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| [P] One Jump Ahead; Spot! | |
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| ♥Cordelia Brooks | Tue Aug 12, 2008 4:50 am Post #1 |
 
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It was risky to come into the village and do what she had just done, but even with that knowledge, Cordelia had proceeded. She had killed the woman on the outskirts and left the body there, taken her blood and her money and then gone off on her way. Considering how late it was in the evening, most villagers were asleep by now, and most likely wouldn’t find the body until tomorrow. Even if some were awake, it was doubtful that they would travel outside of town. Her pace slowed once she was deep enough into town. Just as she had suspected, most of the candles that illuminated homes in the early hours of the evening were put out. She had to wonder if they even understood what danger they lived in, but the thought was dismissed at the thought of the newly earned money in her pocket. She slipped a hand into the pocket of her signature jacket and felt the pouch of gold coins, nodding in approval. So it hadn’t been earned honestly, but why should she care? It wasn’t like the woman would care or need it now that she was dead, and Cordelia hadn’t killed her for her money. She had simply been food; the money was an added bonus. A small smirk slipped onto her face and she pulled her hand out of her pocket, pulling her jacket down to make it look like that had been the intention all along. In doing so however, her jacket hooked behind the hilt of her dagger. The clean, rarely used weapon glinted slightly in the moonlight, protruding slightly from its sheath on her belt. It went unnoticed by the vampire lady and she continued through the village, hoping to make it to the tavern for one last quick snack - as unhealthy as those people were - before she would have to return to Balefire. |
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| Pattin Lightfoot | Tue Aug 12, 2008 5:05 am Post #2 |
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Pattin chuckled to himself as he walked down the roads of Kellen, the cool evening air embracing him like an old friend. He was feeling rather hungry, and decided it would be a fine idea to go visit the tavern quickly. The halfling looked around as he heard a single sound near his current position. A scream? Pattin was torn. Either he could continue on his way and not mind it any business, or he could go investigate. His curiosity overcame his cowardice, however, and he darted through the roads to investigate. Pattin stopped dead as he saw a tallish woman walking away, leaving behind the body with a purse on her belt. He bit his lip and let his big brown eyes dart back and forth. His eyes caught the gleam of a dagger, partially unsheathed. Against his better judgment, he darted around the building and took a deep breath. He began running, turning into the road with the tall woman in it. He gave a small shout as he ran into her hard, falling on his bum after a single spin. Pattin stood up dazedly and shook his head, shaking his slightly chubby cheeks. “Sorry ma'am. I should watch where I'm going.” He said, looking at the ground. He wasn't much of an actor, and decided not to look into her eyes. Pattin started walking away, fingers going under his light brown coat and fondled the silvery dagger pleasedly, running a finger over the dagger. Worried she might have caught on, he tucked his hands in his pockets and began walking more quickly. |
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| ♥Cordelia Brooks | Tue Aug 12, 2008 5:53 pm Post #3 |
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Cordelia yelped when something ran into her, her left leg crossing over her right and her upper body twisting slightly. She threw her leg out to catch herself before falling, unsure what had just happened. She looked down at the ground, her eyes narrowing at the sight of the tiny being. She lowered a hand to her leg, rubbing the flesh that he had run into. For a little thing he really knew how to hurt people! “You should watch where you’re going,” she spat. She knew he wasn’t a kid; tiny as he was, the face betrayed the fact that he could be too young. “Stupid midget,” she grumbled, observing him as he began to walk away. An eyebrow lifted at the fact he hadn’t looked her in the eye and that, as he began to walk away, his pace was increasing. Cordelia knew she could be scary, but she hadn’t done anything too terrible. All she had done was call him a midget… were people really that sensitive these days? Snorting, she rolled her eyes and turned away, a hand going to her belt out of habit. The woman stopped dead in her tracks at the absence of her dagger. Cordelia’s eyes slowly trailed to the ground, hoping that it might have dropped while she wasn’t looking. It must have fallen out when that stupid short guy ran into her and she probably hadn’t heard it because he kept going on and on with an apology. However, there was nothing there, and it soon clicked in her head that the midget must have taken her weapon. Even if she didn’t use the dagger all the time, it had proved useful in the past, and she wasn’t about to let anyone steal anything from her. “HEY! MIDGET BOY!” she yelled, turning around. Luckily he was still in sight, so she had a chance to get him. “Short guy! Spot! Whatever the hell your name is!” She had no doubt in her mind that he knew she was talking to him, hence why she had given up the name calling. “Get back here, you little… mole thing!” With that Cordelia started running after him, frustrated and angry. How stupid did people think she was? |
