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 Posted: Wed Nov 29, 2006 2:06 pm
((OMG I AM GOING TO POST!... And I am so tired! *laughs* And yeah Tuefel... that is VERY SAD Mizu posted afore you XDDD *laaaugh laughity laugh laugh*))
Declan, as Zabe spoke to him, drew back a step and dropped his hand where he had been waiting for a handshake. As he listened his smile slowly bled away from his expression and when he had fully finished the young man's face was quite blank. It was hard to read exactly what he was thinking, or what he might have been feeling, but his green eyes flickered breifly as Zabe strode out the door and out into the street.
In an instant he burst out the door himself, face pink with anger. "My needs, my needs, my needs!" The redhead exclaimed quite loudly at the top of his voice, his face glowing crimson. "That's what you sound like! Is that ALL you can think about? YOUR needs?" He spat, his arms waving above his head passionately. "Is that why you were fallen? Oh MY needs, you'd say! OH WOE! OH FECKING WOE IS ME! My ANGSTY past and WOE!" Declan literally screamed, staring hard at the man before him. "Don't ask anything out of me I'VE WALKED THIS WORLD TOO LONG TO CARE! I've seen too much, I've given myself away! THERE IS NOTHING LEFT OF ME BUT BLOODY BITTERNESS! My needs and my needs AND MY NEEDS!"
The young necromaner wiped at his mouth, breathing great plumes of warm breath. "I suppose all the other angels just got fecking fed up of listening to you piss an moan!" He barked. "Well, get this! I don't care about whatever cliche dark past you may have... hey! I have one too, alright? That's why dark pasts are so cliche... EVERYONE HAS ONE THESE DAYS! But you don't see ME being all generic about it and avoiding life all together... BE A NON-CONFORMIST AND FOR GOD'S SAKE MAKE SOME SENSE, MAN!" He shouted at last falling to his knees. "LET THE TRUTH SET YOU FREEEEE!" And the young man then flopped into a little pile of powerdery snow, panting from his bout of yelling.
After a moment he lifted his face up, redhair lightly dusted with snow. "And that, sir, is all I have to say to you." He held up a finger and shook it as he added something else: "And I'll tell you what to do, because Zabe? God won't answer something you already know... you're going to do exactly what you don't want to do... because you know that's what you were meant to do. Such is how ife goes and what all else nonsense." Declan nodded his head and looked unwaveringly at the fallen. Even as Crooks joined the two outside by landing on the boy's head, he still stared.
The young man was waiting for an answer, but he would probably never hear such a response because it was then for the third time that night that a shadow emerged outside the halo of streetlamp.
"Declan, I presume?" The female voice asked of the redhead still laying flat on his stomach in the middle of the sidewalk. She sounded amused.
Declan glanced over his shoulder and Crooks shuffled his feet warily. "Mmmm'yes?" He asked of her.
"Come with me. You've been called upon."
Declan paused for a moment and then breathed: "Joy." Quite unenthustiastically.
((... there... cos I need to wait for Ala and all that jaaaaazz... BUT THERE IS THE MESSENGER... ZOMG! And hahaha, boy does Declan love to raaaant xD))
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Posted: Wed Nov 29, 2006 4:06 pm
((Haha, OMG I'M GONNA POST TOO AND SOON OUR CHARACTERS WILL MEET AND IT WILL ALL BE LIKE ZOMG PLOT!))
Zabriel was violently torn from whatever thoughts he might have been having when a very angry (and unusually pink) Declan burst from the broken doorframe of his house and started yelling. Once that was over, Zabe turned around to face him, arms lightly folded, an incredulous look on his handsome face. "Finished, are we?" He gave a light laugh. "No, that wasn't why I was fallen. It's something far more stupid than that, really. They're all a big group of a**l know-it-alls up there." He threw a thumb at the sky, "And truth? There's hardly any more of that down here to be set free by."
