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 Posted: Tue Dec 28, 2010 10:00 am
 Rank: Trainee ≈≈≈ Energy: 438 ≈≈≈ Seer Liliana smiled and got up with the creature in her hands. "Then let's go meet up with Luna and her one friend," she said to Feather and the little creature as she left the gardens. Focusing on the creature as she walked, she noticed it had no name. "And I'll call you Aura."(exit)
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Posted: Tue Dec 28, 2010 10:10 am
 Tsubasa Sonitus-Confuto
♮   ♯
Tsubasa was thoroughly confused. None of her questions were answered and it almost seemed as if the seer didn't hear her.
{The dragon-looking thing needs some manners,} Sora commented as he clambered up to Feather's shoulder once more.
Tsubasa chided, {Oh, come on. It wasn't that bad,} as she followed Lilliana.
The goblin walked passively in the back as usual. By now, word had gotten around that a small girl had recently taken to having a goblin as a pet of sorts so the former looks of hostility were much more rarer and less harsher than before.
♭ -Exit-  Energy: 775/900 Ammo: 180/180  Energy: 250/275 (OOC: )
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2011 11:02 pm
Azrael Noce Pharos | Yuran | Adept| Shadowknight | Energy Max: 900 | Ammunition Max: 180 | Strength: 10 | Speed: 0.5|  Shadows of Fear sweep across the soul.....
Azrael leaned against one of the ice pillars, letting the cool water run under his armor and soothe his scarred flesh. He shifted so that there was no danger of S accidentally getting wet, and absently reached up and scratched the kitten behind his ears as he waited for Cassandra to catch up to them.  ....the Shadowknights have risen on wings of despair.
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2011 11:11 pm
 Cαssαи∂яα Дяια∂иɛ Ɖιмιтяι
[Sʋccʋвʋs] [Ƭrιcκsтɛr] [Sтяɛиɢтн: 5] [Sρɛɛ∂: 9] [Tяαιиɛɛ] [Ƴʋяαи] [Cιтιʓɛи] “Ƭнιs doesn't make much sense. Think far out, but Im' still locked ιи…” xxxxCasandra’s breath caught in her throat with a hushed gasp as she caught sight of the pristine world that stretched before her eyes. Ice pillars rose and fell with crystalline grace and clarity, spanning the horizon and causing Cassandra’s jaw to drop as she approached Azrael. She rested her hand on his arm, reaching up with her other hand to rub S behind the ears as she took in the sight of the glass-covered glacial world that she had wandered into. When she finally managed to form enough of a coherent thought to speak, her words were hushed.
xxxx”What is this place?” She took several steps forward, whispering as if speaking too loudly would shatter this glacial piece of Eden. Tentatively, as if fearing that it was a dream, she reached out to touch an ice pillar before turning back to look at Azrael. “This place. It’s beautiful.” “…Ɩ'м still lost, walking circles. The floor swallowed me up; there's nowhere to ɢσ..." 
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2011 11:11 pm
 Dansk Metallium[Altered Werewolf | Trickster | Air][HUMAN FORM]
Dansk had been leaning up against the Glacin trying to relax under the cascading awua when he had fallen asleep; the journey to Pronta had been exhausting, and he hadn't been able to find the inn. So here he was asleep in the Floating Gardens, though not too aware of it, he wasn't a particularly lucid dreamer.
Dansk stood on the edge of the ocean on a great beach, white sand behind him, and a cool blue ocean in front of him, just lapping at his ankles softly. He didn't even notice the cables that seemed to appear in midair and run into his body at various points, penetrating his skin and sliding under it, like a set of metallic veins to companion his natural ones. The ocean occasionally erupted in great geysers of pink foam, however all he could do was stare, with a peaceful expression on his face. He knew however, that the ocean was rising very slowly...
Dansk's mouth opened slightly as a barely audible snore whispered out, a glob of saliva forming at the corner of his mouth, as his dream continued.
[Strength: 7 -- Speed: 9 -- Energy: 350 ]
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2011 11:20 pm
Azrael Noce Pharos | Yuran | Adept| Shadowknight | Energy Max: 900 | Ammunition Max: 180 | Strength: 10 | Speed: 0.5| Shadows of Fear sweep across the soul.....
