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Post by Arai on Mar 10, 2008 16:42:07 GMT -5
Arai was watching all the proceedings with some concern, her pale amber eyes worried and brow slightly creased. Vincent came in, followed by Jarrod and Namir. As usual, Namir was rather suspicious of the newcomer. None of them knew who he was, except perhaps Vincent, but even then she was not sure. Her bold friend had always been like that, so questioning of any who entered their small group. Supressing a small sigh, Arai hoped a fight or disagreement of some kind would not erupt between the two. There was enough of that between Jarrod and Pete. She had not spent much, if really any, time with Jarrod, but she knew that Pete despised him. It all centered around Namir, she suspected. Though Pete was currently occupied with her, she knew Namir was his first 'convert' and he was very attached to her. There was so much drama within the small group. Hopefully they would be able to work as a team for this at least. Somehow she doubted it. Arai was distracted from her analytical thoughts by the approach of Namir. "Yes, indeed we are," she replied with a small smile, "and yes, I am." She figured she was probably the most nervous of everyone in the small room. Jarrod looked quite muscular and could probably hold his own, and she knew that Pete could. The newcomer and Vincent were older and were the most experienced in the room, so she doubted they were too nervous. Namir was always ready for a fight, especially against the hated vampires. But Arai just wasn't sure. She was not a fighter, and she didn't really have it in her to go forward enthusiastically with a war. Vaguely she wondered if that was because she was not chosen. It hit her then, that realization. Chosen...Pete had been bitten by Vincent, had wanted to be a lycan, Namir had been bitten by Pete at her choosing, Jarrod had probably been bitten by one of them and he didn't look like he would allow anyone to bite him if he didn't want to be bitten. She hadn't been chosen. In fact, the werewolf that attacked her had meant to kill her, had killed Jason. She wasn't supposed to be doing this. And yet she was. Silently Arai held this in. She was in it now, had chosen at least to be here now. She would do the best she could.
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Post by Namir Black on Mar 10, 2008 19:02:47 GMT -5
Namir was shocked, Arai nervous? Somehow she had always imagined her friend to be resilient and fearless, but as the war encroached upon them she knew that it was hard for even the heaviest of cast iron men would begin to tremble. Her eyes roved over to Jarrod across the room, briefly, no more than a glance, then back to the pale golden eyes that belonged to Arai. Namir was surprised that neither Pete nor Jarrod had come over to her, but at the same time thought it was for the best. Most of the faces were grim or solemn around the room, and Namir could feel the shake of a nervous tremble amongst them all. She nodded to Pete who called them all together, "Are we all here?" Namir didn't mean to be rude or impatient, but the dark circles under her grey eyes only helped to show her empty energy gauge. She was just tired... that's all...she hoped.
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Post by Jarrod on Mar 10, 2008 19:25:19 GMT -5
Jarrod had entered the small clan of fellow lycans, expecting somehow for there to be more. A lump rose in his throat as he heard Namir, saw her. She was so beautiful, even tired and a bit bedraggled from travel. His mind was bathed in a fuzzy contentment just being in the same room with her, being able to look at her. But he couldn't look too much. Pete was there, as always, the blonde boy watching over the whole affair. It was not so much that Jarrod hated Pete so much as it was that he was very careful with Namir around him. Pete was jealous, he knew, and deeply attached to Namir. But Jarrod just steeled himself to come to this group and try to work together. They would need cooperation if they were to win this war. As always, Jarrod was ready to fight, to end this threat once and for all. He just wanted things to settle down so that he could be with Namir. He smiled at her every time she looked his way, his white teeth flashing as he reveled in the fact that she was his. But she never looked for long. For a time he avoided approaching her, instead observing the other lycans he had yet to meet. The two men talking were older, more experienced looking. Jarrod was relieved. They needed experience just as much as youth in this thing. And the other girl his Namir was talking to....was that Pete's Arai? She was small compared to him, almost a foot shorter he would say. There was a strangeness in those amber eyes, a sadness somehow. He sensed that she had a story to tell, something lurking in that mind. Finally he could stand it no longer. He stepped behind Namir as she spoke, encircling her waist with his arm. It felt good to hold her again, even if it was just a simple hand on her waist. I missed you he thought, knowing she would pick it up.
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Post by Pablo on Mar 10, 2008 21:17:57 GMT -5
Shortly after Jarrod's arrive, and as the group began to greet each other there was a loud screeching noise coming from outside the building. Shortly after, a large black truck zipped by the window coming to a sudden halt against the wall across the street. Some how there wasn't the large Hollywood car crash noise. Simply suggesting it wasn't a very bad crash. Following the crash, from inside the Den, the car door could be heard opening. It was then slammed shut, the back door was then flung open, soon being shut as well. Followed by a beep symbolizing the car was now locked. Loud footsteps, suggesting the driver was approaching the den. The door was opened and then slammed shut, somebody began to walk up the stairs. He approached the door and then all the noise from outside came to a sudden stop. There was momentary peace for a mere second. BAM, the door to the room was kicked open, this time though seeing it was a replacement it was not knocked over. Pablo walked inside, with a grin on his face and a bag flung over his shoulders. Noticing the door was still contact, there was a slight hint of disappointment. He had once knocked down all the doors in the den, the old ones. It was actually rather entertaining.The bag was tossed harshly, into the corner of the room which Pablo has claimed as his. "Pete I brought the explosives!"
