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Post by Analora on Feb 3, 2010 12:22:24 GMT -5
Ana took Veronica's hand and shook it gently. "Good luck and fair tides" she said softly. She watched as Kurt surrendered the car over to the group, then returned to cleaning up.
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Post by childofthehunt on Feb 3, 2010 12:22:59 GMT -5
Veruca and Tristan approached Analora and Kurt. Tristan stood close behind Veruca, she could feel the warmth of his body with the close proximity.
"Thank you for the lovely meal." Tristan said to Analora casually.
"It was delicious. Thank you." Veruca added with a smile.
Then the pair followed Veronica and Emma out to Kurt's car.
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Post by Analora on Feb 3, 2010 12:26:25 GMT -5
Ana bowed her head a little. "think nothing of it. Good luck, and remember if you need help, just call" she said with a pleasant smile.
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Post by citizenmike on Feb 3, 2010 12:27:08 GMT -5
Approaching the car, Emma slipped on a pair of shades as she turned to Veruca, Veronica and Tristan, holding up the keys, she asked. "I'm up for driving. Any objections?".
Kurt watched them from the window. Turning towards the kitchen, Kurt asked Analora, "Think they'll be ok?".
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Post by Analora on Feb 3, 2010 12:32:24 GMT -5
Ana shrugged a bit. "Well Veronica and Emma seem to have a good head on their shoulder's, and it seems Veruca has a guardian in Tristan. Let us hope my first impressions of tristan are nothing but born of my imagination. But we are going to have ta keep an eye on the lad, savvy?" she asked, putting away the rest of the dishes.
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Post by citizenmike on Feb 3, 2010 12:35:45 GMT -5
"How about we keep an eye on them through mission. Savvy?", Kurt replied.
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Post by Analora on Feb 3, 2010 12:44:46 GMT -5
Ana grinned. "You got a pistol on yah, or will ye be needing to borrow one of mine?" she asked. "give me a few moments to grab a few things" she added, rushing out of the kitchen and up the stairs to the second floor.
She carefully dug a key out of her pocket and unlocked one the the upstairs rooms and flicked on the light. The entire room was nothing but old and new weapons, from swords to guns, to a few more cannons. She walked to the main display of the room, an old leather belt with a cutlass and pistol attached. She smiled "Not today" she said softly, walking around the case to a wall of small fire arms. She pulled down a pair of twin Walther pp7's and a few extra magazines of ammo and carefully stuck them into a holster belt. She tightened the belt around her waist, then looked over the swords. Seemed a right shame for a pirate captain to go into battle with out a blade so she grabbed a decent looking cutlass and added it to her belt. Ana left the room, locked it, and rejoined Kurt downstairs.
"You take the mustang, I'll be taking the bike" she smiled, tossing her car keys to Kurt.
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Post by childofthehunt on Feb 3, 2010 13:32:14 GMT -5
Veruca shook her head for both her and Tristan. Emma seems like a responsible driver. She had that elder sisterly vibe that Veruca liked, since she never had siblings.
"Would you mind if I sat in front with you?" He asked all of a sudden.
"I guess we're staying at the back." Veruca mumbled to Veronica with a smile.
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Post by Trace on Feb 3, 2010 16:16:14 GMT -5
"But son," Kyle's father's image continued on the video tape. "You need to be aware that you are not the only one with an item, there are others, and as I have learnt they are never to be trusted, they all have their own motives. Make sure you don't trust anybody who hasn't completely earned it, and even then be careful."
Kyle nodded to himself, taking the information in. He wasn't exactly sure what to think right now, but he knew that something deeper was going on that he had originally believed all those years ago when his father originally started looking for these items.
"And Kyle, one more thing. If your watching this, then it means that he was right, that my searching has indeed resulted in my death." Kyle didn't understand what his father meant, who he was talking about, who had told him that his searching would kill him. "So do one last thing for me, tell your mother and sister that I love them."
Kyle smiled as the tape finished and the screen went to static. He got out of his seat and began sorting through the papers, taking in more and more of the information that his father had gathered, information on individuals, on sects and orders, on other items. One name sprung out at him - Analora.
"Guess the old man was right, can't trust anybody these days." Kyle said to himself as he stared at the picture of the same woman who had bought him coffee earlier.
