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 Posted: Sun Dec 23, 2007 8:38 pm
"Ghost found the demon graveyard. She's on her way there," he stretched his hand, "I can't make this decision for you. Tell me, will you help us, or not?" he didn't give her any hints. He stayed with a blank space. "If she gets there and takes the sphere lying there, this world will be destroyed."
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Posted: Sun Dec 23, 2007 8:41 pm
PhoenixFirecat ((i chew on both of you)) ((hi! I'm starting this thing so we can start closing the guild...*will miss guild*))
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Posted: Sun Dec 23, 2007 8:43 pm
Trina didn't hesitate. "I will anything I can Ukiel." She said softly, seriously, dark eyes solemn. She meant what she said. She took his hand, and he might note it was shaking slightly. But Trina would not bow into fear. She has failed to help a planet before...but she will not think of that now. "We must hurry." She said simply, looking to the door, innocent face as serious as any had ever saw it.
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Posted: Sun Dec 23, 2007 8:44 pm
((But...I use the outside the muffin part...*loves the guild* And...I like to read old posts...))
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Posted: Sun Dec 23, 2007 8:53 pm
He grabbed her hand and got her on the pegasus and led her away to the forest, followed by the angel army.
((moving....*runs and drags aki*))
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Posted: Sun Dec 23, 2007 8:54 pm
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Posted: Tue Jan 22, 2008 10:34 am
((since no one posts here))
"Oh, great," Ukiel smiled and he adjusted his clothes, and so did everyone else. He looked uneasy, "Trina is scared of fire...." he looked at Marissa, feeling some anger, "I am sorry but Trina is mine." Ukiel was the King of the Light Realm. Civil was just natural to him, just like being a killer was, so he kept his King posture. When they opened the gate and Marissa started walking, Ukiel followed behind, head high, showing his air of nobility. Castro and Roddie followed behind like they did when they went to another Kingdom. He stopped close when Marissas talked, the two other angels were five feet behind him, and only spoke when Sachin addressed him, "I am Ukiel, and I am the King of the Light Realm. We come in peace to request you to please give Trina to us."
“Well, now you know why.” Marissa said with a shrug about Trina’s fear of fire. She honestly doesn’t care about Trina as a person. She had been sent to ensure Sachin did not force Trina to revert, using her as a weapon against the Conclave. She doubts, seriously, that the angel had any such designs, and so she could help him retrieve the water angelic while still following orders. Then they had walked in and taken seats, Ukiel announcing his reason for being there. Marissa sighed. Damn angels. Always had to be so upfront. Couldn’t have lied, oh no, have to be honest. “ You understand…” She said in heavily accented angelic, “That now he knows a weakness of yours?”
The embers in the fire crackled a tad more often, a tad more audible, but Sachin did not so much as blink. He merely watches the angel speak, the same, dark expression on his somber face. The angelic was neither listened to nor understood. Trina. The freak had repeated that to him, over and over and over, refusing, at first, to even register the one he had given it, the name it should be using, should be called by. Eventually, it stopped telling him it’s ‘name.’ Sachin burned inside, angry that she would defy him in such a manner, that she would go off and choose a name and worse- use it with other beings! This angel came in peace…fool. Sachin has no interest in peace. He has no interest in kings. Especially not the cursed angels. Why would the children of light bother with the fallen ones? Suppose the history of it, the knowledge, was no longer common. Well. Not his problem. He was merely annoyed that his house had been entered by them, that they had come here at all. And the root of the problem was the water freak. He would punish her for this intrusion later…he would tell her, explicitly, how she had caused suffering for these…things. And then he would burn her, as he would these beings. And the Ward of Law woman would suffer with them, as she had brought them here. All of this passes through Sachin’s mind, his temper becoming dangerously awakened. This is a power game now, between him and the noble angel…and he would play it, as he always played them.
