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Post by wednesday on Apr 24, 2008 15:23:52 GMT -5
"What's it to you?" She asked and titled her head slightly.
"But if you must know..I'm Wednesday"
She could feel that he wasn't to happy about her being there.
She smirked and thought why it would be.
'Why are you like that? Are you just like anyone else?' She thought and looked him straight in the eyes.
Her eyes were staring at him with an empty look.
She rarely showed any emotion in her eyes and most would say it was like looking into nothing. Just nothing.
She didn't want people to think they knew what she was up to. At any point.
She turned her head a bit and looked at the wolf.
"But what is a vampire like you doing with a wolf?" She asked.
She looked back at the vampire waiting impatiently for a reply.
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Post by aszura on Apr 24, 2008 16:10:48 GMT -5
A laugh that he could not suppress escaped his lips as he looked at the woman, it was a contradicting sound, warm even, or so he had been told, when the rest of him looked so cold (with the exception of when he fed of course). He was unsure exactly what provoked him to laugh, her haughty attitude or her question, but he had, “No offense, Little Missy.” He said shaking his head before his face took on its cool demeanor once more.
Holding up his hand he touched his chest and bowed slightly a thin smile playing at his lips, her presence may be aggravating, but it was proper that he showed her courtesy, “I am Mikhail Engel. And to answer your question,” he paused, she was obviously not in the mood for slow responses, but he acted oblivious taking his time to continue, enjoying her impatience, “Migail and I are simply having a chat.” He said it as if he and the wolf had been long time acquaintances and friends, and his eyes sparkled with practiced sincerity, “Isn’t that right?” He tilted his head back to Migail who was still leaning against the wall, silent.
In truth he was not sure why he was talking to the creature, it was not common for him to associate with anyone other than the instrumentalists he associated with back at the opera house, and even then that was only for rehearsals and performances, or when he was needed to discuss one of his compositions with the director. However he always became a bit more talkative after he fed, he supposed it was because he had blood going to his heart and brain. He wanted to smile, did those kind of things actually affect his kind, or was it just a deranged metaphor (and not a very good one at that) that one of the flute players had made after reading Interview With A Vampire. He was not sure where she had gotten the question from, or what its particular purposes were, but he supposed one of the characters must have loosened up after feeding. He personally had never read that particular piece of fiction so he had just nodded and returned to conducting the rehearsal.
The only reason he was even out now was because the Opera house had been too stuffy and warm, even for his liking, and he was fed up with listening to pompous musicians fawn over themselves, that and he needed to feed, conversing with Migail had been an unexpected turn to his evening as he returned to his hotel. But he wasn’t going to tell this Wednesday all that, at that he did smile.
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Post by wednesday on Apr 25, 2008 3:37:24 GMT -5
"Fair 'nuff" She said and crossed her arms.
She then turned her head to the wolf.
"Shouldn't you be laying somewhere chewing on a bone or something?" She asked.
She had never liked werewolfs and was never gonna.
She had once met one who she didn't like at all so now she had devolped a strong hatrid to them.
For her they were just dogs. Nothing more, nothing less.
She remembered what she was like when she met the wolf. She had only been a vampire for a very short time and was rather confused. She had no idea he was a wolf when she met him. But then he suddenly just transformed in a second and it had scared her so much she swore never to let a wolf get that close to her again.
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Post by darkinuangel on Apr 25, 2008 10:21:44 GMT -5
It must have been all smells of the night that had blocked most of his inhibitors, leaving his anger quick, and ready to rise. A growl trembled from deep inside his chest and crawled up and out of his throat.
Snarling he felt his bones begin to shift into his naturally hidden canine form. Megail's teeth extended and sharped as well as his nails that now looked like long black claws. Fur hadn't started to cover his body yet but what hair he did have stood on end. Slightly deformed in mid transformation the werewolf raised his clawed fist but resisted the urge to strike. "You better watch it vampire!" His voice held a beastly quality.
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Post by aszura on Apr 25, 2008 10:57:37 GMT -5
As much as Mikhail would have liked to watch the sure to come confrontation his own welfare would be jeopordized and he could not have that. Taking a step forward he put himself directly between the two, glaring at Wednesday, "If you insist on insulting someone, please, Little Miss, have some tact."