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| Pattin Lightfoot | Tue Aug 12, 2008 6:00 pm Post #4 |
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Pattin's pace increased when she insulted him, then broke out in a dead run as she began yelling. His short legs carried him surprisingly quickly, darting down the road. He looked back and forth, she was still in sight. Damn, this vampire was fast. Pattin ran up to the inn wall, fumbling for something. Triumphantly, he pulled out a piece of chalk. With no time to be neat, he drew a large rectangular shape there. Pattin ran through and closed it, scuffing the chalk to seal it. He ran to the other side of the inn, drawing a few looks, and made another door, repeating the process. Unfortunately, some chalk remained where he'd gone. Pattin continued running, looking back. He couldn't see her. Thank god. The halfling leaned against a wall, trying to catch his breath. He looked up to the sky and smiled, pulling the dagger out of his jacket. He looked at it fondly, feeling the smooth surface with a smile. Patting looked back the the inn to make sure he didn't screw up and leave one of the doors open. He turned and started to walk away slowly, spinning the dagger in his right hand. |
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| ♥Cordelia Brooks | Tue Aug 12, 2008 6:21 pm Post #5 |
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Cordelia ran as fast as she could after him, closing the distance. He was fast, for being so short and slightly chubby. She was surprised she hadn’t caught up to him by now, considering the height she held against him and the fact that she was a predator. She saw him fumbling around for something as he stopped near a wall and decided to get him while he was busy doing whatever was more important than running for his life. That little plan didn’t work, however, and the midget walked through a makeshift door. Cordelia stopped running and stared at the wall for a moment, frowning. Magic was such a pain, but at least she could easily catch up. Cordelia laughed as she became translucent and one with the air around her, her limbs slightly wispy. The vampire stepped through the wall with ease, eyes closed until she had come out the other side. Once there she looked around, spotting the chalk on the far wall. That must have been where he had gone, since she had noticed him drawing something the last night. Clever as the trick was, he would end up regretting his cowardice and his carelessness. Believing she had all the time in the world, Cordelia took her time as she floated to the other side of the room, not worrying about the people in the inn that were currently staring at her. She exited through the wall slowly, looking around for the short man. She soon spotted him and a smirk crossed on her ghostly features, floating over to him to remain silent. Once she was a few yards behind him Cordelia solidified and laughed again, loud enough to announce her presence. She proceeded to jump and tackle him from behind, straddling him. “Boo,” she said in a soft, venomous tone of voice, her hands on his shoulder blades to keep him on the ground. “Now how about you give me back my dagger, hmm?” |
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| Pattin Lightfoot | Tue Aug 12, 2008 6:31 pm Post #6 |
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Pattin thought he was in the clear when he was tackled from behind. He heard her voice in his ear and felt a pang of fear. How had she caught up so quickly? Pattin turned his head to look at her, squirming a bit in her grip. The dagger was about a foot away from his hand, but he couldn't get it. Pattin looked at her teeth as she spoke and broke into a cold sweat. A vampire? Wrong person to mess with. It seemed his kleptomania had finally come back to bite him. Pattin's eyes darted back and forth, looking for a way to get out. He grunted as he tried to break free, but failed. Looking her in the eye, he put on a whimpering look, like he was about to cry. Had he been a human, it might not have accomplished anything, but fortunately for him, he was a halfling, and thus looking quite childish if he wanted to. “It's over there, don't hurt me, please. I don't want to die!” he said pitifully. After a moment, his eyebrow furrowed and he managed to grab his mace and make a somewhat unavoidable blow to her side, scrambling to escape. "bwahaha!" he said, squirming free. |
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| ♥Cordelia Brooks | Tue Aug 12, 2008 6:50 pm Post #7 |
