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Post by Prince Amy O'Connor on Feb 21, 2016 1:47:54 GMT
Their peace didn't last long. It never did. They had officially entered the city of Nagasaki and it's occupants were none too happy about this fact. They made it down two more streets before a figure stepped out of the shadows, blocking their way.
He was overly large and covered in thick ropes of muscle. Wearing leather from shoulder to toe made it easy to identify his Clan, at least. Tilting his head to one side, he pulled off the sunglasses he wore, mostly for aesthetic.
"Well, well, well," he growled, voice low and dangerous. Puffing out his chest, two goons appeared on either side, looking just like he did. "What have we here?"
Belle, however, didn't appear bothered. Her head tilted to mimic his movements. "Well, well, well," she said in her most stern, deepest voice. "Here, we have cousins. I am Belle!! Of Clan MEOW~!"
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Post by Angel Mau on Feb 21, 2016 2:16:49 GMT
Angel walked up to at and besides Belle his hands in his pockets for now. Doing his best to appear non-aggressive.
"Just the little one said. We are cousins. We just got into town tonight."
Angel kept kept his eye on the man in front of him, however his other senses were on alert in case there might be other worries in the dark.
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Post by Prince Amy O'Connor on Feb 21, 2016 2:43:25 GMT
"Yeah, we know," the Brujah said with a little snicker. Did this weirdo think they could do whatever they wanted, wherever they wanted? He chuckled darkly and his goons chuckled with him. "Where do you think you two are goin'?"
They stepped forward and kept their attention mostly focused on Belle. She was completely oblivious to what that might have meant. Her head tilted again to the other side and she giggled, raising her hand to wave at them again.
"We're exploring! We're on an ADVENTURE!"
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Post by Angel Mau on Feb 21, 2016 2:53:07 GMT
Angel pulled his hands out of his pockets and folded his arms.
"As she said. Just exploring before we go to meet the Prince."
He would size up the three goons the looked big... But Belle was a lot tougher than she looked and he was willing to be the goons would underestimate her. Angel was no slouch either... But still if they could avoid a fight...
"Anything we can do for you gentlemen?"
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Post by Prince Amy O'Connor on Feb 21, 2016 2:57:47 GMT
"Yeah," the main Brujah said, popping his knuckles. They were extremely audible, every crack ringing through the night air. "You can turn around and get back on that plane and go wherever you came from."
Belle's brows furrowed in concern. After just a second, she whined and stomped one of her feet.
"But... but... I don't WANT to go back!"
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Post by Angel Mau on Feb 21, 2016 3:07:11 GMT
Angel chuckled and patted the girl on the head.
"We aren't go anywhere hun."
Angel kept his eye focused on the main Brujah.
"We don't want any trouble. Please let us pass and we can all go our separate ways."
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Post by Prince Amy O'Connor on Feb 21, 2016 3:11:58 GMT
Even though he wanted to let them go, he wanted to prove himself to his goons more than he wanted to do a favor for this stranger. He glanced away, but as long as he refocused on Belle, he could let his anger fester.
"Too bad. We don't like strangers in our territory. Do we, boys?" There was a chorus from the other two.
Little Belle was frowning and frowning hard. She was clinging to the balloon animal and glaring.
"We're not strangers! We told you! I am Belle and he is ANGEL! OF CLAN MEOW. AND WE ARE COUSINS."
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Post by Angel Mau on Feb 21, 2016 3:28:00 GMT
Angel smiled. But there was aggression hidden in it.
"As she said. We are not strangers now. So please, Let. Us. Pass."
Angel unfolded his arms and puffed up his chest. He reached up with his left arm and slightly unzipped the bag on his back. Enough to grab whatever contents may be inside. His gaze was steady on the vampires in front of him. If this turned ugly, he would end it.
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Post by Prince Amy O'Connor on Feb 21, 2016 3:32:26 GMT
The bully glared hard at the mismatched pair, a sneer on his face. He could easily see the aggression beneath it. It reduced the charm a bit and made it easier for them to step towards him and his cousin.
The main one reached out for the little animal balloon.
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Post by Angel Mau on Feb 21, 2016 3:43:56 GMT
As quickly as he could he pull the katana out of his bag and aimed to slice off the man's arm. Hoping to spare the balloon animal. Little did the Bruja know that Angel just saved him from a terrible fate... That is if Angel succeeded.
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Post by Prince Amy O'Connor on Feb 21, 2016 3:45:16 GMT
The Brujah seemed oblivious to his attempts and the blade went straight into his arm, catching against his bone. He made a shriek of pain and stumbled backwards. Belle's eyes widened in fear and she looked down at her little kitty balloon. Then, she looked back up at him, her eyes hardening. "Did you... just try... to touch my kitty?  ??" |
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Post by Angel Mau on Feb 21, 2016 3:56:20 GMT
Angel yanked the blade out of the Brujahs arm and kicked him dead in the chest. Backing up.
"Now now Belle don't kill them. They were just leaving."
Angel glared at the three of them.
"Please leave before things get worse."
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Post by Prince Amy O'Connor on Feb 21, 2016 4:01:10 GMT
"KILL? You think that little BRAT could KILL US?!" One of the other Brujah demanded, stepping up into his friend's place. His gaze was focused on Angel and burning bright while the other one paid more attention to Belle. "We'll take that out of your FLESH!!"
Belle leaned over, protecting her balloon and flashing a dangerous smile at all three. She remained silent, poised and waiting.
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Post by Angel Mau on Feb 21, 2016 4:07:45 GMT
Angel looked the Brujah that stepped up in the eye. Focusing on his ability.
"You don't want to fight us."
Hopefully this guy was mentally weak enough for that to work...
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Post by Prince Amy O'Connor on Feb 21, 2016 4:18:50 GMT
The Brunch stared at him for a second. There was a moment of stillness as that command sunk into him, his mind trying to fight it for as long as he could manage.
Then, he turned back to his buddies.
"Come on, guys. Let's just get out of here."
The third gang member seemed agreeable to that, staring at Angel as if he had some sort of disease. The word "Tremere" was whispered, and the first Kindred broke out into a wicked grin.
"You a magic-wielder?? You a TREMERE, boy?!:
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