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The huntress prided herself in the attack, she held more power in her long legs then anything else: almost matching the power of her musket. The sickly cracking of bone was music to her heightened hearing but her fun was brought to a halt at the fierce pressure wrapping around her ankle, it was obvious what was coming and Rip began to pull away instantly, her slippery skin making it an easier feat but she could not escape Yumie's blade.

The steel slipped through her dead tissue like butter, the burning being match to that of the suns' fire. A pained shriek resinated from the huntress, with her tearing away from the other it only extended the injury. Nearly black blood poured down her member with a hint of smoke but her eyes only kept on the nun, completely ignoring the injury as it was soon to heal. Her blue gaze was hot with rage, illuminated the fires in her frozen heart once more.

"I'll make you pay for that..In blood!" She made her promise with a grunt, without her eyes leaving the crazy gaze of the nun's Rip made a kick gesture to a small row of stairs near her: a hand quickly ripped a steel bar from the rest of its railing and she came at the other once more but this time with a spin. Focusing her gravity on the in tact leg Rip spun with intense speed like a spinning top and made her way through to the other, the bar becoming a merge of colors as it held place in front of her forming a layer of protection form the blessed blade. 

It might have seemed like a foolish move in retrospect, but Rip had the plan already formed in her head. From the minute she became aware of the weapon the best way to apprehend her was to get her on the ground and deem her immobile. While the other took a swung at the quick figure that would easily tear through the poor bar, she made use of the friction ceasing her turns and wrapping her lengthy limb like a snake and around the arms of the woman pulling her forward and using the aid of her remaining metal rod to force her to release the katana. This all happened quickly enough for the huntress to moved around to the girls back and force her down to the cobble stone with a free arm and seal her own behind her head to finally quiet her movements. The entangled limb slowly crept up from her elbows to wrap her hand around her wrists, if had rope she could hogtie the girl and leave her for dead but that was a fate unbefitting of the nun: going against the will of the huntress gave her a death wish Rip had no problem seeking out. 

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At the sight of the fallen enemy, Yumie let out a psychotic laugh, one that could easily out rival that of a mad woman’s. Unlike that shy twat of a personality that could not do harm to a fly, this darker personality could kill anything that dared to block God’s path. Seeing the creature for what she was, it made this sister realize who the woman truly was.

Rain continued to pour. If there was one thing that Yumie loved more than killing heathens, it was a decently challenging battle. Thus it made her happy to have a battle between who she hypothesized as Rip Van Winkle of the Millennium group. When the taller woman retorted before propelling towards the swordswoman, a insane smile graced her features while her eyes glowed a dark maroon. Anticipating the attack, the sister grabbed the woman’s leg before throwing her back in the direction she came from.

Lifting her skirt up slightly, she pulled a tanto blade from her hosiery. She may not have had her katana with her, but as a swordswoman she was not unarmed. ”Unlike that fool Yumiko, I won’t be easy prey to kill. Your going to have do better than that, if you want to best a someone like me.” Yumie cackled before dashing forward at almost inhuman speed, armed with her blade ready to strike.

The only thing that had accompanied the fearsome women was the constant fall of rain, tracing every move made in the battle between the abomination and the nun.

While she swift movements could have taken down any lower class enemy it seemed that the other had been a fair match, countering her lunge and throwing her off to the side. Rip was lighter than air on her feet with her abilities and caught herself with ease.A hand rested on the cold stone as her other senses started to adjust to the scene; the real show was only getting started. 

"You shouldn’t be so quick to speak, i’ll make sure to dispose of that pretty little tongue while I tear out your throat."

Her blue eyes were wide as she concentrated on the scene, going past her  hazy field of vision to ensure she would not fail again. The nun dashed forth confidently while the vampire stuck to a lower sense of gravity, swinging around her feet to the opposite end of the blessed blade and driving it hard with a kick into Yumie’s waist trying to knock her off her own high horse as well. 

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ooc: woo now that everything's done (except a thing) i can go slack off again

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At the sight of the fallen enemy, Yumie let out a psychotic laugh, one that could easily out rival that of a mad woman’s. Unlike that shy twat of a personality that could not do harm to a fly, this darker personality could kill anything that dared to block God’s path. Seeing the creature for what she was, it made this sister realize who the woman truly was.

