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 Posted: Fri May 18, 2012 12:20 am
☣ -Ragna The Bloodgedge- ☣-"Well, it looks like things just got a little more interesting: a massive fleet, an army to suit..."- ║▌│█│║▌║││█║▌│║║█║█║▌│█║▌│║║█║
Ragna watched that last drop of blood be shaken from Lias sword: the temptation was unbearable. His hands twitched and began to shift to his sword, a demonically cold smile dancing accross his lips. As she answered a thousand thoughts were going through his mind, all focused on what color 'her' blood was. When she questioned his name, his smile became all the more hostile. "Well... they call me the 'Grim Reaper' where I come from. Do you... know why..." But before he could make the mistake of even grabbing the weapon, he punched himself in the jaw and bit his hand at pull force: The only way he could feel pain was by his own doing, and it was also the only way he could stop himself from becoming a murdering psychopath. He fell to his knees and breathed heavilly, wiping the blood from his hand and mouth. He shook his hand to get rid of the pain, though there was no new blood coming out: it had already healed. Taking a stand, he looked at Lia, wondering just what she thought of what happened. "Ignore what I said earlier. The name's Ragna. Ragna the Bloodedge." He was about to look away when he noticed the last traces of black dissapear from her eyes. She was now on his top most interesting people list, and now had a reason not to be a target for the man. "Nice eyes, there, though I'm pretty sure black doesn't come naturally. Where'd ya get 'em?"
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-"... you know what? I think I like it here. Screw the deal I made, I'm gonna stay here with the kid and reap as much of this world as possible."- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - ['^/'] 'Vanity' ['^/'] -"Yeah, I used to be a PG grunt but then I heard about their plan. It's not exactly fair when you plan to start a full scale invasion within two days of declaring war."-  As the hail of gunfire rained down on the wall, the group started making a mad-dash to the other side. As each one passed, he gave them a single pat on the back to say they were safe. When a segment of wall was blown to rubble, Vanity was prepared to provide support-fire, but the girl had that covered. As she sped int the alleyway, kept an eye on the new hole in the wall: that sort of shot came from a large barrel. They were giving heavy troopers High-Impact Penetrating Ordinence, aka HIPO... great. They realised that this world has a strong military presence and fully equipped their troops. Soon they'll likely give the rest of the Heavies shield support. He turned to the girl when she demanded his name. "You're welcome, kid." Knowing the situation, the Guard will want to eliminate a traitor very quickly, so he had to focus on the hole... sure enough, a pair of heavies came through the hole. He grabbed a piece of rubble and shifted it to a spike, then threw it at one of their heads. The spike pierced his helmet, but only just: the only benefit was that the electronics would be shorting out and his optics would be shot. He sprinted up to the second one and grabbed his throat, lifting him into the air and choke-slamming him into the ground, followed by his Tomahawk destroying his chest. Obviously this wasn't a normal engineer, since the average heavy soldier weighed in excess of 225kg, and he just lifted him into the air like he was nothing. As the last one pulled his helmet off, Vanity took out his shotgun and let three shots out: one in the head and two in the chest. He had armor piercing rounds loaded and he wanted to make certain the big guy was down for good. He swiftly retrieved his axe and sprinted to Lilian, tapping her shoulder. "I'm Vanity, by the way!" He signalled them to follow him to the safe-zone. This guy was either very cocky, or very experienced. Maybe even both. -"Name? Call me Vanity: because every time you look at me, you see a pretty face that you'll never forget."- [|-|.|-|] [|-|.|-|] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - ███[-] Trea[-] ███-"When life gives you lemons, squirt them in its eyes and run like hell. Then hope and pray that its dad, Karma, doesn't sneak up behind you with a kitchen knife."- █ █████████ █ █████████ █ █████████ █
Trea looked at Alexas he thanked him for the rescue. "Don't mention it. As a bonus, I won't even ask you to provide a favor for me in the future." Trea wasn't joking when he said that, either: normally he requested a small favor in the future when he does things like this. Though anyone who didn't know him would take it as a joke. He started walking over to a raised pipe so he could take a seat. As the moogle opposite him introduced himself, Trea opened his satchel and pulled out a pair of Ether potions. "Here, you might want these." He threw them one at a time and pulled out a large, unmarked brown bottle, a little taller than the bag itself. It wasn't alcohol and it smelled like similar to chocolate, though the scent was not as sweet. "The name's Trea. Pleasure, Alex." He then upturned the bottle above his mouth and started swallowing the deep brown liquid... actually, it was more black than anything else.
