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Post by Chance Harebell on Dec 8, 2006 19:00:37 GMT -5
Surreptitious
[stolen, secret]
Beneath the streets of New York lies something amazing... And no, we're not talking about the subway systems.
In fact, beneath even those winding tunnels and perhaps a little farther still, may be found a secret organization. Their name? Paraphrase. A group of extraordinary individuals who make it their business to mind everyone else's business. Master criminals bent on robbing the world of it's treasures. Kleptomaniacs with something to hide.
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Post by Chance Harebell on Dec 8, 2006 19:19:24 GMT -5
Rules
[follow them]
1- No power playing, godmoding, cybering, or other unsavory n00bishness. Mine and Flew's opinion is law in that area.
2- Mine and Flew's word is law.
3- No mary-sues, gary-stues, or despies.
4- Characters must be one hundred percent original. No characters from other series, books, animes, or shows allowed. Also, your character may not be an exact clone of any such characters.
5- Cursing must be in moderation.
6- Don't ignore anyone.
7- Work to keep your character involved. It is not the fault of the other players if you isolate your character and they have no way of interacting.
More to come. |
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Post by Chance Harebell on Dec 8, 2006 19:41:41 GMT -5
Paraphrase
[the crew]
? - Boss
Mora Vera- Sabotage
S'ven Truesdale- Brains Of The Operation
Vasile Nelu Viorel Costel- Vanguard
[you must invent your own title for your character]
Open Spaces-
Vampires- 3
Lycans- 3
Humans- 3
Wiccans- 3
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Post by Chance Harebell on Dec 8, 2006 21:25:44 GMT -5
Intro
[and it begins]
"-And the Lakers won, by a landslide. Now, to Suzzane with the story on the missing Crown Jewels."
A pause on Suzzane's side. The sign flashed 'On Air' and she began.
"Thank you James. Yes, as bizzare as it may sound, England's Crown Jewels have been stolen. Though we know it's been attempted in the past, someone has actually achieved the near impossible and made of with them. No clues as to the identity of the thief, or thieves, has been found so far. It seems they left behind no trail other than several destroyed statues, seemingly blown up, and one fatality. The body of a guard was found, completely drained of blood..."
"Catch him! He's got the disk!"
"Frank's dead, Dave!"
"Screw Frank, catch that prettyboy before he gets away!"
The 'prettyboy' in question, meanwhile, was making an elegant escape, being much faster than his would-be captor. Tucked away in his vest pocket was the source of the commotion. A stolen compact disk, which had been the whole reason for this venture.
S'ven Truesdale was a graceful creature, tall and powerful but delicate at the same time in his facial appearance and build. His curly silver hair, currently loose from it's usual ponytail, bounced against the back of his neck as he ran. His long, slender fingers drew his cloak about him, as though to ward off the non-existent cold.
"Mora!" he yelled as he ducked out a window and landed near their meeting spot. "They're on my tail, we've got to hit the roads now, so move it or lose it!"
Without waiting for Mora's response, he darted off again. If she was alive, she'd catch up with easily. If not, well... she'd been a good partner. |
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Post by Alexander Nikara on Dec 8, 2006 21:32:02 GMT -5
Mora Vera appeared around the corner of one street a little ways behind S'ven, her shoes making a clacking sound against the pavement as she ran, the wind blowing her brown hair back into her face. She caught up to S'ven after a few seconds and as she passed him by, waved and said, "Who's losing it now?" She yelled back as an explosion sounded that was powerfull enough to knock the vampire off his feet. |
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Post by Chance Harebell on Dec 8, 2006 21:45:52 GMT -5
The heat from the explosion seemed almost hot enough to singe S'ven's prescious curls. Propelled forward by the force of it, he collapsed into the underbrush just inside the forest that would offer them shelter from their pursuers for only a short time. He lay still for a moment, pale hands clamped over his ears. Finally, he stirred and sat up, glaring crossly at his partner.
"You really didn't have to blow anything up," he groused, standing up and brushing leaves from his hair and vest. He threw one at her. "This is not fun and games, this is a serious mission." |
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Post by Alexander Nikara on Dec 8, 2006 21:48:33 GMT -5
"Hey," Mora retorted, leaning up against a nearby oak tree. "It covered our tracks, didn't it?" She pointed in the direction they had come, and as the smoke cleared a panoramic view of rubbel and debris strewn across the ground. |
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Post by Chance Harebell on Dec 8, 2006 21:55:42 GMT -5
"Twisted logic," S'ven muttered, shaking his head. He had to admit, though, she had bought them some time. And torn his favorite vest...