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Post by citizenmike on Feb 3, 2010 21:06:37 GMT -5
Emma slipped into the driver's seat and nodded at Tristan, replying, "Not at all.".
Veronica opened the door for Veruca and smiled, "I guess we are. Between us, lets try to have a little fun from all this. You deserve a break.".
<***>
Kurt caught the keys when Analora tossed them. Remember, we have to be incognito. Nothing fancy. I just don't want anyone to see us.".
<***>
Johnny got the full blast of the afternoon sun as it pierced through its windshield.
Smoking out the window, Johnny had the radio on full blast. He stumbeled on a station that played nothing but Chicano Rock, the kinda stuff he grew up listening to. With the smoke, and the sound of Los Lobos, it was just pure fucking heaven.
He approached the Arizona boarded. He figured he'd reach Andreas before sunset. He wasn't paranoid anymore. He had kept a full eye for most of the ride and he reckoned it was time to cut back, smoke a Red, and live a little.
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Post by maliciousmatt on Feb 3, 2010 22:23:52 GMT -5
The Venator spotted Johnny, he could smell his cigarettes a mile away, he knew what he had to do with this man, he had trained for it. The Venator waited behind the Arizona border, if this religious warrior was anything like he heard, then the Venator had to be ready, ready to prove the his childish religion was nothing compared The Electus, and it was utterly insignificant to Electus Deus. Venator clenched his fists and touched his hidden hunting knife.
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Post by citizenmike on Feb 4, 2010 1:40:00 GMT -5
There was something in the air as Johnny came into Arizona that he couldn't quite put a finger on, but he knew it was there.
Johnny kept his finger between his lips, as he reached for his gun; his hand still on the wheel. Whatever was coming, he was going to be ready. It was just a matter of time.
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Post by childofthehunt on Feb 4, 2010 6:14:08 GMT -5
Fastening his seatbelt, he checked Veronica and Veruca at the rear view mirror. They seemed to be getting along. He turned his eyes to Emma who just finished buckling her safety belt.
"Everyone's got their items, yeah?" He asked, his tone soothing. "If Andreas de Mesa is as dangerous as Analora and Kurt painted it to be, we better head out there prepared."
Tristan checked the rear view mirror again and caught Veruca's eyes. Veruca pointed on the red satin ribbon headband she wore around her head, as if to let him know that she's got her item. He quickly removed his eyes.
"What's your kind of guy?" Veruca asked Veronica, trying to start a conversation. "You like muscles? How about blond guys?"
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Post by citizenmike on Feb 4, 2010 9:43:29 GMT -5
Emma started the car and replied, "Yeah. I've got it. And I've got back up.". Emma grinned and pulled the car out of Analora's driveway.
Veronica smiled at Veruca and replied, "I never thought about that. Muscles were never really appealing to me. Just as long as he had a nice smile, a brain, and interesting personality, that's it, really."
Emma scoffed. "What about that Hispanic guy from the diner?".
"Johnny?"
"He has a name now, I see.".
"Ok, he was a good looking guy and a gentleman, I'll give you that, but I don't think I'm ever going to see him again.". Veronica turned to Veruca and asked, "So, what about you?".
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Post by childofthehunt on Feb 4, 2010 11:05:15 GMT -5
"Johnny?"
"Ooooooooooooh a man!" Veruca teased, wriggling her eyebrows.
She wanted to egg her for more information about the guy, but then she started talking about him. Veronica sounded like she's interested with the guy. Too bad he's just some stranger she met at the diner.
"So, what about you?"
"Oh." Veruca was surprised when Veronica asked her this time.
She looked at the rear view mirror quickly, to check if Tristan was listening. She was planning to describe Tristan, but figured he might laugh at her.
"Well ... ruggedly handsome guys ... who're cool ... he should be a gentleman ..." Veruca described anyway, trying to avoid mentioning anything about Tristan. "Oh actually you know what? Kyle's my perfect guy."
Tristan was secretly listening to the girly conversation, and he couldn't believe what he was doing. Asking Emma to turn on the car radio would probably sound rude, especially since she's also engaged with the girl talk. Suddenly she heard Veruca mention that Kyle's her perfect guy. He couldn't help but look over his shoulders to Veruca.
He met her eyes then, as usual, turned away, eyes back on the road.
"The girl's got no taste." Tristan thought to himself.
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