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 Posted: Tue Sep 27, 2011 5:25 pm
Kira would stop and turn to face Oni, to reply to his question, a single dark scale was along his neckline.
"It is Taking Damage over time, at first it was a very nice place, the town it's self is fine for the time, but the outposts we have are starting to become waste lands of battlefields of old. And I Never Said i was going to Die, I Rather incase something happens, That there could be something done about it. Not a Fan of Death myself, But then again, Who is."
Kira Would Resume his March. His eye's focused on his mission at hand.
"I Am here to Complete my Mission, I Won't Let Lacus or You Down."
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Posted: Wed Sep 28, 2011 12:04 am
"Indeed."
Finally, Lucas arrived in the library. He'd look to everyone, smiling and laughing quietly as he expected to see just what he saw. His comrades were not too thrilled to be browsing through books, although Raven was indulging herself-again, just as Lucas expected.
Noticing a small amount of tension around his comrades, Lucas would tap the furled piece of paper he received from Grants on the nearest table. "I didn't mean to make you wait long. I've got some good news though. I ran into General Grants before I got here and it sounds like he's been able to help us considerably. This list here has the records of all relic holders within Heaven. I've also been tipped off by the Council that we may be able to find one of the Virtues in Yabbashael. Yabbashael is the Capital Cathedral of Heaven, a city that's heavily influenced with spirituality and religious discipline. I suppose if I were to compare cities, St. Anne is driven more by military and political issues."
The Imperfect One started tapping the furled list on his hip as he paced around his comrades, "There's just one small issue. If we do find the a Virtue there I will have some problems. I don't expect us to simply take the Virtue without a fight. If it was a matter that could be resolved with discussion I wouldn't be worried but I'm fairly sure that we'll need to take the Virtue by force. With that said, I'm going to have to have to hold an audience with the governing Celestial there, Aaron so he doesn't give any official orders to attack back. I'll have Raven come with me while the rest of you search for the Virtue."
Lucas didn't hesitate to snap his fingers, allowing little time for his comrades to question him. A dim, illuminating veil of energy would suddenly glow with life over each of his comrade's skin. Raven and Wyndom would know of this technique well as it was his [Second Skin] skill. Kain, Avery, Negi, Wyndom, and Raven would feel a comforting warmth around their bodies as Lucas started to synchronize their senses with the surrounding light. The leader of Heaven was bestowing a sixth sense that would serve multiple purposes. At first the amount of information flowing into everyone would be a little overwhelming but the feeling would soon fade.
As a radar would, the [Second Skin] would pinpoint everyone's location without the need to extend energy or seek out aura's. What each person saw or felt physically the others would be aware of as well. The significance in this was to let Lucas keep in contact with his comrades while they were separated. Lucas' technique had other purposes as well but for now the Imperfect Celestial would not spoil his Comrades just yet.
"Follow me. We're leaving now." The gang would be able to ask questions as Lucas turned to walk down the stairs....
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((Will continue in a second post ))
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Posted: Wed Sep 28, 2011 2:19 am
DarkKingJilly [Location: Earth, City of Rosewood]
One. Two...
Dylan had counted the number of guards he saw at a glance as he peeked around a corner. Having placed himself in one of the manufacturing districts, Dylan arrived at the drop off point just in time. He had snuck into a building that seemed to be active throughout the night as well as the day. The noise of workers could be heard in the distance as they hammered away and drilled at whatever it was that they were making.
Inside, Dylan spotted a man and of course his two guards. Looking up there was at least two floors and each floor had a railed platform. Although they were probably used by supervisors, Dylan could easily see numerous guards flooding each floor. The first floor was rather open though. There were large machines at the walls, generators or something of the sort. Dylan wasn't too sure since the entire room was dimly lit. The room was big enough to probably fit half of a football field so Dylan could not easily move himself without being spotted. And since his target was at the center of the room, Dylan had little choice but to wait.
