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Post by Tohrment, Son of Hharm on Jun 16, 2013 21:18:13 GMT -5
He was actually excited to go out on patrol. He had been restless for some time. The mansion was its ever constant day-to-day routine quaint at times.
But for a warrior? It was like a plush prison when the need for battle and blood stirred. Having kissed Autumn as he left their mating rooms, checked his blades and yelled as he came down the grand staircase.
"I am in the mood to destroy. To slay and to slaughter." Roared with a battle cry. "Who goes with me into the fray." Slammed his fist against his blade chest sheaths and waited in the foyer, wide stance over the apple mosaic in the floor, a wicked smile on his face as he heard boots on the floor above.
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Post by John Matthew Tehrror on Jun 16, 2013 21:23:03 GMT -5
He slipped his leather jacket over his shoulders, shaking his head as he took to the stairs. Hitting the bottom, he swung around the banister and eyed his father with an arched brow. Raised his hands...
A bit dramatic, don't you think?
Grinned and stepped back, bracing for a punch.
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Post by Butch O'Neal on Jun 16, 2013 21:43:36 GMT -5
Stepping out from the tunnel to the Pit, he rolled his eyes and grinned as he adjusted his jacket. "Why don't you just announce to the Bastards where we are? You're yelling loud enough to wake all of Caldwell." He paused in front of them and shook his head. "Well, why are we just standing here in the foyer? Don't we have some lessers to slaughter?"
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Post by Tohrment, Son of Hharm on Jun 16, 2013 22:16:39 GMT -5
He let out a laugh and punched the cop in the bicep "Careful Butch. We'll demat and take the keys." Dangled the keys to the Escalade and went through the vestibule to the car. Slid in the driver's seat and waited for them to join.
Once they got in he put the big SUV in gear and headed towards Caldwell, passing through layer after layer of mhis.
Whistling, he turned on the radio and started humming along to the song, tapping his fingers. "Autumn is exploring music. I like this singer human. Very fun to listen to. Do you think she has teeth?" Flashed his own fangs with a smile.
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Post by John Matthew Tehrror on Jun 16, 2013 22:24:11 GMT -5
He got into the passenger seat and looked at his father. Looked back at Butch and shrugged.
It's very... He paused to listen more, then signed agan...interesting
He looked out of the window of the Escalade watching everything pass by as the music kept playing.
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Post by Butch O'Neal on Jun 16, 2013 22:31:05 GMT -5
He stared at Tohr and then shook his head. "Seriously? Of all the music to listen to, you choose girly pop? Maybe we should just drop you off downtown and you can go get a new dress. I'm sure you and Autumn could find something that matches to wear to Last Meal."
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Post by Tohrment, Son of Hharm on Jun 16, 2013 22:38:40 GMT -5
He met his eyes in the back seat and bared his fangs. "Sure Cop? You want to try to get me in it?" They reached the downtown area and he parked. Putting the truck out of gear, and turning off the engine, hopped out of the driver's side and turning to be hidden by the door, checked his SIG's and weapons before sliding on his leather jacket.
"We can shop for doughnuts too if you want Cop. The sprinkle kind right." Smiled at JM as his son exited the vehicle, yet scrutinized the placement of blades, and the holstering of the gun. It was a habit he did with all the warriors, but with JM? It was more of a father's fear for his son.
"Are we tight? Ready?" Bounced and punched Butch's arm again as the cop came around. "Be good and we'll get coffee to go with those doughnuts Butch." Loped away with a bark of laughter as he headed for the sidewalk.
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Post by John Matthew Tehrror on Jun 16, 2013 22:45:29 GMT -5
Did all his normal checks, holsters were tight, knives were even tighter and he was just as ready to go as the others. He turned and grinned at Butch.
Don't eat too many, we'll have to put you on a special diet. Smacked a hand on the cops stomach and grinned, then jogged out of his reach to meet Tohr on the sidewalk.
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Post by Butch O'Neal on Jun 16, 2013 22:49:58 GMT -5
He gave Tohr a snarky smile and then followed after him, mumbling under his breath. "Never going to live it down. What's wrong with liking donuts anyway?" Kept grumbling as he jogged after them and it didn't take long before they all stopped in their tracks. Lifting his face, he breathed in the scent of lesser. "Man, I think one of those dumbasses is trying to cover up his stench with cologne. Less is more."
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Post by Tohrment, Son of Hharm on Jun 16, 2013 22:54:17 GMT -5
He grimaced. "Old Spice? What spice is that anyway? Spice of stank?"
But as the air got more foul as they got closer, humor faded as they approached. Unzipping his jacket and pushing the sides behind his holsters, motioned for the two to head into the alley. He grabbed a fire escape ladder and unholstering a SIG, dematted to the roof pulling out his other gun. Going low and keeping to the shadowy edge, followed Butch and JM from above as they approached the alley from below.
