The Inevitable ((OPEN))

[Diederich]

((Alright, I'm going to give a shot at this. I haven't been on a proboard in a very long time, but I do roleplay regularly. Here goes!))


Boxes on top of boxes, this move was inevitable. If she would have stayed in Attica, there would have been undoubted suspicion among the townsfolk. The German did not age, and did not change her ways. There were reasons for that.

Aside from boxes, there were lines of vintage and elaborate scroll furniture which was obviously aged. Something that a normal antique shop or flea market would not even begin to think of having. History had been hiding behind everything that she'd owned. These were her last fragments of her memories and history. Paint had been chipped, gouges from previous moves, and even scratches from various breaks and repairs. She'd not let these things vanish into thin air. She took care of these things.

Sybille had chosen a home that was relatively small on the very outskirts of the city that reminded her of things that she'd once been used to. The home was old, and needed some work, but that didn't stop her nevertheless. It was an unwanted home, by many, but that was the exact thing that she loved about it. She did not like to be bothered.

Her hands traced the wood, as she walked through the hall of her home. She had come to the decision that she would go out tonight to have a drink. An exploration of her new city was in order.

Slipping into a tight pencil skirt, with a blouse tucked into said skirt; her makeup, hair, and outfit blended seamlessly together. If a human were to encounter her, they wouldn't even have known what she truly was. Though, most didn't anyway unless they were able to sense the dark energy that surged inside of her. Like all creatures, she simply had an angel and a demon.

Striding barefoot to the door, her bright red toes were curled at the sudden coolness of the wooden floor. Scanning the entrance, she dove into a cardboard box for just the right pair of heels. After a few moments of digging, she found her treasure, her favorite stilettos. Slipping them with ease onto her feet, her platinum blonde curls had fallen over her shoulders as she gave herself one last study before she left. Lifting one leg, simply to look underneath her heel, she smirked at the bright red that covered the underside of the heel. The most poisonous hint to her undetected demonic aura, the heels were in resemblance to a black widow. Beautiful, but deadly.

Feeling satisfied with herself, she slung her clutch purse over her shoulder and made her way into the city, ready for anything that would come her way.

[Duke Bippwatt]

(Hmm, this could be interesting. Toss a 20 century old vampire, a 10 century old druid and a 1 century old demon together in an RP. See what comes out.)

Harris kept his eyes locked ahead of him as he walked toward the market. Fragarach was strapped to his back, but camouflaged under a druidic binding. Few, if any, would be able to see it.

He became distracted by a passing falcon, not paying attention to where he was going. He walked right into the woman turning onto the street.

"Oh, my lord and lady. I am so sorry. I wasn't watching where I was going."

The woman in front of him wore a blouse of fine material, tucked into a pencil skirt. Her high heels were stylish, not sl*ty. But Harris most noticed her eyes. Her pure blue irises seemed hardened by time and experience, but she looked no older than twenty-five.

He brought his awareness to bear and saw faint dark bindings between her and...something, but he could tell that it wasn't good.

Oh, hell. He always was a sucker for a lady in distress.

"Are you okay?", he asked, genuinely concerned.

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[Diederich]

Sybille stumbled slightly when she was ran into. A slight annoyance ran by her, but she knew better. This city was occupied by different individuals than what she was used to. She had to make "friends", to better avoid any suspicion. Humans were always suspicious, nosey even. She wasn't too terribly good at dodging them either.

Those light blue eyes simply studied him for a moment. Then, as if on cue, she simply cracked a small smile and bowed her head to the individual she bumped in to. "I'm fine I assure you, your concern is quite warming really", she said, her voice thick with a genuine German accent though it was evident that she had spoken English for a while, even though the accent was laced into her voice.

She spoke properly, as if from another time, but little did the stranger know that she was. But, she guarded that secret close to her heart.

((This should be lovely! Nice to meet 'cha!))

[Duke Bippwatt]

(Likewise! Hope you enjoy it here!)

Harris smiled at the sound of her voice.

"Sprechen Sie Deutsch?", he said easily, his tongue rolling around the German syllables with the ease and experience that only a native speaker could have.

"Fräulein, Sie sind ein Hauch von zu Hause."

He returned to English, not a hint of German accent in his voice. "I'm afraid I'm somewhat out of practice. I don't think I've spoken German in, oh, a few hundred years."

He smiled again and picked up her purse, which had fallen to the ground, and gave it to her.

He wondered for just a second if she was older than her appearance indicated...but then cleared his head of the notion. He was being paranoid now.

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[Diederich]

She seemed astonished that he knew her mother tongue. It wasn't often that she found someone that could speak it so well. Normally, people would attempt and butcher the language in an attempt to impress her. Needless to say, she was far from impressed.

"Very", was all that she said in acknowledgement to his German. She didn't speak her mother tongue unless she needed to.

The loyalty to herself was strong. Stern enough, she'd never tell her secret unless she used it. Casually smoothing out her blouse, and skirt, she carefully took her purse from his grasp. Opening it for a moment, only to take a brief note of everything she had; lipstick, powder, wallet, and her antique cigarette case with a WWII era swastika. The clasp found it's way closed again. Everything she had seemed to be aged in some way, aside from the clothing on her back.

[Duke Bippwatt]

Harris caught, for just an instant, the flash of lipstck and cigarette case. The lipstick was familiar. An old German brand from the 1940's era. And the cigarette case was...nearly identical to the one in his inner coat pocket, though it held rifle ammo, not cigarettes.

