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I will carry out great Vengeance on them and Punish them in my Wrath.

Mar 03, 2011 04:15

Who: Master_Helsing, draculalite, untamable_angel
When: March 3rd, Midnight
Where: Sector 4, Square near local Cathedral
Summary: Through Walter, the incidents are marked and mapped, the evidence compiled like a three-cord rope, and the hands of Van Helsing will tie the noose about the arch fiend's neck. The professor's obsessive sleuthing pays off when his night of stalking has him ( Read more... )

walter c. dornez, abraham van helsing, raphael sorel

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draculalite March 3 2011, 14:47:24 UTC

This woman had tried to scream when she saw him, tried to scream when she ran, tried to scream when he grabbed her... now that he had his fangs clamped into her neck, her desire to scream seemed to have died there in her throat. After a while he was even able to lift his hand away from covering her mouth. How pathetic ( ... )

master_helsing March 5 2011, 10:39:42 UTC

Were this any other man, such azure eyes of a great-horned owl would have passed him over without merit, without alarm or even whimsy.

Yet this was hardly any other man, or a man at all, for Abraham caught those distinguished fleeting heels and dissected him down to the very fibers of his regal crown.

...Renaissance-era frock und cuff-links...

...Cavalier boots with accented heel...

...Pale hair, foppishly styled...

...Pallid complexion...

...Classification 16th century noble...

...Likelihood of misidentification estimate 4100 to 1...The fiend was certainly in unwarrant urgency for so quaint and peaceful a night. An ideal and beautiful one at that; one he knew well to draw their kind out, for it was just as appealing to them as it was to human-kin. Lo and behold as his bright crimson coat, dyed in the vampire's most favorable color, fluttered in motion to chase after the creature, Abraham halted as a quiet mewling tickled his attention ( ... )

draculalite March 5 2011, 17:05:25 UTC

Raphael had slowed when he heard a voice in the shadows behind him... but certainly not stopped. He had no business with anyone else tonight, and certainly no interest in having a conversation with anyone. His heart gave an unsteady thud as a faint worry crossed his mind. Had he been seen?

He didn't have long to dwell on the thought before he felt a cane smack into his boot. Raphael turned quickly and backed away from the alley, the glow of his blood red eyes narrowing sharply as he stared at the shape in the alley.

"Nothing prowls me, monsieur," he said after a moment, his hand reaching down to the hilt of his rapier... jut in case.

"And if it does, I feel quite sorry for it."

master_helsing March 6 2011, 20:23:02 UTC

Like all their kind, the arrogance seemed to seethe from the aristocrat's very pores. The sort of noxious scent that posed for one's lips to curl in disgust, yet the shrouded stranger reserved himself to a rather macabre delight. A sardonic smile melded from the umbrage, followed by a pair of steel-bred irises of deepest blue. A stark contrast to the vivid scarlet he stared into with sharp prying, as if he sought to ransack his very soul, were there any to be upbraided in that wretched body ( ... )

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