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Characters: Rip huntressrip and OPEN
When: Friday night
Where: Around the city
Rating: R - For lots of violence and some... singing.
Notes: Please let me know with what level of violence you are comfortable with your characters and what kind of damage you want. Also, let me know what kind of damage yours will cause her?
Summary: Rip has given into her bloodlust ( Read more... )
When: Friday night
Where: Around the city
Rating: R - For lots of violence and some... singing.
Notes: Please let me know with what level of violence you are comfortable with your characters and what kind of damage you want. Also, let me know what kind of damage yours will cause her?
Summary: Rip has given into her bloodlust ( Read more... )
The past couple of days there was just something crawling under Eliot's Kenneth's skin that, were he back home, he'd have used an opportunity in a case to start a fight with some people that worked with the target, if not the target himself. In a city with different demands in survival, there were other things that the man wanted to find. A set of good knives, that'd be really nice to have around here and not just for cooking. Things like this is why Eliot was out right now.
It was the echoing sounds of some predator catching it's meal, if it was for that purpose and not something else, that had the man keep his back against any building walls and peeking around corners to check for signs of danger. There was definitely some kind of predator out there, and judging by the screams of whatever animal it was, having a distinctive pig sound, it was something large but not with the features to kill quickly. Possibly, though there were other things it could mean.
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As he looked around the corner he would see a scene of carnage and standing in the middle of it was a giggling blood splattered woman with long raven hair that went past her knees dressed in a suit of all things. Currently, she was licking her knife clean.
The night seemed to be favoring her now! The winds changed, bringing a new scent to her senses. New prey so soon? It looked that way. For now she finished cleaning off her knife before tossing it and catching it with a twirl. The Huntress was a predator all right- a very very hungry one.
Without much warning her knife went flying past the human and embedded itself deep into the wall behind him.
"Come out come out little prey~. Let me zee you properly."
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Well, people were definitely a kind of predator, though this one was clearly unhinged. There were some groups, not just those in the weird vampire fads that have been going on for some reason, that enjoyed adding blood to their diets. That had to be the reason why she was licking the knife. Had to be. He wasn't liking that look that came his way- perhaps she picked up the sound? No, too far. Humans don't smell others so easily at this distance, so it definitely wasn't that. Something had definitely tipped his location off enough for this woman to stop her 'enjoyment.'
Despite the knife that went whizzing past, it was those things that went through his head while keeping his focus on her location. It wasn't Mossad, and with the accent, there was something distinctive that said German Military, but not modern. Just a glance back to the hilt of the knife and he was back to sizing the woman up, not one to hide Kenneth stepped forward and out from the shadows. It was a sturdy stance, survival damning the nature of the alias put in place. "You should take care of your knives. The blade's going to be damaged now."
Yes, because that was the important thing. Eliot, the knife appreciator.
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Rip was leagues above the pretenders. She was a what they hoped and wished to be! Just let this little human try and explain her existence away~. It didn't matter. He was dead, food to her.
As he spoke she began walking towards him with a faint cat like smirk on her lips. Yes, the closer she got the better he smelled. Her tongue could practically taste the sweet nectar of life rushing down her throat as she drank him dry.
"I am not to vorried about zhe knife. I can alvays find a new one or repair zhe old."
He was right about German Military. He was doubly right about her not being a soldier from the modern military. No, she was a sniper of the highest caliber and pretty decent at hand to hand combat if she did say so herself~.She would have to be in able to qualify as one of the best in Millennium.
"Now~ Vho are you?I vould like to know zhe name of my prey before I zee vhat zhey bleed."
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Eyes narrowed, as the woman neared he took steady, confident steps back to keep distance right now. No matter the name he was using, there were plenty of common rules when being greeted in a probable hostile event. One of which was having an idea of what the person was capable of, especially an obvious and proved killer.
"You should respect knives a little more. Especially given how versatile they are in a place with lacking supplies." In fact, he could give a decently long lecture on how useful knives were, including demonstrations. A tug at the corner of his lips, and he gave the slightest shakes of his head. "It ain't polite to ask for people's names without giving yours."
