Post by Zelozelos Acheron on Sept 22, 2011 15:16:07 GMT -5
She rounded the corner and skidded to a halt. Her nostrils flared as she took in the scent of the man sitting in her living room. She grinned and shook her head flouncing to the fridge and flinging it open. Grabbing out a glass jug of milk and packages of various fruit, she placed them on the counter humming an outdated lullabye, before she opened the freezer and pulled out two quarts of vanilla ice cream. She set them on the counter as well, before pausing, looking around. Saylein had been the last in the apartment. They shared various ownings around the globe, Saylein had been the last in his particular residence. The apartment was well decorated, with a very artistic African type feel. Animal patterns accented a majority of things; deep red-browns, black, and cream colors filled the place. The kitchen was the bright room of the house, the twins did love to cook and bake. Various pictures filled frames around the place. In the living room, beside the lamp a 5x7 wooden frame sat with three people in it. Two women, One was on the others back holding a device of some kind which was pointed off into the distance like she was making a war cry, the other held a large bright smile on her face, while a male with deep brown hair planted an obviously sloppy kiss on her smiling face. The woman looked identical, and exactly like Zel. Zel scowled as she dug through cupboards before she stormed to the phone on the wall slammed the numbers and held it to her ear. She pouted as she waited for an answer before the line picked up. "Blender." The single word Hung on the air as she stared at the contents of the counter. A reply came through the phone that made Zel's face turn red. No, it wasn't a blush. More talking through the phone and Zel set it on the table walking to the hall closet and swinging it open. She grabbed out a box with a big red ribbon on it, her eyes sparkling as her face lit up like a child at Christmas. She skipped to the table and picked up the phone speaking into it. "You know me all too well sister." She spoke, her face however dropped as she listened into the receiver. "What did that mutt say?" She hissed, before looking towards Dev...er...polite English guy? A question filled her eyes before they darted up to the corner of the ceiling. She jabbed the speaker phone button before a voice sounded across the room, Zel stalking across and climbing the chair Dev was sitting in balancing herself on the back and the arm, she reached for what she saw before a voice spoke. "Vistor sitting in the chair, feel free to knock her off. I paid good money for the security system she is about to ruin." A female voice, identical to Zel's spoke, before Zel grumbled and finally grasped her fingers around the camera, before yanking hard, ripping the device out of the ceiling, wires and all, falling back onto the floor with an echo'ing thud and a cackle. "That'll show you." Zel said with a laugh. The voice sighed, followed by a deep muffled voice. Zel twitched and looked at the phone. "Shut up flea bag." Zel yelled at the phone rolling and standing up. "Trowa is right Zel, its merely for safety sake. The world is becoming more advanced, you need to be more careful." The female voice spoke, Zel scoffed. The male voice spoke in the background and Zel growled. "Atleast I don't lick my own-" Zel had started to say before the voice on the phone yelled. "Enough! If you two want to keep bickering like a married couple then fine! You marry him!" The phone being chucked, and caught sounded as Zel's face twisted up into disgust. "Now you've pissed her off." The male voice came on clear, before Zel let out a slow breath. "Go, beg or something. That's like a natural skill for you dogs." Zel spat out. A deep canine growl emitted from the speaker. "If you weren't Say's sister I'd have killed you already, your lucky she won't let me." The voice said, Zel rolled her eyes, before moving towards the receiver. "She must like you a lot then, all her other men she let try to kill me. I have to say she has good taste...they've all tasted well with some fava beans and a nice chianti. You though might be stringy...gonna have to get rid of you the old fashion way....with a shovel." She snickered out before hanging the phone up. She chuckled and rubbed her head looking at the ribboned box. "Why'd you have to marry a werewolf?" She asked the box, before looking back at Dev. She held up the camera. "I hate it when she spies on me." She tossed the camera onto the table and ripped open the box pulling out a brand new blender. She marched to the counter plugged it in and began filling the jug with ice cream, fruit and milk. Replacing the lid she turned it on, before grabbing three glasses filling it with the fruit shake and bringing one to English guy. She handed it to him and then slid Cag's to the end of the counter. She took a sip of hers. "There are plenty of beds, two other bedrooms on top of mine. You each can take one. Unfortunately only one working bathroom, the other met an....er...untimely demise." Yeah the untimely demise of a frisky werewolf being locked in during a full moon.
Cag's eyes narrowed as Zel told him not to say anything about paying, but his hand non-chalantly left a rather hefty tip of almost twenty dollars upon the table. The girl deserved it with putting up with them. He almost didn't comment upon the fact his number was written upon the paper beneath the bill as he got up and followed Zel and Dev out of the bar. He knew long before Zel shoved Dev against the wall. They where being followed. A scent continued to waft over him, and foot steps never faltered almost directly behind him and slightly to his left. What he was not expecting was Zel's reaction.
