Quietsoul
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Will The Past remain the Past? or Will it turn into a frightful Future?
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Post by Quietsoul on Sept 7, 2014 19:42:54 GMT -6
He breathed deeply, and randomly, a puff of air rolling from his mouth, like a think cloud of cigar smoke. He weaved emotionlessly. As the fists slice through the air, aiming at his body, as he barely moves, only his legs moving in a settle way, to dodge the hits. His foot twisted in, as he shifted swiftly and aimlessly, to the left of the large muscled arm, as he rammed into the large body that goes with it, with the only swift motion of his fist. A tiny boom came from his fist, for only a moment went by, as the half terrified, and shocked face of the muscled man, fell to the ground, the air crushing against his large frame, crushed outward as he hit the cold snow. He looked up as he looked at his watch, as it went off the quiet sound of a tinker bell ringed from his watch, He looked at it for moment and slid his sleeve over his watch, and began to walk, the sound of crunching snow, only echoed against the white tipped mountains, as his flannel red and green shirt buckled by the wind, from the oncoming blizzard, as his colorful shirt, and black pants, could be seen miles away.
Four Hours Ago. He was damn tired, as he thumped onto the couch, as he rubbed his face, and took off his glasses, as he slumped, back straight, against the black leather square couch, with tight corners, that looked uncomfortable. He yawned, as he let his glasses slide from the hard wood table onto the ground, as his head had hit the pillow, already snoozing off. "Quiet" he groaned as he rolled over, not wanting to move, and wanted the high pitched voice, burning in his head too go away. (or maybe that was the hangover). "QUIET" He shot up his head looking from left too right, quickly as, his assessed the situation. He found a red locks hovering over him, and a girl with hot blue eyes, staring at him, with a amused face. He stared at her for a moment, and let his eyes go heavy, and thumped back onto the pillow. "QUIET"!. He was not sure why he was sitting at the table, with a shirt being pulled over his head, he thought it was black, as a red and green lined buttoned up flannel, was being put on him, (When Did He Change his Pants?) he thought as he looked at his long tinted black and blue jeans, with a brown belt. He slumped as a steaming hot cup of coffee sat in front of him, looking very appealing. He picked it up by the handle, letting the cup draw to his mouth, taking a deep soft sip, the think straight coffees heat melted onto his tongue, as the vanilla flavor stood silently in his mouth, as he set the mug down. "What The Hell Are You Doing In My House. Sena" He said as he turned his head to his kitchen, smoke coming from it. Not The Sweet Smelling Kind Either. He barely used his kitchen, but that does not mean he wants to see it be destroyed. "Quiet!, Good Morning!. Not much of a morning person are you" a girl sashayed out of his kitchen, with hot red locks, and piercing blue eyes, and bright white teeth, and nearly pale white skin. She set a plate of burnt toast, and watery eggs, and crunching bacon. "Eat Up" He stared at it, as he sighed, as he picked up the fork resting on the side of his plate, and stabbed the eggs and began to eat. "Well. The Answer to Your question-" Before she could finish, he stopped his munching, and he sighed, as he drew his hand too his mouth, and pulled out a wet piece of paper. With A Name On it. Zeal Carter he looked at her with a "Really, in my eggs" look. She grinned as she leaned forward, her jaw resting on her bottom palm, as her perfectly sized breast set on the table. "Zeal, Carter. Dangerous Man.And Your Next Target" he looked at her and returned to his meal. "I Said I was Done" he said as he began to eat the bacon, the crunching sounded like bones breaking. "Don't Be Like That, Quiet" She said, as he was already walking to the door. She was wearing a black dress that stuck to her hips like glue, and cut off slightly above the knees , and curved with every movement she made, she says as she follows him, half running, but cant cause of her heels, so she did a quick baby jog. He stopped mid- stride. He turned around in a blur of a moment, and slid the hot orange and dark yellow folder from her grasp, and walked out, the door closing softly behind him. "Pleasure Doing Business, with you" |
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Quietsoul
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Post by Quietsoul on Sept 11, 2014 22:39:33 GMT -6
He walked quietly, through the snow. Well...pretty much as quiet as one could be in thigh high snow. He twisted his body strongly, pulling his leg forward, the weight of the snow pushing on it. He could have walked on the sky, but...He glanced at the deep grey clouds above him, showering sprinkles of crystal snow. He sighed, as he twisted again. He breathed out his mouth dry, and his eyes tired, as the frosty wind blew against his body in howling waves. He grunted as he twisted, once more. He was making steady progress considering that he was pushed out of a helicopter, almost 200 feet away from the target, in the Alps. He bent forward as he angrily, twisted in one loud crunching sound, begging to lose his patience with the snow. He sighed as he stopped, and stood in the snow, it slowly melting into his jeans. He took a breaths, as the pellets falling softly from the sky above, began to slow until it stopped completely. He let the soft tingles go through his body. He breathed out. And Looked down. The snow began to twist and turn, and crunched as he began to spread open, making a path. He could see the green grass, under him, as he took a breath as he felt the warm ground under his feet. No Longer Cold. He began to walk, the snow spreading open as he did so.
