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Ah, alrighty then. Understood. Therefore, an edit shall be in within the hour!
Dark Jack said
Hmm... When Morgan climbed to the roof, by "opposite" did you then mean the same roof as Ixion and the assailant but at the opposite end, or a different roof opposite of theirs across the alley they were in?Also, I imagine Morgan would at least get scorched a bit from uncovering part of his face. Even if it was downturned, even trace amounts of sunlight hurt vampires in this universe.
If looking at the alley walls from a "left to right" perspective, if Ixion and Mysterious Man were standing on the right rooftop, Morgan would have climbed on top of the left roof top. Also, I thought Blue's magic created a "shady" atmosphere...unless, due to her death, everything was shifted back to the regularly scheduled sunny day. :P If this is the case, I'm also curious about something - in order for Morgan's healing factor to kick in, does it need to be his blood that is spilled, or just general blood exposure (i.e. a victim's)?
Shienvien said
Huh... Yeah, I believe the Compendium is still not back up on the net, but here is the quote from it which refers to Rodoria's (I'd figure different regions would vary on that) various swears and exclamations: (Hmm. I have never actually seen "what in blazes" outside of a time or two in cases where it is very obviously only used for censorship purposes.)
Thanks for the digging that up, Sheivien. :D Post has been fixed!
A terrible growl would rip from Morgan's throat as the blue coated woman yet again avoided his onslaught, the magical barrier knocking him back with incredible force. While there would be small satisfaction at the ward breaking under his mighty blow, the vampire's rage would only grow. 'How does she keep blocking me?!' The ricocheted blow did cause the vampire to stagger back a pace, but the sniffer's reflexes acted fast. The vampire did not fight the force that pushed him away, but instead rolled with the repelled energy, using the momentum to take a second chance at landing a bone crunching blow upon his prey.
But yet again, the vampire missed, the agility of his opponent forcing his weapon to swing at empty air. A scream of rage split the air as Morgan took a step back, wary of the second sword that seemed to magically appear in her hand, the sinister, almost demonic blade's tip pointed in his direction. Recklessly, he would bat away the weapon, attempting another swing of his studded weapon, but she was too quick. With this third miss, Morgan cast his weapon aside and went at the woman with his bare hands, the lust of blood overcoming any sense of logic that would have warned him not to do otherwise against an opponent that was obviously skilled in the art of battle. It would be too late for the vampire to notice the light forming at her booted feet and wrapping itself around her legs as he managed to grab the loose "tail" of her coat. However, the sheer force of her upward descent would cause Morgan to fall flat on his face as his gloved hand lost its grip and sent the vampire sprawling into the dust. With another rage-filled scream, the sniffer would claw that the empty air above him as scrabbled to his feet, red-filled eyes never looking away from their target. "I will taste your blood, demonspawn]!" Morgan would gather his staff in hand, already making his way to the alley wall to find his first hand hold, but something broke his fury-filled pursuit, if not for an instant, "Look out!" The warning was hoarse, loud - it grated the vampire's ears. His head would snap to look over his shoulder, the source of the injured throat coming from the sellsword. Morgan sneered )(though the expression would be lost behind his mask) and was about to spit an insult at the hooded man when the audible sound of flesh being punctured filled the air.
A rain of blood spattered down on Morgan as instantly looked upward to see his quarry plummeting down to the alley floor, landing heavily on a spike-like weapon. There would be a brief moment of silence from the vampire, red eyes watching the sellsword inspect the once alive-and-fighting woman at their feet. Morgan had been cheated of his kill, and he knew it. Smoldering eyes were already scanning upward, accusingly glaring at the walls, the crevices, any place that an unwanted fourth party had taken his prey. Suddenly, a voice provided an answer to the angry vampire:
"Fin'ly she drew it," a male voice called from a nearby rooftop as her vision faded, sounding amused and happy. Her swords clattered to the ground near her; her enemies would be very close. It did not matter. She was defenseless. Defeated. Dead. "Di'n't wanna hav'ta save 'er. Easier this way. One down, eleven to go."
"Who do you think you are?!" Morgan would shout to the unknown figure, a gloved hand shaking in the direction of the male voice, the leather clenched in anger, "Taking the life that belonged to my hand?!" Red eyes would be cast upon the fallen woman, and now the sellsword, who had leaned the woman her side, removing the spike as he did. A frustrated hiss issued from Morgan's mouth as he looked skyward once more, his mind becoming more clear that his prey, for better or worse, lay dead at his feet. 'He took my satisfaction, my revenge... son of a tarke..
