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 Posted: Sun Jul 16, 2006 12:10 pm
Angel draws her sword and grips the handle tightly, she swallows hard then goes inside.
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Posted: Sun Jul 16, 2006 12:14 pm
as you open the door a rush of holy energy shoots out at you
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Posted: Sun Jul 16, 2006 12:15 pm
Angel ducks low to the ground. holy s**t that could have taken my head off! She takes the time and puts 5 stong barriers around herself then keeps walking.
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Posted: Sun Jul 16, 2006 12:18 pm
the holy energy is still coming at you harder and harder as you go deeper
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Posted: Sun Jul 16, 2006 12:27 pm
Angel winces but the barriers keep up as she walks deeper into the crypt. She shivers slightly but keeps going.
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Posted: Sun Jul 16, 2006 12:29 pm
in the far back you can see Athena's lifless body
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Posted: Sun Jul 16, 2006 12:33 pm
"Omg Athena!" Angel yells. She dodges more holy energy as she runs to her. Then she takes her barriers down, gets close to Athena and puts the back on around herself and Athena.
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Posted: Sun Jul 16, 2006 12:35 pm
once you get to Athena the holy energy come out harder then ever
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Posted: Sun Jul 16, 2006 12:36 pm
Angel falls down from the impact on her barrier. She then picks up Athena and makes her wat out of the crypt.
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Posted: Sun Jul 16, 2006 12:41 pm
(( g2g need to sleep its been almost 30hours be back later ))
you get Athena out of the crypt be she remains lifless
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Posted: Sun Jul 16, 2006 12:44 pm
((ok bye))
Angel lets down her barriers, grabs her brother who was waiting by the entrance and runs out of the graveyard.
((exit to Warehouse))
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Posted: Sun Jul 16, 2006 3:42 pm
SariaMaru There was no replie. whether or not he wished to replie, or regaurdless of his feelings or ability to do so, Shamas remained silent.((Much more has happened in the grave yard while Saria has been holed up in the crypt but she is ablivious to it as she is in her own little world. In her thoughts... so from page 69 to current will be left out of her continueing reactions as she is not a part of it. If you wish to know what is going on between these points you will just have to find out yourself.))
Saria moved again to the box that she had reveiled and peared inside. Something cought her seemingly unseeing eyes and she reached out her hand. It was a comb, vry beautiful, mother of pearl, ivory, ebony and precious silver sheen and stone. As soon as her hand touched the object, a vision of looong, black silken hair, flowing before her flashed the her eyes, and the words resounded through her mind yet again.
EchoingTogether although apart....
Sisters of the Soul,
Siblings of the Heart.
Spirits of the World,
Together although apart.
Though I have no memory in my meager mind,
Soul and body remembers, what memories have left behind.
Saria snatched her hand back quickly, shaken by the return of the resounding words, then slowly cautiously she reached twoards the object again, forcing herself to pick it up. Again, the words shot through her mind.
In my heart, I'll find you
Though I know not who you are.
Snatches of the words went in and out as if it were like the sound on the tv malfunctioning and some of the words disapeared.
In this cold November,
I_ -____ ____________ _____ Star.
Daughters of the night,
Children still in spite
of all we've struggled through.
Our _________ are still New.
Saria stumbled backwards as the words ran through her mind, her grey eyes growing stormy and glimereing even more. She clutched the comb even harder in her hands, the teeth nearly breaking the skin in the palm of her hand.
In this vague existanve,
These 'true' lives are all dreams.
And some day will bring waking
from such trivial things.
Saria triped and fell to the ground. The comb stabing the flesh of her palm and drawing blood as she hit the ground and then immediatly was jarred from her hand. Her eyes became somewhat clearer, widening and a tear escaping her eyes then three more. She staired at the comb in amasment, then at Shamas, Shock clearly written across her tear streaked face.
Saria turned her gaze to her pulsing and bleeding hand, and despite the pain the erge was horibbly strong to reach out and pick up the mysterious comb yet again. There was a deep yearning ach within her, a deep pain tugging in her heart, and in the next instant, she snatched up the comb yet again.
The life streams continue flowing,
In never ending rings.
And so we live on as such immortal beings.
The comb stabbed deep into her flesh with searing and horibbly intense heat, as she cluthed it tighter in her grip, the last two fingers on her left hand cluthing the strange object from long before tightly, making two peircing moonshaped marks in her palm as the the nails of the two fingers dug into her palm.
Through this life never trully living
for life is a farce.
And so we go on dreaming,
Though all still walking in the dark.
But to this hope I hang strong,
Regardless of how long.
In this simple frail and imperfect frame.
To wake from this dream
and find once again.
To renew what once had been.
Together yet apart, for no force may change my heart.
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Posted: Sun Jul 16, 2006 9:50 pm
mortis walked in with angel still on his back and then let her down.
"you should lay off that rum there angel"
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Posted: Sun Jul 16, 2006 9:51 pm
Angel stilled giggled when Mortis carried her to the Graveyard. Then she lost her balance and fell to the ground."No....Rum is good love."
((God she's like the famale version of Captain Jack Sparrow))
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Posted: Sun Jul 16, 2006 9:54 pm
((omgz rofl especially when you call people love mrgreen ))
"well.....just don't drink it too much...alchohol ruins lives...even in the immortal world"
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