Kaleb
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What the hell? That's my trash can! I don't go through your home without an invite.
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Post by Kaleb on Jun 6, 2006 11:02:37 GMT 1
Kaleb looks at the ratkin and then turns back to Vasara. "Well I know what abby said. I will judge her on her actions though." He looks at the bear changer and shurgs his shoulders. "As for that one I don't know. He seems allright, not as "unstable" as the other." He says keeping up with vasara.
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Post by Ilya on Jun 6, 2006 11:36:12 GMT 1
Ilya shakes the biker's hand, perhaps a little too firmly, it was hard for him to tell at times.
"Nice to meet you, Vasara," He says, gently laying the fomor's body on the ground, "Ilya is my name. And that one..."
He motions to the Ratkin.
"Her name's... her name... is... err..." He lets his sentence trail off.
His mind was a blank.
What was her name? He was sure she'd told him. Oh well, nevermind. She'd introduce herself if she felt like it.
Shaking his head, he looks down at the unconscious security guard. Such a pity. If Ilya were more knowledgable, perhaps he could find a way to free the poor man from his bane-induced slavery. But no, such a thing was beyond him. If they let the creature live, it would continue its destructive ways, and if they allowed the bane to slip through their fingers, it would merely find a new host.
"This is the only way..." He mutters, crouching over the body.
"Are we ready?" He asks, looking up at the others, "I don't know how long you will have before the spirit flees. It would be best if you passed through the Gauntlet now and awaited it on the other side."
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Post by Karin on Jun 6, 2006 11:56:22 GMT 1
"Karin, just Karin," the ratkin cut in. "Pleased to meet you too..."
You self-absorbed raging pack of rabid dogs.
Karin looked at the puppies. They liked killing things, maybe they should be the ones on the other side risking their necks. She on the other hand, was going to wait right here where it was safe. No way was she stepping sideways for the puppies to finish her off.
"Yes, very good idea. Why don't you go wait for the Wyrm-spirit to flee..."
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Kaleb
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What the hell? That's my trash can! I don't go through your home without an invite.
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Post by Kaleb on Jun 7, 2006 13:22:47 GMT 1
Kaleb shrugs at the girl, she was "different" Allright. "So you got any plans of where you are running off to now?" He looks at the two he just met in that nasty little food joint. He was not going to be stopping there anytime soon, well at least not to eat. Perhaps to roast some marshmellows over a nice open flame; he'd have to get Danny to spot him some money for that as well. Or maybe Micah, he seemed to have tons of the stuff. he keeps walking, following the bear and the rat just "chewing" on what abby said about the ratkin tribe. Surely not all of them were untrustable creatures, but this one seemed off kilter so one had to watch her.
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Post by Ilya on Jun 7, 2006 17:15:18 GMT 1
Karin... Ilya thinks to himself, suddenly recalling the girl's name. Now I remember...
"Karin," He says, looking over to her, "I want you to go too. Wait in the Umbra with Vasara and..."
What was his name? He thinks to himself.
"...and his friend," He continues, "Your Rage will be wasted if you wait with me, and three against one is always a wiser choice than two against one."
He could hear the faint sound of the police sirens in the distance, surely they were in pursuit of the monsters who terrorised an O'Tolley's restaurant, but the two Garou and the Ratkin hadn't yet moved. Were they content to stand around and have a chat? Ilya was getting impatient.
"GO!" He growls at them, anger in his eyes.
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Post by Karin on Jun 7, 2006 18:56:08 GMT 1
Wait in the Umbra with the two bloodthirsty boys? Riiiight.
"What? So they can finish what their daddies started? You've been asleep too long, bear-thing, if you think you can trust the were-puppies." Karin shook her head, she didn't seem to mind that they were listening. "They can handle it."
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Tony Vasara
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Judgment from the Skies
Manche f?hren, manche folgen
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Post by Tony Vasara on Jun 8, 2006 13:10:40 GMT 1
"FINE!! We can take care of one little Bane, can't we Kaleb?" Vasara looks at ratkin and thinks 'it was no wonder our ancestors attempted to cleanse the world of their presence... what was their use?'
He chuckles for a moment and then gets VERY grim 'How can she be so intolerant towards garou, War of Rage is over and Gaia needs us all!! Oh, that really pisses me off!!' he continues thinking, again feeling his rage to come into surface.
"We are the Warriors of Gaia! Into the Otherside Kaleb, let's show bete how we will FIGHT AND WIN this War!!" Vasara proclaims and starts staring into mirror and struggles into the Umbra...
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Post by Ilya on Jun 8, 2006 13:36:55 GMT 1
Ilya had had enough. Standing suddenly, he turns and makes to backhand the Ratkin, but restrains himself at the last second.
As the sound of sirens grows louder, he grabs the girl by the shoulders and glares at her, at wit's end.
"Get... into... the... Umbra..." He growls, each word harsher than the last, "...NOW!"
Pushing her away roughly, he gives a quick nod of gratitude to Vasara and Kaleb, a frown still on his face. Crouching over the unconscious man once again, he wraps his huge hands around the man's throat and begins crushing the life from him.
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Post by Karin on Jun 8, 2006 16:25:30 GMT 1
Karin scowled and considered for a moment whether or not it would be worth arguing. Then she finally decided a backhand from a bear-thing wasn’t something she wanted to experience anytime soon.
She pulled out the shiny pistol. “You better hold on to this for me then, till I’ve had time to dedicate it.” Still scowling, she walked over to the Garou and snarled. “You better not try anything, I’m onto you!”
And with that less than civil statement, she stepped sideways.
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Kaleb
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What the hell? That's my trash can! I don't go through your home without an invite.
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Post by Kaleb on Jun 8, 2006 22:58:42 GMT 1
Kaleb nods his head at the comment about the rat that Vesara made. He looks around to make sure no one is looking and to look for a reflective surface, ahh that window should do just fine. Onto them? No, he was onto her. She seemed to be a coward and nutty as hell. He peers in it to make sure there were no paparazzi or something and then dissapears into the umbra.
(Umbral thread needed I would guess)
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Post by Shehrazad on Jun 9, 2006 10:42:01 GMT 1
The Fomor's life drains quickly, and soon Ilya can feel his heart stop beating. He is quite clearly dead.
The police sirens get closer still, as the cops arrive at O'Tolley's and start investigating and questioning witnesses. Oddly, no one seems to remember exactly what happened, except that a bunch of terrorists shot the place up. People seem to recall the huge man that came in, followed a short while later by a couple of bikers, but nobody makes any mention of the girl. Nobody seems to remember she even existed.[/color]
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Post by Ilya on Jun 9, 2006 11:52:56 GMT 1
"May you find the peace in death that the Pattern-Breaker deprived of you in life." Ilya mutters sombrely as the man's lifesigns fade into oblivion. Letting out a sigh, he takes a second to compose himself before scanning his surroundings. The coast clear, he shifts into his Bjornen form, his near-bear form, tears his way through the Gauntlet with his razor-sharp claws, and steps through into the Umbra... ---CONTINUED HERE---
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