Without waiting for her reply he turned to look at Migail, even if the street seemed deserted the walls had eyes, "Please calm yourself, lest you wish to expose us." Mikhail whispered. With over a century to his name, Mikhail had never witnessed a physical confrontation between dead and beast, but he'd heard of them, and they'd never turned out well, usually one or both dying while the other was permenantly maimed,a nd Mikhail could not claim to be a pacifist, in fact he was prone to violent outbursts, but never against an opponent he was not familiar with, and certainly not in the open in one of the busiest cities in the Americas.
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Post by wednesday on Apr 25, 2008 19:01:55 GMT -5
She looked at the vampire "what are you? my mum?" She asked and rolled her eyes.
"Anyways..Have fun you two...This is just wasting my time" She said and turned around and walked off.
She didn't wanna stay with that arrogant vampire and the wolf.
She had been a bit freaked out when the guy started turning into a wolf.
She walking quickly down the street and turned the first corner and disapeared into the night.
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Post by angelsfall on Apr 29, 2008 6:31:07 GMT -5
Juliet felt restless and just felt as if she needed someone to talk to or something. She didn't even care who she talked to.
She started walking down the street not really watching where she was going. Her blond hair fell across her bare shoulders, her icy blue eyes were looking only at her short white dress that came up just a little past her knee.
Finally she looked up just in time to see a vampiress turn around a corner. She looked down the street and frooze for a minute.
With a quick look around the area she walked forward, unsure if she should just leave but she so needed something to do. As she looked at them she begain to wonder if they would fight...
She hoped not. She really disliked fighting.
Juliet stopped far enough away so she wouldn't be in the way if there was a fight but close enough so they could easily see her and know she wasn't trying to hid from them.
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Post by darkinuangel on Apr 29, 2008 12:00:30 GMT -5
Calming himself with deep raged breaths Megail let his anger subside. Chasing after her would be pointless and waist of time. Fighting isn’t what he came to New Orleans for. Not only that but the people of New Orleans were probably used to vampires by now, werewolves however, were a whole different category.
As quickly as the sent of death walked away another approached, he swiveled his gaze at her, analyzing her posture. It didn’t look like she meant to pounce but you could never be so sure. Megail tensed himself suddenly, causing his bones to pop back into proper place. It hurt being in mid transition. As if by some magic his features returned back to their normal state. “I apologize Mikhail, everything that had happed was a bit over whelming, and it looks like we have more company.”
Maybe Megail should just leave, why would the vampire trouble himself to helping Megail anyway if he told him what he was searching for? Only time could tell though, he’d wait it out here longer as long as certain events didn’t repeat themselves.
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Post by aszura on Apr 29, 2008 21:10:01 GMT -5
At Megail's words Mikhail turned his head curiously to the right, it appeared that they did indeed have more company. Pulling back slightly he looked at the newcomer for a few moments before smiling slightly and bowing, "Evening Miss."
She was another vampire to stalk to streets of New Orleans, it was curious that yet another should show themselves though, especially with the obvious tensions that had been aroused just moments before. Standing from his greeting he smiled sweetly, though the trained eye would be able to see it as a farse, he found he had grown fairly skilled at hollow greetings and feigned pleasantries over the century, "A surprise. . . and a pleasure." he said still smiling to her, "I am Mikhail Engel. And this is," he looked briefly at the newly reformed werewolf, "Megail."
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Post by angelsfall on Apr 30, 2008 8:37:23 GMT -5
Juliet smiled sweetly and walked a little closer to them then nodded her head slightly "It is a pleasure to meet you both. I am Juliet Laramie and I hope i'm not interrupting anything I would hate to intrude." She looked over at Megail for a moment glad to that he was reformed back to his human form.
Then her eyes quickly went back to Mikhail as she held back a laugh "You make me feel royal again Mikhail with you bowing to me like that. I must say no one has down that in some time, most man have seemed to lose all respect for women. I'm glad that a few gentlemen are still around." She watched them closily, though she was perfectly relaxed and calm but still she had every right to be careful around the these two.
