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Post by murazar on Mar 23, 2010 15:48:36 GMT -7
Murazar rolled the windows up as soon as squall got in and sat down. He didn't bother with his seatbelt, even if he put it up and a head-on collision or something like that happened he would die from that anyway. Well so long as he kept to the speed limit.
He spoke after thinking for a moment, "Werewolves are fairly hard to spot. The only things you really have to know is, rule one. When in human form they are as strong as in human limits. It takes ten to twenty minutes for them to shift. If they do that and you don't have a gun or some really good escape such as my company. Your as good as dead."
He ran a red light without bothering to stop, no one was a around here so the lights here didn't even matter. Rule two, they only eat meat. Raw meat. Vampire meat or vampire anything will kill them. If one bites you statistically speaking you have a forty-three percent chance of surviving the change. Theres only one problem with that."
He swerved for a moment to avoid a drunk driving in the wrong lane. It didn't even phase him or he just didn't react at all to the near fatal crash they would have had. He was almost instantly back in control and stopping at a red light. "The exception. Is that no werewolf bitten, is younger than eightteen or older than twenty-five. At least in appearances. Born werewolves are from birth to thirty-five at most. In other words no old looking ones."
He stopped at another red light with some idiot wanting to race he ignored him. "Lastly, a fit werewolf. Mind you they have to excercise regularly and eat healthy is two times more powerful physically than a average werewolf. Lucky for you a fit vampire, me in other words is three times stronger than a average werewolf. In other words there is no human or werewolf that compares with me in terms of physical power. Other vampires that focus on bodybuilding may be stronger than me. But thats where skill comes in." He flashed a lethal looking grin coupled with the fangs mean't literally the kid in the alley would have had no chance even if he had a gun back there.
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Post by Squall Miyazaki on Mar 24, 2010 16:17:12 GMT -7
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"Werewolves are fairly hard to spot. The only things you really have to know is, rule one. When in human form they are as strong as in human limits. It takes ten to twenty minutes for them to shift. If they do that and you don't have a gun or some really good escape such as my company, you’re as good as dead." Fox said as they pulled off. Squall couldn’t stop his heart from jumping into his throat and that prickly feel you get when your adrenaline starts to flow as his boss ran red lights as he talked. Sure there wasn’t anyone around right now but the thought of the possibility of a wreck didn’t sit well with him.
”Rule two, they only eat meat. Raw meat. Vampire meat or vampire anything will kill them. If one bites you statistically speaking you have a forty-three percent chance of surviving the change. There’s only one problem with that." he continued as he swerved to miss a drunk driver on the wrong side of the road. ”That doesn’t sound like very good odds to me,” Squall replied. Forty-three percent? That meant he had less than a 1 to 2 chance of surviving a wolf bite, provided they didn’t maul him to death anyway. Which was a thought that was entirely possible.
"The exception is that no werewolf bitten is younger than eighteen or older than twenty-five. At least in appearances. Born werewolves are from birth to thirty-five at most. In other words, no old looking ones." he added. Did that mean that because Squall was only 17 that he had worse odds of making it through a bite from a werewolf? He wasn’t so sure that he wanted to know the answer to that question.
"Lastly, a fit werewolf - mind you they have to exercise regularly and eat healthy - is two times more powerful physically than an average werewolf. Lucky for you a fit vampire, me in other words is three times stronger than a average werewolf. In other words there is no human or werewolf that compares with me in terms of physical power. Other vampires that focus on bodybuilding may be stronger than me. But that’s where skill comes in." he said finally, flashing a lethal grin that made the kid’s blood turn to ice. ”Good to know, even if I’m not planning on getting into a fight with one anything soon,” Squall replied. ”Or ever for that matter, given the odds. And I’m sure as hell not going to fight with you. I saw what you done to that guy in the alley. No way in hell do I want to end up like that.”
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Post by murazar on Mar 24, 2010 17:18:20 GMT -7
Murazar laughed after he finished he replied with some amusement," Well, to that man. I was being nice, he died nearly instantly. If I have to kill quick I do so, if anyone ever gave me the time and reason to do worse. Well I was trained two hundred years ago by the United States Army as a... Human intelligence collector. Per se."
