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Post by xzavier Michael Evans on Jul 13, 2012 1:40:02 GMT -5
Xzavier stared down at the grave in front of him. He was yet again alone tonight, which was okay. He preferred to work alone anyway, but lately he’d wanted more than anything to work with his brothers. It seemed that his brothers were moving further and further away from him which was not what he had wanted especially now that there was something coming. He could feel it. Not that he had the power to sense evil or foresee the future, but these zombie sightings were not coincidence. They meant something which was why he was here crouching down in front of the stirred of Tyler Moore. He examined it carefully, and yes, Mr. Moore had to have crawled out of his own grave, which could very easily be a vampire just as well as a zombie. But being that there had been quite a lot of sightings in the past few days, Xzavier wasn’t for sure that it was just vampires. There had to be something else going on here. But zombies? Great just what he needed. Something else to add to the very large list of issues he’d been having lately. Not only did he have to worry about his brothers’ very consistent behavioral changes, but he also had to deal with the fact that Lily was back, and he didn’t know what direction that was heading in. As much as he tried to push that out of his mind, he couldn’t. She was always in his mind regardless of the decisions he had made to in the long run protect her. But having all of these things take place simultaneously was starting to weigh down on Xzavier quite a bit, although he’d never admit that to anyone.
Xzavier stood still staring down at the grave. He debated on getting a hold of his brothers to maybe talk about this possible zombie invasion that supposedly was occurring. But honestly, Xzavier would be the first to admit that humans were stupid. If they saw something out of the ordinary, they’d roll with whatever to explain things. Yes, someone who crawls out of a grave who has all their limps and skin still firmly intact and has fangs is definitely a zombie. No, no, no. It’s the other supernatural craziness, duh! Come on people! Whether it was just more vampire activity or truly zombies, Xzavier had no way of finding out unless he saw for himself. He’d have to patrol the cemetery for a few nights just to see what was really going on. That was okay though. Who needed sleep right? |
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Post by chardevil on Jul 13, 2012 2:16:22 GMT -5
She had minions for a reason. So she didn't have to lift a fucking finger or do one solitary thing. But this was too good. Okay, so you may know that Farra has her own little eyes and ears on Earth already by the name of Emery. Farra doesn't feel guilty about it, but she turned the chick into a demon to be able to use her, and she has done well. That way, Farra was given some good information. It involves three brothers, a fairy and hunters. It seemed cool, but she could just tell by the leather and stealthiness - also from the fact that he is drop dead gorgeous, that he was one of these 'Trinity' brothers. So it was too good to get someone else to do her dirty work. He wasn't the one she wanted, but she could at least have her fun. So from behind him, Farra walked up with three mutilated zombies limping behind her. She looked at him as she sexily approached, and stood right behind him. How ammusing?
"Excuse you!". She exclaimed as Farra gripped onto the back of Xzavier and tossed him. This was no girly toss, this was the toss of Satan's spawn. It was intended to send the guy around ten feet away, which was an understatement of what she could have done. She looked down at the scattered grave and kicked the grave stone, smashing it into rubble with one blow before walking towards Xzavier again. Mentally, she made the zombie's stop. This was too good for any backup, and seriously, what could one brother do to her. Three - okay she might worry abit. But this right now, child's play. "This is my property now bastard". She smirked as she moved towards him, smirking devlishly and actually kind of eager to see what this guy would try to throw at her right now. She was going to beat him to death with his own ego if she wanted to. |
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Post by xzavier Michael Evans on Jul 13, 2012 2:47:49 GMT -5
As Xzavier was just about to turn away from the grave and look around a bit more just to see if any other graves had been disturbed, a very evil toned voice echoed very close behind him. Before he could turn around to see who it had been, a very firm grip caught his shoulder and hurled him quite a few feet away. Xzavier was definitely not expecting someone else to be in the cemetery nor was he expecting to be chucked by her either. When Xzavier’s body hit the ground ten feet away from her, he landed on his back and the air was knocked clear out of him. The impact was violent causing him to lose his breathe for more than a few seconds. When the air finally came back to him, he was gasping for it. His eyes moved to his assailant who was being followed by three very dead and very ugly zombies. Xzavier closed his eyes and laid his head back for a second just long enough to transition himself into fight mode. He pushed himself up making sure to keep his eyes on her. He was very unsure at this point what she was capable of, but he did know that she was rather strong. He dusted himself off and spoke very nonchalantly. ”So the rumors are true. Zombies are the new attraction here in St. Peters’ Cemetery. That’s good to know.” He nodded and then lifted his hand to refer to the three of them. ”I’m guessing they are your lackies then? Right. And you’re the new big bad it town?” He nodded again. It wasn’t hard for him to catch on. He may not know anything about her, but if someone had a lot of lackies, judging by the sightings that were mentioned there were quite a few, he was pretty sure that she was here for a bigger purpose then to just play with the dead. Investigation: Zombie Invasion, solved. Investigation: Crazy Hot Super Strong Chick with Zombie Lackies, in progress. |
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Post by chardevil on Jul 16, 2012 0:05:04 GMT -5
Oh, he was cute in a way. Dark, mysterious but very observant. As he jestured to the zombies as her lackies and referred to her as the big bad, she couldn't help but smile. Maybe she didn't need to kill him. She could lock him under her home and have sex with him whenever she wanted. Potentially a good plan, but he boyfriend would be pissed. So she would just settle for killing this guy and wearing his rib cage as a hat. Looking at him, she tilted her head slightly as she looked at him in amusement. She decided, that she had might as well introduce herself. Since her name will be the last he will ever hear. "Yeah, my name is Farra. And I want you - and your brothers - dead. Daddy's orders". She smirked as she attacked the man, and knew this fight was going to be fun.
The zombies stood their ground, watching as Farra stood up to the guy. She decided to make this quick, so reaching up she gripped onto his head. Grunting, she pulled his head down while rising her knee, intending to knew him in the face. She did it not as hard as she could, because she wanted this to last but she made sure it left a mark or two. After it, she aimed a hard punch towards his face. If it didn't hit, he would be lucky. But if it did, god help him. "The warriors of this city are really, really becoming a drag. I was expecting something cooler. Like maybe a knife, or a ball of fire. Maybe even some skills. But unfortunately, no!". Her eyes shimmered red in the iris, and she was definitely in a very - dirty mood. |
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