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Post by The Mighty Spinach on Oct 26, 2006 20:18:42 GMT
He sat cross legged on a king size bed in the dark, shadows shifting around the room. Everything appeared in various shades of grey due to the absence of light. Well, nearly everything. The only colour that showed was the luminescent blue of the liquid beneath Aglaeca's scabs. That would be enough to terrify any soul that dared to enter his room, such as the figure that was stood in the door frame, too petrified to move. Agleaca turned his head, vivid eyes showing a deep menace yet he appeared completely in control, calm even. He grabbed the dagger from his bedside table and rapidly flung it at the woman, hitting her straight in the forehead, killing her. No human who had seen him in his true form could be allowed to live.
He stood up and walked over towards the still body of the maid. An interesting hour for one to come calling yet it did not surprise Aglaeca; they were obviously suspicious of him. He yanked the dagger from her and ripped one of the scabs off his right palm. Placing his palm against the hole in her head he allowed some of the liquid to enter the woman. The liquid's burning affect took hold rapidly. If it had just been against the skin she would have just received a very nasty burn, but with it inside her it burned her completely, leaving nothing but a slightly charred carpet.
Aglaeca changed into his human semblance and sighed. She would not be the first to come exploring, there would be more. He had to find somewhere else to stay, maybe somewhere a little more low key would suit him. Whatever the case he dared not linger much more.
Gathering his weapons and suitcase he swiftly exited the building, praying for a quick swapover...or maybe not. A malicious feeling began to grow in his heart and possibly showed on his face. Whatever happened next, he must not forget his quest.
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Post by The Mighty Spinach on Oct 29, 2006 18:17:40 GMT
"Room 17." The man behind the desk thrust the keys across at Aglaeca who caught them single handed. It had taken a while but he had eventually found a decent place to stay. Well, decent was an exaggeration. This place was as low key as it could possibly get, there would probably be a notice on anywhere that was classier saying 'Watch out for this man, he stays for ages then disappears without warning." Algaeca had been through so many hotels this way, not that he never left the money for his stay, he did, he just did not say that he had. Was it his fault if the money was taken by one of the cleaners? Aglaeca opened the door to room seventeen, if it could be worthy of the name 'door'; it was merely a piece of uneven wood fitted into a slot that was far to big for it. The room itself was not much better. Faded wallpaper peeled off the walls and who knew what the thick layer of black on the floor was. There was also the distinct smell of urine in the air. Maybe he could have managed some place a little cleaner, but oh well, it was not like he would have to spend much time in this stink hole anyway.
He threw his suitcase down on the bed and stared in disgust as a spring sprung up through the quilt. How had this place escaped Health and Safety Officers he did not know...or maybe they just did not care. No person with any true care for themselves would be likely to show up here so why should they bother making sure that it is safe for them? That was why it was the perfect place to not be discovered, no matter how many he killed.
Unable to stand being in the room any more he turned and left, locking the 'door' behind him. Once out on the streets he headed off for a nearby nightclub.
Upon entering the club Aglaeca smiled. The pulse of the music thrilled him but he could not help but snigger at those who danced so frivilously on the dance floor. How helpless and weak they would be if someone attacked them now. He sat down by the bar and ordered a drink, watching the activity of the club.
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Nerescia
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Post by Nerescia on Dec 22, 2006 15:05:21 GMT
A thin young lady walked into the club. She wore a light green top with jeans. She looked around seeing many people she instantly touched her silver cross hanging on her gracefully neck. "Humm. What shall I find here?" She whispered to herself. She felt her 2 stackes in her large jeans pockets. She leaned down and felt her pistol in her boot. To the random person that looked at her at that moment it looked to them that she had tied her shoes. But it was much worse.
She was loved by the local athorities and her family was known all around the world. Her name was Fern but to others she was known as the hunter. She was born into the Larshai family and was very skilled in that art of ridding the world of "the night creatures". At least that's what the human's called them. But she hunted them so she could call them by their name. Vampires. Werewolves. Demons. She did not really like to hunt demons but she would if she had too.
She felt tingly. Like she did right before a good kill. Her lips curled back in a smiled. Tonight was her night......
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Post by The Mighty Spinach on Dec 23, 2006 15:48:35 GMT
Aglaeca noticed the girl walk into the club, yet she did not really concern him. He was here for one reason alone. He had to retrieve the knife. He almost smiled a bit at the thought, coming out to get a knife, yet this was no ordinary knife. Aglaeca was not too sure exactly what it did or why his superior wanted it so badly. Aglaeca winced a bit as he found himself thinking 'superior'; the demon did not believe that the man was 'superior' as such yet he always treated his boss as such. His 'boss' was a very useful person to have as an ally; Aglaeca dreaded to think what it would be like to be his enemy.
