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Richard Carver:
{---Day 12 (3/5)---Date: October 3rd, 2013---Location: Kristiansand, Norway (Richard's Apartment--->Fencing Club)---Mood: Fencing Serious---Ooc: N/A}

Richard awoke to the sound of...well nothing. He looked around and noticed everything was quite peaceful for today. His dreams were still plaguing him with visions of peoples self sacrificing deaths, he had the phrase "he rises" really unnerving him, and overall was just super disgruntled with everything. What was he supposed to be doing today? Ah, right, fencing. That would get his mind off of it for sure. He raised out of bed and simply went over his morning routine. After getting dressed, and eating breakfast, he walked out with his fencing bag and travelled to the usual place.

Austin was waiting for him, already fully dressed and looking slightly impatient. He checked the time and realized he had been a whole half an hour later than he should've been. These dreams were starting to bother him so much that he couldn't even be punctual for his practice anymore. 'Whatever I just got to get in the groove of it now.' He got his garb on and started practicing with Austin.

 

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A shower after a work out always felt nice and after placing back his clothes, Alistair walked on towards a nearby chair and merely sat there with his usual glass of wine. Alistair Grey was never truly the strongest but he did have moderate strength if he did have to endure a scuffle and he did posses a mind that would make up for any lack of strength. Exercising was one of the few things he really felt like doing as he merely rested at home and awaited for whats to come for him.

All Alistair could really do at the moment was truly think of the situation and try and see just what had occurred over time and what would affect him in general. First thing was the rise of Lucifer. The crash in America did not fail to catch his attention and for him he realized that it was probably Lucifer's sign of the end for humanity. Second was the topic of Danel, the foolish angel came to him with Lucifer's message and Alistair could easily assume that he wasn't the only one to gain this message. Surely he had not been the only angel waling around the world and surely Azrael's strength alone was probably not enough. Danel's weak message showed that there was opposition and a threat to his cause and the so called red haired ***** was certainly this threat. The red haired bitch was gathering angels just like Danel...so it was apparent that the red head would probably visit him unless certain things occurred. It was at this point Alistair began to wonder how it would have been if the girl had visit him instead...he would have joined her...but in the end Lucifer's side did seem the most intriguing.

With a sigh Alistair rested his head back and took a sip. He wondered how strong the RHB (red haired *****) was and began to wonder just who would win in a duel between RHB and Danel. What was he supposed to exactly do if the girl knocked on his doorstep? With no orders in sight he would have to merely treat her like a guest and let her be off her way. With a sigh he could only smile and watch the outdoors.

 

❖ MAP ❖ OOC ⟡ ✖ ❖ WEARING ❖
❖ DAY ⟡ 12 ⦙ 4/5 ❖ DATE ⟡ Thursday ⦙ October 03, 2013 ❖
❖ LOCATION ⟡ Albany, NY [Hotel Parking Lot//Warehouse] ❖ INTERACTION ⟡ ✖ ❖


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❝ All right, Red. Normally, I wouldn't a hit woman, but if you're gonna insist on this. ❞ Samuel simply shrugged as he said the last bit. He assumed his fighting stance, one fist held out about a foot in front of his face and the other right next to his face. She was really getting sick of being called Red. ❝ Let's dance! ❞​

Hana crinkled her brows and narrowed her eyes at the criminal. ❝ Are you stupid? ❞ she asked him curtly. ❝ We're not doing it right this second. We're in the hotel parking lot. ❞ She waved her arm widely, indicating the building behind them. ❝ Come on." Hana stormed passed him and grabbed Samuel by the elbow. She signaled for the rest of them to follow her. This area of Albany was more residential. They needed an empty quiet place to practice. That was rather difficult in New York to acquire, but after a bit of walking, she managed to come across an abandoned looking warehouse. Hana was not above trespassing. Some sins were just obstacles these days and since she was never going to receive redemption, it seemed pointless to follow them.

