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Post by Dean Winchester on Aug 1, 2008 11:37:46 GMT -5
(continued from HERE )- --- --- --- --- He'd only waited a few moments to follow the pair into the streets but as soon as he stepped out of the bar, he realized that that may have been too long. The streets were bustling with people. There must have been a party that just let out -or was about to begin- somewhere nearby. It took him a several moments of rather obvious scanning before he spotted his quarry. The woman was leading the man away casually. Apparently not yet noticing Dean. His instincts still telling him that something was wrong about her, Dean strode after them, trying his best to blend in with the throng around him.
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Post by Tasha on Aug 8, 2008 16:21:30 GMT -5
It wouldn't be long now. Tasha led her soon to be victim slowly through the crowd as if they were merely strolling. The man whose arm she held chattered on about this and that. Tasha wasn't really paying attention. She was looking for a quiet place to take care of him. She led him down several streets left then right then another right before she found a satisfactory place to do the deed.
She led him down into a small side street between two old and currently unoccupied factory buildings. The drugged hunter, still chatting away seemed to sense that something might be wrong and began looking around him, instincts starting to kick in despite the drug.
"Hey," the man said slowly. "I don't... think it's safe down here. Don't you feel it?"
He shook off her arm and took several steps steps forward before stumbling. He didn't catch himself and fell to the concrete. Tasha watched emotionlessly, her facade falling away as there was no more use for it. The man looked at his hands as if finally realizing there was something wrong with him and looked back to Tasha.
"Did you..?"
He was slowly catching on. But that was irrelevant.
She drew a blade from her boot and moved towards him purposefully.
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Post by Dean Winchester on Aug 15, 2008 14:07:51 GMT -5
From his place of watching, hidden behind a dumpster, Dean saw the glint of a blade being drawn. The woman moved toward the man and Dean realized it was time to show himself. He knew silence wasn't possible, so he charged in, drawing out his pistol and shouting a warning.
"Hold it right there!"
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Post by Katsuro Saigo on Aug 15, 2008 15:26:39 GMT -5
That man... he seemed to be a hunter. And he was interfering with his quarry! Katsuro had been following the dark-skinned woman for the past day and a half. He was almost positive she had connections to the Cult. It was the first good lead he had gotten in months. And he'd had to pay a hefty price- two, actually if you included the airfare to the informant who had been forced to flee to Barcelona after finding intel on the cult. The idiot had let himself be discovered, and went to his protected estate out of country. Not that it would probably do him any good if the Cult had actually discovered the informant's identity... It didn't matter, though. Katsu had a lead, and the cult didn't know he was looking. Yet.
However, if this man-this hunter- stopped this woman from completing her mission, or if he killed her, Katsu would lose the only lead he had, and he doubted another would be so soon in finding.
As Katsu crept closer to the trio, he slipped a pair of throwing knives out of his sleeves, painted black to be made harder to see. If this man tried to shoot the woman, he might have to... intervene.
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Post by Tasha on Aug 19, 2008 16:22:29 GMT -5
OOC: Welcome to the game, Katsu! BIC:
At the sound of the warning Tasha paused her advance on her drugged prey and glanced over her shoulder to see who had spoken. A man in jeans and a black jacket was advancing towards her aiming a gun. It was obvious he meant to stop her from finishing her mission.
And that was unacceptable.
Options flitted through her mind quickly. She could ignore the man with the gun and continue on to slay the man before her. Unfortunately, her victim had had enough sense to use the distraction to begin moving away. There was no longer a guarantee that she could kill the hunter before the newcomer incapacitated or killed her. She could throw her weapon at the new man. Her accuracy was pretty good thanks to practice as insisted upon by her master, but she knew she was not a pro. She also knew that the only way to stop her assailant would be to hit him in the neck –which was decently covered by his outstretched arms- or in the head –a possibility, but the probability of her hitting the target was not great. So she went for her last option.
Slowly she turned and faced the newcomer, hands somewhat up and out to the sides as if in surrender, waiting for the man to get closer.
“What do you want?” she asked, making her voice sound somewhat uncertain.
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Post by Dean Winchester on Aug 20, 2008 16:54:52 GMT -5
The uncertainty in her tone didn't sound forced, but it didn't quite fit with the situation.
"What do I want? You were about to attack and probably kill that guy. I want you to leave him alone."
