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Post by Soprano on Nov 4, 2010 19:22:42 GMT -6
Sergio nodded and gripped his ribs. There was no way he’d make himself vulnerable now that he had something on Dante. He wanted to make sure this information got straight to the top.
Piper peeked over the side of the tent to make sure Camille had exited. She entered the back of the tent and grinned at Sergio, who wasn’t looking at her.
“He’s gone, I think,” she whispered, causing his head to shoot up to look at her, “If not, it’s better to make him think we aren’t here, don’t you think?”
Sergio eyed her carefully. He was mistrustful of her demeanor. He had his assumptions, but he didn’t want to act on them until he was sure. He eyed her hands, but they were in her pockets. Dammit.
She approached, swinging her hips in a way that Camille wouldn’t even bother with. He frowned and she nearly pounced on him. She sat on his stomach and he winced, unable to push her off. His ribs were screaming with the weight she put on him; it stole his strength.
“Get off of me you demon!” he wheezed.
Her eyebrows shot up. Ruse was officially up. She had to act on plan B. She held up a fist and materialized a pair of brass knuckles on her fist. She quickly punched Sergio in the face, materializing another set of brass knuckles on the other hand. Sergio couldn’t do much but lie there and take it, he was too weak to push her off, he couldn’t breath and he quickly felt blood rushing into his mouth again.
She punched him as hard as she could as many times as she could right in the face. Her anger at the fact that he was trying to ruin the only good thing for her was fueling her punching, and finally she pulled away from him, breathing heavy. Sergio lay still on the bed, bleeding heavily from about everywhere he could on his face. He looked like hell and she was pretty sure he wasn’t breathing. She made the brass knuckles go away, shifted into someone else, and she exited out of the front of the tent.
Camille and Dante were there. She winked at Dante, who was very clearly about to explode on the shorter woman, to show it was her. She grabbed Camille’s elbow roughly and shrieked.
“Oh my god! What have you done!?” she shrieked, “You killed him!”
She was hoping to cause a crowd, and a crowd was definately forming. She shrieked again and ran off into the crowd, apparently to report what happened.
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Post by lillium on Nov 4, 2010 19:31:39 GMT -6
Camille's eyes widened. Oh fuck. Oh fuckity fuck fuck. She'd been used. Played like a game of chess or something. Well, fuck. She wasn't about to be a pawn. Her heart was beating faster and faster, and so she decided that not thinking was probably the best solution to her problem. So she did what she did best.
She grabbed her assault rifle and shot at Dante's abdomen until she ran out of ammo. It probably wouldn't be very effective, but if one bullet hit, it was enough. She was at close range, after all. That, and she didn't know he didn't have a soul. Once she ran out, she turned and ran back inside her tent. Sergio was on the ground, bleeding, and not breathing. She stared at him for a second before turning back around. There were a crowd of people, certainly, and she didn't want that crowd to turn into a mob. She looked around, trying to figure out what to do next.
She spotted the sniper rifle Dante had given her on the ground. She threw her assault rifle onto her bed, grabbed the sniper rifle, and ripped open the back of her tent with the knife she had. She threw the knife aside- But far away from Sergio- And ran out of her tent with her sniper rifle, running towards the edge of camp, as fast as her legs could carry her. She had to get out of here.
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Post by dusk on Nov 4, 2010 19:49:51 GMT -6
Dante smiled evilly when a unfamiliar girl left Camille's tent and winked at him, after the wink came the best acting he'd seen in awhile. Piper shrieked and accused Camille of killing whoever was in her tent, which must be Sergio.
He was just about to shoot her when she suddenly opened fire, Dante didn't have time to react, by the time he started firing back a number of bullets had already torn through his stomach, this effected his aim dramatically and he failed to shoot Camille at all.
He heard the click of the assault rifle as it ran out of bullets and he watched as she turned and entered her tent. Dante looked down at his stomach and dropped his pistol, there was lots of blood pouring from his multiple wounds. He dropped to his knee's first and let out a gasp before falling onto his hands. He coughed up blood and his eye's became wide. He actually hadn't expected her to open fire, he knew she would run... but the shooting, that was unexpected.
Dante collapsed on the floor and rolled onto his back, the sun was high up in the sky and his vision was getting blurry... "Piper" he muttered.
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Post by Soprano on Nov 4, 2010 20:06:39 GMT -6
Several people of the crowd gasped as Camille unloaded her assault rifle into Dante’s stomach. Not many people liked him, but he didn’t deserve to die. Some of the crowed tried to get Camille, but she ran into her tent and ran off before they could catch her. The crowd dragged Dante over to the medical tent and he was bandaged up and some emergency magic healing salve was applied. He should be fine, so long as he rests.
Piper was watching from near Dante’s tent. She nearly screamed again and she wanted to help him, but she couldn’t help him with all of those people around. She had no idea if he would live or die, but she wanted to find that Camille girl before she made a break for it. She saw her rip open the back of her tent and run off. Piper cut her off before she could run out of the exit to the camp.
“What have you done!?” she shrieked, “If he had a soul, he’d be dead, you bitch!”
She wasn’t thinking about what she was saying, or what her actions could cause, just that she had to kill this woman now for hurting Dante.
