Akari Chapelo: ::The fragmented distortions of trees surrounded the area. Silhouettes of wavering figures apparent through the humidity of the atmosphere. She stood quietly atop the very limb of a horizontal branch, crouched lowly, nearly supined towards the wood. A vague little tune in the form of a whistle echoed, breaking the silence. Perhaps she'd only let others know she'd been there, a presence drawing forward. Human gestures were given. Her frail, delicate looking frame outlined in the remaining light. Onyx eyes giving a look over the tavern. The invitation was finely recognized, though who was here? That redingote frock of a rich velous fabric hung over limply, buttoned only to conceal a shred of a silken dress. She snarled, descending quietly from the perching area..Booted feet snapping branches beneath her feet. The crunching of leaves.::
Akari Chapelo: [:P]
ThreatAwakens: ((::Gets out a fucking dictionariy:: ))
ThreatAwakens: ((j/k))
Akari Chapelo: [I'm prepared to make this hard. ^.^]
ThreatAwakens: ::There WAS a man inside, sitting in a rocking chair that must have been older than him. He was shirtless, and he has scars zigzagging all over him. His hair was dyed jet black and looked finely combed, and he was made up pretty dark, black eyeliner and lipstick and all. Dude was a sick looking motherfucker, and the fact that he was shooting up a needle of who knows what didn't make him easier to recognize... but the scythe, that was Blade's::
ThreatAwakens: ::Dude sure looked like him... but since when was Blade lookin' like this and doing drugs he can't afford!?::
ThreatAwakens: ::The scythe leaned on the wall to his right, and on the table to his left was a large shard of broken glass and a razor, no drugs though, that mirror looked licked clean. The thing that mas about as dangerous though was the submachinegun resting next to the mirror.::
ThreatAwakens: ::Box of .9 mm bullets on the floor, a few loaded clips, little leather bag full of goodies, this guy musta been a happy one.::
ThreatAwakens: ::He took the needle out of his arm, it was empty now and the black colored lips expanded into a grin. This was not The Gunslinger's smile though, this one was far more sadistic, and lemme tell ya, that's a tough task!::
ThreatAwakens: ::He set the needle down and proceeded to rub at his left arm over the track mark he'd just reopened.::
Akari Chapelo: ::Effortlessly, the female neared the tavern door, and with what else than carelessness, did she open it with a nudge of the foot. The whistling continued; a demonic melody, however a whistle may have sounded demonic, that was another story.. Thin, almost knive pointed fingers coiled about the door frame before she had stepped in. Finger nails of glassy appearance. Dull, boring, empty. Just as any other tavern was. The imfamous Angelblade strapped across her soldier-like back. Ah. But what was this? A seemingly gothed-up Blade. Note: Approach with caution.:: Ano... ::Eyeing this.. unique individual, she pursed her lips slightly and ceased whistling. A vacant stare about those duel black eyes.::
ThreatAwakens signed on at 10:18:19 PM.
ThreatAwakens: Pretty song... ::He squinted his red eyes and brushed back straight black hair, his right hand was still scarred, round and textured, and his face was still clear and bright, even though it was paler than usual, also a tough task::
ThreatAwakens: So you have arrived... finally... ::He growled, but not like the gunslinger before a fistfight, it was more like a person who smoked too much, but it seemed to fit character well enough::
ThreatAwakens: I had to kill some people before I got here....
ThreatAwakens: Lemme tell ya... The Kansas City police force is not gonna be nice to me when they find me....
ThreatAwakens: BUT!
ThreatAwakens: What've you been up to since I got locked up cat girl?
ThreatAwakens: ::He put his hands on the arms of the chair and leaned sharply forward with the last cyllable::
ThreatAwakens: Fuck anybody... kill anybody... how's the good time being?
ThreatAwakens: Good to see your not a quadraped anymore by the way!
ThreatAwakens: How's your ba-a-a-a-a-ck?
Akari Chapelo: ::Soft folding creases formed around her temples, just to the side of each eye. She squinted. Complimenting Akari was never something appreciated. Whether the complimentor be sincere or not. Surely, she had arrived. At such an early hour things would possibly prove to be entertaining. What had she stumbled upon? Quick and calculating where those eyes. No doubt. It was Blade, though several things had been different. A drastic, somewhat unfriendly tone was accompanying his voice... Very unlike the gunslinger she knew.:: The usual whatnot. Typical night creature activity. And how are you, Blade? ::She hessitated slightly as she pronounced the name... Blade. His careless ramblings were hardly paid attention to. She only studied him..::
ThreatAwakens: ::He leaned now very quickly and sharply down to the brown leather bag at his left and pulled a little bag of white rocks which he un-tied and emptied a few onto the mirror, hiw gunslinger speed, payed attention to or not was hard at work. Mad dexterity as he snapped the razor up into his right hand and chopped the rocks, att the while talking to his new company in the same spurratic voice.:: Well Blade... ::He stopped to think of the words:: ...is a popsicle now... that is if his idiot sidekick or whatever that nerd was hasn't accidentally fed him poison or something....