With a bit of a sigh, he sat down in the snow beside the boy, lightly resting his arms on his knees. "And I told you to stay inside. You'll lose what life you've got screaming like that and laying in the snow." Though, his face fell at Declan's answer to Zabe's original question. "I'm going to do what I don't want to because I'm meant to? Heh, don't mind me being cliche again, but I think I'll fight my destiny for as long as I can. I have reasons, whether or not you think they're reasonable, for keeping myself out of the war. And now you're trying to call me into it, and in such an active part? You might see where I'd rather not." The angel then fell into an uncharacteristically thoughtful silence.
He'd been thinking so hard, in fact, that he barely noticed the woman come from the shadows and insisted Declan go with her. It was only when he was batted quite harshly over the head with a big, white, fluffy, and EXTREMELY oversized wing did he come to.
"You too, fallen," The angel snapped, obviously quite loathe to be near such a... DIRTY being. "Why they summoned you, I don't know, but you HAVE been. I'm supposed to take you there, but if you even THINK about touching me, you'll come to regret it."
"RIght, right, and it's okay you touch my SOILED self with that fluffy overgrown wing of yours?" Zabe raised an eyebrow and got to his feet, a movement that startled the angel into taking a few backwards steps. "Hypocrites as usual." He murmured, dusting off the bottom of his coat.
Turning to Declan, and otherwise completely ignoring the angel's indignant respons, Zabe gave a helpless sort of shrug. "You DO owe me your life. I guess I might as well make good of that, eh?" And that was the closest he dared come to agreeing to help Declan out. "If Fluffy here is going to the same place your friend is taking you, and I assume they are, I think I'm going to be forced one way or another to help out in this blasted war. I may as well go willingly. Less stress." He gave a shrug and quite pointedly brushed against the angel's robes as he walked past.
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Alandra_Noir Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Nov 29, 2006 5:12 pm
The sound of a door handle jingling awoke Esme from her sleep. She sat up from the window sill and rubbed the sleep from her eye. Her eyes drifted to the door as it slowly opened with a creak. The room was getting dark so the figure in the doorway was covered by shadows.
“Cathal?” she said with a yawn while rubbing her other eye.
She heard a low chuckle, followed by a high squeal and giggle. Her eyes widened an inch. She took a deep breath and smelled not one but three and none of them were Cathal. Esme stood up and crossed her arms over her chest and glared at the trio.
“Look I don’t know who you are but you must have the wrong apartment because I wasn’t expecting company.”
The one figure in the door moved forward into the light. Just as Esme’s noise told her, he was a werewolf like her. Despite the weather outside he didn’t have a shirt on. You could see numerous scars and chucks of skin missing. Behind him were two others. Both were werewolves but they were scrawnier, like they haven’t had a decent rabbit in awhile. One of them looked like a girl if it went for his scent.
As the big one moved closer the girly one shut the door. The shirtless wander started talking and Esme’s gaze left the girly one.
“Well sorry but we were sent to have a little chat with ya.” He grinned showing his sharp canines. The girly one giggled again while the other skinny one just smirked. Esme just rolled her eyes.
“Okay look shirtless wonder, take yourself, skinny, and girly and get the hell out of my apartment before I throw you out!” The reactions of the three men were quite humorous. Esme heard the girly one whisper something like “I’m not shirtless.” Apparently he wasn’t the smartest of the bunch. The shirtless one clenched his teeth and Esme could see his nails sharpen and teeth lengthen. For some reason he took offence to her little comment.
Without warning all three ran for her. Esme ducked and managed to miss a punch form the shirtless guy. As the skinny was about to kick her she flipped in the air but got scratched on her arm by the girly one. Esme glared down at her arm to see blood trickle down. She turned her glare towards the girly one. ‘Your first.’ She thought. All it took was one little kick and the girly one was sent flying out the door. Esme watched as the scampered down the hall. ‘Pathetic. Well one down two to g-’ she was cut off buy a swift kick by the shirtless one. She saw the skinny one coming from behind her. She made a quick leap onto one of the two beds to avoid being knocked out.
Esme took a couple a deep breaths to calm down. ‘This may be a little hard.’ The skinny werewolf came towards her, claws lengthened. She rolled out of the way as the skinny one stabbed the pillow. He ripped his claws out in aggravation, sending feathers everywhere. Through the feather’s Esme could see the skinny guy’s eyes turn red. She could him stand up preparing to attack again. Esme backed up close to the window. She had to time this just right. As the skinny one lunged foreword she grabbed his arms and rolled back. When she was just about to be flat on her back she kicked her legs up and the skinny guy went straight through the window. As she was lying on her back she took some more deep breaths. Finally she sat up on one knee and looked at the last remaining werewolf.
