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Post by Zane on Mar 18, 2006 12:42:16 GMT
He snorted before he could stop himself. "Seriously?" he asked, grinning at the mental images that conjured. "Maybe he was just being friendly."
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Post by Edward on Mar 18, 2006 12:50:46 GMT
"my booty, he's more childish than a sunday school filled with five-year-olds." Edward folded his arms over his chest hufflily, "he's dead meat so I dunno why I care."
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Post by Zane on Mar 18, 2006 13:14:02 GMT
"Of course he's dead meat...He's a vampire" He pointed out, just to be contrary. "And I think thats about as dead as he'll ever get..."
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Post by Edward on Mar 18, 2006 13:34:13 GMT
"he can get deader," Edward said darkly, "and I'll make sure of it."
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Post by Zane on Mar 18, 2006 14:22:05 GMT
"You can't kill him" Zane said automatically. "You won't be able to kill him.."
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Post by Edward on Apr 15, 2006 9:03:57 GMT
"Why ever not?" Edward's voice had a hint of dark amusement to it, "would you ride in to the rescue all gun's blazing? Risk your life to leave the Pard leaderless. What about your boyfriend, Marcello, would he want you fighting?" So Edward had done some snooping... what's the harm?
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Post by Zane on Apr 17, 2006 10:49:05 GMT
He scowled at Edward, eyebrows drawn together in a flat line. "Aidrean could kill you easily. He wouldn't need my help" he deftly ignored the subject of Marcello. It touched a nerve, and he didn't want to admit that to the Slayer...Edward would undoubtedly find a way to manipulate it...
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Post by Edward on Sept 13, 2006 12:17:50 GMT
"Aidrean, kill me? I don't think that's going to happen Zane, honestly," Edwards voice was still amused but his face was not. He had no doubt that he could finish Aidrean off but it might finish him too. There was always the risk. Aidrean was strong but not strong enough, "If it were would you feel the need to stand here and argue it? I mean... you're defending him, a vampire... surely he's capable if you say he is? Perhaps not... Marcello... Marcello... where is the darling?"
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Post by Zane on Sept 15, 2006 15:07:55 GMT
"Then fine. No more arguing.. Your right, there's no point" he said, forcing a smile and holding his hands up in a I'll-shut-up-now gesture. It was hard, though. Zane didn't get wound up about alot, but Edward always seemed to make him grit his teeth. Poor Aidyrean. Big mean slayer. Stupid argument. Oh, and there it went again. The poking-at-raw-nerves thing. "Not that its any of your business" he said pointedly, crossing his arms loosley over his chest and fighting back the overwhelming temptation to glare at Edward "But I dunno where Marcello is ... At his house, I'd assume; you know cos he has a life and doesn't need to poke around in other people's business.. unlike some people I could mention." Another pointed glare followed this slightly sour accusation, and Zane huffed under his breath, uncrossing his arms to pick at a loose thread on his faded jeans.
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Post by Edward on Sept 16, 2006 10:38:18 GMT
"That's funny," said Edward, "surely in his state he'll need constant attention? I mean the incident with his running away, he's hardly sane... I mean what's all that nonsense about a man's magic following him? Surely you don't think he's capable of being any part of your Pard? He's not responsible, he might let something slip... he doesn't like vampires Zane. Does he like lycanthropes? Have you asked him about the things he used to get up to with his Vaudun tutor? oh perhaps you should, it'd make your skin crawl." Edward smiled wickedly his blue eyes dark and glinting with a sick sense of achievement.
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Post by Zane on Sept 17, 2006 18:22:56 GMT
"What are you? His stalker?" he asked with a snort. Sweet Jesus, Edward practically knew more about him than Zane did. It was a mighty unnerving thought. And hadn't Aidrean told him something about Marcello not being quite so sweet when Zane wasn't there? Brushing the doubts to the back of his mind (he'd chew his nails over them later when there wasn't a psychopath in his house) he shrugged, face as empty as he could make it. "If he didn't like lycanthropes then he'd be dating someone who didn't have fangs" he pointed out, raising a hand to tap one of his kitty fangs just for emphasis. "But I'll ask him. He can't have done anything half as bad as your making out" You gotta admit it, no one did stubbourn like Zane. "Everyone has skeletons, Edward. I'dve thought you of all people would know that." And it was back to the accusing looks now. Love was truly blind... Zane didn't see it, and couldn't imagine anything he couldn't forgive Marcello for... but if the downright vicious glee in Edward's eyes was anything to go by, then maybe he should be worried. Goddammit, this was all going to make his head hurt soon... Time for a subject change. "Do you get off on trying to ruin other peoples lives? Pfft, you really need a hobby.."
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Post by Edward on Sept 21, 2006 16:36:04 GMT
"I have files.. I am made to read them and so I do," said Edward matter-of-factly, no sense of emotion. He was like a clerk or an accountant in his blandness, he had enough files to fill a small library, "if I want to be paid I do my research. If I want to leave a job half finished I'm just as dead as dear Aidrean. But again, we must think, if I know so much about Signor Valentino who else knows and how much? Perhaps the police are tracking him? Have you ever asked whether his name is actually Marcello? Ermanno? Valentino? How much do you know about your partner? Because he's just as dangerous as I but more ruthless. We know he hates vampires, perhaps he never mentioned it, do you think he would kill Aidrean? What if we're working together from the inside out?" Edward smiled and a shadow played across his face, "ask him if he knows my name I dare you."
Do you get off on...?
"Why? What a strange question. I get paid to get off on ruining people's lives. I don't have to ruin your's I'm only here for the Master Vampires..."
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Post by Zane on Sept 28, 2006 13:28:05 GMT
"Sure I'll ask him" he said with a nonchalant shrug, that he might've pulled off had he not been frowning that little bit too hard. "But whatever he says ain't gunna matter."... Probably. "I know he isn't a saint. He's told me as much before... But come on, where's your sense of adventure?" he said, brightening up, apparently changing his own mind as he spoke. "I haven't known him long enough to know that much about him! Just like there's stuff 'bout me I don't think he knows."
"Master vampires? As in plural?.." he asked, "which other vampys are you meant to be staking?" he asked curiously. Jean Claude was really the only other vampire he knew.. and quite frankly, if someone staked him Zane'd be really rather happy. ^_^ Well... there was one other vampire he knew... though he couldn't possibly possibly even be in this state... Ridiculous to even imagine such a thing.. He was far away, terrorising whatever small bunch of weak vampires and freshly turned lycanthropes he'd gatheres roudn himself.
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