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Posted: Thu May 29, 2008 8:44 pm
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Posted: Thu May 29, 2008 8:47 pm
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Profitable Conversationalist
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Posted: Thu May 29, 2008 8:52 pm
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Posted: Thu May 29, 2008 8:53 pm
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Posted: Thu May 29, 2008 9:01 pm
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Posted: Thu May 29, 2008 9:03 pm
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Profitable Conversationalist
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Posted: Thu May 29, 2008 9:37 pm
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Posted: Thu May 29, 2008 9:40 pm
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Posted: Thu May 29, 2008 9:51 pm
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Posted: Thu May 29, 2008 10:01 pm
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"Let's hope you're not full of talk." Jacqueline said. "We're a bit pressed for time. Let's head over to the village."
With a nod, the mage sneezed and blinked behind each individual in the examination group. One by one, followed by a sneeze, hiccup, or some form of bodily sound, each member of the group, including Jacqueline, disappeared from headquarters. The experience of teleportation was kind of strange. No time seemed to pass or, at times, time seemed to pass very slowly. Sometimes, it even felt as if time was reversing. In general it was a strange feeling as the group quickly traveled to the destination.
Upon arrival, the group was met to a sight of carnage. The houses of the secluded village were burned or crumbling from the viciousness of the vampiric attacks. Bodies of vampires, pale-skinned, fangs showing from their mouths, were scattered on the ground along with more-innocent looking bodies. A short distance away, sounds of quarrel and a gunshot could be heard. Vicious yells and screams mixed with the cacophony of battle.
"Here we are, lads and ladies. You know your mission; I'll be watching you all to make sure you don't get hurt." Jacqueline said as she waved the group off. "My... They've really done damage to this place haven't they..." She said in a whisper, looking at the carnage.
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Posted: Thu May 29, 2008 10:08 pm
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He listened to the adjudicator explain the scenario, still determined to not be labeled a liability in this examination, but the more the others spoke, greater did the gnawing pit in his stomach become. When he blinked upon the village, he bit his tongue to keep himself for crying out at the horror of a place he once knew with such happy memories. He kept his composure, even as the chasm of worry grew within him.
They can't all be vampires, they just can't, he thought to himself, allowing just a brief moment of distraction. It was then that he noticed the girl's smile, and he felt a pang as he realized she did not truly care for the people of the village as he did. None of them did, and so it was up to him to save those who could be saved. The steel of his resolved flashed in his eyes for an instant as he refocused on the mission.
I won't let you down, guys...
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Posted: Thu May 29, 2008 10:19 pm
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Posted: Thu May 29, 2008 10:20 pm
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Posted: Thu May 29, 2008 10:30 pm
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Jacqueline stayed a distance behind the group, watching their every move, jotting down mental notes in her mind for the actual paperwork later. On occasion she took out her baton and smacked it on one of the vampires unfortunate enough to try to attack her. "Weaklings..." She said under her breath. "A rebellion against us... but look what it cost you to be insubordinate..." Her attention focused back on the group, keeping her distance, not wanting to interrupt too much.
The view of the village was a smattering of gunshots and dead bodies. Clawed marks could be seen on some of the houses, spattered with bullet holes. Bodies of transformed vampires and the innocents could be seen, a combination of claws and bullet marks on them. Some Peacemaker soldiers were also down, raked by claws, and some bitten and bled to death.
As more and more of the group made its way toward where the battle was going on, the only assumption it could be were the other Peacemakers battling, a group of three vampires spotted the group. Fangs bared and claws ready, they jumped from the sides and made themselves present.
"T... T... The run... rune...!" They half-moaned, half-yelled, occasionally grabbing their heads as if having a headache before returning to a more vicious, hostile stance.
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Posted: Thu May 29, 2008 10:43 pm
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