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Post by John Matthew Tehrror on Jun 16, 2013 23:00:29 GMT -5
Pulled out his gun and stayed in front of Butch, crabwalked close to the wall and peeked around the corner. He made a face as the smell hit him, he would never get used to that. He listened then caught Butch's eyes and nodded for him to go ahead he'd have his back.
As they got closer he heard a rummaging from the far back corner, he gave a low whistle and jerked his head to the right for Butch to head that direction.
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Post by Butch O'Neal on Jun 16, 2013 23:06:34 GMT -5
Firearms pulled and ready, he nodded and led the way to the right, moving slowly around a dumpster where he saw them. Pausing, he shook his head. Five lessers: two holding a homeless man, one draining him, and the other two going through the man's dingy cart-o-shit. His gut reaction was to take out the one feeding, but he could tell the malnourished man was already dead, the feeding likely to have been done in the next minute anyway. "I guess you don't already smell enough like rotting garbage, huh? You gotta hang out behind the dumpster?" He shook his head at the lessers, his guns pointed at them while he shared a look with JM.
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Post by Tohrment, Son of Hharm on Jun 16, 2013 23:20:09 GMT -5
Standing above, took a bead on the one feeding and pulled the trigger. The silencer kept the shot nothing more than a low whistle but the sound of bone and grey matter being shattered made a satisfying splat noise he loved hearing from the slayers.
The other slayers scattered as he jumped down and landed in a crouch next to JM. "Wanted to make the odds more in their favor." Stood and looked from Butch to JM. "That was sarcasm boys." He broke into a run, holstering his guns and his daggers took their place in his hands in seconds. Grabbed a retreating lesser and spun him around, dodging a punch and then returning one of his own.
He could just stab and dispatch but he had been holed up playing executive to the king, leader of the pack and ruler of the TC for far too long. He needed violence and battle and he wanted these lessers to feed that need.
Poor lessers. Lucky him.
Kicked his lesser to the wall and pinned a boot on his chest as he kicked sideways and held him there. "The sad thing is? The poor human may be luckier than you are at this very moment." Flashed a broad smile, with fangs long and deadly. "Yay for you."
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Post by John Matthew Tehrror on Jun 16, 2013 23:29:03 GMT -5
He watched Tohrment drop down from the roof and jumped back. As he took care of one lesser, another came barreling toward him, John Matthew braced and caught the lesser as he tried to wrestle him to the ground. As the lessers arms were tight around his torso he brought a knee up into his chest hearing a crack, as his body lifted he pulled him free, whipping him around he planted a boot in his back and pulled on his arms. Twisting them out of socket.
He looked up and saw another heading for Butch, he let out a shrill whistle.
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Post by Butch O'Neal on Jun 16, 2013 23:42:44 GMT -5
He flicked brain matter off of his sleeve and turned to grab one of the fleeing lessers. Grabbing him by the collar of his shirt, he yanked the lesser back and then tossed him into the nearby wall. He picked him up off the ground where the lesser had slumped, and lifted him up by the neck. His dagger in his hand, he shook his head. "So you're the one playing with the Old Spice? There should be a law against that." He nodded and then plunged the dagger into the lessers chest. "I'll get right on that." He shook the lesser dust from his hands and then turned at JM's whistle, just barely dodging the one coming at his back before he'd managed to grab a hold. He swung around, dagger out and slashed the lesser's throat. Gurgling blood, the lesser fell to the ground. "For being a pussy and coming at my back, I think I'll have you for breakfast." Opening his mouth over the lesser, he sucked in his essence, forever destroying that part of the Omega.
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Post by Tohrment, Son of Hharm on Jun 16, 2013 23:57:18 GMT -5
Getting bored with his lesser 'cant-fight-so-might-as-well-go-pop' toy, he stabbed the lesser in the chest and turned his head at the pop and the flash of light. Wiping his blade on his shirt, turned to see Butch going hoover on a lesser. Grimaced and walked over to dispatch the lesser from his headshot with a punch of a dagger in the chest and went back to cleaning the blade.
Walked over to JM and motioned a chin towards the entrance of the alley. "I'll go get the SUV." Pointed to Butch. "He's not going to be in take a walk mode after that."
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Post by John Matthew Tehrror on Jun 17, 2013 0:00:35 GMT -5
Pulling the lesser to his knees he palmed his head and with a swift twist snapped his neck. He smiled as he heard the tearing and the pop. Rolling him over he pulled out a dagger and plunged it into his chest, with a pop.
He sheathed his dagger and went to Butch pulling him to his feet supporting him under one arm. He led him to the alley where Torhment was bringing up the Truck.
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Post by Tohrment, Son of Hharm on Jun 17, 2013 0:07:57 GMT -5
Backing up, jumped out to open the back and spread out the thick blanket they kept there and helped JM load the Cop up. Going back to the driver seat as JM got in the backseat to monitor Butch, took off back to the mansion.
"JM? What do you think of this singer? I rather like her." Turned it up loud and heard Butch groan. "What? It's good music."
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