“Trivla Serverta escaped it’s confinement scarcely two years ago. I located and successfully recaptured it well within the ten year limit. By right of original conquest, the freak belongs to me.” Sachin said, his smooth, dark voice seeming to fill the room, even though he was not speaking loudly. He clearly hated Trina, and clearly thought her lowest of low, not even worth the pronoun ‘her’ or ‘she’. Just ‘it’ or ‘the freak’. His red eyed gaze bored into Ukiel’s. “In the laws, Ward,” He said, speaking to Marissa but watching Ukiel. “That is acceptable. Trivla fought in the Last War, against my faction. Just because one flees does not exempt them from punishment.” Marissa was not going to relent on that point. “Trina fought unknowingly. She was controlled, as most of them were controlled. But that is besides the point. The Sanctions is a higher law than the law of Conquest.” She pointed to Ukiel, Roddie, and Castro in turn. “They are angels. You have to help them.” She said this very, very firmly, not at all afraid of Sachin, though there was definite reason for it. Sachin watched her for a moment, and then laughed. It was not a pleasant sound…it was harsh, mocking. “Your worshipped laws have no place here, Ward.” He said, rising from his chair slowly, turning and going to a small bookshelf in the corner, filled with old, decaying volumes in his language. The histories of his kind, of his ‘father’. Even the Sanctions was here, in this house. Sachin picked up a small recorder, and from his pocket he withdrew a tape. He slipped the tape into the recorder, rewinding it to a certain point, then hitting the play button. He turned back and walked calmly to the table, the sound of a roaring fire on the tape blending in with the actual one in the fireplace. He set the recorder on the shined surface of the dark table, and slid it to Ukiel. “You’ve come assuming power over me, angel. ‘King’.” He had ignored poor Roddie and Castro the entire time, not so much as a glance to them. They were of no concern…only the King was. The tape continued to play the roaring flames. “But it is I, who have power over you.” And then the roaring flames on the tape was joined by another sound, a sound that would be horrible to hear, because it was the sound of an innocent thing being hurt, being tortured. The sound was Trina, and she was screaming.
Roddie and Castro thought the same thing when they heard the screams. Pissing Ukiel off was a very bad thing, especially with the woman he loved. They didn't move, but they wished to see Ukiel's eyes. They were right, the anger inside of Ukiel was glowing wild, and that was dangerous for all of them, but Ukiel knew very well hw to hide anger. If he would ahve let it show his eyes would've turned red and then white, but his eyes were normal, a bit more squinted, his fingers twitching, wanting to grab his two blade lance and strike him since his energy levels were too high for his own well being. "I am sorry, Lord, but nothing has more power than me," he smiled, putting his hands together, "I really don't care what things you enjoy taping, I am here for Trina." The other two knew that changing the name was also not right in front fo this man, but that was the name Ukiel knew and loved. In Roddie's mind the fight he had with Ukiel came clear. He told Uki that Trina is too innocent and she might be hiding a very dark past. He was right, but this was no time to rub it in Ukiel's face, especially with Ukiel having so much anger in him.
Marrissa was no longer sure who was angrier- Ukiel, the angel king, or Sachin, the deplorable b*****d she was starting to take a disliking to. She snatched the recorder up and hit the stop button. She doesn’t want to see either of them rage, and was glad that the angel seemed to have a hold of himself, at least. Sachin on the other hand…
“Then you have come for nothing!” He burst suddenly, furious about the continued use of that cursed name, the name he hates, the name he despises because that weakling had dared to defy him, had dared to try and separate herself from him, from his commands. He was on his feet, voice filled with supressed rage and hatred. “The freak is mine! I own, I control, I destroy if I will it! You are a fool, to come here, to politely attempt to steal from me!” He raged, knocking the entire table over with a sweep of his hand, not even noticing that Marissa had to jump out of her chair to avoid getting hit with it. “And what is it to you? The freak is nothing-a possession I have rightfully retrieved, angel, not some person that had nothing to do, ever, with me! And even if I were to give Trivla to you-do you think I would not find the freak again? Would not seek to possess my enemy? There is nowhere it can go. Trivla is lost, half mad and completely useless-I will find her, and I will finish the job I began the first time.” He finished darkly, eyes seeming to reflect fire that was behind him, heat seeming to coil off of him like smoke. Beneath his robe, fiery red marks were beginning to spread, but unlike Trina, he welcomed them. Let the angel see just what the fallen ones were capable of...damn the angels, damn them all. (Meanie)
Marissa was flat out staring at Sachin. "...nut case..." She muttered, but Sachin didn't appear to hear her, too busy glaring Ukiel down. "I think...it's time to go." She said softly in her bad angelic. Outside the house, eleven green cloaked soldiers waited, two women and nine men, all shifting in slight nervousness. They were waiting to be commanded, but their leader had not sent any sign she needed them yet...but the wait would be over soon.
