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Post by Dauru Nemagosta on Feb 3, 2007 13:05:16 GMT
Dauru was sat in his nest... well not so much sat as laid down flat out, his great black feathered wings fully unfurled. His rifle was propped up in the corner, his sub-machine gun lay on the table where he'd just been cleaning it. His eyes were a relaxed purpley red colour. That soon changed as he heard a knock on the door, his eyes switching to purple, instantly suspicious. Hopefully it'd be someone who didn't know he couldn't talk and would therefore think no one was in.
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Post by andy on Feb 7, 2007 0:55:28 GMT
Adrian sighed, holding the package close up against her side. She'd walked a good three or so floors from her guest room down to deliver this package. When she got no answer, she knocked again, more firmly this time. "Oi! Open the door, I ain't got all friggin' day!" she shouted, her voice low and scratchy from the chain-smoking. That did things to ya, to be sure, and our little Andy was no different. She banged on the door a third time, this one being more like a forceful punch than a knock. "I AIN'T YER BAGGAGE GIRL, NOW OPEN THE GOD-DANGED DOOR!" she shouted, the cigarette dropping from her mouth as she shouted. It landed on her foot, and immediately went out. Today was truly turning out to be frustrating for her.
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Post by Dauru Nemagosta on Feb 7, 2007 12:00:37 GMT
Dauru hissed his anger, grabbing one of his weapons from the table before he approached the door, opening it, keeping himself just behind the door. 'What do you want?' he gestured warily, that wariness showing in his eyes. He was also ready to fire if need be, at any signs of attack
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Post by andy on Feb 7, 2007 16:44:51 GMT
Adrian shifted the package so that she could hold it in one hand, and reached into her back pocket. She rummaged in there for a moment, before her fingers clumsily took out another cigarette, and put it in her mouth. "Apparently, the mailman got stabbed or somethin'. I was told to bring this to ya." she said, and shook the package with one hand. It was deceptively heavy for something so small. "Just take it, so I can go."
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Post by Dauru Nemagosta on Feb 7, 2007 16:56:45 GMT
Dauru growled 'in Hellsing the mailmen don't just get 'stabbed' he gestured, instantly suspicious. 'Besides, you're pretty eage to go, how do I know its not some trap' he added on with a gesture, curling his upper lip up into a silent snarl, revealling how dangerous he could be
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Post by andy on Feb 7, 2007 17:04:50 GMT
Adrian knew that this man suspected her of something, and truth be told, she didn't like it one little bit. "Dangit... Listen, buddy. One, any intimidation you try is wasted on me. I don't play that game. Two, I just want to get out of here so I can go back to my work. Three, if I wanted to kill ya, you'd be laying in a pool of your own blood. Four, the mailman didn't get stabbed, someone in a green coat just walked up to me, shoved this thang into my hands, and told me to bring it to 'Dauru'. Everybody I asked pointed me here. It's called sarcasm." she said, and took a small lighter out of her pocket. She flicked at it a couple times until it finally produced a small flame, and she used it to light her cigarette. "We done with 20 questions?"
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Post by Dauru Nemagosta on Feb 7, 2007 17:17:02 GMT
Dauru snarled once more. 'I doubt that I'd be lieing in a pool of my own blood, not dead anyway,' he gestured unfurling his wings before furling them again, revealling the agitation deep down. 'You're not know Hellsing personel, why should I trust you?' he added on with a growl. Truth be told, he didn't trust anyone he didn't know and wished someone was there he did know.
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Post by andy on Feb 7, 2007 17:26:59 GMT
Adrian snickered, and set the package on the ground. "You obviously don't know who I am. Which is good, The less people that do, the better. But I ain't a pushover. Observe." she said, and pulled up her sleeve. There was a large bandage there, and there was a faint red blotch in the center. She tore it off, and a slow stream of blood trickled out of a gash and onto the floor. But when it hit the floor, it wasn't a puddle, it was slowly taking a shape. When it had taken the shape of a small bowie knife, she picked up the solid blood, and stuck the knife into the wall. It slowly liquified again, and trickled up, back into her cut, which she swiftly rebandaged once again. "Sure, if we fought, I might lose. But it sure as hell wouldn't be an easy battle. For you, at least."
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Post by Dauru Nemagosta on Feb 7, 2007 17:43:07 GMT
Dauru snarled. 'Was that meant to frighten me?' he enquired with an arched eyebrow as he once more unfurled and refurled his wings. Okay so he'd not particularly like to battle in his quarters, too closed in for him to use his flight advantage, but that didn't mean he was going to back down either
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Post by andy on Feb 7, 2007 17:50:33 GMT
Adrian chuckled slightly, and let out a half-smirk appear at the corner of her mouth. "Buddy, I just want to get out of here. I'm not lookin' for a fight, I just wanted to give ya this and be on my way." she explained, looking over his wings. "Oh, and by the by? Having the attributes of a pigeon isn't really intimidating to me, or anyone else I know for that matter."
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Post by Dauru Nemagosta on Feb 7, 2007 17:54:44 GMT
'At least I have a flight advantage' Dauru responded sharply. 'And I'm not your buddy' he added on with a dangerous growl. He still didn't trust her one bit either, still very suspicious of a trap. (OOc: Give me some idea of what might be in that package)
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Post by andy on Feb 7, 2007 18:02:06 GMT
"Touch a nerve there, did I? Just take the package and I'll get outta yer sight, hopefully, we won't meet again." Adrian said, but truthfully this was very amusing to her. A guy who looked like his mother had crossbred with a bird was trying to frighten her. "And you can drop the macho act. Just because you look like you could bite a can of soup and tear it in half doesn't make you any less ridiculous of a sight."
(( OOC: It's a small box of C4, courtesy of uncle Rorik. ))
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Post by Dauru Nemagosta on Feb 7, 2007 18:51:35 GMT
'I'm afraid I can't take it, anything coming into Hellsing first has to be analysed by the various scientists we have working here, make sure it don't include any tracking devices and the like,' Dauru gestured simply. In all honesty he could see no reason why anyone would even know about him, he worked for Hellsing, that was all that most knew.
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Post by andy on Feb 8, 2007 0:32:22 GMT
"Well, whatever, I'll just leave it by yer door then." she said, and placed the package at his feet. She sighed, took another drag from her cigarette, and glared at him with her crimson eyes, hidden behind her Cruise-esque sunglasses. "Do ya need anything else from me, or can I go back to my room and get some sleep?"
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Post by Dauru Nemagosta on Feb 8, 2007 9:21:36 GMT
Dauru hissed 'that meaning you have to take it to be checked out, or I might have to detain you on rights of a possible attempt to attack the Hellsing building' Dauru gestured with a growl, unbothered by the glare.
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