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originally posted in:The New Dojo
9/17/2016 7:44:50 AM
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[u]A loud bell tolls in the night as the pale blood moon shines down upon the Dojo, illuminating all shadows which would drown the scenery in a dreary darkness if not for it's pale glow. Fast and frantic footsteps can be heard as a man in Hunter's garb runs down the street in a panic, his head turning at random as he tries to escape from an unseen force. A lighter pitter-patter of speedy and delicate footsteps can be heard close behind him, slowly gaining on his position. Now indulged in the feeling of full-blown terror, the Hunter spins around as he reaches a dead end. His hat falls back, revealing clouded and lifeless eyes paired with a grotesque and furry face, as if he was mid-transformation between man and beast. Drawing a large Saw Cleaver, he extends it and draws a hunter pistol, spinning in place as his pursuer gets closer. Suddenly, all sound dies out as everything seems to freeze in place except for the sound of a man breathing through a mask. In a loud bang, the Hunter's gun goes off with a bright burst missing a darkened figure that charges towards the Hunter. Raising his Saw Cleaver, he swings down only to feel the burn of two razor sharp blades slicing through his throat and arm, jamming themselves deep in his flesh. With a heave, the masked figure tosses the now limp body to the side and off of his blades, pouring what blood remains on the blades into two small vials, which are then place in a pouch on his side. Colliding the two blades into one large dagger, the mysterious figure begins to mutter to himself.[/u]
"[i]Oh... What a wonderful night it is. If only it were not sullied by these beasts that roam free... I would have a rest and appreciate the scenery.[/i]"
[u]He begins to exit the alleyway, humming to himself as he waves the blood soaked cape behind him with a small dance.[/u]
[spoiler]Open for all, but I do need a Lieutenant to test me. I might be coming back, but I shall obey the rules.[/spoiler]
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[i]Someone else was there, who was illuminated by a lamppost light. A man with a bandanna wrapped over his head, cargo pants, and a shirt that had a weird symbol on the back was sitting on the corpse of someone. He was cleaning whatever he was holding, the blood dripping into some sorta container. Must be another hunter. A sniper rifle was also rested upon the lamp post, which had some green pipes sticking outta it. A revolver was also seen laying with the sniper rifle.[/i]
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[u]Stopping mid-step, Lothran turns his head to face the man along with the rest of his body. Brushing the cape out off of his sides, he rests his hands upon the hilt of kukiri like dagger and a hunter's pistol. The beady eyes of his crow mask bore into the man's head, searching for a sign of possible aggression or beasthood.[/u] "[i]What is a fellow hunter like yourself resting on a night like this, perfect for the hunt may I ask? Perhaps...[/i]" [u]His grip on the dagger and pistol tightens.[/u] "[i]My duty has finally caught up to me. Tell me, fellow hunter, what be thine purpose tonight?[/i]"
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"Oh you know, killing monsters..." [i]He tapped the corpse's face with his meathook. Turns it is also one of those half-beasts. And how he killed it? A large hole can be seen on it's scalp. Possibly from his meathook.[/i]
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[u]His grip on the blade and and pistol relax slightly, but his posture stays in that of one ready to react to whatever the situation. His hands still lightly caress the grips of the weapons as if it comforts him to know he has them by his side. A few moments of eery silence commence before he speaks again.[/u] "[i]And what keeps me from knowing you yourself have not been taken over by the hunt? A hunter must resist the urge to give into their fantasies, lest the line between man and beast begins to blur.[/i]" [u]His voice is calm and collected, as if he's asked this question many times before. However, his posture shows he's used to encountering those who have been absorbed too deeply in their work, transforming in murdering beasts.[/u]
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[i]Him? Getting infected? Heh. Like that's ever happen. He did make sure to quarantine himself from the plague when killing them.[/i] "So this is the only way I know I can gain your trust: I stick with you, but not too closely. And if I turn into one of them, I'll just let you go ahead and slice me open. Deal?"