When Sachin said he owned Trina, Castro and Roddie's spines went cold as they felt all of Ukiel's energy burning. Roddie had sensed that energy only once before. When all of Ukiel's friends were killed by the true demons. Ukiel's eyes showed all the anger, and the smile left his face. Ukiel was not a man of showing emotions, only love, but this man passed the line when Sachin called Trina 'his' and he walked farther away from that line when he called Trina a freak. Ukiel took a deep breath and smiled again, but it wasn;t the soothing smile that brought so much joy to others, but the smile he showed when he tried being nice, but his instincts of ancient battles came back to him. The blood. The flesh. The screams. The hate. "You are mistaken, my Lord. Trina...is mine. My own, and if you don't give her to me, I will have to take her away from here myself, and you will be dead." Ukiel stretched his hand to the side and a two bladed spear appeared, a long blade on each side, the ends arched tot he sides. It seemes to be broken in the middle so Ukiel could separate and turn it into two halfs, still joined by a chain. Ukiel's eyes were still locked on Sachin's.
"Ukiel, please. Take it easy," Castro muttered but Roddie didn't waste time to put his hand on the handle of his sword.
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Posted: Mon Mar 17, 2008 9:05 pm
Kai stood in front of the house of the man in the photo. He watched as the man moved around with boxes. Kai knew the guy as a supplier for stores. Kai just stood there, waiting for the right time his nerves would work best to kill him.
*jad had followed kai, and was watching from cover... kai'd almost caught him twice, but he'd narrowly'd avoided being caught... now he would see what all this fuss was about...*
When Kai saw that the man started walking towards the room, he moved to the door and used his light powers to open the door. Once inside he closed the door and took out his sword, walking quietly behind the man, putting a scarf on his face.
*kai watched what happened, and his face flashed concern... he moved foreward quickly unholstering his pistol and followed kai in as well... he couldn't believe he was seeing this... he lifted the pistol* Kai!
Kai looked back and seeing Jad he pointed his sword at him, "Jad, please walk away." the man walked back and seeing the two armed men he dropped his things and ran inside a room, closing the door. "Please, Jad. Don't get me in more trouble than I already am."
kai... what's going on, ey? *his pistol shook visibly in his hand, showing a side of jad almost never seen... his finger moved, though kai couldn't see that he was checking to make sure the pistol was set for stun... was it warm in here? though jad still prefered much colder climates, he'd adapted comfortable to gaia's change of environment... * kai..
"I have to kill that guy, so put the gun down so I can do it," Kai slowly moved back to try to get to the door, "You won't understand, but it's just something I have to do."
*jad took a step foreward* kai you do this, and you'll be a murderer... and the alliance police'll be after you for the rest of your life, ey? you want that for kaen and acher? ey? *he had let the gun down a tiny fraction though a hit would still stun kai sufficiently to stop him*
"I have killed since I was a month old," he put his free hand on the door, "Jad, you wouldn't take me in, right?" his eyes seemed like crying, but once again no tears came out. Kai learned better not to cry in front of a person pointing a gun at him.
ey, kai... if you try to kill him, then i'll have no other choice... what will i tell kaen, ey? *he took a nother step foreward, mind racing.. and if kai paid attention... his eyes seemed to dull...*
"It'll be worst of she finds out about my past..." Kai heard the man crying in the room and lost concentration on Jad, hearing the man sob. He lowered his weapon.
