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Post by Pete on Oct 30, 2007 19:21:15 GMT -5
Pete let out a sigh of contentment, even though Jarrod finished it, he did most of the work. He leaned back in the chair, the tranquilizer causing him to drool a bit. I had it under control Jarrod, I don't recall tagging you in. Standing to his wobbley feet, he dragged himself over to Jarrod, giving him a friendly punch in the arm. Hurry it up next time eh? It was Pete's way of thanking him, just not in so many words. It was worth it though, not only did they save her, he got a pat on the back and a kiss. All in a days work.
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Post by Jarrod on Oct 31, 2007 12:19:35 GMT -5
Jarrod smiled grimly at his success. Namir was safe, the demon was gone. Pete looked rather bad off; like he'd been drugged or something. Then Namir was in front of him, her gray eyes soft and misty like the silver morning fog in the deep forests. She looked lovely, even after all she had been through, and his heart beat faster at her touch. He kissed her back wholeheartedly, holding her close in his strong arms and picking her up to kiss her better. Setting her gently back down after a few timeless moments, he drew away, scanning her with his green eyes. She still bled, though not as much, from her chest and her arm. Then Pete came up, obviously feeling better, though looking like he'd just gotten high, especially with the attractive drool on the side of his mouth. Jarrod responded to the punch with a smile, gently pushing Pete back into the chair. "Stay down, Pete, you shouldn't be standing in your state. I"m sure you did have it under control, but a little extra control didn't hurt anyone, right?" he replied. Turning back to Namir, he took her hand in his, kissing the wound gently. "I'm sorry I didn't get here soon enough," Jarrod murmured softly, placing his forehead against hers and gazing into her eyes again. Then he saw the vampire behind and stiffened, backing away a bit. Pumping the action chamber a few times, he hoisted the gun in his hands. "You do not have business with us, sir vampire," he said, his eyes hardening to gray, "I have enough left to hurt you, I would suggest you leave."
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Post by Rickter Rossenhiem on Nov 1, 2007 6:14:06 GMT -5
Rickter was taken aback by Jarrod's reaction, he had been prepared to fight for these beings and this is how they treated him?
"I have no intention of leaving Lycan," he replied, "this is my city. If anyone will leave it shall be you, but no. I do not ask you to leave, I do not want you to leave, I just want to make sure no one causes trouble here," he bowed his head keeping the gun in his site.
"And if any of you represent the council of your people I would like a word in private."
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Post by Namir Black on Nov 1, 2007 15:29:52 GMT -5
Namir stepped in front of Jarrod. In the most soothing voice she could manage, she attempted to calm him, Jarrod, its okay, he hasn't given us any warrant not to trust him. Rickter is here to help protect me. No need to threaten, my love. Namir's grey eyes smoldered into Jarrod's with her conviction of protecting him in return of protecting her. She let her fingers trickle over his tensed bicep gently as a gesture of security. Concentrating back on Rickter, she spoke out loud. "We all are members of the lycan council, so this is pretty much as private as you're going to get. This is however unless you want to speak with a specific one of us."
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Post by Pete on Nov 1, 2007 15:46:54 GMT -5
Placing his hands on the back of the chair, he twisted his torso, cracking his back. He stood to his feet and walked over to the Vampire. He had met up with Richter several times before. Once when he found Namir bleeding in the streets. Another time when he and Vincent assaulted the Vampires of Rome. All had ended up with the two locked in combat, with the intentions of ending each others lives. Standing there as allies was... awkward, to say the least. If Richter wanted to speak with a council member, it was definitly important... very few ever found out about the councils existance, much less survived to ask about it. "I'll handle this one... me and Richter go way back." Pete adressed the Vampire, gesturing to walk with him. Step into my office.
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Post by Jarrod on Nov 1, 2007 18:57:01 GMT -5
Keeping his eyes on the vampire, Jarrod was a bit taken aback that the vampire seemed slightly perturbed at his defensive actions. He had helped them? Forcing himself to relax, he lowered the gun, pointing it at the ground and taking his finger off the trigger. "I apologize," he said, inclining his head respectfully, "I was not aware that you helped us; my experiences with vampires, I am sorry to say, have never been civil. I am gratefully indebted to you for helping with the rescue of my Namir." Jarrod was glad there would be no more fighting. He would fight when necessary; he knew how to, but he didn't like it. Lycan council? He was far from that; he had just recently been turned. He hadn't even experienced a full moon yet. Lowering his voice, he murmured to the beautiful girl standing next to him. "I would let Pete deal with this; I haven't been a lycan for very long, and neither have you. Though both of us are older in years, he is older in experience," he explained. Plus, the vampire, Rickter, Pete had called him, didn't seem to want to broadcast whatever it was to all of them. And with Pete talking to Rickter, maybe he and Namir could get a little alone time. Hey, a guy could hope, couldn't he?