She stood in front of the building, a few blocks from the hotel, and pointed back at it. ❝ We'll train in here. It's secluded and we won't draw any attention to ourselves. ❞ Hana pulled out her phone, having got Cassandra's number before leaving, and called her up quickly, giving the other girl directions on how to get to the warehouse should she want to join them. When she hung up, Hana slipped the phone back into her jeans pocket and looked at the others. ❝ Well then, let's go inside. ❞ She shot Samuel a sideways glance.❝ Then, we can fight. ❞
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Samuel Riviera
DAY: 12 - 4/5 | DATE: October 3rd, 2013, Thursday | LOCATION: Hotel Parking Lot ==> Warehouse in Albany, NY

Little Red crinkled her brows and narrowed her eyes at Sam. "Are you stupid?" The tone of her voice was curt. What? "We're not doing it right this second. We're in the hotel parking lot." She waved her are wildly, indicating the building behind them. He looked around and understood where she was coming from. She didn't want to attract too much attention from the other people around them. Although Sam was used to just fighting where ever he happened to be at the moment. Maybe he was a little too used to it. He picked up his jacket from the ground. "Come on." Little Red stormed passed and grabbed Sam by the elbow.

"Whoa, hey, hey, hey!" She continued to drag him along as the others followed at her signal. After a bit of walking, they arrived in front of what looked like an abandoned warehouse. A more private place to fight. I guess I'm fine with this. He let out a grunt as he pulled his arm from her grip.

She stood in front of it and pointed at it. "We'll train in here. It's secluded and we won't draw any attention to ourselves." As if that wasn't already clear. Little Red pulled out her phone and called someone, probably the person they visited, and gave them directions on how to get to the warehouse. After hanging up, she put her phone back in her pocket and then looked at the others. "Well then, let's go inside." She shot Sam a sideways glance. "Then, we can fight."

"Oh, I'm going to enjoy this." He cracked his knuckles as he said so.

 

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Wearing --- Music ​

---Date:Thursday, October 3nd, 2013 ---Day: 12 | 4/5 --- Interaction: N/A --- Working: No --- City: Albany --- OOC: - - -​

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Cassandra heard her phone ring but she wasn't awake and let it hit voicemail. When she woke up not long afterwards she got herself cleaned up and dressed and opened up the phone and listened to the voicemail. It was Hana giving her instructions to go to a... warehouse?​

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Well that isn't sketchy as fuck.​

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Cassandra sat in the room for a few minutes listening to music from her phone, she only did this to think. If she headed there now, she probably wasn't coming back. So what was she gonna do. Lillian was out and about and she knew Lillian would hate it if she left without saying goodbye face to face with her.​

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Cassandra closed her eyes, something was telling her to just go, that it was the right path to go with them, and she was starting to wonder why she was having such a sudden change in thought. She didn't even hae time to resist as she felt herself packing up her things [she managed to get things shipped to her from Manhattan thanks to a friend although it wasn't a lot just mostly essentials and a couple outfits which she would have to cycle through] and then she headed out of the house. She stopped before she left and wrote a note to Lillian and gave it to her oldest younger sibling as she left.​

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Cassandra didn't know how to drive. She felt she didn't need to learn, she lived in New York, New York her entire life and the place it transportation heaven. However she didn't want to be sketchy and call up a taxi to send her to a warehouse, so she walked to a bus stop and waited there. She didn't have a real suitcase, it was a laptop bag filled with all the stuff she had at Lillian's. It wasn't light, and it hurt her shoulder, but she didn't like carrying suitcases anyway.​

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When she got on the bus everyone in it was quiet, and that was when that unsettling public transportation after a terrorist attack feeling set in.​

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Salgiel had been quiet most of the trip. Besides sleeping, he would either draw or stare out the window. Whenever they saw an animal near the road, he perked up to stare at it intently. He was an avid hunter, and would have loved to get out of the car to go hunt for days with bow in hand. Sadly, he was stuck with the group of people the red head was gathering so he couldn’t scurry off. The angel only spoke when spoken to, which was rarely.

