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 Posted: Thu Jul 05, 2012 6:13 pm
† RxexvxexrxexnxdxxxExzxexkxixexl xxxVxoxn xxxJxixrxexh † THOUGH I WALK THROUGH THE VALLEY
OF SHADOW...AND DEATH
I WILL FEAR NO EVIL
FOR THOU ART WITH ME
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xxxx『 XLevel 1 X』XX-Ki: 350- xxx†THE WARRIOR PRIEST†XXXXXX
Ezekiel closely followed Athena entering the room. Immediately he felt right at home here. It was a quaint little room and while there were definitely signs of wear and tear, it would be more than acceptable compared to what the Father was used to. This was almost like being spoiled to him. So setting down his things on the more cleaner, and obviously empty bed, the Father turned around and heard Athena's request. He wasn't a stranger for receiving confessions, but the timing on this one seemed a bit to immediate....but maybe....maybe this was an event brought on by God? Maybe the sight of a Priest gave this girl some hope in relieving herself of her past wrong doings...if that was the case, it would be almost sacrilegious to refuse this one's request. So when he sat down, the Father immediately responded with, "But of course my daughter. Father Ezekiel Von Jireh always has time for the children of the Lord. Speak your sins, tell this humble priest of your troubles". Patiently, he would listen, anything she would say, he would keep his genuine smile.
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Posted: Thu Jul 05, 2012 6:21 pm
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Posted: Thu Jul 05, 2012 6:37 pm
† RxexvxexrxexnxdxxxExzxexkxixexl xxxVxoxn xxxJxixrxexh † THOUGH I WALK THROUGH THE VALLEY
OF SHADOW...AND DEATH
I WILL FEAR NO EVIL
FOR THOU ART WITH ME
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Oh....well then. That was definitely one of the more hefty of confessions Father Ezekiel has heard in his lifetime. Is that what this island did to people? Turn them into sex maniacal murderers? If it was then the Father was definitely glad he was here..this place could use a little love and forgiveness. Maybe his role here was bigger than that however. He wasn't sure..God's path for him wasn't clear enough..but the issue at hand here was Athena, and all throughout her confession, the Father remained unsuprised, and un-judgmental. And with the confidence of a saint himself, the Father spoke, "My...that is a hefty load of sin you carry my daughter. A load that must have been tormenting you for a good while. But the question here is...What are you seeking?......Are you seeking forgiveness from the Lord"? The Father pushed up his glasses with his gloved hand, a more serious tone permeated his voice, "Or are you seeking forgiveness for yourself"? An important question given her circumstance...while the Lord in his infinite mercy would most certainly forgive her of past sins...Forgiving one's self is not as simple...but once the individual does...Quality of life and happiness vastly improve. Sadly, the Father has seen numerous of people like Athena who cannot forgive themselves for past actions, and are doomed to live a life of misery and regret....it is a curse one seemingly puts on themselves when they fall into the darkness...a curse not so easily broken.
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Posted: Thu Jul 05, 2012 6:50 pm
☢ ☠ ₳ʈɧεɳą ₦ɩɠɧʈɱąŗε ☠ ☢☢ ☠ ₤ą ₱εʈɩʈε ₥σŗʈε ☠ ☢  ====☢☠☢====₳thena looked up when The priest was speaking. She heard what he said and she ran a hand through her thick black hair. "More from the Lord than myself. I just accepted for what I am and considering I am making a profession out of my killing after I leave here. " She looked at him right in the eyes as she said it. "The funny thing is I was raised in a monastery up until I was thirteen look at me seven years later. I'm here to be a better assassin so no one else can go through the hell I went through when the only family I knew was murdered because I refused to marry a man because I married the man I loved the night before he died." She stood up and touched the chain with the two wedding bands on it. ====☢.☠☢====   "They say my family descended from Dracula."
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Posted: Thu Jul 05, 2012 7:13 pm
† RxexvxexrxexnxdxxxExzxexkxixexl xxxVxoxn xxxJxixrxexh † THOUGH I WALK THROUGH THE VALLEY
OF SHADOW...AND DEATH
I WILL FEAR NO EVIL
FOR THOU ART WITH ME
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xxxx『 XLevel 1 X』XX-Ki: 350- xxx†THE WARRIOR PRIEST†XXXXXX
Ezekiel nodded, now understand what he was dealing with. He would tell her the strict and honest truth, as he has told many a sinner. And while people have hated them for what they needed to hear, rather than what they wanted to hear....Eventually those same people realize that he was right..he was always right. But for a situation like this..it seemed as if Athena was stuck far into the darkness, in a place not so easily reached. Changing her ways would not be a matter of a one time sit and talk...it would take days...weeks....months...and sometimes even years to get her of the shadow. But regardless, he would say what the Lord needed her to hear. Sighing, the Priest said, "If your looking for approval of your actions...the Lord will not give it. Murder..Idolatry...Wrath, these are all things he despises and is never justified in his eyes no matter how terrible a person has wronged you. But in his infinite mercy...and in his love for you, your sins will always be forgiven...as long as you continue to request it".
