Language warning.
"I don't. I don't want to hear about any more attacks. Or deaths. I'm just so fucking
sick of it. Sick of listening about all this bullshit and being able to do almost
nothing." The officer, hand raises in a (fuck off) sort of gesture, begins to wave at
the younger Guard standing at his office door. "But, you want to know what I'm
really.. really getting sick of? Do ya?"
The younger man backs off, back through the door slightly as the much older, much
more threatening man begins to rapidly approach him. "N.. no--yes Sir. I guess I would
like to kn--"
"This." He answers simply, while picking up a huge stack of loose leaf papers and
black books. "All these fucking reports. Reports that mean absolutely nothing." They
are dropped to the floor as the two men finally exit the now messy room. "What the
fuck are we do to? Throw paper at these guys until they just can't take the fucking
paper cuts anymore?"
"We havent got much of a defence against these things. We may just have to wait it
out!" Shouts the younger Guard, as he and his commanding officer stroll through the
Guardhouse. "Something will come up. Sure of it."
"Sure of nothing, Goddamnit. We're fucked. Each and everyone of us is as good as dead.
And you know what the worst thing of it all is?" He stops, turning to face the man as
he also skids to a stop. "Theres no way we can get word to the rest of the world,
because of the shit thats floating around over the water."
"The mist, Sir?"
"Aye. The mist."
*
"The shops running aaaaabsolutly beautifully, isnt it big guy?" The grinning ex-guard
says as he pokes Taylor a few times. The two are in Taylors shop (yep. Even though
Tristan was thrown out and banned recently before) and Tristan is causing as much
trouble as possible. "Been visited by any vampires lately? Funny thing i've noticed.
Your place is one of the only ones thats not covered with garlic, stakes and crosses.
No reason for that is there, Taylor?"
"You were banned from this building. I suggest that you leave immediatly or I will
contact the Gu--" Taylor is cut off as Tristan steps back to lean on a shelf, left
hand raised in the air. "They won't do anything to me. However, they might to you.
Which is probably why you didn't call them on me the last time I was here. Aint that
right, Taylor?" He sighs. "Just as well anyways. After I left, I went to the
Guardhouse anyways an' told them everything I 'thought' was going on. But, then..
after I thought about it a bit, I realized that perhaps you played a larger role. Your
not.. a vampire are you, Taylor?"
"How dare you!" Growls Jones as he reaches out to punch Tristan. It is easily doged by
the ex-Guard, however, and Taylor simply ends up running into the shelf. "Accusing me
of something like that." He rises up to his feet, green eyes immediatly drifting back
to Tristan's.
"You should know better." Tristan shrugs. "Been to the Dragon Myst Inn, lately? I hear
they have a kindred type spell on there. No vampires can be gettin in. You know. Now
that I think about it.. I havent even seen you within five miles of the place." With
the same grin he'd had when walking in, he walks out, leaving a confused and somewhat
bedraggled Taylor Jones standing alone with his damaged shelf. "Fucking fuck." Says
Jones as he walks towards the back of the room. "<q> That ones next to go."
-J.B-
Should have heard you calling my name..
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