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Cordelia laughed, reveling in his fear. He was small beneath her, too weak under her strength to get free. She stared down at him, enjoying his squirming and failed attempts to break free. Not only did it inflate her ego even more than it already was, but this would also hopefully serve as a lesson to the male. How dumb could a person be to steal from a vampire, especially a vampire like her? Cordelia almost shook her head, but she was having too much fun watching him writhing to want to look away. When he gave her that sad look, the wide smirk that had taken place on her features faded slightly. Normally it wouldn’t have done anything, but he did look like a little kid, even if he wasn’t one. She shouldn’t have been taking any mercy on a thieving midget, but the maternal side of her hesitated for a moment. “It's over there, don't hurt me, please. I don't want to die!” “If you didn’t want to die then you shouldn’t have crossed me,” Cordelia growled, a sick sort of satisfaction in her voice. “Why did you do it, hmm? Are you suicidal or is your brain as small as the rest of you is?” The smirk slowly began to return and she reached over to the side, grabbing her dagger. She held it in her hand, contemplating whether or not she should hurt him. He had apologized and whined about stealing her dagger, but the fact was that he had still stolen it and that couldn’t be changed. Tackling him and scaring him with words really wasn’t enough when it came to punishment. Before she could make a move to hurt him, though, she felt something collide into her side. Cordelia hissed as the hit made contact and was knocked off of him, her dagger slipping from her hand again. Quickly she grabbed it and looked behind her, cursing the fact that he had gotten free. “Aww, is that how you do things, midget?” she called after him. “What a little snake… at least your excess of cowardice makes up for your lack of height, eh? Something to be proud of, right?” She pushed herself up off of the ground and returned to watching him, sheathing the dagger. |
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| Pattin Lightfoot | Tue Aug 12, 2008 6:59 pm Post #8 |
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Pattin looked back at her, seeing she wasn't chasing him. “Well, I'd not like to call it cowardice. I prefer to call it say... Survival Instinct. The will to live.” He shrugged and winked at her. His hand reached into a pouch and he pulled out a fist, aiming it at her. He opened it, revealing a good amount of black shiny powder on his palm. He took in a big breath, well, relatively big, and blew it at Cordelia in a cloud. Pattin smiled at her and walked a bit closer, snatching at the dagger, but missing a little. He smiled and retreated a little. “Pattin J. Lightfoot.” He said with a little bow. “Who is it I have the... immense pleasure of meeting?” He asked hesitantly. He wasn't too confident she would actually tell him her name, but at least he could say he had been polite. Pattin edged off, poking his tongue out at her a little like any good man would and blew a rasberry. Immense stupidity on his part. He turned to walk and tripped over nothing. With a frown, he sneezed and a little powder came out. So he had inhaled some of the hexed salt. Smooth. |
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| ♥Cordelia Brooks | Tue Aug 12, 2008 7:44 pm Post #9 |
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“Well, I'd not like to call it cowardice. I prefer to call it say... Survival Instinct. The will to live.” “Same thing,” Cordelia said, staring down at him with an unimpressed look on her face. Her arms folded over her chest and her eyebrows lifted when he pulled out the powder and blew it at her. She coughed once and waved it away, not noticing him making a move for her dagger. She did step away, however, when she noticed how much closer to her he had gotten. Cordelia’s personal space bubble was only to be popped by certain people, and this little midget wasn’t one of those people. “Don’t get close,” she warned, her right hand falling to her hip to make sure nothing had been taken from her. “And don’t you blow stuff at me, either! You should be nice to me, grateful that I spared your life!” Her eyes narrowed and she snorted, clearly not entertained by him. He hadn’t been amusing in the slightest so far this evening, so she had to wonder why she was even keeping him around. It wasn’t like it was too big of an issue, though; if he continued to get on her nerves she could just slit his throat with the dagger he had so desperately wanted before. “Who is it I have the... immense pleasure of meeting?” Cordelia stared at him when he introduced himself. Pattin was an odd name, though it seemed to fit him strangely enough. “Spot fits you better,” she said with a nod. “Because you’re annoying and ugly like a spot. So that’s what we’re gonna call you from now on, mmkay?” She cocked her head to the side with a slightly wicked grin, ignoring the question of her own name. Her name wasn’t very important, especially right now when the subject wasn’t even about her. She laughed at him when he fell over, a cruel, slightly nasal sound. She inched forward, placing her hands on her knees and leaning down a bit to look at him. “Poor baby, can’t even walk, can he?” she said in a mock sympathetic tone. “Is tripping part of your survival instincts, too? Or was that a mistake?” Cordelia continued to laugh, straightening up to her full height. It wasn’t like how she stood made a difference, really; either way she got to look down at him. |
