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 Posted: Sat May 09, 2009 1:55 am
"Perfection?" He thought about this, as if trying the word out, to see how it sounded. He looked puzzled, "To be given paradise, all that thee would need or desire, is in itself perfection? I do miss my mortal life; though it is like a dream to me now, and its details start to fade, but I still have its impression. And to me, it was not such a bad time."
Mordecai remembered a story, and now it was his turn to ramble, "A man dies one day.." What a start. "The next thing he knows, he is in his wildest dreams. He has everything; he's in a casino, beautiful people surround him, friends and family and lovers. Even former enemies who now are his comrades. Here he is, gambling, throwing the dice and he wins. Yes. He throws the dice again, and wins. He's on a roll, and nothing can stop him. Whatever he wants is in his grasp.."
Pause.
"After a while, he gets bored with it. He always wins, no matter what. So he turns to the nearest angel, and says, I'm tired of winning. Can't I lose every now and then? Make it exciting? The angel nods, saying that he will lose every third roll. That's not enough. I still know that I will win. This is so frustrating, I never thought heaven would be like this. To which the 'angel' responds... Heaven? Is that where you think you are?"
A sigh.
"Heaven is many things, but it is not perfection. Flawed is perfect. As hard a life as one may live.. Or, as easy.. As long, or as short. Everyone is given the same thing. Whether thou live a thousand years, or but a day. Everyone is given one lifetime. No more. And no less. It's never been about living forever.. it's about creating something that does."
Looking over at Abi, "So, no, I do not think Lathander would give everyone a perfect existence, free of the burdens of this mortal world."
More contemplation..
"Humanity is flawed. People are corrupt. Greedy. Lustful. They sin, they hate, they curse."
"But they also love. And forgive. And build. Create. They have the greatest potential for evil; and the greatest potential for good. And maybe there really isn't a difference between the two, when thee thinks about it. Lathander does care. He cares about thee more than thou could ever know.. and that is why He will not reach down and make everything better for thee. He knows that thou art worth more than that."
"You may not believe in Lathander, my lady.. but He believes in you."
[.: Wow, I am so tired and fried and brain dead its ridiculous.. I'm going to bed X.x :.]
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Posted: Sat May 09, 2009 2:14 am
Abigail would listen to his speech as she stared up into the sky, a brand new trail of smoke leaving her lips and leading up towards the heavens. He made an interesting point. Perfection would get boring before too long. She would like to be stoned 24/7 for a while but before long it would get... old.
How were angels then able to stand surviving for so long?
It was insanity.
As she comprehended this he came to the end of his monologue. He was right in his own regards, but she wasn't about to convert. Thinking about things from a different angle while stoned was no where near the same thing as converting due to those thoughts.
You may not believe in Lathander, my lady.. but He believes in you.
A short giggle would erupt from her once more, hopefully putting the angel off. He appeared cool enough, but that final statement was amusing to Abigail.
"Then even He can misplace His faith.
I'm the wrong person to be believing in.
You'll know that for sure if we face off against one another."
She would pause, watching the trail of smoke lead away, and decided to win the argument from a different direction. She would look back at him, her head simply lolling back to rest her ear on the ground. She would inhale deeply and exhale absently, though it wasn't on purpose, blowing smoke into his face would serve well enough.
"Why don't you smoke pot?"
[/Ooc: Cool man. This was fun. Have to pick it up tomorrow (I hope). Like these types of Rp's. They're fun.
I'm starting to feel drained too.
Cheers.]
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Posted: Sat May 09, 2009 10:02 am
Mordecai held his breath, waiting for the smoke to dissipate before exhaling sharply, blowing the smoke away from himself. "In general, we disapprove of anything that alters the mind and body beyond our control, especially negatively. Drugs, alcohol, even things like excessive amounts of caffeine. It is believed to cloud judgment and give way to temptation."
Mordecai's lips turned up slightly at the corners, a ghost of a smile, "Why don't you pray? Even if you don't think there is anyone listening.. Praying is kind of like the notion of a good luck charm. What have you got to lose?"
