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Post by Silas Lafayette on Oct 9, 2009 7:30:32 GMT -5
As the hundreds of people moved along the crowded street, the dull baying of his hounds could be heard over the loud chatter. His strong raspy voice raise high to catch the attention of any who'd listen. "The Lord is comin'! Come and get saved, my lost lambs! The lord will forgive and he will take you home!" His thick southern drawl emphasized every word as he called out. "Don't turn away from god! We are all sinners and he welcomes you!" He leaned on his cane with one hand, and waved the other hand, which held pamphlets. Matthew, Mark and Luke, his hounds, held bibles in their mouths and would drop them when they were cued to bay. Every now and again, the hounds would scratch themselves violently, sometimes when people were nearby. Some folks never noticed or some would seem repulsed, either way, as they walked away they'd scratch themselves thinking about those wretched fleas. A few pamphlets were handed out through the whole day. Night drew on and even fewer pamphlets were handed out. Fifty yards away behind Silas, a pamphlet holder fell to the ground, dead.
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Post by Sir Allastor Winfield on Oct 10, 2009 18:40:53 GMT -5
Frown to himself as he pushed through the crowds, stepping over more and more dead bodies as he continued forward. The sound of the old man could be heard. He spoke before looking back at Pip. "Maybe this old man knows about these mysterious incidents..." With that confident smirk he approached Silas. "Hey old timer, Got a minute?"
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Post by Silas Lafayette on Oct 10, 2009 23:02:00 GMT -5
The old blind man turned to Allastor and Pip with a wide smile. "Yes sir! Yes Sir! Praise Jesus! I have all the time until the Lord taketh away!" He grabs Allastor's hand firmly and shakes it hard, a firm shake for a brittle old man. "Names Silas Dubois Lafayette! Nice to meet you two!" He blinks a bit and turns his ring around. "Oops! Sorry, son! I hope my ring didn't go on and poke you!" He gazed toward's Pip. "Nice to meet you too! Here...take a bible!" He shoved two bibles into their grasp before grinning. "How can I help you two boys?" His dogs barked and panted watching them.
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Post by Pip on Oct 11, 2009 18:27:45 GMT -5
Pip's brow creased in amusement as he flipped the bible over in his hands. Pocketing the book, he turn to older gentlemen and tipped his hat. "I respect you're missionary act here monsieur but ... don't you feel out of place in our current ... predicament"
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Post by Sir Allastor Winfield on Oct 11, 2009 18:39:24 GMT -5
Winces and pulls his hand away from Lafayette. "Yeah...nice to meet you too, old timer..." Rubs his palm, seeing a little blood. "Rumor has it that some virus is taking the living and turning them undead...You know anything about it?"
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Post by Silas Lafayette on Oct 11, 2009 18:44:25 GMT -5
Laughs warmly as his dogs growl at the two, still scratching a bit when other people walk too close. "A virus killin' folk? I don't know nothin' about no virus. But I will say a prayer for them...and you boys." He looked towards Pip. "I'm never out of place when I'm doing the Lord's work!" The dogs bayed at his words. "I have been noticing people gettin' sick a lot though..." He thought to himself, smiling a bit.
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Post by Pip on Oct 11, 2009 20:42:36 GMT -5
Pip pulled a cigarette out from his front jacket pocket, quickly lit it and shoved it in his mouth. "I would say its a lot more than people getting sick, wouldn't you agree Allastor?" he mumbled with the cigarette pursed between his lips.
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Post by Sir Allastor Winfield on Oct 12, 2009 0:01:34 GMT -5
He nodded, still rubbing his palm. "Yeah...its not just mortals being affected and being turned...even the undead and supernatural are catching it...Are you sure you haven't heard or know anything?" He strained to read the man's mind, but to no avail. Without looking at pip he called out to him telepathically.
"I can't read this guy...Its like he's blocking me..." A sweat forms on his brow. "I think we should just move on...I don't think this old geezer knows anything..."
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Post by Pip on Oct 12, 2009 12:48:02 GMT -5
'Now hold on there .... I'm sure we can coerce something out of ze old timer" Without batting an eyelash, Pip quickly unholstered his Modèle 1892 and had the man in a headlock, revolver pressed against the underside of his jaw. He than quickly unclipped the Ak47 off his back and had it trained on the growling mongrels circling his feet. "How bout we make this easy and you tell me all that you know before I count to three?"
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Post by Sir Allastor Winfield on Oct 13, 2009 14:21:08 GMT -5
Grins as he pulls out his bow, readying an arrow. "Jeez, Pip. Get right to the violence eh...? S'how I like it!" He watched with a grin and spoke with a grave cool tone. "Now, Silas...My friend has a hairpin trigger finger and he likes to shoot that pistol...So why don't you tell us everything we want to know...?"
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Post by Silas Lafayette on Oct 13, 2009 22:05:02 GMT -5
He only laughed when he was locked up in Pip's grip, staring down the gun barrel. Mark, Matthew and John were growling savagely, they began to inch closer to each other. "Now now, boys...its ok...They aren't going to harm me...no sir..." The blind man gazed to Allastor then to Pip with a warm smile. "Pip...You are the leader of the Wild Geese...under the hire of Sir Integral Hellsing..." He seemed to be staring into Pip's eyes, through his sunglasses. "Release me son...You know this mission doesn't call for casualties...Isn't that right...Jared?" He gazed towards Allastor. "I know you are still shaken up about your old man's death...Its ok to let it go..."
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Post by Sir Allastor Winfield on Oct 13, 2009 22:10:01 GMT -5
Allastor's eyes grow wide as the old man spoke of things that were never mentioned to him. "Pip...He's reading us...He can see into our minds...MY Mind! No one but tough vampires can do that...He...I...ARGH!" In frustration he puts up his bow and starts towards Silas with his fist raised. "GET OUT OF MY HEAD, YOU OLD FART!" As he approached the old man, his vision began to blur and his knees began to shake. His steps slowed, he began to sway as he walked. Pale skin began to sweat as Allastor fell to his knees before Pip and Silas. "P-Pip...I...I don't feel...feel so good..." His eyes rolled into the back of his head as he fell to the ground. He lay motionless but thankfully he was still breathing.
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Post by Pip on Oct 17, 2009 19:52:15 GMT -5
"Oh fuck..." Pulling the hammer back and making the revolver click as the bullet slides into position, Pip thrust the barrel harder into the man's jaw. "You're testing my patience old man ... one" he said through gritted teeth
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Post by Sir Allastor Winfield on Oct 19, 2009 14:15:58 GMT -5
His breathing became more shallow as he lay in the busy street. He was conscious but almost comatose. Every single nerve in his body screamed in agony as his body was thrown into violent spasms. It felt like all of his bones were going to rip from his skin and then burst into flames.
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Post by Silas Lafayette on Oct 19, 2009 14:20:17 GMT -5
The smile never faded from his face as he let out a warm chuckle. "My my, son...You are more worried about splattering my noggin rather than save your friend. Back in my day...we did things..." With a swift jab, he thrusts his elbow into Pip's gut, freeing himself from the grip. "Differently." He stepped back with the dogs and smiled. "Get the boy to the hospital or something...He's dieing. I'll be seeing you fellers soon enough. Ciao." The old man and his dogs slowly stepped back into the ground, disappearing among the party goers.
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