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Post by Ru'Thor on Jun 25, 2006 10:40:16 GMT -5
OOC: I’m not going to post with Ryan, because it would be rather pointless. ^^”
IC Logan didn’t like the way he was being ordered around. He didn’t like it one bit. But Simon’s warning still blared in his mind like someone shouting through a megaphone. What would happen to him if the Vicomte figured out that he knew about that nutty one and the ‘others’, whoever they may be? Much as he loathed it, Logan said, “Okay,” and turned, moving back along the corridor to the window where they had entered the night before.
Logan tugged once or twice before the bars came loose, and nearly fell backwards off of the bench. Flushing red, he laid them flat on the window ledge and climbed through, dropping down onto the other side with a thud. He reached up again and pulled the bars the rest of the way through, glancing up and down the street to see that there was no one there.
OOC: That was... kinda bad... but I have a lot to reply to before I leave... ^_^"
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Post by Lali on Jul 4, 2006 15:18:50 GMT -5
OOC Mweh. Understood. ^_^ I keep adding Cadey bits because they're going to be relevant before long. IC There was a click, then, "Hello." "It's Kyle," Cade said hurriedly, then stopped as the voice went on, "I'm not at home right now. Leave a message if it's anything important." Furiously, he slammed the phone back down into the cradle. It took a moment or two for him to get his temper back under control, then he moved out of the phone box, and went to do some shopping. He went to the right places. Nobody raised an eyebrow at the hardware store when he bought a saw and a couple of brooms. The glass bottles were more difficult to find, and he bought three while he could. That done, he found a nice secluded spot down an alley behind the nearest church, and set about cutting the broom handles into shorter lengths. Pointed lengths. ~*~ The Vicomte - with much more grace than the previous night - followed Logan out of the window, then stood to one side and disdainfully dusted himself down, waiting for Logan to replace the bars. He paused briefly, blinked a little, then shook his head sharply. For a moment he'd thought that he could hear a faint buzzing. It wasn't real, of course. It was all in his mind. Ah. Frowning, he turned away and looked up the street, tightening his grip on his mind. He'd thought that the others had been utterly defeated in their last struggle. Apparently not. But he'd been in charge for long enough now that they should have ceased to bother him. He resolved to keep a wary mental eye on his own control. That done, he turned back to Logan, and said, with a certain extra sharpness that sprang purely from his annoyance at discovering the others still lived, "Well, which way is it?"
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Post by Ru'Thor on Jul 19, 2006 7:44:40 GMT -5
OOC: I am so sorry that this took so long! I've been so busy with my dad and band and a bunch of other crap... *hangs head* Sorreh...
IC Logan slid the bars back into place and turned to the Vicomte, but before he could say anything, he found himself being snapped at. He stiffened and said, "Not far. About ten blocks that way." He jerked his head to the right, past the prison. It was a rather good thing that the window they used was on this particular side of the building, where few cars came past to see anyone climbing in and out. The busy intersection was on the opposite side, cars blaring their horns now and then in the morning rush to work.
OOC: Urgh... a long wait, and it's suckish...
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Post by Lali on Jul 20, 2006 13:29:32 GMT -5
OOC It took you 15 days to reply to my post, Ru. I'm sure I've made you wait longer than that many a time. As long as you come back in the end, I don't mind in the slightest. Besides, I procrastinated anyway. I went and read fanfics every time I was online. *blush* IC With a bag full of pointy sticks, Cade ventured round to the shops again, and bought a bottle of mineral water. Patiently, he filled up the glass bottles, sealed them tightly and dried the outsides, tipping them upside down to make sure they were watertight. Then he went back to the church, and managed to convince a couple of tourists to get the water blessed by the reverend there. They brought them back after a few minutes, handing them over with expressions of curiosity, but he didn't answer any of their questions, just thanked them and moved on. The bottles were warm to his touch - verging on painfully so, and that was even with the barrier of the glass between his skin and the water. They weren't quite burning him, though, so he assumed that the priest had blessed only the water, and not the bottles themselves. Armed and dangerous now, he went back to the phone box and started dialling again. ~*~ The Vicomte noticed Logan's reaction, and his eyes narrowed a little. " Bien," he said flatly. "When we arrive, you will look through the magazines on sale. I will deal with the theft itself." But a single newspaper wouldn't be all he was stealing. If he could acquire a mug or similar item, he could steal Logan's freedom under the pretence of offering him additional strength from a vampire's blood. And if Logan knew what would happen to him - unlikely, considering the fact that blood bonds were exceedingly rare and almost undocumented - he'd just have to resort to violence. And what a pity that would be. OOC Grarg. *stabs post* Ugh.