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Posted: Sat May 09, 2009 10:59 am
Her eyes were slowly swirling through the stars, watching each one momentarily before switching to another portion of the sky entirely. Her eyes would travel with his words.
""Jesus drank wine. Are you saying that he too is a sinner, or simply that he did something that you don't think is intelligent?"
And then her smile would slip back to normal, instead of the half-crazed look she had been wearing before it slipped down to the concentrating smile of before. She was a woman of many layers and faces, and excess drugs le her show all of them off.
"I used to pray. Didn't change anything.
What good is a lucky rabbits foot if you're still going to get bad luck when you hold onto it?"
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Posted: Sat May 09, 2009 10:39 pm
"Jesus is not of mine Kingdom. And in regards to thy question.. look where it got him." He was more careful to layer the sarcasm, so as not to offend a neighboring religion, "In any case, blessings often come under guise of hardships and trials.. I have found in my time that the universe has a way of balancing itself out; Lathander, be He a kid with an anthill or an omnipotent presence, is more aware of this than anyone else. To know joy, we feel pain, to know sorrow, we experience happiness. One cannot be heartbroken before one has loved."
Mordecai paused, thinking for a moment.
"After this round.. Whatever the outcome of it be, if I were to join you in a smoke, would you pray with me?"
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Posted: Sat May 09, 2009 11:05 pm
At his comment about Jesus, Abigail would erupt into laughter. Look where it got him indeed. Her laughter would be more uproarious then it had at any other point that night. She couldn't have imagined in a million years that an angel would make a crucifixion joke. And with her stoned it was made even better.
Her chortles would reach the heavens.
As he finished up she would be rubbing the tears from her face. She had had tears building up because of the pot, and her laughter just forced them all out. He had made her laugh hard enough to cry.
"Life is made in balances, I agree. My problem with your god is that the times that a person has to go through hell before truly understanding heaven -or happiness and sadness- isn't always even. A person of royalty may not be subject to as much sorrow versus the amount of joy that they get. The girl from before may only retrieve a few times in her life where she feels happy, but she would feel absolute sadness time and time again.
If life were fair then I would have fewer qualms."
And despite the seriousness of the subject she still had a smile on her face from his joke. A tiny curving of the lips now, but every now and then she still let out a giggle.
It was a funny joke.
Considering the circumstances.
Her following question would be asked to the stars, gazing upwards towards those that she had been joking about.
"You choose who I pray to, and I choose what you smoke?"
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Posted: Sat May 09, 2009 11:12 pm
"I would not presume to tell thee whom to pray to; I would be praying with thee, so as to instruct thee in the proper manner of doing so." The longer he spent in her presence, the more loose he spoke, the more liveliness there was in his voice. Maybe this was a glimpse of who Mordecai, the human, had once been before he died. After all, being an angel, he was dead.
"Similarly, I wouldn't want an unknown substance to have lingering side effects that could ruin the third round for me, should I be so lucky as to arrive there. And should we both end up there, I would not want to face you. I would be uncomfortably high and you would have recently prayed - I would be screwed."
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Posted: Sat May 09, 2009 11:25 pm
At the end of this she would laugh once again. Not nearly so much as from the blasphemous joke made her, but what he said was humorous still. This angel was amusing in his own way.
"Fair enough.
I'll still pray to whoever you suggest. And gain whatever blessings are to be had by it.
By the end of next round I hope that you know as much about marijuana and THC as I do. So you know what you're getting into. Not many people do before their first toke.
And you talk as if both or one of us get to the next round.
If we both should lose... I'd like to fight you in the Sub bracket."
Her hands were still behind her head, giving herself a bit of a pillow. She had no intention of losing, but she was also a realist. Her strategy should be fine, but every general knew that luck had a knack of running against them. Her smile was still there, and once she was sure that her chuckles were done she would replace the joint to her mouth. It was still burning, but slowly. She had thankfully been smart enough to grab the burning smoke from the grass after it fell from her mouth because of her outburst.
Puff.
Puff.
If nothing else, the angel should have an idea of the smell of Pot from just this night. She probably reeked of it.
