lillium
Fatima's Sexophone
He Who Fights Monsters
just another dead composer
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Post by lillium on Oct 13, 2010 16:19:19 GMT -6
Camille and Sergio hadn't yet reached the tent, and when Camille heard Dante screaming, she stopped in her tracks and changed directions, trying to get the hell away. She didn't want to be stabbed to death or have any bones broken. Oh man. Dante was going to kill them, wasn't he? Camille ran faster. She was too young to die! Had too much ahead of her. She wasn't going to be gunned down just because Sergio had to have spoken to her when she was trying to spy on Dante.
Camille continued to weave through the tents, just in case Dante was following them. This was horrible, this was bad, this was one of the worst things. . Camille could have killed Sergio herself for putting her into this mess, but that wouldn't solve anything. This was frustrating. Well, now she knew that the next time she spied on Dante, she'd have to be more sneaky.
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Post by dusk on Oct 13, 2010 16:39:43 GMT -6
Dante stormed into Camille's tent to fin it empty, he gritted his teeth and held back an angry shout. He kicked over her desk in anger before heading back outside. Once outside he slid his pistol into his belt and began to walk back to his own tent, true he was angry but it was a small camp and he was bound to catch up on those two later on. This however did not make him feel any better.
A novice walked out from a pile of wood located next to what would seem to be his demolished tent, he caught sight of Dante and stepped in front of him.
"Dante... Conall is requesting that everyone help with the re-building, can you lend me a ha-" he was cut off mid sentence by Dante
"No" said Dante sternly, "and if you step in my way again I'll break your legs".
The novice immediately stepped aside knowing full well that Dante was not joking.
Dante eventually got back to his tent, he sighed and stepped inside.
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Post by Soprano on Oct 13, 2010 16:57:57 GMT -6
Sergio let Camille lead him where ever she wanted. She apparently had been doing something she shouldn’t have and now he had fucked it up, majorly.
“Shit, sorry. Howinthahell was I supposed ta know?” he said, jogging to keep up with her.
He could hear Dante shouting after him to; which was enough to make him run faster. Shit, he knew the consequences of that!
“Where should we go?” he said, kind of panicked.
Piper sighed in frustration as Dante moved out of the tent. What horrendous timing that person had, she wanted to go give them a piece of her mind, too. She knew it wasn’t possible. Just as she was about to get back off the table, Dante walked back in.
“That was fast,” she teased, “Do you think they heard anything?”
She doubted it. Anything incriminating would be huge news and she didn’t mention being a succubus.
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Post by dusk on Oct 13, 2010 17:10:21 GMT -6
Dante tossed his pistol onto the bed and kicked off his boots, he walked back over to Piper and put his hands back on her hips.... it would seem it was becoming a habit.
"I don't know how much they heard.... but I'll deal with them later" he said as he moved in closer.
Dante would find Sergio later and make him talk, he would have thought Sergio knew better than to sneak around but obviously not. Camille would have to pay the price as well but that could wait, beating Sergio to a pulp because of her would probably do damage than his fists.
Dante smiled and leaned back in to Pipers neck and began to kiss her again, "so... where were we?" he asked with a sly grin.
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lillium
Fatima's Sexophone
He Who Fights Monsters
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Post by lillium on Oct 13, 2010 17:23:41 GMT -6
"I have no idea," Camille said, "But let's continue. I really don't want Dante to fill my torso with bullets." And so they took off running again. Finally, once they reached the edge of camp, Camille stopped to catch her breath. Sprinting for a long period of time tended to make one tired. Maybe not Sergio, though. He was like, made of iron or something. Iron Man. Camille now had a really cool riff stuck in her head. Great.
"It isn't your fault," Camille told Sergio, frowning. This was just a bad situation, and she was afraid that Dante was going to kill her. Camille closed her eyes and tried to control her breathing in an attempt to calm down. Freaking out was bad, especially in front of someone else. Don't ever let them see you sweat, she remembered.
"I was about to leave, anyway. I was hoping Dante wouldn't notice, but I can't really change that, huh?" She let out a mirthless laugh.
