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Post by Aveilthé on Jan 25, 2012 16:15:25 GMT -6
OOC: Short post is short, sorries ;.;
He was still blind to everything save for the one thing that mattered right now: Kill Styx... get your life back. It was a funny thing when the whole world around you fell away, it allows you to think with a clear mind. He reached out for Styx just as he took off, hands attempting to grapple around his clothes. He wasn't about to let Styx take to the skies if he could help it.
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Post by Kikuyoshi on Feb 11, 2012 23:19:03 GMT -6
December was once again ignored as Fortune's hands reached out and snagged against the collar of Styx's jacket, pulling him in closer. Surprisingly, Styx allowed it, his wings still arched in a terrible bloody and black display, proudly flared as his face got up close and personal with the vampire. Their noses were almost touching and now it was a battle of auras between the two of them.
Violent liquid gold eyes narrowed from behind his shades, his lips pulling back finally to show off twin fangs and a matching snarl.
"Better men than you have tried to take my life." His own hand reached out, grabbing around Fortune's collar, drawing his body in even closer as his other hand moved away the shades from his eyes.
"I don't die easy vampire. And to me....you're nothing more than a snack. Take my life when you're able....until then, don't bother me with petty attempts." With a shove, Styx freed himself from Fortune's grasp and turned his gaze toward December, not saying a word but instead pushed off the ground before Fortune could come tangle with him again. Black feathers rained down the last of blood that clung to them as he was lifted up, his body seeming to melt into the shadows of the night. Whether or not he was coming back to them, one couldn't say. For now they would have to seek him out if he was worth their time.
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His body sank down to the ground in a secluded corner of the city, exhausted from flight and doing so without being detected. Painfully his wings melted back into him, sounding as awful as it looked as bones condensed and popped in different ways to fold awkwardly and melt back into his skin. At the end of it he was left panting and staggering slightly he wandered into the first bar he could find. He hadn't exactly given December all of his money.
Ignoring the rest of everyone around him, he moved to the bar counter and threw down an adequate amount of money, keeping his gaze down as he slipped onto a bar stool. "A room if you have one....and something strong to get rid of this headache...."
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Post by Felypsa on Feb 15, 2012 12:24:20 GMT -6
 For once, there was nothing she could do. The mighty mercenary hated this feeling she kept getting, over and over, of being unable to put a stop to madness and chaos. It was quite enough to make her want to use the last bit of Styx’s loan to purchase a passage across the sea on her own, away from all this, and leave the two males to figure out their fate. One of them would kill the other, that seemed quite plain.
To her surprise, however, Styx proved to be the better man by pulling himself free from Fortune’s grip and flying off into the darkness of the night. Just before he left, he looked straight at her, and their intensely colored eyes met across a distance. There was so much December could have said, and she wanted at least to attempt to explain why she found herself bound by this monster’s side.
But he flew off before she could even think of how to voice an excuse, and anyway, she was not sure he would believe her. December felt desolate as she watched him go, certain now that he would abandon her entirely—and why not? In his eyes, she was allied with the vampire, and they could have no more in common. How was it that Fortune always got between her and her friends? December had once fought her own former companion Taro for his life and safety, and she found herself in a similar unpleasant situation.
She belonged at Styx’s side, but fate kept binding her to Fortune’s.
December whirled around on Fortune, eyes ablaze, certain he would not ignore her now with his object disappeared into the shadows. Even if he attemped to pursue Styx, he would find the point of Seraphim at his throat blocking his way. Without its Holy light, it was unlikely to kill him entirely; yet if December succeeded in severing his head from his body, it would definitely slow him down and give him pain he probably did not want.
“Stop and think about this,” she spat. “You never think about anything…you just rush off where your instincts tell you to go. When has that ever worked for you? When?” December shook her head sharply. “We need to talk about that demon we met, and the deal he cut us. Just cool your boiling blood for a minute so we can discuss.” Because if fate had to keep allying the two, then December was going to try her damnednest not to get him or Styx killed.
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