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Post by Ru'Thor on Jul 24, 2006 21:24:52 GMT -5
OOC: 'Twasn't that bad. ^^
Now... wouldn't it suck if the phone Cade was using were tapped? xD I can see the bloopers now... *laughs* Ouch! My braces poked me!
IC "All right," Logan agreed, not meeting the older vampire's gaze. If someone told me two months ago that I would spend a night in a jail and then help with a theft, I would've thought they were crazy, he thought, staring at the space over the Vicomte's shoulder. Now, though, I don't think anything can take me by surprise. He started out of his thoughts suddenly, realizing that he should be leading the way. Pale face turning pink, he turned, and started around the side of the building.
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Post by Lali on Jul 29, 2006 16:16:23 GMT -5
OOC Ouch! *hugs Ru* I hate braces. Need them. Hate them. Not having them. Miaow. ^_^ Unfortunately, Cade is using a public phone, and the odds of that both being tapped and being under surveillance at the exact time he uses it are rather stacked against it. However... the woman he's calling is entirely another matter. *evil laugh* IC This time the phone rang three times, and then there was another click, followed by a slightly breathless, "Hello?" It sounded different to the answerphone, so, with rising hope, Cade said, "It's Kyle," and listened with almost painful relief to the sharp intake of breath from the other end of the line. Now the game would start. To reduce the chances of any of their conversations being eavesdropped-upon, he and the woman he had reached had developed a strange system of speaking. Every other thing they said would be true, starting with a true statement from each of them and then alternating through lies and back round. It required concentration and some degree of ingenuity to maintain the appearance of a normal, harmless dialogue whilst holding an entirely different conversation on another level, but on the few occasions they had spoken before, they'd both found that they could manage. "Hi, Kyle," the woman said brightly, "I was expecting you to ring soon." Truth. So she had been responsible for the warning he'd received. With a bitter sense of irony, Cade lied, "Yeah, I've been meaning to for a while. There's no real reason I called." "I don't get what you mean," the woman responded, and Cade relaxed a little, knowing that if she said that, then she understood the trouble he was in. "I was thinking we should meet up," he said casually - truth again - and she was quick to say, "That sounds good to me. Where and when?" "That cafe in the centre of town, perhaps," Cade answered, "where we met last time?" He could imagine her smile as she returned the lie with one of her own, saying, "No, I didn't like the coffee there. Did you have anywhere else in mind?" Cade could almost feel the tension start draining out of him. He wasn't alone and unprepared any more. The knowledge she had of the slayers was well worth the risk of meeting in public, and she'd always been quick to find inventive solutions to such problems as his. Smiling to himself, he said, "What about the one by the big bookshop? The Source Cafe. That won't be too busy if we get there in an hour or so." "Alright," she said truthfully, laughing a little as she continued, "I'll be there in an hour, and we can have a proper chat. It'll be fun to catch up on everything." "I'm really glad I've got the chance to speak to you again," Cade told her, managing to keep his voice reasonably neutral. "Likewise," she said. "It's been too long." "I'll be glad to see you," Cade said, and knew she'd heard the heartfelt truth in that by the way she replied, "I know how you feel. Don't be late. I'll see you there." Then there was another click, and only the dialling tone buzzing in his ears. ~*~ The Vicomte followed Logan closely, careful to keep the distance between them at a minimum, so that if the boy tried to run, it would be very easy for him to simply reach out and catch him again. Though he doubted that Logan would run - what reason did he have? Even so, he was glad to be moving again, with a purpose, however small, to guide his steps. After two blocks, he was feeling optimistic enough to start talking to Logan again, with an amiable air. "As I recall," he said idly, "you said you have not been at this little game long, c'est vrai? I wonder, do you remember how your turning came about, precisement?" OOC *makes notes* Roighty. I know what I'm doing with M'sieur now, in the next few posts. Hopefully I'll be able to pick up the RP a bit again...
