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Post by indridcold on Jul 8, 2009 22:04:41 GMT -5
"By the stars I hate airports," Indrid said aloud to no one in particular. Looking at the flight schedule he saw that his flight to London would be delayed for another two hours due to the weather. "Wonderful. I'm stuck in this urban jungle for two more hours getting eyed at by security while Boss is out doing who know what."
He sat down in a rather lumpy chair and pulled out his laptop. Might as well go over the message again while I wait.
It was a brief email that was received earlier that day.
Hello,
This is going to sound strange, but I need your help if I want to live. Very melodramatic if you ask me. Indrid thought. Please let me explain my situation. I am a vampire that is currently being hunted for no reason. I have never hurt anyone intentionally in my life. Now I have to keep looking over my shoulder where ever go and have barely gotten any sleep. Please come to London and help me. I don't want to die.
The letter was signed Loki.
Indrid sighed and turned off his laptop. "There is just too much information in that letter for me to take in all at once," Jeff said sarcastically. "It's most likely just me, but this feels like a snipe hunt. Oh well as long as the boss saves a helpless soul everything will be fine then I guess." He looked down at his pocket watch and mumbled a small curse. Only one hour and fifty minutes to go.
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Post by Sir Allastor Winfield on Jul 8, 2009 23:20:35 GMT -5
It had been a long week of running errands around in America. Integral better give me a fucking break! Although better thoughts about his boss clouded his mind, he couldn't help but chuckle. After seeing that the flight to London had been delayed, he growled a bit and screamed out, "FUCK! MY! LIFE!" He snarled to himself as he plopped down into the seat next to the gentleman with the laptop. While he grumbled and cursed his hand placed a cigarette in his mouth. Another long string of swears left his mouth upon realizing he didn't have a lighter. "Aw come on! This fucking suuuuuucks!"
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Post by indridcold on Jul 8, 2009 23:43:01 GMT -5
Indrid looked out of the corner of his eye at the man sitting next to him. He couldn't help but smirk at the long string of impolite words coming from the strangers mouth. Without looking up Indrid reached out his hand towards the man's cigarette. "Here this might help," he said as a small flame appeared at the tips of his fingers. He finally looked up at the confused man and smiled. "Please allow me to introduce myself. I am Indrid Cold." Indrid looked into the man's eyes. "I take it by your select choice of words that you are headed to London as well, right?"
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Post by Sir Allastor Winfield on Jul 8, 2009 23:58:54 GMT -5
He smirked taking a long drag from his cigarette. "Damn straight. Curse this bad weather. I'm Sir Allastor Winfield." He went to shake the man's hand. "I take it you are a Super Human too...fascinating..." He grinned a bit more. "You don't see many around..."
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Post by indridcold on Jul 9, 2009 0:22:41 GMT -5
Indrid took his hand. "It is a pleasure to meet you Mr. Winfield." He cocked his head to one side. "Super human? I never thought of it like that," Indrid nodded. "I guess you could call me a super human, but actually I'm a mage or what today's culture would call a warlock." Indrid turned and looked outside at the pouring rain, taking out a cigarillo and lit it. After taking a few puffs he turned back towards Allastor. "So what takes you to London, if I may ask? Business or pleasure?"
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Post by Sir Allastor Winfield on Jul 9, 2009 17:25:27 GMT -5
He chuckled a bit, taking another drag. "Hmmmm...My business is my pleasure..." He grinned a bit and gazed at the man. "I guess looking for Loki is business for you huh...?" He relaxed a bit. "As long as the vampire isn't killing people then he won't become part of my pleasure...Y'know?"
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Post by indridcold on Jul 9, 2009 18:43:07 GMT -5
Indrid raised an eyebrow at the comment. "I take it that mind reading is one of your super human traits?" He sighed and shook his head. "Yes. I was assigned to find this vampire and help him from the ones hunting him. Of course I have no idea as to where he is or if it's not some joke to waste my time." Indrid looked over at Allastor, "I also take by your last comment that you are a vampire hunter yourself. Most likely with the Hellsing Organization, am I right?"
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Post by Sir Allastor Winfield on Jul 9, 2009 20:41:46 GMT -5
He smirked as his pack of cigarettes levitated out of his own packet into his hands. "I don't only read minds. I'm telekinetic as well." He smirked a bit. "And yes...I am from Hellsing...and I am a vampire hunter...At your service." He looks at the man with a smirk. "I might can help you with your problem..."
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Post by indridcold on Jul 22, 2009 0:08:19 GMT -5
Indrid sighed and shook his head. "Any help you can give would be wonderful. The damn thing didn't even give me the slightest hint as to where he's at or what's going on." He looked over at Allastor with a hint of concern in his eyes. "Are you sure you should be helping me? I thought you all were like the Catholics when it came to vamps. The kill first ask questions later kind you know?"
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Post by Sir Allastor Winfield on Jul 23, 2009 10:04:03 GMT -5
Shudders at the word Catholics. "Damn Catholics..." (No real offense meant!) He looked at him. "I'll help a vampire anytime, seeing as my best friend is one...But the vampire becomes a threat to humans...then I shoot first, ask questions later..."
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Post by indridcold on Aug 6, 2009 21:13:30 GMT -5
"Forgive me I meant no offense."He took out another cigar and lit it. "I'm kind of new to this whole hunting business." Indrid took a long drag of his cigar, "I'd be in your debt if you could give me any help. You seem like you know this Loki guy so anything you have I'll take it."
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Post by Sir Allastor Winfield on Aug 13, 2009 19:53:14 GMT -5
He smirks a bit before shaking his head. "I don't know the lad, but I know for a fact I could help track him down for you." He gives a thumbs up. "How's that sound?"
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Post by indridcold on Aug 13, 2009 23:33:22 GMT -5
Indrid smiled at the man. "That sounds perfect." Just then an announcement came over the PA system. "Flight 424 for London is now boarding at the south gate. Please have your tickets ready."
J.R. began gathering his belongings. "Well it's about damn time." He looked over toward Allastor, who was gathering his carry on as well. "Reckon I'll be seeing you in London. Hope you have a comfortable flight."
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Post by Sir Allastor Winfield on Aug 25, 2009 6:39:02 GMT -5
He stood up with a grin. "I reckon we are flying together...That's my flight...Lets go!" He gave him a thumbs up.
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