He suddenly wondered. He pulled out his case, opened it, keeping it faced toward him. " Oh, um Gottes willen. No cigarettes...but I got a lighter...Fräuline, would you happen to have a cigarette that you could spare?"

Snapping the front shut and holding his own case up, displaying a far more beatup case. Nearly all the black enamel on the swastika had fallen off and it had one dent that was very large on the back.

Either much older or in the way of harm much sooner than was normal...

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[Diederich]

The German simply looked at him with her icey blue eyes. Though, she'd simply nod her head, and took the metal case out of her purse. The bright red swastika had been polished to perfection, as had the rest of the case.

She wasn't shy about how her case looked to other passersby, this case had meant a lot to her. It was something her old lover had given to her. Something she'd never let go of. Taking out a cigarette, she handed one to him after lighting it between her lips, her own lipstick staining the end of it. She'd soon enough light one of her own. Taking a small drag off of the sweet tobacco, she blew the excess smoke in to the air.

"They are very strong", she'd simply state as she took another drag.

[Duke Bippwatt]

Carefully, Harris streched out his senses and found the lipstick on the end of the cigarette. Nothing in it. He hadn't expected to find anything, but one doesn't live long with out a modicum of paranoia.

He muttered a binding under his breath as he put the cigarette up to his lips and the lipstick vanished, falling off the cigarette in a fine red dust.

He took a drag off the cigarette, held it for a second, then, removing the cig from his lips, chuffed slightly, blowing out a perfect ring.

He shook his head. "Old habit...my teacher taught me how to do it and I never stopped.", he said, pointing at the fading ring.

He shook himself. "Anyway...very sorry to have held you up. Hope you have a-"

It was that very moment that the fairies decided to strike.

The first pair slid down a rooftop and another pair jumped out from behind a dumpster.

Harris saw the woman dart a look at the movement...and at that moment he knew his suspicions had been right. She wasn't a normal. She had some of the supernatural around her.

He knew because these faries were glamoured to be invisible. Only people, like himself or the woman next to him, who had some extrasensory ability could see them.

"Gott verdammt Attentäter!", he muttered. Then he reached up to the camouflaged hilt of Fragarach on his back This still couldn't be seen by either the assassins or the woman because the camouflage was a binding which bound the appearance of the surroundings to the surface of the sword and it's scabbard.

He drew the blade and it scraped metallically as he brought it out. "If you have a blade of iron or steel, that's your best weapon against their kind.", Harris advised the woman. "Be careful. Their own blades are likely poisoned."

Suddenly, another four pairs crawled out of their hiding places and the duo quickly found themselves facing against a dozen fey...

"This could be bad."

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[Diederich]

Her eyes studied Harris, as he seemed to study the lipstick before placing the cigarette to his lips. She wondered what went through his head in tat moment. Taking another puff of her cigarette, she blew the excess out into the air once more, before dropping the rest to the ground.

Watching the ring float away, she'd simply look off into the distance, but then something caught her eye. A tinge of something moving, her eyes moved to look at whatever had glimmered their way. Apparently, there were creatures. Creatures that she'd never seen before. They were strange to her, and she'd simply dive her hand into her jacket that had been over her outfit.

Listening to him, she didn't have a blade with her. But she did have a gun. Pulling the Mauser pistol from her coat, she'd point it at the odd creatures, not a tinge of fear or emotion in her eyes, she'd began shooting. Her marksman skills were uncanny, as she'd shoot her targets without a second thought.

Not a word escaped her though, this was business now.

[Duke Bippwatt]

Harris winced as her gun came out. "Please tell me the bullets are iron jacketed. Cause if not, they aren't going to do much."

He reached out a hand and spoke a word which sounded like...Swahili, maybe. The binding took affect instantly. The earth under the first four fey's feet softened and they sunk into it up to their knees before it solidified again, trapping them.

He watched as two fey screamed themselves to dust. Apparently, those bullets were jacketed in iron.

Two more came up close and her swung his blade, looking to both the faries and the woman like he was swinging a fist. The blade bit down into the first fey's shoulder, the mere contact with the cold iron in the blade blackening the flesh. With a mutter of Swahili again, Harris pulled the blade out, and then suddenly slagged. Oh, yeah. His reserve was basically empty. He kicked off his sandles and took a step into the grass in front of him. Power welled upward and he felt refreshed. His strength returned and he swung again, this time beheading the fey he attacked.

Fragarach's ability to cut through anything in a single slice meant that nothing the fey did could stop his strikes. When one came up with a shield made of a ceramic armor plate, like the kind they used on tanks these days, he knew the woman's gun wouldn't do crap to that guy. He was proven right when she fired a pair of shots and it only left two smears of lead on the surface.

"Don't. We got lucky with those two shots. They might ricochet off. Those Mausers have a lot of power in them." He apprased the situation. The last three were turtled up behind the forth with the large tower shield.

Harris rushed in, his speed and stamina incredibly high thanks to the gift of the Earth. He rose his blade high, his feet flying across the grass. He brought the blade down with all the strength and speed he had, which was considerable. The blade blurred as it clove with ease straight through the length of the shield, from top to bottom, cutting through the farie's arm as well.

The man-suddenly-revealed-to-be-a-warrior lifted the sword up with the same speed and did a hexdruple backflip, ending facing toward the woman-revealed-to-be-a-crack-shot. He hit the ground running.

"Take 'em!" With the shield man down, she should be able to plug the three remaining no problem. Suddenly, he realized his blade was still camouflaged, so this entire time it probably looked for all the world like he was doing some kind of badass martial arts where you totally f*cked your opponent up without even touching him.

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