ThreatAwakens: ::He stopped chopping:: ...as for ME... ::Stopped again for a sec:: ...I'm just a happy little fire and rape machine...
ThreatAwakens: ::He smiled at her and then turned his attention back to chopping::
ThreatAwakens: ::He chopped the little rocks into a fine white powder and smiled down at his work.::
Akari Chapelo: Well isn't that just quaint. ::Decreasing signs of awareness in her face, Akari sighed. Fingers coiled into the palsm of her hands. Clenched momentarily. Reduced to arson and rape? These things hadn't mattered much to her. Nor did the drugs, which she adverted her eyes from. It was pathetic. The dear thing needed such temporary substances to keep his mind occupied. Weak. She watched him. What was to be expected? A guest shouldn't be invited if the party is canceled. Though from the looks of the invitation, it hadn't appeared to be a social ordeal. She stood without another noise. Awaiting any further questioning or movements. Why had this being seemed stronger than Blade? The idea of his being a popcicle almost disturbed her. Almost.::
ThreatAwakens: ::He looked over at her, debating offering her some of the drugs that his pilgrimage to Amsterdam had yeilded him, then decided against it. If she wanted some she'd have to get it herself.::
ThreatAwakens: Well.... I was thinking about organizing a gangbang... I've not gotten legitimately laid yet.... so many things to do!!
ThreatAwakens: But sex is never as much fun...
ThreatAwakens: ::He leaned down and snorted up the power like an anteater to an anthill::
ThreatAwakens: ::Then sitting back up::
ThreatAwakens: ...as cold blooded murder...
ThreatAwakens: ::He reached over to the submachinegun with one hand and to the scythe with the other::
ThreatAwakens: Wanna help?
ThreatAwakens: ::He snapped the weapons up just like he had the razor, real quick.::
ThreatAwakens: ::The being bloodshot didn't do justice to the already red eyes at he looked at her and grinned that sick grin again::
Akari Chapelo: ::She smirked. That lovely little power over the corners of her mouth. Lips forming into one of those smile-ish things. Those eyes scanned his movements. The arms.. Onyx pools trailing from his hands, to the forearms... biceps, and finally his face. The scars were all noted. Memory wasn't in need of a jogging. Yet, they were puzzling. The scars were. The brief arch to each eyebrow also accompanied her facial expressions.:: Help you? Murder.. ::She hadn't even needed to think about it. No. Though something ticked in that genius little mind.. That he might actually persue some sort of series of gestures. Stupid ones. Harm?:: And if I reject?
ThreatAwakens: I reject.... good song... ::His mind was everywhere, he wasn't even thinking about the question asked, BiLe was the least important thing to the one man that the Hunters feared.:: ...well I was going to kill you anyway... ::The smile was still there:: ...but I thought I'd like to fight by your side a couple'a times... maybe get in yer pants! ::Nope, this ain't Blade::
ThreatAwakens: ::He brought the MP-5 close and pulled it's black nylon shoulder strap over his arm and over his head. Still holding the scythe::
Akari Chapelo: ::She made not a single change of expression, all except for the smile disappearing. Suddenly the fingers of her right hand trailed upwards, a palm pressed firmly on the side of her head. Light pressure was given; neck letting out a long line of cracks and pops. She stared at him. For a drugged up goth, he wasn't in the least bit frightening. Though his behavior needed a little make over. She felt the need to snarl. Make some sort of gesture to his crudities. Though his goal was obvious. To rile her up. So far, things hadn't been working out.:: If there's a shred of sense in that ignorance clouded mind of yours, you'll recall my working solo. ::She hadn't planned on commenting on the last part, though by a ruling impulse, it slipped out:: The chances of your getting into my pants, dear, are slim to none. Flesh should not motivate anyone. No. It should be a penetration beyond the veil of the flesh.