It was a giant cement square building, half of it hanging off the side and the bottom connected to the mountain by steel pillars. He grinned, as he looked up at it. Shame. He didn't bring any climbing gear. |
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Post by Vulpesen Torrevaso on Sept 13, 2014 10:27:15 GMT -6
Vulpesen watched as quiet dropped in on the alps, his usual black robes replaced by a spotted white set to help him bled into the snow. Sure he hated the cold(and the color white), but that was no reason to neglect training in harsh environments. As such, he found himself rather surprised as his old friend appeared before him. "Well now...seems I have company."
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Quietsoul
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Post by Quietsoul on Sept 15, 2014 20:39:57 GMT -6
He walked looking at the frozen in time scene around him, as the winter wonderland howled and puffed snow in response. He looked at the green grass in front of him, as he walked, the flowers weeping, but slowly blooming as he walked by. He felt someone looking at him, it peeked at his senses, and Inked his link. He slowed his steps, as he turned around, the ground softly turning with his movement. He looked over his shoulder, twisting only the top half of his body. He eyes scrunches in confusion, as he returned too his normal Pace. He could not see anything in the snow, as It acted as a thin blanket over his eyes. He grunted, as he sighed. "Damn Snow" he looked down as he walked, another shock of his senses, sent him spinning around, staring down whatever was behind him. (Though he could not see, he was just looking forward. Hoping he was facing the correct position) He Looked forward, his eyes turning a light blue color, reflecting a sky, with clouds and broad, as he, stood strong and tall. Staring into the whistling snow, and whispering wind. He leaned a bit back, and then leaned forward in one swift movement, and the clouds began to blow apart, spreading and flowing apart in fast pace. As the snow and wind began too die, and the sun began too break through the dark clouds, and the white as snow clouds spreading forth in one giant wave, as the sun began too melt, the thick snow, in fast pace. He sighed as the white figure was standing on his left. He turned toward the figure. "Looks Like We Where Double Booked." He said as he looked at V, with a small smile, and the endless sky glowing and pulsing behind him, and another sky far wider in his own eyes. He walked up too v, the sky disappearing and replaced with his own dark blue eyes, full of wise of the ages, and a calm collected gaze.
"So. What Brings You To the Alps. Old Friend" he said with a smile, his voice a bit older, and deeper, his eyes a lot more calm, and silent, and his hair was longer, and much more dark in color. He did not look older by any means, but , how he talked, and how he even smiled, said that he had become much older. He held himself a little more stronger and taller, and his height had grown, but his shoulders, where broad, with strength, but he stood his eyes still showing the youthfulness, and his stance still showed the laziness, and looseness that everyone smiles at, but his presence was far more greater than it ever was, as his strength and power dripped onto the very ground he walks on, as he reached out with his hands blistered and tough, and put his hand on Vs shoulder, and smiled. His teeth white, and his smile, made him look like he was 18 all over again.
It has only been a year since he had seen his leader, and it showed in his face, The Joy, and pleasure of seeing a old friend, combined into a ear too ear smile. "Been Awhile" Awhile..yes..it felt that way, it felt years since he had seen his leader, as he trained relentlessly, and tirelessly hidden away, in the city, mountains, and a cage he can now call home. Perhaps it had been even longer. He and dates and times, never mixed into a pleasant meal, but never the less, it was good, and he was glad. Too See his Leader. Maybe it was relief, or sadness, that reflected into his eyes, or the strangeness of seeing another person,other than the people who have made him slice a mountain, in two. It Didn't matter. As he pulled his friend into a hug, and quickly let him go, with a soft smile. "So. What The Hell Are You Doing In The Alps." |
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Post by Vulpesen Torrevaso on Sept 16, 2014 14:41:46 GMT -6
Vulpesen simply watched his friend with a grin, returning the embrace as Quiet hugged him. "A while indeed. A bit too much of a while if ya ask me." He backed up and dusted off his robes, causing a light coat of snow to fall from the white fabric. "You know I hate the col. So, I just figured that its time I did something about that. While I'll never like it, I should at least learn to tolerate it" Of course, he could still feel the fur of his tail wrapped around his body, just under the surface of his clothes. Yeah, he was training against the weather, but that didn't mean he couldn't allow a few comforts that his natural body provided. Quietsoul |
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Quietsoul
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Will The Past remain the Past? or Will it turn into a frightful Future?