As the whip sailed past his head, Cag didn't flinch, knowing Zelozelos wouldn't hit him. Weight shifted behind him, and noise as the man grunted. As Zel pressed against him slightly, relieving him of his blade, the attacker from behind slammed into Ca'guuror's back. Right into his sheathed katana. In the sudden commotion, the snapping of bone went unnoticed as the man's nose shattered and his head jerked up along the sheath. However, Cag was not finished with him. A single arm looped upwards, behind himself and around the assailant's neck. A flexing of muscles and a mild shift of his own weight, and Cag lifted the man bodily off his feet and up and over his head. The assailant slammed into the ground on his back, and a trickle of blood dripped from the corner of his lip. Cag moved on, not even caring if the man was alive or dead. After that, he was out of commission, and that was all that matter.
Two sets of foot steps. Behind him. His ears twitched slightly, judging the distance. Perhaps four, no five and a half feet. One set of foot steps, light and quicker moved towards him upon his left. Holding his ground, back still turned, Cag didn't move until....NOW! He stepped to the right, two short hopping steps as the new assailant was almost directly behind him. His arm raised up at the exact same time, open palmed and with fingers together almost as if he was pointing with his entire hand straight to his left. But he was instead he allowed the man to slammed his own throat it the thin, hard unyielding edge of his hand. Bone crushed beneath Cag's hand as he cloths lined the being, and being semi-merciful Cag decided to simply kill the assailant rather then let whoever it was suffer the next three minutes and suffocate to death.
His hand turned down, grasping the collar of the shirt as he spun, jerking the man as he could now see around. Cag was now facing the third assailant, a very large man while holding the second smaller one's back against his chest. His left hand released the man's collar, slipping up and grasping the man's cheek, almost at his ear, while his right hand slipped behind his neck and grasped almost the same spot. Sneering at the third man, Cag jerked brutal, and the small man's head in his hands twisted. A loud crack sounded, and Cag released the man, stepping to the left and forwards as the body collapsed upon the street.
Cag slowly moved towards the third and last man. The guy held himself well, not like a show off or crazy fighter. He held a ready stance as his hand slid to his belt, pulling a wicked looking dagger from a sheath. Sliver, it looked like. Not going to work against Cag, but against vampyres it would. Smiling, Cag simply lifted his hand up, and crooked a finger at the man, motioning for him to come on. The larger man lunged, slashing the blade toward's Cag's chest but in mid-slice he changed directions, aiming to slash Cag's stomach now.
Cag brought his right fist down on the flat of the blade, knocking it away from his body. His left fist flashed out, to knocking the other man's arm away from his chest, to leave the man open for a brutal palm strike to the solar plexus. But the man was fast, jumping backwards to avoid the strike to his own arm. He whipped his arm back, and drove the point of the dagger towards Cag's heart where his arm was. Not having the amount of time to actually dodge the attack, Cag grunted and shifted his hand slightly.
The blade pierced through the flesh, erupting from back of Cag's hand. Blocking the pain from his mind, he wrenched the knife from the man's hands by twisting his impaled hand violently. The man was startled slightly, but instantly lunged forward, his hands jerking up and wrapping around Cag's throat. Gasping for air, Cag's vision swam at the strong fingers squeezed his throat. He already knew he couldn't pry them off. Instead, he brought both his fists down, clenching them together tightly. Then he swung them up together in tandem, slamming them into the man's elbow, dislocating the joints and sending his hands flying upwards. As he did this, his right foot came up and snapped out, slamming directly into the man's chest, sending him flying backwards into the concrete wall behind him, and through the other side as the force of the kick sent the man smashing through.
Grunting, he jerked the blade from his hand examining it. The blade was oddly shaped, with one major double sided blade in the center about four inchs long. Three small one inch prongs protruded from each side, forming a bit of a triangle around the main blade. He ran his finger along the weapon, eyeing it. It looked less and less like a dagger now, and more like something else. He slipped it into his pocket, smirking as a thought when through his mind. ~You keep what you kill~
Kneeling, he ripped a large strip from a fallen man's shirt, bandaging his hand and standing up as Zel reappeared in panther form. Following her quickly, he leap the five feet up and grabbed the ladder, dragging it down with his body for them to climb. He followed her up, and when she opened the window for him, he stepped in, smirking. His eyes roved her naked form, completely enjoying the view. He had seen it a few times, and it was always more then pleasing to his eyes.
He followed her into the kitchen, and watched her with amusement. As she got in the arguement with her sister and brother in law, he couldn't help but laughing. However, the werewolf's comment about killing her cut his laughter abruptly, and he stalked to the speaker, sneering in to it with a rather brutal, disgusting voice.
