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 Posted: Sun Aug 12, 2007 5:06 am
((Then let us, for brevitie's sake, continue on with the story. If we're waiting on one person and it's alter-ego to post, then I'd very much see fit for it to... y'know... happen. I'll keep that note up until It's needed, if it's needed, because I really don't want to re-write it. ))
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Posted: Sun Aug 12, 2007 10:16 am
((That's fine, but Sariel isn't Vanessa. At least, I don't think he is right now. It's all very confusing.))
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Ebil Mecha Pup Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Aug 12, 2007 11:56 am
An enchanting, wonderful story - cliche to the utmost, certainly, but nonetheless a beautiful thing. Princess, step-mother - youngest prince of three, witch, forest, wolf. Everything was there. A startlingly beautiful young girl - a princess by blood and status, betrayed by her step-mother and given to the witch of the dark forest - where she would be fed to the wolf. A young prince -
The story was changing - the words writhing in Sariel's mouth even as he tried to speak them, treacherously shifting and shying away from the original plot to something cruel and dark. The book was fighting the man reading it, insisting on a black humored tale of the wolf, and the things that said beast would do unto the young princess before she was given the escape of death's embrace. Bloody, inhuman things, reeking of the dark influence of Hades - the wolf seeming ever more a veiled metaphor for Fenrir of Ragnarok, as the storied sky ran red.
How much would get by, how much of this dreadful new thing would pour out before Edwards turned away from it, before the Red Book was silenced, slammed shut in horror?
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Posted: Sun Aug 12, 2007 2:14 pm
((I am locked out of that account... I suggested he change the pass and everything. Were he my alter-ego he would be a fine one indeed...))
Nanji listened to the story as he read, the words scaring ehr slightly and her hands trying to push the book away. This was no fairytale, this was certainly a nightmare. After a moment she covered her ears and closed her eyes trying to forget what she had heard already.
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Posted: Sun Aug 12, 2007 9:12 pm
((You flatter me Ivy, I am sure that I would make a terrible alter-ego though I am too young for you...))
The words shied away as he tried to speak them, Sariel’s eyes shifting, growing darker and darker as he continued to read. The wolf was an interesting character indeed, the twisted plot of his story filling Sariel with a demented sense of pleasure.
Ahhh to be in a story like this, to meet this creature and watch him devour a maiden as fair as the one in the book, fair as the maiden sitting next to him. At the thought of Nanji his eyes glanced away from the tattered yellow pages, a small growl escaping him as he watched her put her hands over her ears, her enticing eyes closing as he continued to read. Slowly Sariel fell silent and lay the book in his lap, his hands moving to Nanji’s and roughly removing her hands from the sides of her head; a simple over reaction. Gently he moved her into his lap and scooped the book into his palms, her body cradled tightly to his as he whispered the words; his voice caressing every syllable as it floated into the air.
The story continued to get darker, the words fiercely pushing themselves into the quiet of the small room as Sariel whisper grew into a low growl. The feeling of Nanji’s heartbeat shot through him as he read, the sound of her breath growing more enticing by the minute; this story was something dangerous something that was surely going to reap an interesting consequence.
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Posted: Mon Aug 13, 2007 7:15 am
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Posted: Mon Aug 13, 2007 10:08 am
((OHSHI-))
Arcus jumped out of bed. He remembered that feeling, a vast store of energy being accessed. And it was close. He rifled through his bedside stand and took a potion that would refresh his stores of arcane energy. Next, he took a straight shot of vodka to keep him awake. It did the trick.
The next moment he was at Nanji's room. The door was closed, and presumably locked, but the energy was certainly coming from this room. Arcus used Detect Magic, almost without thinking. For a brief moment, he was blinded, the sheer amount of energy within too bright for his eyes. "Well, this is an interesting night, now isn't it?" He said, and twisted the doorknob.
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Posted: Mon Aug 13, 2007 9:34 pm
The feeling was almost all too familiar, a sudden jolt shot through Nanji's spine; her eyes shutting tight and her hands trying to push the book from Sariel's grasp.