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Post by Ru'Thor on Jul 30, 2006 12:10:00 GMT -5
OOC: Whoa. Nice system. Lali ish smart! *giggles* Yay for making Logan twitch!
IC The Vicomte's question nearly stopped Logan in his tracks. His step faltered a bit for a split second. "Uh-"
The answer to that could cause some problems, considering that he'd said the night before that no one had been in the jail for some time. Do you remember... How could he forget, damn it? What sort of idiot would?
"I don't," he lied, shaking his head. "I- um- I don't remember. That night- it was all just a big blur." Lie, lie, lie, damn it, he remembered every word that woman had said like he remembered his own name!
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Post by Lali on Aug 7, 2006 16:08:59 GMT -5
OOC Thank you kindly. ^_^ It's great fun to write, and as long as the conversations weren't too long I'm sure it could be used in reality... Mweheheheheh.... *evil plans* IC The policewoman wasn't having much luck. She'd been working on the problem for hours now, snatching about twenty minutes of sleep around dawn, then carrying on. So far she'd contacted more than thirty other slayers, and they were all squeaky clean. She wasn't sure how many were left to go. The whole situation was infuriating her. It was all so much more than she needed right now, and although she was sure of about forty slayers, counting herself, the haystack still had plenty of room left in which to hide that elusive needle. She was just reaching for her mobile phone to call one of her three contacts and check on their progress when it started ringing. She answered it. Within two minutes she was out of her front door, a camera hidden in her ladylike handbag, and her crucifix round her neck. ~*~ "Ah," the Vicomte sighed, "that is a great shame. You cannot even remember who it was that brought you out of mortality?" He was quite genuine in his regret. If Logan really couldn't remember the appearance of another vampire, and hadn't been introduced into the loose group that Cade had made reference to, then there was no easy way to reach them. He would have to go to the slayers first - starting with Logan's dear cousin. But before he did that, it was imperative the boy could not disobey. His fingers found the knife hilt briefly, but he kept the smile from his face.
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Post by Ru'Thor on Aug 9, 2006 15:22:48 GMT -5
"No-" Logan paused, thinking. It wasn't likely that he'd forget everthing- so as long as he didn't mention how it had happened, a little information here and there couldn't hurt, right? Just enough to make his story believeable. "Well- I do remember that it was a woman," he said slowly. "And I hit my head off of- something." An open cell door, to be exact, but that was one scrap of detail he'd leave out. "I guess it knocked me out. And when I woke up I was near the jail." Yes, this was good, very good! "That's when I figured out how to get in."
His little lie came to an abrupt halt as he began committing the details to memory. It wouldn't do for him to slip up and change something later.
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Post by Lali on Aug 17, 2006 10:54:47 GMT -5
"I see, I see," the Vicomte nodded. "Well, that is a beginning. If you remember more, you must tell me. The information could be valuable to us both." Well, mainly him. But that was how things worked. The shop he wanted was just ahead, and he glanced back at Logan again, saying, " Et maintenant, we must find out what is known to the public. Let us keep this simple. You will keep the shopkeeper's attention. Look through the magazines - attempt to obstruct his view while I appropriate the necessary things. Once I have left, you must remain for a little longer. I will wait for you around the corner. Understood?" OOC Miaow. *hides face in shame* I promise, as soon as we're past the whole newspaper deal, the posts will get better.