He was perhaps one of the more lethal and not entirely stable people in the city. Compared to all the regular people who hadn't too many cares in the world. Considering what he had seen, done, and does its surprising he is still as stable as he was. Especially from after that long of a life term.
Although telling the kid all this information was fun, he was only keeping to parts that couldn't either be found out or was bluntly obvious. None of it was worth anything on the market for information brokers. Besides, no one dumb enough would want to sell information about him. He had tracked enough of them down that only the best and most powerful would dare do that.
Although none of them had anything on him worth selling. He passed another red light, a siren came on behind them and he slammed the brake. Turned the car after letting go and sped off into a alleyway barely big enough to support them. After doing so again to turn into a street a little further down the siren vanished.
If your quick enough you can outrace the cops radio, but only if they didn't know where you were headed and what you looked like. The man probably didn't get a clear enough look at the vehicle. Plus the liscense plates would track down to him or the kid anyway. He spoke again. "Any more questions? I can't stress enough that vampires are more dangerous than werewolves. For the simple fact that they don't have to take time to change and are always prepared. If you want i'll give you some military training to beef you up so you can at least kick a homeless person's ass."
The last comment was said with a grin, he was having way too much fun with the scared little kid. To him this was all already experienced and easy to pull off, speeding, drifting, and ridding himself of cops were easy to do.
Murazar was coming upon the apartment complex as he coasted to a stop. He spoke to the kid after he looked at him.
"The room's five-zero-eight. It has a fire escape, a laptop inside, internet paid for, and some rudimentary food and bathroom supplies. You'll have to wash your clothes and wear them tommorrow since I don't stock old safehouses with food. Oh yea, it has a small selection of pistols and a assault rifle in the bedroom closet. Also there is a Glock .40 under the sink in the bathroom. Thats the only pistol thats loaded, the rest of the guns in the closet are hidden in a tool chest, its extendable and locked. "
He paused for telling him more seriously,"The apartment key doubles as the key for the chest. Bullets are seperated by labeled ziplock bags on the bottom four shelves. The two above that are magazines, they have dividers and have a piece of paper to label which gun their for. The guns are the next five above that are the pistols. Their divided and have a pamplet of information on them. Cleaning kits are above that, and the first shelf has the assault rifle. Its a variant off the HK-416 assault rifle series. It's semi to fully automatic."
He breathed for a moment before looking away to check everywhere around him before saying." Your first test is to disassemble, then reassemble all the guns and load them. Combined with that is to find out via the internet where we are and to read the list of things on our site of what you will go through when you show up and sign up officially. I will be present of course." The last was said with a smile, one that showed his fangs. It made him seem even more dangerous that it'd be during the day time. He spoke with a finality for the last time," If you have further questions. Speak now or save your peace until tomorrow."
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Post by Squall Miyazaki on Mar 28, 2010 3:14:21 GMT -7
---------------------------------------------------------------MY SECRET SIDE I KEEP HID UNDER LOCK AND KEY [/color] I keep it caged but I can't control it 'CAUSE IF I LET HIM OUT HE’LL TEAR ME UP, BREAK ME DOWN[/color][/font] ---------------------------------------------------------------[/center]
"Well, to that man. I was being nice, he died nearly instantly. If I have to kill quick I do so, if anyone ever gave me the time and reason to do worse. Well I was trained two hundred years ago by the United States Army as a... Human intelligence collector. Per se." he said. ”Shit, if that was you being nice, I’d hate to see you be mean,” Squall replied. From where he had been standing, that had been a brutal kill even if it was quick. He panicked a bit when he heard the siren behind them. Had they traced the kills to them? Didn’t seem likely given the length of time that had passed.
"Any more questions? I can't stress enough that vampires are more dangerous than werewolves. For the simple fact that they don't have to take time to change and are always prepared. If you want I’ll give you some military training to beef you up so you can at least kick a homeless person's ass." ”I can see where they would be a lot more dangerous than werewolves,” he replied. ”Though I think if I want to keep my neck, I’ll have to take you up on that offer.” The conversation hit a lull as they pulled up at the apartment complex he was to be staying in now.