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| Pattin Lightfoot | Tue Aug 12, 2008 8:01 pm Post #10 |
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Pattin groaned as he lay there, not wanting to get up yet. He looked at her with an amused face. She simply mocked him, said his name was going to continue to be spot, and stood tall. He found he disliked her closeness and arrogance a bit, but she would make a very useful friend. He needed someone like her to make sure he wasn't killed on the spot by bandits or something. Even with all his self control and talk about the will to live, he did something completely, amazingly, incredibly stupid. He threw some hexed salt at her legs and spun around, letting one foot fly at the back of her knees. Using his momentum, he finished the move and stood up, dusting off his jacket and pulled from it a little brown hat. He fitted it on his head and smiled pleasantly. “You know, I hate when people make fun of my height.” He said with a confident tone, looking important, but then looked to the side distractedly. “It's cruel.” He smiled a little and chuckled. |
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| ♥Cordelia Brooks | Tue Aug 12, 2008 8:29 pm Post #11 |
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“You know, I hate when people make fun of my height.” Cordelia looked up at him from the ground, surprised that she was even there. One moment ago he had thrown salt at her and kicked her, and now she was on the ground. Her jaw clenched and she growled, her hands gripping the ground and pushing herself up into a sitting position. “And I hate it when people are ignorant enough to think that they can do whatever the hell they want and get away with it,” she spat at him. She hadn’t expected a little guy like him to be able to get her down, especially since she had already had him pinned to the ground once before. Didn’t he realize what she could do to him? Didn’t he understand what she was, that this was like playing with fire? “You spoke but a few moments ago about not wanting to die… yet then you proceed to challenge me? Spot, your life is in my hands right now, not yours. One little bite and it could all be over for you, hunny. Such a daring thing you are… daring, but incredibly stupid as well.” She pushed herself up to her knees and then up completely to her feet, the one minute effect of the salt wearing off. Had it not been for that salt then she probably wouldn’t have fallen to begin with, considering she was usually much more graceful on her feet. Cordelia stood right in front of him then, leaning over to look him in the eye. She took the collar of his shirt within her hand, wondering whether this was even worth it. He was barely even three feet tall, but even with that fact established he seemed to have found a way to fight physically. He was proving to be a nuisance, but in the end there wasn’t much she could do considering that was all that he was: a nuisance. It was best to be rid of pests before they proved to be more trouble than they were worth, but in this case, what was even the point? She released his collar roughly, then moved to stood straightly once again, peering down at him with a skeptical look on her face. “It’ll be your undoing,” she stated simply, shrugging. Whatever would happen to him in the future wouldn’t be her concern, nor would it be her place to try and do anything to stop any ill fortune that might become of him because of this terrible behavior. “Cordelia,” she said finally, half turned away from him. |
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| Pattin Lightfoot | Tue Aug 12, 2008 8:56 pm Post #12 |
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Pattin smiled at Cordelia as she got up, threatening him and calling him spot. “It's why you aren't going to kill me. Perhaps you could teach me my place then, eh?” He said with a wink at her, chuckling. He was trying to find an acceptable way to get her to allow him to tag along for a bit. Pattin smiled at the vampiress. Cordelia eh? Well, we would have to fix that. Such a long, serious, arrogant name. Perhaps something like Cordiepie or Cordie. He can decide later. Pattin smiled at her and looked vaguely apologetic. “I'm sure that you'll never be looking up at me again.” he said, looking away. “But it was so much fun.” He laughed, walking a bit closer to her, but not too close. He knew what she could do. But that didn't mean he couldn't poke at her. He was fairly fast when need be. Pattin sighed unenthusiastically. “Spot it is.” He looked away. She actually underestimated him! Oh, this could be fun. He'd show her what he was capable of... Perhaps if he lost a few pounds and got better equipment, maybe learned how to really use the mace, get some more trinkets. Then he'd show her. Pattin smiled at her. “So where shall we go? To the inn, I hope. Drinks are on me.” He winked, holding up a moneypurse. |
