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Post by Carter on May 12, 2009 0:53:46 GMT -4
Carter frowned slightly as the woman held tight to her claim that he was a psycho. Technically psychos did it for the joy of it...Carter did it for the joy...and the money thus making him a business man...as far as he would justify it to himself any how.
"I'll have you know it's a skill...you think Manson kept his shit this high up to standards? I think not," Carter explained a hint of amusement in his eyes as he stared at the edge of his sword resting against her skin. He slid it forward ever so slightly causing the blade to lick against the woman's skin and a thin stream of blood to seep out of the small cut.
"I'm a Hound of God."
"Well that brings an entirely new meaning to being God's bitch," Carter muttered with a smirk as he pulled the blade away from the woman's neck but kept it held firmly in his grasp should the winds change and he decided to slice her head off after all.
he crouched down in front of the woman his eyes searching hers trying to figure out if she was a threat or not. Technically being what she said she was amde sense since she would no doubt want to make a chew toy outta him but she had technically not attacked him first...damn his exceptional people skills.
"So you're what? The bastard child of an angel and a dalmation?"
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Post by Mercy Thompson on May 12, 2009 1:12:25 GMT -4
Mercy watched the blade of the sword move away from her neck and slowly pushed herself up into a sitting position, she wasn't entirely comfortable lying on her back while a psycho with a sword was standing so close.
"So you're what? The bastard child of an angel and a dalmation?"
Mercy laughed and then groaned as once again pain rippled through her body. "Not quite," she said when the pain had subsided. "Just a little angelic intervention."
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Post by Carter on May 12, 2009 1:25:54 GMT -4
Carter kept the woman in his sights as she attempted to shift into what Carter would figure was supposed to be a more comfortable spot. He didn’t for a moment let her out of his sights especially knowing what she was…sort of. In all technicality she hit for the other team and last he had checked he sat pretty high on God’s most wanted list being one of the only living Nephilim left that had yet to meet his end on the edge of an angels sword.
“…Angelic intervention? Is that pet psychic talk for still here to kill me? Because if so that spike can still be your date for the evening darling.”
Better had come after him of that he was certain but then again Carter was not entirely sure what a “hound of God” entailed.
Carte spun the sword absently in his hand as he stood up and stared down at her still trying to place the information he had been given in regards to her. So far he was coming up shooting blanks on this one he had no friggin clue what the fck a hound of god was meant to be or do.
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Post by Mercy Thompson on May 12, 2009 2:29:45 GMT -4
“…Angelic intervention? Is that pet psychic talk for still here to kill me? Because if so that spike can still be your date for the evening darling.”
Mercy shook her head. "No, it means that God decided to get involved in my development before I'd even grown fingernails. He did his Godly thing and now, I turn into a wolf and rip demons' throats out with my teeth..." she paused for breath, "not as fun as it sounds." She put a hand to the back of her still aching head and it came away bloody.
"Great, cause that's going to be easy to wash out of my hair," she muttered. She looked back at the guy who for the moment had stopped trying to kill her. "And why the hell would I want to kill you? I mean, besides you nearly killing me."
She moved slowly, testing her motorskills and winced at the pain. Sometimes she wished the Hound of God deal came with enhanced recuperative abilities. "My name's Mercy, by the way," she offered. The blood from the small cut on her throat trickled down her chest and she wiped it away, slightly irritated. She was so covered in blood, not all of it hers, that she was going to stink of it for days.
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Post by Carter on May 12, 2009 10:23:58 GMT -4
Carter listened rather intently as he rocked back on his heels as the woman explained further what a hound of God was. This was definitely new; it seemed as of late God had tossed his hand in all manner of people’s lives one would think pulling around throngs of angels would have been enough but apparently not.
“Well that’s some lovely eating habits you’ve got…be careful; though sweetheart I hear demon goes right to your hips.”
Carter watched amused as she began to attempt to get herself righted and cleaned off of all the blood that was caking her; he agreed though she was most definitely going to have a bitch of a time with it. Blood took forever to wash out of shit.
“Carter,” he explained simply offering his own name since apparently they had entered the meet and greet part of the evening’s escapades.
“And you would want to kill me because anything involving the Top Models upstairs usually does….soooo call me racist but if you’ve got the grace you more than likely have me on your hit list…whether you know it or not is an entirely different story,” Carter explained as an amused snicker fell from as she continued to fuss with the blood.
“You’re just smearing it Lassie…in case you were wondering.”