Getting out of Mexico was fabulous. The heat wasn’t so intense that you’d get fatigued just by stepping outside. Plus, he could wear his shirt again, which seemed like a relief to the group since it was uncomfortable being around a shirtless stranger. The bad thing, though, was that he had to leave Fog there in Mexico until Hana’s little group of misfits came to a stop somewhere to train. Fog had been left with one of the ranchmen in one of the cities. Dante gave the man his cell phone number, and explained to process and payment. The horse was glad to be free of the saddle, bags, and reins, but it was clearly seen that him and his owner did not want to part. It had to be done, though, for the sake of time.

He longed to take a ride on Hay Sun’s motorcycle to get some fresh air, but hardly anyone trusted anyone else so it was out of the question to ask. She and Samuel seemed to be getting on even terms, which was good if Hana wanted the group to get along. They were both violent, as Dante understood, which made him not want to intervene in case he came out as a “goodie-two-shoes”.

In fact, in his lifetime – this lifetime to be in fact – he had been the center of plenty of mischief. Shoplifting was a favorite among his hobbies, and there was also the illegal killing of animals. He didn’t want to pay any money to get a stupid license just to get two or three fauna. The cops could never find him because he never left behind any parts of the animals to track him by. Being a skilled bowman, he also had silence and stealth at his aid. Guns were just too loud and sloppy for Salgiel. Any excess pelts or parts that came upon him were sold through illegal means, such as the black market. The angel kept only the best furs and meats for himself.

This hobby has supported him since he was eighteen, getting through the ruts that art itself can’t keep up. Also, being a scarce spender, his money could last him a few, well-off years without employment. Of course, he has never shared this with anyone, and prefers to keep it secret.

At one point, Hana pulled over to someone’s house. Clearly it was the home of another angel, as the compass was pointing to it and he had that pulling feeling again. The red head made it clear for only her and Hay Sun to approach, so Salgiel got out of the car to stretch while others stayed inside to sleep.

Later that day they all spent the night at a hotel. Chicks were in one room and the guys were in the other. Yes, Samuel was good for eye candy, but he wasn’t in the mood to go messing around with people. The night was long with weird dreams.

In the morning, everyone was gathered in the parking lot of the hotel. Hana had suggested training. Not being a morning person, Salgiel declined for the moment and let out a yawn. Samuel, though, was picked to fight the red head herself. After moving their location from the hotel parking lot to an abandoned warehouse, Xathanael was ready to duke it out. Dante simply made his way to a group of crates in a corner to take a seat and watch the fight. He wasn’t too excited, which could be seen on his dull expression.

 

❖ MAP ❖ OOC ⟡ ✖ ❖ WEARING ❖
❖ DAY ⟡ 12 ⦙ 4/5 ❖ DATE ⟡ Thursday ⦙ October 03, 2013 ❖
❖ LOCATION ⟡ Albany, NY [Warehouse] ❖ INTERACTION ⟡ ✖ ❖


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❝ Oh, I'm going to enjoy this. ❞ Samuel cracked his knuckles as he said so.​

Hana rolled her eyes and ushered them towards the building. There was a large over-sized lock on it and she stood in front of the door with her hand touching the lock for a moment. She would purchase the building. That would make up for trespassing and damaging the property. Plus, realty was a good investment. The lock clunked to the ground and she pulled the heavy rusted chains off the door. It swung open immediately, clearly having barely been held on.

She waited for everyone to walk inside before shutting the door behind them. It would have been dark in there if it wasn't for the windows high up on the walls. The warehouse was huge. There was a catwalk that ran around the building and a large hook and chain hanging from the center of the ceiling. A power box was on the opposite wall, but it did not turn on. This place probably hadn't had power in years. The sheet aluminum walls were rusted and flaking. The air was stagnant. She sneezed twice from the layers of dust and dirt that filled the room. There was a large box painted on the ground that would serve for a decent fighting ring. She would have everyone else stand on the opposite side of the faded black painted line.