A well suited man was holding a box that was either made of some sort of metal. Although it looked heavy, the man was carrying it with ease. In fact it looked as if he was holding it very close to him. Was there something precious inside? Dylan was here to find out after all. The first guard, the one to the man's left was dressed in all black as well. He had a sword strapped to his back and a rather intimidating gun his left hand. As far as Dylan could tell it was some sort of fully automatic rifle. This guard didn't seem to be dressed in any heavy combat gear but he was sure ready for some action. The second guard was a bit shorter than the other two but they didn't appear to have any weapons on their person. But Dylan would not doubt that they were fully capable of killing a person with efficiency.
"......."
The more Dylan looked at the scenario the more Dylan saw this as a mission he was probably not right for. Granted he accepted the mission knowing his informant would give him little details. Dylan wouldn't lie- he saw the payout and had probably got carried away.
Glancing around the room once more, Dylan saw two exits. The one he was ducking around and one more at the end of the room, opposite to him. The door had just opened when Dylan noticed it. One man walked in with a suitcase but he could not distinguish any distinct features yet. ((Such a sloppy post xD This isn't necessary for anyone to read.)) [Location: Earth, City of Rosewood]
"Of course these guys weren't normal..."
Panting, Dylan ran through the darkened lots of the factories and warehouses. His head was bleeding and his body looked like it had narrowly escaped incinerated. Blood stained the ground as he ran, his crimson life dripping slowly down his neck and onto his right shoulder. Although his katana was being held in his right hand he was holding onto something carefully with his left. Wrapped, the package had an egg shape and it was safe to assume that it was fragile by the way Dylan was holding it.
Just what had happened?!
Soon, Dylan would find an open door into another factory by stumbling into it with his shoulder. Nearly tripping on the way in, Dylan noticed that he had broken into a changing room. Lockers lined the walls and random tools and small equipment was scattered over the tables and the benches. "This will do..."
Opening a locker, Dylan carefully put the package within. He'd then drag himself on, pushing into the darkness of the factory. He'd recall the events that put him into this mess...
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While lurking behind the scenes, Dylan listened in to the conversation between the businessmen. The man with the suitcase went on about how much of an investment he was making, the man with the box not especially caring unless he got his money. As far as Dylan could tell the package had high significance as it was supposed to 'change things'. However, before Dylan could make a plan to retrieve the box, the young swordsman noticed a blue butterfly float past him.
Glowing with a lively blue aura, the butterfly floated gracefully around the young swordsman. This was not a good sign! Flashing, the butterfly exploded near Dylan's head, violently tossing him backwards. Crashing into some pipes, Dylan crashed into the ground as steam filled the room. Although Dylan was in a lot of pain, the young swordsman wasn't quite out for the count yet. Having been used to supernatural attacks, Dylan had learned to react quickly when things looked odd. He had leaped back just in time before concussive force of the explosion could either blow his head off or knock him out. Regardless of Dylan's consciousness status his presence was no doubt known.
"Damn....Damn that was too much."
Struggling to stand up, Dylan's ears rang and his vision was black at his right side. He'd sway to the side as he stumbled to his left. He'd lean against a large machine while breathing heavily. He'd soon notice a blurry image standing within the doorway. The shorter guard had come to confront Dylan and by the looks of it this guard had supernatural abilities.
"Interesting. I barely sensed your presence. But I'm afraid you'll be dying here."
The guard spoke, his voice calm and foreboding. His hood and scarf covered this guard's features but Dylan was sure that there were eyes locked onto the young swordsman.
"Not....yet."
Dylan stepped back into the steam, his form fading away. As he stepped back he'd see three forms of blue light float towards him. In an action of twisted fate, Dylan would fall back, unable to stand properly from the concussion. The machine he was leaning against had enough room to roll under and that was exactly what Dylan would do! The butterflies of light would explode but Dylan would be slipping himself under the machine and to the other side.
Scrambling to his feet, Dylan stumbled forward, falling into a a stairwell that lead upwards to the other floors. His adrenaline started to pump and his body began climbed the stairs on it's own. Dylan was now trying to survive as he knew full well that he was in no condition to fight right now. Scurrying up the stairs, Dylan could see his shadow form in an eerie blue aura. The first assassin was persistent! The assassin walked at a steady pace as he let his butterflies seek and destroy.
