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 Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2005 12:41 am
Irvine smirked.
"Yes. You prefer living flesh over the dead. Thats very intresting considering you surround yourself with dead, artificial, and metallic things Mastema. You don't know what living is. Infact, I'm pretty sure you can't tell the difference between a living being and a dead one. The only person you could even claim to know that is alive is your son. And even then, he was made from a test tube. And your right. I don't understand a thing. I don't understand several things. Like the fact that you have a fallen angel in your Citadel. I'm curious. Who exactly is it?"
Irvine's aura never dimmed. He saw the scythe form and smirked again. He waited for a reply or for Mastema to make a move.
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Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2005 12:46 am
*He grinned again* I assure you.... I know dead all too well. You're leading my remarks into unsound conclusions before you know anything about me. There is no point in me explaining it to you..... However, do not count on leaving this citadel. *Mastema moves the scythe behind him and then, oddly, thrusts the scythe straight down into the ground, the crimson blade sinking into the concrete. A bloody sludge forms under Irvines feet as five clawed hands raise up to slash Irvine, perhaps even launch him into the air*
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Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2005 12:57 am
Irvine leapt backwards as soon as he saw the clawed hands grab at him. He flipped in mid-air and landed some way aways from the glob of clawed hands. Irvine was now staring at Mastema with suspiscion in his eyes. He kept his blade on his shoulder and at the ready while he waited for Mastema's next move.
"Come now Mastema. I know this isn't your best. Hell, I know this isn't even your mediocre."
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Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2005 1:08 am
My best? Irvine.... I would not show my best to an undeserving being like yourself. Oh I do not mean to belittle you...... *He pulls the blade out of the ground as it returns to its normal form* .... I merely say that your type is not deserving of it. *Indeed Mastema wasn't even trying, yet. He hadn't even moved from his stand point* Not riled enough yet? Allow me to motivate you..... *Mastema focuses his telekinesis and concentrates it into a ball, before launching it. However, it didn't strike Irvine, it merely flung Xol's limp form into the air once more*
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Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2005 1:15 am
Irvine leaped into the air and caught Xol. He landed and set him on his back. Xol needed help and he needed it now. Irvine knew how to cut his losses and decided it was time to leave. His aura burned low but remained in tact. The insignia on his forehead disappated. He sheathed his sword at his side and faced Mastema once more.
"Ugh...more delusions of grandeur. Thats the last thing an evil villian like your self needs...an ego boost. I have to say, this has been fun Mastema, but as you can see Xol is going to die if I don't get him some help. So until next time."
Irvine's aura flared around him. There was a bright flash of white and Irvine was gone with Xol.
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Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2005 1:24 am
((Aww you kidnapped my slave ;-; meanie. Oh well I have plans for him anyway ^^ *shakes fist*))
*He frowned as they left* Hmph..... he thinks I will give this up so easily? Afraid not stare *He starts to walk off*
Zeno: Keh.... wimp...... *He starts to walk Slayer back to the north tower*
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Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2005 1:26 am
::He stands up as they all start to walk away, and scratches his head::
Is anyone going to explain to me what the hell that was earlier with the angel, the wierd robot, and your defenses going nuts?
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Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2005 1:35 am
I am not sure myself, Himura. I shall inquire to the citadel defense breach, but I have a theory. As for that drone, it's the prototype to the citadel defense. It has been assigned to guard the most valuable of my associates. Do keep yourself restrained, Himura, it is unlikely that there is an intruder in this citadel of which I am not aware. *With that, Mastema simply fades from his place*
*in the east tower, several floating 4B drones, usually made for observing, were carefully repairing the prototypes legs and shoulder with their small tools. the prototype was shut down for now*
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Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2005 1:40 am
*Nana had found an empty bench and has made herself as comfortable as possible. Watching the drones poke and prod the proto-type, and seeing the damage slowly being fixed up Nana lets a sigh of relief that the damage was not any worse*
--.--
*sigh*
What was all that about anyways? Test subject?
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Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2005 1:41 am
::He sighed lightly, and started back towards his end of town. Once on his way however he noticed that same energy from ealier was over at the eastern guard tower. He wanted to appologize for being so hasty towards her so he made his way that direction::
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Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2005 1:46 am
*The shoulder was fixed and the legs almost done. The prototype remained offline*
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Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2005 1:50 am
*Nana's chin rest in the flat palm of one of her hands as she continued to watch repairs being done on the valient proto-type. Her wings remain closed and tight to her back*
...thank you.
*She knew it probably couldn't hear her, but she thanked it all the same for putting up the effort against odds unknown*
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Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2005 1:57 am
::He walked withing sight of the tower now. He figured that soon he would be either stopped or questioned by a mechanical guard, but he continued to walk forward hoping to walk up to where he sensed her. Although the blade at his side began to glow slightly::
Hmm back for the angel again? I like it when you have blind bloodlust master....
Shush sword I am not going to attack the Lord's friend... No matter what you have to say...
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Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2005 1:59 am
*All of the guards were inside and being resupplied. The room Nana was in was crowded with mechs, with the prototype being laid on a platform for repairs. Tyr would find a normal sized door along the wall, all the hangar doors being closed*
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Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2005 2:03 am
*The door was unlocked, and Nana was about 2 arm lengths to the right of it, still sitting on the bench with her chin in palm. Nana was thinking over the whole event. Tyrsais, the robots, Mastema, Zenogais... it was quite the evening*
--.o
*huff*
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