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Post by Raziel on Feb 18, 2009 10:35:28 GMT -5
Raziel made a direct beeline for the inn, wasting no time getting here after his talk with Dracula. Once on the street outside, his wings went back to wherever it was they disappeared to, and he went straight indoors.
"Brandi?" He called out.
It was almost strange, being here. He hadn't actually been inside the inn for months.
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Post by Brandi on Feb 18, 2009 10:44:48 GMT -5
*Hearing her name, Brandi hurried downstairs, wondering what was on fire or what the kids had managed to swallow or pierce. But she stopped suddenly on the stairs when she caught sight of the angel. At least this time he had more clothes on. But unfortunately that didn't stop her from thinking about the last time. Her hand tightened on her skirt, curling the fabric around her hand.*
"Raziel." *She stated, rather bluntly.* "I mean...what are you doing here?" *She was confused by his presence and the strange awkwardness it filled her with.*
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Post by Raziel on Feb 18, 2009 10:46:48 GMT -5
Seeing her again, all he could think of was the scene back in at Death's place, and that was bad...it would only make things awkward. Well, more awkward. But that didn't matter now--there was something more important.
"I came to warn you."
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Post by Brandi on Feb 18, 2009 10:53:59 GMT -5
*Brandi's brow arched and she took a few steps forward, if more cautiously.*
"Warn me? About what?" *After all, she'd seen to all the outstanding business. She cocked her weight to one hip indignantly.*
"Cause War said the business was done for now. And I'm gonna be pissed if he's gone all fickle..."
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Post by Raziel on Feb 18, 2009 11:02:08 GMT -5
He almost smiled. Almost.
"No, as far as I know everything about that is all right. It's..."
He sighed, running a hand through his already messy hair.
"You're in danger, from a vampire that calls himself Dracula. I don't know if he is Dracula or not, but I keep running into him and this time he started talking about you, and finding you. I have no idea what his plans are, but I can guess. I came to warn you in advance so you could be on your guard."
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Post by Brandi on Feb 18, 2009 11:10:19 GMT -5
*Ok, that was outta left field. Brandi's nose scrunched in confusion.*
"Dracula?" *She repeated, as if she didn't understand. Which, well...she didn't. Even so her hand smoothed instinctively over the fabric covering her belly, concealing the white scars beneath.*
"But he already got his wife back." *She continued down the stairs, looking to him briefly before starting to the kitchen.*
"There's nothing else I have that would be of any use. And 'sides, as far as raping goes, I'm pretty sure Irene's still the top of his list." *She continued casually.*
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Post by Raziel on Feb 18, 2009 11:12:02 GMT -5
Raziel blinked, not knowing what she was talking about for a moment. And then, he remembered.
"...shit. It's a different Dracula. One who seems to want to drive me nuts."
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Post by Cry Baby on Feb 18, 2009 11:16:07 GMT -5
"Hey baby," came a voice from the hallway. "There any waffles left? Cuz--"
Cry-Baby cut himself off, his shirt pulled only half way down, as he entered and saw Raziel. He wanted to blush, or pummel the bastard into the ground. What he did instead was pull the shirt self-consciously over his chest.
"What's goin' on?" he asked tightly.
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Post by Brandi on Feb 18, 2009 11:16:09 GMT -5
*Brandi turned back to face him near the door of the kitchen, her hand on her hip and her brow lifted.*
"What? He doesn't understand that you fancy girls?" *She asked light-heartedly being completely oblivious of any boy-on-boy action the angel had been involved with. Brandi lifted her eyes to Cry-Baby.*
"Apparently trouble might be on its way." *She answered plainly.*
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Post by Raziel on Feb 18, 2009 11:25:48 GMT -5
Raziel couldn't decide if he short snort in amusement at her comment or do a double-take.
"He's being cryptic and mysterious about a lot of things, and it's driving me insane. But the only thing I do know is that he's looking for you."
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Post by Brandi on Feb 18, 2009 11:30:24 GMT -5
*Brandi sighed, rolling her eyes beneath their lids and walked back towards Raziel, but held a hand out to Cry-Baby, hoping he would join them. If it was going to get bad again, he should know what's coming.*
"All right, all right. So...a different Dracula. Got any other descriptors? I mean, it's hard to tell what we might be dealing with."
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Post by Raziel on Feb 18, 2009 11:35:49 GMT -5
"Well...he kind of looks like Moriarty from League of Extraordinary Gentlmen. Er, the movie, that is."
((I love how Raziel can freely break the fourth wall XD))
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Post by Cry Baby on Feb 18, 2009 12:26:11 GMT -5
Cry-Baby blinked at him, not understanding his comment at all. But he somewhat territorially took Brandi's hand, standing next to her with no doubt as to his claim. It complicated things, of course, that he still had the memories of a certain alley flashing in his brain. Memories of actions unwanted, yet at the time pleasurable and necessary.
"How many can there be?"
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Post by Raziel on Feb 18, 2009 12:33:03 GMT -5
He glanced at Brandi, then back to Cry Baby.
"At this point, I could believe there's tons of them."
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Post by Brandi on Feb 18, 2009 12:35:31 GMT -5
((He's a sneaky monkey.))
"Apparently one too many." *Brandi sighed, her game face on even as she squeezed Cry-Baby's hand appreciatively. Though she did try to make the gesture subtle for Raziel's sake. She didn't want to be mean, but things were confusing right now and she needed the familiar to ground her. Her eyes scanned the floor ahead of her, like she was thinking, trying to sort out which it might be. Then it hit her. But...he was hers. In that weird sueauthor way. Wouldn't she know if he was up to something? Especially concerning her.*
"But...that doesn't make any sense. I mean, I'm not exactly gonna be helpful to what he wants I don't think."
*She tried to figure out what he was up to, reaching out to him. It caused her to pale slightly, her balance a little off and she rocked unsteadily. But all she got was him being outside. Fat lotta good that did her.*
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