Dylan would slip through the door and shut it behind him, sliding himself to the side of the door to to prepare an ambush. Although instead of getting the jump on the assassin the door was flung foward, an explosion forced the door open, unhinging it. Flying forward, the door soared towards the second assassin and the two businessmen. The other assassin leaped to the side as both of the other men were hit with the door! The box and the suitcase went flying towards the second exit that Dylan noticed earlier.
The young swordsman would dash forward and leap off of the ledge, rolling as he touched the ground. He'd run and throw his scabbard at the eyes of the gun wielding assassin. Shooting at the scabbard, the second assassin attempted to shoot Dylan but the young swordsman would flank to the right. He'd slash at the second assassin's hands and wrists, cutting the guard in time to keep the guy from shooting his target. Dylan would not hesitate to scoop up the egg shaped package that had rolled out of it's box before running for the second exit.
Dylan would attempt to hide himself and regain his senses. It had become a game of cat and mouse between the two assassins and Dylan....
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"......"
Opening his eyes, Dylan realized that he had passed out in a dark corner. So far he had not been caught but he couldn't afford to pass out again. He'd have to start planning a counter-attack or a clean escape. Either way, Dylan would firm the grip on his katana and lower his brow...
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Posted: Wed Sep 28, 2011 6:37 pm
Raven snapped her book shut with a sigh of resignation. She returned the tome to it's shelf before she turned and drifted back to their gathered group. Her studies had brought her further than she expected; cross-tracing auras with books led her to track what information led to further information until she was fully submersed in her tracking--so much so she was reluctant to pull away, as if waking from a deep sleep that clung tenaciously to her mind. Shaking from her silent reverie she gently patted Wyndom on his shoulder as she passed with a grin. "Hopefully this time around you won't disappear again." To the four comrades she nodded to, trailing after her Parabatai.
"Do you think Aaron will yield to our quest so easily? And what are you prepared to let me do if he does not?" She fell in step at her favorite position, flanking Lucas at his left side. As per usual her gaze took in the details around them; There was a sinewy grace to which she moved, cat-like and light. She had long-since prepared to shift gears and jump into action is necessary. Lucas was necessary to arrange the proper audiences. She knew without a doubt that his title as a leader was both a commodity and a danger to them all. The stress on him was no different for us. He felt responsibility and pressure--no doubt from his own comrades as well as the council he reported to. Seeking out Aaron was a step in the right direction--and though her second question held an air of amusement to it, the darkness within her knew she could more than easily force the hand she wanted to be dealt. Instead she offered a wicked smile, her arms crossing against her ribs as she chuckled at the thought.
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Posted: Wed Sep 28, 2011 8:28 pm
Lucas would look to Raven, watching her as he would a wild panther. Such a question was a dangerous one to ask but it was more so to answer. However he would reply, "Your first priority is to protect me. You are my Vanguard."
Once again, the Imperfect Angel would take his comrades to the Outpost of St. Anne. The gatekeepers watched silently, bowing as everyone approached the portal. Lucas would instruct the guards to have the portal take them all to Yabbashael.
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"Alright....Wyndom, you're in charge again. We cannot leave without the Virtue. I'd also suggest not to kill unless necessary. " Handing the list of relic holders to Wyndom, Lucas would give him a thumbs up. "If I recall, you should be looking for a man called Sizouze. If any of you need to get in contact with me just press down on your right wrist. The Second Skin I gave you all will alert me."
With that Lucas turned to Raven, nodding. If anyone had any more questions now was the time to ask them. Otherwise Lucas would lead Raven off to Aaron's domain.
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Posted: Thu Sep 29, 2011 12:41 pm
For a moment Raven reflected on the last time everyone had been split up and gone to each his or her own way. She had technically died, and things had changed drastically since her Ascension. Now she watched the five men with a grim expression. To the departing group and waved, "Safe travels, and stay well--all of you."
