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Post by Brandi on Mar 17, 2011 23:50:11 GMT -5
"Yeah." *Brandi agreed unceremoniously, glancing to a far window and trying to gauge the sun. Then she turned her sights back on him. Guh, the urge was still fucking there. Why did he have to look so...good naked?*
No! Work. Dracula. F'n hell.
"You think we got time today?" *She tried to play in off coolly, even as her belly twitched in complaint.*
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Post by Raziel on Mar 18, 2011 0:44:27 GMT -5
Unbidden, he recalled the memory of him in a naval uniform and Brandi dressed as a pirate, standing in some far off location...
"I think we can make it." He said, voice a bit thick.
"If we hurry a bit, we should be fine."
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Post by Brandi on Mar 18, 2011 10:04:40 GMT -5
*Brandi's lips tightened only a moment before she gestured him up the stairs. He was probably right. Get in and get out and make as much of a plan as time afforded. But she wasn't about to do it in a common area.*
"Then let's get to it."
*She nodded, though it was mostly to affirm to herself that they should be doing it and that there was probably only a small chance that anything...awkward would happen. Right? Eep. They could do this professionally, to the purpose at hand. The more she thought about it, the sooner she wanted it done. So she wouldn't have to wait for Drac's attack, of course. Not for the potential touching and tasting and... Brandi tried to stop thinking. It was not one of her strong points.*
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Post by Raziel on Mar 18, 2011 15:31:03 GMT -5
He turned toward the stairs, a running list of what they'd need going through his head: ways to fortify the building against him, though he knew any physical means would at best only temporarily slow Drac down...perhaps a warding from either him or Brandi...as for the actual fight, they'd need handy and portable fire.
Finally distracted by thinking on the possibility of finding a flamethrower, Raziel made his way upstairs.
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Post by Brandi on Mar 18, 2011 16:48:12 GMT -5
*Brandi followed him silently, trying her best to find her focus. This could be tricky and she wanted to bring her A game. Of course, watching his ass in front of her on the stairs wasn't really helping at the moment. Glancing to the railing of the stair, she finished the ascent and trip down the hall to her room.
She led him inside. Things had been tidied signifigantly since the last time he'd been in it, though Brandi's definition of tidy still included stacks of tomes and papers along the wall. She hadn't made the bed (Waste of time, really. You're just going to sleep in it the next night). Her nightclothes were still piled carelessly at the foot of it.*
"Uh, sorry." *She muttered hurried, pushing forward to remove the clothes to a hamper in the closet.*
"I wasn't exactly expecting company."
Though on the Verse, you probably always should.
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Post by Raziel on Mar 19, 2011 0:02:34 GMT -5
"No worries, love. There's always something unexpected happening, I can forgive unprepardness."
Being back in the room flooded his mind--again, dammit--and he had to fight back a rising tide of memories that seemed to include him, Brandi and Dracula standing in a faraway place, dressed in a very archaic manner...but the faraway place felt so very, very familiar.
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Post by Brandi on Mar 19, 2011 0:13:03 GMT -5
*Brandi swallowed cautiously before turning back to the bed. Hesitating only a moment, she sat on it, patting the skewed comforter.*
"Alright." *She sat with some semblance of decision.*
"In and out. Don't want to be...under any longer than necessary."
That could lead to all sorts of badness. Goodness. No, badness.
*Her lips tightened slightly.*
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Post by Raziel on Mar 19, 2011 2:55:39 GMT -5
He sat next to her a bit slowly, moving carefully although it came across as awkward...of course.
He nodded.
"Just a recon, as they say."
Being this close now...
No. Stop that.
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Post by Brandi on Mar 19, 2011 11:49:08 GMT -5
"Right." *She agreed with feigned confidence.*
"Just...try to focus on Dracula. In this incarnation or whatever."
Don't want to be wandering off anywhere...potentially naked.
*Brandi licked her lips in preparation, readying herself for whatever was to come. She lifted her hands towards his head, but paused a moment hesitation. She shut her eyes, confirming to herself that this was what was needed and her fingertips fell tentatively to his temples.*
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Post by Raziel on Mar 19, 2011 14:29:49 GMT -5
He held still, wanting to not distract her in any way, forcing his mind to clear so that there wasn't any interference.
Think about nothing.
That was a bit harder to do this time, but even so he felt the building of power happening, a bit faster than the first time they'd done this.
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Post by Brandi on Mar 20, 2011 11:36:18 GMT -5
*For a second there was nothing. No vision of the past, no desperate longing, no...nothing. But that quiet existed only long enough for Brandi to notice it before it was gone, devoured by an overwhelming rush. She felt the raw energy swell from him into her, filling her. She tried to shape Dracula in her mind, every detail she could pull up, hoping it would track him down like a homing beckon.
It almost felt as though she was rushing through physical space. She could feel wind sliding past her rapidly, her cheeks and ears growing cold. A figure started to come into view. He grew from a speck to a shape and finally clearer still. Brandi could see Dracula perfectly in her mind's eye. He sat in a hotel room (a nice one by the look of things) piling over papers. He mulled through them briefly, then looked up, as if someone were at the door.
If only I could figure out a way to see who it was... Brandi mulled, trying to sort out the logistics. He was looking intently, though he made no move to stand and answer it. Just kept staring with this confused expression.
Only then did Brandi realize what he was staring at. Her.*
Ah, crap.
*She tried to release it, abandon the mission and connection and return to the safety of her room. Brandi could practically feel electricity arc between them as she forced her hands from Raziel. She winced, panting heavily as she clenched and released her fist. Her eyes opened slowly, trying to get their bearings as the world swam into view.*
"Dude, I don't..." *The words died on her lips and the color fled her face. She could still see Dracula. Though the hotel room looked a hell of a lot more like her room. Standing near the door behind Raziel.*
Let's upgrade that crap to an 'Oh, shit.'
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Post by Raziel on Mar 20, 2011 14:31:02 GMT -5
Strangely enough, this time when she transported herself across space, he'd been pulled with her--his presence was a lot less tangible than hers, him being more of a power boost than the driver. Still, he'd actually seen Dracula and watched him stare at that spot until Brandi had pulled her hands from his and the vision faded.
Raziel blinked, getting his bearings. Sensing something wrong, he turned his head and then shot to his feet when he saw who was in the doorway.
"Bloody hell."
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Post by Count Dracula on Mar 21, 2011 11:44:54 GMT -5
*Dracula stood dumbly for a moment (after all, being yanked through...whatever that was could hardly have been expected). He was a little unsteady on his feet, though his brow lowered maliciously.
Whatever she had been doing, it had caused this. He had obviously been wrong in assuming her ineptitude. He would have preferred to approach the situation with more of an upper hand, but as it was the moment had presented itself thusly. And he was not about to pass up an opportunity.*
"You." *He snarled, eyes honed on her shrewdly. Sorceress or whatnot, he felt confident that such things could be discerned more easily if she was a prisoner guest at his castle. He lunged sharply towards the bed.*
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Post by Brandi on Mar 21, 2011 11:48:51 GMT -5
*Brandi recoiled on instinct, still dealing with him manifesting unexpectedly. She tried to spring from the bed, but being disoriented from the astral travel, she tangled in the comforter and fell hard on the floor with a pained wince.*
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Post by Raziel on Mar 21, 2011 13:24:38 GMT -5
Growling, he moved to intercept, but was tripped up by a wave of dizziness--the power that had been pulled from him had been enough to sap of him of strength and energy, and he stumbled as he moved forward, managing to grab a handful of Dracula's coat as he went down.
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