After a moment of trying the sound of the doorknob made her almost to scared to move, what would be coming out of the book this time... The maiden with her long flowing locks, or the wolf with his ragged fur and glimmering teeth; all too ready to tear into human flesh.
((Btw, I hate this post... And Ebil's keyboard.))
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Posted: Tue Aug 14, 2007 2:40 pm
The feeling grew stronger with each letter that was read aloud, the same feeling Sariel had felt years ago when it had happened for the first time; his own story becoming one of the books twisted tales. He began to breathe deeply, his eyes blurring slightly; and his stomach gathering a strong feeling of unease. This was going to be something bigger then what he had experienced, something stronger, and more dangerous then anything he had seen before. The feelings of Nanji’s hands on his own distracted him for a moment, his eyes flickering between her angelic face and the worn pages, his lips still pouring out words like a geyser even as he tried to silence them.
Added to this distraction there was the jingle of the doorknob; a merry sound that seemed to compliment the words on his lips, seeming to encourage the occurrence of whatever would be happening in the moments that were about to come. Sariel could feel his fingers playing idly along Nanji’s side, the feeling of fear washing over him for the first time in ages and oh, what a long time that amounted to be.
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Posted: Thu Aug 16, 2007 10:23 pm
teardrops_of_ivy ((Anybody going to post, or have we said '********' to posting order?)) ((Among other things, waiting on Bob.))
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Ebil Mecha Pup Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Aug 16, 2007 11:07 pm
Arcus pushed the door open. The flow of energy past him was, in truth, a bit overwhelming. He fought past the flow, bloodlust splitting the energy in it's rapid torrent. He struggled to be heard over the seeming rush of it. "Shut it!" he screamed, the volume of his voice echoing to the point of terror. He realized that the energy wasn't making a noise at all. Something was forcing it's way through the pages of the book, too formless to label.
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Posted: Thu Aug 16, 2007 11:11 pm
((Waiting on me? Now there's a bad idea. XD))
A sound, not dissimilar to a bamf, sounded eight feet above the alley behind the very questionable joint.
And a man fell from four and a half feet on his a**. Well, not a man exactly. If one were in the know, one would say an angel. He stood up, and opened his mouth ******** god damned sunnavabitch!"
A slew of curses on this similar strain, also involving the Arch Bishop's mother and a donkey, filled the alleyway. Along with it came the strong smell of liquorice, and a thud.
The angel stood up, and examined the container in his left hand. As he stood up, he rose to an average 5'11. From afar, he looked freakishly skinny. However, up close...
Well, he was freakishly skinny. He was wearing a pair of odd gray tennis shoes. Above them hung black denim jeans, loosely fitted, with an old black cloth belt holding them on him. Above that, a charcoal black T-Shirt had letters saying 'Logo Here' printed on the front. The sleeves of the T-Shirt had been torn off, and not in a clean fashion either. It seemed that the container he was holding in his hands would be responsible for the reek of liquorice. He was examining it with a glare.
"They agreed not to summon me without prior notice. And now, I've spilled nearly all of my oil!"
He stopped glaring, and brought the container, a beaker, to his lips. He quickly downed the last half inch of the liquid in the bottle, and then he threw it to the ground, licking his lips.
While being skinny, one would be foolish to call him weak. He had strong, spindly muscles running down his whole body. Along with this, his skin was a freakish pearlescent white, so that one could easily see each vein along his arm, along with his many scars. They ran up and down the entire length of his arms, along with a few residing on his face, mainly his cheeks. The scars had a slightly darker, more opaque color to them then the rest of his skin.
He got up, slowly dusting himself off. He put his hand to his scabbard, which hung on his belt, almost ironically. The irony coming, of course, not from the fact that it was on his belt, but that he had it. It was magnificent to look at, with soft tanned hide providing a rich cream color, with jewels encrusted along the outside of it. Rubies, Diamonds, and Emerald were all found in abundance on the hilt. However, none where to be found on the scimitar the scabbard contained. Strictly business, the scabbard was one piece, all made out of a metal otherworldly. In fact, it was one of the few things that the angel still found himself in possession of that was from where he came.
