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 Posted: Sat Sep 19, 2009 2:51 pm
*she looks at the the people* really i didnt really come through here to fight i only came here to get directions to ladia i have never been in this town before and in my journeys things got switched towns and cities got bigger and towns just popped up out of no where i would like to get home *goes back to her table an sharpens her sword* if you know anything please come to my table and we will talk
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Posted: Sat Sep 19, 2009 4:39 pm
Continued. In the common sense, in death you don't think of words, you use emotional feelings to determine you thoughts, like child whom cannot speak, or an animal that can't either. Brother...
Mother...
Father...
Sister...?
What...
Wait...
Father!
Who?
When... Harlocks quick and jitting thoughts came and passed him like the sign of a dieing quasar star. The cruel thing was, no it still is. There is no escape. Out of the perceptive bounds of death a soft feminine touch, it was warm and soft. Soft like it could only come from the most beautiful creature in the universe. How lies feed their legend. He couldn't tell where touch had touched him. He didn't know his anatomy. He didn't know if he had arms or if he had a tail. He couldn't recognize himself or distinguish anything. But Harlock focused on this feeling, this wonderful feeling. He started to retain thoughts and form complete sentences in the still unfamiliar falling sensation of being dead. To Be Continued...
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Posted: Sat Sep 19, 2009 4:53 pm
Zeferino heard what she had said and waited for a bit to finish something in his book. He slow closed it with a smile and rose out of his chair. He looked for the young lady that was just talking to him. He finds her sharpening her weapons at a table. He walked over to her with his book in his left hand. "My child, do you wish to speaks with me." he said softly to her, but loud enough for her to hear in the noisy tavern.
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Posted: Sat Sep 19, 2009 4:57 pm
Continued. He couldn't tell where touch had touched him. He didn't know his anatomy. He didn't know if he had arms or if he had a tail. He couldn't recognize himself or distinguish anything. But Harlock focused on this feeling, this wonderful feeling. He started to retain thoughts and form complete sentences in the still unfamiliar falling sensation of being dead.
He asked and she answered.
He gave a series of questiones, and he started to recognize his form. One unique feature he discovered was the difference between his two halves, and what's on the inside of him.
So what am I doing here?
That's a secret!
How did I die?
Still a secret.
What's your name?
Secret.
Okay... So who am I?
Your name is Harlock. A gilded man destined to walk the hallow grounds alone.
At this point he felt his right hand starting to itch as the pain grew stronger. It started to burn, and burn even more. Only his right hand, and he lost control of it. It flexed and tensed, moved completely on it's own.
He felt the ravinous thoughts coming from his hand and the soft secretive angel left him. To Be Continued...
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Posted: Sat Sep 19, 2009 5:05 pm
*she looks up at the priest and smiles softly* please sit let me clear a spot for you i fear i am a tad bit messy when it comes to my weapons* she gets up and moves the urn to her side and sets it onto the chair next to her as if it was a living person and returns to her weapons moving her daggers to the side* i appologize for my mess, i am looking for the quickest route from here to ladia i have not been there for many years and i would like to finally give the one i love some rest from all of my travels but because of the vile ones at the east wall i fear Arcadia has other plans for me this night you have a book of Vala it looks quite old may i ask when it was published
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Posted: Sat Sep 19, 2009 5:22 pm
He smiles at her as she clean her area of her urn and weapons. "That is all good my child." he softly said to her. He slow sat down right across from her. "The quickies way is to go north west from here. You should reach it in a day or two by walking." he said softly to her. She asked him about his book of Vala. He looks down at it. "It was the first copy of the first one given to the church. They gave it to me as a parting gift when I left there." looked back up at her. "Now child could you tell me your name. My is Zeferino Laranjo the V." he said to her.
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Posted: Sat Sep 19, 2009 5:32 pm
my name is Lyrik Kanthyonis it is nice to meet you Zeferino*she smiles at him and looks towards the others in the room* your the first follower of Vala that i have met in years especially one to get this close to me without trying to hack off my head*she gives a soft laugh* but we shall leave our fighting at the doorif we are to do so with the creatures that are at the wall they will mostlikely go after my poor horse mydnight then come after us. death to all of them i say immortality is overrated especially when the price that is to be given is the loss of children *she looks again at him* but we shall talk about better times now. where are you from?
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Posted: Sat Sep 19, 2009 5:35 pm
Continued.
At this point he felt his right hand starting to itch as the pain grew stronger. It started to burn, and burn even more. Only his right hand, and he lost control of it. It flexed and tensed, moved completely on it's own.
He felt the ravinous thoughts coming from his hand and the soft secretive angel left him.
He woke up from his diabolic slumber. Breathing hard, and a little sweaty, teared up, and a little dirty. He stood up from the dirty ground and found himself almost fully undressed. It puzzled him but he was barely starting to understand. His breathing slowed and almost started to sulk, wiping the tears and lastimony from his face. He started to understand a little more.