Still... where before there had been no expression on her face, now there was nervousness. Dean edged forward.
"Just toss the knife to the ground and there won't be any trouble."
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Post by Katsuro Saigo on Aug 25, 2008 16:19:19 GMT -5
'Hmm... maybe I won't have to intervene at all. At least the man didn't come out shooting...'
Katsu watched as the woman faced the man and they began to speak. If the man were distracted, the woman might leave him alone and go after her prey... but it was unlikely she would allow him to live if he seemed determined in stopping her...
Katsu prepared to kick a metal trash can over in case he needed to distract the man. 'No need in getting myself involved in a gunfight when I don't have to... not when I can keep myself off the radar for the moment...'
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Post by Tasha on Sept 2, 2008 19:36:05 GMT -5
Tasha shook her head slowly, her expression still confused, but the man’s statement told her something. This newcomer was the ‘hero’ type. Trying to save the life of some stranger in trouble. A look into his eyes and she noted that he was not really worried. The nervousness of someone new to weapons and bloodshed was absent in this man. Whether he was a policemen, a Hunter, or good Samaritan did not concern her. She knew he was experienced with weapons.
Just toss the knife to the ground and there won’t be any trouble.
Her best option solidified. And she tossed her weapon gently and slowly to the ground between them. She was still shaking her head and waving her arms about her slowly and widely as if troubled by this change of events.
“Please! I was only trying to defend myself. That man there is not innocent here!” She declared, one arm pointing out towards the fallen Hunter. Her hand shook nervously and she backed from her to-be victim. She was 80% sure that this new man would not shoot her in the back whether he believed her or not. If she continued the act, she could get within arm’s reach of him. “I tried to walk him home and then the drunken slob threatened me!”
She glanced back at the new man tentatively and saw that she was just a step away. She looked back to her victim who looked about as dangerous as a sedated hospital patient.
“Please,” she began, her voice urgent, but she didn’t continue. The woman whipped around, stepping to the man’s outside and away from the barrel of the weapon. As she followed through to face him, her hand came out and pushed the stranger’s wrists down and across his body, ensuring that the barrel would be pointed away from her. Then, stepping in even closer, she struck out hard towards his face.
-~--~-~-~-~-~- OOC: tell me if you guys can’t understand my fight descriptions. I don’t think I’m very good at them.
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Post by Dean Winchester on Sept 7, 2008 20:15:14 GMT -5
OOC: Same here. I think gotcha this time, though! BIC:
As the woman spoke, Dean noted her edge closer. He tensed, ready to fire, but knowing all the while that he’d rather not have to. There was something strange about her, but as far as he could tell, she was still human. And he’d rather not kill a human.
Then she’d struck out. She forced his gun down and across his front and to the far side. He felt his finger tense on the trigger, but managed to keep it from firing. The seasoned fighter began his retaliation-
And then he saw the fist going for his face. He managed to partly move to the side but the strike came in hard and fast smashing into the side of his face. He spun sideways, his fingers tensing automatically and his weapon discharging once harmlessly into the dark shadows of the alley rather than at the grounded Hunter.
With a curse Dean spun back around to face his adversary. He didn’t bother touching his face where she’d hit him. He was pretty sure she wouldn’t give him enough time to do that. Instead he took a few steps back to gain some distance and a little time, still holding his weapon, ready to lift it to fire, but not doing so yet.
He wasn’t exactly sure why he hesitated in his retaliation. Ever since the sudden death of his father, ever since he’d heard what his father told him about Sam, he’d wanted nothing more than to fight. To release the pent up energy –the anger, confusion, and sadness- that he felt inside. But he didn’t want to kill a human over it. She seemed off, strange, perhaps evil, but he couldn’t do it. She was unarmed. An aggressive fighter, but still unarmed.
And so he hesitated, tensed and prepared for her next move, yet unwilling to go on the offensive.
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Post by Katsuro Saigo on Sept 10, 2008 21:54:07 GMT -5
The woman was pretty good. She managed to divert the muzzle of the gun away from her and actually got a good punch in, too. Katsu was somewhat impressed with her skill, but he soon became disinterested in such thoughts as the man's gun went off. The bullet went straight through the trash can he was crouching behind and embedded itself in Katsu's side.
