"Wow. I wasn't expecting that."

He continues eating only to be slightly intterupted by Ella's explenation.

(This is getting more interesting b the minute.)

I've never taken this mission any other way than serious, sir, she glances at the box. But, you don't think that one of these will have any effect on the armor of the Thousand Sons? I wasn't planning on taking any of them with me when I go into the temple, I have others plans for anyone who happens to come along while I am trying to disable their shields.

She carefully slides the metal box from the table and stows it away in the pack at her feet once more.

"Of course. Forgive me.

As for the Thousand Sons marines... you will have to ask Clutchfiend. He knows more about them than I."

Soul Reaver rises from the table.

"Clutchfiend, if you have any quarters for us, I would like to retire for the rest of the evening. I would like to gather my strength for the mission ahead."

He looks at his deeply gashed armour. It is still in a sorry state since the encounter with the Shades, Soul Reaver's magic not having had time to fully restore it.

"And it would seem I should take some time to repair my armour, also."

--To fight is to live... and my battle is eternal--

*Sabre Soldier finds several pieces of paper scattered across the street where he walks. He closes his eyes thinking of the men that he had just killed. Afterwards, he bites the tip of his finger and rights a letter to the families of the police in his blood. Afterwards, he runs to each of their houses, where he places the letter in their door where they will see the greivingly bad news. As soon as he's done, Tamrissa contacts him and relays him the message.*

Dragon: Heh, way to go Fei. You're a true hero. Well slave, get the woman some clothes. What the hell do you think you are..A warrior?

Fei: You know what? You're really beginning to bug me. Oh well. I guess I'll have to make due with you strapped to me. Now shut your face...I have to go get the woman some clothes.

*Sabre Soldier throws his overcoat back on, and walks down the street with his hands in his pocket. He comes across a clothing shop on the other side of town. He walks in to see a dispay of some very dark clothing. Gothic Punk looking in style. The clerk has a mohawk and piercings all over his body. Sabre Soldier looks at the man, and smiles slightly.

dragon:My home away from home Fei. This place is great. Maybe we can get some new attire as well. You look like a bum with all those bullet holes through you.

Fei:Hm...I forgot. Maybe, this guy doesn't look to motivated about his job. An easy dominate. Now hush..I need to know what she's looking for.**Mindspeaks to Tamrissa** Okay, I found an outlet on the west side of the city. What are you looking for exactly? They have alot of stuff here. I need something new also, these bullet holes won't work.

*Sabre Soldier proceeds to look around the shop, tampering with the different items.*

“I’m going to go find Sabre,” she speaks quietly after Soul announces his retirement for the night. “He’s been gone too long and, frankly, the air in here is much too sour.”

She pushes back her chair and stands, making her way out the door.

I’m looking for something that I can move quickly in. None of that heavy armor or loose-fitting type of thing, she strides down the hallway leading to the main entrance. And I’m coming to find you. There isn’t much else I can contribute to the plans for the attack.

The guards at the large doors watch her as she comes closer, but allow her to pass, quickly closing the doors behind her. Night hovers over the city, making the sounds of the continuous battle even more loud and frightening. Only one of the planet’s three moons is giving illuminating blue-white light, the others are strange dark colors of red and purple. Clouds of smoke rise into the air from fires on the outskirts of the city, making the light even more faded over the rooftops as the wispy tendrils drift over them.

You must have had some very rude company for them to put holes in your shirt, she hurries down the steps, nodding faintly to a few of the citizens who still gather near the building. Or maybe you were a rude host?

She passes by a few of the broken buildings, noticing that quite a few faces are peering out of the windows and quite a few flashlights are pointed at her as she passes. Finally, she ducks into an alley, running her hand along the wall on one side of the trash-filled narrow street.

I’ll make your job a lot easier, not to mention save you from the embarrassment of bringing something back that is too small or too skimpy, I’ll pick out something for myself…the only problem is that even though I can sense your general direction, I cannot pin point your exact location, she slips into the shadows of an overhanging roof at the end of the alley, watching a troop of some sort of military coming down the road. Clutchfiend and his troops are guarding this city well…where were you to have run into any of the Chaos Lords’ lackeys?

Cautiously, she moves on after the troop passes. She stays close to the buildings, hiding in the shadows.

~A sweet, little woman...with more bite than bark~

Well, madaam. I guess that would make things a little easier on me. Thank you. On another subject, I guess I was just being rude myself, when I went to go feed. I ran into a couple of gang members around a teenage girl. I made quick work of a couple of them, just to give the others a good scare. As for the female, I fed off of her, but let her live. Afterwards a couple of.....well madaam, gettting warmer.

