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 Posted: Mon Dec 04, 2006 3:55 pm
His back was turned to the man and his attentions where on his beloved at the moment
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Posted: Mon Dec 04, 2006 3:59 pm
*he sighs and cracks his knuckles like a pianist and genuflects on one knee*~is there anything I can do for either of you?~
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Angel Miasma Omega Captain
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Posted: Mon Dec 04, 2006 4:03 pm
Her closed eyes remain that way as she purrs beneath her aching muscles and his soothing hands.
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Posted: Mon Dec 04, 2006 4:06 pm
His fingers danced up her neck in small circles as he slowly worked out her tensions, using his thumbs to work on her shoulder muscles to help take away the wear of the day
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Posted: Mon Dec 04, 2006 4:09 pm
*not recieving a response, he began to erect his three perfect barriers, one of alchemy, holy magic, and pure light. once the ball was erected around him, a low humming eminated from the orb*
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Posted: Mon Dec 04, 2006 4:11 pm
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Angel Miasma Omega Captain
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Posted: Mon Dec 04, 2006 4:15 pm
*the humming began to take "shape." It began to sound like Beetovin's 9th symphony*
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Posted: Mon Dec 04, 2006 4:17 pm
* Ali simply emerged out from the darkness high up in the rafter beams, lowering himself with several squishy sounds eluminating n the progress. One down to the floor, the four tentacles who had lowered him down in such a slow and careful way, retracted back inside him. Leaving only the tick transperant liquid inwhich they were covered with, dripping from one of the beams. For once Ali wasn't up to stirring up hell, thus meaning Angel and Zero wouldn't have to deal with his vulgar words and mischevious attitude.
Infact Ali was more occupied with satisfying his craving, thus the reason why he had now ventured over to the bar and browsed the selection.*
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Posted: Mon Dec 04, 2006 4:18 pm
He nodded a silent thanks to the man as he continued to work out his wife's stress ((Sorry we both g2g))
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Posted: Mon Dec 04, 2006 4:20 pm
*the song shifted from beetovins 9th to suicide is painless*
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Posted: Mon Dec 04, 2006 4:25 pm
You know, silence is golden* Ali's voice rung through the bar just before he poped the cork on one of the bottles and took a long gulp of it's containments, Turning afterwards towards the white orb and letting out a slightly mocking laughter.* Unless you either play something good or remain quiet, i'll kick you and that orb out through the entrance doors like a soccer ball.
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Posted: Mon Dec 04, 2006 4:29 pm
*a hole appears in the orb and David's head popped out*~what would you like to hear?~
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Posted: Mon Dec 04, 2006 4:31 pm
Sergeant walked in, his face morose. He knew in his heart this would be the last time he would ever see the bar. He pulled out a note from his pocket, and stuck it in the wall. He left several things on the desk nearby. The note read:
Dear people of the Syndicate,
I have recently learned I will die of cancer. I have left unfinished business back home, and I will return and end what I have started. I will most likely never see any of you again, but this is okay. I have accepted death, and I welcome it with an open mind.
I leave a few of my belongings for sentimental value, if any of you even cared. I leave to Alley my sword, Devil's Mercy. I leave to Fox my sunglasses, which made me look so damn cool. To Mystic Violet, I leave the army jacket, that has symbolized my life for the past thirty-five years.
I say farewell to you all, but do not mind my absence. My son, Nathen Venzuel will be replacing me in the syndicate. Good by all, have a good life.
Love, Sergeant Gamin Rancor
Sergant smiled, his face bittersweet. He walked out, never to return.
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Posted: Mon Dec 04, 2006 4:38 pm
Since you ask, something of Bach* Ali just gave him a quick glance before he tok the bottle with him and headed over to an unoccupied seat, Slamming his feet up onto the table before him.*
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Posted: Mon Dec 04, 2006 4:41 pm
~of all the artists you choose from, you pick the only one i have never studied/met...~
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