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Post by osir on Feb 15, 2009 18:08:06 GMT -5
Back in the place of his birth. His beloved Egypt. Osir was finally home and with great reason, he was out late overlooking the palace that stood tall. Jealous. Indeed he was jealous, and of course he wanted all that glittered with gold to be his. Or really, the whole world. A greedy and power-hungry vampire with a sense of rage that boldly shown through his wildest of smiles.
It was to be his! But why did he not have it now? Standing there, Osir was dressed in his battle armor, with a long and flowing hooded robe drenched over his form. The robe, nearly blending in with the sand was a means for him to be hidden--or at least the warrior part of him to say so. The vampire knew that there weren't too many people in the world today that could actually boast themselves as being "true" warriors--but he could. The sun wasn't out, and that was a good thing for him. Osir rather liked the night over the daylight hours anyways, and with the glowing image of the moon overhead, it was certainly more peaceful.
"Who in their right mind would elect such a worthless person as their leader? I am far more suited for such a role!" Osir bickered with himself as he continued to think of the old days, when the real kings existed. Pharaohs. True leaders! "Hmph. Mortals are worthless anyways. If I were king, then I could make sure these people remained in line!" The elder vampire continued to rant on as the wind picked up, sending sand scurrying past him. Luckily, he still had on that long hooded robe to protect him from the harshness of the desert.
Probably one of the oldest in existence from the vampire kind, Osir had a right to be in a raged sort of temper. He had been through it all, and seen so much to boot it, that he was tired of the same laws that these so called "mortals" brought into the picture. The Egyptian vampire wanted change, and believing that he himself could grant it, he kept his bold nature. "Ignorance. Why, if I was in charge, everything would be different! No doubt in my mind, it would be a change that would fix their ways!" He boasted yet again, keeping close watch on the palace's glowing lights and the guards that seemed to be armed. Guns. Surely that's what they were packing on them! Osir just kept his silence for the moment, and when he sensed the presence of another, he quickly turned to face them. A dead stare. |
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Post by leonardo on Feb 15, 2009 23:05:34 GMT -5
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Leonardo having arived in Eygpt earlier that day stalked his way slowly up the hill that reaked of his kind. Leo wasnt very happy about having to leave Anna-- but this was nesscerry.
Back in Paris after spending the night with Anna, Leonardo picked up the paper left at his door step to read about the great palaces being built and bought in Egypt, followed by the large number of people going missing. It was easy to tell what was happening. Anouther Vampire was growing in power and wealth from his Coin of the realm, much like Leo, and had started to gain Momentum. Leonardo ouldnt have that. Eygpt waswere Leonardo theorized the creation of his people! The last drop of culture involving Vampires in the western world! Leo would not let it be devouered by this wanna be!
Leonardo's Arsenel of weapons was kept in a small suitcase that could disguise his weapons when going through airport security. Anouther helpfull invention. Once arriving here in Cairo he laided his suitcase on the bed and unzipped it to reveal the long Leather Trench coat that came down to his Ankels. Leonardo slipped it on along with his shining gauntlets. He pulled his throwing knifes around his theigh and several small ones hidden up his sleeve. He pulled and snapped on his kevlar exo skeloton armor sui, guenteed to protect his vitals from anything short of a shotgun blast point blank. His spear was in its compact fourm and was slipped in a small compature by his waist in the trench coat. His weapon of main choice however, was his compactable long broad sword, about three meters long. He assembled it by moonlight and slipped it in the flimsy soft leather sheat hand followed his nose into the night.
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Leo made his way up the hill that Osir was standing and watching the town over.Two guards with semi automatics stood a few paces away from him. Leonardo poppped his neck and pounced, bitting his teeth into one of their necks and ripping hiss jugguler vain out and threw a dagge into the other ones heart. He snapped the one bleeding to death's neck with an adiuable "creak". He stared up at Osir and laughed, whiping his mouth. "Sorry to interupt your Privet Theorpy session, but you know its kinda sad when you argue with yourself.." he said and swollowed the last bit of blood in his mouth. "Names Leonardo. Youve been gaining too much strength in this area. Nice armor. Just for kicks or do you actully know how to fight?" he asked and drew his sword slowly, the blade reflecting moonlight on Osirs face.
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