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[u]His posture slightly relaxing, his right hand moves away from the handle of the strange dagger. However, his left stays close to the handle of the pistol as a precaution against any unexpected trickery. He stands up straight, brushing his blood-soaked cape aside.[/u] "[i]Frail promises made by a fellow hinter, how quaint. Alas, I am struggling to keep this place pure, and a fellow hunter would be useful... Yes, yes indeed, even somebody who can and will hinder our progress would be of some use...[/i]" [u]He chuckles softly as he talks out loud to himself, his conversation going as if the other hunter wasn't even there.[/u]
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"Fair enough... You lead." [i]Sanford placed his hook somewhere within his belt, which held all the basic necessities for a hunter. He also picked up his guns and put on their safeties.[/i]
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[u]Turning his body around, he shakes his head as if saying no too the notion of being followed around. Brushing the cape out of his way and slightly turning his head, he spoke to the man.[/u] "[i]Do not follow me down this path. I'd rather not have somebody tagging along like a stray mutt. Instead, I will leave you these two bells.[/i]" [u]He takes a large bell and a smaller bell out of a pocket.[/u] "[i]Use the large bell to beckon me forth when my assistance is needed. If I ever need your help, I shall simply ring mine, and you will simply have to respond by ringing the smaller one to be summoned to my location.[/i]" [u]He set the bells down on the ground before starting to walk away.[/u] "[i]Nothing personal, I just have an aversion to working with others. I've payed in blood for others mistakes before.[/i]"
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"I see. Can't trust anyone, huh?" [i]He picked up the bells.[/i]
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[u]Before rounding the corner, he turned his head towards the man.[/u] "[i]I'll be seeing you soon, I presume. My name... Is Lothran.[/i]" [u]With that, he turns around the corner, disappearing into the night.[/u]
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[i]He turned into the other direction, hook and revolver out.[/i] [spoiler]What else?[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]end.[/spoiler]
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[i]Walking down the street that particular night was a feminine figure, her face hidden by an olive green hood, the fabric seeming quite expensive and lined with gold. The woman's outfit was quite exquisite, consisting of a dark green vest, a pair of tight black pants with ceramic leggings, a steel gauntlet for her right hand and a thin leather glove for her right. The woman's cloak trailed behind her, attached to her hood and waving in the night's breeze. At her side, a rapier waited in its sheath, silently gleaming in the moonlight's very presence. The woman also had a katar wrapped around her side, the blades sharpened to the maximum. She silently looked up at the Hoonter of Hoonters, before speaking with a quiet, frail voice.[/i] "...You are...a Hunter?"
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[u]Turning his body towards the woman, the beady eyes of the crow mask focus on her face. Sweeping his cape aside, the figure moves his hand towards a large kukiri-like dagger attached too his waist. Cocking his head in concern and possible caution, he speaks in a cold, monotone voice as if she's not there.[/u] "[i]What would a maiden as herself be doing out wandering the streets on the night of the hunt, might I wonder? Were she simply unlucky enough to be locked out as the sun went down, or is there something more sinister at work?[/i]" [u]His long, bony fingers caress the handle of the blade, the black gloves wiping small bits off blood off from the previous encounter.[/u]
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"Depends on how you look at it, really." [i]The woman chuckled slightly, in a rather friendly and jolly manner. She looked right at the Hoonter, piercing emerald eyes staring right at the sockets of his crow-like mask. Noticing that he was clearly ready for combat, her right hand had made its way slightly closer to her rapier's handle.[/i]
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[u]Wrapping his fingers around the hilt of the dagger, his gloves make a creaking sound as the black leather tightens around the grip. His left hand rests gently upon the handle of a hunter's pistol, the forefinger gently caressing the trigger as he pulls the flintlock mechanism back with his thumb in anticipation of what's to come.[/u] "[i]Then what, may I ask... Is your purpose for being out at this time of night? Please, do tell... I am ever so invested in your explanation.[/i]" [u]The beady eyes seem to glint in the moonlight as if his aggression was growing, the line between man and beast starting to blur.[/u]
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[i]The woman smirked slightly, pulling the hood off to provide a better view for the Hunter of Hunters. She had a sharp, slightly tanned face, two emerald green eyes staring deeply at the man, a slight grin on her face. Her dirty blonde hair was braided back, although it was slung over her shoulder at the moment. One thing that was noticeable was that she spoke with a strong French accent. She seemed rather jolly, although the person that she was speaking to could probably change that very, very fast.[/i] "...Just came out for a nice lil stroll, nothing much. By the way...I saw a rather strange man begin running around here. Have you seen him, I wonder?" [i]She was clearly referring to the man, or half beast, that the Hunter had just killed.[/i]
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[u]A dark chuckle echoes from under the mask, the sinister sound un-natural in every way. Drawing the blade, he ran his finger along the flat of the blade, wiping down the coagulating blood that is slowly drying out on his blade. Rubbing the tainted blood between his fingers, he whips his hand too the side, spraying it off of his gloves and onto the ground. Now wheezing with laughter, he raises his head to lock eyes with the lady.[/u] "[i]Oh, that wretched thing? He was my mark. A rouge hunter he was, starting to show signs of being infected. I did my duty-[/i]" [u]He laughs especially hard at this part.[/u] "[i]And killed him![/i]"
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[i]Placing a hand on her hip and grinning a little more, the woman tilted her head a bit, her hair swinging slightly to the right as she did so. She had let go of her rapier's handle, though she had a surprise for the Hunter within her right hand if he got any bright ideas.[/i] "You [u]are[/u] a Hunter! Absolutely amazing. Or...a Hunter of Hunters, judging by the garb? I like it..."
