Post by Marcus Drago on Jun 13, 2014 18:42:40 GMT -5
"Where the fuck are you," Marcus uttered under his voice as both his brows burrowed down- almost covering his eyes. He looked around and witnessed everyone going about there day and enjoying this freezing continent. His body shook uncontrollably to try to fend out the chilling temperature, but all it did was cause his teeth to clatter against each other over and over again in a series of annoyance. His white skin grew pale as he stayed out in the cooling weather and his eyes grew furious as he waited. He was sitting outside a cafe at one of their tables that Marcus thought was just ridiculous. Who would want to sit outside this cold atmosphere for more than one second? The streets and sidewalk where filled with ice down to the crack and the people around here moved as fast to get into a warm area as the insects, if either of them didn't freeze to death first.
Marcus looked to his watch which had small clumps of ice on it and a huge fog blocking him from telling the time. He breathed his hot breath into the watch and noticed as some of the water particles turned into tiny ice particles and disappeared into the the air. He had waited over an hour in this cold and hellish air and couldn't wait anymore. Slowly he rose out his seat and fixed his blue coat he used to hide his wings. He made sure that his hood was tightly around his head so his ears could at least be a little bit warm and headed into the cafe. "Damn daemons of Rome sending me out here in the cold." Marcus was pissed that no one showed up. He had been sent here to prove his skills and had been stood up. He was already contemplating how many Daemons of Rome fucks he would kill.
Post by Alekzander Faustine on Jun 13, 2014 22:03:41 GMT -5
Alekzander was getting quite sick of chasing these beasts. How many months had it been since he had chased this pack of beasts across two different continents and now three countries? It had been to many months and he as determined to end this. He stretched slowly, rolling his neck causing the vertebra there to pop twice as they realigned in to their proper places and he chuckled. He was definitely ready to get down to business. These beasts where vicious pack hunters, and his companions had never been strong enough and had back out of the fight after seeing how truly dangerous these creatures where. Slipping in to a fleece jacket, then pulling thick pants over his long johns. Then he slipped his feet in to fleece lined snow boots, and he stood up and grinned. His fingers slowly wrapped around the hand guards of his two pistols. Custom made weapons, with dual side by side barrels capable of firing separately in an alternating manner or at the same time. He slid the weapons in to their holsters upon his hips and smiled.
Walking to the door he opened the portal and stepped out in to the biting cold. Most would call this cold bitter, biting, and horrible. He found it exhilarating. He suppose it all depended upon what you focused upon in life. He found the cold kept him upon his toes, almost forcing him to be on edge all the time. He rubbed his hands together and then slid them in to his pockets and began to walk through the town. He had everything he needed, except at least one other person to help him out with the hunt. Preferably he wanted two other people but at least one single other individual would work as well. He paused, looking up and down the street. Most people, here at least, treated the cold like just any other thing that they had to deal with other day. However one person was clearly not happy with the cold. He seemed to be shivering uncontrollably, and glanced down at his watch before standing up and rapidly moving inside a cafe. The male chuckled and slowly walked towards the cafe himself. Opening the door he stepped inside and looked about slowly.
He noticed the man, and slowly made his way through the cafe and found an empty table of three. He slid in to a sit and waited patiently until a large though pretty waitress approached. He gestured at her softly then smiled warmly. "I would like a hot tea ma'am. What are you flavors?" She looked at him smiling playfully back and listed their tea's off as her hand 'accidentally' brushed along his arm. He asked for a regular black tea with some cream and sugar, a small habit he had picked up from England when he had visited there. Then he leaned back in his seat and sat there, watching the entire room while using that as a discrete way to keep tabs upon the interesting man in his hood and cloak. That hood and cloak...it reminded him so much of somebody else he had meet twice before in his life.
Post by Marcus Drago on Jun 15, 2014 20:21:10 GMT -5
Marcus sat at the table and enjoyed the nice warm temperature inside the Cafe. He was pissed that the daemon of Rome member didn't show up, especially since he had the courtesy to fill out an application for the fucking faction. The daemon watched as a waitress flirted with a man in a fleece jacket. "Pathetic," he said to himself. Marcus knew that these women would try to hit on their costumers to get high tips. Play with their loneliness and desperate want for attention and you get what ever. The philosophies of whores made Marcus laugh. He simply gave her a smile when she walked over to the daemon and began trying the same trick on him. She brushed his arms and complimented on how muscular he was. She gave that fake, I am enjoying your attention laugh, then asked what he wanted.