The shirtless guy was smirking with his arms over his chest. He was about to strike when the room was filled with a Christmas melody. He stopped and reached into his pants pocket to answer his phone. As hard as she tried Esme could only hear half of the conversation. “Yeah” “No.” “She took out Kira and Jackl.” “Well I'm about to.” “But-” “Fine.”
The shirtless wonder hung his phone up and looked at Esme. “Your lucky.” With that said he walked out of the apartment and down the hall leaving Esme where she was. Esme stayed the same way for 5 min. ‘What the hell just happened.’ After blinking a few times she got up and took a look around. The bed sheets were ripped and there were feathers everywhere. The front door was off its hinges, the window was destroyed, glass littered the floor and there were scratch marks covering the wall. One thing went through Esme’s mind.
“Cathal is not going to like this.”
“Your right he probably wont.” Esme turned around, with claws out, to find another werewolf. However this when actually looked clean. The young werewolf held up his arms. "Hey I come in peace,” he came in the room and looked around, “some party to bad I missed it.” Esme relaxed a little and looked at her arm to make sure it had healed, which it did. Esme looked at the new comer while asking “Who are you and what do you want.”
The young werewolf turned around with a small smile. He took a slight bow in front of Esme. “My name is Alex and Master Cathal has requested your presence.”
(( OMG. I finally posted it. It's long too. Pretty sad Mizu beat me. sweatdrop anyway the next will be quick.))
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Posted: Wed Nov 29, 2006 5:50 pm
((This post is going to be incredibly short sweatdrop ))
Isis glanced over at Marco giving him a smile and a nod,
"That's good." She brought a deep tan hand up to her forehead, her head was throbbing like there was no tomorrow. Her pupils were heavily dilated, signaling a possible concussion from the contact her skull had made with the ground earlier. She was a bit of a mess, though things could have turned out worse, had she not managed to take care of the changed werecat right off the bat.
Her eyes wandered over to Vanessa, she had also come out a little battered, all three of them had. They each had to face three of their own kind, three who were determined to dispatch of them by the way they had fought... There was only reason that came to mind that actually made sense... The war had escalated to new heights. She gave a sigh, the big question was though, why were her and these other two being targeted? Shaking her head she looked at Marco, her blue and green eyed gaze focusing on him intently.
"You know of the war correct?" she questioned, but continued with yet another question, "What is your stand on it?" Her gaze flitted to Vanessa, as if signaling that the question was not only directed at Marco, but her too. The young werecat's attitude had changed completely, after all, the mood had suddenly gotten rather grave, and she didn't appreciate the burning pain running up her arm.
Her thought process was rather abruptly interrupted however as a young man moved forward from an alleyway. He was tall, but incredibly lean with the build of a runner and sharp golden-green eyes. Isis stood immediately, taking up a fighting stance, pupils slitting dangerously. She was in no position to fight, her head was swimming and she was seeing double, her arm had gone numb all feeling draining away with the blood that drizzled from her fingertips.
However, the man held up his hands as a sign of peace,
"Relax, I'm not here to fight. Merely to summon you and guide you somewhere. I see you've already encountered the little 'elimination force' and I'm glad to see you made it out with nothing more than a head injury and a cut up arm young werecat," he stated, pausing in his approach, waiting to see if she calmed.
Isis relaxed and dropped her arms to her side, letting a sigh of relief pass her lips.
"Yeah... Nothing more. You say you're here to take me somewhere?" she questioned, giving a shiver. After all, her coat had been torn to shreds during the fight with the changed cat. Her eyes flitted over to the others, she had questions that she had asked that she wanted answered...
"Yes, your friends are going to be coming as well... Just as soon as their escorts get here that is. Master Namir wishes an audience with you, and you will accept am I correct?" more of a statement than a question.