Akari Chapelo: [::Humbly allows her character to quote The Fly::]
ThreatAwakens: Well... I can always do that after your dead... ::He was methodical, he'd succeeded in throwing her off. Yes he wanted to rape her after she was a corpse, but he wanted to kill her so much more, and it was only scary because he had a chance. But she didn't know that now did she. The idea of applying every deadly bit of martial arts knowlage that Blade knew and didn't use was truly tickling Threat's mind. He stood and let the scythe vertical and to his side, blade down and against his leg.::
ThreatAwakens: Blade was a waste of flesh... I however am not... nor do I intend to waste any of the abilities that the gunslinger squandered.
ThreatAwakens: ::He was indeed still grinning, practically giddy with the ideas running through his mind. Most people could only dream of being as capable as this psychotic slimeball was.::
Akari Chapelo: ::That regal head of blue tresses canted slightly to the side. That arrogant tilt. Narrow... Oh, did those eyes narrow. That pinked tongue slid across her front teeth. Snaking over the tip of her left fang. As unappealing as he appeared, the drugged being would surely suffice for a feeding. Never did her hands stray from behavior. Not yet would she draw weapons.:: Are you purposely trying to make an ass of yourself, or is it that Blade hid his stupid side, masked behind the face of what stands before me?
ThreatAwakens: ::Now he was really grinning:: ...Blade was stupid... he didn't take advantage of anything... he's a gifted kid you know.... ::He almost sounded sincere::
ThreatAwakens: ::He slid across the room, close to her, looking into her face without any sort of fear:: ...did you know that he knows 14 different forms of martial arts?
ThreatAwakens: ...or that he has a higher IQ than most scientists....
ThreatAwakens: ....he didn't take advantage of that! ::He almost shouted as he stepped around her::
ThreatAwakens: ...he didn't drink... or snort or smoke or inject any of the things that he would have enjoyed!
ThreatAwakens: He didn't take advantage of that either!
ThreatAwakens: ::The sick raving individual stepped up behind her, and sniffed from her shoulder to her neck:: ...He didn't take advantage of you...
ThreatAwakens: He didn't take advantage of anything... because he is A FAILURE!!
ThreatAwakens: ::He stepped around her again, not even looking at her anymore.::
ThreatAwakens: He was nothing...
Akari Chapelo: Even throughout all the time I knew the Gunslinger Prince, there never presented a moment where he did not puzzle me. He was severely misunderstood, though true to his actual self. ::Her eyes followed his circling of her. She began feeling like a dying dear, being surrounded by a vulture.. Though her strength was beyond what he could have believe in any kindred of vampire. Perhaps not as strong as Akasha or the true mothers and fathers, though surely more powerful than what stood here.. So she suspected, anyway. A brief growl formed in the depths of her throat. A predatory gaze now glowering in those eyes. She hadn't enjoyed being sniffed over. Nor did she find his comments relating to sexual matters entertaining. Her fist twitched. She nearly struck back to nail him in the face as he lurked over her, though was deprived of that chance as he continued moving.. The bastard.:: Blade was more of a human than any I've met in the past. Comic relief, if you will. Though from what I see here, you're only another has-been or wannabe. ::For lack of a better term, she sighed after repeating that. Oh, Akari.. We can't always use an advanced vocabulary..:: And as for Blade's girlfriend..?
ThreatAwakens: Ohhhhh..... I'll get to her... ::He whipped around to look at her with that sick grin still there.:: ...and let me tell you... ::He was close enough to whisper:: ...She's gonna love it....
ThreatAwakens: Every... ::His eyes were on her neck:: ...Orgasmic.... ::He was looking at her chest now:: ..second....
Akari Chapelo: Oh, I'm sure. ::Her voice dripped with sarcasm. As much as she despised his gawking, that temper was controlled. Worse had happened. Even so. She hadn't ever particularily liked Jade, for a human she wasn't all too annoying. Caring for mortals wasn't Akari's 'style'. She examined his eyes. None too common. That usual kindling green glance was not present any more. If there had been anything she found attractive about Blade, ever, it was his eyes. Snarling now, that lush upper lip curled upwards, the tips of each evil little fang pressed into the fleshy buttom area of her lip.:: You won't gain anything.
ThreatAwakens: ::WHAT!? His eyes darted up from her bosom and to her eyes. Any human would shit his/her self from the glance he was giving:: ...Well aside from some mindblowing sex... your probably right. ::The sentence was spoken very quickly::
ThreatAwakens: ...so maybe I ought to kill her too....
ThreatAwakens: Blade won't mind... he'll be dead by then.
ThreatAwakens: Even if he wasn't a popsicle he still would be powerless....
ThreatAwakens: Even the nerd is more capable then him.
ThreatAwakens: ::He paused to think.:: ...well.... ::another pause and then a smile:: ...not really.
