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Post by Celeste Belmont on Mar 13, 2015 16:46:26 GMT -6
At first Celeste was really annoyed watching him. Yeah, he was trying but his trying wasn't doing shit to the monster. Adam could do better and she has never even seen him actually hutt anyone. Granted, Adam also happened to help her with sword fighting and other training, that didn't really seem to matter to her. Still, the poor man's Frankenstein was a better hunter than the Howlett. But, when she thought about it, he was also new to this world. Super new. She knew she shouldn't be so harsh but if the boy wanted to try and be all big, bad monster killer, he could at least seemingly try.
But suddenly what seemed like a half-assed attempt turned into sheer brutality. She bit her lip lightly as she seemingly stopped picking at her nails. While she would never really admit to it, Celeste loved violence. Whether it was coming from her or being witnessed by someone else, it was exhilarating. Maybe it was that violent streak of hers that kept her in this line of business. The blood, the gore, the anguish, the screams. It was a bit twisted and morbid, a hidden admiration in the back of her mind but it was there. Just like her morbid curiosity.
Celeste realised that she was staring a bit too intensely when she heard him speak. Oh, wait, did he just...? She tightened her grip on the stake a moment. Nope, not Sir Sparkles. It was hers! Why would she want to just hand it over to him? She glanced back at her silver tipped stake and sighed, being hesitant as she pushed off the railing and handed it over. "Here..." she muttered, still holding it a second as it touched his hand. But she knew what was at stake here. Get it? Stake? Shut up. Letting it go, she moved away from him. "Although i am jus' a bit more attached to Sir Sparkles than i am to you. And, like you said, you're someone who can handle a hit, yeah?" she moved away, heading down the hall, her eyes moving from side to side, room to room, looking for any other vampires or the way to the top. All the while, she was digging around her jacket for the other stakes, one that was less important to trade hers back for.
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Post by Edward Church on Mar 13, 2015 17:11:05 GMT -6
Edward was aware of a slight change come over Celeste as he started to beat the vampire, but he wasn't entirely sure what it was. Was she just more interested now that he looked like he could fight? Did she just really like seeing vampires get hurt? Was she watching, waiting for him to fuck up? He didn't know, and he wasn't about to ask. But the lip biting was...weird. As he didn't feel a stake pressed into his hand, he turned back to her and caught her staring somewhat intensely at him. It was again, weird, and he cocked his head slightly as she did. "Sir Sparkles?" he asked, trying not to sound amused as he gently pulled the stake from her. "You're attached to a bit of wood? Can't imagine what else it's good for," that was said slightly sarcastically with undertones. Still, he took the steak in his hands and looked at the vampire, who just looked pathetic now with claws pinning him to the ground. "Tough break," he told it, before he stabbed it through the heart.
The crunch of the stake going through bone made him wince, sure, but it was satisfying and relieving. And it wasn't like the vampires were human or anything. He pulled the stake and his claws away, and only then did he realise just how much green blood he had on him. Boy things bled a lot when you tried to kill them. He moved after Celeste, trying to wipe away a few of the more obvious patches of green gore. His claws were still out, of course, he could smell more of them in here. "You just saw that I can take a hit or two," he reminded her, in remarkable good humour after the fight as they continued down the corridor. He turned the stake over in his hand and passed it back to her. "You want...Sir Sparkles back?" he asked her, sounding sarcastic only when he said the name this time. It was a pretty ridiculous name. "I could still use a weapon." No please or anything, but he didn't feel like that was needed here.
Edward joined her in looking into the rooms, his eyes probably able to make out more detail than Celeste's. He still couldn't see any vampires, however. "You think there's anything left on this floor?" he asked, "Or are they all in the attic?"
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Post by Celeste Belmont on Mar 31, 2015 7:17:46 GMT -6
"So wha' if I'm attached to a bit o' wood. So are most men," she countered under her breathe. She was a bit huffy about others touching that stake. It was extraordinarily special to her, the first stake she had ever made herself. And, on top of that, the only one she ever got to make with her parents. There was even an engraving in the hard wood. Though the words and symbols were pretty faded by now from wear and tear. "An' it's good for plenty o' things. Such as shuttin' smart asses like you up. An', when clean, bitin' down on when needin' t' reset someone else's bones," she continued on muttering, more so talking to herself than anyone in partifular.
