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 Posted: Thu Nov 01, 2007 1:16 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 03, 2007 8:51 pm
[OOC: From now on, Maynard will be a black font, and Gavin "Mr. Self Destruct" Demoria will have a purple font.]
Gavin arose as little rays of sunlight broke through the holes and cracks in the roof of the decaying building he slept in. He quietly commented on how much later the sun was rising. Gavin stepped out of his overnight home and he looked around, frost was covering the almost untouched verdant plant-life. He knew what he had to do today...he was going to track down his mother and murder her for abandoning him. Gavin sighed and leaned against the outside wall of the building, it creaked from decay. "How? How am I supposed to find her?" He muttered softly.
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Posted: Sat Nov 03, 2007 9:26 pm
Ruin smirks. she's sitting on a decayin biulding. she points a gloves hand to the door. "Be clean with it and don't injure her too much. Try to end it in one blow Necromacer."
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Posted: Sat Nov 03, 2007 9:31 pm
Gavin jumped, stumbling forward and from reaction, he held his hand out toward a pile of bones, something of a cow formed from the bones and sand to act as the form of it. The cow creature snorted and looked at the other figure with fierce, sandy eyes.
"Who are you, and what are you talking about?" Gavin kept his one working eye [the pink one] fixed on Ruin.
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Posted: Sat Nov 03, 2007 9:34 pm
She smirks. "One that has made her own buisness in the dark arts. Youre a different one. A class three seeking a doll. She slumbers, it may be best to take that bothersome pulse of hers away."
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Posted: Sat Nov 03, 2007 9:37 pm
"If you don't answer my questions...I'll...I'll r-rip to to pieces?" His intention was for that to sound demanding, but it came out as more of a little 'oh would you please?' question type thing.
Gavin jumped up onto the roof and landed silently in front of Ruin.
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Posted: Sat Nov 03, 2007 9:41 pm
She grins . "I wouldn't get too close. Goddess of death and devastation, Ruin. If you want to even attempt to rip me into shreds good luck with that. You'd be blown off the mortal plane once your flesh comes in contact. As for what I want, is nothing for me. You show talent you know."
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Posted: Sat Nov 03, 2007 9:44 pm
Gavin sighed. "Threats aren't going to work on you are they?" Gavin stepped close to her, showing no fear. "How did you know I'm a Necromancer, and what do you mean 'talent?' All I want is to make my mother pay for abandoning me."
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Posted: Sat Nov 03, 2007 9:50 pm
Ruin grins. "I know everything about everyone." and she frowns. "You know what I mean Necromancer." She cocks her head to the side. "I've come here with an offer. how would you like to be a god?"
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Posted: Sat Nov 03, 2007 9:56 pm
Gavin outstretched a hand, which was slightly tanner than the rest of his skin, and he caressed Ruin's cheek. "Blown off the mortal plane huh? It's not going to work...This hand is not a part of me truly...it was taken from a freshly killed human." Gavin grinned and dropped 'his' hand down to his side.
"--and now that I've proved you wrong, I'd like to know what you mean about this 'god' business."
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Posted: Sat Nov 03, 2007 10:03 pm
She smirks. "Your cunning never ceases to amaze. Check out your hand though, I'd chop that thing off." She smirks, watching it slowly turn pale and start to grey. "You are a unique one, aren't you? You're partialy young and you're already a class three, and you are getting a doll. it should be impossible. But I've been watching everyone, I've been keeping an especially close eye on you. You would make a suitable lord of the undead."
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Posted: Sat Nov 03, 2007 10:09 pm
"Aww... ff--" Gavin pulled a dagger out of the crease between his pants and belt and he quickly slashed at the hand, right where the artificial hand and real wrist meet. He pulled his overcoat sleeve over the bleeding wound and tied it, so it was tightly wrapped around his arm.
After he has finished his hand problem he looked at her. "Lord of the Undead? It has a certain ring to it...a sexy kind of thing." He repeated himself. "Lord...of the Undead. yeah, that sounds sexy..."
Gavin swallowed and spoke with forced politeness, "Please continue, Miss Ruin."
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Posted: Sat Nov 03, 2007 10:16 pm
Before continueing, She throws a hand onto the ground hear his feet. "Someone i ran into on the way here. pickpocket, it's a good one. fast." She clears her throught. "So you favour the idea? You'd also gain responsability over a town. in the light region they are known as gaurdians. Here i prefer to refer to them as Lords. And all you have to do is prove you can get a doll."
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Posted: Sun Nov 04, 2007 6:08 am
"There's a catch, isn't there?" Gavin said. He sat down and took off his overcoat, then he pulled a flat case out of his inside overcoat pocket. Gavin opened it to reveal many many sterile surgical tools. He grabbed the other hand and went to work, connecting blood capillaries and yelping, moaning, and almost screaming in pain. After the veins and arteries were connected, then came the sewing of the skin. After he'd finished that he used the little bit of healing he knew to mend everything together, hopefully permanently. "There's always a catch..." He continued.
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Posted: Sun Nov 04, 2007 8:13 am
Ruin grins "Well you'll be cursed with practicly eternal life. I'm in my late millions myself. I look good for my age, don't I?"
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