Sparing herself a second glance, she stepped after Lucas."You know, I'm less worried about protecting you and more worried about who decides to cross my wrath for an attempt on your life." Though she spoke to him with most of her attention, her gaze continued to wander. In the natural light it was almost impossible to see the cones and rods of her irises and how they glowed--a sign that the other part of her brain, that which was not biological was churning out information for her Archives. Raven knew that at first glance no one would really know what she was, or her origins; the odd mixture of her fair, Caucasian skin, and the almond shape of her eyes so pale and green with their flecks of golden brown, and the high cheeks bones so characteristic of the Matreyans--it was almost a wonder she was allowed to exist in Heaven, given her own Demonic heritage. Among those on Earth, she was considered a Hyuo-Jin. But she doubted most Panther-like entities had a computer built into their brain designed to assist them to systematically kill any threat within the KANZAKI parameters set.
Raven knew she was vague in appearance and demeanor. An oddity, and aloof if not distant. She was a woman accompanying Heaven's ruler. If they knew her kill count and the lack of remorse for such a high count it would hardly be fun to see who would be foolish enough to attack her charge. She retained her vigilant nature, her attention split between the environment and it's dangers, and the very man she was assigned to protect. She had become so attuned and comfortable to Lucas that she was a satellite that gravitated and moved around him as if by nature's design and will. Each movement elicited a responsive reaction, constantly seeking equilibrium. She knew his stride, his habits, the style with which he fought. She was familiar with his stress, his temper, and his humor. She was more than confident that when it came to his life, she was more than qualified to work around him to protect it.
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Posted: Thu Sep 29, 2011 5:21 pm
"Well enough talk of death, it looks as if we have arrived."
The Temple of Fenrir looked more like a city than your average temple. But that wasn't going to change their mission. Of course Oni would let out a small sigh, the hassle had only grown due to how much area they now had to search, and they didn't even know what they were looking for. And the blizzard in the area had decreased the visablity to almost zero.
"We don't even know what we are looking for and this blizzard isn't helping anything."
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Posted: Fri Sep 30, 2011 12:02 am
[Location: City of Heaven, Yabbashael the Cathedral Capital]
Another capital city in Heaven, Yabbashael focuses on spiritual and religious disciplines. Yabbashael was nicknamed "Capital Cathedral" after the overall structure of the city, as nearly every building could be mistaken for a cathedral. The people of Yabbashael appeared to be more docile and reserved than those of St. Anne. However the people of Yabbashael went about their business like any other would.
The further one traveled into the city they would notice that they'd be losing sight of open areas. Passageways and roads would be integrated within the structures of each building. Stain glass windows would provide light to seep through but it would be rare to see any area with direct access to sunlight. However there were areas where one could see up or down to other floors and layers. The structure of the city became more complex and multi-layered as one navigated to the heart of the city.
The points of interest were the several larger churches that could assist in spiritual matters. Such as a guild can teach a warrior how to fight, the churches could teach one walking the path of spirituality to better develop their spiritual abilities. There is also a large lake below the heart of the city. Many rumors generally revolve around the lake.
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Posted: Fri Sep 30, 2011 1:07 am
Raven Kanzaki For a moment Raven reflected on the last time everyone had been split up and gone to each his or her own way. She had technically died, and things had changed drastically since her Ascension. Now she watched the five men with a grim expression. To the departing group and waved, "Safe travels, and stay well--all of you."
Sparing herself a second glance, she stepped after Lucas."You know, I'm less worried about protecting you and more worried about who decides to cross my wrath for an attempt on your life." Though she spoke to him with most of her attention, her gaze continued to wander. In the natural light it was almost impossible to see the cones and rods of her irises and how they glowed--a sign that the other part of her brain, that which was not biological was churning out information for her Archives. Raven knew that at first glance no one would really know what she was, or her origins; the odd mixture of her fair, Caucasian skin, and the almond shape of her eyes so pale and green with their flecks of golden brown, and the high cheeks bones so characteristic of the Matreyans--it was almost a wonder she was allowed to exist in Heaven, given her own Demonic heritage. Among those on Earth, she was considered a Hyuo-Jin. But she doubted most Panther-like entities had a computer built into their brain designed to assist them to systematically kill any threat within the KANZAKI parameters set.