ThreatAwakens: Kinkaid might be able to bruise me... but that guy is dumb as a stump.... can't you see him searching for a sandwich or something and then accidentally stepping in a bear trap?
ThreatAwakens: ::The visualization of it made him smile more 'Man I gotta try that'::
Akari Chapelo: And where might be the imfamous gunslinger? In his popcicle like state? ::Curiousness was drifting through her mind. If only Blade were here. Though in previous conversations she did recall his explaining... Unique, psychotic power that Threat had possessed. She wasn't at all aware of his being Threat until just then. Her eyes opened a little more than they had already been. A silent surprise. She almost laughed at his joke refering to Kinkaid. Indeed, the boy was rather... off set. How many times had he died now? Those days ressurrections were awfully annoying. She turned. A quick, though positive movement. Only to face him so that he no longer lingered at her side. He was indeed taller than her.. Possibly eight to ten inches taller. Forcing her to tilt her head a little backwards.. Just to keep in unison with his gaze. They were hardly a feet apart now, dangerously close::
ThreatAwakens: Well from what I remember... There is cryo-tubes on... ::silent thought:: ...deck... 3 ::He looked up to think:: ...of the Antioch 3... and if I were in a coma, that's where I'd want to be.
ThreatAwakens: I never found that force feeding and shitting myself too appealing...
ThreatAwakens: ::Or maybe he did::
Akari Chapelo: [XD]
Akari Chapelo: Mm.. I see. ::Of course there had been a light smirk curving at those lush lips. Fangs no longer bared. Her inevitable ability in regards to not comprehending the meaning of facial expressions was interesting. Not to mention she was incapable of 'shitting herself'. His glaring had seemed to cease. Steadily, she stepped backwards, finding herself a few inches away from a wooden chair just behind her. The closeness was unsettling. Akari needed her personal space.:: You're willingly telling me the where abouts of Blade? ::It wasn't as though she'd been about to turn into some sort of rescue crew, though if given the time and chance to board the Antioch 3, she could surely break Blade out from the cryo tube... And possibly thaw him.:: You've got to be joking.
ThreatAwakens: Why the fuck do I care about the no tallent ass clown? ::He shrugged and looked up in a drug induced movement, it inability to contol one's muscles or perhaps one letting themself enjoy a good high.:: ...you could serve him on Rye wiht mustad and mayo for all I care... ::He thought to himself 'I'll have to try that too':: ...faster he dies, the faster I know I get to stay here...
ThreatAwakens: ((My name is Kevin and I type poorly))
ThreatAwakens: (("Hi Kevin"))
ThreatAwakens: But I guess Jade and that dorky guy are guarding him...
ThreatAwakens: Not that I wouldn't mind killing them... but I thought i'd enjoy myself first.
Akari Chapelo: You'd enjoy yourself by having your way with a few females and killing them afterwards? Is that all you hope to accomplish? ::She began looking him over, though never did she spend too long looking at one particular area of his body. Always, she returned to his eyes. Her tone was demanding, resonant and lecturing. Akari didn't appreciate insipid babbling. Nor did she have the time for it.:: What am I here for, Threat? ::Her voice stung cruelly, quickly were the words spoken. Impatient.::
Akari Chapelo: ::It had been indeed the first time she'd said his name to him. In the past she had only mumbled it to Blade. It was little shocking, as she had hardly ever refered to a form so familiar as something other than Blade. Threat.. It was fitting. And seemed to be all that he was. An empty threat.::
ThreatAwakens: ::He smiled:: ...well... I crushed you once... thought I'd do it again... ::He raised the MP-5 and casually aimed it at her face::
ThreatAwakens: ::Not empty in the least...::
Akari Chapelo: [I just asked for it, didn't I? :P]
ThreatAwakens: ((It's true))
ThreatAwakens: ((It's true))
Akari Chapelo: [Oh, hush, Kurt Angle.]