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Post by Namir Black on Nov 1, 2007 21:41:41 GMT -5
"Okay. You're right." To give Rickter and Pete their space, she entwined her fingers into Jarrod's and pulled him gently towards the other side of the garden. At one side there was a white marble fountain, encrusted with nude cherubs and winged creatures frolicking together amongst a nature scene. As the fountain aged it began to crack and gain lime and dirty accents that now gave it a rustic look especially with the ivy framing it against the wall almost perfectly. Namir sat down gently on the side of the fountain's basin, it was darker in this part of the garden, it was the most masked by the wall, streams of the moon's rays spilled across her features, only illuminating half her face, and her chest and shoulders. Looking up at him invitingly and lovingly, her heart began to melt to look at him. She secretly always loved it when he called her 'his Namir' and when he tried to protect her, even though she often could often fend for herself. In situations like tonight he really paid off, having both him and Pete here for her.
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Post by Jarrod on Nov 1, 2007 21:50:42 GMT -5
Following the beautiful girl, Jarrod marveled at the silky touch of her skin, the fine shoulders that moved with the motion of walking, the thick hair cascading down her back in a jet waterfall. He longed to run his fingers through it, to kiss her, to assure her it was all right and that he loved her. The garden was the perfect setting for such a night, though had been full of evil earlier. Her lovely eyes gazed into his, and he knew that he would have done anything to save her. Sitting down beside her, he pulled her into his arms, resting his chin on her head. Kissing her hair, he murmured, "Are you sure you're okay? I would have never forgiven myself if I had lost you." He pulled back a bit, searching her eyes, making sure nothing was broken or bruised. Her wounds had begun to heal, though he still burned with vengeful fire whenever he saw the marks marring her smooth skin. At least the demon was finally dead.
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Post by Rickter Rossenhiem on Nov 2, 2007 5:14:14 GMT -5
Rickter accepted Jarrod's apology and turned to Pete. He remembered the Lycan, found him rather amusing to be honest. In a good way. Rickter followed Pete as he started to walk away, he didn't speak until they were out of Jarrod's and Namir's earshot.
(I don't have time to write anymore at the moment. If I haven't edited my post by the time you come on next please make a new topic and I shall continue in there.)
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Post by Namir Black on Nov 5, 2007 22:24:37 GMT -5
Namir leaned back to him in Jarrod's strong arms. She slipped her arms through his tanned muscular ones. Moments like this is what she couldn't get enough of, just feeling so safe and secure in his arms, more so than anywhere else. She leaned her head on his shoulder and took in his smell, though he couldn't be farther from a beach right now, he still smelled like the salt and air of the sea. Kissing his bicep gently, she whispered, "I'm fine, love. Better now that you mention it." Namir gave his arm a gentle squeeze, "Thank you for coming, Jarrod. It feels better to know that you're here." She glanced down at her hands, they didn't hurt anymore, Auron hadn't done it with a silver blade, so they wouldn't scar more than likely. Now her wounds appeared to be weeks old, barely noticeable other than pink shiny scarlike likes that make slight indentions on her flesh. In this dress, the one on her breast you couldn't even see, but she knew it was as deep as the others, so it must be in about the same condition. She glanced back at the two shadowed figures talking in the distance. Namir really began to realize how much she had to thank Pete for, every time she was playing the damsel in distress he was there, gung ho for any action that came his way, that kind of unconditional love she admired. Especially from both of her men.
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Post by Jarrod on Nov 5, 2007 22:48:59 GMT -5
Jarrod smiled, though she could not see it in her position, and kissed her silky tresses. His thumb, calloused and rough from work, rubbed gently along her hand. He kissed her cheek lightly, hugging her slightly. "I'm so glad you're okay," he whispered. Jarrod would have died for her to be safe; he almost didn't make it in time. And he admitted to himself that it scared him a bit. But now, with Namir safe in his arms, all worry dissapated from his mind. He vaguely wondered what Pete and Rickter were talking about. Probably some alliance or just an ultimatum between the two races. Jarrod honestly didn't care right now. With one hand he took her cut hand up to his lips, kissing the pinkish-white scars gently.
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