Unable to contain himself, Katsu let out a snarl as the first spasm of pain reached his brain and accidentally dropped one of his daggers with a clatter. 'Damn. They proabably heard that,' he thought to himself, clutching his wound tightly.
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Post by Dean Winchester on Sept 17, 2008 18:00:36 GMT -5
DEAN: Dean stared down his opponent, ready for her to make a move, undecided on whether he himself should move, when he heard it. A distinctive clink as something metal in the shadows fell to the pavement.
He glanced to the shadows, but could make out nothing.
“Don't have a friend over there, do you?” Dean asked the woman, now looking back and forth from her to the shadows.
‘Could someone really be over there?’ he wondered. He hadn’t seen anyone else come in... But that didn’t mean there wasn’t. He considered what he’d heard for a moment, then decided it was better to be safe than dead.
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Post by Tasha on Sept 29, 2008 16:58:18 GMT -5
The man hesitated and immediately she looked for an opening, but before she decided her next move, she heard a noise off to the side. She glanced in the direction quickly, but could see nothing.
Don't have a friend over there, do you?
Tasha paused, considering a lie of confirmation, but turned the idea aside. Instead she opted to wait. Whoever was over there apparently was not with the man, but she wanted to know more than that before making her next move. Again she glanced to the shadows, then back to her enemy.
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Post by Katsuro Saigo on Oct 5, 2008 17:17:12 GMT -5
Katsu sighed as he quickly thought of a possible solution to this annoying wrinkle in his plans. He didn't want to give himself away, but that seemed inevitable now. Both the man and the woman were seeming to wait for him to come out. Thinking of a way to get the man to leave without shooting his only lead to the Cult was going to be difficult, but just maybe.....
He left his fallen dagger behind the trash bin, but shoved it into the shadows beneath while he slipped the remaining one up his sleeve. Then, he took out his cell phone and dialed a short number into the pad. Quickly he murmered a quick sentence into the phone, then ended the call.
Finally, Katsu stepped out from behind the trash bin, making a show of clasping his wound and allowing a greater look of pain cast itself on his face than he generally would show with his impassive expressions. Keeping close to the trash bin as if ready to duck back behind in fright, Katsu held up his cell phone for the man to see.
"I've called the police and they're on their way, so you'd better leave that woman alone!"
Katsu mentally applauded himself on his performance. His voice had held just the right combination of fear and bravado to fit his part as a wounded citizen just trying to be a good samaritan while being in a rough situation.
Now it all depended on what the man and woman playing the roles opposite him would do. In the far distance, police sirens squealed into being. 'This should be fun,' Katsu thought.
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Post by Dean Winchester on Oct 9, 2008 19:01:36 GMT -5
Dean’s eyes widened in surprise. Not an accomplice of this strange woman, but a civilian? That he hadn’t been expecting.
And from the pained, albeit somewhat dramatic, way the man held his side, he’d apparently been hit when he’d misfired. And now the police were on their way?
“Hold on there a minute, buddy,” Dean replied, looking from the civilian to the woman to the hunter on the ground. “She attacked that guy. I’m saving him. I’m not the bad guy here...”
And that being the god given truth, it was probably a good thing that the police were coming. They could arrest the woman, he’d have saved the Hunter, this new guy looked like he’d survive, and he himself could-
Wait.
The police thought he was dead. AND they thought he was a murderer before that. Stupid shapeshifter. It would not be a good idea for him to be identified by the authorities.
Well... even so, it’s not like he was going to hang around and let the cops take him in. He’d just wait around until they either picked up or scared off the woman. He looked back to the woman with a triumphant smile.
“You heard the man. Cops are coming. Your move, lady.”
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Post by Tasha on Oct 21, 2008 16:56:03 GMT -5
It was her move. Her options were few and failing was not one of them. The drugged hunter must die. She was nearly positive that she could not get the weapon away from the gunman before he shot her. The newest man in this quarrel seemed innocent enough, but she was not close enough to use him as a shield.
She felt the pull of her mission, like strings on her heart and mind. A Puppet controlled by a lesser master might yield to the demand and simply charge the hunter, planning to get the knife and kill the hunter before the gunman killed them. But Tasha’s master was far from a novice. His control over her was such that he left almost all of her logic in tact. That was part of the reason why she was still alive while so many other Puppets had died. She was still able to consider the all the options as she knew them including the benefit of self-preservation in completing a mission. There was no deadline other than ‘sooner was better than later’, but if she were captured by the police she could be held for assault and attempted murder. That would lead to the ‘later’. She glared at the newcomer, then at the gunman.