Then from a concisive short distance he noticed a silhouette.
The silhouette had no face, no eyes, no soul! It changed shapes before him in the most horrifying display. At first it was in the shape of a boy, an older person, then a girl, another man, another child, an old man, another girl... The forms were almost endless, all the shapes could even have names, and thoughts. Especially the last one, which was him. "STOP IT! STOP IT! GET AWAY! LEAVE ME ALONE." He cowered, almost started to cry like a scared child. Harlock put his arms over his head, turned away and stuck his face to the ground to get away from the disturbing presence.
It gained volume and his face. It marched near him as his armour grew on his reflection. The cold sound of steel brushing against itself. Harlock screamed in terror, he crawled as much as he could. It still got closer, the sounds of bounded chains, and dragging objects. Foot steps and malevolent breathing came from the suit. The armour shined but the darkness inside of the armour was eating the light slowly...
To Be Continued.
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Posted: Sat Sep 19, 2009 5:42 pm
"I don't kill the ones that don't harm the humans. I purge the ones that try to get hurt or harm." he said soft trying to ease her worry. He looks at her with a soft. voice he said. "Yes, lets talk about the better days of life. Now I'm from the city of Valaria. I lived in the church for most of my life." He looked at the table remembering the times of fun and laughter he had. He looks back at Lyrik. "Now where do you hail from Lyrik?" he asked her.
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Posted: Sat Sep 19, 2009 5:50 pm
Continued.
Foot steps and malevolent breathing came from the suit. The armour shined but the darkness inside of the armour was eating the light slowly. Harlock feared it, he didn't know why. It must be because he was afraid of death, it is familiar at this point.
Harlock noticed his body was branded, with hot iron and tattoos, even piercing. The illumination that came from the marching suit gave him the light to see himself. VLS, Templar, Crosses, TAQ, BL where the first he could dismiss. He knew immediately what they where. Others where letters and symbols that he could not make out.
The sound stopped behind him, and his marks all vanished. Harlock stood up to confront the suit of armour. He was not afraid any more. He was better then this. Interruption of his glory, when the cold hallow suit poointed at the only mark that will never vanish from Harlock.
Harlock then woke up from his dream, he was in a tub filled with water. Instinctively his right hand touched his heart. He wore a heart-stain, the cresent of what he really is.
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Posted: Sat Sep 19, 2009 5:51 pm
Ladia its been such a long time since i have been there but i need to go back and let my husband go *she looks at the urn* i realize now that even though he turned me he did it to save my life as well as his *smiles remembering her family*i am what you consider one of the fallen to harm a human is like harming what remaining strings of humanity i consider that i have left even when i first turned Kyrian pleaded with me to feed and finally he would let me feed from him to continue living now thanks to the blood banks and unsuspecting deer i can stay alive. *she looks down at her weapons* they tell me ladia is no more is it true?
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Posted: Sat Sep 19, 2009 6:04 pm
He took a deep breath, as he got out of the tub. As he gussied himself up he recollected his current status. Without his suit of armour on he felt as if there was no such thing as gravity. He felt more comfortable as he continued to embrace himself more of his heavy exterior. For some odd reason it make a clammering sound that can only emerge from chains. Yet his suit only chain enclosed in other material for his straps, and to reduce noise to nothing. Even his thick layers of chain mail were the same.
The only real conlcusion about this noise, is that it was all in his head. For even the surround encounters did not hear his ridicule. Harlock's armour is the best thing for everyday, atleast that is what he say's. Remarkable, it can be hot outside and it would feel great under my suit. I can run in this, and have the same mobility as if I didn't have it on.
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Posted: Sat Sep 19, 2009 6:09 pm
He listen to what she said. He gives her a nod. "Yes, it's true. The angels of Arcadia left a great weapon of light and turned it to ruins for their sins. The ones that lived were told to never to commit the sin again, but a least that was about 900 years ago." he said to her. "I sorry to give you the grave news of it, but when I'm done here I will be glad to take you there." he said smiling at her. He felt a little sorry for her but he could not lie to anyone.
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Posted: Sat Sep 19, 2009 6:32 pm
*she looks at him and shakes her head* theres a chance that my husbands kind have moved there to try to rebuild it but if you say is true then i fear only ghosts are there now. but there could be creatures worse then us vampires there*takes a look at her nitting needles* i havent come across any of them in my journey but who knows. i perfer that humans dont watch me feed *looks at her untouched glass and smiles* its not proper, but if you dont mind hunting deer for food then you can take me
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Posted: Sat Sep 19, 2009 6:46 pm
"I don't mind at all." he said to her. "But I do have something to do before we leave thou. I came here to help the people of this town from danger so if you don't mind if you could wait for in till tomorrow." He said softly to her. He rose out from his chair. "Now I leave you so you can drank. May the gods watch over you my child." he said walking back to counter where the things were.
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