[Thread] Strike quickly, and strike true

Jan 02, 2009 09:28

Characters: Sylvanas Windrunner (OU), Leon Kennedy (OU), OPEN to anyone who comes in response to her summons.
Where: The north wall of the church (outside).
When: Last night, concurrent and eventually melding with Harth's recent thread.
Summary: Sylvanas wishes to capture Harth for his involvement in the burials. She attempts to gather a group. She ( Read more... )

location: church / cemetery, [warcraft] sylvanas windrunner, [lost] mr eko, *open, [resident evil] leon kennedy

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jesusstick January 2 2009, 18:08:05 UTC
Mr. Eko liked to keep aware of any major activity going on near the church where he spent most of his time. The announcement that had been made about capturing a troublemaker there certainly counted as such and so he finished his prayer, got up from where he had been kneeling before the alter, picked up his stick and headed outside.

The firs things his eyes caught sight of, naturally, were the groups of skeletons gathered in the graveyard. Instead of looking terrified or confused by this seemingly impossible occurrence, the priest only looked slightly angry. Glancing around he finally caught sight of the shadowy form near the church wall and approached her, saying, "It is not right, to do this to the dead."

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darkrangerqueen January 2 2009, 22:51:30 UTC
The Banshee Queen stared at him impassively for a moment, then walked forward to meet him, stopping less than a foot away. This close proximity revealed her unnatural traits: the corpse-blue skin and ragged hair, and the scents of earth and sweet decay that clung to her clothing.

"If you knew who I was, and who I have been, you would not dare to say that." Her voice, with its unnatural echo, maintained its deadly clarity though she spoke softly, to avoid being overheard. "If you object to my methods, leave. I do not have time to discuss 'morals' with the likes of you."

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yersmalltime January 3 2009, 00:32:14 UTC
Mirroring his general's need for stealth this night, Leon had traded his usual garb for white winter combat gear. His face was impassive as the summoned skeletons fell into formation nearby. He was reminded of a stronger strain of undead he'd fought in Umbrella's labs. Ones older than the freshly dead walking the streets above, decayed nearly to the bone. This was magic however, not the work of some disease.

And it was that magic that the local church's priest wasn't comfortable with. Not that a very small part of Leon couldn't identify.

From beside Sylvanas, Leon gave Mr. Eko a look of quiet empathy and assurance. One that told him it's okay, don't worry about it. "Will you need a weapon, Father?"

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jesusstick January 3 2009, 05:22:30 UTC
Eko just leveled his impassive, unreadable stare at the woman, not blinking at her appearance or tone. It took a lot to break his composure, and if smoke monsters could not do it neither could she. In his mind it was as simple as that. If he had been easily intimidated he would not have survived very long at all.

It was so tempting to throw her own words back at her, say that she knew nothing of who and what he was, either, but he resisted. "It is more than morals." He said simply. "It is respect for the dead." He gave the skeletons another dirty look but seemed slightly willing to let the subject drop. They had more important things to worry about at the moment, after all.

He did favor the man with a small smile that grew more amused with the question. "No. I have all I need." As if to illustrate he lifted the scripture-carved stick that, as the blood on the end made quite clear, served very well as a club. "What is our plan?"

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