*reaches into his pocket, about to light another cig* what the... my lighter!!! wait... i needed an excuse to go check the chronicles in Shi's library, anyway... *heads back, then knocks on the window to Shikaku's place* um... SHI?!? I forgot my lighter!!!
*to himself:* and i need to check that scroll in your library... to see who's behind all of this... i have a feeling this goes deeper than just a rogue lycan army killing for pleasure...... *hears a noise behind him and loads his desert eagles, turning to face... darkness... nothing else is there... just the skyrise buildings in the distance and several stars in the sky...*
Sleepily, she opens the window and pulls him inside. Smirking, she laughed in her throat. "I knew you'd be back." She pulled a robe over herself and headed down the hall. "C'mon." Opening a door at the end of the hall, she revealed a small stoney passage leading down. She unlocked an old heavy door at the bottom of the stairs and held it open, waiting for him to go in.
Once inside, she closed the door behind them and locked it again, slipping the key inside her robe. Grinning, she leaned back against the door, folding her arms over her chest. "You'd be wise to keep your thoughts out of the reach of immortals like me." She stood back up, tossing his lighter to him and then shuffling over to one of the scroll shelves. "Now what exactly are you looking for?"
*raises an neyebrow, but decides not to question it* i need to check everything you have on the immortal races. from the beginning... until now. i thinkn they might be slightly incomplete... and... this war... it could still be playing out more than ever. these attacks are more than just rogue lycans. i just need to see who's behind them. and i need some help going over the scrolls. *tosses her a flask of blood* that should keep you awake and alert for a while... guy was on a caffeine rush... so... let's get searching... *turns back toward her again* this isn't my lighter... mine was black with a queen of hearts etched into the side... this is gold... something you wanna tell me? *grins*
<<grin courtesy of Remy "Gambit" LeBeau... fear it... embrace it...... >>
She smiles innocently, tucking her hand into her robe pocket. "Heh. I just thought it was a nice one, and decided to keep it." Grinning, she pulled it out to hand it to him. "But it IS rightfully yours, so here." Handing it to him, she shifted across the floor to the other side of the room. "As per your scrolls, just give me a second."
Turning around, she knelt to the bottom of a shelf and pressed her finger to a small engraving on it. With doing so, a small number pad popped out and she proceeded to enter a 16-digit code, then pushed it back in. Shortly, the shelf started to shake a bit then lifted, a blue neon light emitting from behind it, exposing yet another entry way. She signaled him in and pulled the shelf back down behind her after they entered. "Down here is where I keep the old stuff. I can't risk records like that getting ruined. Hell, these are probably the last remaining records of the early years."
*turns on an mp3 player and hooks up some speakers...* gotta have music whilst i work... *"Passive" by A Perfect Circle begins to play as he follows her down the path* so... by any chance... do you have any extra knowledge of the last major fights in the war... the more recent ones? i know you fought at Selene's side a few years back before she disappeared off the map...
Psyche walks out of the hotel, yawning softly, her wolf at her side...She looks around the streets...Nothing intersting her...She walks about looking at random stores...And she stares blankly into the sky...A sence hits her..
"Mortal blood..."
She starts pacing faster...Fresh....New....Rare....Mortal blood was flowing fast somewhere...She walks into a deserted ally...She closes her eyes and lifts up her finger...Pointy random at where her senses gets stronger.."THERE." She says as she opens her eyes and points at the body..
And there it is....A 30yr male, long blonde hair and crystal blue eyes, dead as stone...She leans in close her eyes narrowing abit onto the flesh dweller corspe....
"GASP!" She swiftly turns around, two lycans standing behind her..."A trap! I should of never guessed this kind of!\----"
She then gets punched dead in the face....
<< last time, Shi... i thought it suited the avatar better than my last user did. oh, btw, guys... i'm changing my character's codename to Okami Oni, and i'm also changing his outfit... in just a second...>>
so i'm wasting my time, then? *smiles...* hey, before i go, you got any of my old stuff layin' around? i need a change of clothes...
She looked to the floor, then back up at him. "Yeah. I'll go dig 'em out. You stay here and keep watch." She turned and left up the stairs and out the other door, locking it behind her and went to fetch his clothes.
A few moments later, she returned, dragging a large wooden box along then slammed it down on a center table, staggering to stand. "Damn. I didn't realize you left this much stuff here."
yeh, well... it's your own damned fault that you didn't get rid of 'em. *changes into a red denim shirt, leaving it unbuttoned, and a pair of dark blue jeans, keeping his chained biker boots on* okay, i'm gonna go hunt down whoever the **** is in on this shit. keep your eyes peeled. if i was followed, they'll be here soon... i'm gone... and uh... thanx for the info.
Groans loudly as she lifts up her head dizzly...She closes her eyes as she winces, her wound re-opening, from her previous fight before she went to the bar...She watches the blood flow from her body..."Damnitt.." She stands, swaying from side to side....Her vision is VERY blurry, as she stumbles to walk, wincing every two seconds...She wonders onto the street, trying to look like everything was find...She looks into her pockets, and lights up a cigarette, barely remaining conciousness...She then notices something..."My whistle...It's...Gone! ISIS!!!!!!!" She stragers faster, now scared for her wolfs life...
"Damnitt...How could I be so careless...Now I put my best friends life in danger...What am I going to do..."
She gives up then, and falls on a near by wall.
Psyche opens her eyes painfully, feeling a sudden burn on her hand. She looks down, seeing her cigarette burning her finger tips....Her vision blurry she then feels something on her upper thigh. And there he is. A mortal homless man bending infront of her, trying to reach into her front pockets, he has a smirk look onto his face as he then reaches up onto her stomach. She growls, her eyes turning bloodshot. She grabs his hand violently, with a flick of the wrist, his hand breaks. He screams horribly and he rips his hand back, and places it back on his side. The bun stumbles backwards as he mutters an apology....Psyche stands up, pushing her blackness and pain in back of her..."Don't you EVER try stealing from me! Ever AGAIN! Or else it will be thoust life!" He turns instantly then begins to run. With another wince Psyche her chest, the blood leaking through her black cloak, making the shade even darker....She lowers herself back onto the ground...Still thinking what on earth to do...
"I can fight like this...Expecially not with my chest wound...It needs to heal and thats going to take about 5 days...And the way my week is going its NEVER going to heal...And Isis...I gotta save her..."
Just then with all the strength Psyche could gather in her body, she turns around then she brings up her fist and slams it into the wall, shattering many bricks.
She lays her head back onto the brick, and falls back into a deep sleep...While muttering...
"I..Isis..."
She lays her head back