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Victoria couldn't help but giggle, but after he was human, what did she expect? "To some i'm not considered a person, because I'm a vampire. And don't worry, i'm a vegetarian, I won't suck your blood, or whatever... The host is Nicholas, who seems to be the keeper of the cathedral. He.. went into the gardens a while ago. Me and Vincent were about to go look for him. Oh, and, Vincent is a Vekk, he's in the dining room." She motioned to the room she came out of.
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"A vampire? Well. So what is a 'Vekk'?" He pulled out a bottle and took a swig. "Is anyone here in any danger?" He noticed the door had closed. He was beginning to think that this mission was a suicide mission and the commander didn't want him any longer.
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Victoria grinned, seeing as he wasn't scared as most people seemed to be. "Well, again, I'm not the best person to explain that... you should ask Vincent... And no, no one's in danger from what I can tell."
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"I was afraid of that" His face seems to frown. He took off his helmet revealing his face. He was much different than anyone would expect to see. His face was thin, he had long straight black hair. His eyes were gray and filled with disbelief."There's no point in keeping up a guard. What do you do around here? Is there food?"
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Victoria glanced at his expression, somewhat surprised by his appearance. "Your not bad yourself.." she whispered, a late reply to his comment earlier. She then grinned at him. "Yes, there's food. I don't think Nicholas would mind..." Motioning for him to follow her, she led him to the dining room.
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He smiles and follows her. "I might be here for a while. My commander seems to have put me on a false mission. Does that door open from the inside?"They arrive at the diner and he finds a loaf of bread. He pulls out a knife to cut it, it slices easily with the sharp blade. He pulls out a packet from his pocket and spreads the green jelly substance on to the bread with the same knife.
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Alia bit her lip, not really sure that she wanted to go inside. What she wanted was to get out of here and go back to her friends. "Ummm, I suppose, but then I would really like to leave if you know the way out." She noticed that Nicolas had not answered her question before, whether or not he knew how to get out. Alia wondered if he was avoiding it, or maybe he just forgot. Humans often did that, as she'd learned from previous experience. Of course, it was possible that Nicolas wasn't human, but he looked like he was.
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He spots a young looking girl outside the window. He doesn't say anything, because he knows he will meet her soon enough.
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Nicolas sighed when Alia asked for a way out. He would try to get her to stay before he lead her out. Hopefully she would change her mind. They walked into the cathedral and headed towards dining room Nicolas had earlier filled with food. A new man sat at the table, he looked like he was fresh form a war. Victoria was standing somewhat beside him, and Vincent was with a sleeping Gir.
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"Not sure..." She blinked, watching him spread the green stuff onto the bread. "Do you mind me asking what that is?" Victoria motioned to the green jelly-like stuff. She then turned to see Nicholas in the room with another girl. "Hello again Nicholas. He came while you were outside..I hope you don't mind me letting him in." She then looked towards the girl. "Hi."
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"It's a jelly that reacts to everyone's taste buds differently, it taps into your favorite flavor, but I use it for wounds, it makes my immune, and healing abilities one hundred times faster" He notices someone standing at the doorway. He nudges his head toward him. "Who's he and how should I react?" He whispers to her very confused.
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Victoria stared in awe at the green paste. "That's interesting..." She moved a bit closer to whisper back her reply. "That is Nicholas. He lives in the cathedral, and he's our host. You should probably introduce yourself."
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((I must go to my room, I have an iPodTouch and I can go on the internet but it will be a pain to type. Everything might not be typed 100% right but I'll do my best!))
"Alright" He stands up and walks to the young man. "Hello sir, my name is King, I have been told you own this place." He shakes his hand feeling rather nervous. "I had some bread I hope that was alright, I was stabbed along my way here and I had to have some jelly to help heal it up." |
Vincent was Asleep at the dining table, Gir pawing his face attempting to wake him "...." He twitcheed lightly as an obvious sign he was dreaming, eventually Gir gave up on waking him and snuggled up in a gap between his crossed arms. "..mmn....ffn..." His mouth twitchhed which looked like a smirk.
