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Post by guoping on Sept 2, 2010 20:22:13 GMT -5
"Hehe, that's very good," Syntyche nodded. "well it is getting very late. I should be getting home."
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Post by Sara on Sept 3, 2010 9:34:51 GMT -5
Naamie nodded. "Goodnight."
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Post by guoping on Sept 5, 2010 14:31:39 GMT -5
Syntyche hurried home after giving Naamie a little wave. It really was getting quite cold out and she regretted not wearing pants. But she was at her apartment soon enough. As she locked the door behind her and took off her coat she noticed something was amiss.
She looked around, there was nothing missing, everything was as she had left it, but there was something in the air. Syntyche cautiously gripped her daggers and walked silently through her apartment. Syntyche was about to let her guard back down when she heard a male voice from behind her.
"So you've been entertaining the king tonight?" the voice was deep and filled with steel.
Syntyche whipped around, ready to strike, but the man (or rather the were) caught her wrists and forced her weapons out of her hands. He was nearly snarling at her, teeth bared and eyes glowing with malice.
"What do you want?" Syntyche demanded, trying to wriggle free.
He chuckled, "I want many things, for starters Mauro's head on a platter and his position."
"Then why are you here? What do I have do with-" Syntyche began but was thrown to the wall, hard.
All the air in her was forced out of her lungs and she gasped. She was unable to recover by the time the were was upon her again, one hand circling her neck the other pinning her hands together so she couldn't move. She made desperate gagging noises, trying to get air.
"I want you," he grinned. "To kill Mauro for me. No one would suspect a cute little thing like you."
He loosened his grip on her neck enough for Syntyche to respond. "Never." she choked out.
The Were growled and threw Syntyche to the ground, landing on top of her. "Do as I say or I'll kill you!" he yelled in her face.
The Were was bruising her neck and she was sure a rib had been broken from him throwing her like a rag doll. Syntyche laid there, unable to do anything. If she used her abilities as a Siren now, she might live, but she would suffer a fate worse than death. Please, she thought. someone help me.
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Post by Sara on Sept 12, 2010 15:41:00 GMT -5
Drake was walking through a part of town that bordered on the Red Light District when he heard something going on. He headed towards the commotion and found an attractive woman being harassed by a male Shifter. Drake headed right for the man, coming up behind him. "Let her go," he ordered.
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Post by guoping on Sept 12, 2010 19:51:13 GMT -5
(they're in Syntyche's apartment right now.)
The shifter growled and turned his head. "This is none of your buisness boy."
On the floor Syntyche was going in and out of consciousness from the lack of air and the pain radiating through her body. She no longer understood what was going on, other than she was in pain, there was a man pinning her to the floor, and she didn't want to die.
"Help," she managed to croak out weakly.
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Post by Sara on Sept 12, 2010 20:57:18 GMT -5
(didn't know)
"It is my business when you're attempting to kill someone. You know the laws here." Drake came up and grasped the man's neck, putting a little pressure on the pressure points. "Now let her go."
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Post by guoping on Sept 12, 2010 22:29:06 GMT -5
(its fine)
The shifter flinched and released Syntyche. He whirled around setting his eyes on Drake. "Who are you?" he growled.
Meanwhile Syntyche was dragging herself away from the shifter and Drake. Which was extremely difficult for her at this point.
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Post by Sara on Sept 13, 2010 0:33:52 GMT -5
Drake felt his hold be broken. "I'm Drake, familiar to Sara, Goddess of Wyld Nites."
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Post by guoping on Sept 13, 2010 7:45:07 GMT -5
The shifter's narrowed eyes snapped open and he dropped to one knee, keeping his head down. "I am sorry Drake, I did not mean to offend you."
The shifter began to slink out of the apartment. He cast a look back at Syntyche, eyes saying 'this is far from over'. Now Syntyche was barely holding onto her consciousness, golden eyes dull and pupils like disks.
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Post by Sara on Sept 13, 2010 10:32:15 GMT -5
Drake watched the Shifter slink out, but didn't move to attack. He moved towards Syntyche, offering to help her up.
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Post by guoping on Sept 13, 2010 12:19:56 GMT -5
Syntyche reached out her hand to the figure above her. She couldn't really see him, just a dark blur. She winced from the effort, her body protesting the movement.
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Post by Sara on Sept 13, 2010 12:51:53 GMT -5
Drake helped her up, supporting her body as he helped her to a couch. "Is there anything I can get you?"
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Post by guoping on Sept 13, 2010 16:04:04 GMT -5
"A medic" Syntyche winced, her voice quiet, head buzzing. "My rib is broken."
With that Syntyche's eyes drifted closed. Her body felt heavy and numb, and it felt like her head was full of water. She was only partially unconscious, the only thing connecting her to the outside world were her ears. She could still here everything around her, though she couldn't understand the noises properly.
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Post by Sara on Sept 13, 2010 18:15:58 GMT -5
Drake called for medical assistance and returned his attention back to the woman. "You stay with me," he told her. He sat next to her. "Listen to me, you're going to be fine. The medics are on the way."
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Post by guoping on Sept 13, 2010 22:19:27 GMT -5
Syntyche heard someone near her. She didn't comprehend the words he said, but she sensed no danger from him. It took no longer than half an hour for the medics to arrive. One human and a vampire, both men.
They carried up a stretched and opened the door.
"What happened to her?" the human asked, while the vampire checked Syntyche's vitals. When he was done they both talked to Syntyche as they lifted her onto the stretcher.
"You'll need to come with us," the vampire said, giving Drake an accusing look, clearly thinking it was domestic violence. "So we can find out more of how she got in this condition."
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