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Post by Owen Bailey on Dec 21, 2010 4:17:04 GMT -5
A few more moments with the tension wrench and finally the lock clicked and Owen walked through the side mall entrance in between a Foot Locker and a jewelry store. Good to see picking a lock was a lot like riding a bike. He made sure the door closed as quietly as he entered He padded through the mall silently, as he clicked on a small LED and looked at the map and looked at it and seemed to trace a few small lines before he looked at the mall map and rolled his eyes whispering “ You’ve got to be kidding me.”
He then carried on his way looking for the stairs. He kept going silently looking around to try and avoid the dreaded mall cop. It was not as your average mall cop posed a threat, but he would prefer to have as few people as possible involved in this soon to be messy scenario.
Speaking of which how come he hadn’t seen any mall cops?
He spoke too soon as he heard movement from a shadowy corridor. He quickly hid and shut off his flashlight as he pressed himself a near by wall. However a familiar smell wafted in his nostrils. Oh great, him.
This night just kept getting better and better.
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Post by Logan on Dec 29, 2010 6:17:31 GMT -5
Logan had been tailing Owen for almost thirty minutes, the demon had no idea. On a routine patrol he picked up the familiar scent of the demon that had helped him previously before fleeing into his night shortly before Gemma was killed. He wondered if the demon’s visions had foreseen that Gemma was going to die. He would kill him if he knowingly allowed the slayer to die, no he wouldn’t kill him. Owen no doubt had his reasons. The two had worked closely together a few times and Logan could clearly see that Owen wasn’t bad. He would have left for a specific reason.
Logan made his way through the mall, he made sure that his feet didn’t make too much noise as not to alert any mall cops. He wore a black leather jacket with some dark yeans and a black top, he blended in with the closed down mall. “Long time no see, Owen. It is Owen right? Not Maurice? Terry? I always forget.”[/color] he said with a grin. He glanced around then down to the lock picking kit in his hands, “So what are we breaking into tonight?”[/color] he asked with sarcastic enthusiasm, “Surely you could just tear the door from its hinges with you strength?”[/color] he asked looking around once again to make sure nobody was present.
“So what brings you back to the Magic City?”[/color] he asked as he cupped his hands around his eyes to glance into the dark window. “I thought conmen liked to move on once they were done, or are your visions dragging you back to me?”[/color][/size]
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Post by Owen Bailey on Dec 29, 2010 6:58:09 GMT -5
At the mention of his various names that brought a grin to the vampire' s face he gave a smirk and said " Yeah your real funny, then again I always remember the first time we met i foooled you with some 'righteous anger' and an anagram." He said as he did a quick look for himself and then once he was satisfied that there was no one around.
He continued "Trust me I would like to say i put this city in my rearview, but I had a few....loose ends to deal with. So suprise for you, but my world doesn't revolve around you."
"One of the aforementioned loose ends is tonight, and I'm breaking in becuase but I don't want people to know i was here.Becuase I wasn't dead before they invented fingerprints."
He gestured up one flight "So if you came here for more reasons than to go boo, then we got one flight up the stairs and a...." he paused and put his palm over his eyes for a minute and shook his head at the words he was about to say "...a toy store to break into."
He started walking to the stairs before the giggling and quipping that were about to come out of the ensouled vampires mouth.
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Post by Logan on Jan 12, 2011 9:24:19 GMT -5
“I’m a trusting kind of guy,”[/color] Logan whispered close to Owen’s ear, “Do you remember that time when I trusted you to have my back and you ran away. That’s pretty fresh on my mind. And don’t kid yourself, you need me, the powers that be need me and the only way they can get to me is through you. So here we are again, only now I know your real name.”[/color] he smiled, he could tell Owen didn’t much like the vampire with a soul but he was on with that.
He followed Owen silently up the staircase breaking and entering, this should be fun Logan hadn’t done it in a while. ”You know back in the day we were able to break into a Swiss bank, do you know the kind of security they have there? They used to have a centaur that guarded the vaults. It was pretty intense.[/color] he really had no reason to be following Owen, bar one. One that he would never admit out loud even at knifepoint. Owen was probably the closest thing Logan had to a friend.
Sure he had acquaintances, informants and the occasional love interest but none of them were friends. After gaining a soul the majority of his friends turned on him, nobody wants an emo vampire with a soul hanging around being a kill joy. In recent years he had gone from being an annoying vampire with a soul to an extremely annoying thorn in their side. He had begun striking out against his friend, even helping bring down the Inner Circle, it was really the last nail in his coffin as far as friendship with the demons of the world goes.