She could hear the sweet crunch of bones crushing and breaking while the silver tip was sunk deeply into the vile creatures chest. Heart or no heart, that always did the trick. The sound itself was like sweet music to her ears. His voice, however, was more like claws on a chalkboard rather than the sweet, sweet music of vampiric death. "What i saw was a bloody git get lucky after i had t' warn 'im tha' one was comin' up on 'im," she countered. "And that was also after I had t' save your bloody arse from one." She paused. Well that sounded much more bitterly than she had meant for it to. She even made herself wince at that as she took Sir Sparkles back. Thank goodness it was safe.
She wiped whatever excess blood there was off onto her pants before slipping it into her jacket. She pulled out one of her spare, normal stakes and twisted it in her hand to give to him. "Tha' was a tad bit uncalled for. Sorry," she muttered, waiting for him to take the stake before pushing forward again. "For now, tha' should do. Or at least i hope. Jus' remember not t' get killed. An' don't get in my way. You're not exactly capable of takin' more than one. My suggestion, you try t' stay hidden an' sneak up on one when I've got them distracted."
Celeste moved away from him to the room the survivor was in. Her aura was bright, vibrant, and it allowed her to see the girl almost perfectly. She brought a finger to her lips. "You stay here and don't make a peep, okay? I'm gonna get you out o' here. You jus' gotta make sure you don't draw any attention t' yourself, okay?" The girl nodded her head fiercely before Celeste slowly pulled away, gently closing the door behind her before moving back to check the other rooms, find the attic.
"Only thing left on this floor is a girl. Feel free t' leave an' get 'er t' safety," she suggested. "I can handle the other creeps upstairs on my own."
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Post by Edward Church on Apr 1, 2015 4:46:41 GMT -6
Edward probably wasn't supposed to hear her retort, but he picked it up easily, and it made him snort. That was something he'd missed since coming to the US. Witty comebacks. They were everywhere in Britain, but most Americans just didn't seem to have the knack for them. "Well I apologise for handling your bit of wood," Edward responded sarcastically, not really bothering to stay quiet. The vampires upstairs would have heard their fight anyway. "But just a word of advice, I don't think it'd do shit to shut me up if you stabbed me with one of those. Not that you should test it out." He was quick to tack that last bit on. Celeste did seem like she'd be all too willing to ram a stake into his chest to prove a point.
His good humour all but evaporated at her words. Banter was fine, but there was no need to be a bitch about it. "You didn't save me," He said, his tone somewhat cold, "I could handle it. At best, you saved me from getting hit a couple of times. But if you want to go ahead and claim you were my saviour, go the fuck ahead." He noticed the wince as he handed the stake back. "Yeah, it was a tad," he said, but he did sound less cold. An apology was definitely not what he'd been expecting. He took the stake, and nodded his thanks as he tested his grip on it. It was made for somebody with smaller hands than him, but it'd do. "Careful, Celeste, that sounded almost like concern," he said, his teasing tone returning slightly after her apology. He didn't bother to comment that he could take more than one.
He stayed behind as she went into the room, his nose picking up the scent of another person, but that was all he could tell about them. When Celeste was finished checking the rooms, she told him to do something, but he shook his head. "I don't want her hurt," Edward commented, "But I'm not going to nanny her out of here. You might need help upstairs, and I'm not about to just walk out of here. She can stay down here, or she can make a break for it. But I'm staying."