The Father stood up and walked to the open window, starting out into the sunlit sky. As he looked upon God's wonders he would say, "I am not a normal priest my daughter...I am one of the first men of God to be both accepted into the fold of both sects of Christianity. I am both Protestant and Catholic.....an avid believer of many of the different ideals these two sects seem to argue on and on about. So from me...who is a vessel of the Lord..you have two choices for forgiveness. You may ask him to do so...directly through prayer...and in his eyes, wiping your slate completely and entirely clean. This is the Protestant way of forgiveness...or you may go the Catholic route. I am a vessel of the Lord...therefore his apostle. I am given Divine Rites to speak for him, and vocally pronounce his forgiveness. Each way is viable...and none of more effective than the other..it is simply a matter of preference."
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Posted: Tue Jul 10, 2012 5:40 pm
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Posted: Wed Jul 11, 2012 3:29 pm
† RxexvxexrxexnxdxxxExzxexkxixexl xxxVxoxn xxxJxixrxexh † THOUGH I WALK THROUGH THE VALLEY
OF SHADOW...AND DEATH
I WILL FEAR NO EVIL
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The priest raised his eyebrow as Athena left, she was indeed lost to the darkness of her heart. There would be no point in trying to help her if she didn't desire any help to begin with. No matter, each and every God birthed human on this earth has his own path to follow, Athena is simply following hers. The priest just hoped that maybe one day, she would find peace, and retire from her devilish ways.
Now left alone in the room, the priest remembered that he was told by a guy on the boat that once he got a dorm room, the so called Drug would be delivered to his room, which would give him unparalleled strength. He wondered if he should even take such a thing, it definitely isn't God given...but...what if...what if it was God sent? Maybe it was a gift from the Lord? He didn't know..he would just have to pray and meditate on it before he made his decision. Which is exactly what he needed to do. Sitting on his bed Indian style, the good priest began to pray, all the while waiting for the package to arrive.
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Posted: Tue Dec 04, 2012 7:41 pm
 ☤ Ȼhristian Ƚennox ☤
☤ Ƀloody Ɇnglishman ☤
☤Ƚevel 1☤Ҝi 350/350☤Ϝates Ⱦhread☤ "While you've been distracted by this,I've been plotting...  Christian contemplated whistling as he unlocked the door to his new home. However, the desire to continue puff-puff-puffing away at his cigarette (which was quite nearly demolished, the poor thing) was far stronger. So he hummed instead. T'was a random and idle piece, an unofficial song as the lanky man turned the handle and pushed the door in to take in the room. It was a dorm. Small. Somewhat cramped. Very militaristic - he could work with this. Maybe a poster or two here, a rug there, gratuitous graffiti all over the walls that would signify an ego trip of his roommate, the subsequent removal of the roommate from said room....ah, every comfort of home just waiting to be put into place. He of course noticed the small box on his bed - part of his current raison d'etre - but opted to ignore it for the time being. The green-eyed man flicked his cigarette but out the window and spent the better part of an hour unpacking his bag and re-arranging all of his belongings within the dresser and drawers and all that fun stuff. He was not one to pry - alright that was a lie, he pried like a champion - opening his vacant roommate's drawers and the closet and the like just to try and get a measure to what sort a person it was. "It" was definitely a she, or a crossdresser. Neither were entirely comforting thoughts. So "she" was also apparently fond of black. Super. He touched nothing save for brushing a dress aside to toss his emptied bag into the closet. It was only then that the doctor sat on the edge of his bed and opened the box. Some small part of his mind imagined the contents to be glowing a bright golden color as he reached in while increasingly loud music built leading to a victorious little fanfare when he removed the syringe and held it high above his head. Rather like this.But then he seriously examined the syringe with the lightly colored fluid contained within. Some small (huge) part of him felt the urge to attempt and make his way back to the dock, to rescind his nomination, and to secret this Gene-X thingamadad off to some laboratory to re-create it. This of course was offset by the logic that he would be killed before he left the Dorms. His mind then began to wander into the potential ramifications of this injection, the exact nature of a mutagenic substance, the composition and so many other factors, but then, aloud to his invisible audience, he murmured, "F**k it, superpowers. Carpe diem, seize the day, blah blah blah YOLO."On that damning note, Lennox rolled up not his sleeve but his shirt. Sure, standard medicines were typically injected through the veins on the arm to trickle in. That was the safe, normal, sane thing to do. However, the syringe was steady and long enough that it could put most epi-pens and adrenaline injections to shame. Christian wanted the results, and he wanted them quickly. So - he went for his heart. Maximum distribution of the Gene-X compound in the least amount of time! If it were really to work on the cellular level, prolonging the process would do little good. The man plunged the injection into his heart and pressed the plunger, sucking in a deep breath through his teeth as the cool compound began to course through his veins to leave a burning sort of tingling in its wake. Gasping for air afterwards, Lennox rolled his neck and tucked the empty box and syringe into his dresser drawer while smoothing down his shirt and the like. Afterwards, he dusted off his hands and nodded once, as if to say that's that. Now, he decided, would be the best time to find some food. So from the edge of his bed, he stood up quickly and took one step toward the door... ...and went plummeting to the ground as the world around him suddenly spun out of control. He was out cold before he finished falling, and was pushed into a fitful rest. In the following hours of his flailing, he wound up rolling underneath his own bed... ..And thinking still about the LOST finale."
