Highlander: Immortal Lives - Page 3

**Ristaron** · 07-22-2008, 03:01 PM

Grabbing Léana's arm tight, Matthias dragged her back as he fled with the frightened crowd.
What an idiot! he cursed to himself, does he want MI-6 to find out about us?! A startling thought occurred to Matthias at that point, and he pulled out of the crowd, pulling Léana with him.
"I hope you don't mind", he yelled over the screaming crowd they were leaving, "we'll have to take a rain check on our coffee".

((OOC: I'm wondering when Léana's going to freak out and demand an explanation, haha.))

**Ginevra** · 07-22-2008, 03:24 PM

"I'm not that fond of coffee anyway!" She shouted back as she tried to run as fast as he was dragging her. She looked over her shoulder to see if he was following, seeing as she wasn't choosing her direction anyway. He wasn't. The police officers would probably detain him, or try. He had just seemed afraid, really. Like I was when Matthias pointed his sword at me, but luckily we weren't in public and I just had a book...

"Hey!" She yelled, stumbling as she vied for his attention. "Are you sure we shouldn't go back? He was just freaking out, who's gonna deal with him? You're the only one who knows what's going on, and he might hurt someone!"

She was already turning to go back, though if he held on she doubted she could get away.

**Ristaron** · 07-22-2008, 04:01 PM

Feeling the slight tug against his grip as Léana slowed down, Matthias slowed to a halt and gripped her shoulders, turning them so that she faced him.
"I realize that I haven't been forthcoming on some major points", he said, "but you have to trust me. The last thing you want is the police on your trail".

With a quick glance to check that nobody around would hear them, he started to guide Léana toward the East campus exit.
"In this day and age where pictures and biological ID exist", he said, "you have to stay under the radar, because ten, fifteen years down the road if circumstances find you getting checked out by the police and you look exactly the same as you did today, they'll be onto you. Now that idiot back there", he gestured back to the café, "is not only risking his own life, but everybody's cover. Could you imagine if people today found out about us? History has proved that people kill what they fear -- I know", he leaned in, "I've lived it".
With another glance around, Matthias released Léana's shoulders.

"Look", he said, "I know you've lasted this long without me, but you're going to have to trust me when I tell you that you've been lucky. If someone like psycho back there had found you first, we wouldn't even be having this conversation. You need to come with me so I can teach you the rules".

As he spoke, Matthias ran through the memory of his brief glimpse of the man's face. He'd have to find him again later, before he did a number on everyone.

**Ginevra** · 07-22-2008, 04:43 PM

"The same age in fifteen years?!" She shook her head. "Nevermind that, he might not be psycho! I probably would have done the same thing if I thought someone was coming at me, I just don't carry a sword!" She just didn't feel right leaving someone confused when she could help it.

"Maybe I can calm him down and get out, no one knows who I am, I've cut my hair since I left and I'm legally dead! The police might not be there yet! If you can't go, fine!"

Ignoring the voice in her head not only asking what she was getting into but how she was going to get out, she turned around and ran as fast as she could towards the coffee shop, dodging students still fleeing the area.

**Ristaron** · 07-22-2008, 05:13 PM

Resisting the urge to grit his teeth in frustration as Léana bolted in the direction of the café, Matthias immediately went after her.
Maybe she's right, the nagging sensation came forth from the back of his mind, this guy might just need some guidance. In spite of this notion, the immortal couldn't get the image of the man's face -- twisted in uncontrollable rage -- out of his mind.
I'm too old for this, he sighed to himself as he ducked under another hedge-arch, this one he knew would lead him to the café's back door. He hoped desperately that the site would be clear. He didn't want to jeopardize the one steady commitment he'd made since Sarah had died by brandishing his sword in front of his students.

**Ginevra** · 07-22-2008, 05:33 PM

Noticing in the back of her mind that he hadn't pulled her back yet, she clenched her jaw and sprinted back to the coffee shop to see how deep in trouble this guy was.

**Opunaya** · 07-23-2008, 04:50 AM

Breathing heavily as his scanend the room, realizing what exactly had happened...dozens of frightened eyes were upon him, yet none of them looked ready and eager to fight; not only that, but the headache had started to fade

Oh...damn. Wade thought to himself, sheathing his swords underneath his jacket once again. "Umm...sorry folks, we're umm...shooting a scene for a TV and you all are part of it! See? The cameras are over there." Wade pointed in a random direction with a single finger before dashing off in the opposite direction, not looking back to see if any of the other customers fell for his poorly-made ruse; with reckless abandon, the man dashed off towards the inner city, deciding to hide within one of the alleyways under he figured out his next move. Hopefully, when the police arrived, no one would be able to properly identify him, thanks to the power of stupidy in large groups.