Morgan began to turn to the sellsword, to ask a question of anger and to take the spike that he had removed, but the hooded man had vanished. All that remained was the cooling corpse of the blue-coated woman. "Well..." the vampire would remark, a dark smile forming behind his mask, "...I did say I would taste your blood, demonspawn." Grabbing the woman by her coat's collar while simultaneously lifting the bottom part of his mask, Morgan could feet his pupils expanding as jaws wrapped around the woman's neck, feasting in full swing.
The blood was warm and oozed in and around the vicelike grip his jaw was providing. A smile behind the bloody opening began to form. The pleasure behind the oozing sensation was one that could never be replaced, the feeling would be soon mixed with skin searing pain at his jaw. The jaw remained stubbornly clamped however, as skin began to peel and burn, the hunger called to him. Or was it more than that? The demand of satisfaction, of demeaning the woman that had made him feel mortal fear, an emotion he hoped he would never have to feel again. 'Curse this woman's soul... Morgan would think bitterly as his closed his eyes in attempts to ignore the evergrowing pain that was quickly absorbing his jaw's flesh. But the vampire would quickly realize no amount of draining of the surprisingly bitter blood and no amount of punishment wrought by the sun's rays would bring him the full satisfaction he had craved when he first attacked. Casting aside the corpse like an unwanted play thing in an annoyed manner, and slowly painfully lowering his mask with his through clenched mouth, Morgan's dilated eyes refocused on to the rooftop's edge that towered above him. 'Perhaps he can provide it... The vampire began to climb, a familiar voice echoed in the narrow space, his words reaching the ascending vampire's, hand climbing over foot:
“Well done,” he jeered at the man, eyes scanning for them. “I never knew cowards are brave enough to attack someone, despite the fact that you attacked my opponent from behind.”
If Morgan positioned himself correctly, the vampire would eventually emerge from the alley, crawling over the roof top's edge, (hopefully) opposite of sellsword and the mysterious male. All senses would be opened wide, attempting to read both men and their energy as the pre-duel banter continued...
But yet again, the vampire missed, the agility of his opponent forcing his weapon to swing at empty air. A scream of rage split the air as Morgan took a step back, wary of the second sword that seemed to magically appear in her hand, the sinister, almost demonic blade's tip pointed in his direction. Recklessly, he would bat away the weapon, attempting another swing of his studded weapon, but she was too quick. With this third miss, Morgan cast his weapon aside and went at the woman with his bare hands, the lust of blood overcoming any sense of logic that would have warned him not to do otherwise against an opponent that was obviously skilled in the art of battle. It would be too late for the vampire to notice the light forming at her booted feet and wrapping itself around her legs as he managed to grab the loose "tail" of her coat. However, the sheer force of her upward descent would cause Morgan to fall flat on his face as his gloved hand lost its grip and sent the vampire sprawling into the dust. With another rage-filled scream, the sniffer would claw that the empty air above him as scrabbled to his feet, red-filled eyes never looking away from their target. "I will taste your blood, demonspawn]!" Morgan would gather his staff in hand, already making his way to the alley wall to find his first hand hold, but something broke his fury-filled pursuit, if not for an instant, "Look out!" The warning was hoarse, loud - it grated the vampire's ears. His head would snap to look over his shoulder, the source of the injured throat coming from the sellsword. Morgan sneered )(though the expression would be lost behind his mask) and was about to spit an insult at the hooded man when the audible sound of flesh being punctured filled the air.
A rain of blood spattered down on Morgan as instantly looked upward to see his quarry plummeting down to the alley floor, landing heavily on a spike-like weapon. There would be a brief moment of silence from the vampire, red eyes watching the sellsword inspect the once alive-and-fighting woman at their feet. Morgan had been cheated of his kill, and he knew it. Smoldering eyes were already scanning upward, accusingly glaring at the walls, the crevices, any place that an unwanted fourth party had taken his prey. Suddenly, a voice provided an answer to the angry vampire:
"Fin'ly she drew it," a male voice called from a nearby rooftop as her vision faded, sounding amused and happy. Her swords clattered to the ground near her; her enemies would be very close. It did not matter. She was defenseless. Defeated. Dead. "Di'n't wanna hav'ta save 'er. Easier this way. One down, eleven to go."
"Who do you think you are?!" Morgan would shout to the unknown figure, a gloved hand shaking in the direction of the male voice, the leather clenched in anger, "Taking the life that belonged to my hand?!" Red eyes would be cast upon the fallen woman, and now the sellsword, who had leaned the woman her side, removing the spike as he did. A frustrated hiss issued from Morgan's mouth as he looked skyward once more, his mind becoming more clear that his prey, for better or worse, lay dead at his feet. 'He took my satisfaction, my revenge... son of a tarke..
