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 Posted: Thu Nov 12, 2009 9:50 am
Diine screamed in immense pain, his mouth wide from nose to chin and his eyes shut air-tight. His scream could have broken a mirror, if it didn't attract a small group of sky-faring monsters instead. Wheezing in pain and unable to speak, struggling for breath, Diine collapsed onto Dakon's shoulders, going limp.
The winged creatures swooped down on the two travelers with the intent to gobble them up.
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Perrault continued his questioning.
"The Core?"
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After being spit on by what turned out to be a Glubin after all, Raedou stomped towards the two Vatican-esque buildings, where his usual stock stood nearby. Thinking for a while, he stopped, staring the white marble structures, and began to walk up the stairways to the building's entrance.
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Posted: Fri Nov 13, 2009 8:02 pm
Put bluntly, Miine's head hurts. So instead of coming up with a far-fetched excuse for Farfarello to redirect his course of around the building to into it, the demon just did.
Farfarello is now entering the church.
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2009 5:13 pm
Reflexively, Dakon whirled around, leaving Diine laying on the ground behind him. The sword, still hot from the oil-fueled blaze just moments ago, slashed through the air in an X pattern. Dakon missed, but that wasn't his intention. The flaming X in midair did not dissipate, but continued upward until it collided with the two creatures, exploding and taking both out immediately. It had been magic.
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Impatient, the youth leaned forward, grabbed Perrault by his clothing, and tried to pull him onto the lift. Simultaneously, with his other hand, he activated the lift's starting mechanism. If Perrault fell onto the lift like the youth intended, he'd have no choice but to ride all the way down.
"You'll like it, I promise," the youth said with certainty, as he did this.
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Posted: Wed Mar 03, 2010 1:38 pm
((Hm... SO. Let's just pretend Raedou never walked to the church, then. *supah transport powah*))
((Time to get moving again, we really need to finish this. Have Jaeto and Callisto found the inn, yet? surprised If not, just make them have found one, I guess, so we can move on, yeah?))
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As he left the shop with a small burlap sack filled with trivial items such as water-purifying pendants and wolf repellent, Raedou proceeded back to the designated meeting point, Ackune's stable, where he expected to see the others waiting for him there.
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Posted: Fri Mar 05, 2010 5:55 pm
((Bumpeh. I have to read the past posts 'cuz I forgot stuffs.))
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Posted: Fri Mar 05, 2010 7:40 pm
Farfarello was hidden inside of the stuffy caravan, as when you are stark black with a tail and horns you tend to attract all sorts of negative attention. He rubbed his infernally itchy horns on the side of Raedou's caravan, doing no doubt all sorts of damage to any paint and wood in their way.
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Posted: Fri Mar 05, 2010 9:00 pm
Raedou continued limping to the stable.
(( rofl ))
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Posted: Fri Mar 05, 2010 9:05 pm
As Farfarello addled his time away, his small responsibility had wandered off out of sight.
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Tasacalon chewed on everything, teething child that he was. As a bit of straw was in his mouth, he began to sneeze. He jerked back, and when he finally did sneeze, flames erupted from his mouth for the first time.
Unfortunately, this set the straw and the surrounding hay on fire as well.
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Posted: Fri Mar 05, 2010 9:23 pm
Raedou stopped in his tracks and stared blankly at the burning haystack. Every villager within a ten-yard radius did as well. Suddenly, the entire block grew silent as every living thing watched the haystack waste away in its blaze, a sparkling homage to Earth and Hell. The fire drew larger and than grew smaller ultimately and all of the sudden wearing thin and silent, and the sun's sirens played and sang blissfully in its passionate embrace upon the air, dancing with twirls and flips like doves in the evening's moonlight. It was truly a site for a goddess, the burning haystack, it shining forearm of fire telling a story of a land before, a land afterword, a life unfurled, a miracle of heaven and the gods, a true blessing upon the--
"DAT KID BLEW FIRE!!" screamed one of the less attractive villagers, a gruff, stalky man of low stature and yet a tad taller than Farfarello, his beard enraged like a storm in the springtime, "DEMON! KILLIM AND 'IS BIRD DEMON MOTHER, TOO! SHE WEARS THE ARMOR'VE HELLFIRES N'... DAMNATION!"
A dozen or two of the villagers who happened to be wielding torches and pitchforks at the time stepped out from the crowd slowly, their low voices growling and groaning at the demon bird and her demon child. Raedou, to put it simply, was not amused.
"Now, you all listen here." he said, noticeably frustrated, "I am not a demon, and I am CERTAINLY not a woman. Put those weapons down so we can discuss this like civilized creatures--"
"SHE SPEAKS THE HUMAN TONGUE!" another villager cried out, "DON'T LISTEN TO HER SLY WORDS OF SEDUCTION! DAT'S A SUCCUBUS, DAT IS!"
"Now SEE HERE!" he interrupted, "I am NOT a--"
"KILL HER WITH FIRE, THAT'S HER WEAKNESS!"
"BURN THE WITCH!"
The entire crowd cheered for blood and sport. It was then that the Ganzi noticed that he was severely outnumbered.
"...Well." he said to Tascalon, "You've certainly gotten me into quite a hassle, haven't you?"
And with those words, the Ganzi sprinted towards the stable as fast as he could, with an entire mob of people chasing after him.
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Posted: Fri Mar 05, 2010 9:27 pm
"Really, we have to consider the possibility that we're going to die."
Jaeto leaned against the post of the inn's balcony, arms folded as he watched Calisto pace the landing. She had exchanged her dirty, worn clothes for something fresh: one of her old tunics she'd modified to look like a boy. Her hair was pulled up into a bun under her hat, and small amounts of dirt had been applied as delicately as makeup to alter her expression from that of a woman to that of a boy.
She glanced over, observing her man's own appearance. He hadn't changed out of his armor, and the smell was apparent. "You should go inside and change," she said tiredly, not wishing to debate his point. She sat on the only stool in the room, overlooking the street in front of the inn.
Jaeto opened his mouth to argue, but Calisto stood and pointed. "There's Raedou. I'll go fill him in while you're doing that. Don't worry," she added dryly, "I'm not going to get kidnapped... again."
Uncomfortable as he was, Jaeto just sighed and nodded. "Looks like he's headed to the inn stable." Then he retired to the wash room.
Calisto turned and measured Raedou's approach.
Edit:
Then the previous post happened.
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Posted: Fri Mar 05, 2010 9:31 pm
Far, extremely bored, peered out of the front window, where he could see nothing. So, having a lapse of mind, the demon clamored on top of the caravan, where an amused chuckle escaped his mouth at the scene before him. He was completely exposed to the city; the real demon, not to be mistaken for a Ganzi.
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Tascalon gripped Raedou's 'beak', completely unaware of the situation.
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Posted: Fri Mar 05, 2010 9:34 pm
((A quick note; Miine, please separate your different character posts, Fatal thought that Tascalon was with Far and set the caravan on fire because it looked like one post.))
((I'll post in a bit, caught up in another RP.))
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Posted: Fri Mar 05, 2010 9:46 pm
((Whoops. Sorry; fixed.))
((And what other RP?))
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Posted: Fri Mar 05, 2010 10:44 pm
((And I... have nothing to post. I'll get on it tomorrow, my brain needs sleep.))
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