"Though I'm guilty of stupidy in smalls groups...or something." Wade panted, as he leaned against the cold, hard brick wall of a building, trying to slow his heartbeat. "Well, regardless if I'm locked up forever, those others ran off. Which means I'm safe forever."

**Ginevra** · 07-23-2008, 02:06 PM

She ran up to see him leaving in the other direction, with the police just now showing up.

Well, she thought, I guess that makes things easier. I hope he didn't hurt anyone. She considered going after him, but seeing as he was already far away and trying to stay away from everyone, it could wait. This was already the longest day of her life.

God, I just want to lie in a nice soft bed. Thinking of the bed did it, she missed home again. It missed her too, she was sure, but she couldn't go back. She has awoken only a short time before they came down to retrieve her body, so much blood. Her blood. Yet here she was. Running around undead with other undead people that all try to kill each other... well not all of them. She wondered how many actually went around killing all they could, how many of that group lived normal lives before. It was amazing what people could become.

I won't. She vowed to herself. I wasn't a murderer then, and I'm not one now.

Another thought occurred to her. Where would she sleep at all? If these crazy people were out there, she couldn't just sleep in some inn. Damnit, she was tired. Maybe Matthias would have an idea.

She walked in to the coffee shop, looking it over for damage. Other than the mess made by the chaos of retreating customers, everything looked unscathed, including the people. She breathed a sigh of relief and turned to look for Matthias, but he wasn't behind her.

Well, he said it was a bad idea, perhaps he's still back where we argued...

She turned and walked away, retracing her steps back to where she was, feeling wearier with each step.

**Ristaron** · 07-23-2008, 07:37 PM

As the immortal neared the rear of the café, he felt the approach of another immortal. Drawing his Spatha, Matthias assumed a ready stance and focused his attention on his surroundings. Centuries of experience traveling through the woods had trained his senses to hear the most minor indications of another presence. A snapping twig, the rustle of fallen leaves underfoot. Whoever else was about, they weren't trying to keep themselves quiet.
Then, an under-breath curse gave away the other's position. Silently, Matthias made his way to a break in the thick flora, and waited until the sounds of approach were close enough to touch. Then, springing out from his cover, the immortal brought his blade across in a lateral attack.

And stopped short upon seeing Léana's surprised face.
"You're lucky", he cursed, "someone else may not have had as great of reflexes as I... or cared enough to stop". He paused, seeing the distress written upon her every feature. With a sigh, Matthias once again put away his weapon and held out a hand.
"Come on", he beckoned, "let's get out of here before the police come looking".

**Ginevra** · 07-24-2008, 10:27 AM

((OOC: Wait, I was going back by the hedge or wherever not the back of the cafe... where we just left from? Oh well, I has idea.))

She reached the spot where he was, but he was not there. Where could he have gone? She yawned and turned to look around, but he wasn't there. Didn't follow her or wait for her. Had he just given up on her? Gone home and left her to fend for herself?

As tired and frazzled as she was, it put her in quite a mood, and she began to get angry with him. I did ignore his advice, but what was I suposed to do? Maybe he's used to seeing people get screwed over while he hides, but I'm not! And I still don't know where I'm sleeping! Damn it all! I'm going to go find him, though it probably doesn't help that now I have a REAL headache!

She marched with irrational anger, going once again the way she had came. She started walking past the coffee shop, when suddenly she felt her head pound. It hurt a lot on top of her own headache, but she forced her eyes open, hoping it was Matthias and not someone else. Looking around she realized the only way she wouldn't see him was if he had gone down an alleyway to her left. So she went.

Walking around she saw a lot of plants and the coffee shop's sign. A back door? Maybe he was waiting! She walked over there, trying not to step on the plants; they were everywhere! When suddenly a blade came out from nowhere at her neck, she hadn't the time to think, she just shrieked and threw her hands up behind her head, so that her arms were folded infront of her neck, her eyes wide.

In the last moment she saw it was Matthias, and then she slammed her eyes shut but the blow never came. Peeking open her eyes, she heard him chastizing her for sneaking up, and it set her off immediately.

"It's not my fault you go around disappearing and then not knowing where -I- am! You weren't behind me, you weren't back where I left! And inbetween all of your rambling I've gathered that I can't just go stay at an inn! And you! Swing your sword at everything that moves, is that all you do, with your great reflexes you can't check who you're swinging it at? Huh?"

Breathing heavily, she finally stopped for a moment ot hear what he had to say for himself.