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Post by Vincent Valentine on Mar 11, 2008 5:12:47 GMT -5
Vincent watched Pablo as he walked into the room, Vincent has always thought that Pablo was the opposite to himself, Pablo was wild, always talking, while Vincent is calm, and only speaking when necessary. 'He really should calm down, or he'll get some unwanted attention.' Vincent thought for himself, and making sure that no one could know what he was thinking.
"hmmph..." Vincent said before he walked to a corner, which was all dark, so no one could see him, even the eyes of Lycans and Vampires.
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Post by Pete on Mar 11, 2008 18:58:04 GMT -5
Pablo never failed to be entertaining... even when he was trying all too hard to be serious. Pete cringed as the shorter boy dumped the bag into the corner. Dear God, Pablo are you trying to kill us all?! Be gentle with those things, I know you've been dying to see how this building takes a hit... but lets not test it while WE'RE ALL INSIDE! But he was curious about how exactly Pablo procured the explosives... after all, who would give a bomb... or bombs... to a little pyromaniac Werewolf with a profound need to make things go "boom"? Pablo had carried that sack around with him on most of their latest adventures... never once had he hinted at what kind of explosives they may actually be... could be m80's... or it could be a couple pounds of plutonium... it was hard to tell with that kid... either way, Pablo was a strong fighter, and Pete had no doubt the "sack of mystery" as he now referred to it as would be very effective against the hordes of Vampires they would no doubt face. And if it didn't really do anything... at least the light show would keep them preoccupied while they were being torn to pieces by hundreds of blood crazed Lycans. Somehow Pete felt a bit more confident with Pablo around, especially with this weight on his shoulders, after all, he was his right hand man, his partner in crime... they were practically blood brothers. And now that everybody was here, it was time for his brilliant speech, the battle plan... how exactly they were to accomplish their mission... "Well, now that we're all here... the new guy can take over. You seem like you've been around the block a few... hundred or so times, what do you think we should do?" After all, Pete was a soldier, not a strategist... and as Alena's mate, he was the most qualified for the job anyway.
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Post by Namir Black on Mar 11, 2008 20:17:46 GMT -5
Well that answered her question, she should have known that they were still missing Pablo. She used his dramatic and reckless entrance as an excuse to jump away from Jarrod's secure grasp in what appeared to be in a start. It just seemed wrong for her to be so close with Pete in the vicinity, she couldn't ignore her feelings now that she had realized what they were, nor could she ignore his. Namir slid into one of the big high backed conference chairs at the lower end of the table, pushing everything out of her mind except for the task at hand. Without a threat this time, she turned her eyes to the new comer. His wise eyes would hopefully shed some light onto the hard situation that they'd stumbled into after centuries of hostility festering between the races. They were all a bunch of riled up, careless teenagers anyways, Pablo tossing about bags full of explosives, Pete the cheerleader yet uncertain ruler, Alena the most recent abductee of Victor, and Namir, who couldn't escape the tangled plight of her own love life. Why did they have to trap themselves in this awkward stage for eternity?
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Post by Jarrod on Mar 13, 2008 17:57:04 GMT -5
Jarrod started at the sudden entrance of the newcomer. This lycan he had never met before. He seemed rather reckless, especially if there were explosives in that bag. Which, judging by the reactions of all the others, there probably were. Whoever this newcomer was, he at least came prepared. That much could be said for him. Jarrod felt a bit out of the circle here. He knew Pete and Namir, but no one else. Everyone else seemed well acquainted. But hopefully that would change in due time. He watched sorrowfully as his love walked away, sitting down. He sat next to her. If Pete wanted to sit on the other side, that was his choice. Jarrod was not ashamed of the fact that he like Namir. She was a gorgeous, spunky woman, and he loved her for it. His sea green eyes gazed at her a bit sadly. Why was she avoiding him like this? They would have to talk about it later, after the meeting. But now it was time to get down to the reason they were here. It was time to discuss war.
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Post by Namir Black on Mar 23, 2008 10:13:44 GMT -5
Namir grabbed her long, black carbon steel hunting blade from her ankle strap and plunged the weapon deep into the flesh of the table. A crazed look entered her smokey eyes as she scoped the people around the table, her anger drove her now. How dare the pack accept an outsider so willingly? He could be a rat for all they knew, and now was not the best time to have the unfaithful in her presence at least. Her voice was gruff and raw with frustration, "Who cares if they're old!? We need to take care of this now! With OUR technology," Namir gesticulated fervently and rose to her feet. The lycan ripped the blade from the soft wood of the table and gripped it in her slender ivory palms. She tossed a rolled and worn scroll into the center of the table and spread them out, smoothing the paper carefully. "This my friends, is what we need. Its a map of the vampire base." She tossed another rolled parchment onto the table, "This, is a map of the white house, where the vampires have invaded." Her voice rang out over the room assuming the power at least temporarily, until now she had always been second chair to Pete and the other lycans, always the weak damsel in distress, now, however, she had a plan and would not be easily pushed aside. The feeling of assumed power groped through her veins with intense curiosity, and now that she had felt it, she liked it.
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Post by Vincent Valentine on Mar 24, 2008 14:51:47 GMT -5
Vincent was surprised of the actions that Namir had made, thus walking out of the shadows, and adressing Namir. "I concur, Namir, but we'll need more powerful, ancient weapons." Vincent said to everyone.
"You cannot just walk in there with your bare hands and 'explosives', you'll need something more." Valentine said with his wise voice.
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