"Good luck...."
Then he spun away, and walked back into the Zel's bedroom. He paused here for several seconds, taking a deep breath and sighing. He decided he would get the rest of the camera's from Zel's house. He had spotted at least three more, and there where probably more. He leap up, snagging the camera from the corner of the room, and ripping it from the ceiling as well. He walked back out into the living room, setting it upon the counter with the other. He then methodically removed the others, one more in the living room, this one hidden behind the curtain. The finally one was hidden in the hallway to the front door. He ripped this one almost out, but left the wires connected. He held the camera to his face, smirking into it. He blew it a kiss, then smashed it with his fist. He brought it in as well, dropping it next to the other three and grasped the glass Zel had tossed him.
He flopped down upon the couch, sipping on it. It energized him slightly, full of sugar and nutrients. His hand was still bleeding profusely, but he didn't pay any attention. Instead, he fished out the weapon he had swiped, and began to look it over. Intricate designs where etched into each blade, things he couldn't understand or know about. It didn't matter. What did interest him was the groove between the base of the blade and the handle. He inspected it, and as he rolled it, his finger accidentally depressed a secret button. The blade dropped away from the handle upon a length of thin, flexible chain. He blinded in surprise. This was no dagger, but a whip. He looked closely at the chains. Each was covered with small backwards facing razor like hooks. Once something was wrapped up in this chain, it was stuck there. Unless it was shredded or a toss of the whip forwards freed it. How interesting indeed. He looked, up, smiling. He sighed and nodded to Dev, who Cag had known gotten their safely from his scent when they had climbed in the windows. His gaze then went to Zel, and he smiled.
Post by Zelozelos Acheron on Sept 23, 2011 8:23:06 GMT -5
She watched Cag remove cameras and snickered shaking her head. "Say Say is gonna disown her Caggy." She sing songed, as he returned from blowing a kiss to the last camera. She watched from the kitchen as Cag moved to the living room, sitting down and discovering a new weapon. Her eyes widened at the whip, a euphoric smile plastered on her face. She walked into the living room before glancing down at the floor. She looked at Dev, her eyes scanning along his body, searching for something before she moved to Cag, her eyes roaming down his body. She spotted his hand and scowled. "Your getting blood on my carpet you nitwit." She grumbled setting her glass down, however it was concern that covered her face. She moved to Cag, sitting down next to him, before pulling his hand into her lap. She untied his makeshift bandage and let it fall into her lap, bloodying her jeans. She looked at Cag, before sighing. "Why do I always have to heal you?" She asked, but it wasn't in her snarky attitude, but a soft gentle voice, one not often heard from Zel, and even so one who only a few people had heard before. Saylein, being one; Selena, a once dear friend to Zel; and Cag. Selena accused Zel of having split personalities, but knew that Zel's tough outer shell was so no one would get in, so she wouldn't care. She looked lazily at Cag before shaking her head slightly. She pulled her hair up away from her face, and cupped his hand in both of hers. Closing her eyes, she concentrated her power. She felt it build in her gut, then she forced the energy up her body and down her arms to Cag's hand, where a soft glow edged the wound. The skin began to knit back together, prickling like a limb that had fallen asleep. Once she was finished she moved, kneeling on the floor before tearing his pants, from just above the wound and down. She didn't look at his expression as her hands covered the wound and she repeated the process, pulling out the infection first, then sealing the wound. The bone healed first, the scratches from the bullet. That would be painful, she could heal, but not take away pain from some wounds. Next the muscle began to weave together like a basket, followed by the skin, leaving a soft pink mark like a new scar. She let out a slow breath once she had finished and sat back on her heels. She looked at Dev over her shoulder. "Are you injured anywhere?" She asked, blindly reaching for her shake, grabbing it and chugging it, her face paleing from the exertion of energy.
Post by Devereaux Rise on Sept 23, 2011 19:22:42 GMT -5
Normally, Dev would have laughed everything going on, starting with the phone-argument, to the camera search, to their interesting electronic disposal method. But as Henry, Dev just decided to sit in his chair and trace the other shape shifters as they went, smirking from under the slanted shadow of his hat.
When he received his drink, Dev, or Henry brushed his thumb and pointer finger to the rim of his hat in a lazy tip. “Well, I must admit, that was rather entertaining.” He announced when everyone was seated. Dev had decided to even put in the effort to change his voice and speak with an accent, just for the fun of it.
“I’m just fine, so don’t mind me, you two lovebirds.” Dev joked, propping his elbow on the armrest of the chair and resting his chin on it. “But maybe you guys should get a room before you make my innocent Brit eyes bleed. Then you’ll have to perform laser eye surgery.” He added, this time returning to his own voice. “Hope you don’t mind the act. I do this when I get bored.”