Raven knew she was vague in appearance and demeanor. An oddity, and aloof if not distant. She was a woman accompanying Heaven's ruler. If they knew her kill count and the lack of remorse for such a high count it would hardly be fun to see who would be foolish enough to attack her charge. She retained her vigilant nature, her attention split between the environment and it's dangers, and the very man she was assigned to protect. She had become so attuned and comfortable to Lucas that she was a satellite that gravitated and moved around him as if by nature's design and will. Each movement elicited a responsive reaction, constantly seeking equilibrium. She knew his stride, his habits, the style with which he fought. She was familiar with his stress, his temper, and his humor. She was more than confident that when it came to his life, she was more than qualified to work around him to protect it.
"Haha Yes, as am I! However...my enemies may be closer than I care to admit. See, when Kite, the former ruler of Heaven died I was the one who brought him back to this realm. Saving him from Inferno I had brought him back to his home, although he was dying in my arms. His last command was to appoint me as the new ruler. Fortunately the Council was not fully aware of my involvements with Earth, Hell, or Cruxis matters. I'm not even truly a Celestial. That fact alone has given me a lot of trouble. There are some people-even in Heaven- that would rather see me removed from power. If I weren't so busy trying to keep Heaven unified and safe, along with keeping peace between Hell and Heaven I probably would be able to nullify personal threats. That's one of the reasons I needed people near me that I could trust with my life. Granted, you know I can take care of myself but it's best for both of us that I don't turn Heaven against me. At least, I am trying to prolong it the day that happens."
Lucas would smile, glancing around the Cathedral Capital himself. His Electric blue eyes admired the structure of the city, each building he saw appealing to his tastes of the architectural design. He'd also smile to the people he passed, waving occasionally as his presence was grabbing him a bit of attention. Raven would notice that unlike St. Anne, the people here were more friendly and accepting. However between Raven and Lucas, their gazes of subtle judgment could not go unnoticed.
Killers, both Lucas and Raven could and would destroy those who needed to be removed. A pair they were, both elegant and charming while deceivingly dangerous. The Panther and the Snake stayed side by side as they had naturally done so since their beginnings as comrades.
Now as the two of them walked, they both would notice a pair of eyes watching them. There was an entity that would manage to keep himself hidden from sight but they were apparently not interested in keeping their observing eyes a secret. Lucas would not feel any malice or negative feelings projected towards him so he would not mind it too much. If and when the two of them were threatened they would act accordingly. For now, Lucas would simply keep on walking towards Aaron's domain.
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Posted: Fri Sep 30, 2011 12:57 pm
 ~:'þɹɐƃʎᴎ ɯðþµʎM':~
Finally, some progress. Wyndom would follow Lucas and the others out of the library and into the portal.
Once they arrived in Yabbashael the groups would split off, Wyndom dragging along the larger array of firepower, but not necessarily the more deadly. Their mission reminded him a lot of 5 years ago, against Rogziel, the angel gone rampant. They had to take down the beast without killing him, which made things terribly more difficult.
Anyway, Wyndom would nod to Lucas, "Sizouze." He would say, affirming the correct name of the person they would soon seek out. Pulling aside the first passerby, Wyndom would find out that Sizouze was some well-known Cherub who focused mainly on the Spirituality of the city. Actually finding the guy and being granted an audience might prove to be a whole new matter, but things were certainly off to a better start than Wyndom could have ever hoped for.
The angel Wyndom had pulled aside suggested looking in the various large churches towards the center of the city. Making his way through the layered city was intriguing, and Wyndom would make sure that the others were following him periodically, it was rather confusing after all. Wyndom only knew that they were heading deeper and deeper into the city. Should anyone have any question or opinions, Wyndom would be glad to hear them, and now was the perfect chance as they had a bit of time before they would reach the heart of the city.