Morgan began to turn to the sellsword, to ask a question of anger and to take the spike that he had removed, but the hooded man had vanished. All that remained was the cooling corpse of the blue-coated woman. "Well..." the vampire would remark, a dark smile forming behind his mask, "...I did say I would taste your blood, demonspawn." Grabbing the woman by her coat's collar while simultaneously lifting the bottom part of his mask, Morgan could feet his pupils expanding as jaws wrapped around the woman's neck, feasting in full swing.
The blood was warm and oozed in and around the vicelike grip his jaw was providing. A smile behind the bloody opening began to form. The pleasure behind the oozing sensation was one that could never be replaced, the feeling would be soon mixed with skin searing pain at his jaw. The jaw remained stubbornly clamped however, as skin began to peel and burn, the hunger called to him. Or was it more than that? The demand of satisfaction, of demeaning the woman that had made him feel mortal fear, an emotion he hoped he would never have to feel again. 'Curse this woman's soul... Morgan would think bitterly as his closed his eyes in attempts to ignore the evergrowing pain that was quickly absorbing his jaw's flesh. But the vampire would quickly realize no amount of draining of the surprisingly bitter blood and no amount of punishment wrought by the sun's rays would bring him the full satisfaction he had craved when he first attacked. Casting aside the corpse like an unwanted play thing in an annoyed manner, and slowly painfully lowering his mask with his through clenched mouth, Morgan's dilated eyes refocused on to the rooftop's edge that towered above him. 'Perhaps he can provide it... The vampire began to climb, a familiar voice echoed in the narrow space, his words reaching the ascending vampire's, hand climbing over foot:
“Well done,” he jeered at the man, eyes scanning for them. “I never knew cowards are brave enough to attack someone, despite the fact that you attacked my opponent from behind.”
If Morgan positioned himself correctly, the vampire would eventually emerge from the alley, crawling over the roof top's edge, (hopefully) opposite of sellsword and the mysterious male. All senses would be opened wide, attempting to read both men and their energy as the pre-duel banter continued...
Back from camping! :D Post will be up ASAP. Also, I added a little more to his personality for his CS (to explain his more "emotional" state of things of late)\
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Post is up! Also, I know there are certain words that are substituted for specific phrases/curse words, but alas, I could not find the list that specified mentioned phrases/curse words. If it bothers you, Jack, just let me know how to correct it and I'll be happy to do so! (wouldn't want to break the lore and all that :3) Enjoy!
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Post is up! Also, I know there are certain words that are substituted for specific phrases/curse words, but alas, I could not find the list that specified mentioned phrases/curse words. If it bothers you, Jack, just let me know how to correct it and I'll be happy to do so! (wouldn't want to break the lore and all that :3) Enjoy!
Hey Jack,
Just to let you know, I won't be around for a week. My family and I are doing our annual camping trip for the summer and I will have extremely sporadic internet. I'll post up when I get back (which I can't wait for :D)
Just to let you know, I won't be around for a week. My family and I are doing our annual camping trip for the summer and I will have extremely sporadic internet. I'll post up when I get back (which I can't wait for :D)
I'll pick the unlucky four (well, if I was Chinese :P) for Morgan.
A savage, toothy grin formed behind Morgan's loose mask as he descended on the blue-clad woman. The fear, the rage - all of it was to be satisfied with one grand blow as the vampire leaped from the building's side, the hunter's body almost flying through the air, time apparently slowing as he began to wind up his staff in a powerful, overhead attack.
Morgan hadn't thought about a possibility though. The possibility of being seen or heard - the hooded mercenary was to be his distraction, the pawn in which Morgan could deliver one and final blow to the light wielding woman that had caused him to cower. Though neither person would see it, the sniffer's face was one of shocked surprise as his target moved her weapon to deflect the aerial attack. For a moment, Morgan saw a glimpse of despair through his veil of red - he was in a terrible position. He was vulnerable and open to practically any sort of attack, thanks to his wrathful actions and hasty decision.
Luckily, it would be the mercenary that would cause her to instantly jump out of harms way, dodging both his and the vampire's attack. Morgan's instincts would take over as he saw the deadly karma whizz over his head, dropping low as soon as he smoothly hit the stoned ground. Swift action would be taken as Morgan heard the hooded man's chained weapon yank backward with rattling clink, instantly vaulting himself into the air with one hand and the aid of his sturdy weapon. His legs spread into a T-shape as he balanced himself almost expertly on the tip of his erect weapon. Before the retracting blade had touched his weapon, the sniffer would pull his sinuous body into a ball before re-positioning himself on to his feet with a transitional flip, both his body and weapon barely avoiding the chained blade's keen edge.
