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((you skipped me a while ago. you aren't supposed to include me till later when you get back. no he is not visible. it is a string of roleplays where i use the name "Cree" like the megan saga sortof...))
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((Oh... I didn't notice I was doing it. I'll include you, I promise. Me and my selfishness, ha ha. wink And that's cool, I do the same thing. "Megan Noel" is my forever rp character))
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((thanks.Wanna hear my favorite qoute? i don't care here it is!
I will go to the animal shelter and get you a kitty cat. I will let you fall in love with that kitty cat; and then on some dark cold night, I will steal away into your home, and punch you in the face.-Sue Selvester, Glee,Showmance 2009)) |
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"You realize what you've done today," Riik said, feeling the despair that emanated from her. "You've single-handedly stopped a cruel leader bent on exterminating vampires. You've saved an entire race, Megan." For now, he added silently. The war will return.
Although we've got time until then to prepare, and we'll be more ready next time. They walked in silence with the rest of the vampires, all grieving the losses their side had suffered and worrying of the future. They arrived fairly quickly, the march, like so many other moments in Riik's life, having passed by without him noticing much. Morale had been suffering, crippled by fear, but hope was still present among the vampires. ((Riik is just a vampire dude. I don't have an alias yet, but this is my second RP ever, so I hadn't needed one up until now. I'll think of one sometime soon.)) ((I don't mean to pry, but that isn't your real, full name, is it?)) |
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Megan froze, then raced up to Riik and embraced him from behind, stopping him in motion in a hug. She stood there in silence, her eyes closed. Then suddenly, when she opened them, she let out a soft scream and leaped back a foot.
"Cree!" she shouted, running up to what seemed like the ghost of one of her friends, "Dear Gods, Cree, what happened to you?!" ((Megan Noel? No, it's not. Ha ha.)) |
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"we don't know" marcius said"he has no wounds beside an old scar on his cheek" Marcius felt bad lying to the girl. he hated making people distraught. To be honest he didn't even know how he did it. The boy had the upperhand and he just dropped dead.
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pwng peep ((thanks.Wanna hear my favorite qoute? i don't care here it is! I will go to the animal shelter and get you a kitty cat. I will let you fall in love with that kitty cat; and then on some dark cold night, I will steal away into your home, and punch you in the face.-Sue Selvester, Glee,Showmance 2009)) Dude, it was from "Mash-Up." |
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pwng peep "we don't know" marcius said"he has no wounds beside an old scar on his cheek" Marcius felt bad lying to the girl. he hated making people distraught. To be honest he didn't even know how he did it. The boy had the upperhand and he just dropped dead. ((What? Who? Why? Are you talking to Megan, the general of the entire army, or just some girl? And what is it you're talking about, how Cree "died"?)) |
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Riik winced painfully as Megan hugged him, the torn muscles that resided in his upper back screaming in silent agony when they were moved. He hissed involuntarily, then clenched his jaw, not wanting to offend Megan, although he didn't really think she would be all that offended after considering it a moment. Then he fell over backwards, toppling and landing with a thud, as Megan, who had been mostly supporting him, suddenly became less physically supportive as she leapt back.
He hissed again, loudly, and very nearly screeched, the landing having been almost as painful as the actual fall. Can we go inside now? he managed to think, then glanced up-forward to see what Megan was talking to. All he could see was a tree and several bushes, so he sat back down, and the pain lessened, so he looked up again. Standing-- hovering, actually-- in front of Megan was the faded, transparent figure that was the form of a spirit. He couldn't tell who it was from that particular angle, though, and he couldn't exactly get up, so he decided to wait. ((Good. Putting your real name all over teh interwebz-- not a good idea.)) |
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pwng peep ((you skipped me a while ago. you aren't supposed to include me till later when you get back. no he is not visible. it is a string of roleplays where i use the name "Cree" like the megan saga sortof...)) ((He's visible now. Deal with it. *loljk*)) |
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Cree cried he attempted to speak but his mouth wouldn't open. it wasn't that he was too sad, it actually was physicly impossible for a ghost to speak, he had already tried. Cree himself didn't actually know how he was to bring himself back to life. He had planned to before he had shut himself down. Wait! if he could somehow write on the ground he could tell them. He floated back down to the ground and scraped his entire battle into the dirt.
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The spirit floated over next to Riik, startling him. As it hovered, words began to appear, scratched into the dirt. "I... turned... blue... attacked... Marcius... balls of light... shadow... hit... helmet... purple... shut down," he said without knowing, watching the spirit write. Many words were indistinguishable, but the general idea was there. Cree fought Marcius and lost... or was it surrendered? And why did he keep mentioning colors? It wasn't all that clear to Riik, so he dragged himself to a rock and sat up lopsidedly against it.
"Do you have something to say, Marcius?" he asked the young man quietly, staring deeply into his eyes, searching for a flicker of emotion. |
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Marcius hung his head. "yes" he said. Marcius went into his side of the battle and explained the colors of his eyes. "did he have any kinds of mood swings during these eye chsnges" he asked. The ghost looked curious too although he also seemed to know somthing. Asthough he were an indecisive mouse unsure ifhe were to eat a cheese on a mouse trap or not.
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"How should I know?" Riik responded, confused by the question. "I'm the one asking you about the battle, not the other way around. I hardly even know this Cree. No offense," he added, glancing over to the spirit. Though they seemed intangible, spirits were capable of terrible things as well as marvelous ones.
((ANSWER MY PMS ALREADY!)) |
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