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So he was backing away. Smart man and that only meant more fun for her. Especially if he decided to fight back! It had been even longer since she's had a decent fight let alone a good meal so this.. was a perfect night rolled into one so far~. Of course, how could he stand a chance against her superior skills and capabilities? She was a vampire! Humans were weak prey to her.
Well, normally.
Rip came to a stop a few feet in front of him and extended her hand as she smiled. See all friendly~. Was he dumb enough to take her hand?
"Ah~ Forgive me. I am First Lieutenant Rip van Winkle~. Now again- I vould like to know your name before I zee vat color you bleed."
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He was smarter than most took him for, especially in fields like combat and survival. Every move was to keep his ground and take in whatever clues possible that would reveal strengths and weaknesses of a possible opponent. Probable opponent, almost guaranteed by the way she spoke. For a few seconds he was silent, not even giving attention to the hand past a glance to check if the sleeves had blades hidden up them.
"I assure you Lieutenant, the color I bleed is the same as most people. The name's Kenneth Crane, and I kindly suggest you walk away from this."
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This Kenneth was lucky. Rip wasn't one to normally keep blades up her sleeves. Perhaps in her boots but that was yet to be seen. No, she normally fought with guns though she had been force to temporarily abandon that.
Well, until she could find and dry out some more gunpowder.
Until then, she would just have to get messy with her prey. That suited her just fine. Eventually she lowered her hand and pouted. Well, he was smarter than some buffoons she had met in this hellish world. Still, there was more than one way to play.
"Really? Und vat if I insist? Can you ztop me~? You zee it haz been a very very long time zince I've had a gute meal und vell~. I zhink it is time I indulge, don't you?"
That.. would be all the warning he would get before that pout turned into a shark like grin and she rushed at him with speeds no human should be able to attain. Her goal~? To pin him him against the wall and reclaim her knife.
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So his response was simple to the response. He only had the time to do the simplest, having not expected the agility. A shift in weight, and taking the closest limb as a guide to go around and allow the woman to continue on her path.
Just without him, as he turned around to keep his back away from this Lt. Rip. Rolling his shoulders there was a shift in how 'Kenneth' held himself. Both hands rose, fists loose enough to snap open for a grab as he subtly moved weight from one foot to the other.
Maybe he can gleam some more information.
"What year did you enlist, Lieutenant?"
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It would just hurt him more anyway and that was exactly what she wanted.
"Long before you vere alive."
A truth~. Well, providing he was born before the second world war. The huntress observed his stance and smiled. So he was a brawler? This was going to be so much fun! Her own weight shifted, her body tensing as if to coil like a cats before the spring was released and she launched off the wall with knife in hand. Moments later a flash of silver and careful slashes came his way, designed to test his defenses and to see how he would react. Of course, this did leave her open for attack but who is to say she didn't want that?
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Another step of distance back, keeping his body with some momentum. It wasn't as necessary with normal people, but this woman- Kenneth accepted that there were things not real in his world pretty quickly. Which is why he wasn't going to rely on stories, or go around with visible paranoia of everything around. That was stupid. So any traits that weren't human were going to be taken at face value, and as a sign to expect more that wasn't typical, or possible.
There was some skill with the knife, enough that the Lt. knew what she wanted to do. Not a master, but just capable enough to be a threat when combined with the speed. So the ones that could be avoided were done so, while a few of the slashes that were at an unfortunate angle he moved enough that the damage wasn't going to be fatal, even if they were deeper than the cuts set in.
Even as the skin was cut open there wasn't a change in his expression. It remained focused, calculating and obviously waiting. Just until one slash was low enough for him to pop his hips and feet back, arms going out and push down in an X pattern at the wrist. The plan, if the woman was open enough, he was going to quickly kick at the inside of her leg when moving his hands into a wrist lock to disarm and take the knife.
Only if that succeeded would he kick at the back of her knee, push her forward while backing up for distance again. It didn't feel like a good idea to keep in close contact when there were so many variables.