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Posted: Fri May 18, 2012 1:27 am
Dammed to Purgitory by the gods
It's my job to do the same
Ya I was a sinner
look were it landed me
Learn from me Scorn of Purgitory A sin is easy too commit
no wonder this job never ends
Why in the Hell are poeple so weak? Night was falling on the war torn city at this point the fighting had been dragging on for some time now and neither side had gained ground on eachother, in the dark of the moonlight tho the side of Gaia would gain an almost unworldly allie, soon the very earth it self shook as a massive earthquake rattled the city then a large fissure split the earth then a bright light erupted from it, when the light faded a man with a sythe stood on the edge of the fissure, his dullen expression looked to the very heavens as he began to talk "Ya I'll do my job" he said then gazed at the arm men before him, his sythe had a red eye that shifted in their direction and he smirked "so Rutsu...do you crave their blood and souls?" he asked the sythe then in response the sythes eye glew a dark red color and he smirked again "well then Rutsu it's feeding time" he then lunged at them as they tried to reach for their guns but were far to late, after the slash of his sythe nothing remained of them not even their bodys, with them all gone he raised a hand in prayer to them and spoke softely "may your souls be judged justly and may you find peace" he then turned to all of the commotion behind him and walked slowely in that direction, he swung his sythe over his shoulder and put his arms on it and sighed "so many sinners...." he said as he made his way towards were Ragna and Lia were, as he approached there he noticed the man and shook his head, just looking at him told him his tale and what a tale it was, the women tho seemed abit diffrent tho it was odd to see a winged one not from heaven he looked at the two with his sythe on his shoulders with his arms holding it there, to them he would look abit diffrent he wore a black shirt that had a strange pattern on it, he wore white pants supported by a black belt that had a silver buckle, around his neck he had a black bandana that had a skull on it and his hair was black but it had blonde streaks in it, his eyes were gold in color but unlike normal eyes he had cat like slits for pupils he would look like the typical punk but actually this 'punk' was far older then the too combined, he had been in service to the two lords for hundreds of years now, he then shook his head then spoke to them "some party huh, looks like one of the chicks is an angel tho an angel with a horn is quite weird I have to say, you can call me Scorn" he said his real name was lost to any form of text or scrolls of the world all that was left on record of him was the name Scorn, the red eye of the sythe gaze locked on to ragna and would continue to stare at him, it sencing his soul was quite intresting Your corruption is like a cancer growing inside
You owe the world an apology
You’ve been taught all your life
That truth is easy to hide
You'll face your judgment another day
And suffer eternally God may have taken Pity on me
doesnt mean you Sinners can
In the eyes of the two lords
your less then I am...In a way
I'm both your salvation....
and your damnation..
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Posted: Fri May 18, 2012 2:50 am
I'm a soldier, meaning that I'm
Both the defendant and the judge
I'm standing on both sides of the flame
Moving along curves, overtaking death and life
I'm running to battle with the shadow of a lie
No matter how many threads deception would weave
Truth will show its face of lightWho am I..?
"A creation that exceeds expectations."
Why am I here..?
"You are a promise of hope."
Do I have a purpose anymore..?
"Once a tool, always a fool."
Is there anyone waiting for me..?
"Being alone is only an illusion."
Am I... cursed?
"An abomination mixed as a blessing."
Alpha, Omega, Master...
I am none of these.
I am merely...
A messenger. Don't you cry,
Hide the tears,
Because a new day will begin
Your fire
Will warm
Thousands of hearts
And now rise
Tuck away the pain and fear
The one who's right will win
Know that everything is in your hands  Forever Cursed To Be A Blessing For OthersCursed To Be A Blessing...