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Post by lillium on Nov 4, 2010 20:12:51 GMT -6
Camille's eyes widened again. "N-no soul. .?" she asked, staring at the succubus in horror. She tried to figure out if Piper was lying or not, but she seemed too upset to lie. . This was worse than Camille had thought it was. Far, far worse. "G-get out of my way, you crazy bitch, unless you want to die," she said, now glaring at Piper. "There's no way you could take me in a fight, and we both know it. So why don't you go tend to your psychopathic boyfriend?"
With that, she ran to the left, knowing that she was fairly close to that border of camp as well. The crowd didn't seem to be following her, thankfully, and so she would hopefully be able to escape without too much damage. Camille grit her teeth. So she hadn't been effective? She hadn't killed Dante? Fuck. Well, then. She'd just have to figure out how to kill a being with no soul.
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Post by Soprano on Nov 4, 2010 20:39:46 GMT -6
Piper tried to lunge at Camille, but she was too fast. Piper knew she was right, she’d be doomed in an actual fight. Sergio had been incapacitated and because of that, he was dead. Piper gritted her teeth and realized she had to get Dante’s pocket watch to him before his body wasted away. She blinked angry tears from her eyes and dashed into the tent to grab the watch and dagger. She had to get it to him…
Someone came to investigate Sergio’s body and found he was alive, but barely. He had a lot of damage to the head and ribs. They dragged him to the medical tent as well. Conall was there, looking over both of them, concerned about what happened. Lita was bandaging Sergio’s head as best she could.
“There’s no way we kin keep him here, m’love,” she said to him, he just nodded morosely.
He looked at Dante who was on the other side of the large tent and quickly exited the tent. Lita sighed and finished up, exiting as well, knowing they would have to talk. Piper peeked around the corner of the tent, seeing no one but sleeping injured people were there. She snuck up to Dante’s bed and shook his arm a little.
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Post by dusk on Nov 5, 2010 21:37:18 GMT -6
Dante slowly opened his eyes and let out a weak groan before turning his head to the side, "P... Piper" he muttered as he tried to reach for her hand.
He was in complete agony, the wounds on his stomach were still bleeding, the problem with being shot in the stomach is that if its not treated properly you can bleed out. He knew his stomach was ruptured and this mean that stomach acid was mixing with blood and that would cause toxaemia.... which just happened to be fatal. If he had the strength to speak properly he would have probably told Piper he had another 15 to 20 minuets to live, if he was to live he would most certainly have to obtain a soon before he bleed out or died of blood poisoning. A plan suddenly formed in Dante's head, he was in the infirmary, which meant there were alot of sick and dying people around. If he could get his dagger maybe he could harvest a soul, even if the victims were dying or extremely ill he could still harvest the souls and give himself a jump start and enough time to find a new soul.
Dante raised his hand weakly and tried to point at another bed.
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Post by Soprano on Nov 5, 2010 21:56:08 GMT -6
Piper had already considered all of this. She had brought the dagger, knowing what it could do and the watch because she didn’t. She took his outstretched hand and wrapped his fingers around the dagger. She took his other hand and pressed the watch into his palm. She crouched down next to his bed and shoved with all of her strength to move his cot next to the closest one. She reached over and took his wrist, shoving it into the stomach of the closest person as hard as she could.
She grabbed the victim’s pillow and smothered his face with it so he wouldn’t scream and alert anyone. She pressed the dagger and the pillow with all of her strength. She figured even an injured soul was a entire soul, he would be fine. She hoped that thought process was right anyway.
“Please work, please, please work,” she muttered as she could feel the injured man thrash under the pillow.
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Post by dusk on Nov 5, 2010 22:06:51 GMT -6
The soul flowed into Dante and he immedietly gasped as his eyes grew wide and his heart pumped faster, he could feel energy flowing through his body and the pain in his stomach lessened. A burst of adrenalin and he was sitting up, he then leaned over the man who was currently smothered beneath a pillow and pulled the knife out before plunging it back in. Dante was caught up in the moment, the pleasure and adrenalin he got from such a simple act was amazing.
He forgot how it felt to harvest a soul while at deaths door, it was euphoria. Eventually the man stopped struggling and Dante stopped stabbing, he was crouched over the now dead man taking deep breaths. Dante looked at Piper with a wicked smile, "Thank you" he said between breaths. He feel back onto his own bed and looked up at the tent ceiling, his hands were covered in blood now but it wasn't his own, he slowly reached down and pulled away the bandages. Most of the wounds ha healed up, which made him hope they had removed the bullets first, but some were still there. They weren't bleeding, but they would probably start again if he didn't find another soul.
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Post by Soprano on Nov 6, 2010 11:19:14 GMT -6
Piper immediately let go when Dante seemed well enough to do the deed on his own. She stood back and watched, breathing heavily herself. She was so panicked she had forgotten to breathe. She sat back and waited for him to be finished, figuring she was absolutely no help while he was able on his own.
“You’re welcome,” she breathed.
They had removed the bullets, hoping that the salve would have done the job on its own, but they weren’t doctors. Piper was just damn glad he wasn’t nearly dead. It seemed unlikely to her that he would easily die without a soul anyway, but she couldn’t be too careful. She had to make sure that damn watch was around them at all times.
Humans were such fragile things, she considered. This was one human she didn’t want to expire easily.
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