Hana flicked her two fingers in Samuel's direction then pointed down at the lines. She crossed the room, standing about fifteen feet away from the others and squeezed the backpack hanging from her shoulders. ❝ Everyone else, stand outside that line in front of you. We're going to fight in this box. After I destroy Samuel, does anyone else want to try? ❞ There was no doubt in her voice. She didn't even bother to look at him. Her blue eyes were cool and collected as she looked at the others for a moment before finally turning her attention to the man she picked up in Mexico. ❝ Feel free to attack me whenever you're ready. ❞ she told him.​

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Samuel Riviera
DAY: 12 - 4/5 | DATE: October 3rd, 2013, Thursday | LOCATION: Warehouse in Albany, NY

Little Red rolled her eyes at Sam's comment. He was eager to stretch out his limbs a little and get into a scuffle. It would help him relax and keep his mind off of things. Not to mention it would tell him how hard a struggle it would be should he have to confront her directly in his current condition. A good way to gauge how much training he needs before he could efficiently and effectively kill her.

She had her hand on a large lock on chains. After a little bit of time passed, the lock clunked onto the ground and she pulled the rusted chains off of the door. It swung open immediately, barely hanging on. Going into the place, it was completely filthy, with all kinds of dust and dirt covering almost everything in the warehouse. The aluminum walls were flaking and showed signs of rusting. It felt like he was back in prison just standing in the warehouse. Good times, good times.

On the floor, there was a faded black box that was painted onto the floor. It seemed like Little Red wanted to use this square as a fighting ring or something like that. Although it really made no difference to Sam where they fought, as long as it would happen. She motioned for him to get into the box. Little Red herself walked across the room and stood about fifteen feet from the others as she took off her little backpack.

"Everyone else, stand outside that line in front of you. We're going to fight in this box. After I destroy Samuel, does anyone else want to try?" Sam started laughing. She was so confident in herself. Maybe she really was a threat and that's why they needed her dead. Although, if Sam really was the strongest out of them all, then all he would have to do is tap into his powers or whatever and finish the job. He swept some of the dust off of the floor and placed his jacket in that spot. "Feel free to attack me whenever you're ready."

"Alright, Red." He assumed his fighting stance once again and stood about two feet away from her. After quickly sizing her up, he decided that he really didn't have much to go on. He had no idea if she was able to fight. I mean, if Hay Sun could put up a good fight, Little Red would be just as capable of it. After staring at her for a short while, he performed a sweep kick against one of her legs.

 

❖ MAP ❖ OOC ⟡ ✖ ❖ WEARING ❖
❖ DAY ⟡ 12 ⦙ 4/5 ❖ DATE ⟡ Thursday ⦙ October 03, 2013 ❖
❖ LOCATION ⟡ Albany, NY [Warehouse] ❖ INTERACTION ⟡ Samuel ❖


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❝ Alright, Red. ❞ Samuel assumed his fighting stance once again and stood about two feet away from Hana. After staring at her for a short while, he performed a sweep kick against one of her legs.​

Hana jumped up, tucking her feet in against her body and landed lightly in the same spot she originally stood. She shut her eyes for a second and concentrated. She wrapped her body in the glamour and blended in with her surroundings. That was the thing about the glamour. It was more of a camouflage than an invisibility. She sidestepped and stood beside him. Teasingly, Hana tapped Samuel on the shoulder before moving to the other side of him. Back and forth she went repeatedly. She used to watch him fight in the shadows. He was strong, but lacked organization. His skills were unrefined. Samuel definitely wasn't what he used to be as Abaddon.

