Setting
This is Wing City's Main Street - the long expanse on which most of Wing City's attractions are situated. It is in pristine condition, with the sidewalks clean and the street freshly paved.
Main Street 1
This is Wing City's Main Street - the long expanse on which most of Wing City's attractions are situated. It is in pristine condition, with the sidewalks clean and the street freshly paved.
Minimap
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northeast |
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east |
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Main Street 1 is a part of 
Main Street.
1 Places in Main Street 1:
138 Characters Here
Tommy Belser [162] "I fix anything that is mechanical"
Sal Brasfield [132] "Don't be sad, come on, cheer up!"
Hunter Amoa [98] "...short-sighted men who in their greed and selfishness will, if permitted, rob our country of half its charm by their reckless extermination of all useful and beautiful wild things..."
Claire Erving [87] Can I help you?
Inkaraus [79] S-sorry! I-I didn't mean too!
Evelyn Shroud [78] Yes, I'm a demon, your point?
Aiya [77]
Milan Echols [76] "Inky is awesome, he has been protecting me for my whole life!"
Benny Pease [67] "I always thought that maybe ending it would be the best option...........it wasn't"
Jalisa Cabreros [64]
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Milo Rahal goes perfectly still at Lory's words ignoring Rage entirely as the shock sets in. It is his fault. His fault his twin had died. If only he had kept Lory under his control or killed her when he had the chance, then this never would have happened. Now his twin was dead, and he had only himself to blame truly. Still, he blamed Rage and Lory for their parts in it, knowing that he is not the one who struck the final blow. As Rage's words register, he looks up at the other vampire, his shock still evident. "My twin would not give up. You were too late. Both in stopping your dog and healing my twin." He states, the words empty, soulless.
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scanned the bustling street with a keen eye, looking over the crowd for any potential targets.
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but...vampires can't bleed to death xD
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no reason for us not to play a bit while we wait
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so. was ist die plan?
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Vampiric Rage would snort but with the intake of air he would smell her blood. though it did call to his hunger but he wouldnt bite her neck. right now it would of been a bad idea. the black aura around his body wouldnt die down but it wouldnt increase it was as if she was keeping it from growing as if she was keeping what ever was trying to come out from coming out. he growled at Milo his eyes trained on him..but he would start to calm down. he would not let himself be beaten by this. his eyes would start to bleed back to being crystal blue as the aura started to disapate and he seemed weak from what just happened and his mouth fell to Lory's neck his fangs returning to their pearly white state as he peirces her neck with his fangs causing that overwelming pleasure to course through her body as he fed each sip each drink he took of her blood would increase the amount of pleasure lory would feel in waves
Jaharin Naerys Mei'abel Jaharin really was having a good nap, too. Still miles upon miles out from her home in the mercenary training halls and with no coin in her pocket, the roof has made a comfy place to sleep. At least, until the people living under it knew she was there. That only happened once - like a trained mercenary would really let herself get caught. The only thing she's let herself do is run low on jobs. The ache in her belly commanded her to stop loafing and find a pocket to pick. Looking over the ledge, however, an entirely different scene unfolded. Three Vampires - one dead, one getting blood sucked from her neck, and one doing the sucking. She snorted a little. "And that's how babies are made, children," the mercenary muttered very silently under her breath. She felt her bandolier of poisons and potions against her breastplate, checked under her duster leather trenchcoat that every stake, dagger, sword and pistol was in place. Once assured, she waited in her spot to see how this would unfold.
