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Post by neil on Jun 10, 2010 8:07:23 GMT 10
Neil looked out from his post at the top of the Kisagi Tower of Tokyo. The orange sunset skyline was blurred with the thick dust of the city that clouded and reflected back light giving the entire area an orange appeal. Looking out, Neil looked towards another Protettore at his post not too far off. It had been decided at least by a group that they were not about to give up on the werewolves and ignore the roundup. Instead, a group of Protettore stood determined to stop the blood bath by watching and being ready for the Hunters at all times. Neil had been one of them, and now he was at his post that he had been at nearly all day long. In Neil's right hand was a telescope that he was using to scan the area with, and after a few more seconds, he lifted the telescope once more and made for a clear scan of the area once more. Lights reflected and somewhat blinded the young Asian Protettore, but he did his best to try and find any sort of large gathering.
Suddenly, almost as thought it had exploded out of nowhere, Neil caught sight of a large group of werewolevs running through the city far below Neil himself. The Protettore looked in horror as the familiar roundup scheme was beginning to take place. With his other hand, Neil raised the receiver of his radio phone and began to call into it. "They're coming," he alerted all the Protettore in the area that shared the same wavelength on the radio.
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Post by yami on Jun 10, 2010 8:24:24 GMT 10
Courtez peeled open his blood shot eyes from one nightmare to the next as the werewolf call ripped him back into a hellish reality. He was in Japan doing some research on the amazing wepons the Hunters' elite possessed and often called upon the Protectore in the area to help. This night he was asked to help out durring the rumored werewolf gathering.
He shook awake as the wolf cries grew closer and tried to forget the reoccuring nightmare of claws dragging though his flesh. He started out the door with two pistols and a silver knife that caught fire when he ran into Neil and asked "How many does it look like?"
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Post by neil on Jun 10, 2010 8:45:53 GMT 10
Neil stared down below in horror as Courtez appeared standing near him. "It looks like over a hundred have started to come together..." he breathed in a panic that he was forcing away from himself. "The Hunters are doing the same thing they did last time. We have to get down there!" Before anymore could be said, Neil was already starting down the side of the building using the force of his light body to easily get down the walls. as his feet hit the ground, the Asian Protettore ran through the streets towards the werewolves that were now on the move as if something called to them that Neil could not here. Neil heard footsteps behind and presumed that it was moire Protettore. "Come on!" he half shouted not even looking over his shoulder to see who it was.
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Post by yami on Jun 10, 2010 9:03:24 GMT 10
Courtez ran after Neil as fast as he could but prefered to take the stairs as the Asian protectore went before him. He caught up with him soon enough and saw werewolfs beirg surrounded by several hunters and couldn't believe his eyes. He almost stopped in his tracks and called to Neil," Come on! We have to wait for the others! we can't take them on by ourselves!"
He caught up with Neil and grabbed hold of his shoulder as one of the hunters plunged a silver blade into a werewolf pup's stomach and ripping it open. The horrid metalic smell of blood was nothing compared to the whining screams of the pup. Seeing his childhood freind Adrian in the pup's face enraged Courtez and he could no longer controll himself. He let go of Neil and ran at the nearest hunter with a gun and pulled the trigger blasting a hole in the guys head about 3 inches wide. He was instantly coverend in blood and brain matter. "Are you comming?", He asked neil turning to him with a look of pure malace.
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Post by neil on Jun 10, 2010 9:09:46 GMT 10
Neil's eyes grew as he witnessed the sudden slaughtering and then Courtez's sharp reaction. For a split moment, all he could do was stare in horror. He had viewed death. This was true. But he never would have expected it out of a Protettore. Even if the hunters were bad, they were still human.... In that half second, Neil's eyes narrowed. He understood Courtez's ideas and quickly began to move towards the wolves. Suddenly being stopped by one of the hunters with a large pole-like weapon, Neil was bashed in the ribs and forced back. Shaking it off, he moved forwards again taking on this new fighter that he refused to allow any farther.