Her head hurt. Hana let the glamour fade after only a couple minutes, wrapping her arm around his throat from over his shoulder. He was taller than her, but it mattered little for Hana. She was agile and The Hidden One. When she was in her prime, her glamour was stronger than even that of an Archangel. She could still hold it up long enough to evade situations, but it usually came with headaches after. ❝ I haven't been this close to you since I was little, ❞ she commented coolly.​

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Samuel Riviera
DAY: 12 - 4/5 | DATE: October 3rd, 2013, Thursday | LOCATION: Warehouse in Albany, NY

As he performed his sweep kick, Red jumped up and tucked her feet in close to her body to avoid it. She landed in the same spot and shut her eyes. After about a second or so, she seemingly disappeared into nothing. What the fuck? Where'd she go? Damn! This is gonna be a problem if she can turn invisible like this! That means I have to get the drop on her when I kill her! He looked around with a flustered look on his face. As he searched around for her, he felt a tap on his shoulder. The moment he felt the tapping, he turned to punch what her thought was where she was standing only to hit the air around him.

"Heh, you're toying with me..." From behind him, he saw Little Red's arm wrap around his throat. She was shorter than he was, but she had wrapped her arm around his neck. As he struggled her heard her say, "I haven't been this close to you since I was little." Little Red was definitely having fun, it seemed.

"Oh yeah? Did you miss being this close to me, Red?" He grabbed the arm she had around his neck and held on to it tightly. With his other arm, he tried to keep her close to his back and propelled himself to fall over backwards. "How 'bout we take this to the floor?" He calmly quipped as he felt himself falling over.

 

After being corralled into the hotel parking lot by Hana, Shane listened as she talked about getting some training in. While he was curious as to what he could do in terms of angel powers, he currently had little combat experience. He did know a little bit of boxing but that was years ago and he wasn't exactly proficient in it in the first place. Though she picked Samuel so he didn't have to worry about it.

Once they'd gotten to the area of which they would be sparring, he just stood back and watched.

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❖ MAP ❖ OOC ⟡ ✖ ❖ WEARING ❖
❖ DAY ⟡ 12 ⦙ 5/5 ❖ DATE ⟡ Thursday ⦙ October 03, 2013 ❖
❖ LOCATION ⟡ Albany, NY [Warehouse] ❖ INTERACTION ⟡ Samuel ❖


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❝ Oh yeah? Did you miss being this close to me, Red? ❞ Samuel grabbed her arm and held on to it tightly. He sounded ridiculous like that. The pressure on her arm was uncomfortable. With his other arm, he tried to keep her close to his back and propelled himself to fall over backwards. "How 'bout we take this to the floor?" Samuel calmly quipped as they fell backwards, him landing on top of her.​

The wind was momentarily knocked out of Hana as her back slammed against the floor. Samuel was heavy. That jerk. Tsch. She tightened her grip around his throat and stuck her other arm out in the direction of her backpack. Hana had left it open on the ground. It wasn't within reach, but that mattered little. ❝ Luria, ❞ she declared, ❝ come to me. ❞ Hana wrapped her legs around Samuel's waist, squeezing tightly with her thighs. Her bag shook and she watched as the box inside came flying out. It popped open and a glittering white and silver wand-like bar flew into her hand. It had been centuries since she took Luria out of the box. The wand transformed in her hand, glowing as it enlarged to a full-sized sword.

Hana angled it towards Samuel. The blade glowed gold and silver. The hilt was embedded with sapphires and rubies, wrapped in the golden ribbons that wound the hilt. If it weren't for the fact that Luria was made special for her, it would have been too heavy given the size. The sword hummed with life and the edge of the blade brushed against his side. ❝ Are you going to get off of me you brute? ❞​

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Samuel Riviera
DAY: 12 - 5/5 | DAY: October 3rd, 2013, Thursday | LOCATION: Warehouse in Albany, NY

After the impact, Little Red had her breath knocked out of her. It felt quite satisfying to have her pinned behind his back on the floor. That meant that he could maintain superiority like this, using his greater weight and frame against her like this. However, he noticed that she had her arm stretched out to her backpack. What was she trying to reach for? "Luria," she muttered as she kept her hand outstretched, "come to me."