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A few more cuts and slashes found the huntress open to attack. The slash was lower, seeking out new flesh to cut into when she suddenly found herself blocked and disarmed with a wrist lock and a kick to her leg. Through it all she didn't show any signs of pain or discomfort. If anything, she was pouting!
There was a kick to her knee and she went down. Long raven hair cascaded around her as she remained there for a few seconds before the giggling started. Rip picked herself up and glanced at him through the long hair. They were cold, calculating and very hungry.
"1944."
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Even so, as the man backed up for some distance again, it was apparent that he wasn't favoring any sides. Almost as if he didn't feel or register the cuts still, even as they remained open to the elements right now. Keeping eye contact, a similar defensive stance from before was taken. The same moving, and one hand kept the open fist, but he didn't discard the knife. Instead it was taken with the thumb at the end of the hilt, and edge of the blade away from his arm. Where the woman had the basics with natural speed, the man knew how to handle a knife.
"To an unusual unit, from what I see. It doesn't exist in my world," he said as the steady backing up started to ease up for a steady enough position to change directions in movement. While there were too many unknown factors and that look on her face, he wasn't going to close the distance to switch to offense.
[[And sorry about the delay on this. I was given a swift reminder to the arse to get some progress done on a bit of an art project.]]
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Rip watched as he held the knife and went into another stance. Would that do him any good? She was already faster than this human could handle~. And his blood... the scent was driving her insane. She wanted to tasted him, to drink him dry! She needed it... and she would have it! Nothing would stop her~. Nothing.
The Huntress circled around him, a smirk on her lips as she shrugged. "Vat can I zay~. Not ever vorld vas as lucky as mine."
Seconds later she was rushing in again, this time anticipating a block and ready to force her way past it and to him. To the sweet red wine that was his blood!
[That's okay! Art projects are important.]
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She was too fast for Kenneth at the time, though. Were she from a unit he was familiar with, or something that he could define her patterns and actions more, there would be more time. In case they ended up crossing paths again, he also had to know more of how she moved. It just so happened that learning more about how someone fought and catching their tells ended up with injuries you wouldn't get otherwise. Most likely there'd be more until he found the best way to handle this feral woman.
Of course this meant that he had prepared a block- bracing his right, the knife wielding hand, and securing it at the wrist by keeping his left arm bent against his bicep to minimize possible impact injuries. In the split second that it took to realize that she was going to push through it- which wasn't easy considering he knew that he had a good amount of bracing strength- an almost-stumble turned into a few steps of backpedaling.
A couple of tactics were considered, accepting that he couldn't keep backpedaling either from the environment or keeping up against the force. Two more steps and it seemed like he lost his footing as he finally started falling back to the ground. Except his left leg tucked in, tensing for what would hopefully happen next.
Hopefully Rip wasn't too heavy (or grabby,) to push with both arms, the left leg to start some distance and pushing up with his right foot to complete the arc as he put the weight on his upper back. (Which he'll probably feel later.) It left with the opening, and if it didn't work he'd be pinned for the time being, but there were still options if that happened.
There should still be options. He had to admit that it was hard to gauge when he's never fought a whatever the hell this Rip lady was.
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At first her grin grew when she felt a spark of victory! She would push through and break him open like a melon and feast upon his insides! Rip could practically TASTE the sweet blood on her tongue! Now only if it happened the way she envision. Instead, she fell with him, landing on top of the other fighter.
He had been right, Rip wasn't heavy in the slightest. The woman was surprisingly light and probably more than she should be.
She had him! Or at least she thought before she was was launched off him. The huntress rolled a few feet and remained still for a few moments before the giggling started. Before he knew it, she was back on her feet, crouching, her body tense as her long hair curtain around her. Eyes were lit with fire as she readied to launch back at him. He was vulnerable now.. she could see that!
How long would the window last? A few seconds? No not long at all. So she went in for the attack. The beauty of being a vampire, quick recovery times.
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