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Post by yami on Jun 10, 2010 9:36:15 GMT 10
Inspired by Neil's new enthusiam, Courtez jumped to the next Hunter and sliced open his throat. The mother werewolf whose pup was just murdered charged at one of the hunters with firey rage that sent fear racing down every beings' spine including his own. It seemed to snap the others out of their stupor and they joined the fight.
Courtez gave a yell of triumph as one of the wolves began to tear open a hunter's chest with it's sharp jaws. He turned around to the sound of foot steps and saw more hunters coming around the corners. He dropped his now empty pistols and picked up a hunter's sword. He cleaned the blade and charged at them with a raw throated war cry.
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Post by neil on Jun 10, 2010 9:41:14 GMT 10
Neil seized the bar that the hunter had used and shoved it straight at the hunter himself hitting the back of the man's neck and causing him to fall back. Neil took hold of the pole still and used it to spin and take out yet another hunter. He refused to let the hunters win. Not for what they did to his people.... yes they were his people. Despite the fact that they were werewolves... they were Asian people none the less, and Neil was not about to let anything happen to them. "Get out of my country!" Neil shouted continuing to wave the new pole like a sword not yet cut.
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Post by scythe on Jun 10, 2010 9:48:50 GMT 10
"My my Neil," Sojiro spoke in Japanese though a pure demonic smile,"You seem to have joined your parent's side. With your talents I had hoped to sway your opinion of these monsters."
She jumped from on top of a low hanging ottoman with her dragonhide trenchcoat and boots barely touching the ground as she summersaulted over his head and landed behind him. She swept a pigtail out of her demonicly smiling face as she walked towards him. "It has been a while has it not," she retorted," My cousin."
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Post by neil on Jun 10, 2010 9:56:06 GMT 10
Neil's eyes grew and then narrowed again as he noticed the face of Rukia... The cousin who had killed her own family or so the family had spoke of it. "What are you doing here, Ruru?" Neil asked darkly reflecting back at the ninja girl. However, he already knew what she was doing there. Backing up sharply, Neil held the pole between both hands ready to move if he needed.. in any direction. "So I'm guessing you're a hunter fully then," he sighed outright staring at her. He wouldn't attack... unless she did. There was still a part of them that remained linked. They were family.
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Post by scythe on Jun 10, 2010 10:19:08 GMT 10
Sojiro gave a twitch at her origional name and smiled even more demonicly. Through her plastered smile she responded,"I am a more a hunter than you are a man if you could not find it in you to kill my subordinate."
She gave a small gesture to the knocked out hunter and smiled. "You used to have a stomach of iorn Neil. But you became soft as these beasts became familiar with you. You know they kill many of us every day for food. How can you bear the thought of a friend not being dead in the next second because someone wanted a little snack. Many have lost their brothers, their sisters, their mothers, fathers, wives, and children to those beasts.."
She paused and looked over at a hunter thrusting a silver sword through the wolfmother's heart. Her smile became a bit more genuine as she continued,"... Many of us are just getting our just reward.."
The hunter drew the blade out and sliced through the belly of the werewolf.
"The quenching of our revenge,"
The hunter plunged the knife again unaware that the werewolf was dead.
"Our vendetta finally fullfilled."
He took out the knife and chopped off the wolf's head. Blood spurted out as the headless body fell to the ground.
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Post by neil on Jun 10, 2010 10:23:20 GMT 10
"STOP!" Neil shouted shaking his head before suddenly swinging the pole at Sojiro. "I won't let you do this Rukia! I refuse to let you do this!" he shouted. "They are people! They don't kill humans for food!" Swinging the pole directly at Sojiro, Neil found it come into contact with a giant scythe that appeared almost out of nowhere to him. His eyes widened for a split second as he recognized the familiar sight of the giant weapon he had seen a few weeks ago killing another group of werewolves. "You've been doing this all along?" he breathed outwards before forcing the rod forwards and breaking contact with the scythe. "You've been killing so many! Rukia!" he shouted angrily.
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Post by scythe on Jun 11, 2010 4:59:33 GMT 10
"I would prefer to call it purging," Sojiro smirked as she swung her scythe in a wide arc. She smoothly handled the huge weapon with practiced lethal grace. "I have been killing long before you began your training," she told him through a smile,"and in my opinion I feel it is an art I have mastered."