"The fuck?" Just what was she trying to pull? She had her legs wrapped around his waist, squeezing tightly. "Urgh! You crafty little..." Before he could finish what he was saying, something came flying out of Little Red's backpack. It darted straight to her hand and in a matter of seconds, the thing that looked like some kind of wand became a full-sized sword. "Where the hell...?" She angled it towards him.

"Are you going to get off of me you brute?" Sam stared at the elegantly designed sword, dumbfounded. After a minute or so of staring at it, he began to chuckle.

"Alright, alright." He forced her legs apart and got up off of her and dusted off himself off. Sam forced out a sigh of relief, "Well, I didn't expect a goody-two shoes like you to pull a weapon on me. Seems a little unfair, but I think I can manage." As he rotated his shoulder, he tilted his head from side to side, a cracking sound ringing as he did so. He assumed his fighting stance once more, an amused grin clear on his face. "C'mon, if you wanna play like that, then let's play!"

 

After a few hours of looking for more info on the halo patrol and looking through a few of those dating websites to try to find a woman for the halo patrol's plans. Their were a few promising ones, but Tyson was still a little weary in getting some poor girl involved in this business, so he wasn't trying to hard. Tyson decided to go on to bed, he thought maybe he could have a good nights sleep for once.

 

❖ MAP ❖ OOC ⟡ ✖ ❖ WEARING ❖
❖ DAY ⟡ 12 ⦙ 5/5 ❖ DATE ⟡ Thursday ⦙ October 03, 2013 ❖
❖ LOCATION ⟡ Albany, NY [Warehouse] ❖ INTERACTION ⟡ Samuel ❖


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❝ Alright, alright. ❞ Samuel forced Hana's legs apart and got up off of her, dusting himself off. He sighed. ❝ Well, I didn't expect a goody-two shoes like you to pull a weapon on me. Seems a little unfair, but I think I can manage. ❞ As Samuel rotated his shoulder, he tilted his head from side to side, a cracking sound ringing as he did so. He assumed his fighting stance once more, an amused grin clear on his face. ❝ C'mon, if you wanna play like that, then let's play! ❞​

Hana climbed to her feet while he did all that. So enthusiastic. She smirked. He was hiding something. she knew it. Her hands gripped the hilt of Luria effortlessly. She didn't have any actual plans on fighting with the sword, but now he seemed so interested in the idea of it. ❝ Hmph, ❞ she took a fighting stance. ❝ Luria, return. ❞ The sword assumed its original form and she quickly used it like a pencil to pull back her hair. The long red locks would only get away and she didn't want to use the sword.

Her hands were free as she rushed him. The world shimmered around him and she blended in to her surroundings as her fist slammed into his chest. It hurt, given how solid he was. Hana sidestepped, gripping her wrist. Stupid oaf. She preferred fighting in this manner, rather than with a weapon. There was the familiar pain in her forehead again from the glamour. She wouldn't be able to keep it up. Hana dropped to the ground, hugging her wrist close to her chest and gripping her head. How unfortunate. She slammed her hand into the back of his leg and rolled out of the way. ❝ Ready to give up? ❞ she asked through her glamour.​

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Wearing --- Music ​

---Date:Thursday, October 3nd, 2013 ---Day: 12 | 5/5 --- Interaction: N/A --- Working: No --- City: Albany --- OOC: - - -​

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Cassandra finally got off the bus after going through transportation hell. She walked the rest of the way to the warehouses and looked around for one with people there. She couldn't find it as she looked around until she heard a bunch of yelling as though people were sparring.​

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Assuming it was them, she walked at a steady pace up to the warehouse and walked in quietly to see Hana and a man fighting, but the man was not equipped with anything. Hana was, with a sword to be precise. But as Cassandra fully entered, Hana spoke to it and it turned into a pencil. By no logic she could understand how that worked out.​

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Still, she understood the angel stuff, but the concept of magic was still new to her, and Cassandra dropped her bag in a complete shock onto the ground, "H-huh... the fuck?"​

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Ooc: Short post because getting off computer.