For the day
When our pain is far behind
On your feet
Come with me
We are soldiers stand or die
Save your fears
Take your place
Save them for the judgment day
Fast and free
Follow me
Time to make the sacrifice
We rise or fall Glancing at him, she noticed the change of expressions, the cold smile that said he would have loved to see what her blood would look. Narrowing her eyes some, she wondered where this change came from, what the intention he was about to show as he spoke. But before she was in need of her weapons, the man deliberately punched himself in the jaw and bit his hand as he fell to his knees. 'Heh. A creature that lives to spill blood, just like me,' spoke an familiar voice in Lia's thoughts, and she merely accepted the words. "Very well," she said as he would then rise to his feet again and said as to ignore what he said a minute ago. Remembering his name for future reference, she turned her eyes toward the men that she had killed, hearing his question. "It is what runs through my veins." The black that took over the color of her eyes were always connected to the Black Materia. A newcomer approached the two of them, and Lia waged a guess that he had a long history of a story... It was how his aura said to her, much like Ragna's. Her wings ruffled as the man spoke then introduced himself. "If I am like any angel, it would be that of the One Wing Angel," she said, as she had her share of much blood, even innocents while she had been in the service of the ShinRa company in the alternate dimension. "Call me Lia."Theme Songs::
Struggling With Myself
Facing Difficulty
When Things Start to FadeI'm a soldier, born to stand
In this waking hell I am
Witnessing more than I can compute
Pray myself we don't forget
Lies, betrayed and the oppressed
Please give me the strength to be the truth
People facing the fire together
If we don't, we'll lose all we have found
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Posted: Fri May 18, 2012 4:09 am
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Posted: Fri May 18, 2012 4:24 am
☣ -Ragna The Bloodgedge- ☣-"Well, it looks like things just got a little more interesting: a massive fleet, an army to suit..."- ║▌│█│║▌║││█║▌│║║█║█║▌│█║▌│║║█║
Ragna smirked as she described what the cause of he eyes were. Heh, more like mako... or maybe... Before he could start to get a theory going on what caused her eyes to change colour, another voice could be heard behind them. Funny, because he didn't hear anyone walk up. Although he wish that he didn't even hear this guys voice since the very sound of it was irritating. The words he spoke added to his discomfort, as they were almost arrogent. But what caught his attention was the scythe. Its eye was staring at him. Living weapons tended to peak his interest, and he wondered if it could communicate. Listening to Lia, Ragnas basic theory seemed to be more spot-on than he first thought. The One Winged Angel, huh? Then maybe it's the Black materia that runs through your veins? The situation was getting all the more interesting: Ragna didn't want to even communicate to this guy, let alone confirm his presence, but that scythe wasn't exactly going to stay if was going to be a p***k. "... Ragna. And just so we're clear, I don't like you. Not the sight of you, not the sound of you." He looked back at the scythe: still affixed to his pressence. A smile started to dance accross his lips. ... youon the other hand... that's not entirely true.
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-"... you know what? I think I like it here. Screw the deal I made, I'm gonna stay here with the kid and reap as much of this world as possible."- (( Out Of Comission: lol, I don't know: Ragna might give him a run for his money in term of age.))
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Posted: Fri May 18, 2012 4:46 am
Dammed to Purgitory by the gods
It's my job to do the same
Ya I was a sinner
look were it landed me
Learn from me Scorn of Purgitory A sin is easy too commit
no wonder this job never ends
Why in the Hell are poeple so weak? Scorn smirked at the man then he looked back to Lia and shook his head then responded "Yes that was already appearent, A dark angel that has slaughtered many and has sinned the sin of Wrath and pride many times in her life, but it seems the two lords havent put a mark on you yet so you still have time to clean your soul from all that blood you've spilt" he said to her, yes he knew her past, he knew every ones past such was apart of his job to know this, so save a soul was far more important then claiming them to be judged, his sythe's Eye gazed more at Ragna and he smirked "well you on the other hand it seems Rutsu finds you quite intresting, your soul as well is pretty dam black but you too still have time for redemption, so you better clean your soul or I'll have to bring you in for your Judgement" he said, then he smirked as some soldier came upon them and he sythe now focused on them instead of Ragna and he laughed abit "Oh Rutsu it's feeding time" he said as he spun his sythe in the air then ran at the soldiers them laying fire down on him he was able to dodge some of the rounds but he did get shot in a few places but he was able to reach them before major harm was dealt to him and he cut them all down and again nothing would remain of them no bodys or blood, he then turned to the two and smirked "I was once a sinner like you two, now look at me I must eternaly work for the two lords until the end of days as the collector of sinning souls, Rutsu was once my closest friend his judgement was far harsher then mine he was transformed into this state and he will never become human again...what did he do you ask...he kill and slaughterd women and children and fed on their bodies....me....I was a thief and a murderer but guess what Now I have to kill for a living! oh joy right!" he yelled at the two mabey his sad story would help them seak out redemption and hopefully cleanse their souls of the darkness that veil them Your corruption is like a cancer growing inside
You owe the world an apology
You’ve been taught all your life
That truth is easy to hide
You'll face your judgment another day
And suffer eternally God may have taken Pity on me
doesnt mean you Sinners can
In the eyes of the two lords
your less then I am...In a way
I'm both your salvation....