ThreatAwakens: ((Hey, he's cool as fuck))
ThreatAwakens: ::He thumbed the safety casually to full auto and with that and a cold grin he jerked the trigger back, and the gun pounded off a series of rounds, too fast to count, careening toward the girl::
Akari Chapelo: ::She suddenly found herself staring into the barrel of an MP-5. Lovely. Akari reached forward, that immortal speed never present, though. With utter haste, she took a commanding hold of the barrel and adverted it towards the bar. Bullets shattering glasses of alcohol everywhere:: Are you trying to kill me or something along those lines? ::She smirked. Having sabotaged this. The bullets however, did ricochet off a metal beam... Straight into the left side of her lower back. She couldn't always come out clean in such a prediciment..::
ThreatAwakens: ::She was holding onto him, good. With the other hand, his right, he swung the Devil Blade scythe toward her left flank, still smiling that fake salesman's smile::
ThreatAwakens: ::The bullet's can impact weakly where they will, they weren't important, it'd have just been nicer if they hit, they moved faster than Threat though, he wasn't worried about then hitting his scythe.::
Akari Chapelo: ::Akari let out a groan.. a low exhale as the bullets penetrated her flesh.. Minutes later the wounds would close.. Though that stinging sensation would remain for atleast a week..:: Well...fuck me.. ::A glowering stare was presented..And there came another... Through the mist of pain that shot through her, it was aggitating enough that metal had been imbedded into her back.. Though nevertheless, baring her teeth fully, Akari lunged upwards with a sharp push to the gun she'd held. The Scythe barely missed her, as she'd needed to leap so high::
Akari Chapelo: [I think... that her pushing and force.. would bring him down slightly.]
ThreatAwakens: ((Agreed))
Akari Chapelo: [Eh... Akari suspended in the air.. ::Stares at her character's figure..::]
ThreatAwakens: ::His arms were forced down a bit as he followed through with the scythe, still moving casually. The game had only just begun.::
Akari Chapelo: ::Though where to go..? Leaping upwards to avoid the scythe, Akari lunged not only up, but forwards slightly. Her knees had presented themself at his head level. Convenient. While thinking quickly, she coiled her legs around his neck, squeezing tightly, and.. sorry to say, forcing his face into her lower stomach and or crotch region. Her weight hadn't been much, though controlled properly, it might have knocked him backwards, also covering his line of vision with her torso there..::
Akari Chapelo: [x.x; That's where his head would end up. Stupid thinking.]
Akari Chapelo: [::Blink:: Forward or backwards. Either way, they're on the floor. n.n;]
ThreatAwakens: ::Blade would have fallen, not utilizing any of the knowlage of weight distribution or tension and release he knew. Threat was far smarter and stilld totally straight up, it seemed impossible, but it really wasn't not for anybody this sickenlingly educated. He instead curled back his lips, and almost Jud Nelson like... he drove mouth first into her crotch. With this they both fell forward.::
ThreatAwakens: ((stilld would be stood))
ThreatAwakens: ::He let the gun go, it didn't matter, but the scythe did, he was holding that as it hit the floor, still in his grip::
Akari Chapelo: ::The pain of teeth driving into her made Akari let out a screech that was beyond all human physics, loud enough to shatter an normal human's ear drums. She recoiled from the impact as her back and head slammed into the ground. Leaving him on his stomach. She sprung to her feet. Boots slamming against the floorboards, that Angelblade would have been drawn, though only proved to be in her way. A quick, powerful, ever accurate kick to his head was given before he could stand on his own two feet again. The impact was mainly focused on the side of his head. Concusion much?:: Bad... boy... ::She growled.. baring those fangs as kicked him.. It certainly was not a good idea to anger her. Not Akari. Not now.::
ThreatAwakens: ::The kick would have hit.... anybody... it should have....but she hit only a cloud of bats... little black vampire bats, and the congregated into his shape about 3 feet back from her, staring at her, that grin still on his face.::
ThreatAwakens: If it's any consolation... I was going to use my tongue, but when we hit the floor... I sort of hit it... ::He calculate his words, looking up and chosing them carefully:: ...and... you.
Akari Chapelo: [This is the part where I read it over and then exclaim: "What the fuck?"]
ThreatAwakens: ((calculated even))
ThreatAwakens: ::He saw the scythe on the floor in front of her and reached out to it. It floated from the floor to his right hand and when it hit it spun around it, it was tough to tell if the threat or the scythe was doing it.::
ThreatAwakens: ::Then it stopped and he heald it back in a very martial arts style stance, feet spaced a foot or so apart and left hand finding the frontmost handle of the scythe::
Akari Chapelo: ::Indeed, there seemed to lack something solid to recieve her kick. Though instead.. Wretched little animals that always seemed to stereotype her kind. She stood straight, staring at him as he had reformed. Almost as if she had been in an utter comatose state. Nearly awestruck. Though nevertheless. It hadn't impressed the vampire. She contemplated drawing a revolver.. This would surely fail to do anything. The scythe seemed to be the only thing in her way.. The gun, which laid at her feet, she swiftly kicked aside, clear across the room. While doing so, hoping it too would not turn into a mass of scattering little bats...:: Is that it? You bite my crotch and by some damned luck.. embed a few bullets into my back. Bring it, Threat... You're only wasting your time. Stubborn little meal..