He allowed his thoughts to drift back to the knife, trying to picture it, every single detail. He would only be able to recognise it through drawings and paintings of it but hopefully he would be able to recognise it. He frowned slightly, trying to recall what it had been called. The Knife of Vern? No that was not it. Eventually it came back to him, it was the Knife of Valern.
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Post by uru on Dec 24, 2006 14:29:22 GMT
"Two drinks right here." the 18 yearld said right next to Aglaeca. Thwo dirks came his way and he passed one to Aglaeca.Shaggy brown hair covered his dull aber eyes and he had a small smile on. "First time here?" he asked a s he took a drink.
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Post by The Mighty Spinach on Dec 24, 2006 14:40:21 GMT
Aglaeca only just managed to stop the groan escaping his throat. He should have expected someone to start talking to him but he had hoped they would not. Aglaeca put on a pleasant face before replying, "Yes, but I am used to these sorts of places." He did not turn to face the boy as he knew he must keep his eyes peeled to the crowd. Anyone of these people could have the knife and it would take a great deal of concentration to figure out who.
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Nerescia
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Post by Nerescia on Dec 24, 2006 15:47:32 GMT
[ Fern is going to have the knife k? ]
Fern walked up to the bar and asked for a shot. The bartender did as he was told for his job was at stake if he did not. Fern felt the smally daggar in her jean pocket. It had been a family heirloom or at least that's what her aunt Hatha said. She was ususally in jail for stealing but this time Fern took the daggar. When she had touched it she had felt strong powers course through her. Yes she had kept it but she did not know why.
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Post by The Mighty Spinach on Dec 24, 2006 17:16:46 GMT
((k))
Aglaeca felt a strange tingling sensation, there was something powerful in the club. It had to be the knife. He stood up very suddenly, knocking the stool over as he did so, and began to look around, even more determined than before. His fists clenched at his side he had to find it. Aglaeca then realised how strange he must look so he forced himself to relax a little. He did not wish to draw unesercery attention. He resided to quietly observing once more, but at least he knew that the knife was here.
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Post by mortalvampiress666 on Dec 24, 2006 18:20:17 GMT
An ageless dark figure walked into the bar. She walked up to the counter and ordered a rum and coke. The pale woman finished off her drink, then she looked around with her peircing ice blue, almond shaped eyes. Her name, Naomi. She turned around in her chair so her back was to the counter as she looked around she saw muliple vampires as well as mortals. "How do I get a room" Naomi asked the bartender "You go over to the registery and get a room." He said to her. "Thankyou." She said in her soft cold voice. She got room 18. So she grabbed her key and got another drink.
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Post by uru on Dec 24, 2006 19:23:59 GMT
Raio placed a hand on Aglaeca's sholder without glaceing upwards twards him."Relax. Want me to get you another drink?" Raio asked as he smiled. "My name is Raio by the way."he added.
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Post by The Mighty Spinach on Dec 25, 2006 23:02:12 GMT
Aglaeca turned to face him very briefly before snapping his attention back to the crowds, "What makes you think you have the right to tell me to relax. You have no idea who you are dealing with." He spoke menacingly in a quite but controlled voice. He honestly did not care at all for people talking to him. The sooner he could get the Knife and get out of this horrendous city the better. Aglaeca had never quite developed a taste for New York, or even America.
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Post by uru on Dec 26, 2006 1:26:07 GMT
"You sound like you are expecting something.Rugged movements." he said with a slight laugh. He sood up after he placed some money on the counter.
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Nerescia
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Post by Nerescia on Dec 26, 2006 18:49:53 GMT
Fern finished her drink then left the bar. She had felt no persecence there. Maybe it was too many bodies crammed into one small place. She felt the cold of the city rush through her. She always loved this city but never really had the time too shop here. Her work got in the way.
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Post by The Mighty Spinach on Dec 27, 2006 22:30:12 GMT
Aglaeca frowned, something did not seem quite right, yet he could not put his finger on what it was. He turned once more to properly view the man...Raio was what he said his name was was it not? His eyes scrutinised him, as if trying to figure out something incredibly complex, which technically he was. After a few seconds he realised it was not this person and turned back to the crowds. He may not be able to figure out what was wrong, but he could not afford to spend time not looking for the Knife. The Knife. Aglaeca swore, that was what was wrong. Aglaeca realised that he could no longer sense the presence of the Knife's power. Whoever possessed it was no longer in the club.
Urgently he made his way towards the exit of the club, not bothering with niceties if anyone got in his way. Upon reaching the doors he shoved them open violently. He could not allow the Knife to escape. It was too important to 'him'.
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Nerescia
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Post by Nerescia on Dec 28, 2006 14:28:10 GMT
Fern wandered the city. She had felt no killing lately and decided to give herself a treat. She wandered aimlessly not carling what or who was after her........
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