and your damnation..
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Posted: Fri May 18, 2012 5:02 am
['^/'] 'Vanity' ['^/'] -"Yeah, I used to be a PG grunt but then I heard about their plan. It's not exactly fair when you plan to start a full scale invasion within two days of declaring war."- As Vanity made his way back to the camp, he ducked behind every corner and aimed down the alleyways: he wanted to make certain that the way was absolutely clear of any stragglers that may be around. When they made it to the camp, there were around 6 tents set up as a kind of temporary foreword base. One of them had a large red cross on the top and sides of the tent, signifying the first aid tent. "Get the unconscious guy over there now." As the guys took off, he looked back at Lily. You couldn't tell from looking at him thanks to his helmet, but when he looked her over he was surprised someone so young had been able to hold her own so well. He half expected her to be in her mid twenties with the skill and control she displayed. "How the hell does a kid like you have experience like that?" He didn't care less about what she was wearing, knowing some preffer free movement over protection, and the prior suited her style perfectly. -"Name? Call me Vanity: because every time you look at me, you see a pretty face that you'll never forget."- [|-|.|-|][|-|.|-|] (( Out Of Comission: ))
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Posted: Fri May 18, 2012 5:24 am
Alexander Kupel  Alex shrugged. He thought it odd that the other moogle would joke like that, especially considering where they were and what was going on around them, but he didn't say anything about it. Some people use humor to hide their fear, he supposed. When Alex received the Ether potions, he nodded in thanks to Trea. He didn't know what they were, though, so he uncorked one and took a whiff. He regretted that, though. The stuff in that bottle smelled like a kind of raw magic, and the scent was strong enough to made his nose itch. It almost made him sneeze. Still, he didn't want to seem ungrateful, so he pocketed one of the potions, and the other... well, down the hatch. It was a feeling he never experienced before. Alex's magic was kind of surgically implanted into him due to the experiments done on him by a human mage during his adolescence. Because of that, it ran on what you could call an internal battery that regenerated over time. This basically meant that he couldn't cast much magic without needing to rest, but that he didn't need any kind of potion or tonic to restore his power. Between that and the fact that the Ether had more magic in it than he did, and that would explain what Alex was feeling. In a way, his blood felt like magefire. He had more magic in him now than ever before, and it was kind of like an amplified adrenaline rush. He almost wanted to start casting spells right away to make it better, but he wasn't that eager to jump into the fray so quickly. "Thank you," Alex said, trying to keep his voice straight from the excess magical energy running through his veins body. "Nice to meet you, too."~*~  Spells Known
-Mini-Fireball (Destruction)
-Freeze (Destruction)
-Stop (Alteration)
-Gravity {Alteration)
-Force Shield (Restoration)
-Dimension Door (Conjuration)
Abilities
-Gatlingcast
-Mooglesense
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Posted: Fri May 18, 2012 5:24 am
I'm a soldier, meaning that I'm
Both the defendant and the judge
I'm standing on both sides of the flame
Moving along curves, overtaking death and life
I'm running to battle with the shadow of a lie
No matter how many threads deception would weave
Truth will show its face of lightWho am I..?
"A creation that exceeds expectations."
Why am I here..?
"You are a promise of hope."
Do I have a purpose anymore..?
"Once a tool, always a fool."
Is there anyone waiting for me..?
"Being alone is only an illusion."
Am I... cursed?
"An abomination mixed as a blessing."
