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Jan 05, 2009 05:15

Another twelve months ahead of us. We'll wing it somehow. That's one thing we're good at.

[a beep on his PDA notifies him of the time, and there's a smile in his voice] I know, I know. Give a guy time to look his best, why don't ya?

[clatter of a comb on a sink, followed by boots on wood then cobblestone//his next words are also his last, half- ( Read more... )

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darkrangerqueen January 5 2009, 01:47:21 UTC
[Sylvanas does not waste time with words; she begins scouring the compound with all speed. When she finally catches sight of his jacket, she follows the footsteps leading to it. Her gaze rakes along the snow-covered ground, seeking signs of struggle. There are none; his tracks simply stop as though he was lifted into the air. Crouching low, the dark ranger investigates closer, swinging her head from side in the signature feral manner of the Undead. No traces of magic tingle along her skin; she lifts the jacket carefully, as to minimally disturb the snow, and smells it. No blood. No conflict. Leon has simply disappeared.

For a long time she stays that way, still and silent in the snow with her aide's one remaining possession in front of her. Then, without warning, Sylvanas stands and stalks away, clutching the coat in one hand.]

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melakafray13 January 5 2009, 02:30:10 UTC
Le-Leon?

*The sound of scrambling is heard as the slayer doesn't bother grabbing her coat, merely grabbing her blaster holster and charging for the door*

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melakafray13 January 5 2009, 02:32:03 UTC
*The PDA's going schitzo and switches on as Melaka runs up to the roof, searching the area for a moment before leaping off, rolling as she landed, snow catching on her clothes.*

LEON?!

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melakafray13 January 5 2009, 02:37:40 UTC
*The slayer stops, not far from the fountain then looks left and right, running to search the park. Her search is long and doesn't seem to end. In her boots, slacks, and a simple long-sleeve shirt, she does nothing to block out the cold.

An hour and a half later, her search does come to an end and she's on her knees in front of the first apartment building, the tears burning hot in her eyes but not slipping down her cheeks*

No....

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[voice reply] lady_bounty January 5 2009, 02:51:52 UTC
...Leon?! Are you okay?! ......Leon?!

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