She paused and tilted her head slightly to the left in a psycodic manner,"In fact I have become so good at it that I have people who I control and have even brought my own master to his death."
She smiled and gave a gigantic swing towards her cousin's head.
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Post by neil on Jun 11, 2010 5:38:17 GMT 10
You've killed humans?" Neil's eyes widened sharply before narrowing. "You're just twisted...." he growled unable to find the words to express the sudden outrage in himself. Running forwards, he brought the pole upwards and made a motion to force the scythe from Sojiro's hand. "I won't let you hurt people, Rukia!" he shouted twisted the pole sideways and giving it extra momentum as he brought it straight down on the scythe. The vibrations of the impact caused Neil's muscles to twitch a fraction, but he held firm. He refused to allow her to get away with this.
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Post by scythe on Jun 11, 2010 5:49:45 GMT 10
Sojiro's smile twiched as she felt the jarring imapcat of the rod on her scythe. She was not going to be beat by anyone who was an ally to that monster who attacked her. She arced her blade high and brought it down towards her cousin's legs and cursed as he bearly missed her lethal blade. "Humans are boring to kill," she smirked with a demon smile,"they provide no thrill."
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Post by Soji on Jun 11, 2010 6:11:36 GMT 10
Ren weaved his way through the crowd of werewolves and hunters like a torpedo. In his right hand, Ren clasp a short gun while in his left, he kept hold of a long drawn out saber. It had been months since the easily ruthless hunter had had to force his saber into the mix of things, but the project had required it. After Luten Xu Shuriken had asked for more of the elite to come into Tokyo, there wasn't much more to be done on the subject except go. Now he was part of the werewolf roundup crew and knew his job well enough in itself. He had been at the top but something from behind had stopped the entire group, and now he was running back to find what had stopped the herding. As his eyes caught sight of what was going on, Ren narrowed his form and began dashing through the area.
As a large werewolf stood up on hind legs as if to charge him, the running hunter twisted his form and shot four bullets directly into the head of the wolf before turning and not even looking to make sure that the dead was done. The screams of sudden and drastic death that echoed out in the area did not faze him in the least. Over the course of months, Ren had perfected being an ace shot, and his confidence on the matter was steamed from his need to have one sharp talent or skill to try and soothe the inner turmoil his mind had faced in the last few weeks. Ren's eyes were everywhere at once, and he had already started to create a plan in his mind to get through the mess and restart it. No doubt the damn Protettore are here ... probably still trying to mess with plans.... Ren shook his head in irritation. He had somehow managed to psychologically hate the Protettore more and more intently blamed them for backing him into a corner and forcing him to kill them. This was the only idea behind Ren now.
As a hunter was about to be slashed across the throat by a werewolf who had backed the man up to the wall and was now standing on full hind legs, Ren redirected his running and moved at right angles towards the werewolf. Making a twisting then slashing motion with his arm, Ren cut easily into the flesh of the werewolf before kicking it aside as it fell and continued on. As his eyes moved around the scene, Ren caught sight of Sojiro fighting what appeared to be an Asian Protettore. Swearing to himself, Ren continued forwards and slashed more as he edged his way towards the fight between Neil and Sojiro.
Neil stood with a look of absolute dumfounded confusion. "Boring? Boring!" he shouted outwards feeling his own blood pressure go up. The Protettore boy couldn't take much more. His mind was angry... beyond reason. "How can you say that!" he screamed. "They're human lives!" Suddenly catching sight of a taller hunter weaving through the area with a blade in hand, Neil backed up sharply in order to avoid any sudden attack. "These are people! People that you are hurting! That you are killing!" Neil shook his head unable to find the words. His eyes narrowed sharply, and suddenly, his form all but seemed to disappear. He had done it, the technique of the family, speed strides. Neil was at Sojiro's throat within second, and his weapon had crossed with hers. Feeling his ankles dig into the cement around them, Neil breathed outwards sharply. "I won't forgive you, Rukia," he glared. "I refuse it!"
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