ThreatAwakens: 10 courses baby... ::He pranced forward, the scythe in hand, in the hand that was meant to hold it.:: ...I could feed a nation.
ThreatAwakens: Can't measure it in courses....
ThreatAwakens: You didn't taste bad either.
ThreatAwakens: ::He swung the blade with astonishing force at her , blunt edge first to her right arm:: ...The wors will like you!!
ThreatAwakens: ((Worms eve
ThreatAwakens: n))
ThreatAwakens: ((gawd...))
Akari Chapelo: ::She couldn't recall fighting him previously, though there was something about his movements and method of speach that was all too familiar. Once again, she found metal charging towards her, though in a direct reflex, a strong wooden chair was grabbed and planted before her. The scythe tearing into it, instead of her arm. Fragments and shards of the chair flew about.:: Worms, my ass. ::She noted his lack of memory regarding the death of any vampire.. Though at times there had been cases of vampires assuming transparent, glass like states, serving as their death or immobile form, though in most cases they had deteriorated into dust. She ducked as she placed the chair in front of her, bringing her near his feet, and in doing so, while the wood flew and hopefully distracted, she placed her palm aside the floor and delivered another kick to his legs. Knocking him off his feet?::
ThreatAwakens: ::He dug the scythe into the wall, the sweep wasn't the most predictable attack but it had crossed his mind. Just not enough for him to consoddor countering it. Intentionally anyway. The force of the kick plowed into his shins and he balanced it out into a forward flip, using his scythe as a center of balance, he swung his body over it and with some luck or maybe some skill his feet would find her face.::
ThreatAwakens: ::The pieces of the chair parted to his form::
Akari Chapelo: ::That nose seemed to turn and scrunch upwards as she let a deep, irrated growl escape from the maw. Coiling into a ball, Akari somer-saulted a little away from him, feet length. Promptly standing, she turned around and attempted a lunge towards his general lower torso area, so that the scythe was incapable of touching her. She drove him into the wall, her speed having been lightning fast, for lack of a better term. Her head and shoulders plowing into the softer area of his torso. The area in which the stomach and intestines were generally located..::
ThreatAwakens: ::She'd realize that he bled on her eventually, but she didn't need to know yet. Some of that precious blood choked up out of his mouth and ran dribbling down his round chin. He was laughing before he could realize that there was pain, a laugh that was so antagonistic, cold and hollow, yet so sportingly joking.:: Heh heh hah... heh heh!! ::The sound of his back into the wall may have been the only startling thing, as the old dry wooden boards gave and the two came through it into the little empty space between the house and the woods.::
Akari Chapelo: ::As the bitter drops of blood dripped over her face, it seemed to smear across her cheeks.. She would have loved it... if she had time to notice. A grinning fool.. Akari stressed to remove that scythe from him. White claws [fingernails] grazed his cheek as they stood. Him implanted halfway through the wall and her, with her stomach against his. She was pressing him against it. Any more force and the wall might have caved in. His arms were assumed to be occupied, and she was indeed too close for him to do much with the scythe anyway.:: I'm glad you're liking this as much as I am, Threat.. ::She grinned. A lilting little tune came as she began singing some indirect little song, perhaps made up over time. Her left hand was pressing against his chest, while as stated before, her right... baring claws against his cheek::
ThreatAwakens: Go right ahread and kill me Akari.... see if you can. And let's just see if Blade wont die when I do...
ThreatAwakens: I'm curious about that.
Akari Chapelo: [I would really like for him to turn into the bats again.]