“I’m guessing security here will be a little more slack, are you going to tell me what we’re actually looking for?”[/color] he asked as they reached the store, “And do you want to. I don’t know get a beer when we’re done?”[/color] he asked sheepishly.[/size]
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Post by Owen Bailey on Jan 14, 2011 4:01:50 GMT -5
The offer to get a beer,was just said awkwardly form the vamp with a soul. Owen said " Man, for a guy that is a couple centuries old, you do not how to strike up conversation do you?" He said with a roll of his eyes " but, yeah a beer sounds good after this." He said as he slipped on a pair of gloves and then knelt down and started once again picking the lock as he softly talked "...and if you must know we're after...well the Golem's Heart... again."he said
Back in the days of the simple vision and save days. He had once had a vision concerning an old toy maker, and a girl in danger. it turned out that the toy maker in his more lonely years had used an artifact called the Golems heart. A intricate little piece of magic metal. It infused the life force of the person who owned it and brought inanimate objects to life. The toymaker used it to make a rather intricate puppet to life. Similar to Pinocchio, but this one with a twist the item took the owners loneliness and infused it the puppet and in it's twisted state it tried to kidnap a girl and force her at knife point to marry the toy maker.
They had set the little puppet bastard on fire.
A couple days later, posing as a insurance agent, Owen looked around and found that the heart was still there,slightly mangled from the flames, but it still glowed a little when he touched it. It's magic still active. He never told anyone about his find, and kept it with him until later....
Of course, explaining the fact that the damn thing was still around, and how he knew about it was something he really didn't want to explain. So instead he clicked the lock and speed back up saying " Old tricks new store." as he opened it up. The last time they dealt with this it had been in a quaint little shop.
Now they stood facing the five isles of toys from the much larger chain Toy Store that was a very unfortunate weapon. He nodded and said " Hopefully it should be in the back safe." as he walked into the store.
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Post by Logan on Jan 17, 2011 18:41:28 GMT -5
He didn’t like Owen’s criticism; maybe the truth was a little too close to the bone for Logan. When he was a bad ass vampire he was just cool, that’s how it is when you don’t have a soul or any rules. Ever since he gained his soul he hadn’t truly had any friends. He had his fair share of acquaintances, allies hundreds of enemies but never a friend.
“I thought we decided that we would destroy the Golem’s heart.”[/color] he said as Owen began to pick the lock. He dropped down to Owen’s level, “Actually I even remember setting the creepy puppet on fire.”[/color]
He sensed that Owen wasn’t telling him the whole story but really it didn’t matter, what did matter was that a piece of ancient magic had been let loose yet again, he followed Owen into the store, his eyes darted around the room, he looked for any kind of hint or clue as to what the amulet would be possessing, his eyes were drawn to a display of dolls, the latest teen superstar. “This Justin Beiber looks an awful lot like a hell spawn I met in 1840.”[/color] He murmured to himself placing the toy back on the shelf, he had to follow that up at some point.
“So any clues as to what we’re looking for? Beenie Babies, Bratz or G.I. Joes?”[/color] he said scanning the shelves slowly walking down the aisle. He cracked his knuckles ready for any of the toys to strike. [/size]
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Post by Owen Bailey on Jan 25, 2011 18:28:39 GMT -5
Owen continued until he got closer to the back offices. So far nothing had sprung out. He muttered " Well I figure we wait until something starts trying to kill us." However as he got to the back there was one particular thing awry. A plastic looking footlocker was opened. On the front it read ARMY MEN ACTION PLAYSET.
CONTAINS:
25 FOOT SOLIDERS
2 MEDICS
3 TANKS
1 BLACKHAWK HELICOPTOR
AND ONE BATTLE BUNKER.
There was sudden clicking sounds as Owen truned around and he and Logan were surrounded by army men with their guns pointed at them. Owen came to a horrible realization. If it brought then to life did it bring their weapons to life too? He had no desire to be hit with a thousand bullets even if they would be tiny little things.
"Found them." he said pointing to the army men and not making any sudden moves.
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Post by Logan on Jan 27, 2011 21:07:10 GMT -5
Logan’s eyes scanned the aisles; he was feeling a little jealous. He wanted a remote controlled car, back in his time all kids had to play were games like Chess and Checkers, not that he had much time to play, working on the farm consumed most of his time. His eyes caught a model helicopter was being flown through the air, he marvelled at it for a second, it moved swiftly as it manoeuvred through the floating solar system that dangled from the ceiling.
He realised that it wasn’t a demonstration just as Owen mentioned the soldiers that surrounded them, Logan gulped as the soldiers opened fire. The vampire ducked for cover behind a toy display, the little plastic bullets bounced from the statue behind him, there was a high pitched screech as a rocked propelled itself through the room and smashed into the display, in a mighty pop the display was in pieces, smoke floated up from the remains of the statue were scattered across the shop as the helicopter approached him. He looked around for a weapon and he clasped his eyes onto a small frisbee. He knew how to work these; he picked it up and tossed it with ease at the chopper. The frizbee hit against its blade causing it to spiral to the ground in a blaze of glory, taking out a few model soldiers as well.
He looked for a new place to hide as the bullets grazed against his back, he turned to Owen, “Any ideas?”[/color] he shouted over the gunfire from his hiding place behind a hot wheels display. [/size]
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