"The room's five-zero-eight. It has a fire escape, a laptop inside, internet paid for, and some rudimentary food and bathroom supplies. You'll have to wash your clothes and wear them tomorrow since I don't stock old safe houses with food. Oh yea, it has a small selection of pistols and an assault rifle in the bedroom closet. Also there is a Glock .40 under the sink in the bathroom. That’s the only pistol that’s loaded, the rest of the guns in the closet are hidden in a tool chest, it’s extendable and locked." he said. Damn that sounded like a lot of weaponry. Personally, Squall had been trained in bladed weapons and that was only because of his linage. That and his grandfather was an immortal dork when it came to family traditions. But guns were a different story.
”The apartment key doubles as the key for the chest. Bullets are separated by labeled Ziploc bags on the bottom four shelves. The two above that are magazines, they have dividers and have a piece of paper to label which gun they’re for. The guns are the next five above that are the pistols. Their divided and have a pamphlet of information on them. Cleaning kits are above that, and the first shelf has the assault rifle. It’s a variant off the HK-416 assault rifle series. It's semi to fully automatic." Well that answered the question of how he was to get into the chest if need be. Truth be told, the boy had never fired a gun in his life but it didn’t seem that hard to figure out. Make sure it was loaded and pull the trigger right?
"Your first test is to disassemble then reassemble all the guns and load them. Combined with that is to find out via the internet where we are and to read the list of things on our site of what you will go through when you show up and sign up officially. I will be present of course." Squall tensed for a split second. Tests? What the hell? The second test sounded easy enough – just search, find the place and get directions to it. But the first sounded like a daunting task. Not to mention that last bit was said with a smile, one that showed his fangs. It made him seem even more dangerous that it'd be during the day time. He spoke with finality for the last time. "If you have further questions, speak now or save your peace until tomorrow." he said. ”I think that’s it for tonight,” Squall replied. He had enough on his mind with these tasks that he was given. If he thought of anything else, he’d just ask about them tomorrow.
Getting out of the car and going up the stairs, he found the room easily enough. He pulled the key he had been given from his pocket. He’d have to remember to put it on a chain so he wouldn’t lose or forget it. He took a few minutes to take a shower to rid himself of the blood flecks that had been splattered across his face and clothes. It took him a good ten minutes to get the blood stains from the white blonde portions of his hair. He figured he may as well dye it again. No sense in someone recognizing him if he was going to be involved with an organization that wasn’t exactly legal in what it done. Over the water, he heard a ringing noise. He hadn’t remembered to grab his cell and the ipod that was always in his jacket didn’t get calls. Getting out the bath and wrapping up in a nearby towel, he searched around in his jacket pocket for the source of the noise.
Sure enough, there was his cell. He must have forgotten to take it out of his pocket when he had gotten home from school. The number that flashed across the screen was one he knew – his cousin Hide. How was he going to explain this? Texting Hide back, he told him that he was ok and he would explain things later. Oh and to take care of Gojira until he could get him. Sending that text, he had to smile. Imagining Hide trying to take care of Squall’s three year old, six foot long lizard Gojira was funny. That lizard didn’t like anyone except Squall. Of course Hide texted back asking where he was. Not like he was about to tell him and risk getting in trouble with his new boss. Ignoring the text, he pulled his jeans back on and sent to the task of locating the location of the organization. Best to get that out of the way so if it took all night on the disassembly and reassembly of the guns he wouldn’t be shit out of luck in finding the place.
After writing the directions down in the notepad app on his ipod, he set to looking over the pamphlets that had been stored with the guns. Everything was pretty straight forward and with the memory that he had, putting the weapons back together after they had been disassembled would be easier than he’d thought. He’d save the loading of the chambers for last. The entire job took hours and it was well into the night before he was able to call it quits and get some rest.
He allowed himself to sleep past seven in the morning before getting up to wash and dry his clothes before he went to find the organization’s office. Knowing The Fox would be there kind of made him want to show up early rather than wait until later. He’d most likely be inside anyway considering his vampiric state. Putting the key on the long chain he had about his neck and grabbing the things he figured that he’d need – including the Glock that he’d been told about just in case. If he got in trouble this time, he was on his own. Then he left the apartment.
He found the place fairly easy. Once he got there, of course the guard wanted to give him a bit of trouble about seeing the people in charge but eventually he was allowed inside. He took a seat in the lobby to await whoever was to meet him.
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word count 1,280 !
credit FASHION STATEMENT SUICIDE at CAUTION 2.0 !
lyrics skillet – monster !
notes Hope this was worth the wait Mura.
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