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| Topic Started: Wednesday, 18. September 2013, 05:54 (228 Views) | |
| Issac Steele | Wednesday, 18. September 2013, 05:54 Post #1 |
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There were two absolutes in the way the get of Khayyin interacted with each other. The jyhad was always in full swing and this meant the latter, the get of Khayyin were ready to spill their kins' blood at a moments notice. That last thought notion earned a chuckle from Issac as he moved to leave his haven. It meant that he was almost always guaranteed payment and that meant his tithes to Alamut would be able to assist those of Clan Assamite break the curse which forever bound the Assamites during their defeat during the Anarch revolt. The petty squabbles of these leeches would be nothing when that day came. The weather was stereotypically British a drizzle of rain glazed the streets accompanied by a light fog that obscured vision somewhat. Dressed for the occassion, Issac ventured out in loose comfortable fitting clothing but with enough hoods in preparation for when the sky split and let down their full fury. He had already ventured through most of the British territories in anticipation for the jobs that would be offered. Enfield was one of the last stops on his sightseeing adventures. He had been stalking the territory of the Anarchs for close to a week by this venture of Recon. To know where your enemies stalk , he told himself. It was no doubt that some were aware of his direct violation of their territory by this time and that was exactly what he wanted. Goad them out and then strike with Haqim's righteous skill. Feints, he told himself. The goal was to display their territory was not as secure as they believed and that their enemies could strike them down at any moment. A possibly dangerous move but one that may just pay off. Deception was the first form of war. |
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| Frankie O'Hara | Wednesday, 18. September 2013, 21:01 Post #2 |
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Frankie sat by the window of their - her flat, sighing once more as she was reminded that her friend had left her here alone. Without the piles of books and Aguirre's furniture filling the place it felt utterly hollow. The only thing that filled the space was her mattress and the few boxes and bags she'd brought with her when she moved in along with the few things she'd bought for Montag, her 3-legged alleycat. She was about to resign for another night of lounging about her apartment with her cat next to her when her phone gave a generic chime. She flipped it open and groaned loudly at the text. I'm coming by your apartment in 10 minutes. If you're still there brooding by the time I get there, you won't enjoy my solution to your apparent goal to become a cat lady. A few moments later. It involves shopping for clothes, and you won't be choosing where we're going or what you're trying on. Frankie growled at the phone and quickly stood and pulled on a pair of comfortable pants, her black sleeveless hoodie and her running shoes. She tapped her hands on the counter, summoning her pet and went about giving Montag his favorite form of pampering: chin scratches. She kissed the top of his head when she was finished and headed out onto the street running at a brisk pace, flipping Espen off as she passed the blonde on her way into the Tripper. She had been running for nearly half an hour when she saw him. She wasn't positive if this was the same man, but she'd seen a guy that looked a lot like him a handful of times in Enfield in the past week when she was out running blood for Nora. She slowed a few yards from him wiping at the rain that had collected on her bare arms and remarked casually to him, "This rain almost makes me want the damn heat back." |
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| Issac Steele | Thursday, 19. September 2013, 05:06 Post #3 |
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"This rain almost makes me want the damn heat back." A sidelong glance was given to Frankie as she opened the conversation, an eyebrow perked and a quick study of her features and attire was mentally processed as he smiled in reply. "Ain't nothing but water. Worse it's gonna do is make yer clothes wet." At a guess she was Brujah... Or Toreador. She bled the stereotypical Brujah appearance, at least as far as the outsider to cainite society interpreted it. Hell even just a plain old mortal, not everyone is a vampire. If she was a brujah that meant hard and swift blows if the situation warranted it and that would result in quite the beating assamite. "Name's Steele." He extended his hand in greeting. |
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| Frankie O'Hara | Saturday, 21. September 2013, 17:24 Post #4 |
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"Ain't nothing but water. Worse it's gonna do is make yer clothes wet." Frankie cocked her head in thought and replied with a smirk, "Well it's cold and miserable water." She let herself relax a bit and closed some of the initial distance between them watching as he seemed to scrutinize her from below his hood. She reached a hand up to scratch at the buzz of the hair on the side of her head, a bit of nagging uncertainty sticking to her thoughts; unsure if it truly was a good plan to approach someone she knew nothing about besides that she was almost positive he had been slinking around Anarch territory, casing the place for all she knew. She didn't disregard her instincts, but she didn't trust them entirely either. She'd gotten herself into and out of sticky situations by letting her instinct weigh heavily on her decisions when she was mortal. She decided ultimately to keep a smile on her face and act friendly, but to not let her any of her guards down around him until she knew more of the facts, or had someone to back her up at least. So when he introduced himself and offered a hand she took it firmly and with a smile replied, "My name's Frankie." She retracted her hand and tucked both of her hands into the front pocket of her hoodie and said casually, "So what brings you to Enfield tonight besides the marvelous company, mystical views, and the delightful weather?" |
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