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Post by Quietsoul on Sept 16, 2014 20:11:00 GMT -6
He looked at v, with a uncertain gaze, and amused look plastered on his face, as his face to twist into a smile, just as his face crunches to burst out laughing, a ringing cut through his joy. He dug in his pocket, quickly and smoothly, pulling out a cheap flip up phone, he clicked it open. Your Pay. His eyes narrowed, as he sighed. "Tricked Me Again" he said as he swiftly closes the phone, and stares at it. He turned his attention back too V, his eyes showed only a tint of anger. "Yea, It has been a long time. Its good Too See You..Well..I wish my reason for being in the alps is as good yours" He grinned slightly, as he tossed the phone into one of the clusters of snow. He Breathed, as he twisted toward the cement building hanging off the side of the mountain, like a castle. "But...My Reason Is Not As Pure..." He said as he looked down, quickly looking up. "Come on. I will be needing Your Help" He said not waiting for a answer, as he grins with a sly smile, filled with clever darkness. He reached out a pressed a hand onto V shoulder. "Dear Old Friend." he says as he looks at V. "My Dearest Old Friend" he said as he took a step forward and stood by Vs Side, his arm rapping around Vs shoulder. "26 Armed Hostiles, Target on 2nd Floor. Approach With Maximum Stealth. Caution. Shadow Walkers Reap in the Death of the Curse. Do Not Approach Target. I repeat" he said squeezing Vs shoulder "Do Not Approach Target" He picked V up with ease, as his greater strength and body mass, and height allowed him to do so. His stance was like a foot ball player that was about to throw a foot ball. "Mission. To Take In Target, Seek And Destroy Anything and Everything In Our Way" He said as he runs up "Godspeed" He said as he throws V like a bullet, straight and forward toward the building, like a football. He watches V, cut through the Air. "Damn that was a good Throw." he sighed as he jumped up "Shame I never Liked Football" he said as he disappears, only the out line of his body visible and only in the moment he jumped away. He let the speed take him, as he ripped through the sky the speed unknown, and the adrenalin reels through him, a million miles around, sending shivers and ripples through his sense, sending his vision abler, and his mind blank with only pure excitement. He slowed as he was about 15 feet away from the castle like structure, and stopped his legs swinging forward a bit at the sudden stop. |
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Post by Vulpesen Torrevaso on Sept 18, 2014 9:37:30 GMT -6
Vulpesen rose an eyebrow at Quiet's words, his footsteps already naturally quiet. "What exactly is this target?" Of course, his answer would be a bit unorthodox as he felt Quiet lift him up. Of quick mind and having known him for years, he had a fairly large feeling of what was about to happen. "Quiet, don't you da-!" The next thing he knew, he was being launched off towards a building. "QUIET YOU SON OF A-" His words were cut off as his body burst into dark shadows. Going off from his straight path, his shadow form zigzagged as it searched for some weakness in the wall. And once his body hit... it was gone, having speedily seeped through some small imperfection. Quietsoul |
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Post by Quietsoul on Sept 18, 2014 22:02:41 GMT -6
He looked down at the crowd of people in a circle pointing their guns at him, ready to fire. He sighed, as he lowered himself slowly, and the moment he touched the ground, the click of the safety's on the guns, bigger than the humans carrying them, rang like a twinge of ugly sounds, some low, some light, high, deep, became a song that surrounded him at all ends. He felt a cold tip of the gun press onto the back on his head, as he began to kneel, putting his hands around his back, but they where eventually forced back, and put into some cold silver handcuffs, and he was jerked up, and pushed forward. The Gun still pointed at his head, as he walked against the cement, and onto some winding metal stairs. Two men on his side armed, and one in the front leading the party, and the man with a pistol pressed to his head, pushing him forward when he slowed. Before he knew It, he was standing in front of a hardwood door, as one of the men on his left, banged on it, after a few seconds, it swung open, a mean muscled man staring at him, and the guards with a irritated look. Qs
"Sir, he was floating above the building, and came down, and surrendered" he said in French.
The large man looked at him with a suspicious look, and a curled eyebrow. Well. In truth, if it was me, I would not have bought it either, but with a grunt, and a few looks at the guards, he picked me up by the color and threw me onto a velvet carpet. I heard him mumble some sounds, as he shut the door, I was jerked up by the back of my neck and placed back on my feet. And Stared at a young man, maybe my age, that matched the picture, with his red eyes full of green, and his hot orange hair, made me cringe at the sight of it. I sighed as I looked at him
"Pleasure Too Meet You..Mr Carter" I said with a smirk that was silenced with a blow to the face, as I tilted my head upward to, stare the guy in the face, with blood dripping off the side of my lip.
"My Time Is Precious, so Tell Me. What Is a Piece of Rat Shit like you, deserve to meet Me. From The Company No Less" He said his voice sounded like silk that had spikes and needles on it.
"I am Here To Take You Into Custody" With a laugh from Zeal.
"Shrade, Lets give this man. A Nice Warm Welcome" He said as he clasp his hands in front of his mouth, and rested his elbows onto the hardwood desk. A Fist smashed and melted into his stomach, as he was punched multiple times in the face, and upper body, Shrades body blocked his view from Zeal, after he was done. His eyes and face where swollen as blood dripped from his nose, onto the carpet. He remained on his feet, chest out, as Shrade punched him again. He sniffled up the blood, and looked at Zeal. "You Have Two. Very Simple Options. I Will Kill Everyone In this Room. Or You Shut Up, and Come quietly, and I promise I wont hurt you, too much" He was answered with another punch to the jaw. |
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