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Posted: Sun May 10, 2009 2:14 am
"All I ask is that it is something that will not throw off my performance. Maybe something with a short life, or modest effects." The angel mimicked her posture of pillowing his head with his hands, and looked reflective. "It has been a long time since.." Struggling to find the words, "Since I missed mine mortal life like this. Thou doth remind me what it was like, back then." Despite the obvious melancholy quality to his words, his tone of voice was as always a little distant. Angels could seem like such cold creatures, sometimes, as they seemed to bear such little concern for worldly feelings.
EDIT:: And Mordecai looked up, as if hearing his own name. "It is time." and the angel rose to his feet. "I will find you after the round is over." Taking a step forward, the angel leaped forward, taking off down the gentle slope and towards the arena.
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Posted: Mon May 11, 2009 2:13 pm
Abigail listened to her counterpart ask for favors after she had already agreed to pray to whoever he told her to. To imagine that she would go easy on him...
And what was weird is that she knew that she would. She would find some light end pot to smoke with him, her usual stuff being enough to put almost any newbie to their knees. She would have to use the low end s**t that she had been saving in case she ran out of everything else. But she had what he wanted.
"Pot isn't too bad. It'll stay in your system for a while, but won't cause any seriously ill effects after use.
Only get a hangover if you've smoked a lot.
And trust me.
You will."
As he leaned back she noticed the similarity between their body language. As if his theological leaning did as much to relax him as her pot did for her. But even though she ran into the thought, she still didn't believe it.
Because that thought was silly.
...
And then he was gone.
"See ya later."
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Posted: Thu May 14, 2009 7:41 pm
(Worry not, Zeo- but now, we get this going in earnest.) Suit ablaze, the fighter representing Neo-Germany had precious moments to act. Just moments. As the boot made impact, Bruder's head would indeed descend.. the arms would indeed strike outward, coming apart as the airborne, agile fighter continued to spin just barely beneath that outstretched leg. A regular sentient being would, amidst dark embers and the chaos of flying through the sky, likely lose track of their balance, their navigation..
Not Schwartz Bruder.
As the tri-colored fellow's head was struck downward, his lower body lurched back, then straight downward and back up on the adjacent side - a complete flipping of body weight, using the force of the tanned warrior's strike as a catalyst to pull it off. Flying forward with the last of his spin's momentum, legs first 'til it looked like the ninja may fly right past the other airborne fellow and straight to the ground - now, there was a thin window of time, where Bruder's skull flew underneath that deadly, outstretched leg- along with those outstretched arms..
And the clinch! The younger fighter may have some experience yet! But unfortunately, this was indeed where Schwartz excelled. Rotations of the body not normally thought conceivable, bending and flipping unrealistically; all his trademarks. The air was his friend. As was the lad's leg, as Schwartz showed kinship with the growing, dark blazes by having gripped the mid-leg tightly, with both hands. Holding onto it for dear life.
Bending in an upward-facing 'U,' the German fellow's legs seized around his opponent's waist, grinding the upper body downwards. So forward bound, there would be little to keep the poor lad's upper body from shifting downward top-first as the ninja desired; meanwhile, quite a bit supported it, as gravity began rearing its unwelcome head for the two of them.
He had practically latched onto the lad like an unwelcome leech, only one whom wouldn't be deterred by a mere torch. However, as they would inevitably begin their descent.. the final touch began. Grunting audibly at the force exerted, Bruder began attempting to spin the two counterclockwise before heading to the ground - holding on at any cost, with no intention of letting go no matter what the lad might try to encourage an early release. He was practically performing a duet's version of the [Sturm und Drang] with the lad in tow, albeit a few decidables slower, with flames hugging the two of them.
This would cause that outstretched leg to shift upward, while the lad's upper body would eventually point downward. And where was the finish line to this insane race of body parts, grappling, and twists?
The ground! 
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Posted: Mon May 18, 2009 12:54 pm
This would've been a nice combo IF the man didn't react in any way. But poor, poor Bruder wasn't going to get a clean shot off of this one. After all, the man wasn't oblivious to what was going on. The neo ninja's entire body was shifting from down to up after all! And as soon as he felt that grasp around his leg he knew something was going to happen with that lower-body of his. So the tanned warrior would do something very simple to keep those legs from latching onto his waist.