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Post by aszura on May 1, 2008 10:32:53 GMT -5
Inwardly he grimaced, outwardly he smiled charmingly, revealing pearly teeth, his sharpened incisors showing, "No worries miss, you are not intruding, and I am honored by your compliment. I do admit that I am a bit old fashioned. . ." he cut it there. It was true.
The smile remained emplaced softly on his face, hopefully she didn't know anything about him, or she would know exactly how unnaturally curteous he was being. A strike of adrenaline shot through him as he considered his company, and it only made his grin grow slightly. If only the humans knew, it was a laughable situation. He looked back at Migail curiously, silenting inquiring if the wolf was going to introduce himself.
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Post by darkinuangel on May 7, 2008 10:31:56 GMT -5
Megail nodded but he did not hold out his hand. "I'm Megail, Megail Dublum." It wasn't that he didn't want to be polite he was just being cautious. He wouldn’t touch anyone if he could avoid it until at least ten minuets after shifting into wolf form. His skin was just too hot and reactive. The slightest thing might cause him to set off if he wasn’t careful.
Just how many more vampires were lurking about? He hadn’t smelt this one out at first because the smells of death were already clogging his nose. For a moment he felt as if coming here was a terrible mistake but maybe he could ‘make friendly’ with these blood suckers. “Alright..” He said, rocking onto his toes. “I’m going to be straight forward now with you both.” Megail turned his eyes to Mikhail. “To answer your previous question Mikhail, I am looking for a treatment to rid me of my affliction and I need help finding it.”
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Post by angelsfall on May 7, 2008 21:01:17 GMT -5
Juliet smiled coyly but it didn't really touch her eyes "There is nothing wrong with being old fashioned. In fact I myself find it very difficult to let go of some of my many habits of the past." She could feel something off about him. Not in a way she might feel a threat but more like he was hidding something. Maybe he was putting on an act. She couldn't be sure because until only a few moments ago she had no clue who he even was. She new nothing about him but his name.
Her gaze quickly shifted to Megail as he noticed him nod. She also noticed how cautious he was being, but that was for the best for she had no desire to fight. She had seen many fight between wolf and vampire. None ever ended well for either side.
Her eyes widend when Megail's words came to her. A treatment? That was interesting news. She put her emotions back into check and looked over at Mikhail then back to the wolf. She smiled and to thoughs who knew her they would say it to be a smile filled with knowledge and secrets.
"I know a vampire who says he's working on a treatment for our kin...maybe he might be able to help you find what your looking for." She paused as she thought about the vampire she had only met once. She should talk to Ian to find out more about the treatment his friend was working on. "However," she went one after a moment of thought, "I'm not sure how well he takes to..your kind. I've only met him once." She had to stop herself before she gave to much away. Ian would surely kill her if she so freely gave away information that would lead this wolf to his door in London.
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Post by aszura on May 8, 2008 10:35:19 GMT -5
'Hmm?' She had his full attention, 'That's interesting.' A vampire who was in search of a remedy, that was about as odd as a Vampire trying to disprove the existance of their kind through scientifiic . . . suggestion? He shook his head and grinned at the memory. That had truly been an odd article.
"How odd," he finally whispered head bowed slightly as he looked to his side down at the sidewalk, "why in the world would you wish to give such up such a gift?" It was impossible to tell if he was talking to himself or to Megail.
Lifting his head he returned his full attention in front of him and allowed his smile to fade while he watched the two before him expressionless. Almost as if to add a dramatic undertone to a situation that didn't call for it a low wind blew at them before fading, engulfing him in the scent of gasoline and sea food. 'Ugh, terrible. . .'
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Post by darkinuangel on May 12, 2008 1:13:56 GMT -5
The words that flowed from her lips were soem of the most exciteing he had heard in a very long time, the only problem was, that it was so far away. He would go at any lenghts to find a cure but the only problem was money and a passport. Megail had a lead localy so what if he only to find his hopes shot down when the answer was right in this town? He flashed a small smile at her, trying hishardest to hide his still sharp teeth. " I will most definatly try to look into it." It was strange to be 'fang' shy around vampires, but it wasn't as if being around vampires was a normal thing anyway.
Mikhail's question unnerved him a little, why wouldn't you is what he should be asking. 'I wan't to be human again.. I don't want blood to make my heart race and my mouth water. I want to be able to love without having to hide who I am..'
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