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Posted: Tue Dec 04, 2012 11:27 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 05, 2012 1:00 pm
☤ Ȼhristian Ƚennox ☤
☤ Ƀloody Ɇnglishman ☤
☤Ƚevel 1☤Ҝi 350/350☤Ϝates Ⱦhread☤ "While you've been distracted by this,I've been plotting... Somehow, without touching a single drink, it felt as though Christian were suffering through the b*****d lovechild of an extreme hangover and a migraine headache from Hell. In his accidental hiding spot, his eyes fluttered open. That was a mistake as the aggravating pain was instant. It felt as though his skull were two sizes too small for his brain, a heavy pulsing ringing through his ears. It was likely a fever headache by his reckoning, or perhaps he was having an aneurism. Both were equally distasteful. Still, as comfortable as his little cave was, he began the arduous task of slowly crawling...well..rolling....well...inching out and into the light of day. The man sighed and realized that part of the drumming noise in his head was actually the sound of the shower running. That meant most likely his roommate had arrived at some point, or perhaps there was just some shower-seeking vagrant galavanting about. Neither thought was particularly comforting as he hefted himself onto his bed and rolled onto his back. He lay there for a moment with his eyes pressed shut before acting on instinct and moving for his cigarettes and lighter - taking a comforting drag before reaching for the bedside table and snagging a book from his drawer. Without a single bloody care in the world, he propped his head up on a pillow, and buried his face into the book - the only show of life being the constant faint trail of smoke rising up behind the pages - and the occasional turn of said pages. Other than that he was still and silent. Why ruin the surprise? ..And thinking still about the LOST finale."
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Posted: Mon Jan 07, 2013 7:00 am
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Posted: Tue Jan 15, 2013 3:19 pm
Profile۞Jonathan Haste۞  Jonathan grunted as he opened the door to his room, and stumbled inside. At the moment it seemed like no one was in the room which suited him just fine. He knew that Athena was most likely going to be pissed off at him for the burnt room, whether it was his fault or not. He briefly looked over the note that Athena left him and wondered if he should start leaving notes of his own. "Nah, sounds like too much work." He stumbled over to his bed and plopped down, getting some much needed rest. Ω [Level 4][Energy: 750 ] Ω
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Posted: Wed Mar 06, 2013 3:06 pm
A huge makeover crew suddenly appears! Before you can even blink, they remodel your dorm and retreat to wherever they came from!
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Posted: Sun Mar 10, 2013 8:03 am
 ❖ Crowley, Demetrius Vega indentxxx❝Watch your step. That sand is dangerous.❞▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁ xxx✔Finally finding his room, Crowley unlocked the door and opened it up. Of course, he was expecting a room to his own, since he said that he didn't want a roommate, or at least that was what the paperwork made it sound out to be. However, when the door fully opened, he found that there were three beds in a rather tiny room Shifting his weight little, he let out a groan and headed inside closing the door behind him. Picking what seemed to be the empty bed, he threw his bag on it and plopped down. Looking around the room, h huffed a little. His laundry room back home was bigger then this place, and the fact that he would have to share, just sucked even more. Kicking off his boots, he swung his feet around and laid out on the bed. At least it wasn't uncomfortable. Staring up at the ceiling, he just laid there and let himself get lost in his thoughts. xxxxx✘Level 1
xxxxx✘Ki :: 350/350
xxxxx✘Technique Used ::
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Posted: Sun Mar 10, 2013 11:25 am
❖ Crowley, Demetrius Vega indentxxx❝Watch your step. That sand is dangerous.❞▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁ xxx✔After a little bit of time just chilling in his room, a knock came at the door. Not sure if it was someone looking for him or one of his roommates, Crowley decided that he would check to see. Getting up, he walked over to the door and opened it up. When he did, there was no one standing there. Looking around, Crowley spotted a case sitting on the floor with his name on it. Grabbing the case, Crowley looked it over and then looked back down the hallway to see if anyone was there. Going back into his room, he headed for his bed. Sitting down, he opened the case up. Inside of it, there was a syringe and a set of instructions. Pulling the instructions out, Crowley started to read over it. They talked about how the syringe could be injected anywhere, but that side effects could come about after being injected. Setting the instructions down, Crowley grabbed the syringe and looked at it in his hands. He let out a small sight for a second. "This is why I came here. I came here to get stronger, but is this really what I want? To change who I am? I....I just don't know." He huffed and place the syringe back in the case and closed it up. Pushing it to the side a little bit, He laid back down on his bed. xxxxx✘Level 1
xxxxx✘Ki :: 350/350
xxxxx✘Technique Used ::
xxxxx✘OOC ::
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