“Fine. I will leave him,” she told the gunman.
She formed a quick opinion of them both and began to slowly circle around the gunman and walk away, towards the streets. She made no sudden movements. If she was right about the ‘good Samaritan/Hero complex’ reasoning behind the gunman’s appearance, the gunman –though was no novice in hand to hand- would not want to shoot her in the back. Especially with this newcomer watching them. If she could make it to the street, she could escape then return for her prey at a later time. But to ensure that the gunman wouldn’t follow her and to help her locate the drugged hunter later, she spoke again.
“When the police get here, I’d tell them to take Mr. Demmar there to the hospital quickly. The drug I gave him will lead to permanent damage if not treated,” she lied, speaking to the men over her shoulder.
Hoping that that would make them hesitate in leaving the downed hunter and following her, she continued on towards the street.
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Post by Dean Winchester on Oct 27, 2008 11:45:23 GMT -5
Dean watched the woman with surprise. She was just going to walk away?! She expected him to just stand there and let that happen? Maybe he didn't want to shoot her, but he could still take her in hand to hand.
And then she mentioned the poison. She hadn't really poisoned the guy... Had she? Why would she poison him then take him out here to kill him? maybe she wanted to question him first? Or ensure his death?
Dean frowned and was about to fight her again when behind him he heard the hunter fall and moan. Dean flicked a glance in his direction and saw just how helpless the guy looked. He glanced at the newcomer... the one who'd accidently been shot... then looked back to the woman and saw just how far off she was. With a growl he holstered the weapon and darted to the hunter's side.
"Hey, are you all right?"
The man looked at him uncomprehendingly. Dean spoke again. "I'm here to help, don't worry. We're going to get you to a hospital ok?"
Dean straightened and looked to the other wounded man sternly. "Can you watch him until the police get here?"
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Post by Katsuro Saigo on Oct 28, 2008 21:06:23 GMT -5
'I can't let the woman get away from me, or I might lose her,' Katsu thought to himself.
Katsu held back a sneer, grimacing as he backed away from the man.
"I think not," he replied, dropping the innocent bystander facade. "I think you should tend to your friend dying on the ground. I have other matters to attend to."
With that, Katsu quickly spun around and ran from the alley, dashing after the woman who could not have gotten far, even if she had some supernatural abilities... just let the gunman try and follow him. He would not be so reluctant to kill the man again.
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Post by Dean Winchester on Nov 2, 2008 13:00:10 GMT -5
Dean stared after the wounded man, surprised at his sudden change in attitude. He almost followed after him and the woman, but a groan at his side stopped him.
"Son of a b*tch!" he cursed under his breath before turning back to the hunter.
"Come on, man. We're going to get you to the street. Hang in there."
he slipped the man's arm around his neck and lifted him to his feet. As he half dragged half walked the hunter towards the street he questioned him about the woman, but in his half conscious state he seemed to hardly understand Dean and was hardly understandable himself. By the time the police arrived, however, Dean had gotten two maybe-important bits of information out of him: 'demon army' and the 'specials'.
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Post by Tasha on Nov 3, 2008 23:28:10 GMT -5
As soon as she was certain that the Good Samaritan went for the bait, Tasha slipped into the shadows. She would regroup, unseen and unnoticed. She would watch what the Samaritan did with her target then follow. She followed the shadows silently to the street then entered the shop on the corner. Hardly waiting she made for the roof where she could watch more easily without interuption. She didn't notice as she hurried, the form of the newcomer following her.
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Post by Katsuro Saigo on Nov 9, 2008 20:30:28 GMT -5
the man wasn't following. Good. That made tailing the woman a little easier. She had obviously done this sort of thing before; she almost disappeared soon after leaving the alley. Katsu ran quickly after her, simultaneously trying to remain unnoticed. The woman made to climb to a nearby roof.
"How unoriginal," Katsu commented to himself.
Quickly leaping onto a fire escape, Katsu quickly made his way upwards, jumping past three or four rungs at a time before launching himself higher. Katsu managed to make it to the rooftop before the woman and lithely slipped behind a rooftop air conditioner... and waited for the woman to make her appearance.
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