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Post by Ru'Thor on Aug 17, 2006 11:20:34 GMT -5
OOC: lol, no worries. I've conjured up some really bad posts before. S'not really that bad, anyway. ^^
IC This was a bad idea. Something was going to go wrong. Stealing! Even for something as trivial as a newpaper, Logan had been taught so firmly that stealing was wrong that he couldn't help it. Killing, stealing... what was going to come next? Kidnapping?
"Um... okay."
Okay. He'd just said okay. Stupid, stupid, stupid. His mental scoldings continued as he (they? I don't know if you planned to have him enter the shop with Logan, or after him. *shrug*) entered the store, pausing for a moment as he glanced around.
Magazines, comic books, novels, and little odds and ends that would be out of place anywhere else littered shelves that were placed against the wall or lined up neatly in rows across the floor. The counter was near the front; Logan watched as the man behind it handed a recipt to the only customer standing there. He swallowed, made his face as blank as possible, and headed towards him.
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Post by Lali on Aug 31, 2006 13:33:05 GMT -5
OOC This got deleted about three times in the course of writing. None were intentional. *growls at computer* So for once I have a reasonable excuse for not posting sooner. Apologies anyway, and I'm going to go hug my brain because I love my memory and the fact that I managed to recover most of the original without any copies. Go me. ^_^
IC The Vicomte watched Logan from the corner of his eye as the boy entered the shop. He seemed to be doing as he was told, heading for the shopkeeper to distract him, so, after a moment or two, the older vampire followed him in. The shop was small enough to have him hunching his shoulders a little, unconsciously trying to take up less space. But as soon as he realised he was doing that, he relaxed again, and looked around casually.
A shop like this was a very good place to see the changes that had taken place whilst he'd been dead. In the main, everything seemed so much more colourful. And sensationalist, too - the magazines, the books, and the newspapers as well, all shouting attention-grabbing titles, trying to entice the reader in with dramatic, intriguing pictures and cheap gimmicks. In part, he was disgusted, in part amused. He'd be doing these people a favour by taking their free will away.
Smiling faintly at the thought, he moved over to the newspaper stand and glanced over the front pages of the five or so different papers there. One of them was highly promising - its headline read, "Third Murder Discovered".
He glanced over at Logan, then looked back at the paper and picked it up, checking its price and opening the pages for a moment. Then he folded it back up, and moved closer to the stand, as if to put it back in place. Smoothly, he folded it again, making it into a thin strip, and, quite simply, pocketed it. The trenchcoat's pockets were deep enough for the whole paper, and, folded as it was, it didn't change the shape of the coat.
It was that easy.
So Monsieur le Vicomte walked back out of the shop.
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Post by Ru'Thor on Sept 13, 2006 15:12:49 GMT -5
OOC: Done. But, um... it still sucks. IC Logan's conversation with the man behind the counter was going quite well. "I'll be sure to take the address off the mailing list," the shopkeeper said apologetically, while Logan watched the Vicomte leave the shop out of the corner of his eye. "I'm sorry for the mix up." Assuring him that it was really okay, and, "She just wanted me to make sure," Logan excused himself, pushing the door open and slipping back outside. Sorry, Mom. No more Better Homes and Gardens .Letting the door close behind him, he glanced around for the Vicomte, stepping away from the windows.