Richard returned home after a day of fencing with Austin. Today he had fenced slightly off because of the recent thoughts plaguing his mind and suffered for it. God this was bad if it actually started affecting the way he fenced. Regardless he went home, ate dinner and went to bed just the same. He knew that tonight would, in no way, be a peaceful sleep, but fatigue from the days events and his body's natural need to rest caught up with him and he finally fell asleep.

 

Samuel Riviera
DAY: 12 - 5/5 | DATE: October 3rd, 2013, Thursday | LOCATION: Warehouse in Albany, NY

"Hmph," she took a fighting stance. "Luria, return." The sword transformed into what looked like some kind of wand and quickly used it to pull her hair back. It mad him a little angry that she decided to fight hand-to-hand instead of with a weapon. As she rushed at him, the air around Sam shimmered and she disappeared again. He felt a solid thunk against his chest, but it didn't hurt nearly as much as he expected. Dammit, where is she? In his bewildered search to find her, he felt her hand drive into the back of his knee. It caused Sam to buckle over backwards. He quickly looked to see where it came from and saw dust rising up from where she rolled away "Ready to give up?" She was taunting him, making him even madder.

"No way in hell, Red!" Anger laced his voice as he rolled off of the ground and into the general direction of where he saw the dust flying up. Her antics of disappearing and attacking him were starting to piss him off. It threw off his normal rational thinking. AAAAAH! Stupid bitch! Where is she? I'm gonna make her wish she never challenged me to this little fight! Blind with rage, he began to swing his fists wildly against the air where he thought she was. "RAAAAAAH! Where the hell are you!?" Sam punched into the ground hard, causing his knuckles to split open and begin to bleed. He seemed feral as he looked around. "Me, give up? You're fucking joking, right?"

 

❖ MAP ❖ OOC ⟡ ✖ ❖ WEARING ❖
❖ DAY ⟡ 12 ⦙ 5/5 ❖ DATE ⟡ Thursday ⦙ October 03, 2013 ❖
❖ LOCATION ⟡ Albany, NY [Warehouse//Hotel] ❖ INTERACTION ⟡ Samuel ❖


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❝ RAAAAAAH! Where the hell are you!? ❞ Sam punched into the ground hard. He almost hit her! Blue eyes widened in a second's worth of fear as she stared up at him. He seemed feral as he looked around. ❝ Me, give up? You're fucking joking, right? ❞​

Hana jumped to her feet and let the glamour fall around her. She felt dizzy. She stepped towards him quickly and grabbed his bleeding hand between her lanky freckled fingers. Hana ran her thumb over the cuts and sighed. ❝ You're never going to win an important fight if you get so hotheaded all of the time. You need to keep your cool and concentrate Samuel. This bursting rage where you go wild and act like an animal shall be your downfall. Remember that, ❞ she told him. She wiped the blood off on the back of her jeans. Her gaze drifted over the others for a second. Cassandra managed to join them at some point.

She glanced towards the windows. The shadows had shifted and were casting a new length and direction. ❝ We should be getting back. I'll get us one more night at the hotel we stayed at last night--the one our vehicles are located at. Tomorrow we're leaving, or at least, I'm leaving. There's somewhere I need to go. If you don't want to come with, you don't have to. ❞ She sighed and glanced back up at Samuel before dropping his hand. ❝ I can help you with this when we get back, ❞ she told him.

Hana grabbed her bag and scooped up the box, pulling the sword out of her hair and placing it back inside. She slung the bag over her shoulders and her red hair fell in waves around her face. The hotel wasn't too far. She directed everyone back to the hotel and got two rooms again. Hana washed up and ate something. She felt tired from using so much of the glamour and fighting Samuel that she fell asleep early.​

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