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Post by José Harkness on Sept 24, 2014 18:36:14 GMT
Of all the money that e'er I had I spent it in good company And all the harm I've ever done Alas it was to none but me
A darkness passed over the apartment of Amorite and Kree that evening...José Harkness stood on it's front steps, his body obscured in long dark brown rags and a hood over his face. His katanas strapped to his sides and ready to go...he didn't want to do this, to move so quickly. But this body was wearing thin...how could he secure Ataxia to be the conqueror of all if he wasn't around to assist? He also knew that Connor wasn't the type to do something until properly motivated. He studied him since he came out into the open...he loved all his friends very dearly, but was very protective over the Dolus Brothers and Kree Chancy. There is where he would go...for what better way to motivate a running man than to dangle a present over him. He stepped into the apartment building, soft, dim maintenance lights barely illuminated the halls before him. Creaks of wind brushed through, even the well built apartments of The Red Light District could bend and creak under the winds. He lifted his head to the registry, finding the apartment room Amorite Dolus and Kree Chancy stayed at...a bit higher up than he'd like.
If he caused a ruckus he would have Government forces on him quickly....assuming the power was still present. He would take this risk, he had enough life in him to do it. His dark skin burned black as an inky black darkness crawled from his body and built around him, becoming darker and darker until finally a small pulse of blackness obscured the building into darkness. Cutting all light and power, beyond the moonlight, leaving and entering. He drew his blade and began his walk up the stairs to Amorite and Kree's apartment room...
...if Connor wouldn't help him willingly...then he would help him by force.
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Post by Amorite Dolus on Sept 25, 2014 3:07:19 GMT
Amorite was doing what he did every night when sleep wouldn't find him - walk around in his undies, drink a warm cup of milk and try to go back to sleep again. Ever since he had gotten back to Thelotia he had been plagued with sleepless nights, he may drift off one night but unable to fall asleep the next day. Watching time go by while sleep avoided you was probably one of the worst feelings he had ever had.
He pressed his head against the cool wall as the he watched a light trail of steam rise from the milk in the pot. "Agh..." He said, lifting the pot from the stove and pouring the hot, thick liquid into a mug. Placing the pot into the sink he walked over and sat on the couch. Within the reflection of their tv Amorite studied the elaborate tattoos that strung up his arm.
"What great burden have I carved into my arm?" Amorite asked himself softly as he sipped the milk. At risk of running into a gloomy moment, Amorite was reminded about the beautiful woman that was sleeping in his apartment. She was worth every scar on his body, that much was for sure.
What Amorite didn't notice was the fact the lights in the kitchen were dimming...
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Post by José Harkness on Sept 25, 2014 14:05:41 GMT
José kept his steady pace up the apartment room, when he reached the floor the inky darkness that spread from him began turning the lights off as he passed. He stopped in front of the apartment room, his hand tightening on his sword...but rather than slice through the door a small stream of the darkness slipped out from his cloaks and traveled under the door. It was like his eye, seeing into the room, it's layout, everything. He found Amorite watching the TV, ignorant to his appearance, he continued the stream of darkness as it investigated the rooms. Locating Kree Chancy asleep in the bed, he began to pull back...getting ready for his attack.
...but with all people Connor formed a strong bond with...a sense to alert them to danger followed. Various people would call it unexplained...what is merely a psychological effect of Connor and his friendship to them...or did his powers reach out to protect those he cared strongly for. Even now this is unexplained...but as Amorite was studying his tattoos the TV suddenly flickered on. Quickly, as if the picture couldn't stay, but when it flicked on there was Connor's face - pounding on the TV screen. The sound blasted in and out, forming broken words.
"-un! Amori-!" Ru-! He's here-! Amorite run!"
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Post by Kree Chancy on Sept 27, 2014 0:34:14 GMT
Kree leaned up quickly, her heart pounding heavily in her chest. She didn't know what it was but something around her had alerted her senses, striking her with fear. Her eyes darted around the room - searching for what it felt like eyes watching her ... but it was nothing. Unable to stop her panting, she dropped her head in her hands; closing her eyes to compose her breathing, Kree grit her teeth. Why was she so uncomfortable? She'd found sleeping in this house nice buy why all of a sudden was THIS happening? Why was she feeling this way? She touched her chest. She couldn't feel what she felt so many months ago so she was sure it wasn't anything TOO wrong. Maybe it was just the anxiety of being in Amorite's apartment. It was nice to be in a nice room with a comfortable bed with springs that didn't stab you in the back if you rolled over too quickly. Contemplating on whether she should sit down or if she should walk about, Kree finally decided that maybe she'd catch some air. The roof was a nice place for that. Something was stopping her. Something inside her screamed to hide to run away to get out. Biting down, she found herself laying back down. Grabbing her sheets, she threw them over her head. She let her hand slip under her pillow, gripping a nice clean dagger.