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Post by Soprano on Oct 13, 2010 18:48:39 GMT -6
Piper placed a finger on her chin, thinking about the implications of this. She obviously enjoyed Dante kissing her neck, but this could present some serious problems. She lifted his chin so he would look at her in the face. She kissed him quickly.
“I have an idea, if you’re willing to humor me,” she said with a wicked glint in her eye.
With her unique powers as a succubus, this could prove to mess with their heads and get what information they found out. If it were dangerous, they could handle it appropriately.
Sergio ran after Camille not wanting to be punched to pulp as equally as she did.
“Shit, I’m still sorry, I didn’t really know,” he huffed, catching his breath as well.
“Whatinthafuck do we do now?” he asked, catching his breath much sooner than Camille.
They needed to be scarce for awhile, until he forgot. It was a small incident, but if what Sergio knew was true, he wouldn’t forget.
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lillium
Fatima's Sexophone
He Who Fights Monsters
just another dead composer
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Post by lillium on Oct 13, 2010 19:15:44 GMT -6
Camille soon regained her breath. She frowned, and gulped. "I guess we'll have to avoid Dante," she said. "And his mystery lover. What kind of woman would sleep with him, anyway? He's a complete ass!" She was scowling now, and perhaps talking a bit louder than she should have been. She caught herself, however, and tried to calm down. Losing her temper now, especially now, would be a horrible thing. This was turning into a very bad week. Ah well, at least her first night here had been decent, right?
"And it's fine. How could you know what I was doing?" Camille asked, still frowning. Still, though, it had been a rather blockheaded move on Sergio's part, but he was a blockhead, right? Camille began pacing back and forth unconsciously. She would have gotten away with it, too, if it weren't for that meddling Sergio! Oh well. "How long do you think it'll take him to forget?" she asked, hopeful that Dante had a short memory but afraid he really didn't.
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Post by dusk on Oct 13, 2010 19:55:39 GMT -6
Dante was intrigued by Pipers proposition, this however did not distract him from her neck, hips or any other of her curves for that matter. He continued to trail kisses down her neck while she spoke, "hmm so what's this idea then" asked Dante as he picked her up and carried her back over to wards the bed.
Dante smiled at her, "I love it when you get that look in your eyes" he said as he lay her down. He had nearly all but forgot about Camille and Sergio for now, but he would still get back at them for attempting to spy on them.
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Post by Soprano on Oct 14, 2010 2:09:23 GMT -6
Sergio blinked at Camille for a second, “Mystery lover? Is that why y’were spyin’ on ‘im?”
He didn’t really understand. Was she jealous? That didn’t seem terribly likely; she just mentioned he was an ass. He thought he had Camille pegged pretty well, apparently he was wrong. He didn’t want to jump to conclusions too quickly though, especially since they were both targets.
“Aw hell, I dunno. He’s gonna be pretty pissed regardless of when we see ‘im,” he said, again, knowing his reputation, “We prolly need to get tha fuck outta here for awhile. Maybe a long while.”
He would explain what had happened to Conall, who Sergio was sure would understand and send them somewhere for a week or so.
Piper, quite distracted with the ‘task at hand,’ didn’t get a chance to explain things until they were finished and possibly a little exhausted.
She sighed, “Don’t worry, I’ve got it covered, boss,” she said, curling up into the crook of his arm.
She batted her eyelashes at him and smiled. Her shape shifting powers were more useful than she thought they would be!
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lillium
Fatima's Sexophone
He Who Fights Monsters
just another dead composer
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Post by lillium on Oct 14, 2010 13:07:09 GMT -6
Camille shook her head. "No, I was spying on him because I wanted to know what the hell he was up to. Besides, he seemed. . Oh, I don't know. More cheerful today? He only yelled at me once." She paused. "I guess I know why he was in such a good mood now. I didn't know he had some mystery lover; I just found that out. I was about to leave because I really didn't want to hear them screwing each other, but you came by. ." She trailed off, and shrugged.
"Makes sense," Camille said, frowning. "Well, where are we gonna go?" Camille almost regretted spying on Dante; it had created a lot of problems. And now he went from just hating her to wanting to kill her. Camille didn't doubt that he could if he wanted to, and so she really did want to get the hell out of here.
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