Vincent sighed and held his hands palm up to the sky as he shrugged, "Then, what to do? My, this seems almost difficult. I'm tempted to let you kill him if only for a few kicks, but..." he closed his eyes again and walked toward Alec, "I do need him alive. You see, my old friend, I've been researching their kind. It's been quite fruitful." He brushed the hair from Alec's golden eyes. Alec flinched away from Vincent's hand, "D-don't touch me." He tried to back away and Vincent grabbed his throat. "Leaving so soon?" He opened his eyes again and stared at Alec's golden eyes, "Don't you dare try to read my mind boy, I hate it when you poke around in my thoughts and remember the last time you did that, you found something quite unpleasant."
Vincent opened his eyes and slowly focused the blood red irisis on Alec, "Don't be absurd. That thing over there is no son of mine. I have no son." Alec flinched. "But then, who would claim a filthy half-breed like that as their son? Certainly you wouldn't, I'm not going to, and I can't think of any vampire that would. He's simply...a dog as he said I treat him so." Vincent turned his unnatural red eyes on Versago, "I didn't expect you to be here of all places. It is quite a surprise, but you never were one to simply stay low." Vincent's pale face pulled back into a snarl/smile, "It's quite amusing, riling up half-breeds, isn't it?"
Zane hurried up the wall, flipping through it and landing beside her, "Okay, we're in. That was so difficult. Now the harder part. Lady's first."
Alec bared his teeth, fangs and all and clenched his fists. He opened his mouth to speak when he heard footsteps. "I had no idea you thought so ill of me. Why I thought we had gotten along quite well...Versago." Vincent Strife walked calmly to stand but a few feet from Alec and the vampire, "Shame, I was going to let you live. The others had considered killing you, but I guess you could say I am a moron for thinking you would come to your senses and realize who your comrades were and stop trying to kill us." Vincent's black cloak billowed out behind him and he kept his eyes shut as he spoke, his fangs showing each time he opened his mouth to speak.
Alec frantically fought for control, "I..." He made the mistake of looking up at the vampire man, "That moron is my father!" he snarled, "He may be a vampire and treat me like a dog, but no one insults my family!"
Do I even want to know why this is here, besides that you were obviously really bored? *awkward stare down* I didn't think so.
Zane huffed, "Never a dull moment is there." He ran after her, his hidden blade flicked out in case Mya missed.
Xenree glanced back to see her paling, she hadn't thought it was possible, yet she grew paler, "You're worried about being hungry here. You can't eat a pure heart. Since it'll be extremely difficult for even me to obtain, it would be harder for you to get to eat." She walked along until they came to a balcony, "I guess this is where that passage leads." Below the balcony was a large golden and brightly lit ballroom, "So, someone really does live here."
OOC: Yeah, we're at Beast's Castle. Xenree just found a secret way into the castle and they're heading in. dbm if you're on, Marluxia disappeared and Xone is a little ticked off still. BIC: Xenree shook her head, "I'm sorry, I don't have a clue where we are. This castle...I can feel it...a pure heart lives here. I wasn't so sure at the entrance, but now...I'm positive. Now all we have to do is find that person and take their heart." Xenree's voice was emotionless and the shadows seemed to pulse with her excitement. Xone didn't relax as Marluxia disappeared. His eyes still burned a deep red, "That idiot...they don't learn..." he growled low under his breath.
Zane nodded, "What we need is an open, unnattended window...unless you wanna jump down the chimey like Santa?" he wasn't smiling, completely serious if that's what it took to get into the palace, he'd do it.
Marked Name: (Or at least nickname/title.) Nero the Shadow Gender: Male Age: 18 "Race": (Wielder, Higher N, Lesser N...?) Higher Nobody Mark: (White or Black) Black Normal Appearance: (At least, how they look before the RP starts.) http://api.ning.com/files/QFUIXb6MJ3GNg-KlP*S0VuowbRB0yNBFvhn-DJ35iu6RtR-aV-MyNAsbDcULGhlu9FYwjYDkIa0uFrzbSRhKZQIDibY-G5Y-/EresAnimeGuyWinged1.jpg Broken Appearance: http://i.ytimg.com/vi/hzE26CBa47s/hqdefault.jpg (it's the purple creature behind the normal guy.) Personality: (Their normal/former personality before being Marked.) Nero was a normally quiet guy, he barely spoke to his superiors or his underlings. He made a move and they followed his order without a word from him. Without emotion this was easily explained. Nero's temper normally was hard to provoke. Bio: (Remember to include how they got Marked, and what they have been doing up until the time of the RP.) Nero had roamed the dark forests of the afterlife for a while, running from the Broken that followed him. The Broken eventually wore him down and ripped apart his right side, the Mark extending to below his right eye. Nero had been searching for the Broken who ripped into him since he was Marked for revenge and awaiting in the afterlife for the one who killed him in the first place. Other: He has one black wing which symbolizes his betrayal of his fellow Nobodies, which is useless in flight. Writing Sample: Nero ran from the slowly moving thing behind him. It was always chasing him. His feet pounded on the ground he couldn't even see because of the thick fog surrounding up to his ankles. The toe of his boot caught on something and he fell heavily to the ground, landing with a panicked cry, "N-no! C'mon, c'mon!" He struggled with his foot and the thing following him came steadily closer. It's bone-chilling scream filling his ears as it saw he couldn't run anymore. He bit his tongue to keep from screaming in fright and ripped his foot from whatever was holding him down and continued running. The thing must have been tired of chasing him as it ran super fast and now stood in front of him, it's mutated form twitching involuntarily. Nero barely had time to realize it was standing in front of him as it swung back it's long clawed arm and slashed through his right side. The long claws ripping through flesh in his side, arm and even below his eye, leaving a burning pain behind. Nero screamed bloody murder and fell to the fogged ground. The thing left him and a violent tremor ran through him, "Son of a B****!" His skin felt as if it were on fire and he rolled to his back, staring up at the dark unchanging sky. Finally Nero closed his eyes and the rest of his pain became a foggy memory.
I agree. If you don't wanna be bothered, get off the web. Jeez louise, even I know that! C'mon man, get your head outta the game.
Zane quickly followed her.
Zane anxiously tapped his fingers against his sword after straightening up from a bow. He looked out over the crowd of moving people. "We'll have to make quick work of the Pazzi then. Play time is over."
Zane passed off the Merichi to the guard and the vial back, "Make sure he gets the proper treatment, but you guys already know that." He nodded to Mya, "Let's go."
Xenree tapped her fingers against the door, "There has to be a way in." She walked along the wall, touching her hands along it. Parts of the wall was a lighter shade of brick, "Hmm, I wonder." Summoning her normal Keyblade she slammed it against the wall and it rumbled, slowly lifting up, "I knew it. C'mon Mage, we have our way in."
Zane carried the Merichi. He struggled weakly on his shoulder. "Sir, if you don't want to get hurt anymore, I suggest you stay still. We're here to help, not harm you." He laid still which in it's own way made Zane nervous. The Merichi was still a heavy man and since being poisoned, Zane was still exhausted, "How much farther, Mya!"
Luce suppressed her looks of loathing as she followed the ranger. Scott's question was one she wanted to know too. As soon as they killed what ever and how many whatevers it was, she was going home, curling into a nap and taking a long shower to wash the soon to be clinging stench of the ranger off her skin. She noticed his look at her shotgun and loved how uncomfortable he was.
