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[OOC: hope no one minds that i am going to make it night again so I can have Jharm do stuff since he is a vampire (hence he can only do stuff at night) if anyone can think of a better way for me to do this please post it.]

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((OOC: Yeah. Lets lay off the "and now it's night" stuff. Especially since Jihon is still fighting. You'd be cutting him right off. give us some time. Premature darkness was already part of my plan anyway. ))

cLuTcHFieND: The everliving flame.

Edited by - cLuTcHFieND on 11/11/2001 00:03:14

(So much sensless killing. Why must it be.)

Ha, more human scum taken care of. That one died good. I can't wait to watch the other ones die.

(I said shut the hell up. I don't need your comments in my head. I shouldn't have transformed.)

You kicked their ass didn't you. It was perrty fun.

(Just shut up for now. Okay.)

Dom walks over to Clutch.

"You didn't have to kill him. You should have done other things to vent your anger, not kill. Anyway, who is Cameron Aileron? Why is this person important?"

Soul Reaver then watches Clutchfiend. His brows furrow as Clutchfiend kills the Chaos marine. He does not approve of broken promises.

Somewhat tersly, Soul Reaver tells Clutchfiend of his discovery. He then continues.

"But... why would they be after me? I do not understand... perhaps they do not realise the true source of my power? As long as my soul is my own, they cannot possibly use me... perhaps they seek to somehow convert me to their cause? I suppose time will tell. And yes, who is this Aileron?"

Soul Reaver begins to walk towards the Temple.

"Regardless, we should make haste. Any delay will allow the Chaos Lords to rally their forces."

"I believe Soul is right we should go to the Temple now before they get the jump on us. It would be wiser course of action."

Dom follows Soul to the Temple.

Yaaaay, more people to kill. I can't wait to tak....

(I asked you to shut up or else.)

Or else what. Huh, what are you going to do.

(Or else this.)

Dom reaches into the holsters on his back and pulls out one of his guns. Everyone is startled and watch Dom carfully. He places the gun and his shoulder and smiles.

BOOOOM.....

Son of a bitch. That hurt like hell. Why did you have and go do that.

(To teach you a lesson. I take care of my body better than you do, and I can also destroy it better than you can. So, now be quiet.)

Fine, for now.

Dom grips his arm and closes his eyes. His hand starts to glow white and a small pop can be heard a second later. Dom releases his hand and puts his finger through the hole the bullet left.

"*sigh* I have to replace another coat."

Dom notices everyone staring at him. He turns around and starts to scratch the back of his head with an embarrised look.

"Sorry, lets keep going. Okay."

Dom turns and starts heading for the temple.

(Wow, that was embarassing.)

What? I thought the battle was over for now...

He clears the sleep dust out of his eyes and looks around. He sees the corpse of a chaos commander and Clutches still smoking gun.

Figures... Guess he did something wrong...

While Dom walks towards the temple Halcon sees the hole in his clothes.

Hmmm, who shot who here? Heck I am confused... And where is Jobaber?

Halcon stands up and stretches a bit. After securing his beam pistols and rifle he starts walking towards the group. He is halfway there when he hears the sound of clanking and grinding metal.

"Jobe!"

Jobaber trots towards Halcon. It is wearing the armor it made for itself. The different parts of it are all different colors. Wire holds the peices together. It has metal spikes on the shoulders, knees, and elbows. One glove has wires twisted together to make a whip on it, and the other has a flail like weapon on it made with wire and a crumpled up ball of metal. Halcon nods as he inspects the armor.

"Good job my pet. Lets hope it is as effective as it looks."

Halcon winks at Jobaber then motions for it to follow. The two of them reach the rest of the group and Halcon listens in on the new plans. Jobaber sits down with a loud creaking and grinding noise. Halcon shakes his head and continues to listen.

cLuTcHFieND looks at Soul and Dom.

"You know me as cLuTcHFieND, but my true name is Cameron Aileron. I am the other one that the officer spoke of."

cLuTcHFieND notices the expression on Soul's face.

He doesn't approve of what I just did. And truthfully, I don't blame him. Senseless killing is wrong. But that guy......he was one of the ones responsible for Kalana's torment two years ago.......I just couldn't let him continue to live......

Halcon pulls out a muffin from his cloak. He brushes off the dust and lint on it and examines it closer. The group looks at him with wide eyes. He takes a bite out of it, chews it up, and swallows it with a lould 'gulp'. Jobaber gives out a grunt and it shakes its head at its master. The others shake their heads also and continue talking.

"What? I was hungry!"

Dragon: Aren't you going to sleep at all? I thought I explained it to you. Why are you still letting it get to you. Questions will just confuse you more. There's no point to asking them.

Fei: Yes, I know that. It's not questions I am worried about. It's...the others. None of them have had real experiences with an antediluvians true power. Not seeing their beast that a vampire has. They do not understand what they are truly capable of. They only get harder. While others are sent to hell, the others get stronger, not having to share that circle of power they all have a section of. That's why they are Vampire Gods. Vampires...heh...Just like me. Third Generation of Caine Himself. I am but a grandchild to an Antideluvian. He once came into me, shaping my beast. In replace of him is you. You are very strong my spiney little friend, but antediluvians with absolute power could easily destroy us and the others. That's why I must diablorize them. My willpower could harnest theirs until my own soul consumes them. I must first get my fangs around one of their necks...That would be the hard part. Not all antediluvains are giant beasts. There are several that are the size of modern man. But they hold the power and speed to crush all with his finger. I believe that it is the Tremere that hold the thaumatergical power to create baal fire great enough to consume whole galaxies. This one isn't the Tremere. This one is a Ventrue. I know that stench of deciet anywhere. Ventrues are known for their skill and grace in battle. Watching one fight is a spectacular sight within itself. I wonder what this one is capable of.

*Fei Rubs his tongue across his cainines*

Dragon: Heh, those things got you worked up that badly eh? Well, get your rest, or we'll be up **** creek without a paddle.

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