"Do I have a choice?" she queried, incredulous blue green eyes turning on him. He simply shook his head. "Then yes, I have a feeling she may have the answer to a couple of my questions... Might as well..." she mumbled, giving a gentle and drawn out sigh, her breath emitting in a cloud of white.
((tada! I wait for teufel and J. Everyone is picking on poor little Mizu xd ))
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Posted: Wed Nov 29, 2006 6:16 pm
Vanessa remained quiet, like normal, looking at Marco with a flicker of worry in her eyes that no one hardly saw. When he looked fine she felt her lips tug before the other woman spoke up and the emotions swept away into that cold, quiet face of her's. She looked away and picked up Marco's charred scarf, putting it back over her shoulders and then slipped her gun into her holster once more.
It wasn't weird for her to be in fights. When she turned down drunk men all the time there was bound to be fight here or there. But this fight had been extremely different, and she wanted to know who the hell these people had been and why they were after her...and the others as well. She stepped over the unconcious dark elf and began walking away once more.
She was of no use here to them. The only person she satisfied was herself, and no one else would ever like her in any way. She was confident that the only people who liked her was for her long legs and elegant face. (Even if she didn't beleive that was true either, she was drab looking in her eyes.) She passed Marco for about 10 steps until she heard a man speak up.
She stopped and turned around calmly, her face not changing again. He spoke about taking them somewhere...and her being the woman's friend.
"I'm not her friend." she mumured sternly, eyes moving to him quickly. She had no friends, just herself. He then told them they had no choice but to go with him.
"I would disagree with that." She muttered quickly again. Crystal eyes studied the stranger with such discrimination one could think she hated him on sight. Even though she made it sound she was going to leave she stayed still. She simply looked over to Marco curiously, wondering what he was going to do. No doubt he'd probably go with this new person. But...
"If Marco goes...I will." she put a hand to her nose, warming it up a bit with the little warmth. Her eyes then moved back to the stranger, but looking straight through him.
((Haha...woo! It sucked again! BUT WHATEVER! D: ))
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Posted: Wed Nov 29, 2006 6:37 pm
((I'll post when I can. I've been very uninspired lately so I haven't been doin' much except for sitting around on my bum and finishing homework that should have been done weeks ago. Maybe tomorrow, if I work hard enough. Ugh. *ish tired*))
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Posted: Wed Nov 29, 2006 7:08 pm
((I hate you guys... 'cept J... and deluded... they didn't make fun of me...
LUFF!
heart
You know I love you guys anyway.))
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Posted: Wed Nov 29, 2006 8:35 pm
Marco gave Isis a worried look. He wasn't the slightest educated in the ways of medical caretaking, but she really didn't seem too well at the moment; she needed some help, no doubt. He followed her gaze over to Vanessa, who looked a bit battered as well, but didn't seem to be thinking twice over it. He smiled faintly as she put on his scarf once more, and felt a twang of guilt over the tears in the one she'd swapped with him. As he looked grimly at the tears in the fabric, he got a better look at his burned arm. The adrenaline was starting to drain, and the sting in his arm was rapidly increasing. He bit his lip.
The werecat spoke up again. He broke from his contemplation to look at her, eyebrows arched. The war... of course, it made sense that he was attacked, but them too? Perhaps they were... of the same opinion as he was?
He didn't have a chance to respond, however. A strange man approached from a nearby alley, hands raised to assure a promise of no harm. Marco listened to the breif conversation curiously.
"We... get our own private messengers, huh?" he rubbed his chin. "Kinda dumb. Might as well have one, if we're all here at once... but hey, I've never really gotten you people too well."
Vanessa growled at the topic of following this man, or whoever would come, but backed off a moment, before... turning to the kitsune. He blinked, taken aback. She was relying on him to decide? Why? Seemed like a strange choice. He gave her an unsure glance, then looked down, furrowing his brow in thought. "I really don't want to have anything to do with this, honestly..." he admitted, "but... if things have gotten this bad..." he looked to the bodies strewn across the streets, "then really I guess they're going to make us be involved one way or another."
He looked to a man perched in a nearby tree. "Don't think I like any of this, or whatever. But it's better to play the game on your own terms than getting forced to play without the rules."