Alpha, Omega, Master...
I am none of these.
I am merely...
A messenger. Don't you cry,
Hide the tears,
Because a new day will begin
Your fire
Will warm
Thousands of hearts
And now rise
Tuck away the pain and fear
The one who's right will win
Know that everything is in your hands Forever Cursed To Be A Blessing For OthersCursed To Be A Blessing... Save your tears
For the day
When our pain is far behind
On your feet
Come with me
We are soldiers stand or die
Save your fears
Take your place
Save them for the judgment day
Fast and free
Follow me
Time to make the sacrifice
We rise or fallThe temptation to roll her eyes was nearly too strong to resist, but Lia managed to keep herself from doing so. But her expression was quite... unreadable as the man Scorn spoke. She didn't believe in much of an afterlife other than either joining the Lifestream or being casted out rather than corrupt the Lifestream. "Makes no difference for someone like me." A creation of Jenova cells and Black Materia had no place in the Lifestream. Even if she have had one in the first place; from being from a world where Sin destroyed your homes and cities because of the human's need to cause war and thus Sin was their punishment. The soldiers that came at them, she didn't even bother moving as she could see that the man with the scythe was so eager to get at them. The bodies of the soldiers were cut down and then were gone as the scythe absorbed them. Scorn turned back to them and spoke yet again, yelling at the end. Lia didn't say anything, merely turning her attention to yet more soldiers coming at them. The black returns to her eyes, her wings flaring with some dark energy as she waited until they fired at them, in which the energy that was gathering around her wings obliterated the bullets from even reaching them, and then she did onto them as she did to the previous group of soldiers from before. All three soldiers fell with their necks spraying blood, and Lia was already replacing her swords back in their sheaths. "Telling your story in the middle of battle is not much use," she finally said as she closed her eyes and kept alert. Theme Songs::
Struggling With Myself
Facing Difficulty
When Things Start to FadeI'm a soldier, born to stand
In this waking hell I am
Witnessing more than I can compute
Pray myself we don't forget
Lies, betrayed and the oppressed
Please give me the strength to be the truth
People facing the fire together
If we don't, we'll lose all we have found Life of vengeance, a passive test
Until the grave I will rest
Engage the pressure until it crumbles
The existence of the lifeless black souls
Onward to the sacred battlefield
Where justification and limits are revealed
Tools of steel in rage they conquer
Weed out the killing of victim’s stalker
The powers proven to end the madness
Upon I take it to end the savage
The rays of light a truth of meaning
To my father the blood is pleadingA justice rage for all to feel
With innocent cries and hatred squeals
The gore of evil seems to satisfy
When slain an maimed and pacified
My chosen torture makes me stronger
In a life that craves the hunger
A Freedom and a quest for life
Until the end the judgment night
Watch the footsteps but never follow
If you want to live tomorrow
Steel a soul for a second chance
But you will never become a man I will not be forgotten
This is my time to shine
I've got the scars to prove it
Only the strong survive "Ah. This explains the feel of battle here," a being mused to herself as she approached the city from high above, her red eyes surveying the scene below her. Her metallic black wings kept her aloft in the skies, and she watched the war of humans versus humans, or at least two great groups of people. Why they were fighting? Oh she doesn't know nor did she really cared. She could probably have fun wiping out both sides until she had her share of blood for the day. On the other hand though, she could always pick a 'side' and go from there. Thornara though had a feeling that only one side was taking people to help them. The other seemed set on destroying all those that weren't with them. Chuckling softly to herself, she slowed the beating of her wings and descended down into the city. May as well be close to the action.... I'm not afraid of dying
Everyone has their time
Life never favored weakness
Welcome to the pride
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Posted: Fri May 18, 2012 5:51 am