ThreatAwakens: ::He didn't look uncomfortable at all, in fact, he didn't mind having her on top of him at all, perhaps under other circumstances....::
ThreatAwakens: ::He was hardly able to contain himself, spitting up his own blood all over his face::
Akari Chapelo: You'll be spared... unfortunately, I refuse to be held responsible for Blade's death over my despising you. ::She regained posture, leaning in to sniff him, mockingly, as he had done to her. The scent of his blood was ever so tempting, though her bloodlust would contain itself until there was a sure fire way she could seperate the two of them.. Blade and Threat. ..Oh Blade, why the fuck did you have to be connected to this... fuck. She sneered at him, her song continued as a hand rose slowly to remove his scythe from his grasp..::
ThreatAwakens: ::And he smiled only wider when he spat a mouthful of his own sick blood all over her.::
Akari Chapelo: ::Thick, crimson liquid cascaded over her face. The brawl had ruined her frock coat, and torn her dress. The slits at each hip had torn even more so upwards. It could have been an extended loin cloth in this mangled appearance. Hair mussed up, though strangely in its tangled mess, remained pleasant in comparison to the rest of her.. Bullet wounds had closed, though the seething pain of the bullets themselves were still felt, somewhat ignored:: Don't tempt me.. It seems as though, if I were some deranged individual here, I would have the upper hand. Though raping you doesn't sound too appealing. ::She offered a grin, blood dripping past her lips.. his own blood over her fangs::
ThreatAwakens: Ow... my ego.... ::He was kidding... mostly.... then again, how many people really want to be raped?::
ThreatAwakens: ::The remark was what drove him to swing at her, the punch was calculated so well and it was tough to determine where this speed and strength was comming from, but it was all aimed at her jaw. Not that he wanted her off of him, but he needed to get drugs now.::
Akari Chapelo: ::The punch connected with her jaw.. quite thoroughly. Each knuckle was felt in the impact. She let out a soft noise, not having expected the punch. Staggering backwards, only enough for him to slip out of the wall, she remained on her feet. Though gently rocking back and forth on her heels, Akari stopped only to stare at him.. Tonight he hadn't accomplished much, though what about the next? It would only take a few days for him to recover... If not less. She stood thinking a moment. Could she kill him and get away with sparing Blade's life? This was a risk she wasn't about to take::
ThreatAwakens: ::He wasn't thinking, he was on his feet and twisted off of them into the air, kicking at her jaw with grace that even Threat had though the gunslinger's body incapabe of, and power... like a fucking shotgun blast. The heels of the right size 13 biker boot was shreaking like a fuckin spitfire at her face.::
Akari Chapelo: ::The impact and force of his kick.. sent Akari flying backwards, straight into the rocking chair Threat had previously sat in when she first entered the tavern. She was not giving up. Though taking it easy a moment... She could have very well killed him right there, though for the sake of Blade's life.. She would contain her drive and impulse to tear him to pieces. A low growl was heard once the rocking chair had completely flipped over backwards. She had flown into it that hard, yes. Though right by her head was a brown bag type thing.. Ah yes, his 'drug pouch.' She leaded her head over and spat into it. Then allowing her head to loll over, cheek pressed against the boards..::
ThreatAwakens: Alright honey.... ::The .45 longslide that he'd had tucked into the back of his pants came surprisingly out, just now, into his left hand and then became aimed at the mass of Vampyre on the floor, he'd loaded the explosive rounds, those nasty government issue things, the ones he had about a case of. Silver didn't work, crosses didn't work, garlic didn't work. Fire did.::
ThreatAwakens: ::He fired a round into her side, the one closest to him::
ThreatAwakens: ::At rather::
ThreatAwakens: ::If it hit it'd maybe blow off a few ribs, do a number on her insides, expose some internals. Nothing pleasurabe for a vampyre under any circumstances::
Akari Chapelo: ::Booted feet weaved between the finely carved spokes of the rocking chair, and with a swift little lunge, she had sprung it upwards, the entire rocking chair, yes, and sent it flying at him as he fired at her. She was by far too old to die of just fire. As described, the sun would kill her instantly..and as for the time, well, she had limited hours until the sun rose again. If it wasn't mistaken, these explosive began setting off their fireworks as a gigantic show, though Akari being the difficult one that she was, rolled simultaneously, avoiding each explosive, one after the other. And finally into a wall... How many weapons did this guy carry?!::
ThreatAwakens: ::Alot::
ThreatAwakens: ::He's branched from the gunslinger::
Akari Chapelo: [ x.x;]
Akari Chapelo: ["::And then Akari came to find out, that removed of all his weapons, Threat weighed 86 pounds::"]
ThreatAwakens: ::He let the gun loose in his grip, safety on and hanging by the trigger guard as he grinned, shouting out:: WOOH!!... this is a fuckin' show!!
ThreatAwakens: ::He looked back around the room, and kind of nodding::
ThreatAwakens: ::he looked back at the vamp girl, still grinning::
ThreatAwakens: Well.... your hard to kill girl!
ThreatAwakens: So....
