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Post by thecrimsonraven on Jun 18, 2009 17:13:20 GMT -5
Hazaar was rather oblivious to the goings on between the others. He'd finally found some sort of cutlery draw but was too preoccupied throwing around the tea spoons and forks that seemed to always be piled up as high as possible whenever a bread knife was needed. Still he managed his way out of it, pulling the knife with a gasp of victory. The bread knife was free...but no bread in sight. Not anything for that matter. the necromancer grumbled to himself as he made his way around the room looking from evidence of a light switch.
Feeling his way across the nearest wall, illuminated by nothing but the defused moonlight through rippled glass, Hazaar managed to find his way to the white box mounted aside the door frame. He flipped with switch with a clank that sounded out loud into the hall, but an empty exercise considering the lack of light even afterward. He gave off a blank stare. Flicking the switch a few more times, his face soon turned to a very unimpressed glare. On an ironically brighter note, he had managed to feel out the bread on his way over so he was quite pleased.
Tearing open the bread roll and throwing on a few slices of beef, Hazaar munched on the sandwich as he strolled back into the main church hall. He swallowed loudly, taking his time to get back to Lourick and David; giving them time to speaking in private.
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Post by david on Jun 18, 2009 19:48:09 GMT -5
"Well," David said quietly, trying to work it out in his head. "If I let them have their way," he motioned to the actuators, "I could have him killed and we could get out of hear and as far away from this "Ekidna" or whatever nonsense he spouted. But," David sighed wearily. "I'm very much finished with killing for one day. Leaving this place and finding a better haven might just be our best bet."
Heh, to think a church isn't even safe anymore, he thought to himself rather bitterly. The actuators saw no real reason why a church would be safer than a normal building, but did not press the matter. "Are you and your son all right? I mean, did either of you get injured?" The actuators even brought themselves to take a reading on both werewolves' conditions.
Master, why are you so concerned for these monsters? came the three voices, the top left having kept its seemingly worried "gaze" on Cory and his father. David seemed to flinch at the word "monster", and shook his head.
They are different. Just drop it. They did, but he knew they were not satisfied with the answer.
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Post by lourickbaker on Jun 18, 2009 20:21:44 GMT -5
"We're fine," Lourick replied in as sincere a manner as he could. The truth was that they were not fine, alright, or any other similar word. Both of them were devastated beyond belief, and this seemed to be the only man they had encountered that had even shown one stitch of such an emotion as concern. Despite Hazaar's apparent lack of immediate presence, though, both father and son still felt shaky about being here. "I just need to be in a place that I know my remaining son will be safe..."
At the sound of the word "remaining", the werewolf's vision began to cloud. He really hadn't meant to remind himself, and now that he had, there was little chance to forget it again. Sitting down heavily in a few just in front of David's, he turned around to face the man that had essentially saved them both at the risk of losing himself in the skirmish. "Sorry..." he muttered as soon as he had his composure together enough to speak somewhat firmly. "I seem to be expected to hold it together...and right now, I feel like doing anything but." His fingers threaded gently through Cory's hair, beginning to lull the smaller boy into troubled sleep that Lourick knew wouldn't come to him for days.
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Post by thecrimsonraven on Jun 21, 2009 4:39:07 GMT -5
Hazaar really was rather enjoying that sandwich, dry as it was. Some mustard would have gone down well and in hind sight he could have given the fridge a more thorough looking over; but he really didn't have the inclination to turn his back on these men again and go looking for it. Plus he'd walked to far already. finishing a large mouthful as he came up again to the hunter and werewolf; his gaze ping ponged back and forth between them, the little boy and the metal tendrils that studied him.
"So...yes. the power is out r they blew a fuse or something...oddly enough the fridge and stuff works on some separate generator. " He took his view away from the actuators and the curiosity they bred; instead turning away from them to look about the church. "For such a modern church they must have a lot of power problems." It was evident, at least to Hazaar, from the architecture that the place was old. It was more then likely redeveloped after many years of neglect. Being so close the the warehouse district often cause such things to disintegrate in prestige over time. He couldn't help but equate it with the human spirit. Which is why this hunter left him so nonplussed. He tossed himself into hellfire and nightmare maw, and for what? To lose his power, lose himself in a blaze of self sacrifice?
Myrtadom did not seem like this man's game. Still if his warning had sunk in at least one of their minds; he would have done his duty. Eventually the situation would take care of itself and he had little to concern himself with until the final stages. Taking another bite of his sandwich, Hazaar chewed slowly as he turned back to the scraven hunter, his 4 minions, and the melancholy father and son. Their misery was at least plastered up to see.
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Post by david on Jul 8, 2009 18:02:18 GMT -5
David could very well tell that the father and son were not fine, and having watched Lourick lose a bit of composure, it was a bit too obvious that he was lying. "I might know of a safe place, but, it is a long ways from here and I'm not sure how safe it is to go outside now." He turned his attention to the sound of footsteps as Hazaar came back to join them. The actuators buzzed in his head, making it hard for him to hear what the other was saying. The electricity was out?
With the weather outside and how late it was - without heat would be disastrous. Especially for a small child. The hunter got to his feet, his back and joints groaning their disapproval, but the actuators seemed to shift themselves for him to allow a more comfortable stance for the moment. "I'll take a look at the circuits in the basement." But then, he couldn't just leave Lourick and his son alone with this necromancer. He was not to be trusted. "I won't be long, but if either of you want to help, be my guest," he mentioned, before walking towards the basement door. The actuators kept their heads facing the others, never quite letting David turn his back on anyone.
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