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Post by Mercy Thompson on May 12, 2009 16:05:41 GMT -4
"You don't have to worry about me, I'm utterly graceless..." Mercy thought for a moment. "Actually, the more I think about this stupid Hound of God thing, the suckier it gets. I mean sure, I'm strong, I've got good senses and free will. But I mean, dude, I turn into a wolf. Which is, by the way, the most painful experience created since childbirth. And I'm totally mortal. I get hit in the right place and I am gone... How the hell am I supposed to be some soldier for God if I'm so easy to kill?" She stopped herself suddenly. "Sorry, I'm rambling. So, why do they want you dead so badly?" Then she caught that maddeningly unknowable scent. "What are you?"
“You’re just smearing it Lassie…in case you were wondering.”
Mercy dropped her hand and glared up at him. "Not helpful." She slowly tried to get to her feet. "And don't call me that." She had almost made it, but her vision began to swim and she felt exceedingly nauseous so she dropped back down to the ground and leaned against the cracked gravestone.
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Post by Carter on May 13, 2009 0:47:31 GMT -4
“Maybe you’re lucky? ...Though based on the tussle I would say your luck is shit too…just calling a spade a spade,” Carter commented with a shrug.
Carter grimaced slightly as he watched Mercy start and quickly fail at pushing herself up and off the ground. It was his fault…slightly…relatively…in a round about way of speaking it was his fault; and if he thought about it hard enough he was pretty sure he could twist blame around to lay on her but that really wasn’t the current point of play.
”What are you?”
Carter contemplated her words along with his next course of action carefully…and then he decided to do what he did best and throw caution to the wind and do whatever the fuck he wanted to.
“Me? ...Well I assume you mean besides the obvious…I’m dashing…charming…resourceful…have a rather large…oh wait is that not what you meant?” Carter asked crouching down in front of her and snaking his hand around to the back of her head where the blood was flowing freely.
He closed his eyes for a moment as his hand rested against the back of her head as he attempted to pull his strength together and in a few more seconds he could feel the power lick against his fingers and mend the broken flesh beneath his hands. He was taking a risk using his powers especially because it strengthened his signal and all but made himself a flashing beacon till he could regain enough strength needed to properly cloak his scent again but somewhere deep down he felt bad for knocking the shit out of her…deep deep down.
“Let’s not forget resourceful too Lassie,” he finished up with a smirk as he pulled his hand away from her and stood up brushing his blood smeared palm against his jeans.
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Post by Mercy Thompson on May 13, 2009 1:04:46 GMT -4
Mercy would have flinched when Carter crouched down in front of her and put his hand on the back of her head but she was too exhausted and passed the point of caring. She was surprised when, after a couple of seconds, the pain in her head subsided and the dizziness went away. She watched him stand up and wipe her blood off his hand and onto his jeans. A slightly disconcerting sight. She put a hand to her head and her eyes widened. There was still blood, but it was no longer flowing from a cut in her head, instead it was just left over from what had. She shook her head several times and felt nothing, no dizziness, no nausea. Problem solved.
"My hero," she said, still incredibly surprised. She pushed herself to her feet, this time managing to stay there, and brushed herself off. "But that's not really an answer." She looked at him for a long moment and then shrugged. "But hey, you're the guy with the swords so it's none of my business."
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Post by Carter on May 13, 2009 1:18:24 GMT -4
"My hero.”
Carter glared at Mercy for a moment as she brushed herself off.
“That’s it?…You come back with a snarky comment?...You make a shitty damsel in distress,” Carter muttered as he slid his other sword into its holster that had lain strewn on the blood soaked ground.
He stared down at the severed heads piled not so far off and contemplated leaving them there; cleaning up was all a bitch. He had hated cleaning up after himself ever since he was a child.
“And of course it’s an answer I shared with you all the high points of what makes me so unforgettable,” Carter explained with a wink.
“Or did you mean the whole nephilim thing? And before you ask it would be the outcome of a horny angel and an unsuspecting human. Which is another side of my ever dashing persona.”
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Post by Mercy Thompson on May 13, 2009 1:43:17 GMT -4
“That’s it?…You come back with a snarky comment?...You make a shitty damsel in distress,” Mercy rolled her eyes. "What, were you looking for swooning and offers for you to ravish me? Sorry, honey, not my thing."
She stretched backwards and it hurt, a lot, but when something in her back clicked and the pain lessened a little bit, she smiled and let out a satisfied sigh, relaxing back into a normal standing position.
“Or did you mean the whole nephilim thing? And before you ask it would be the outcome of a horny angel and an unsuspecting human. Which is another side of my ever dashing persona.”
