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tampered2007-01-08 12:55 am
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Log: Complete
When; The evening of January 8th
Rating;PG? Unless things happen, then it'll move up from there. R for gore, whoops.
Characters; Henry Townshend, Vincent, Fox Mulder, Scarab, Pyramid Head, Walter, and Rayne.
Summary; Vincent takes Henry out of the house. Henry is confused by the whole 'out of the house' concept, but appreciates the opportunity to take care of a thorn in his side. But they aren't the only ones at the club...
Log;
Henry wasn't sure why Vincent called him out to go to a club- they had plenty of room in their house, and it was nice and quiet. He had much to learn from Vincent, how things worked and how they should work. He was responsible for knowing it, too. This...this was not the night for Vincent to delve into it.
However, Henry was going to explode if he didn't move around soon. He felt twitchy and irritated, and he wanted to learn from the Executioner and the Dragon. He almost didn't care about learning, wanting to just destroy as much as he could (and all the better if that vampire Walter and Rayne were in the path). He held onto the control he had left with as much willpower as he could manage.
So maybe going out would get some of that energy out.
He sighed as he knocked on the door to Vincent's room. He was carrying his sword- he wouldn't leave without that- and had somehow procured a small handgun and holster as well. He waited as patiently as he could, staring at the door with dead eyes.
Rating;
Characters; Henry Townshend, Vincent, Fox Mulder, Scarab, Pyramid Head, Walter, and Rayne.
Summary; Vincent takes Henry out of the house. Henry is confused by the whole 'out of the house' concept, but appreciates the opportunity to take care of a thorn in his side. But they aren't the only ones at the club...
Log;
Henry wasn't sure why Vincent called him out to go to a club- they had plenty of room in their house, and it was nice and quiet. He had much to learn from Vincent, how things worked and how they should work. He was responsible for knowing it, too. This...this was not the night for Vincent to delve into it.
However, Henry was going to explode if he didn't move around soon. He felt twitchy and irritated, and he wanted to learn from the Executioner and the Dragon. He almost didn't care about learning, wanting to just destroy as much as he could (and all the better if that vampire Walter and Rayne were in the path). He held onto the control he had left with as much willpower as he could manage.
So maybe going out would get some of that energy out.
He sighed as he knocked on the door to Vincent's room. He was carrying his sword- he wouldn't leave without that- and had somehow procured a small handgun and holster as well. He waited as patiently as he could, staring at the door with dead eyes.
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"Now I know you didn't start the party without us," she said teasingly, entering behind him.
Locking her arm blades into place, she looked over at Vincent and smiled deviously, her fangs gleaming. "What's a matter? Are you scared?"
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The woman was between him and his target, the man who thought that suffering was "beautiful." Walter would show him beauty.
"Get out of my way and I won't do to you what I did to the last woman who thought to wave a sword at me."
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" Your a slow learner....Teacher was too merciful."
No, a sword was not her only weapon, but it was her preferred one, since in such a tight space guns were risky.
Each of the marked had started to come into thier own particular talents lately.
The Executioner had always been what he was now; a guillotine.
...But the Dragon was his opposite. The scalpel.
Where he was lumbering, slow but brutal, she was small and light. Able to shield her presence to almost anything, and fast and effecient.
An assasin born.
Still, it would be tricky to keep both of her charges covered. Henry was priority. SHe didn't choose it, but the mark at the small of her back, and the whispering of her Lord's presence in the back of her mind reminded her of it.
A blur of motion, too fast to register for less enhanced beings, and still terribly fast for even her brothers to note, and she was far closer than she had been originally, her sword making a sliver arc up toward Walter's midsection.
In such a tight space, she knew she had to either clear the doorway, or hold them off as long as she could until someone could take out the bright lights & give Henry time to get himself, and Vincent out.