☣ -Ragna The Bloodgedge- ☣-"Well, it looks like things just got a little more interesting: a massive fleet, an army to suit..."- ║▌│█│║▌║││█║▌│║║█║█║▌│█║▌│║║█║Ragna just couldn't stand this guy. Every word out of his mouth just seemed to be nothing but annoying crap. When he mentioned the swords name, he smiled. "So it has a name, eh? I think me and him will get along just fine." The last word had a dark tinge to it. He didn't even try to hide his displasure from this guy: he wanted him to know plain and straight that Ragna didn't like his kind. Religeous types just never, EVER sat well with him, chanting on and on about how this and that will happen and you'll go to hell, etc. Though the last words out of Scorns mouth made him smile quite a bit. In fact, his blood started to become hot once again. "You know what, preacher?" Ragnas hand started to glow, and his arm began to take the shape of a claw: this was no ordinary magic, nor was it in any way light or easy. I think we finally agree on something!" He sped into the crowd of soldiers with the most maniacle smile on his face. Every slash of his sword was followed by a glorious swarm of black fire, and everything it touched dissipated into ash, armour, buildings and all. Ragnas fighting style was as aggressive as his current persona, almost like an extension of his pyche, and his claw only need touch a single person before the life was drained from their being. With each death, crimson orbs left the bodies of their victims and swarmed towards the folded Bloodscythe. The fear that each soul felt was nothing but pure pleasure for this man, and with each new life taken, he was one step closer to the required amount for his promise. That was also the reason for his aggression being so freely displayed: he wanted to get this done very quickly. ║▌│█│║▌║││█║▌│║║█║█║▌│█║▌│║║█║ |-|_/][_|-||-|_/][_|-|
-"... you know what? I think I like it here. Screw the deal I made, I'm gonna stay here with the kid and reap as much of this world as possible."- (( Out Of Comission: This is my last post for the night, guys. Goodnight, everyone.))
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Posted: Fri May 18, 2012 6:48 am
Dammed to Purgitory by the gods
It's my job to do the same
Ya I was a sinner
look were it landed me
Learn from me Scorn of Purgitory A sin is easy too commit
no wonder this job never ends
Why in the Hell are poeple so weak? Scorn shook his head at them then glared up to them "like the hell am I preacher, ******** off! like I said I was a sinner" he then held his sythe on his shoulders then looked off to the girl then another voice rang out "Ha ******** Scorn! that b***h has the devil in her, what a ****" the voice came from Rutsu, Scorn shook his head then sighed "yes yes Jeonova her self tanted this women, Jenova the devil on gaia it self" he said as he walked up to her then rutsu chimed in "Ya but Jenova is one Hot b***h!" he said rather abrubtly Scorn sighed at that tho he couldnt disagree with that her new appearance was one that was quite eye appealing tho he had no facination in her "Kinda like this b***h here hey scorn mabey you should have your way with her ****" Rutsu said but Scorn soon spun the sythe then hit it on the ground "silence Rutsu" he said as he then lifted back onto his shoulder the sythe rutsu mearly laughing at Scorn then sensing a dark soul nearby it's red Eye glew a crimson red pointing in it's direction "hey scorn some dark ******** has appeared and I'm hungry lets leave these dumb ******** and go have some fun" the sythe said as he contiuned to keep his gaze toward were thornara was "ya ya whatever Rutsu, see you guys on the battle feild" he said as he walked of soon to come upon Thornara and rutsu's gaze burned brightly as the sythe's eye looked to her "this is the one with the dark soul Rutsu? hmm ya I can see it" Scorn said as he looked up to her Your corruption is like a cancer growing inside
You owe the world an apology
You’ve been taught all your life
That truth is easy to hide
You'll face your judgment another day
And suffer eternally God may have taken Pity on me
doesnt mean you Sinners can
In the eyes of the two lords
your less then I am...In a way
I'm both your salvation....
and your damnation..
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Posted: Fri May 18, 2012 7:50 am
I'm a soldier, meaning that I'm
Both the defendant and the judge
I'm standing on both sides of the flame
Moving along curves, overtaking death and life
I'm running to battle with the shadow of a lie
No matter how many threads deception would weave
Truth will show its face of lightWho am I..?
"A creation that exceeds expectations."
Why am I here..?
"You are a promise of hope."
Do I have a purpose anymore..?
"Once a tool, always a fool."
Is there anyone waiting for me..?
"Being alone is only an illusion."
Am I... cursed?
"An abomination mixed as a blessing."
Alpha, Omega, Master...
I am none of these.
I am merely...