{OOC: Sorry it’s so short…I’m really busy, but I wanted to make sure I replied}
Post by Zelozelos Acheron on Sept 28, 2011 18:53:45 GMT -5
She nodded when Dev confirmed he wasn't injured, but she raised a brow at the mention of love birds. She grinned. "Ah, there are no love birds here....but there was that one time at this Moonlit pub, it involved a lot of wax, rope, and a turkey. Phew that was a good night" she exclaimed jumping forward and wrapping her arms around Cag's neck, before snaking her legs around his waist. She pulled him close and leaned in. "Awww Caggy....I wuv ju soooo much." She coo'd obnoxiously. She laughed and fell backwards literally, off of his lap, rolling to the floor and standing her hands to her waist. She smiled and shook her head lightly. "When you have lived as long as I have, you learn from.experience that you can't love and bear to lose it over and over." She said softly, her smart Ass tone fading as she moved towards the window. She stood there watching out the window before turning around to face the two men. "I bid you goodnight fair gentlemen, for in the morning we will embark, a know a good gentleman who knows a lot of information." She said before pushing off the wall and leaving the bed room. She closed her door, before sliding out of her jeans and pulled on dance shorts, before moving to the window, opening it and climbing up the fire escape to the roof.
Up there was her paradise. A large complex obstacle course and a large square bamboo floor, surrounded by grey cases. She moved to one end of the obstacle course, stretching her long limbs before bouncing a bit on the balls of her feet. Plan black sneakers were on her feet, as she dove in to the course. She low crawled, scaled walls, climbed ropes, before landing at the finish panting. She bent over, her hands on her knees. The night air turned colder, her breath beginning to show.
Cag closed his eyes, sighing at the feel of Zelozelos' hands holding his as she healed him. The pain was marginal, more like a real bad itch then anything to be honest. He had dealt with far worse. When she healed his leg as well, he sighed ddeply, and almost relaxed against the chair he was sitting in. When she finished, he opened his eyes and looked at Dev, chuckling at the man's joke of lovebirds. His lips parted with a quick retort.
"Great meals they are. So tasty, wet and sweet. Like eating some sort of pie." Winking, he watched slightly as Zel left the room and claimed sleep her reason. Cag knew better. She was never in bed this early. He stood up, and pressed his ear to the door quietly. Hearing the window open, he nodded acceptance of his own knowledge, and opened the door. Stepping to her open window, he slipped the new daggerwhip into his belt, and swung out onto the windowsill. Change his fingernails into claws, he sank the sharp implements into the soft brick of the old wall, and easily scaled the building hand over hand, appearing over the edge just in time to watch Zel finish running her course.
Sighing, the male would step slowly forward, looking at her. Something was on her mind. That was apparent. She was trying to work it out. And hide it. And she was doing a very poor job of it. He knew her, to well probably. Slowly sliding the dagger whip from his belt, he fiddled with the weapon, and carefully spoke to his dearest, oldest friend.
"Zel, is something on your mind? You seem distracted a bit. And this? This is a very elaborate little exercise system you have set up. Perfect for working frustrations and angers out. I had a system to do the same back at my last hide out. So maybe we can talk this out. You know you could always trust me with anything."
He stopped, letting his soft words work on her. He stared at the intricate little weapon in his hands. A deadly combination. It could be used to grapple, to pierce, to slash, to wrap and choke somebody or flay their flesh from their bones. It was elegant, deadly, and not his style. He wondered what he should do with it. He glanced back up at Zel, and smiled slightly. Well, maybe there was something to do with it. Just not at this exact moment.
Post by Zelozelos Acheron on Nov 24, 2011 20:03:44 GMT -5
Her hands planted down on the flat of a board as she sprung herself over, Cag's presense on the roof noted. It wasn't until she reached a set of monkey bars that she pulled herself up and onto the top, her orange hues glancing down at Cag as she stood on two of the bar balancing with ease. Her hands went to her hips as she breathed heavily looking down at him with a slight smile. "Something wrong with me? No, never." She replied sitting down and swinging her legs off the edge. No, there was something wrong, and she knew Cag would work it out of her. They have been friends for years, and would continue as so. Her long black tresses, hung loosely about her shoulders as she pulled her hair out of it's tie, running her fingers through it to mess it up slightly. She eyed her friend a bit, before jumping down off the bars landing softly on the ground, before walking to the edge of the building and looking down as she leaned on it. "Have you ever wished you were normal Cag? I mean, could live a normal, human life?" She asked him before turning to face him leaning against the wall of the roof a bit her arms crossing over her chest.