Akari Chapelo: ::She dashed at him. Vampiric speed enabling her to appear at his front within minor seconds. What a perfect little horror she looked.. Blood encrusted skin and peering onyx eyes. A right palm rose up and attached itself around his neck, mid-sentence of his speach::
ThreatAwakens: ::He was lifted up only momentrilyn, then came a realization that he'd matched her speed almost flawlessly, her hand was heald away by his forearm that wasn't budgeing, still smiling, slmost laughing::
Akari Chapelo: So... what? ::Her voice was harsh as she impatiently waited for an answer. Angrily, Akari shoved him against a table using her other hand, perhaps down against it so that he lay on his back? Though of course her arm would be held by him, setting her off foot.. Though it would be worth it. Fangs bared completely as she spoke. A mild hiss to each sharply pronounced consonant.::
ThreatAwakens: So this! ::He spun around and heald her arm still with his other hand, now with his back up agaist her cheat and with as much speed as he could dare even push this body to produce he threw a full fledged sidegun pistolwhip to her face with the .45 that was still in his left hand.::
ThreatAwakens: ((cheat would be chest))
Akari Chapelo: ::Her face contorted drastically into a fierce wince as the he pistolwhipped her. That was the last draw. Whether Blade die or not, Akari refused to be played with like this. She mumbled under her breath as a thin stream of blood shot from her mouth onto the floor.:: Forgive me, Blade... ::Withdrawing the Angelblade, Akari's expression became anything besides angry. Nearly insane. Those eyes staring past his form. Through him as though he'd only been a mass of air. And between his breaths, she slashed forward with the side end of the four foot blade. Her hand coiled around the quillion firmly. Having this hit him, it would most probably slice open his stomach or rupture a rib or two, depending if he stirred beneath the impact or not. Her speed in slashing was awesome. The blade had appeared to strike out and across within half the time it took to blink and eye..::
ThreatAwakens: ::But had he been planing this too? The Devil Blade, and gow knows how, was back in his grasp, and the only way for this to have worked is for him to have stepped over and picked it up. The grim reality was the he indeed had, in the process discarding the handgun but stepping back to throw the blade into the Angelblade's way, and as the two met, black sparks exploded into the air. Distortion like that in the air above a flame surrounded the two as The sick man locked the weapons with eachother, and with that filled the ears a sound of anti-matter, reality buckling.::
ThreatAwakens: ::Allfaster than she could detect.::
ThreatAwakens: ((gow is god))
ThreatAwakens: Did you know that we.... you and I... ::He was struggling to keep his speech stright while still keeping the weapon locked:: ...are about to shatter reality...
ThreatAwakens: ???
ThreatAwakens: ::He was glaring into her face like a predator::
Akari Chapelo: Reality is anything but real. You and I... We are only puppets to a force.. A demon that controls from the past. Products of our own hate. The things we despise control us, whether we like it or not... ::She rather enjoyed his lgaring, staring into his eyes with a rekindled desire to allow him to live. She had little control over what he wanted to think, though two options played across her mind. To kill and satisfy her hungering... Or to be a savior and spare Blade the agony he may and may not go through. Her tone seemed emotionless. Almost a whisper as the debris of wood and sheetrock feel around them. The tavern was destroyed.. and all in a matter of a few hours. A predatory gaze was not returned. He knew what she felt.::
Akari Chapelo: [Glaring* fell*]
ThreatAwakens: ::There was a rift, silvery like chrome forming around the place where the two weapons touched:: ...and I mean quite literally that we are making a black hole right here and now... hold your weapon there a little longer and you'll see.
ThreatAwakens: Didn't you know that you can't keep 2 polar oposites in one place without the shit hitting the fan? ::He was still making an effort to hold his weapon in place::
ThreatAwakens: Perhaps you'd like to give me the Angelblade so I can make this quantum singularity myself?
Akari Chapelo: ::Demon versus Angel... This was all too typical. Not now. Not here would she be destroyed. Slowly, she lowered the blade... almost sliding it across his sword... Though something struck her. She compressed the force and exerted it full force against it, past the blade, and driving it into his arm so that the hilt of her sword pressed against the blade and her hand sliced open against it as well..:: If there's a hell... I'll see you there.
ThreatAwakens: ::The bats exploded from his form far faster than she drove the blade into him, he'd figured she'd do something like that. The scythe seemed to burst into flames but it was most likely a teleportation spell of some kind. The earlier said rift dissipated and the bat's flew out of everything that way open until the house was empty.::
ThreatAwakens: ::The voice rang clear:: ...fuck that... I got kids to rape.
ThreatAwakens: ::And his prescence was gone.::
Akari Chapelo: [>/]
ThreatAwakens: ::Empty room, unused drugs::
ThreatAwakens: ((You'll get your chance))
ThreatAwakens: ::He'd be back for the drugs.... probably))
Akari Chapelo: [ >( ]
ThreatAwakens: ehrm... I mean::