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Victoria looked between King introducing himself and Vincent, sleeping at the table. Seeing as everyone was preoccupied, she figured now would be a good time. "Excuse me." She nodded at them, quickly leaving the room. Out in the hall, she opened the bag she had been carrying with her, pulling out a plastic bag from inside. Checking to make sure no one was in the hallway, she opened the small bag, peering down at it. It was a bag of blood type AB she had 'borrowed' from a hospital, and she figured now was the best time to drink it. Feeling her canines grow sharper, she got a cup which she also had stored in her bag, pouring some of the contents of the bag into it. Sniffing it for a moment, she started to drink.
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Gir had watched her leave the room from the little spot and went to see what she was doing. when Gir made it round the corner of the door it then made it's way to her feet, mewing.
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Victoria looked down, startled. "Oh. Hi Gir.." She knelt down and petted his head for a moment. "it would look bad if you stayed here and someone saw me feeding.." Sighing, Victoria gently picked Gir up, setting him down in the doorway of the dining room. Going back to her cup, she continued to drink its contents.
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Izelle was seriously upset. After having returned to the wardrobe and dressed in a gray tunic, black leggings, and sensible shoes she had gather her belongings and left the room only to be caught in a convoluted web of identical passage ways. Could anything else go wrong?
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King dropped Nicolas' hand. He noticed Victoria sucking blood through a straw. He didn't think much of it. He noticed his sensor on his wrist beep once with a low tone. "Excuse me, could someone direct me to a room in which I could call mine?" He seemed rather agitated.
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Victoria's canines went back to normal as she finished. she wiped her mouth, putting her glass and bag away. She picked up Gir, setting him back on the table beside Vincent. She looked at King, noting the agitation in his voice, then turned to Nicholas. "You said there were rooms upstairs, right?"
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He glanced at Victoria. "Upstairs?" He rushed upstairs when he found a room that looked uninhabited. He read the notice on the bracelet, it read:
Dear Colonel King, I, your commander, have to regretfully say that you have been discharged. Your honor, valor, and overall fighting skills were the best in the country, however we find your mercy is a rather big flaw. You know too much, after this message is opened your weapons will fall to the floor, and your armor will unlatch. When you take off the armor the legs and feet will turn into a sword, and the top will turn into a shield. Your visor attached to the helmet will turn into glasses. They will still provide: Night vision, heat vision, and x-ray vision. The helmet itself will turn into a crystal sword. Be careful even a touch of the skin on it will cut the skin. Sincerly, Commander Young. "Damn" His weapons fell to the floor, and his armor latched off. His armor did as was told. Under the armor he wore a black beater, camouflage pants, and combat boots. His lean muscles rippled when he clinched the swords handle. The sword was dark blue, as dark as the night sky, but not quite black. |
Izelle heard some one in a room and rushed to poke her head in and saw a rather destressed looking soldier and immidaitly pulled out of the room and silently drew her sword, she'd always been paranoid of soldiers, and pressed her back to the wall next his room in preparation to defend herself.
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Victoria suddenly had the urge to sleep, but knowing she can't sleep, she sighed. She turned to Nicholas. "I think I'll go find a room, too... Excuse me." She walked out of the room slowly, grabbing her bag and heading upstairs. She walked into a room that had a beautiful crimson canopy bed, and she wasted no time plopping herself down on the comforter. No sooner had she relaxed had she heard a soft sound, sounding like someone had unsheathed a sword. Curious, she peeked out side of her room, seeing Izelle standing next to another room, sword drawn. "Hey, what's goin on?"
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King heard a noise outside of the door. He didn't pay much mind to it. He was looking around the room. Eventually he saw a few black sheets under the bed in the room. He was tearing and tying for at least twenty minutes. He made a sheath for his sword. It was slung over his back. He lied down onto his bed.
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"There's a soldier in there!" She whispered, just loud enough for the vampiress to hear. "I hate soldiers! What's he doing here? Is he dangerous?"
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