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| ♥Cordelia Brooks | Tue Aug 12, 2008 9:21 pm Post #13 |
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“It's why you aren't going to kill me. Perhaps you could teach me my place then, eh?” Cordelia rolled her eyes at the statement. She would kill him if she wanted to kill him, and right now she didn’t have the want or even the need to do so. “You wouldn’t want me to,” she said, telling the absolute truth. She might not have been the strongest person in Imythess, but she had potential when she actually tried. Besides, in her own little world, she thought she was a bit more dangerous than she actually was. “But it was so much fun.” She tensed up slightly when he came closer to her, and Cordelia inched a little bit away to add distance. She didn’t like being right next to anyone unless she was the one that closed the gap, and although she had already been in his face once or twice already, that didn’t mean he could just go on ahead and get close whenever he wanted. She grunted lightly at his response, looking away from him for the moment. “That fun will get you killed,” she warned once again. “There are a lot of people that aren’t as nice as I am. You know that, right?” Like Fehade, or Yaksha, or Manic. The three of them would have killed little Spot on sight if he had done to them what he had done to her. Cordelia was really just too nice, when it all came down to it. It was something she had to fix. “So where shall we go? To the inn, I hope. Drinks are on me.” We? Cordelia stared at him as if he had just grown another head, almost laughing at how preposterous his proposition was. She didn’t understand why he wanted to tag along with her, especially after all that had just happened. She had a feeling that he wasn’t going to just let her go, though. “I don’t drink,” she said, shaking her head, continuing to walk without looking at him. “And I don’t want you clinging to me, either.” |
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| Pattin Lightfoot | Tue Aug 12, 2008 9:32 pm Post #14 |
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Pattin sighed sadly and shrugged. “I guess I tried, then eh?” He chuckled, walking behind her in the shadows. He tried to think of people who could possibly be worse than Cordelia. Nobody he'd met so far was as terrifying. She was as fast as he was, much stronger, actually had a good few things, and could likely use them. He sighed and shook his head. Pattin smiled as he walked in the shadows, following her in silence for a bit. He wondered if she knew he was even there, just not saying anything about it. Growing bored, he spoke up. “You're sure you don't drink? To tell the truth, I just want to hang out, really. No more stealing, I promise.” He said,throwing the purse to her. Inside, he was laughing with a vengeance, but he kept a lid on it wisely. “Come on, Cordiepie. You know you want to.” He said with a laugh, completely unaware of what those few words could possibly mean for his health. Even yet, he didn't mind. He'd stolen her knife, tripped her, led her on a chase, and the worst she'd done so far is tackle him. |
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| ♥Cordelia Brooks | Tue Aug 12, 2008 9:50 pm Post #15 |
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“You're sure you don't drink? To tell the truth, I just want to hang out, really. No more stealing, I promise.” He wasn’t gone yet? Cordelia stared down at him, her patience beginning to run thin. She wasn’t about to go on and on explaining about how she was incapable of injecting alcohol. Even if she could digest it, why would she want to? It got people tipsy, drunk, and sick to their stomach – who could actually enjoy that feeling? “No,” she said, an edge to her voice due to her extreme frustration. She wasn’t about to do something stupid for some midget who she didn’t even like. “Come on, Cordiepie. You know you want to.” With that said, she froze in place, ceasing to breathe. Every single movement came to end and Cordelia’s eyelids slid shut as she tried to think about what to do. He had tested her, tested her, and tested her and had paid no heed to her warnings. Now, he had pushed her over the edge. The only people allowed to give her endearing little names were her friends, and she didn’t consider thieving rats to be her friends. Cordelia whirled around, looking behind her and down at him. A single, thundering sound resounded around the area as soon as she gave the release word, a bright flash of light accompanying the noise. The blinding and deafening effects were only temporary, but hopefully it would be enough to get him off her back. “Told you so,” she snarled, even though he wouldn’t be able to hear her. Perhaps it was going a bit overboard, but Cordelia added the cause fear spell as well, grinning slightly. That’s what he got for underestimating her and for not doing what she said, and quite frankly she felt no guilt at all. |
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