*Sabre Soldier looks to his right to see Tamrissa rounding a turn. She notices him quite easily, due to the numerous bullet holes in his outfit, making red bloodmarks where he was hit. He waves her over, and escorts her into the small outlet. He looks up over his shoulder to see the light blue moon, and then walks in; nodding to the punk-clerk as he walks past.*

I guess that we don't need to talk telepathically now. As I was saying. Afterwards, I ran into a couple of police men. A shame I couldn't let any of them live. I couldn't let them get back to their commanding officer. As well, I had to break the greavingly bad news to their families. I wrote letters to them, telling them the bad news. That's all I could think of. As for a new outfit. I don't understand why everytime I get something, it's ruined within minutes. Oh well, this outfit wasn't too appealing to me anyways. I need something that allows me to show my nature.

*Sabre Soldier walks to a section of the outlet, where he finds several chokers. After looking into a mirror to see his faded, pale reflection, he decides on a black leather choker. As well, he finds a deep black sleeveless shirt; baggy, black, silk pants. He then grabs several belts of different sizes, a black pair of knee-high boots. After selecting these items, he heads into the dressing room.*((ooc: My character will now look like the one in the pic that I drew of him, on the art request thread.))

Dragon: Heh heh heh, Fei. So, what's the business with her??? Come on, you can tell me.

Fei: There is nothing going on between Tamrissa and I. We are merely allies. An ally that I am bonded to. Once, long ago I fell for her. But never again...Not with someone like you tagging around me at least. Actually, I can feel no effection for anyone. It's a punishment for becoming a risen vampire. Now, be quiet. I'm trying to change.

"Ella, the wasps will definitely help out. They may not be enough to deatroy a suit of the Thousand Son's armour, but it will make a pretty big weak spot for you concentrate on."

cLuTcHFieND looks around at the remaning warriors, thinking.

Something's wrong with Jihon. He wouldn't just snap and walk out like that. Asaki may want to watch herself. Maybe the influence of that idiot mindfreak is getting to him.....

cLuTcHFieND's train of thought is interuppted by Soul's request for lodgings.

"Yes, that is a good idea. I think I'll turn in too. We have a lot to do tomorrow. Talk to the guards outside, and tell them I sent you, they'll find rooms for all of you. Sleep well."

cLuTcHFieND walks out of the room. Kalana bows toward the group and follows.

Soul Reaver is shown to his quarters by one of the Servitors. He thanks the Servitor and then closes his door.

The room is well-furnished, especially for one in a time of war. Soul Reaver ignores the large bed and couch, however.

Soul Reaver takes off his Black Steel armour, unfastening the hard buckles that hold it together. It crashes to the floor loudly, and Soul Reaver stretches, glad to be rid of its weight for a while.

He then sits down in front of the armour, his well-muscled torso bare. Several scars criss-cross his body... they will fade in time as his body regenerates.

He places his hands over the armour and concentrates. A red glow suffuses the steel. The gashes and dents begin to repair themselves, a quiet sizzling the only herald to the process. Eventually he opens his eyes again. His armour has been restored, and looks as if it is new.

Smiling, he puts the armour aside and makes himself comfortable. He drifts off into an intense meditative state as he focuses his consciousness inwards...

Preparation for the battle to come...

Fei: Have you found anything you like?

Dragon: Yeah, maybe something in lace! Ha ha ha

*Sabre Soldier sinks his nails into his arm were the dragon is, in an attempt to shut him up, but with no prevail. Only blood trickles down, and the dragon seems to absorb it back into his skin.*

Fei: Dammit, I'm very sorry madaam, he has a mind of his own.

Dragon: Yeah, and I know how to use it. I put my mind to a good cause. Ha ha ha ha ha.

*Fei is noticably angry.*

Fei: My apologies madaam... Well, please take your time. The night is still young, and I am in no hurry for the day to come. I'm in the mood to go out on the town anyways. It's these kind of nights that really...well..I don't know. But It's a beautiful night, and I do not intend to waste such a blessing from above. You may join me if you wish. If not, I will escort you back to your quarters, and go see what's going on around the city. Just as I did with the Chaos. They're everywhere. Scattered throughout the city. I counted most of them out, and made an estimate off of it. I guess I forgot to tell you.

*Sabre Soldier clentches his fist looking at it. Several strands of black lighting channel through his arm into his fist and disipates. He grins slightly amusing himself with the power he has harnesed 3 fold by coming back. He looks back on how powerful he was back then, before he was destroyed, then wonders how evolved they've become. His grin soon ends as he thinks of the penalties that he has paid for coming back, and wonders if he has made a right choice in joining the others once again. He thinks over how many people he's hurt in the process. Tamrissa, looking around, can still feel to a degree what he's going through, and even knows what's going through his head at some points, painting her a decent picture of what's going on inside of him. The dragon and him whisper back and forth to each other about the subject, while Tamrissa continues to look around.*

Dragon: Um...Fei. You do realize that she can read your mind right?