"These are the 'Floating Gardens' of Pronta. Up high, you can see small patches of flowers of various kinds. Those flowers live and thrive on the pristine waters of these Glacins, pillars of everwarm, ever melting ice. The water that pours down here is cleaner than anything save for melted snow straight from the sky, and yet at the same time it is only slightly cool. And yes, it is indeed beautiful - one of the rarest sights in this world. Few people even in Pronta know what lies in their yard." He stood up slowly, still scratching S's ears. He could scent the sleeping lycanthrope nearby, but it was strange - this werewolf was not one he recognized, and he hadn't heard of a new arrival. He shifted his head to watch as Cassandra spun in place, looking at the pillars around her, and a smile creased his unseen lips. The pillars of ice were not the only thing of beauty in his eyes. ....the Shadowknights have risen on wings of despair.
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2011 11:35 pm
Cαssαи∂яα Дяια∂иɛ Ɖιмιтяι
[Sʋccʋвʋs] [Ƭrιcκsтɛr] [Sтяɛиɢтн: 5] [Sρɛɛ∂: 9] [Tяαιиɛɛ] [Ƴʋяαи] [Cιтιʓɛи] “Ƭнιs doesn't make much sense. Think far out, but Im' still locked ιи…” xxxxMoving with as much speed as she was physically capable of, Cassandra returned to Azrael’s side faster than she had thought possible, and placed a hand against his chest, gently pushing him back down into a sitting position. Seating herself next to him so close that her arm brushed his gauntlet, her hip pressed against his, their knees touching gently, Cassandra sighed. Tilting her face up to let the sun warm her pale ivory skin, her perfectly symmetrical features, her brilliant red hair caught the light and seemed to glow, giving the illusion of shivering flames though there was no wind. The copper color caught the golden light and haloed her pale face in her amber curls. She peeked shyly at Azrael out of the corner of her eye and closed her eyes before breaking the silence.
xxxx”Do you ever remove your helmet?” Her words were still uttered as a whisper, her lips barely moving as she spoke. Her skin was hyper sensitive, fully aware of the feeling of Azrael’s armor brushing against her arm and leg as she allowed herself to be fully enveloped in the purity, the serenity, of one of the most pristine places on earth. “…Ɩ'м still lost, walking circles. The floor swallowed me up; there's nowhere to ɢσ..."
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2011 11:40 pm
Dansk Metallium[Altered Werewolf | Trickster | Air/]
The ocean had been rising for some time now, but suddenly the entire ocean had drawn back to reveal the white sand of the beach dropping into an abyss of blackness. Dansk try to lean forward for another look, but the cables held him tightly in place.
Dansk's head had rolled forward while he was sleeping, and the water was now running down his back, in hindsight, he realized he should have removed his top, vest and headband before going under the water but there was nothing he could about it now.
The darkness of the abyss was getting scary now, and he tried to look up at the blindingly bright sun shining down on the beach; the light of hope.
Dansk's head now rolled back, his mouth agape as a much louder snore erupted and water began to pour into his mouth.
He could hear a rumbling now, looking down from the sun to abyss stretched out before him, he could see pink foam bubbling on the surface of the blackness , from the foam erupted a spout of water which began to widen, further and further into a tidal wave which began to bear down on him. In the great wave were two eyes, brown, but bright and cruel.
"...Papa?" questioned Dansk as the wave crashed down on him and he was swallowed by the water.
Dansk woke with a start, choking on the water that had been running down his throat and into his lungs, he fell forward, grasping at his chest as he coughed and spluttered, ejecting a small stream of water from his lungs through his mouth, his eyes squeezed shut as he forced back the tears of pain and shock.
[Strength: 7 -- Speed: 9 -- Energy: 350 ]
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2011 11:42 pm
Azrael Noce Pharos | Yuran | Adept| Shadowknight | Energy Max: 900 | Ammunition Max: 180 | Strength: 10 | Speed: 0.5| Shadows of Fear sweep across the soul.....
"I told you, I am a monster. One as beautiful as you should not bear the mockery of man that I am. There are already enough people who have been burdened with the weight of seeing me as I am. And besides, this place... Is too peaceful, too pure, for the harshness of my features to be bared within it." One leather finger twisted to point at the snoring lycanthrope. "And too many people around as it is." Azrael chuckled, but this time the sound was devoid of the warmth that he had had since meeting her. "To answer your question, yes, yes I have. Normally in the depths of the bar, when I am trying to drown my past away." Then the sound of the head hitting the water reached him, and the Shadowknight stood back up suddenly. "But never to actually drown myself!" He strode over and hoisted the lycanthrope to his feet and slammed one leather clad hand against the werewolf's back to clear his lungs, then returned to the spot beside Cassandra. ....the Shadowknights have risen on wings of despair.
