Miakardia

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The Match Mark (Miakardia x Dollie)

Swinging his legs over the edge of the building, then sliding over it, twisting his body to hang onto the rooftop by his fingertips, Samael carefully positioned himself above a set of windows, one on the first floor and one on the ground floor. He drops, his feet landing on the windowledge of the second storey window, his fingertips gripping the edge, before he leans back again, dropping to the first storey window, then onto the ground silently.

Samael walked quickly, his soft-soled boots making no sound on the ground with each step, the rustle of his clothes covered by the shouting voices in the distance over the commotion the fire was causing. He waits until he is behind the girl before drawing one of his blades with a soft creak of metal scratching over metal, and touching the tip to her back. "Do not move. Do not try to run again. I promise you, I can throw this blade with more accuracy than you could imagine, and faster than you could blink. I do not care if you do not believe me, I expect you to not be stupid enough to give me the chance to prove it." He twists the knife slightly, using it to poke her as if to prove a point. "There is a warehouse four streets west and a little south of here. You will walk there, in front of me. You will not feel the knife, and you will not see the knife, but know that I have it. If we see anyone, you will walk normally, keep your head down, and say nothing. Am I understood?"

Dawnguard AU [AshLeaf & Miakardia]

Sorry my posting is so erratic! Really busy at uni, it's crazy. Trying to keep up with about four RPs at the moment, and get all my work done.

Dawnguard AU [AshLeaf & Miakardia]

The bosmer watched in silence as the redguard stepped forward, she carried herself with an air of pride, so he did not doubt her words. The Breton looked scared too, too scared to be more than a grunt. His eyes darted around full of fear, but a glimmer of relief and hope passed through those same eyes when his companion stepped forward.

Walking forward slowly, the bosmer moved almost catlike. His movements were lazy but carefully determined and graceful, as if they took not effort at all. "A valiant move, to let your underling go like that... You should have let him take your place, so you could crawl back to the hole you emerged from, grow stronger and strike back. This is why you died so easily last time, Dawnguard, you're all too noble and pure... It is your greatest weakness, yet you treat it as if it were a strength." He circles them slowly as he speaks, using himself as a distraction as a handful of vampires hidden in the crowd knocked arrows to their bows.

He slowly walked back towards the balcony, then stopped. "Take the redguard to our dungeons. And kill the spare. I will interrogate her later." The crowd parted around the archers, and as one, they fired their bows towards the Breton, whilst others moved slowly forward to restrain the redguard.

Closed

@Aspen Wren Do you want Jace and Blake to find anything, Captain GM?

The Match Mark (Miakardia x Dollie)

As the girl ran, Samael sighed and sprinted after her. When she turned down the first alleyway, he kept running straight, and jumped up onto the back of a stationary cart, before using it as a platform to jump onto the stack of crates beside it, then quickly pulling himself up onto the roof of the one storey building that the crates were stacked next to.

Samael ran along the roof's edge, watching her progress down the alleyway below him, his strides growing longer with each step, picking up pace until he threw himself onto the next roof, following her from rooftop to rooftop, using her stop to pull glass out of her foot as a chance to climb up onto the second storey of a building and follow her further.

When she stopped, he slowly leaned over the edge of the building he'd come to stop on, looking down into the dark alley below. He could make out her figure, pale against the dark and grime. And there, he waited in silence for her to make a move.

[High Casual] Primordial World

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I'll get a CS up tonight

The Match Mark (Miakardia x Dollie)

@Narcotic Dollie Good to hear! xD

I was chuckling to myself as I wrote it. I genuinely couldn't think of a better simile. :P

Dawnguard AU [AshLeaf & Miakardia]

One down, two to go. The vampire lord stops his pacing and takes a step toward the remaining two fighters, closing his hands into fists, releasing the corpses from his necromancy, and letting them crumble away into glowing piles of ash. He stood, watching the two, a Redguard and a Breton, neither holding ranged weapons, so he was safe at this distance, unless one of them was foolish enough to disarm themselves in throwing their melee weapons.

He let them wait for a few seconds, to recover their energy, then transforms back into his humanoid form, that of the short bosmer. "We are not all beasts here... There has been enough blood wasted. Which of you is more senior in your ranks? You will remain behind for questioning. The other will be released..." The bosmer's eyes flicked from redguard to Breton slowly, and back again, waiting for an answer.

CLOSED/MAY REBOOT IN FUTURE

Viktor Cruor | 8:00 pm | House of Malkavian

Two dark eyes watched with amusement from the rafters of the church. The steely grey gaze flicked with flecks of blue and unblinking. He had been awaiting his master's return, and one of the aspirant's return also, but that was secondary after seeing what he had just witnessed. Francois Malkavian himself, his emotions getting the better of him as usual. The church door had flown open with such fury and a crash loud enough to wake the dead, that Viktor had almost fallen from his perch.

“FUCK YOU, GRANGREL. I’LL KILL YOU IF IT’S THE LAST THING I EVER DO!” The voice echoed down the church, covering the sound of shattering wood and the clatter as the remains of the broken chair slumped to the cold stone ground. The smirk on the Prelate's face did not falter at his Elder's anger.

Remaining still and silent, the waiting vampire watched the exchange between the serving girl and the elder, before swinging his legs over the rafter and dropping to the ground almost silently, his sleek black walking cane under his right arm. When he lands, he dusts off his dinner jacket, smoothing out the creases, and takes the cane by the black carved wolf's head at the top, letting it rest on the ground, his hand tight around the snarling wolf, letting out a small clink as it connected with the large stone flagstones.

"Personally, my lord, I would recommend the cabernet sauvignon... There's a few bottles from 1807 in the back, a fantastic year, I must say..." Viktor speaks slowly and calmly, as is his fashion, carrying the demeanour of his twenty-year-old face in its smug English accent quite well, though he was neither English nor twenty. "The swine..." He says, taking two steps towards his elder, then leading against one of the stone pillars, watching him carefully. "... what has he done now?" Of course, he speaks of Grangel.

Of course, the Prelate was far more interested in the other information that the Elder had from the meeting with Tepes and the rest of the Elders, but he knew Malkavian well enough by now to know that he would get no valuable or useful information out of the man without letting him first vent off his anger.