"I got it," he announced, drawing the disk from his vest pocket. Thankfully it was in a case and therefor unscratched. "And we should get to the van as fast as we can. We've got three hours before dawn. I can't operate in the sunlight." |
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Post by Alexander Nikara on Dec 8, 2006 21:59:56 GMT -5
Mora nodded, brushing the dust from her clothes, and pulling her shirt down just a bit farther. "You and you nocturnal weirdness," She said, for lack of a better word. "Fine," She said finally. "Let's get outa' here. But mind you, I'm driving." |
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Post by Kuro on Dec 8, 2006 22:02:18 GMT -5
"Mm, they're taking a while, are they not?" The words came tonelessly, barely audible over the roar of chaos. Their speaker was perched atop the van that would take her colleagues out of the area and away from another successful mission.
That is, of course, if they survived... No, of course they had. The explosion on the horizon was proof that Mora still alive and kicking. Or exploding; Both fit relatively well. The contrast between waist length strands of white against the dark hues of the vehicle didn't help her with the stealth aspect of the mission. Thankfully, she had nothing more to do than spring the plan, sit back and wait. Waiting was always so boring, though.
Metallic rosy eyes gazed listlessly ahead. Rinne didn't know if anyone was below her to listen to the vampire talk to herself, but someone would have to be there to drive, right?
"Come back..." |
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Chibi-San
New Student
Smile, it confuses people.[M:0]
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Post by Chibi-San on Dec 8, 2006 22:21:03 GMT -5
The window of the driver's side door on the van slid down, and Vasile Nelu Viorel Costel stuck his head out, his blood shot eyes stared out into the space present after you had finished looking through the window. His short brown hair swayed slightly in the breeze. Damn, took them long enough, wish I could have helped this time. He thought, leaning on the van's durable door. "Any sight of them Rinne?" The lycan questioned. |
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Post by Kuro on Dec 8, 2006 22:26:37 GMT -5
"Indeed," replied the vampire. A grin tugged at her lips, exposing a rather dangerous looking set of teeth. Of course, it was rare when someone was maimed because of them. "Just past that hill, see?" Languidly, a bony hand raised into the air and pointed just ahead of the pair. Rinne nodded once and allowed her arm to fall, folding her hands in her lap. "It will only be maybe a few more minutes, should all go well." There were no doubts that S'ven and Mora would return safely, safe for maybe a few minor burns, but that same feeling of anticipation always kicked in when Rin was forced to watch. It was that kind of nerve-wracking adrenaline rush that had no way to be used. |
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Post by Chance Harebell on Dec 8, 2006 22:33:50 GMT -5
"Vi's driving, not you, Mora," S'ven responded with no small amount of force in his voice. "Even I can drive that mortal contraption better than you can, and I don't even know how to start it!" Of course, that was probably what made him a better motorist than Mora. All she had to do to get a car going was push it off a cliff.
He set off at a light jog, not pushing himself too hard. They'd a bit of time to relax now.
When the van was fully in sight, the vampire let out a deep sigh of relief. "Home free," he murmured, eyes drooping slightly in exhaustion. "In the car!" he called out to Rinne. "Start it, Vi, we've got to get going."
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Post by Alexander Nikara on Dec 8, 2006 22:38:30 GMT -5
Mora quickened her pace, pulling up beside S'ven. Contrary to S'ven, Mora's eyes were alight and full of exitement. She loved missions. The rush. The escape. The blowing up of large objects into a million tiny pieces. "You need some coffe," She commented, glancing over at S'ven and noticing the exhaustion that had overcome him.
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Post by Kuro on Dec 8, 2006 22:39:51 GMT -5
"In the car!" Rinne had heard S'ven call, though she heard it just fine. Maybe working around mortals wore down his ability to remember that one needn't yell when it came to his kind.
In any case, she nodded once. "Told you," came the proud statement to the werewolf as she twisted around and swung into the van with a feline grace.
Getting comfortable was no easy task. The van, in Rinne's opinion, was a revolting thing with no room and the acoustics to stop one from hearing what they were thinking. "You got the disk, I assume?" Judging from S'ven's expression, or at least how taxed he looked, she thought it safe to assume the task was rather hard - But they pulled it off. |
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