A messenger. Don't you cry,
Hide the tears,
Because a new day will begin
Your fire
Will warm
Thousands of hearts
And now rise
Tuck away the pain and fear
The one who's right will win
Know that everything is in your hands Forever Cursed To Be A Blessing For OthersCursed To Be A Blessing... Save your tears
For the day
When our pain is far behind
On your feet
Come with me
We are soldiers stand or die
Save your fears
Take your place
Save them for the judgment day
Fast and free
Follow me
Time to make the sacrifice
We rise or fallLia glanced back at Scorn when he told Ragna to basically piss off, though she simply remained silent. She doubted that she even wanted to be involved with people much less this conversation. But what caught her attention and made her frown in annoyance was when a new voice came out of nowhere, it turning out to be the man's scythe talking. How irritating, especially how he referred to her. Lia merely scoffed very quietly to herself and moved away, though the scythe apparently had plenty to say as Scorn answered him. After a particular sentence Rutsu said, she turned in time to watch as Scorn hit the ground with the scythe's blade as to silence the thing. Not very satisfying, but it would have to do, as she was starting to feel more than irritated. 'A weapon that talks s**t because he can't be of any other use,' whispered the second voice to Lia, chuckling in amusement. No one else could hear that, as it was all just thoughts for Lia. 'Indeed,' Lia responded silently, not moving her mouth. 'Does not make it less annoying. Why I was thrown out of our dimension to here is uncertain, but I preferred it over there.'' 'I personally like this dimension... far more people I could kill and even claim it as defense if I so wanted to...' Lia closed her eyes and shook her head, as she was never for letting Nara have that 'fun' she wanted. But the two of them compromised at an early stage in life so as to work together when they were battling... a devil's deal, so to speak. 'I want my turn soon...' the demoness said with a purr to her voice, Lia merely accepting and agreeing. This fight with the soldiers will be hopefully a good way to keep the demoness placated. Theme Songs::
Struggling With Myself
Facing Difficulty
When Things Start to FadeI'm a soldier, born to stand
In this waking hell I am
Witnessing more than I can compute
Pray myself we don't forget
Lies, betrayed and the oppressed
Please give me the strength to be the truth
People facing the fire together
If we don't, we'll lose all we have found Life of vengeance, a passive test
Until the grave I will rest
Engage the pressure until it crumbles
The existence of the lifeless black souls
Onward to the sacred battlefield
Where justification and limits are revealed
Tools of steel in rage they conquer
Weed out the killing of victim’s stalker
The powers proven to end the madness
Upon I take it to end the savage
The rays of light a truth of meaning
To my father the blood is pleadingA justice rage for all to feel
With innocent cries and hatred squeals
The gore of evil seems to satisfy
When slain an maimed and pacified
My chosen torture makes me stronger
In a life that craves the hunger
A Freedom and a quest for life
Until the end the judgment night
Watch the footsteps but never follow
If you want to live tomorrow
Steel a soul for a second chance
But you will never become a man I will not be forgotten
This is my time to shine
I've got the scars to prove it
Only the strong survive The resemblance between Thornara and Lia would be pretty uncanny to the point that they could have been considered sisters. Her hair was free to move behind her as she landed on the ground, folding her wings against her back tightly. Mm, the glorious scent of blood and death. It was what drove her instincts for battle at times. The Jenova cells were of destruction, but there's another part of her that was for the blood and glory of battle. Even her own blood would excite her, as it would mean a challenge. Not so long since she landed, she turned and watched as a guy with a scythe approached. She could feel power radiating from the guy... as well as his scythe. It seemed that they had found her on purpose. She gave them a smirk, her red eyes glowing dangerously. "Mmmmm'yes?" she said with a wicked grin. Hearing what he said as though talking to herself, she chuckled. Her, a dark soul? Did that mean that she had a soul in the first place? Apparently he thought so. I'm not afraid of dying
Everyone has their time
Life never favored weakness
Welcome to the pride
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Posted: Fri May 18, 2012 8:14 am
Dammed to Purgitory by the gods
It's my job to do the same
Ya I was a sinner
look were it landed me
Learn from me Scorn of Purgitory A sin is easy too commit
no wonder this job never ends
Why in the Hell are poeple so weak? Scorn smirked at the women tho and voice soon spoke "Dam Scorn this b***h is hot too!" The sythe Rutsu said as his Crimson eye looked up to her, Scorn shaking his head then gazed at her "yes there is darkness that corrupts you and it seems that there is no light, a sinner that must be brought in for judgement by the two lords" he siad to the silver haired women tho Rutsu had other plans "Oh come on Scorn! have some fun with her before you condem her, come on I know you wanna ******** her c**t!" he said rather loudly. Scorn tho sighed as he spun the sythe nailing it on the ground "Silence!" he said as he hit the sythe several times on the ground "Thornara is it....I shall bring you to your judgement" he then held his sythe up and prepared to attack her Your corruption is like a cancer growing inside
You owe the world an apology
You’ve been taught all your life
That truth is easy to hide
You'll face your judgment another day
And suffer eternally God may have taken Pity on me
doesnt mean you Sinners can
In the eyes of the two lords
your less then I am...In a way
I'm both your salvation....