"A nephilim, huh?" she said, turning the word over in her head. "No, can't say I've ever heard of them. Which means, I am under no obligation to kill you. Of course, we both know how that would end..." she offered him a small smile. "So, what, God doesn't like half angels? I thought, like, angels were his children? Wouldn't that make you his grandson or what ever?"
Part angel. Well, that certainly explained the vaguely familiar scent. He smelled angelic. Although he was defeinitely the opposite. She frowned.
"Wait, how the hell do angels breed?"
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Post by Carter on May 14, 2009 2:02:20 GMT -4
"To start with yes...get into your role darlin you gotta be more hands on to get ahead" Carter muttered incredulously but with the faintest smirk upon his face.
"A nephilim." Carter stated once more as Mercy seemed to never have heard of them before which was slightly odd since pretty much any angelic being had been sent after him at one point in time; but then again he had never heard of a hound of God so they could call it even.
"Hm veto on the offer of Godly free love...you might classify me more of the black sheep of the family who nobody likes and really would much rather drown in the backyard pool. Apprently the fact that if as a nephilim is having a shitty day I can destroy humantiy with a few wrist flicks puts the Holy rollers on edge...that and the angel I killed. And angels are his children...but nephilim's are the bastard children of angels," Carter stated adding the last part of his statement with a thick hint of malice to it.
"Well you see Mercy when a man and a women love each other very much...or when they are incredibly bored they venture down a road that is called "sex"...actually would it be easier if I gave you a hands on demonstration?" Carter asked with a smirk as he leaned against a shambeled looking crypt.
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Post by Mercy Thompson on May 14, 2009 2:18:10 GMT -4
"Well you see Mercy when a man and a women love each other very much...or when they are incredibly bored they venture down a road that is called "sex"...actually would it be easier if I gave you a hands on demonstration?"
Mercy smirked back at him, folded her arms across her chest and looked him up and down slowly and deliberately. Then she looked away and did her best to look unimpressed.
"Cute," she said sarcastically. "I meant... never mind. So you're the bastard child of a human and an angel and God wants you dead cause you could destroy the world with almost no effort... hmmmm, you take bad boy to a whole new level."
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Post by Carter on May 14, 2009 2:32:53 GMT -4
"Oh I'm adorable but that really isn't up for debate now is it?" Carter replied with a smile as Mercy seemed to scope him out from head to toe and who was he to stop her? Hell given the proper lighting he would be more then willing to do his own scoping.
"I am the next level Lassie...but yes in short you've about go it covered. Heaven doesn't want me...hell wants me dead too not sure why though but I don't think they need a reason...and we well I just wanna watch the world burn," Carter explained crossing his arms over his chest as he stared back at Mercy his eyes never leaving hers for a single moment.
"So what has you on the run from the winged wnders?" Carter asked taking a step towards Mercy so he could get a better look at her.
"And what in the fuck are you doing in a graveyard in the middle of the night," he asked as he kicked a vampire head a good distance across the cemetry.
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Post by Mercy Thompson on May 14, 2009 3:16:04 GMT -4
"Nothing so exciting as a price on my head," Mercy said. "I was just so sick of putting their orders before my own life that I was on the verge of shooting myself. I spent so much time as a wolf that I almost forgot how to be human. So eventually I decided that God and his angels could kiss my ass, packed up my car and drove to the first place I thought of."
Mercy closed her eyes and sighed. "They'll probably find me, I mean, how exactly does one hide from God? But at least I can say I tried."
"And what in the fuck are you doing in a graveyard in the middle of the night,"
Mercy watched the vampire head roll across the graveyard and shrugged. "They're usually quite peaceful and relaxing. Especially at night. People don't hang around graveyards at night so I don't get bothered while I'm trying to think."
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Post by Carter on May 14, 2009 16:03:45 GMT -4
"Few can compete with my level of damnation Lassie don't feel bad," Carter rplied with a smirk as he allowed his attention to be momentarily caught by something off in the distance but after a few moments it was clear it was only the wind.
"And you make such a pretty human too it would be a waste to have you all hairy and slobbering all the time so yeah I totally see your point cheers for telling them where to shove it."
Carter laughed lightly as Mercy explained that New Orleans was the first place she had thought of.
"New Orleans ain't much but a place for sinners to hide is its speciality. Hell I've been here damn near my whole life...aside from when I get to go off and meet new and exciting people...but then I kill them and right back home I go."
Carter's face brightened greatly as Mercy brought up the question of how one hides from angels. That had been a skill he had begun to master over the years once he realized what exactly it was he was capable of.
"Very very carefully; but of course with just the right amount of flair," Carter replied with a smirk as he opted to take a seat on top of the nearest gravestone to where Mercy was standing.
"And for a fee I may be able to help you out..."
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