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Post by Toothless on Feb 26, 2014 23:01:41 GMT
[gonna hop in the shower and eat dinner bbs]
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Post by Spotify on Feb 26, 2014 23:16:43 GMT
Stiles was quick and agile as expected. He jumped from tree with deadly accuracy and grace. He smirked softly when he landed just outside the forest floor. (Sorry no muse really)
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Goldie
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The year is one thousand nine hundred and forty and something. Isn't. Right.
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Post by Goldie on Feb 27, 2014 0:54:12 GMT
"Huh. Well, I'll keep an eye out for liars." She said, standing and nuzzling up against him.
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Post by Toothless on Feb 27, 2014 1:07:05 GMT
Back
Harper nodded. "Yeah," he murmured. "Antonio will want to meet you soon." The last few words were spoken in a thoughtful tone; it was rather clear that he was thinking aloud. His hazel eyes mister over, jaw working back and forth slightly. It was an old habit that had remained from his mortal days. His heart beat at a steady rhythm, blood pumping in his veins. His breathing was soft and gentle, chest rising and falling with each inhalation and exhalation.
Michaels ground his teeth but nodded. The other vampires were put through the same test and when everyone had finished, the commander instructed them to follow him. He led them to a large arena that had a spectators box in the far right side.
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Post by Spotify on Feb 27, 2014 1:24:34 GMT
Ember sauntered up to group, her hips swaying suggestively and each stride oozing confidence. She smiled as she glanced att the ssvente,"Looks y'all made it so far, congrats. How's my babe treating you?"she asked. She was teasing of course, her and Micjaels weren't a thing, but Ember loved getting under his skin.
Stiles smirked at Ember, his smart ass remarks sitting just on the too of his tongue, but she kept it under check.
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Post by Toothless on Feb 27, 2014 1:33:57 GMT
Michaels cut a pissed-off look to Ember but returned his attention to the recruits. All at once the arena was filled with varying scents of blood and Bastian blinked in surprise. "You're useless to me if you can control your bloodlust," the commander said. "On the battlefield blood will be spilled. You'll need to learn to get used to the amount of scents surrounding you."
Bastian quirked an eyebrow. Sventés were known for their manageable bloodlust.
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Post by Spotify on Feb 27, 2014 1:44:31 GMT
Ember chuckled softly, her gaze lingering on the battlefield. She could control her bloodlust, she had mastered it years ago, but that didn't mean she didn't want it. Her lips curled in a smirk as she slid over to Commander Michaels. She got on her tip toes and kissed his cheek softly and than leaned down and nipped his neck, just enough to draw blood, before turning on her heel and heading for the arena, laughing.
Lyric nodded to Commander Michaels, giggling softly under her breath.
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Post by Toothless on Feb 27, 2014 1:47:41 GMT
Michaels turned and snapped his teeth at Ember, warning her off. He was on duty right now and she was getting annoying. Several of the Pagori vampires were quivering with desire, pupils dilated; a few of the Keja were, too. Michaels scrutinized them for a long time, the scent of blood only getting stronger.
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Post by Spotify on Feb 27, 2014 2:02:57 GMT
Ember's laughter rang throughout the arena,"Let's get the show on the row!"she called out.
Stiles glanced at her and than Lyric, shaking his head. It would take a strong male to keep that chicka in check. He knew that and he knew that male wasn't him unfortunely. He glanced at Bastien, his eyebrow quirked.
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Post by Toothless on Feb 27, 2014 2:07:24 GMT
After what seemed an eternity, the scent of blood faded away. Michaels nodded to a few vampires and they slunk away in shame, denied a spot in the legion. With a sigh, the commander turned to those who remained: the three Sventés and two Pagoris. He scanned them before he began to pair them off for duels: Pagori against Stiles, Lyric against a Pagori, and Bastian was up against Commander Michaels.
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Post by Spotify on Feb 27, 2014 2:19:18 GMT
Lyric nodded to the pagori. Her eyes searching him for any weaknesses.
Stiles sized him up and than nodded, his gaze returning to Commander Michaels."Who's firsts?"he asked.
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Post by Toothless on Feb 27, 2014 2:20:53 GMT
"You," Michaels said, pointing at Stiles. The Pagori he was up against stepped forward, watching the Sventé for a moment.
"Remember the idea is for you to knock the other vampire down by whatever means necessary. And yes, that means you can use your gifts. Begin!"
Without hesitation, the Pagori launched himself at Stiles, his left arm morphing into a spear.
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Post by Spotify on Feb 27, 2014 2:41:55 GMT
Stiles started to protest, but sighed and shrugged his shoulder. He smirked as he ducked under the spear and punched him in the gut, before quickly stepping out of range. He sighed softly as his hands fire ball began to form in his palm,"Earth."he murmured as the ground softly began to quake. Without another word, he took the offensive and sent fire ball after fire ball at his head.
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Goldie
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The year is one thousand nine hundred and forty and something. Isn't. Right.
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Post by Goldie on Mar 3, 2014 1:02:40 GMT
"Lets go meet him then!" Serina said with a smile, tugging his hand. "Do I have to dress up to meet him? I probably should." She looked down at her old ratty sweatpants and shirt. "It certainly wouldn't hurt."
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Post by Toothless on Mar 3, 2014 1:17:53 GMT
Harper rolled his eyes with a chuckle. "Darlin'," he drawled, "you don't just pop in and say 'hello' to the Grand High Master vampire. He has to summon you. Don't worry, he'll give you time to change if he does."
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