Rain continued to pour. If there was one thing that Yumie loved more than killing heathens, it was a decently challenging battle. Thus it made her happy to have a battle between who she hypothesized as Rip Van Winkle of the Millennium group. When the taller woman retorted before propelling towards the swordswoman, a insane smile graced her features while her eyes glowed a dark maroon. Anticipating the attack, the sister grabbed the woman’s leg before throwing her back in the direction she came from.

Lifting her skirt up slightly, she pulled a tanto blade from her hosiery. She may not have had her katana with her, but as a swordswoman she was not unarmed. ”Unlike that fool Yumiko, I won’t be easy prey to kill. Your going to have do better than that, if you want to best a someone like me.” Yumie cackled before dashing forward at almost inhuman speed, armed with her blade ready to strike.

The only thing that had accompanied the fearsome women was the constant fall of rain, tracing every move made in the battle between the abomination and the nun.

While she swift movements could have taken down any lower class enemy it seemed that the other had been a fair match, countering her lunge and throwing her off to the side. Rip was lighter than air on her feet with her abilities and caught herself with ease.A hand rested on the cold stone as her other senses started to adjust to the scene; the real show was only getting started. 

"You shouldn't be so quick to speak, i'll make sure to dispose of that pretty little tongue while I tear out your throat."

Her blue eyes were wide as she concentrated on the scene, going past her  hazy field of vision to ensure she would not fail again. The nun dashed forth confidently while the vampire stuck to a lower sense of gravity, swinging around her feet to the opposite end of the blessed blade and driving it hard with a kick into Yumie's waist trying to knock her off her own high horse as well. 

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when you,the officers and soldiers of millenium are bored(when there's nothing to do), what do they do to spend time ?

"Vell Tublican is usually around somewhere and we play cards, he’s such a cheat though." “And as far as I know most of the soldiers go down to the gun ranges or play russian roulette Eheh."

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i drew my anime wife

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Her partner worked in silence as usual, even with being granted a voice it was apparent he had nothing to say: just as mindless as she thought. She took a look around the cold room while she traced the map, standing in idle hoping there might have been something of use. Alas nothing caught her gaze and as he went she followed down the long corridors to their ultimate destination, an awkward silence filling the space.

"He's going to have to say something eventually.." Rip let her mind rest with the fall of danger in their travel. "If this is a joke thank God he's not a comedian."  The huntress lips caught a smirk as the thought while before she knew it they had already reached the round table room and Hans was ready to bust it open, the female was eager for the kill awaiting her inside but her quick wit alerted her that if he tore open that door it was a possibility that she could end up sleeping with the fishes as well. 

"Woah there!" She moved swiftly to prevent his actions and moved his long leg aside. "If you break the door so recklessly the whole ship might sink, let me handle this." Her figure stood in front of the locks and waited for him to take her command before the draculina turned to do her dirty work, raising her lengthy musket and firing point blank at the thick steel obstacle: shattering it upon impact. The magic bullets blue streak flew through the doors alerting the humans inside of their presence as a grey cloud of smoke started to flood into the large corridor.

"Now this is a party!"

Rip Van cackled happily as two men near the back of the room became party favors, their heads sliced off without a sound with crimson shooting from their bodies. It was showtime. 

The Wolf & The Huntress [ M!A ]

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After she had disappeared Hans had taken the oppurtunity to make his way down into the deeper levels of the ship. It had two entrances and while Rip was making her way into one of them, Hans chose the other side until they would meet in the middle again. The Captain barely left the last stair with a clicking sound on the metal, as suddenly a line of soldiers formed in front of him. He heard the men on deck screaming and calling for backup. It seemed like Rip had everything under control.

Hans stared at the soldiers for a second, before he suddenly pulled his Mausers and with a few very well aimed shots he killed every single man that was in front of him. Of course a few bullets were shot at him too, but those were fired in such a surprise, that they missed or barely managed to scratch his heavy coat.