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Post by Lali on Sept 25, 2006 5:20:29 GMT -5
Cade was waiting in the Source Cafe with as much patience as he could muster. Sipping occasionally at a glass of orange juice, leaning back in his chair, looking utterly relaxed as he glanced around the place and returned his gaze to the door, it was barely noticeable that the plastic bag under his table was pressed against his leg, and every now and again he would move a little, just to hear the plastic rustle and reassure him that it was all still there. Nearly fifty minutes had passed since he'd rung the slayer, and he'd been at the cafe for the last twenty, just to make sure that he didn't miss her when she arrived. It wouldn't be too much of an exaggeration to say that he was more than a little nervous. He glanced at the clock again. Five minutes left. She'd never been late. But then she'd never been early, either. Sometimes he wondered if she lurked outside the meeting place until the precise time arrived. Banishing such frivolous thoughts, he took another sip of his orange juice and concentrated instead on what he'd need to ask her. She should be able to tell him the current projects of at least three of the other slayers, which would give him some insight into their attitude towards him, now they knew of his existence. With any luck she'd also be able to tell him how they'd found out about him. He'd have to give her a secondary contact among the others, as well. If anything happened to him, neither she nor the vampires would know how to get in touch with each other - and that would mean that the whole system he'd so painstakingly built up over the last couple of years would come crashing down around his cold, dead ears. Other such pleasant, optimistic thoughts occupied his mind as he sat and waited. The clock told him he had three minutes left. ~*~ The policewoman had been watching a certain house for the past half-hour or so. One of her three contacts had been kind enough to inform her that one of his three contacts had received an apparently innocent phone call from a man called Kyle. She'd pounced on the snippet of information like a starving cat pounces on an unwary mouse, and, when told that "Kyle" and the slayer had arranged a meeting, she'd been triumphantly certain that they'd found their leak. She hadn't honestly expected her underhand methods to pay off so quickly, but it seemed that quietly tapping as many slayers' home phones as possible had worked. Technically it was a criminal misuse of police equipment, but what the hell. She was hardly going to get fired, even if the non-slayers of the department did find out what she'd done. With the help of all her contacts, she was much too good at her job for that - they needed her. So she had gathered her three, who'd made their excuses and skipped out of their day-jobs for the afternoon, and waited outside the woman's house until she left. She and one of her colleagues followed their traitor every step of the way into town. The other two were already in position, staking out the Cafe, (pun most definitely intended, considering her rising good mood) and lying in wait for the vampire. This time he wouldn't get away so easily. Oh no. This time he was hers. ~*~ Ignoring Logan, the Vicomte wandered further down the street, passing a busy coffee stand. His hand snaked out and snatched an empty paper cup from the pile waiting to be used, and no-one appeared to notice. Moving on, he glanced back at Logan for a second before turning off the main street, down the first alley he came to. The boy would follow him - what other choice did he have? Try to survive alone? Hardly likely. But now he was prepared, and had everything he needed. Leaning against the wall casually, he held the cup in one hand and pulled out the newspaper, starting to read the front page story while he waited for Logan. He did so love anonymous publicity. OOC Different forms of the verb "wait" appear five times in this post, with at least four more alternative synonyms. Just thought you'd like to know. ;D
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Post by Ru'Thor on Sept 30, 2006 9:52:28 GMT -5
OOC: Nice. Random, but nice. ^_^
IC Well, that was flattering. Not a word said. Logan moved to follow the Vicomte down the street, slightly put out. The warning he'd recieved the night before had set him on edge, certainly, but it was still irritating to be ignored.
The young vampire ducked through the small crowd that flooded the coffee stand, side-stepping to avoid being bashed on the head by a large purse, and followed the Vicomte into the alley.
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Post by Lali on Oct 2, 2006 16:11:00 GMT -5
OOC Lots of French again! Whoot! Well, I say lots. I mean a short "Good, good," and a "No problem, yeah?" But hey. It's lots more than it has been recently. And it's vaguely a plot post! Whoo yeah! *dances*
IC "Ah," the Vicomte said with a smile as Logan arrived, as if he was genuinely pleased to see the boy. He straightened, and folded the paper again, putting it back in his pocket. "Bien, bien. You did well. We are a little better informed than before, and there is but a little more we must do before we move on."
He transferred the cup (which he'd been holding by one edge between his fingers) into his left hand, and reached with his right to the knife on his belt. Pulling the blade out calmly, he looked back at Logan, and told him, "I must insist we follow a blood ritual. You have no need to fear, it is quite simple. You drink a little of my blood, I drink a little of yours, and we both gain in strength and health. That is the benefit of drinking another vampire's blood."