and your damnation..
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Posted: Fri May 18, 2012 9:13 am
Life of vengeance, a passive test
Until the grave I will rest
Engage the pressure until it crumbles
The existence of the lifeless black souls
Onward to the sacred battlefield
Where justification and limits are revealed
Tools of steel in rage they conquer
Weed out the killing of victim’s stalker
The powers proven to end the madness
Upon I take it to end the savage
The rays of light a truth of meaning
To my father the blood is pleadingA justice rage for all to feel
With innocent cries and hatred squeals
The gore of evil seems to satisfy
When slain an maimed and pacified
My chosen torture makes me stronger
In a life that craves the hunger
A Freedom and a quest for life
Until the end the judgment night
Watch the footsteps but never follow
If you want to live tomorrow
Steel a soul for a second chance
But you will never become a man I will not be forgotten
This is my time to shine
I've got the scars to prove it
Only the strong survive There was a large amount of amusement as she smirked at the man and his scythe, who apparently not only had a mind of his own but had the eye for women. She chuckled in a wicked way as the man slammed his scythe against the ground. "Heh, and I hadn't even done anything yet since the Lifestream gave me a body to use. If there was a god, I would have thought that a week of no killing once obtaining a body would be more than enough to warrant me some fun," the Jenova demoness said as she watched him bring the scythe back up and told her that he would bring her to her judgment. "Good luck then... I won't allow anyone to beat me easily, much less kill me." Her double-end scythe snaps out of its hold on her back with a simple flick of her wings in a certain way that makes it easy to dislodge it without worrying about it while flying, and she catches it with a hand. Both blades of the scythes were longer than her own arms, though she held them and the handle that held them together so easily. It was easily about fifteen to thirty pounds by anyone's guess. Thornara won't attack, she'll let him, as he was all prepared to attack her. I'm not afraid of dying
Everyone has their time
Life never favored weakness
Welcome to the pride
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Posted: Fri May 18, 2012 10:21 am
 "Flowing power of the Onyx Blade! Embrace me… appear before us… and destroy!" "Hell yeah, this is one HELL of a party! Lookie there soulmate! Isn't that glorious destruction and death??" Unlike her partner in which she was stuck with body and mind, Revya was rather horrified by all the death she could see around her, soldiers fighting soldiers. The soldiers that came here in the same colors of each other... they were murdering everyone around, citizens and the like. Anger coursed through her body, and Gig gave an inward smirk, as he doesn't have control of the body. "Heh, I forget often that you had such feelings for the insects." "Shut it Gig, we're going in." Gig whooped in excitement, the black Onyx Sword that resides on Revya's back was pulsing with red and black energy. Revya ran from where she was, the demon blade in hand as she charged at a group of soldiers that were just about to shoot down some children. Revya didn't even need to use their special attacks... yet. "Rivers of blood…
mountains of flesh!
A glorious world of pain!
Feeble humans,
crushed like the insects they are!" "Woof woof, doggy."
"Damn, I was just gonna say that!" "Who am I? Oh, only the most hardcore a**-kicker to ever walk the planet is all. The Master of Death! Commander of the World Eaters! But, hell, you can just call me Gig." "I just don’t have the energy to put up with idiots. She makes me wanna punch kittens…""You scratch my back, I crush yours. Sweet deal, right?" "The baddest of the bad!
The maddest of the mad!
Killer of kings and destroyer of worlds!"
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Lilian "Lily" Strife 