Fei: Thank you. You think that I don't realize that now?...By the way, when could you read my mind?

Dragon: I could from the beginning. I just never told you. I wanted to know what was running through that mind of yours.

Dom waves to the group and ask the nearest guard where the closest hotel is. After being given the info Dom is on his way.

He walks the deserted and chaotic streets to find the hotel the guard had pointed him to. It is a small hotel with two stories, and an unusual look. He shurgs and walks in. He is greeted by a smug looking man with a cigar in his mouth. Dom approaches with a smile

"Hi, how much is a room a night?"
(ooc:don't know the money here so, I'll use Trigun money. k.)
"It is $$200 a night." the man replies.
"All, I have are these. Will they do?" Dom reaches in his trench coat and pulls out various gems and jewels he has collected through his journey.
"Yes,perfect, just fine. You have room # 5. Here you go sir." the man hands Dom the key to the room with a big smile.
"Thanxs." He grabs the key and climbs the steps to his room.

He enters the room with a sight of relief. He was glad it was run down and only had the most basic of neccesities.

He throws his clothes off, unbuckles his gun holsters, puts his sword down and jumps in the shower. After the shower he just wraps himself with a towl and lays down on his bed and ponders.

(They all seem nice, I think they are okay. I'll only stay for a while. Then off to portal jumping, again.)

With that thought he dozes off.

She sorts through a rack of clothing, searching for something that will fit her petite structure. Most of the clothing is black, a color she does not usually wear, but she picks a few items out. A small grin forms on her face as she moves on to look at the footwear, her hands immediately going for a pair of soft black leather boots that look like they could probably come up to just below her knee.

“Nice…if the rest of this doesn’t look good, at least the boots will,” she runs her fingers over the leather and smirks at the dragon. “Lace? Not my style, but there isn’t much clothing made for females in here without some sort of frill to it…so who knows.”

Returning her attention to the boots, she wanders behind the screen in the corner that works as one of the dressing rooms. While she puts on the new clothes, she speaks to Sabre.

“I actually wouldn’t mind taking a look about the city…maybe mingle with some of the locals,” her old clothes get tossed out onto the floor beside the screen. “I’m tired, but I am more interested in the business at hand.”

Maybe if we can find a few “hangouts” that haven’t shut down because of the war, we can blend in and meet some new friends…have some nice conversation…maybe get them to spill something about these Chaos Lords that Clutchfiend and his troops haven’t heard, she mind speaks this in case the shopkeeper snaps out of his daze. If we’re lucky we might even find a few Chaos soldiers to play with and get some answers from.

She steps out from behind the screen. On her feet are the soft leather boots that reach up to just below her knee. Above that are tight black pants, a small strip of delicate black lace, that shows a small amount of the paleness of her thighs and hips, runs up the outside of each pant leg. A chain-link silver belt falls just below her waist to rest on her hips. Her midriff is slightly exposed as the completely-lace, long-sleeved shirt she wears is not meant to reach down even as far as it is on her small form. Underneath the lace she wears what looks to be no more than a black bra. The wide neck of the lace shirt is off to one side, baring her right shoulder where the thin strap of the bra-like thing shows up clearly against the white of her skin. Leather sleeves that come down to form V’s on the back of her hands and attach to her middle fingers cover her forearms.

“Don’t get too excited, scaly,” she glances at the dragon after taking a look in the mirror. “This is only for tonight…tomorrow I’m going to need something more than just lace and face paint.”

Her golden curls are pulled back in a tail and her pale features are darkened by black eyeliner and dark, dark burgundy lipstick. A silver necklace circles her neck, a pendant with a stone of the same dark, dark burgundy set into it lying at her throat. She turns away from the mirror, grabbing a leather satchel and stuffing a few others things in it. Finally, she throws on a leather trench coat.

“There. By the Umbras, I look like a...tramp,” she glances at the mirror again. “Well, I don’t look dangerous I suppose…the enemy underestimating me might give me the advantage though. Anyway, once I pay the man, I’m ready to go.”

She turns to walk toward the man at the desk and then pauses.

“What did you do to him, Fei?” she raises her eyebrows, not really that surprised that Sabre might have had something to do with the man’s spacey look.

[OOC: Whoo! Clothing detail makes the post nice and long. Couldn’t type it up without describing Tamrissa’s new ‘threads” though. Sorry if your head hurts at this point! ]

~A sweet, little woman...with more bite than bark~

"Cameron, I really think we should know more about the area surronuding the temple. We don't have much about that area, except for the sattelite pictures and that one camera. We need to figure out what they have guarding the place."

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