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Post by wastelandwheelman on Sept 17, 2009 19:17:04 GMT -5
Issaic closed his eyes and rested his head against Sasha's. He gently caressed her soft pelt. His ear twitched as the device in his jacket in the other room beeped. It had finished scanning the hair of Sasha's and his attacker. Oh well, he'd deal with it later. "Don't worry. That guy will get what he deserves soon enough." Having access to St. Lucent's data bases would allow Issaic to find that furre a bit easier. "Why don't you get some sleep? If he comes, I won't let him get anywhere near you. I promise." He started to feel like the assassin might not even come back tonight. Deep down, the hywolf hoped he wouldn't either. The tiger needed to rest...
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Post by girlie on Sept 20, 2009 21:14:15 GMT -5
The tiger felt consolation at Issaic's concern for her well-being. For the first time in a long time, she felt like she didn't have to worry about anything, and finally let herself entirely relax and simply lean into her companion's warmth. Letting out a deep sigh, Sasha let her eyelids slowly droop, her head leaning against the hybrid's muscular frame as she curled up under the covers, feeling her conscious mind slowly slipping away. In a light sleep, the tiger felt nothing but the warmth surrounding her and her muscles occasionally spasming as she felt deeper into sleep, mumbling something along the lines of "Thanks Izzy," in her sleep.
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Post by wastelandwheelman on Sept 30, 2009 15:46:17 GMT -5
The hywolf smiled a little, something he didn't do too often... intentionally, anyways. Being what he was, he could often feign any emotion with ease. "Don't worry about it, Sasha," he said softly. Issaic waited until he was sure the young tiger was asleep, before quietly and carefully slipping off the bed, walking back into the living room. He retrieved the small device in his jacket, looking at the LCD screen. Right there was the assassin's name, age, and species. Issaic's growled a little, switching off the device. He turned to walk back into the room, but first looked at the couch blocking the door. Perhaps it was a little excessive... He slid it back to it's original place before returning to the room. Sasha was still sound asleep, but Issaic found himself looking out the window, sensing they were being watched...
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Post by Rook on Oct 1, 2009 20:49:19 GMT -5
Ivan's round blue eyes had been surveying the situation from a distance, and while it was not directly evident he could feel Sasha's uncomfortable vibes from up here- but this guy- this freak- diddn't seem to be getting the message.
Agents looked out for eachother- though he had never particularily taken a liking to the pessimistic tigress- he could sense something off about this guy for the length he'd been watching and he could not sit by and let this painfully go on any longer.
He appeared from the shadows, walking up casually, apparently at ease. The young look of cheetah was deceptive, he looked wet behind the ears- a tad naive but professional. His dark blue suit was finely tailored for the role he played out every day as the assistant of Collins.
He turned those blue eyes on the both of them affording them a nervously cheerful smile, as if he had not just been watching them for a length (and he knew both of them could have guessed that).
"Hello Sasha, why don't you introduce me to your new friend"? His voice had an intangible edge in it.
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Post by girlie on Oct 2, 2009 21:36:46 GMT -5
Sasha stirred slightly in her sleep when Izzy moved. When she heard a new sound, another set of footfalls, she woke up, tensing almost immediately. Without moving, she wrapped her hand around the knife under her pillow before feigning cluelessness. "Hmm?" When she sat up, looking at her "visitor," her jaw dropped in a mix between terror and shock as she looked nervously between her attacker and her protector.
A growl emitted from the tiger's throat once she realized what was going on. Her auds pinned themselves to her skull as her lip pulled back to expose razor sharp ivories. "Get out," she growled at him, slowly going to stand up and move into a defensive position, the knife concealed in her palm.
The femme did her best to conceal the scent of fear that permeated from her, but realized that she was in a room with two other assassins and that her attempts at turning said fear into anger were useless. In the back of her mihnd, flashes of her rape kept coming back. The thought He did it once, he will do it again, flashed itself through her mind over and over again, nearly interfering with her instinct to protect her territory.
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Post by wastelandwheelman on Oct 6, 2009 1:40:48 GMT -5
Issaic froze in place. How the hell did he not notice this other furre?! His jaw set tight, his eyes zeroing in on the cheetah. Was this the attacker? He felt it was, but what now? He didn't want to attack right there, out of fear of Sasha being harmed. He cursed at himself for forgetting the knife on the night table opposite Sasha. He didn't know what the cheetah had in terms of weapons, so a straight up attack could be disasterous. All he could do was wait now.
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Post by Rook on Oct 19, 2009 7:01:29 GMT -5
The truth was, in best case scenario Ivan was harmless, but he had enough calm left over from his work as a spy for the Foundry not to freak out unarmed (except for the electric ring he carried with him to protect himself from muggers, but he doubted that would be of any use here) in the presence of two assassins- one of which..had a steadily weird vibe emanating from him. Ivan's soft blue eyes were constant throughout, they did not hardly even blink. Eye contact was essential.
He dipped one claw into his pocket, bringing out a silver watching to check the time before looking up again. A small smile curved on the base of his small muzzle, his blue eyes striking as he turned to face them with a set of 'tears' running down the base of both eyes. Fluffy hair, fur still slightly softer with youth around the neck. He looked young, carefree and naive, this was an obvious deception out of context.
"Ah I can see you don't remember me. No matter. " he dug into a pocket and produced an odd inversed symbol, labeled plainly on a white card. "I'm sure you can guess what organization I represent" he turned to smile at Issaic "So call off the dogs"?
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