"Never touch me again bitch and get me some Hot chocolate. Regular and no cream. If I find out that you spit in my cup I will come back there, find you, and kill you on the spot." The woman walked away with a flabbergasted look on her face. Satisfied, Marcus turned to the TV playing in the top corner of the room. There was some type of nature channel talking about how different packs of some type of animals where starting to storm into cities and scare the residents out of neighborhoods. They called them the Ahklut and it seemed as though these animals where having turf wars against each other and the people who lived here. Marcus chuckled at the thought of this. "I wonder if one could tame these beast." He thought of this challenge then brought about a large smile to his face.
Post by Giacomo D'Amore on Jun 16, 2014 4:31:05 GMT -5
Stepping into the cafe, Giacomo was relieved to see his charge sitting at a table. So, he waited. he thought to his self. This one needs to learn that patience is a one of the best weapons he can acquire. Used properly, it will open up about a hundred possible advantages against any target. With a smile, he met the gaze of a girl seated in a booth, the gesture making her blush. Giacomo, walked passed the girl's booth on his way to the man who the Daemons of Rome wanted him to train.
A few feet away from his "student", Giacomo realized that his lungs felt a bit heavy. This was due to the cold air he was breathing outside. He decided to change that. He took out his pack of Luckies, got a butt, put it between his lips and lit it. Giacomo took a big drag, held it in and exhaled a cloud of smoke that caused an obese man to cough in a seat Giacomo walked by. Cherishing the pleasure it gave him and the sense of relief it gave his lungs, he took another drag off the cigarette. Approaching the man who is going to be his apprentice from behind, Giacomo found it more necessary to alert him of his presence.
"It is nice to see that you've waited this long, mi amico." Giacomo said his manner and gestures friendly. "We are ready. si?"
Post by Alekzander Faustine on Jun 16, 2014 18:08:21 GMT -5
Alekzander watched intently as the female was rudely bullied by another patron, and he sighed. Poor waitresses, they always got the rough end of the stick. Always trying to please their customers, while hoping they would get a good tip cause their pay checks where so meager and pathetic anyways. He leaned forward, elbows resting upon the table before him and leaning forwards, his thumbs touching his chin and all his fingers steepled together. His eyes followed the gaze of the rude male, hooded male and his eyes alighted upon the television screen and the news cast that was being air. 'Ah yes,' he though to himself. He knew he couldn't have been the only one whom would could hunting the fabled beasts. However this man surely had not come alone. He looked fierce with his cloak and hood, dark in his brooding way but there was an air about him that just screamed...deamon. That's exactly what is screamed. Arrogant, aloof, cocky, and full of himself. However that wasn't always the case. He had meet several beings like that, however this one just had the style as well.
Alekz's eyes where down to the second male as he entered, watching as the new man walked along and light up a cigarette. His approach to the original male he had been tailing was all he needed to know. Two of them, working together and clearly against the akhults. Well then, it would appear that Alekz had found his companions. However, the question remained to be seen. Where they trust worthy enough to work along side, or should he hang about and come out at the last minute. His dealings with deamons had not been pleasant, on any of his previous encounters. He had been shoot at, his twin sister drugged and raped, then the deamon who had shoot at him and the deamon who had defiled his sister had moved off together before he could get the killing blow upon the defiling piece of scum. Oh, how that had irritated him. Daemons, the worst supernaturals he had come upon. Perhaps these two would change his mind about them? Perhaps they would simply reinforce it? At the moment, it didn't truly matter.
He waited for the lady to bring his drink, and he promptly took slipped a fifty dollar bill in to her apron pocket and took not only his drink, but the other one as well. He kissed her cheek then nodded in a clear motion for her to leave as he walked over to the other table. He stopped before it, then set the cup down and spat upon the table beside the cup. "There sir, you hot chocolate...with no spit inside it. You should learn to be less rude and more discreet. Your kind are hunted by many, daemon." He glanced up at the other male and nodded curtly. "You might end up with a bullet between your eyes or a knife in the back if your not more prudent. She simply doing her job and trying to scrounge a living in this icy wasteland. Don't treat her like dirt simply because of your discomfort."
Post by Marcus Drago on Jun 17, 2014 17:13:28 GMT -5
It appeared as though the next events was a test sent from his puppy dog God to see how many people he could kill in one day. Marcus stayed inside the cafe waiting for his damn drink when a smell of tobacco, or what smelled like tobacco, radiated throughout the entire room. The source, a man, walked up to Marcus and said words to him-calling him something in some sort of Spanish language. It took only one second to realize that this man was suppose to be the daemon of Rome fuck who would evaluate him.
"Either the daemons of Rome have a reputation of being-" Marcus looked up and down the mysterious man,"-horribly late, or you really wish to teach me patience. Considering what you just said, I would go with answer choice B. In that case, did I pass with flying colors?" He then turned his attention back to the TV. It was showing pictures on what the Ahklut beast looked like, they were decent drawings."Or shall we get down to the real reason we are in this cold hell." Marcus was also testing the man. Seeing if the teacher could actually handle the daemons words. If not, then Marcus would leave this hell and forget that the daemons of Rome even existed."That is, of course, you don't have the very thing that you tried to force upon me just now. If not, then leave me to my damn television and don't waste my time."