As he peered about, Wyndom would take note that many of the buildings looked like churches or cathedrals. Perhaps he should have inquired more thoroughly, but no matter. Since everything looked like this, he figured the actual, large cathedrals would stand out - which eventually proved to be correct. If nothing hindered his efforts, the doors to the large building would be opened to allow access inside, revealing the beauty of the church: Its massive pillars, stretching pews, radiant mosaics, elegant portraits, and other countless paintings were illuminated by the stain glass windows which stretched from the floor up into the ceiling, meeting the largest and most vibrant mosaic that Wyndom had ever seen. It covered the entire ceiling and the colors of the scene portrayed before him glimmered like jewels that slowly cascaded down to the floor. Taking a few moments to admire the ethereal beauty before him, Wyndom would finally drop his head to see if there was anyone there to assist him.
 
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2011 7:01 pm
"That unfortunately makes a lot of sense from their perspective. So much unease, unknowing of whether they can trust you--or those under your command. I faced exile from Matreya for that reason. I don't blame them; I destroyed my entire planet because that distrust festered and gave way to a slow-eating Chaos that led everyone to extinction while I was safely tucked away, trained to take life rather than sustain and give it. Hopefully history wont repeat itself five years later. The spirituality here is...flowing. There's an odd...well, I don't know what to call it. But it feels tangible. It's very...grandoise..."
Raven smiled as though it were the most natural thing. It felt no different than the formal greetings between Ambassadors she faced. Politics required a game face as deceptive as any other with high stakes. To her, "polite" and "politics" were not that far off in appearance and meaning. She wanted to trust herself to be at ease, but there were years of training that could not be denied. Dissembling further, she smiled and glanced in awe at the buildings. Columns rose high, and she admired the ancient architecture with it's Gothic style and flying buttresses. The distinct air around them was old, powerful, enforced with a certain logic that was stalwart and fastidious. Myriads of colors filtered sunlight along the ground; she could not help but look at her skin as it turned from the colors of Rose and Lapis Lazuli Blue to Green, Amber, Red, and Purple. A part of her wished her Shamanic friend were here, knowing her love of Art History. She felt insignificant--almost, and drawn by the deep spirituality of the Cathedral Capital the Neohuman found that single most annoying question bubbling up within her: Who was she?
As quickly as it surface, she banished the question. As of now, Lucas was right. She was his Vanguard, and that would suffice for now. Yabbashael and it's inhabitants were friendly and curious enough--enough so that they were being watched from near and far. Though she still felt the distraction of one of the Stars of Orion trying to permeate into this realm, she knew better than to lower her mental defenses in such foreign territory.
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Posted: Mon Oct 03, 2011 2:28 am
Rabid Smurf_x_ ~:'þɹɐƃʎᴎ ɯðþµʎM':~
Finally, some progress. Wyndom would follow Lucas and the others out of the library and into the portal.
Once they arrived in Yabbashael the groups would split off, Wyndom dragging along the larger array of firepower, but not necessarily the more deadly. Their mission reminded him a lot of 5 years ago, against Rogziel, the angel gone rampant. They had to take down the beast without killing him, which made things terribly more difficult.
Anyway, Wyndom would nod to Lucas, "Sizouze." He would say, affirming the correct name of the person they would soon seek out. Pulling aside the first passerby, Wyndom would find out that Sizouze was some well-known Cherub who focused mainly on the Spirituality of the city. Actually finding the guy and being granted an audience might prove to be a whole new matter, but things were certainly off to a better start than Wyndom could have ever hoped for.
The angel Wyndom had pulled aside suggested looking in the various large churches towards the center of the city. Making his way through the layered city was intriguing, and Wyndom would make sure that the others were following him periodically, it was rather confusing after all. Wyndom only knew that they were heading deeper and deeper into the city. Should anyone have any question or opinions, Wyndom would be glad to hear them, and now was the perfect chance as they had a bit of time before they would reach the heart of the city.
