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Overcast · 05-10-2009, 01:56 AM

The lab was large, there were barrels filled with ingredients and strange contraptions right and left. Sitting with a pencil was an undead man who seemed concentrated on a list of ingredients that he edited constantly adding lines of notes and theories as he thought on. Immortality would not make itself unless he was lucky, he had to find it. He was about three quarters through editing his ideas on using possible time magic in order to go back in time and cause a paradox by killing himself and forcing time to make him exist while simultaneously not exist when he saw a stake exit his chest.

This alarmed him slightly. He looked behind him to see a female assassin who seemed rather well put together. He grabbed her arm and his revolver as she seemed absolutely shocked that he was still alive. He grinned with an odd sort of confidence saying,

"I am a revenant not a vampire."

She let go of the blade as he spun the chair quickly taking a very uneducated shot at her that tore her clothes slightly. He cursed his lack of aim as he caught the tattoo of a lily blossom with a scythe blade attacked to the top of it and tried to grab one of his potions. When she ran off. he stood up and tried to give chase but she was much faster than he and soon enough she was gone. He pulled the stake out of his chest slowly as the wounds began to heal. He threw the potion off, quite annoyed at what had happened.

The tattoo was obviously a signature of sorts, and he was going to figure out what it meant. To his dismay he didn't have the resources to do that himself, but he knew who did. So he was out the door, he had a ship to catch...

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The ship ride had not been pleasant. The amount of time it had taken to convince the captain to let him ride on his vehicle was ludicrous. Being on the ship had been a pain as most folks were entirely unsettled with having a member of the undead nearby them and their children. Some had even tried to kill him, and it didn't make him any more popular when he made a few more corpses on board.

It didn't matter to these people he had stopped a conspiracy of alchemists from raising a grand army of undead led by truly immortal overlords and taking over their world. He was undead, that made him evil, they weren't all wrong, but it didn't keep him from being annoyed at the stupidity of these bastards. He felt extreme relief when he saw Marldukes in view. Finally he could get his information and begin the hunt.

He just needed a start, for these people had interrupted his studies and had tried to kill him. The Trefoil Knot had learned this wasn't a good idea, and soon enough those attractive assassins and whatever creep had bought them would find out the same. Not that they'd live to tell anyone.

05-10-2009, 01:56 AM	#3
Overcast Cinderella Join Date: Mar 2005 Location: Trespassing in the graveyard Posts: 3,076	The lab was large, there were barrels filled with ingredients and strange contraptions right and left. Sitting with a pencil was an undead man who seemed concentrated on a list of ingredients that he edited constantly adding lines of notes and theories as he thought on. Immortality would not make itself unless he was lucky, he had to find it. He was about three quarters through editing his ideas on using possible time magic in order to go back in time and cause a paradox by killing himself and forcing time to make him exist while simultaneously not exist when he saw a stake exit his chest. This alarmed him slightly. He looked behind him to see a female assassin who seemed rather well put together. He grabbed her arm and his revolver as she seemed absolutely shocked that he was still alive. He grinned with an odd sort of confidence saying, "I am a revenant not a vampire." She let go of the blade as he spun the chair quickly taking a very uneducated shot at her that tore her clothes slightly. He cursed his lack of aim as he caught the tattoo of a lily blossom with a scythe blade attacked to the top of it and tried to grab one of his potions. When she ran off. he stood up and tried to give chase but she was much faster than he and soon enough she was gone. He pulled the stake out of his chest slowly as the wounds began to heal. He threw the potion off, quite annoyed at what had happened. The tattoo was obviously a signature of sorts, and he was going to figure out what it meant. To his dismay he didn't have the resources to do that himself, but he knew who did. So he was out the door, he had a ship to catch... _____________________________________________ The ship ride had not been pleasant. The amount of time it had taken to convince the captain to let him ride on his vehicle was ludicrous. Being on the ship had been a pain as most folks were entirely unsettled with having a member of the undead nearby them and their children. Some had even tried to kill him, and it didn't make him any more popular when he made a few more corpses on board. It didn't matter to these people he had stopped a conspiracy of alchemists from raising a grand army of undead led by truly immortal overlords and taking over their world. He was undead, that made him evil, they weren't all wrong, but it didn't keep him from being annoyed at the stupidity of these bastards. He felt extreme relief when he saw Marldukes in view. Finally he could get his information and begin the hunt. He just needed a start, for these people had interrupted his studies and had tried to kill him. The Trefoil Knot had learned this wasn't a good idea, and soon enough those attractive assassins and whatever creep had bought them would find out the same. Not that they'd live to tell anyone. __________________ Time to bust out the glow sticks!