Before the daemon could say more, a man in a ugly fleece jacket placed what seemed to be a cup of regular untouched hot chocolate on the table. Though what really drew Marcus attention to him was the spit he seemed to place near it."There sir, you hot chocolate...with no spit inside it. You should learn to be less rude and more discreet. Your kind are hunted by many, daemon." That word caused Marcus to turn his head back to the TV as the man continued,"you might end up with a bullet between your eyes or a knife in the back if your not more prudent. She simply doing her job and trying to scrounge a living in this icy wasteland. Don't treat her like dirt simply because of your discomfort."
Marcus had listened to every word this man had said and gave a small chuckle to himself. This amused the daemon for some reason. He slowly reached inside his coat to pull out a shuriken and placed it on the table gently. If nothing happened then Marcus would take a sip from the hot chocolate the man so nicely decided to bring over. That is what the man was after all, nice. His threats, his warnings, they were nothing but threats and warnings. A dog barking his ass off for attention.
The daemon looked around the room and noticed the waitress blushing at the sight of the man in front of him."Congratulations," Marcus said not even looking at the man,"you proved to everyone in this cafe that your man enough to get some waitress pussy. Now leave my presence." The amused daemon then turned to the puppy in front of him- staring him in the eyes,"unless you wish to place the bullet between my eyes or the knife in my back. In that case, I am waiting. I might even enjoy not looking at the sight of your pathetic face."
If the man did anything to Marcus while he spoke, then he would simply react. What ever the man did, someone would most definitely end up dead today.
Last Edit: Jun 17, 2014 18:06:56 GMT -5 by Marcus Drago
Post by Giacomo D'Amore on Jun 18, 2014 14:53:03 GMT -5
Late? Me? Giacomo thought. This young one may find several faults of mine if he tried to look deeper into it. But he'll find that being late isn't one of them. He continued musing as he observed this Daemon who was brash and seemed to be a few pushes short of losing it. His apprentice was currently verbally abusing someone who, from the looks of him, was an employee of the establishment and was trying to be casual with his threats disguised as a warning. Giacomo acted oblivious to what was happening between the two men in front of him as he, as most of the people would see him do, focus on the television. It was now showing a rather detailed drawing of an Ahklut.
Giacomo's concentration on the illustration being shown on the television was overridden by a line the employee spoke. "Your kind are hunted by many, daemon." the man spoke. Faking difficulty in lighting another cigarette, Giacomo executed a series of quarter turns that allowed him to gauge every person in the room for anything that would count as an immediate threat, calculating their distances and platted several avenues of attack he could use. The only person that looked as if he'd, at the least, put up a fight against him was nursing a cup of tea. When Giacomo returned his focus to the table where his student was seated, a shuriken, just sitting there in a non threatening manner, was on top of it. Ah! The lines have been drawn then.
His Student said something about his being a man, his ability to get stimulated vagina and aim an insinuated, although not so discreet, threat at the cafe employee who early on did the same thing. Giacomo decided that he needed to come between them before things got ugly. Addressing the man in a very "professional" manner; his Italian accent thicker than usual. "My friend, let us forget the transgressions of my associate here. You have to understand, we are not used to this cold you have here and it has also been a tough day regardless." Giacomo shrugged and opened his jacket just enough to show the several throwing knives he had concealed in sheathes that were easy for him to take them out of. Speaking with a bit more finality, Giacomo continued "Besides, it is in your best interest to just leave us be for the duration of our stay in your beautiful establishment. Capisci?"
Post by Marcus Drago on Oct 25, 2014 8:35:35 GMT -5
Marcus looked towards Giacomo with much amusement. The daemon in front of him was a bad ass, no doubt about it, and would probably do great things in the future. However, Marcus no longer felt that he wanted to be apart of this mans life or join the daemons of Rome. The process for being accepted was extremely long and troublesome for his time. Instead of freezing his ass off, he could be doing some work for money, and he would probably earn a lot. Marcus sighed then leaned forward, taking the cup next to the spit and drinking it. He took his dagger and placed it in his jacket, then began speaking, "I am sorry for my behavior, now can you please leave us." His words sounded like he was not apologetic, and was just saying such to make the man leave.
Whether the stranger did leave or not, Marcus would exit out of his seat then look Giacomo straight in the eyes. "I don't think the daemons of Rome is a good place for me to store my crazy. I am a killer, been that way since I killed my father. The daemons do not want me, they do not need me." He took one last sip of his cup before placing it back on the table then leaving the building.
