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Post by Demiselle on Nov 21, 2006 11:48:32 GMT -5
Demiselle grinned as she saw two men with open blades.
"I need some practice anyway. I'm sorely out of shape."
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Post by Death on Nov 21, 2006 11:53:52 GMT -5
*Death gave her a gentle nudge*
"You go on, I'll just watch this one. I do love the way you move, especially when you strike your killing blow. It's a beautiful thing."
*slips into a shadow in the alley and checks his book*
Huh. This guys were supposed to die here anyways. Who says there's no such thing as fate.
*smiles*
((Yea for voyeur!Death. ;D))
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Post by Demiselle on Nov 21, 2006 12:03:54 GMT -5
She debated as she moved in, as she watched their eyes flick over her body.
Plan decided, she struck fast and hard. She really had no desire to waste time, and a quick flick of her knife in the back of the skull took care of the first man, while she held the other captive with her boot.
Spinning, she dropped the first man and lunged at the second, shoving him up against the wall. Smiling at the look of sheer terror, she tilted his head back and dragged the knife across his throat.
Then she stepped away, and turned into the sun, the blood splatter thrown into sharp relief.
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Post by Death on Nov 21, 2006 12:16:58 GMT -5
*after a few moments, Death glides over to her and pulls out a handkerchief*
"Red's a good color on you. It brings out your eyes."
*he watches her body rise and fall from the exertion*
"But perhaps we should get you a bit cleaned up before returning to the open street. Don't want to get you into any extra trouble."
*softly begins wiping the blood of her face, but overcome by the smell of the blood mixed with her perfume, pulls her into a passionate embrace and kisses her deeply*
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Post by Demiselle on Nov 21, 2006 12:23:25 GMT -5
Demiselle gripped his shoulders as he kissed her, pulling him closer. Hooking a long leg around his hipbones, she pressed thier bodies together.
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Post by Death on Nov 21, 2006 12:46:20 GMT -5
*Death could not resist her pull and stumbled back against the cold wall taking pleasure in her kisses and running his finger into her hair to pull her head harder against him*
Strangely, it seems somehow appropriate...
FADE OUT
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Post by Demiselle on Nov 21, 2006 12:54:37 GMT -5
*FADE IN*
Demiselle leaned against him, panting heavily.
"Bloody hell," she muttered, "if you're like that all the time, I'll have to kill again."
She tilted her head up and kissed him, laughing softly.
"The blood...is it gone?"
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Post by Death on Nov 21, 2006 13:09:26 GMT -5
*Death laughed softly*
"Not exactly."
*reached to try to wipe more blood off, since they had really just smudged it around*
"We may just need to go back to your place to get you properly cleaned up."
*he smiles playfully and reaches for his cloak*
"Here, wear this for the trip home."
*he offers her the extra cloak he keeps stored in one of his cloak pockets*
"Give me a second to clean this up."
*walked over to the two bodies, positioned them closer to each other. He rubbed his hand over the back of the first man's neck, running it down to the man's belly. The wound followed with it to appeared as a gruesome gut wound. After Death was finished, the scene looked quite believable that they had killed each other. Death tossed a few coins on the ground to complete the effect.*
*with a smile*
"Let's get you home. There's always more time to kill."
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Post by Demiselle on Nov 21, 2006 13:13:16 GMT -5
Demiselle watched him work, and smiled. Wrapping the cloak around her, she breathed in his scent--dusk, and candlewax, and the smell of Death himself that made any moral person ill.
It was a good thing she wasn't moral," she decided.
Taking his arm, they went back home.
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Post by Death on Nov 21, 2006 13:21:17 GMT -5
*with her on his arm, they returned to The Rue de Foucquia, Number 37*
((aka: Go there for the next bout of morbid gossip.))
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Post by Death on Nov 27, 2006 11:04:47 GMT -5
*Death wandered into the alley that had brought him so much recent bliss and checked to see if the carnage of the event had been recovered, sighing when he noticed that it had been found and removed*
Life is such a funny thing, death is truly a bizarre punchline.
*Death closed his eyes as he wandered the alley, trying to smell any hint of the passion they had shared lingering in the air*
There is nothing I wouldn’t do for that wom---
*Death felt something cold and metal suddenly around his throat and then everything went black. He was thrown to the ground from behind, and found he was immobile and unable to speak. There seemed to be several men that whispered quiet instructions to each other. In utter confusion, he could do nothing but pay silent witness to his own abduction as he felt his body being lifted and put in a carriage. The trip in the carriage was spent in silence.
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Post by Death on Feb 13, 2007 10:36:10 GMT -5
***NEW DAY***
*Death and Fate appeared in a grimy alley. Death turned to Fate, confused as to why she was being so aggressive about the whole thing. Before he could begin his questioning again, he was stunned to silence by the strange familiarity of the place. Sure, one back alley tends to look like another in a city like this, and he certainly did plenty of work in alleys. But this was different and disconcerting. Death felt a sickening wave of nausea wash over him, leaving him with a horrible feeling of bad portent. He instinctively looked to his list, trying to uncover a rational explanation for all of this. As he looked at it, a new name began to manifest, burning itself into the crispness of the page.*
Demiselle
*Death’s sick feeling got worse and he looked up panicked to Fate, he voice came short and with definitive purpose.*
“Later.”
*He promptly vanished.*
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Post by Buffy Summers on Mar 20, 2007 17:14:52 GMT -5
LATER
*Buffy whistles as she wanders down the alley. It reminded her of her old days of slaying in LA, when she'd had to lure them out with her innocent-helpless act instead of hunt them down. No one know who she was here, so that meant she still counted as prey.*
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Post by Dracula on Mar 20, 2007 17:18:46 GMT -5
*Dracula spotted the Slayer trying to look defenseless. He had heard of her before, and so knew better. Still, perhaps there was nothing wrong with a bit of entertainment...*
"Come here often?" *he asked, standing right behind her.*
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Post by Buffy Summers on Mar 21, 2007 13:23:58 GMT -5
*Buffy turned, her face a study in annoyance.*
"I heard you were hanging out here. And you're just as creepy and annoying as you will be in 100 years." *She rolled her eyes, as if to say, Do I really have to deal with this?
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