His hair contradicted with his face. As the first people that he had seen and worked with had been Japanese, they were how he tailored his human form. He had taken on a subtle, gentle face, more feminine then most male Japanese faces. Almost contrasting this, though, was his hair. Reaching down to his neck, the straight hair was bleached blond, almost white, and went ever which way, including into his face.
But one of the more striking qualities of this man was his eyes. The iris was no longer colored, but had become opaque, and distinctly white. Along with the white eyeball, the only change was the small black dot that was his pupil, waxing and waning, darting from side to side.
He shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans, his wrist just half a foot below the strap of his fire arm holster. The holster held an mP5 with a silencer already attached to the muzzle of the gun. He extracted a small brown vial from his pocket, and opened it up. He started walking, at the same time, drinking the peppermint oil. This time he did not drain the whole bottle. Instead, he sipped from it, and screwed the lid back on.
He had made it to the front door of the building, and he sighed. He did not want to do this, but...
He knocked on the door. at the same time, a loud message was projected through the entire bar.
Make no hasty actions. I come bearing an offer. Allow the premise of the building to be searched and certain objects taken, and todays events will be forgotten by the church. If not, all inside will be slaughtered.
Hikaru, reeking of peppermint and liquorice, who would also be reeking of drugs if not for the scents, was standing at the door of the bar.
((I have no idea why this is so long. Just felt like it, I guess. Anyways, Khael, if your character can sense celestials, you'll basically already know he's there from the time he bamfed. Other then that, you probably wouldn't notice the power surge as he came, seeing as the book is already active. ))
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Posted: Fri Aug 17, 2007 1:01 pm
Arcus’ voice seemed to rip through the room, yet Sariel’s eyes stayed trained on the book; his words coming to a sudden and ungraceful stop as if he had choked on something. A displeased growl came from his cherubic lips, his eyes flashing back and forth from ocher, to violet, back to obsidian. What a frustrating game this books often played. His breath was hard now and his hands easily shut the book, throwing it across the room and sending it into the farthest wall. The last few pages were missing, seemingly torn from the book by small unskilled hands; if he didn’t know any better he would say Nanji herself had done the deed. Less the gently he moved the girl from his lap, dropping her on the other side of the bed and slowly standing up. It was going to be a long sleepless night for him, then again most nights were.
A small shiver ran down Sariel’s spine, the sound of a soft knocking coming from somewhere downstairs accompanied by a loud voice; something that could very well make his eardrums shatter. His attention was now focused solely on Arcus and the large blade in his hand, it was Sariel’s fault that this was happening and in truth he wasn’t one hundred percent sure on how the man would react.
“You cannot give them that book for any reason… Should it fall into desperate, needy hands chaos will fall over the rubble of this world.”
The tone in his voice was pleading, his eyes flicking back and forth between Arcus and the book that was now laying propped open on the floor. The stories in that book were not made for people of power; they were intended for the lower class, intended to give something back to the people with nothing. The all but mortal creature thought about his own words, a seemingly serene expression washing over his face for a moment.
“I will take the book and leave if you so wish, however I do believe you have a guest waiting downstairs.”
With that He held his arm towards the door, as if to usher Arcus away.
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Posted: Sat Aug 18, 2007 1:45 pm
Shhf...
Shshff...
Shshshshfshfshfshshshf....
/Flick, flick - one by one, with a silent whisper, the pages turn/
/Tick, tick - moment by moment, time goes away, the worlds burn/
/Knock, knock - word by word, open the door, a lie that yearns/
/Click, clack - tap by tap, a clatter in the wall, the dead still mourn/
/Rise, fall, drown and don't live at all. The gods desire, man conspires.../
/and the Wolf watches all/
Inexpert, clumsy poetry hung in the air, in the whispers of the pages - it rolled comfortably through the mind, a herald and a messenger of the days ahead, its tone knowing - a mockery, a taunt.
Shshfshfshfshfshfshfshfshfshf
And then, the gentle patter of falling pages ceased - a violent, almost deafening noise filling the room as the book shuffled over and over, the pages threatening to tear from its pages as they fluttered violently this way and that. Read. Read again. Read. Read again. Read. Read again. S- S- STOP. ... The story finished itself... 
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