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Post by ocean on Aug 29, 2008 10:44:42 GMT -5
The soft clapping of his shoes was accompanied by the equally muted tapping of his cane as it was placed before his falling strides. Leonidus's wrinkled face turns from door to door, looking for the one that was his purpose here. Although no outer feature would betray it, he felt extremely uncomfortable here; it was the home of the Angels, after all. Certainly no place for a Council member but, nonetheless, his visit was dire. He needed what he needed and there was no other place to acquire it.
His footfalls come to an abrupt stop, a single thud of his cane signalling his stand-still. Clearing his throat, he raises a large hand and raps twice on the door before him, the bunker labeled V2127x. He knew who lived here, and he required her services. It had been a bit of an excursion to get himself into the Angel headquarters in the first place, especially with his reluctant to betray an out-right reason for his visit. Then again, no one openly defied a Council member. Not even an Angel.
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Post by dargan on Aug 30, 2008 16:16:54 GMT -5
Vice stirred, her large ears pricking at the sound of knocking at her door. She'd been taking a long nap after a hard morning of exercise and training. Reluctantly she opened her eyes and sat up, the fur over her neck and on the top of her head mussed and bristled. With a yawn she got to her feet and staggered across the room to the door, opening it and staring at the man before her with a clearly agitated expression pulling her muzzle into a half snarl. She didn't know the guy, or who he was... At least she didn't think she'd ever met him before. "Wha'da you want?" She grumbled in a rather aggressive tone.
She wore only a baggy, half ripped apart wife-beater shirt that hung off of her shoulders. It was at least two sizes to big, but covered everything that needed to be covered, and a gray pair of sweat pants that were torn at both knees. Almost every inch of her fur was mussed and rubbed up in the wrong direction from where she'd been asleep on the sofa, and most of it was already bristled up, including her tail, which seemed more like a huge bottlebrush now. Even some of her whiskers were bent. She was truly a site to behold, a rather unpleasant one at that.
"Well?" She snapped, waiting for a reply while standing in the doorway so the man couldn't just barge his way into her room, even if he wanted to. She wasn't very impressive in stature, but she could easily take on guys three times her size and come out without a scratch. It wasn't to say that she was a brilliant fighter by any means, it was just that she was so aggressive and persistent that no one could really get a blow in edgewise. She'd rip someone apart if she got the chance, or if they pissed her off enough.
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Post by ocean on Sept 7, 2008 7:19:33 GMT -5
He cringed noticeably as the hybrid answered the door. By God, he couldn’t even tell what she was supposed to be! Some kind of fox crossed with a…wombat jaguar? He couldn’t suppress a shudder as he retrieved a handkerchief from his pocket and held it to his face, covering his nose and mouth. He couldn’t inhale the fumes released by such a creature! Why had he even come?
Unsettled by the small female’s appearance, it takes him a moment to recall his purpose in Angel territory. He finally remembers his reason for visiting the woman. She was an Arc Angel, one skilled in combat. The only other option was Regulus Rook, and he was the Apprentice Overseer as well as a Middle Angel. Too busy and otherwise too well-informed in the ways of the Council to accept Cornelius’s offer.
Drawing in a strained breath, the lion begins to address the hybrid. “I come seeking Vice Raeberk.” Although he still holds the cloth to his face, his deep, leaden voice is all but muffled by the shield. “I wish to make a deal with you, presuming you are…Miss Raeberk.” It seems to almost pain him to give her a formal title.
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