He smiled warmly, not showing a trace of the fact that he was lying through his fangs, and said, "Pas probleme, oui?"
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Post by Ru'Thor on Oct 3, 2006 15:29:42 GMT -5
And… and be careful. Don’t drink his blood. Don’t let him know you know.
Almost before the Vicomte had finished his explanation, Logan remembered what Simon's warning the night before. This made it clear enough what he'd meant by it.
"Ah-" He took a quick step back, eyeing the knife uneasily. "I- I don't think-" Of course, his tongue would abandon him when he needed to do some quick talking. "No," came out abruptly and without his permission, and as soon as it had, he wanted to take it back. This wasn't the sort of quick talking he'd had in mind.
OOC: *sings* "Just say no, say no, say no, say no to peer pressure!" xD
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Post by Lali on Oct 5, 2006 14:48:20 GMT -5
OOC *hugs your post* Heehee. I have a plan. ^_^ Whatever you do, don't let Logan run away. IC The Vicomte's eyes narrowed, and, quietly, he repeated, "No?" His grip on the knife tightened, and he glared at Logan for a moment before, with an irritated hiss, he lowered the blade, snarling, "Ungrateful chien. I take you on, I give you help, I feed you, protect you, guide you! And you... You take my gift and you throw it back in my face!" Muttering a torrent of angry French, he half turned away, then appeared to force himself to calm down, looked up at the sky for a moment, and then turned back to Logan. He was still for a second or two, and then, watching the boy, he calmly cut his wrist open and let his blood drain into the cup. The wound started closing up quickly, and before long was completely healed. He held the cup out to Logan, face expressionless, and said, "Drink. I have told you there is nothing to fear."
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Post by Ru'Thor on Oct 5, 2006 15:13:37 GMT -5
OOC: Um... otay! *wonders what Lali's plan is* Monsieur le Vicomte has a nasty bit of a temper, doesn't he? He can borrow my emote mask. xD
IC Logan swallowed. Damn. He'd said it now, might as well keep going with it. "No," he repeated, his voice a little bolder. If that nutty one had warned him against something like this, Logan highly doubted that any sort of 'blood ritual' would do what the Vicomte said it would. So... "I know- I know what it's going to do. No."
Well, lying was getting easier and easier as he did it more and more often. But maybe if he seemed like he knew more than he did, he would have some more time to figure out how to avoid this whole thing. Hoping that his trembling hands weren’t noticeable, Logan met the Vicomte’s gaze unwaveringly, breath baited.
OOC: Ru's brain is not here at the moment, please leave a message after the beep. BEEEEEEP.
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Post by Lali on Oct 10, 2006 15:26:49 GMT -5
OOC *giggles* I'll suggest it to him. From a distance... I can guess what his reaction would be. And I'm now so tempted to keep you hanging for the plan for a little while that I'm going to drag it out a post or two. It's not even that wonderful a plan, I just like to reassure you that for once I know where I'm going with this... Apologies for badness of post. The nice start got deleted by my stupid computer, which depresses me. Miaow.
IC The Vicomte raised his eyebrows, looking sceptical.
"Oh, you do?" he asked softly, ignoring the seeds of doubt that had been sown. They, like the faint ringing in his ears, were unimportant. Smiling a little, he offered the cup to Logan again, saying, "Take it, then. If you know what it will do, why are you afraid?"
The buzzing in the back of his mind was beginning to increase, but he managed not to shake his head or frown. Everything depended on converting Logan, and he wasn't going to ruin that by letting anything distract him right now. The boy's unexpected refusal had slightly thrown his plans awry. He would have to be careful in case Logan decided to try and survive alone.
Though he was forced to grit his teeth in a small concession to the rising tide of chatter in his mind, he showed no outward sign of the problem, keeping the struggle entirely internal.
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