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i wanna do DnD
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haha
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>> i told you all i had to go
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Vampiric Rage would snort but with the intake of air he would smell her blood. though it did call to his hunger but he wouldnt bite her neck. right now it would of been a bad idea. the black aura around his body wouldnt die down but it wouldnt increase it was as if she was keeping it from growing as if she was keeping what ever was trying to come out from coming out. he growled at Milo his eyes trained on him..but he would start to calm down. he would not let himself be beaten by this. his eyes would start to bleed back to being crystal blue as the aura started to disapate and he seemed weak from what just happened and his mouth fell to Lory's neck his fangs returning to their pearly white state as he peirces her neck with his fangs causing that overwelming pleasure to course through her body as he fed each sip each drink he took of her blood would increase the amount of pleasure lory would feel in waves
Jaharin Naerys Mei'abel Jaharin really was having a good nap, too. Still miles upon miles out from her home in the mercenary training halls and with no coin in her pocket, the roof has made a comfy place to sleep. At least, until the people living under it knew she was there. That only happened once - like a trained mercenary would really let herself get caught. The only thing she's let herself do is run low on jobs. The ache in her belly commanded her to stop loafing and find a pocket to pick. Looking over the ledge, however, an entirely different scene unfolded. Three Vampires - one dead, one getting blood sucked from her neck, and one doing the sucking. She snorted a little. "And that's how babies are made, children," the mercenary muttered very silently under her breath. She felt her bandolier of poisons and potions against her breastplate, checked under her duster leather trenchcoat that every stake, dagger, sword and pistol was in place. Once assured, she waited in her spot to see how this would unfold.
Milo Rahal turns his back on those he can not forgive and goes back to his brother's body. He slowly bends down and scoops him in his arms, cradling his dead twins body oh so gently. He glances over his shoulder at Lory and her plaything and shakes his head. He had warned Rage before that Lory was only toying with him. And this was the result of his believing even shallowly in Rage. Well, let the other man seal his own doom. Once Lory was done toying with him, then he would extract his vengeance. If there was anything left of the other vampire to extract. With that thought he walks down the street and out of sight, cradling a dead body against his chest.
Lory sighs under Rage's bite, resting passively in his arms. It's ironic that it was she that had moved to calm Rage, but she's already made a promise to herself, to not let anyone or anything hurt Milo. The grief Milo is suffering is evidence enough that she couldn't have thought of a better torture for him than the death of his twin and as long as he grieves, she would ensure his survival. As Milo walks away she turns her attentions instead to Rage, letting herself get swept away under the power of his bite. The memories she let's pass to him this time are of Toki's death, before Rage's arrival, the joy she had taken in ending his life.
Vampiric Rage continued to drink from Lory as he drank his power would grow stronger and stronger. yes she gained pleasure and self satisfaction from it but he also gained from it. he was restoring his own powers from lack of feeding and growing more powerful in all at the same time. she was basicly feeding him power. she didnt seem to understand. the more he fed the more powerful he got. and soon she will understand. soon she will see exactly that he will outpower her all in all. but question is would he relinquish her. he did rather enjoy feeding from her for she didnt run she didnt hate him for the power of his bite..for she enjoyed it and craved more of it
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natiko is mean that way
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well
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would that mean I post now xD
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Jaharin Naerys Mei'abel took more time to survey the scene, leaning her head over the ledge and scanning the scene. The dead one was being cradled - someone who looked remarkably like him. Most likely a twin. Next as she looked down, the woman seemed insistent on keeping the feeding frenzy fresh. Perhaps she was protecting him? Perhaps if I aid them, I might be able to get a meal and bed out of it, she thought to herself. Realizing she didn't have much else of a choice, she rose from where she rested and sprang delicately through an open window, creeping by the sleeping occupants of the building and moving down the stairs with enhanced grace that took years of balancing on threads to learn. Opening the door softly, she tapped the grieving one's shoulder soundlessly and beckoned him in while the girl kept the aggressor occupied.
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gotcha
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took more time to survey the scene, leaning her head over the ledge and scanning the scene. The dead one was being carried off by what looked like a twin - obviously getting away from the scene. Next as she looked down, the woman seemed insistent on keeping the feeding frenzy fresh. Perhaps she was protecting him? Her stomach was growing harder and harder to keep silent now. Chewing her lip, the trained mercenary looked at the situation. If she followed the one with the body and protected him, most likely she could talk him into lending her the coin enough for food. Deciding it was the best thing to do in this situation, she slung her bag over her head and shoulder and flew across the roofs to keep up with him, slowing to match his pace and keep with him.
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