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Post by Dynamax on Aug 21, 2011 18:06:46 GMT -5
He had come a long way. He had heard of what had happened, hoping to find any trace of his friend. His name was Emilio Vargas. one of the few survivors of James Clarke's gang and an escapee from the Midnighter's. He had come to find his friend, but once again realized he has come up short.
"Damn. His scent is too faint to follow." He says as he stands with the crowd onlooking the ruined Denny's. It was tied to the mall that was destroyed earlier in the week but what did it all mean? Was it the Midnighters? Where did James go?
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Post by Noble 6 on Aug 24, 2011 23:04:57 GMT -5
"They took him. To become a slave to their will." A black robed woman said slowly. She looked down at the man from under her hood, she was a full head taller than the man
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Post by Dynamax on Aug 24, 2011 23:11:26 GMT -5
(OOC: Bless you Noble for jumping in. You get a cookie.  ) Emilo turned. "What did you say? Who are you?" He looked at her with fear and suspicion. "If you're one of them I ain't goin' back." |
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Post by CrystalPrison on Sept 2, 2011 15:45:02 GMT -5
Ana frowned deeply, surveying the ruined Denny's sadly, "There goes my plans," She muttered, wiping her hands over her paint stained pants. It really was a shame, this was the closest restaurant to the apartment she was working on. Her gaze fell to a defensive looking man and a cloaked woman, Real subtle...
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Post by Dynamax on Sept 2, 2011 15:46:40 GMT -5
"You know chica I'm getting real sick of the silent treatment, especially with the theatrical BS. Come clean or piss off." Emilo says as he literally growls at the cloaked figure.
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Post by CrystalPrison on Sept 2, 2011 20:49:16 GMT -5
What the? Ana shook her head, torn between self defense, which meant running, and investigating. Instead, she focused on her powers to kill anything possible near the duo, deciding proof of whatever that was, was a bad idea. She was hardly the only person with secrets. Running a hand through her hair, the young woman picked her way closer to the destroyed restaurant and the duo.
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Post by Noble 6 on Sept 4, 2011 17:41:32 GMT -5
"I am Orion. A messenger of peace. They have him. The cloaked woman said.
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Post by Dynamax on Sept 5, 2011 2:58:08 GMT -5
"Riiight Chica, and I'm Santa Claus. People who usually talk like that in my experience are nut jobs or Jehovah's witnesses." Emilio says. "You saying someone got James basically?" his eyes flash over to the crowd, a scent catching his attention for a moment.
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Post by Noble 6 on Sept 5, 2011 11:13:26 GMT -5
"Yes. He was taken as a trophy. They'll make him bend to their will. He won't be your friend if he's not rescued soon." Orion said looking down at him.
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Post by Dynamax on Sept 5, 2011 16:44:28 GMT -5
"Still don't have a good reason to trust you." Emilio says. "For all I know you're with them."
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Post by CrystalPrison on Sept 5, 2011 17:31:14 GMT -5
By this point, Ana had merged enough with the crowd that she was just close enough she could make out what the others were saying. Of course, the chatter of others wondering just what had happened interfered with that more than a bit. Them? Who the hell is 'them? She wondered, adjusting her gloves lightly. "Good thing the apartment's done..." She mused to herself, knowing she wouldn't stay in town long.
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Post by Dynamax on Sept 5, 2011 22:28:35 GMT -5
"Just show me your face or something here, otherwise I walk and wonder if i got to watch my back." Emilio says. "Some human interaction and none of this BS."
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Post by Noble 6 on Sept 6, 2011 21:18:00 GMT -5
Orion lowered her hood to reveal a long wave of silvery white hair.
"I am no midnighter."
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Post by Dynamax on Sept 6, 2011 21:21:40 GMT -5
"No, I was more referring to some British chicks who came after me." Emilio says. "Spooks from some group I dunno about."
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Post by CrystalPrison on Sept 7, 2011 6:24:57 GMT -5
Two groups? Guess I'm not going overseas. Ana frowned deeply at the thought of one coming here, and another in Britain, Which means they're probably everywhere and it's a good thing I can lie low. She'd yet to have a run in with anyone trying to kill her or use her for her powers, but she had no doubt they existed. As her concentration lapsed, more phones in the area began cutting out and she smirked a little sheepishly.
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