After a few seconds, the crossfire died and hands walked with both guns in his hands over the corpses, not caring if he stepped on few of them. He was about to simply make his way down the hallway as he suddenly heard a shot, then he felt something hot in his neck. Blood began to drip down his neck, soaking his coat. The soldier turned around to see a half dead man, holding a gun shakingly. With his last strenght - he had dared to fire a deadly shot at the Captain.

As he noticed that the Nazi did not seem to care about the bullet he had just taken, he lost all hope. Slowly his expression changed from angry to horrified as Hans stepped closer. He stared up into these cold, crimson eyes. The tip of Hans’ gun was placed upon his forehead. Tears and snot began to drip out of his skull - right before it was splashing into thousand pieces, blood covering the walls all around the Captain.

After this little problem was taken care of, he made his way down the dark hallway. He could hear the alarm constantly going off while red lights were illuminating all halls. Every enemy that crossed the Werewolf path fell victim to his guns. As the Captain ran out of ammo - He simply placed the weapons back into the holsters. They did their work for today - he was where he was supposed to be.

His hand rested on a heavy metal door. Double locked and on the inside he could smell humans. He could hear their beating hearts from through the thick iron.

His hand formed into a fist and slowly he buries his fingers into the iron like it was paper. He grabbed it and ripped the door out of the wall - being greeted by the panicked sounds of the survivors which were constantly yelling into a microphone . calling for help.

Rip did not seem to be here yet, so Hans’ would simply start without her.

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Her casual walk was more then uneventful, with the long metal halls she could hear echos of bumbling soldiers and machinery being fired but never came in contact with them. “Hello?” She called out, but was meet with no response. Huffing she only treaded forward, calling back her bullet and loading it back into her antique gun. It was starting to give her a headache to keep the focus to let it keep mid-air. 

Now about a mile down of twisting metal doors she was starting to see some action, bodies littered the ground like trash. Bullet wounds through each of their heads, it was obviously the work of her partner, shame he couldn’t make ghouls as she could. They would have helped in the overrunning of the ship as they were doing on deck, despite this it was a sign that the werewolf had made his way past and was up ahead. Rip quickened her pace to catch up to the taller man not long after his entrance.

The vampire made no effort to greet the other, sure that her words would only be met with silence. Yet the room had been filled with screams and pleas from what could be safe to assume we’re dying men, her brows knit together at the wailing, spinning her musket between her fingers.

“Will you shut that crap off?” She snarled at the fearful watchmen attempting to escape the room, yet the doors had been sealed. They were trapped like rats. 

Meanwhile the huntress paid no attention to their screaming, and instead to an eye to the array of monitors. Each screen flickering from the eye of different cameras, half of the board only showing static from her bullet taking them out. “There.” Rip pointed to one camera view in particular of a large room with a round table of figures inside, those must have been their targets.

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Hans looked up as he heard the draculinas voice behind him. He had already taken care of most of the men, before she finished the rest of them. As she motioned towards the screen, he looked up and watched the people at the table discussing the attack in panic. He turned his head to a map of the ship, which was hanging on a board beside the screens.

A gloved finger ran along the corridors, which were drawn onto the paper, until it stopped in a round room. He tapped his finger on that certain spot on the map. It was deep in the ships stomach, this room was probably guarded by iron that was twice as thick as this door, also it was in a place where it kept the ships balance - So he had to be careful not to destroy the room. It worked like a weight to keep the ship from falling to the side.

He looked one last time at the map before he made his way down into the labyrinth of corridors again. Two echoes hitting the walls of the hallways as both Nazi soldiers made their way to the main room - in which all the higher ranked leaders were hiding like cockroaches.

He could already see the door, the giant locks on it, the  cold iron that seemed like it had never been scratched before. Hans was actually getting ready to just kick the door in. There was no doubt that his kick would break the door but there also was the slight chance that it might break more than just the door.

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OOC- Back from hiatus!

Sorry for who i owe replies to for the long wait.

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have you ever have been "alone with someone" ? if you now what i mean...

“Vas?” The german girl could not understand the grey faces meaning of “alone”. Alone? She was alone all the time, and when curfew hit she shared quarters with the illusionist. What a puzzling question.