As he peered about, Wyndom would take note that many of the buildings looked like churches or cathedrals. Perhaps he should have inquired more thoroughly, but no matter. Since everything looked like this, he figured the actual, large cathedrals would stand out - which eventually proved to be correct. If nothing hindered his efforts, the doors to the large building would be opened to allow access inside, revealing the beauty of the church: Its massive pillars, stretching pews, radiant mosaics, elegant portraits, and other countless paintings were illuminated by the stain glass windows which stretched from the floor up into the ceiling, meeting the largest and most vibrant mosaic that Wyndom had ever seen. It covered the entire ceiling and the colors of the scene portrayed before him glimmered like jewels that slowly cascaded down to the floor. Taking a few moments to admire the ethereal beauty before him, Wyndom would finally drop his head to see if there was anyone there to assist him.
Fortunately for Wyn, the time it took for someone to approach him and his team was minimal. A woman robed in green would make herself known to the group. Golden gauntlets stood on this woman's frame, her arms entirely covered by armor. Shining beautifully under the stain-glass, tinted light. A longsword was fastened firmly at this woman's side as she carried herself with confidence and elegance. Although her presence was not imposing or intimidating. If one were to take a glance at the green of her irises they would perhaps be drawn in by a festering curiosity. Her demeanor came off as modest, timid, and slightly passive.
Looks were very deceiving, as the saying goes. However this woman was not one to deceive. Infact this woman would introduce herself without hesitation to Wyndom and the rest of the group. The group would also notice that there were several other robed people following after this woman.
"Greetings, all. My name is Alexandria. Is there something I can assist you all with? I can see that Heaven isn't home to any of you. Perhaps you have some questions...?"
A little blunt as it came off, Alexandria meant no offense. She had even bowed her head slightly. Her voice was young but she attempted to dismiss the thought by her actions. The people behind her bowed as well as they glanced upon the group with curiosity.
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Posted: Mon Oct 03, 2011 2:53 am
Raven Kanzaki "That unfortunately makes a lot of sense from their perspective. So much unease, unknowing of whether they can trust you--or those under your command. I faced exile from Matreya for that reason. I don't blame them; I destroyed my entire planet because that distrust festered and gave way to a slow-eating Chaos that led everyone to extinction while I was safely tucked away, trained to take life rather than sustain and give it. Hopefully history wont repeat itself five years later. The spirituality here is...flowing. There's an odd...well, I don't know what to call it. But it feels tangible. It's very...grandoise..."
Raven smiled as though it were the most natural thing. It felt no different than the formal greetings between Ambassadors she faced. Politics required a game face as deceptive as any other with high stakes. To her, "polite" and "politics" were not that far off in appearance and meaning. She wanted to trust herself to be at ease, but there were years of training that could not be denied. Dissembling further, she smiled and glanced in awe at the buildings. Columns rose high, and she admired the ancient architecture with it's Gothic style and flying buttresses. The distinct air around them was old, powerful, enforced with a certain logic that was stalwart and fastidious. Myriads of colors filtered sunlight along the ground; she could not help but look at her skin as it turned from the colors of Rose and Lapis Lazuli Blue to Green, Amber, Red, and Purple. A part of her wished her Shamanic friend were here, knowing her love of Art History. She felt insignificant--almost, and drawn by the deep spirituality of the Cathedral Capital the Neohuman found that single most annoying question bubbling up within her: Who was she?
As quickly as it surface, she banished the question. As of now, Lucas was right. She was his Vanguard, and that would suffice for now. Yabbashael and it's inhabitants were friendly and curious enough--enough so that they were being watched from near and far. Though she still felt the distraction of one of the Stars of Orion trying to permeate into this realm, she knew better than to lower her mental defenses in such foreign territory. "Hm. You don't disappoint. Yes, this city somewhat lays it on thick. The spiritual aura of this city is nearly overwhelming. I'm impressed, honestly. I feel like a pebble in a flowing river. I'm not a part of the flow but the water still carries me, uncaring if I accept it or not. Heh, I speak of acceptance even though you and I both know that this realm won't be accepting us so openly. At least not for a while. It is unfortunate that we both can relate in that way. But as we have both seen history carry on without hindrance, that is exactly what gives us the ability to change things.
With our hands we will take a hold of our destiny. It's for us to decide where to go. You and I with similar natures are drawn to each other. Even though I have appointed you my Vanguard I have not forgotten who I am. I may be King here but I am still your friend everywhere. Many cultures have words that can appropriately describe our bond. I suppose friend is a little weak in comparison..."