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Post by Celeste Belmont on May 6, 2015 12:43:58 GMT -6
I keep kicking at the curb with my worn out shoes She rolled her eyes at that. "Don't apologize for handlin' the wood itself. Wha' you should be sorry about is how sloppy you were while handlin' it, Edward," she scoffed as she continued to move, examining Sir Sparkles closely to see what kind of damage he might have done to her poor, poor darling. She waited a moment as she heard him and, as quick as she could, she twisted towards him to grab him up by the throat and try to gently press the tip up under his chin. "If I were you, I wouldn't doubt my ability, love. Because I don't need this piece of wood to shut you up if I really wanted to. Now, are you going to be a good little bloke an' listen to the expert here or am I going to need t' show you jus' how fast I can actually make you shut your gob? Because, between you an' me, even though I'm not really wantin' t' hurt you, that doesn't mean I won't." She let him go after that and kept on moving, making her way towards what the stairs to the next floor. There wouldn't be anyone on the third floor, not that she could hear. The rest of these suckers were hiding in the attic, waiting for her. If they hadn't caught her scent, they had heard the ruckus. She didn't quite buy the whole 'he could handle it' line. No, he thought he could handle it but she knew better. "Don't make me laugh, boy. You may think you 'ave the skills necessary to handle these cretins, but you don't know a damn thing about them. These aren't the bloodsuckers that you see on the telly. I swear i already went over that fact. Do you know how to properly kill one of them? Or do you think if you keep slashing, sooner or later, you'll get it right. Because i assure you, that is not how they work. You think you were handling yourself just well? Go ahead, be my guest, go on ahead of me and take those suckers out. But, if they kill you, don't think that I'm going to shed a single tear because some bloody git thought he knew what he was doing." She didn't even glance at him as she spoke, almost annoyed by his insolence. She didn't care whether or not she sounded like she 'almost cared' if he lived or died. She stopped at the very base of the staircase, leaning against the rail to look over at the boy. "I never said you had to nanny her. You're the supposed hero here, i thought that, maybe, you wanted to save the damsel in distress rather than get yourself killed trying to help me, but it's all your choice in the end, really. I doubt I'll actually need your help. It's a straight shot from here to the attic, though I would love to see you get your arse kicked right back out that window. After all, you might actually hit your head hard enough the second time to 'ave a little bit o' common sense knocked back into you. Either way, ladies first." She gestured for him to go up ahead of her. After all, he was the one who thought he knew what he was doing. I keep running into stranger's that say I know you ✿
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Post by Edward Church on May 10, 2015 5:56:27 GMT -6
"I never thought I was that bad at handling wood," Edward commented, not even bothering to be subtle by this point, trying to avoid smiling. It was finally nice to have another English person around. He felt a lot less inhibited around them. A lot less like he had to watch what he said, "Clearly the people back in England just had low standards." He chuckled through his nose, the conversation finally getting a laugh from him. And then he was pressed against the door with the stake pressed to his chin. "I'd really suggest....not...trying that," He said slightly awkwardly, and then placed the tips of the claws of his left hand to her belly, "I'd really suggest it." Sure, it'd been a pretty nice move from her, but he had six blades of his own, and she hadn't moved to stop any of them. "But I'll listen to the "expert" here." As she let him go, he pulled his claws away. He'd make sure not to offend her knowledge of murdering vampires again.
"Last time I checked, I didn't need to read books on something to hurt it," He pointed out, flipping the stake in his hand to he was holding it in a reverse grip. The sort murderers used to knife people on TV. "You saw how I handled it back there. Sure, it took a while, but I got the job done. And you weren't complaining." He raised his eyebrows as he said the last words, but that was going to be all he said about her reaction. Probably. As long as she didn't annoy him too much. "And trust me, I'm not expecting anyone to cry when that happens." He set his jaw a little at her words. This was getting just a little too personal now.
"So if I'm the hero, what does that make you?" He asked her, "The girl who just happens to have the right weapons to kill these vampires? The vigilante? I really hope you don't say anti-hero, it's not the nineties anymore." Celeste could say what she liked, but it sounded to Edward like she was really trying to get rid of him. And when people did that, it made him one hell of a lot less willing to go. Then she gestured through the door, and he stepped through. "Damn right I wouldn't call you a lady." He muttered, and then ran up the stairs.
Pretty much as soon as he made the stairs, one of the vampires was on him. Just as his feet touched the landing floor, a fist was swung and he ducked under it. He then raked his claws down the vampire's back as more of them moved towards him. "Any time you like, Celeste!" He called as the vampire turned, and he cracked an elbow into its face. It stumbled back, but of course it was unhurt. He followed up by punching it and stabbing into it with his claws, but then its fist found his face and this time it was him stumbling back. He blindly punched and his arm was caught, but he kicked out with a foot and felt the vampire's ankle break under his foot. But then the hands holding his arm moved to his neck and head, and he felt his head being pulled back and saw the teeth moving to his throat. And then the vampire turned to dust as Edward stabbed into it with the stake in his free hand. He stepped away from the vampire, his face still lightly throbbing from the punch, and faced the five vampires that were now really pissed he'd killed their friend. "Oh hell," he said.
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