Something was wrong.
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Post by Amorite Dolus on Sept 27, 2014 2:12:41 GMT
Amorite wasn't sure what was more distressing, what Connor said or the fact he was in his tv! A younger Amorite might have got close to the tv and ask what Connor was doing there, but Amorite leaped into action. Up from his couch the first destination was to make sure Kree was okay, "Kree!" Amorite called as he darted through the small hall. "KREE!" Bursting through her door he came face to face with José.
"What the hell...!?" Amorite gasped as he saw the man in Kree's room. A man he knew to belong with the Anarchists. "Where is she!? WHERE'S KREE!?" Amorite's eyes flared, tattoos burning and soon he burst into a fury of smoke - charging right at José with incredible fury. 'Gods help José if he hurt Kree', Amorite thought to himself as he intended to burn the man where he stood. No armor would help him when the smoke would slip right through the cracks.
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Post by José Harkness on Sept 28, 2014 16:41:49 GMT
José stood at the front of Kree's bed, considering taking her to be used as bait before he heard running footsteps. How...how did Amorite discover he was here so soon? It didn't make sense! Regardless when the door flew open José knew he couldn't hide any longer, but it didn't mean that Amorite would have it easy. When the door flew open and the light touched his face, José's face shifted slightly...black and inky...three red eyes...a low guttural growl...right before an inky darkness spread out into the room. Making it look alive and crawling shadows, it seemed to be an attack...but this was merely a fog.
José burst from the darkness, blade in hand and swinging at Amorite. The fog like darkness was strong, Kree would have a hard time making her way out of the room to assist Amorite. She could do it though, she just had to hurry.
"Kree is fine fOr NOw." José's voice became eerily distorted on the last two words, "But if I were you I'd foCUs ON YoUrSELf."
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Post by Kree Chancy on Oct 5, 2014 5:13:32 GMT
Kree's heart pounded when she could hear her bedroom door burst open. She quickly leaned up, fingers wrapped around her gun and eyes locked onto her target. The door was indeed opening, allowing the dim light of the hallway to enter. She immediately noticed Amorite in the doorway - his eyes twisted as he noticed the form before him. It didn't take her long to see what he saw. She couldn't tell who he was but he was so close to her bed - so close to where she was. If Ammo hadn't burst in ... She didn't bother imagining what could have happened. "Who are-" Before her words could complete , a blackness began consuming her room - creeping over the warm blue walls and her furniture. The window's light faded from the plague of darkness and soon she couldn't see anything. The shadows were all around her and she was sure that if she stayed in it longer, she might be victim of it. That last source of light she could see was a shadowy figure launching himself at Amorite before the darkness started to strengthen around the door.
"I have to get out of here," Kree muttered to herself, leaping from her bed. The shadows had indeed been strong - a heavy source of magic if she could say so herself. She couldn't see a DAMN thing. There were even times when she found herself stubbing her toe on a toy she left on the ground - she did love her toys. Her eyes stay focused on where the door was. She had to break through and she had to protect Amorite.
she let her sigil along her cheek glow softly. Its lavender color intensified before her palms began to glow as well - the color spiraling up her arms in the shape of her tattoos. For a moment the color darkened before it faded all together. There was no light, only the shadows. She didn't need the light though. As a thief, darkness was her ally no matter what the situation.
She slowly stepped out of the dark fog, its mist almost grabbing on to her skin as she exited. Dragging behind her on both sides was a long thick illuminating violet wire specked with sharp spikes. Its length traveled up her arms before connecting with the thorn tattoos that were stained along her skin. Her eyes locked on her target. "Hey," she called out to him, attempting to grab his attention, "I think you'd better on me." She gave a quick grin before throwing herself at José, arms ready to send the mana wirings to do her bidding.
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Post by Connor Harkness on Oct 28, 2014 1:47:35 GMT
I remember that day, that moment. I was merely passing by the apartment on my way to somewhere else when I could see the flashes of red and colors of energy in the windows. I felt my heart grow cold as I ran, running through the lobby and up the stairs, heading for the apartment room I saw the door was shut. I turned the knob, it wouldn't budge.
"Amorite! Kree!"
I could hear fighting inside, I pulled out my revolver and shot the door knob - busting the lock and kicking the door open. When it swung open I saw José standing there, sword in hand, fighting off Amorite and Kree. I saw his face do that...thing, the thing that lets me know he was running out of energy. And a man who is nearing his life span gets to be dangerous.
"José..."
"CoNNor." José spoke, his voice has a very weird distortion about it. I kept my revolver trained on him as I looked to the others.
"Amorite? Kree? You guys okay?" I asked.