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[u]His laughter quickly dies out, the hilarity of the notion quite fleeting. Grasping the grip of the dagger and the handle of the pistol, he rests his beady eyes once more upon the woman's face. An air of coldness begins to seep from him as he enters a crouching position, his suspicion rising at alarming rates.[/u] "[i]You still haven't given me a clear answer. What are you-[/i]" [u]He jerks his head in her direction.[/u] "[i]Doing out at night during the hunt.[/i]"
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[i]Taken back by his immediate mood change, the woman simply sighed heavily, looking straight at the Hunter with a rather bothered look, as if she really wasn't in the mood for questioning from him.[/i] "Taking a stroll, enjoying the moonlight, the sort...why is it such a big deal?"
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[u]His grip tightened on the dagger as he begins to back away from Ren. The beady eyes seem to gleam in the moonlight as he slowly backs into a patch of shade, his actions now unseen in the lack of light. The only part of him visible is the two fake glass eyes that peer out of his mask, the rest of his body almost gone, like it was absorbed by the abyss. In a raspy voice, he begins to speak.[/u] "[i]Eileen always told me to never trust an innocent face, or a harmless alibi. Just a walk, you say? One such as yourself would not dare to venture out on the night of the hunt without a nefarious purpose unless they were to be a hunter. Without protection of a hunter's blood, one is even more susceptible to the beast plague. Or maybe there's something else... Maybe, just maybe...[/i]" [u]His voice becomes very quiet, as if he wishes for no one to here the words uttered.[/u] "[i]You are a user of the old blood, the accursed filth of the Vilebloods flowing throughout your body.[/i]" [u]At the mention of Vilebloods, he spits the words out as if he's disgusted that he even has to speak of their name.[/u]
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[i]Only nodding silently, the woman didn't look worried in the slightest, although her left hand had begun to slowly move towards the hilt of her rapier, as if she was about to retrieve it from its sheath. As for her right hand, it was still on her side, her head still tilted as if she was actually confused.[/i] "Ah. Of course, [i]I'm[/i] a...Vileblood, you called it?" [i]She only chuckled darkly, resuming her speech again as she looked up at the figure, assuming a more serious tone.[/i] "...I'm really not in the mood to fighting my way out of here, and honestly, you're not helping. Now...I'm just gonna back away slowly. If you wanna come along and perhaps...[i]dance[/i]...then you can." [i]Smirking slightly, as if she found amusement in the whole situation, the woman began to slowly back away from the Hunter of Hunters, just waiting for the perfect moment to sprint away or...attack.[/i]
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[u]Nodding to himself, the sound of his dagger being drawn is heard. Without a word, he holds it in two hands be for splitting it into two halves, sparks temporarily illuminating the face of the mask. Ceremoniously, he whips them too the side as he speaks a rite of death.[/u] "[i]Through use of the Old Blood, you have forfeit your life as a human, and now are worth no more then the lowliest of gods. Worth less then the blood of a whоre, I sentence you to mercy...[/i]" [u]He whips the feathers of the cape outwards in a grand fashion as he steps out of the shadows, his blades spinning in his hands.[/u] "[i]By death.[/i]" [u]With sudden speed, he becomes a black blur as he charges towards Ren, his blades raised as he prepares to plunge the two shining daggers into her stomach.[/u]
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[i]Eyes widening and smile disappear, the French duelist known as Ren suddenly raised her rapier in her left, suddenly jolting to the left as the Hunter passed her, backing away. She drew a .44 magnum revolver from its holster, holding it to her side as she pointed the tip of her blade at the Hunter that had just tried to kill her.[/i] [b]"En garde, you filthy crow."[/b] [i]She began circling, trying to find the right time to sprint away from the man.[/i]