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2011 11:56 pm
Dansk Metallium[Altered Werewolf | Trickster | Air/]
Dansk was hoisted to his feet an assisted by some extremely large dark shape, he could barely see having so recently awoken, the tears not helping. The shape slightly resembled the beast in the water from his dreams, the amalgamation of all the kind but cruel people from the facility. They weren't mean to him, but they didn't care for him either, and the experiments... no one should have to go through all that.
"...Papa?" he questioned in the direction of the giant dark shape with his first breath, uncoiling his fingers and releasing his clenched fist from his sopping wet white singlet top. He straightened up and rubbed the tears from his eyes as he tried to focus in on the dark shape, and as it took form he realized it most definitely wasn't the beast.
Rubbing the back of his head he smiled impishly at the still quite blurry but discernible shape of the person, who had given him assistance, and the woman near him, droplets running off his body and crashing ever-so elegantly to the ground.
[Strength: 7 Speed: 9 Energy: 350 ]
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[The battle of Seduction vs Hyper Pheromone begins now!]
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2011 11:57 pm
Cαssαи∂яα Дяια∂иɛ Ɖιмιтяι
[Sʋccʋвʋs] [Ƭrιcκsтɛr] [Sтяɛиɢтн: 5] [Sρɛɛ∂: 9] [Tяαιиɛɛ] [Ƴʋяαи] [Cιтιʓɛи] “Ƭнιs doesn't make much sense. Think far out, but Im' still locked ιи…” xxxxCassandra listened patiently to Azrael’s words before turning her head and opening her azure eyes to look at him, tilting her head slightly, by infinitesimal degrees, to one side curiously. Her aquamarine eyes found his crimson eyes and locked onto the scarlet depths, as if Cassandra were trying to look into his very soul. She studied Azrael for a moment, the sleeping kitten that was S still perched on his shoulder, before laying her hand against his wrist and gazing at him evenly. There was something about him that he was hiding, and being herself, Cassandra was completely determined to figure out just what that was.
xxxx”My beauty? I have news for you, Sir Azrael. I’m not beautiful. Especially not in comparison to this place.” She whispered into the calm silence of the glacial world around them before pausing, pondering something for a moment. She looked up at him shyly and smiled a bit. “What if I said please?” “…Ɩ'м still lost, walking circles. The floor swallowed me up; there's nowhere to ɢσ..."
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Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2011 12:03 am
((-.-; Auggy, I'm two ranks higher than BOTH of you. Neither her seduction effects or your Pheromones are going to affect my RPC. So that 'battle' is going to wait until ya'll rank up some.))
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Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2011 12:05 am
I_am_Ronnel_no_Fenniksu ((-.-; Auggy, I'm two ranks higher than BOTH of you. Neither her seduction effects or your Pheromones are going to affect my RPC. So that 'battle' is going to wait until ya'll rank up some.)) [Oh tarnation, can I pretend it has in OOC? XD /gets all catty despite being a wolf]
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Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2011 12:07 am
Azrael Noce Pharos | Yuran | Adept| Shadowknight | Energy Max: 900 | Ammunition Max: 180 | Strength: 10 | Speed: 0.5| Shadows of Fear sweep across the soul.....
Azrael laughed aloud - both at the absurdity of the question from the werewolf who looked like a waterlogged rat, and at the denial from Cassandra. "Miss Cassandra, you sell yourself far short. This place has a pristine beauty, the kind that makes people afraid to touch it. Your beauty... it entices people, draws them in closer." He squeezed her hand before glancing at the wet werewolf. "I'm not your 'Papa' kid. If you head over to the steam parlor, they should have towels for you to dry off." Azrael's nose was itching slightly, and he snorted and placed a hand coated with negative energy under the gap in between his helmet and breastplate. ....the Shadowknights have risen on wings of despair.
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Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2011 12:08 am
I_am_Ronnel_no_Fenniksu ((-.-; Auggy, I'm two ranks higher than BOTH of you. Neither her seduction effects or your Pheromones are going to affect my RPC. So that 'battle' is going to wait until ya'll rank up some.)) ((:3 -Raises hand- For the record... -tackles Ronnel and sticks an irremoveable sticker on his forehead reading PROPERTY OF SHAY- Mine. Just sayin'.))
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