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Lyric


Fallen Songbird

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Date: Mar 19, 2009
A Cry for Help (for Azrael)
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Watching Harry drink himself into a stupor time and time again had left Lyric feeling horrible. She wanted to tell him that she was there. She wanted to hold him and give him the comfort he desperately needed. How many times had she thought about him and found him time and time again at the end of the bar with a bottle of some strong spirits? One too many damn times.


She followed him when Ash had called for him, and saw the fight in him with his Ulfric. The fight within himself. Lyric wanted to scream out - and had - to both of them. With no avail. It left Lyric feeling even more frustrated than before. She needed to find that vampire. The one like looked like Billy Idol. Give him a good talking to and ask for his help. How to go about that though? Lyric wasn't so sure. It wasn't like she was connected to him the way she was to the pack. But this was for Memphis and Ash's sake. So she had to try.
If she could cross distances with a thought, then it had to work that way for anyone.


Lyric could be in Salem on second thinking of Memphis and the next seeing Ash in Rome with just the thought of him. Course she often caught them in the shower or doing other things. She felt so much like a peeping ghost. Especially when Ash or Memphis showered. Not that nudity really bothered the pack. But, even so a person wouldn't like a ghost peeking in on the private time of a shower.


So with that in mind she thought of the blond vampire. Remembered what he looked like, and what his voice sounded like telling her that he wouldn't help. Well this time he wasn't going to brush her off so easy. She'd pester him and bug him and haunt him if she so needed to make him do as she asked.


Just a thought and she was there. Her face nearly face to face with him. "Shit." She needed to work on those landings. "Hey... hey! Ah need ya'll help!" She started calling out to him. "Ya need ta talk ta Ash fo me. Please." That ghetto Boston accent so completely out of place in the city where Christ was killed.

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Date: Mar 19, 2009
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~If life was going ot continue on in this manner then he might have just walked out into the sun and been done with it all. Of course, he was far too stubborn for such a thing to ever really be an option. As he left Jane at Ariadne's trailer, and filled with the powerful promise of his feeding with her, he went in search of Solan so that the two of them could go to ground for the daylight hours. Soon enough it would be time for their attack on the compound whose location they had found that very night.~

~Even though he knew that some measures were in place to help with their mission it didn't stop him from feeling that they were lacking much in the way of intelligence on what they would be facing. They needed exact numbers, locations, maps, anything they could get. Thus far all they had managed as to locate an entrance. That didn't exactly scream ready to him. But ready of not the time was approaching.~

~As with most things in life, the strange and unusual tended to pop it's ugly head up just when you least expected it. Like some kind of Whack-A-Mole from hell. It was on his walk towards where Solan was that the spirit of that pesky wolf came seeking him again. Azrael had thought that he had successfully avoided her, but it would seem that she was more persistant than he had imagined. That was an unusual thing. Usually lycanthropes were only too happy to go to the happy hunting ground in the sky and join their respective munins. Seemed this one was more stubborn than most. And seeing as he knew Jane, that assumption was really saying something.~

"You know Casper, believe it or not, you're last wishes aren't high on my priority list at the moment."

~Azrael stopped walking. Standing in the middle of the field his arms crossed over his chest with impatience. The first thought he had was to simply flex a little metaphysical muscle and send her skidding so deep into the ether that she couldn't draw herself back out. But, upon further thought he came up with what he suspected might be the best plan any of them had come up with thus far.~

"Alright Boston. Here's the deal. I'm in a bit of a bloody war zone at the moment, but if you help me then I give you my solemn oath that I will seek out your Ulfric immediately and give him whatever message you want."

~If he lived that long. Azrael didn't add that last thought, suspecting it would do nothing to sweeten the deal. Using his mind to open himself to Lyric he showed her what he knew, what he needed to know. Terms and conditions did apply. He could only help her so much by bringing her spirit into focus. The rest was up to her. If she brought him the information he required then he would live up to his oath. As soon as this mission was completed he would go find Ash and tell the man whatever Lyric wanted. Though he doubted the Ulfric would be any too happy to hear it.~

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Lyric


Fallen Songbird

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Date: Mar 19, 2009
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At first she wasn't all up to trusting him. But you couldn't tell by the way she stood there, hands on her hips. He told her the terms of the deal. Even before she could agree, which she would, he was already sending her the info. What he needed and what he already knew. She felt like she was being plugged into the matrix. It was as if he just snapped a cable cord to her head and uploaded the info. Lyric had the strange urge to say 'I know Kung fu.'


After he had finished. She would be in search of Faith. That was the fastest way to get in the building. Just thinking of the blond woman, Lyric was in the building. Actually in the same cell with Faith. Not that the woman would see her or even feel her. Lyric started moving through the place. Seeing everything gathering the info he needed. Hell she spent most of the day getting everything that he'd need. Looking at blue prints, moving from floor to floor, counting the number of people. Who what where and when. Everything that she could see she was recording to what seemed like an endless memory bank. Being a ghost had its good points. Like not even being seen or detected or even felt by anyone. Besides that Blondie vamp could just do his download magick power and take the info from her.


When she was finished she thought about the vampire again and poof she was in front of him. Of course, now he was sleeping. So Lyric planted her butt on a seat and waited for sundown till he was useful again. Time really had no meaning to the dead.

-- Edited by Lyric on Thursday 19th of March 2009 03:34:00 AM

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