Masked gaze would meet masked gaze, if only for an instant. The vampire's violent actions almost swapped targets, instinct screaming that the blade-for-hire was attempting to attack him. However, Morgan's enraged focus would snap back to the blue jacketed person, who had managed to put a decent distance between both men. Morgan's mouth would twist into a feral snarl as her words reached out over the empty space of the alley:
"Would you say that these are 'desperate circumstances' for me?"
Morgan was about to chase after her, but something suddenly, rudely grabbed his attention. It was all too familiar, in its sour, metallic smell. However, simultaneously, it was (and always would be) a sudden jolt to the vampire. 'Blood.'
His crimson eyes could see it, pooling underneath the ever reddening splotch that had somehow formed on her right side. A normal warrior would have taken it as a sign of growing weakness - a wound that could be exploited in the violent moments to come. But to a vampire, who was already close to an animalistic fury: it would be the last straw.
A vicious, delighted mix of a hiss and a laugh issued out from Morgan's mask as his world became engulfed in red. He had been a vampire for three years, but even so - the smell of blood was too strong to resist. The sniffer took one step slowly, then another in a completely different gear - somewhere in the distance between her and him, his unnatural speed would reach its peak.
Morgan was charging headlong to the iron-smelling source of his sustenance, his staff occasionally spinning and eventually winding up in a true baseball hero's style to deliver a punishing blow from his unchecked strength, the metal studded weapon aiming for the right side of the bleeding woman's rib cage...
Morgan hadn't thought about a possibility though. The possibility of being seen or heard - the hooded mercenary was to be his distraction, the pawn in which Morgan could deliver one and final blow to the light wielding woman that had caused him to cower. Though neither person would see it, the sniffer's face was one of shocked surprise as his target moved her weapon to deflect the aerial attack. For a moment, Morgan saw a glimpse of despair through his veil of red - he was in a terrible position. He was vulnerable and open to practically any sort of attack, thanks to his wrathful actions and hasty decision.
Luckily, it would be the mercenary that would cause her to instantly jump out of harms way, dodging both his and the vampire's attack. Morgan's instincts would take over as he saw the deadly karma whizz over his head, dropping low as soon as he smoothly hit the stoned ground. Swift action would be taken as Morgan heard the hooded man's chained weapon yank backward with rattling clink, instantly vaulting himself into the air with one hand and the aid of his sturdy weapon. His legs spread into a T-shape as he balanced himself almost expertly on the tip of his erect weapon. Before the retracting blade had touched his weapon, the sniffer would pull his sinuous body into a ball before re-positioning himself on to his feet with a transitional flip, both his body and weapon barely avoiding the chained blade's keen edge.
Masked gaze would meet masked gaze, if only for an instant. The vampire's violent actions almost swapped targets, instinct screaming that the blade-for-hire was attempting to attack him. However, Morgan's enraged focus would snap back to the blue jacketed person, who had managed to put a decent distance between both men. Morgan's mouth would twist into a feral snarl as her words reached out over the empty space of the alley:
"Would you say that these are 'desperate circumstances' for me?"
Morgan was about to chase after her, but something suddenly, rudely grabbed his attention. It was all too familiar, in its sour, metallic smell. However, simultaneously, it was (and always would be) a sudden jolt to the vampire. 'Blood.'
His crimson eyes could see it, pooling underneath the ever reddening splotch that had somehow formed on her right side. A normal warrior would have taken it as a sign of growing weakness - a wound that could be exploited in the violent moments to come. But to a vampire, who was already close to an animalistic fury: it would be the last straw.
A vicious, delighted mix of a hiss and a laugh issued out from Morgan's mask as his world became engulfed in red. He had been a vampire for three years, but even so - the smell of blood was too strong to resist. The sniffer took one step slowly, then another in a completely different gear - somewhere in the distance between her and him, his unnatural speed would reach its peak.
Morgan was charging headlong to the iron-smelling source of his sustenance, his staff occasionally spinning and eventually winding up in a true baseball hero's style to deliver a punishing blow from his unchecked strength, the metal studded weapon aiming for the right side of the bleeding woman's rib cage...
Congrats on the news, Merc! That's awesome! :3
Also, do you want to go first this time, or is the floor mine once more?
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Derp. Apparently, I should have refreshed before asking who goes first, haha. Post coming up!
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Aaand post is up! Enjoy! :3
Also, do you want to go first this time, or is the floor mine once more?
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Derp. Apparently, I should have refreshed before asking who goes first, haha. Post coming up!
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Aaand post is up! Enjoy! :3
Ashgan said
Posts sure a-happening today. It's madness!
It was glorious! :D
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