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Post by Amorite Dolus on Oct 31, 2014 22:59:27 GMT
"I'm fine..." Amorite said, reforming from the smoke alongside Kree. His gaze fell onto José before glancing back to Connor, "What's going on here?" Amorite was aware that José was an Anarchist but what did he have against him? Nothing, Amorite had barely even spoken to the man. Which of course made him think he had something against Kree and that... well that just pissed him off more.
His eyes flared a deep orange as he felt enraged. His scars itched and fingers twitched, ready for the slightest move on José's part. His main concern was protecting Kree right now but he was worried, José was a powerful warrior and Amorite was... dangerous in a very different way.
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Post by Kree Chancy on Nov 16, 2014 22:58:27 GMT
Kree's eyes flickered between the two - Jose and Connor. She gave an awkward yeah. "Yeah. I'm great actually. I was dreaming about rainbows and make-out sessions and cute little trotting ponies. Yeah, you know the good stuff. Yeah. UNTIL THIS FUCK DECIDED TO INVADE MY PERSONAL SPACE," she scratched, stomping her bare foot down in a minor tantrum. "One of my OWN people come in and break into my room WHILE I'm like HALF naked." She motioned to her blue pajama shorts and the matching top.
Kree looked over in Amorite's direction, feeling the heated anger boil from his skin. She placed a hand on his arm, hoping to reassure him just a little. Her eyes moved over to Connor. "Soooo, what brings you to our lovely domicile? Could I interest you in a banana and pickle shish-ka-bob?" she asked, sounding a little too serious.
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Post by Connor Harkness on Nov 18, 2014 6:24:29 GMT
"hOw sweet." José mocked, "YoU have frieNDS now."
"What are you doing here?" I asked, keeping my revolver trained on him. "Why are you attacking your own anarchists?"
"You know why..." José replied, and the sad thing is I did...he was nearing the end very soon, I was hoping to merely wait it out but it seems he took matters in his own hands. "Tell me somETHIng Connor...do you think THey care abouT you?"
I tilted my head, not really sure where he was going with this. José was up to something, I should have been able to guess it but my mind was kind of distracted at the moment.
"They may cAre about you NOW...but all I hAVe to do is TEll them one thing, just one thing...AnD they will sell you out FAster than you can BLINk."
"Yeah?" I challenged, "What would that be?"
José smiled that smile that sent chills throughout me, but those chills was nothing compared to what he said next, "Shall I tell them your name?"
There was brief pause...then I panicked, and by panicked I mean shot at him with my revolver. He deflected the shots and dove out the apartment window. I ran over to the window to look down but there was no body on the ground, he had vanished completely.
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Post by Amorite Dolus on Nov 19, 2014 20:50:37 GMT
Kree's touch did little to cool Amorite's anger and as José moved to flee out the window Amorite moved swiftly to follow. José was gone now, vanished from sight and out there somewhere stalking in the night. Which, sadly left one person to take Amorite's anger - Connor Harkness. Don't get Amorite wrong, he admires Connor for everything he's done to help him but all of this was way too coincidental... Connor was waiting outside of their house and Amorite wanted to know why.
He stomped over to Connor and stopped short of grabbing him by the collar. Looming far above the blonde haired man he snarled out. "You have five seconds to start explaining what the hell is going on, Connor. Before... before..." Amorite couldn't exactly bring himself to verbally threaten Connor but his tone and shaking arm showed his intent clear enough.
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Post by Kree Chancy on Dec 14, 2014 0:57:39 GMT
Kree watched as Jose's form faded from view and she ran a hand through her hair, letting out a loud sigh of irritation. She scampered to the window and scanned around for the glitching form. She hadn't known much about him in the business of anarchists but they were a team and it was a unspoken agreement that they'd NEVER harm one of their own. She bit the inside of her lip. What was wrong? What did all of this mean? The sound of Amorite's growl, caused her to quickly direct her attention to the two men.
She rushed over and grabbed Amorite's arm. "Hey, we can get answers without choking people to death, okay?" Pulling his arm down a bit, she turned her attention to Connor when Amorite's threat refused to emerge. "Alright. What he said. First off, why was he watching me in my bed and you coincidentally showing up." She stopped for a minute, gaining a brief recollection. "If I can recall, you and that guy had a bit of a spat some time back. I was there."
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Post by Connor Harkness on Dec 14, 2014 1:10:22 GMT
As soon as Amorite let me go I moved past the two of them, thinking about what I saw and what it meant. If he was acting up now, then it meant that he was running out of time. So much for hoping he would die out. It also meant the longer I hang around everyone the more of a target they are.
"It means...it means I need to leave, quickly." I looked around at the slash marks and bullet holes as I headed for the door heading out. "Sorry about the uh...mess."
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