The new messenger shrugged, grinning a bit. "Don't care, so long as you come," he said.
Marco sighed and looked back to Vanessa, pulling a wry grin, hopeful she wouldn't hold the decision against him.
((Doot doo lala crap!))
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Posted: Thu Nov 30, 2006 3:04 pm
Scrambling up the stairs of the fire escape, Tori looked down to see the other two humans hovering over the boy she'd "accidentally" dropped a book on. Smiling a little at her victory, she ducked into an open window and closed it behind her.
"Hopefully that'll lose them... Now how do I get out of here?" She said, glancing about the dim room. There was almost no decorations, a tall armchair sat in the corner farthest from the door, but that was it. A thin coat of dust covered the floor; this room had not been used in a while.
Heading for the only door, Tori jiggled the knob. Locked. Forcing a magical jolt through the keyhole, she swiftly turned the doorknob, opening the door successfully.
"Haha, yes! Finally got that right!" She crowed triumphantly, prancing into the next room. It wasn't long before she noticed she was being watched. Turning on her heel, she spun in a small circle before almost falling backward. Regaining her balance, she took a good look at the man standing in the doorway to the other room. It wasn't one of the people who'd been chasing after her...
Eying him up and down, she asked warily, "What do you want?"
The man put up his hands, grinning sheepishly. "I'm not going to hurt you. I need you to come with me. Your master is waiting."
Confused, Victoria shook her head. "I don't have one. And if I did, how would I know you weren't going to suddenly attack me with an umbrella?" Looking down at the books in her hands, she backed up a bit, a dangerous expression on her face. "Watch out now, I've got some lethal weapons!"
The stranger laughed, throwing his head back as he guffawed. "Of course. As you can see, I don't have any umbrellas to attack you with so... I guess you'll just have to trust me."
Stomping her foot, Tori made a face. "I don't HAVE a master!"
The man, who had already begun to walk out of the room, turned and smiled cryptically. "Yes, you do."
Curious, the girl could do nothing but follow him.
((Haha, beating people with large books is fun. O.O I don't even know how I know that.))
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Posted: Tue Dec 05, 2006 7:32 pm
((I guess I can work on another one to occupy myself eh?))
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Alandra_Noir Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Dec 05, 2006 7:40 pm
((....what? Haha, I KNOW we're all waiting on another plot post, Mizu m'dear. heart ))
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Posted: Tue Dec 05, 2006 10:08 pm
((Bah...this is going to be bad...cause I don't know what to write. sweatdrop ))
Rianna's hair blended with the falling snow as the wind tugged playfully at it. She simply trudged through, no destination in mind at the moment. They weren't following her, of that she was sure. Why they had attacked her was still a mystery. She was a neutral, she had been left alone for so many ages now it was surprising. Rianna had liked the solitude, and now they wanted to end that for some reason.
The wounds weren't really that bad, was the conclusion Rianna came to as she walked, ignoring the pain, which turned to numbness in the cold. She had gone only a little further before she was aware of another presence following her. She whirled, relaxing only a little as the figure emerged from the shadows.
"It's been a long time Ria," the dark elf who spoke was definitely male. A grin creeped over his features as he regarded Rianna. "The master wants to see you."
Violet eyes studied the man for a moment, before nodding. "What am I wanted for?" She asked, wincing at the amusement that filled the man's eyes upon hearing her speech, a mixture of accents filled it, changing from english, to irish, to french, to german, to italian. Her accent never stayed constant.
"Follow me and you'll find out," was the simple response the man gave, and he led the way into the shadows.
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Posted: Wed Dec 06, 2006 7:42 am
((Yeah, um, hi? I'VE not given up on this. Have YOU? I haven't. Because Marco rocks. Where the fook is urvrybody?))
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Posted: Wed Dec 06, 2006 8:58 am
((I dunno... I'm here... I quite like Zabe... And I know Aka likes Declan almost too much. XD If Mizu doesn't post soon... Maybe I'll give getting that plot moving a go, eh?))
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Alandra_Noir Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Dec 11, 2006 2:16 pm
((I DONT WANT THIS TO DIE, DAMMIT. COME ON.))
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