Using his left arm as a wedge he'd catch the leg coming in towards his right, using this as a solid base to grip and hold the leg outward. The man would, all the while, fire up another flaming charge around his right arm, forcing that fire to burn nice n' bright while his left caught the clinch. Given that this spinning clinch was going to give the leg a good bit of strength coming in, it was going to give the man only a small gap of time before the legs closed in too far for him to maneuver with. So without wasting a single moment the man was going to go straight for the money...
A FALCON PUNCH STRAIGHT TO THE GROIN!!!
There was good money riding on Bruder coming away with a limp after this one.
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Posted: Thu May 21, 2009 1:20 pm
Silent My Child, Quiet your Heart.
Surrender your Mind to Starry Night.
Somehow, she'd managed it.
One way or another, Ikihana escaped the white-gloved, groping hands of a hoard of medics, some trying to restrain the raging child while others haphazardly plucked glass shards wherever and whenever they could. They had managed to pull her off her intended path, and by the time she re-adjusted and made her way back to the fleeting stretcher's destination, the firm, glaring red letters of the room's "STATUS" indicator made her Father's fate explicitly clear. After seeing the word "CRITICAL" plastered there, she simply didn't care for any of the nurses struggling to aid her, not a single one of them! What could they possibly do to help her?
Nothing could heal the hurt poisoning her heart.
Ikihana now sat upon a park bench, her body slumped half out of despair and half out of sheer tire. In less than twenty-four hours, the young girl had fought three opponents to near-death, met her father for the third time in her single year of existence, graduated the Chuunin exams, lost her beloved sensei, discovered said sensei was actually her mother, left everyone she'd ever known to run away with her father to some completely unknown portion of the world, and proceeded to loose said father while she sat pathetically drowning in her own helplessness. In the face of all this, the hundred or so tiny little shards still stuck in her flesh seemed hardly a bother at all. It was only because she honestly had nothing better to do that she stared at the open palms of her limp hands, lazily shifting the molecules in her flesh to push the tiny shards harmlessly out and down to the tiled stone beneath her.
Her emerald eye had grown dull, a lifeless stare bearing down towards the cold ground. Her ears were deaf to the cheery ambiance of chirping birds and rustling leaves, and the soft breeze did little more than animate the tips of her unruly hair and clothes. She might as well have been dead herself...
...actually, come to think of it...it would take very little effort on her part to simply replace or re-adjust the shards falling from her hands. They all laid before her like obedient servants waiting to free her from this torment. Why not? It wasn't as if she had anything left in this world, save for the friends she'd left behind in a place she no longer felt any connection to, save for the headband adorning her forehead.
Moments passed by in still silence. Then, slowly, her left hand moved, shifting ever slightly, its fingertips closing in on a large, sharp glass shard still stuck atop her thigh.
...it would be so easy...
Here in My Arms, Rest now in Peace,
And, Morning nigh, Joy will come again.
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Posted: Thu May 21, 2009 10:08 pm
Plopping down on the bench beside Ikihana, Roen crossed one leg over the other and clasped his hands on the upraised knee. His armor was being oiled and fixed, he was outfitted with new clothes, he was full, and he even was groomed! And he was fetching if he did say so himself. He spent the better half of the night tweaking his hair in the mirror, but that was neither here nor there. Curling his tail at his planted foot, The Devil would inhale the smoky night air before sighing and turning his head towards Ikihana, his lips pursing before the edge of his mouth lifted into a charming smirk. The smirk would however drop once deep-set garnet eyes caught sight of the glass stuck in the young girl's thigh.
Well, that's certainly not very healthy. He mused to himself, his brows furrowing with a sense of worry. Reaching over, and quicker than he initially assumed he could do it, slapped Ikihana on the wrist. Reeling away and clasping his hands on his upraised knee once again, The Devil cleared his throat. "I'm not dead, if that's why you're out here feeling sorry for yourself." Although the timbre had raised since Bellanox's Djinn raped and ravaged his body with her magic, it had lost none of it's familiarity since Ikihana had heard it last.
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