Lucas looked around, letting himself calm down under the soft light. Even without his [Second Skin] ability his body was nearly glowing. However this change of mood was not out of lack of caution. He was accepting the flow of things so that he could catch a rather cunning captor.
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Raven and Lucas would soon be stepping into the halls that led towards Aaron's domain. After speaking with the right guards and displaying his credibility, Raven and Lucas would find themselves within an open area. Before them was a throne. There, Aaron would be waiting...
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Posted: Mon Oct 03, 2011 5:01 pm
"In the Golden Age of Greece and their chariot fighting, the term between driver and warrior is 'Parabatai'. They are a synchronized fighting pair that exist in a symbiotic way. The driver helps the warrior fight. The warrior keeps the driver alive from opposing warriors and chariots. They have a very close-knit bond. It's goes beyond simply knowing one other person. Being their friend. You count on the other to survive. There's a deep sense of trust because you rely on each other more than any skill you've obtained in the heat of combat. We are who we are. Puzzle pieces that fit together to eventually form a bigger picture. Change is inevitable, Parabatai, but we can decide whether it's for the better or for the worse. Heaven may not accept you now, but I am hoping if they see they have a man who fights for them, they will accept you on some level if not wholly."
Raven fell behind Lucas this time, letting her superior take the lead before the Guard. This to her seemed mandatory in order to show that Lucas was important, and the audience with Aaron even more so. From one powerful person to another powerful person, she was more or less like the Guards who looked so curious at the two. She had worn her colors much the same that any other Ambassador, the crest visible with her rank shown. Perhaps they eyeballed the curve of Naga, her cherished Naginata of the Kanzaki Fujin-Ryu Naginata Jutsu. The eighteen inches of steel curved skyward, jutting from her right shoulder at a queer angle. The familiar Mahogany shaft felt comfortable strapped to her back from the leather cord that raced from shoulder to waist. It was a simple weapon in appearance, but to Raven is was an extension of her soul. It was a feminine weapon, but a fierce one in her hands. Any Guard would be wary of the weapon--and the one wielding it. Any Guard would be foolish to ask, demand, or expect her to relinquish it.
The Chamber before them felt much like the ones in St. Anne. Still she felt that smothering sensation of archaic religion. Now in such an open room she became aware of the sharp staccato of her heels as they clicked along the floor. The throne was quite impressive indeed. Heaven truly knew how to style their domains, that much was evident. Having only seen six thrones and the dais they sat on, Raven wasn't even entirely sure if this was the extent of the elaborate intricacy throne rooms involved. Her eyes, the cat-like pupils dilated in interest--reflexively glanced around to take in their surroundings. If she knew she could get away with it, she would have whistled lowly in appreciation.
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Posted: Tue Oct 04, 2011 1:34 pm
~:'þɹɐƃʎᴎ ɯðþµʎM':~
Dipping his head in return, Wyndom would take note of her and the others shadowing her.
"My name is Wyndom, and these are Negi, Kain, and Avery. We are comrades of Light, or rather Lucas as he is known to you. Currently we are searching for Sizouze as we need to speak with him."
Respectfully awaiting her reply, Wyndom would risk peering into her eyes, a small smile under his mask while he tried to appear as pleasant as possible. Wyndom wasn't generally comfortable in Heaven's realm, he felt out of place, like a sore thumb, like a blotch of black ink on white paper. Indeed, Heaven's realm was one of beauty and uprightness, whereas inside Wyndom was the blood of a Demonion - something that cried out for the opposite of this realm. While Wyndom truly appreciated the goodness here, he also knew that he himself wasn't fit to dwell in a place such as this. His life style and his actions were far from heavenly. Perhaps it was guilt he felt, but either way he did what was necessary when he had to, as he was sure many of these heavenly beings had done. Beauty is only skin deep, right?
Never faltering in his gaze, Wyndom would feel a tingle work its way down his spine. They were growing closer to the virtue, slowly but surely. It was only a matter of time now before things would pick up the pace...
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