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Post by Beka Cooper on Apr 27, 2008 4:22:16 GMT -5
Rebakah could tell that Hannibal's rage was rising. She could feel it. Almost as much as she could feel the gathering storm that was happening outside, a result of her own turbulent powers. She noticed Hannibal's protective attitude around Morgan and decided to use that to her advantage. For someone who was ment to be smart he gave her way to many openings for her to throw back at him. Way to many. She did notice the poison coated knife though and felt the tinest bit of fear in her. If that was the poison she thought it was, the one that the Death Dealers sceintist had developed to kill hybrids, she was already suffering the effects from that and she knew that she could not take any more. However she did not let even an inch of fear show in her body language.
"I have only ever killed without reason once," she said firmly. "Oh but, dear me, Lecter, where were you when Camron attacked her? Having a nice little holiday on some island with some friends of mine where we? Or where we having a little affair with your friend there, a mortal no less, bit obvious don't you think? Sad that you betray a dragon in that manner. You usually dont lower yourself so far, but still, who knows the mind of the cowardly Hannibal Lecter," she said, purposefully pushing him closer and closer to the edge of his pacience, hoepfully. WIth her mind however she froze the knife in ice and then melted it. When teh ice was gone, so was the poison on the blade. Her powers came in handy.
Suddenly a roar echoed outside. Rebakah still had someone control of her powers but not enough to stop them raging out of control every now andthen. Especially after getting them back. And the small hurricane that was litterary tearing apart the trees outside was a sign of that. She would make sure it didn't tear down the house though. "And in case you didn't notice Lecter, things were going to hell before you left. It all started when Cal went to Russia, and you know what happened there..."
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Post by kirstiana on Apr 27, 2008 4:38:04 GMT -5
The calm relaxation quickly left Kirsta's face, replaced with anger. It was one thing for the woman to attack his morals, which she was sure were few and far between, but to include her ticked Kirstiana off royally. Her voice was cold and low, "I don't know what you are but be careful what you accuse others of indirectly or otherwise. I would venture to say that many females human or other comparitively would be considered whores when looking at my history and theirs. I worked too hard in life to have the reputation I do and no stranger, no matter how dangerous is going to put a smudge on my good name without a response, and I really don't care if you kill me or beat me to a bloody pulp over it."
The awkwardness of the threat and temper-filled voice showed that it was highly rare for someone to get a rise out of Kirstiana, let alone a response. Her comments were more defensive and informative than threatening in manner. Feeling the tension in the room she stepped back from the two slowly till she was against the wall and next to the broom. Violence wasn't in her nature, but she could defend herself if need be or in this case make a valiant effort at the very least to put up a bigger fight than most human's would.
Her ears pricked as she heard Hannibal moving closer to the female whatever she was. The term dragon didn't register with Kirsta, her mind accepting realities on a need to know for the moment basis. Eventually the questions would come and there would be an onslaught of them if she lived through the fight that seemingly was about to occur.
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