*that was what jad was waiting for... he stepped foreward deftly and removed the sword from kai's hand, his hand on kai's shoulder not hurting him, but if jad didn't want him to move, kai couldn't... * ey, kai... i don't know what's going on, but you're forgeting... kaen loves you and she's not going to throw you to blazes, ey?
Kai was stunned for a second and then just stayed still, knowing that moving was a bad idea, "Yes she would. What would Acher think--" Kai moved his hand and a small dagger appeared, and held it to Jad, "Let me go."
ey, kai... i couldn't count you my brother if i did... *he didn't move, neither letting kai go, nor dealing with the dagger... his eyes seemed to become more lively, and almost seemed to bore into kai... * what has happened in your past is your past, ey? i'm no saint either... but it's the past... it can't be changed, ey? but why throw away your future?
"She can't know!!" Kai screamed and the dagger fell on the floor. Tears finally came out, "Elder is going to tell them about it. I can't let that old man tell them about Nicholas!!" Kai tried moving, "Just let me go!!" Kai's breathing got heavier. He was having one of his attacks again. He got those in very stressed moments, very rare for Kai.
*jad's pressure released a little and kai could move a bit* kai... *hishand still held the pistol but it was lowered to the ground* what is wrong, ey?
"Not here, Jad, not now," he kicked his sword away, "I don't want it anymore. It has innocent blood on it," he moved Jad's hand away and walked out. He needed to breathe and think of another way to kill the guy, maybe when the guy was taking a shower.
*again, jad was stunned... though he did manage to bend and collect the sword... kai didn't have trouble telling jad anything... was he that deeply in trouble? and had he so badly misjudged the one kai called elder? part of him demanded that he go after kai, but he didn't for a moment... then he gave in to his instinct*
Kai walked away to town, having left the coat and scarf somewhere alse. His chest hurt and his breathing was more constricted. Kai looked at his watch. Elder would come back in half an hour to see if Kai finished the job. "Need a sword...a dirty sword." Kai couldn't kill two innocent people, and his body was telling him not to, but he got up and walked to the armory, hiding his shaking hands.
*again jad was trailing him... he wouldn't give up on someone so important to him... and now, kai's sudden strange erratic behavior was leaving less and less options...*
Kai came out of the armory with a simple sword, wrapped in brown paper. He walked back to the house. The man might try to run away now, so he had to move fast. Get close enough to slit his throat. He got to the tree where he hid his clothes and put them back on. "God, if you're listening to me, please have mercy on me..."
*to kai, it would seem as jad had appeared next to him, kai's own blade held to his throat... jad's eyes no longer lacked the resolve he needed to understand what was going on... * ey, kai... we're going to talk.. and you're not getting out of it, ey?
"There's nothing to talk." he had placed his sword down, "Dammit," he put his hands up slightly, like surrendering, "I won't have Kaen know that from me...no one knows, and I would like to keep it that way."
ey, so.. you would give up your chance to see acher grow up... to grow old with kaen... all for your blasted pride, ey? *his voice carried such force behind it, and the air almost visably chilled more than it already was... *
"Yes. Don't you get it? Kaen will leave if she finds out. y son would think I'm a gay whore and," when he heard himself talk the tears started coming down his face again. He tried looking down, "Look what you made me say..."
*jad's face softened* kai... we've all got things we're not proud of, ey? and kaen... she loves you, ey? she's been there for you, as you've been for her, ey? trust her... *jad lowered the blade, and pushed it into the ground*
"I don't trust her....I really don't know what she would say..." he moved to face jad, but kept his face down, "Things have been great all these years, so things should stay that way..." he shook his head and crossed his arms, like if cold, "I didn't mean for him to do that I didn't know, but my father will remember it forever. I just want to forget, but he never lets it go. Thirteen years, Jad."
kai... *he placed his hand on kai's shoulder...* it's hard...
but i know how're you're feeling... and i'm very sure kaen's going to understand...
He looked at the house and seeing the man run off, he shook his head and tapped jad's hand, "I can't breathe...let's...go home..." he started walking back home, leaving both swords there.
*jad collected kai's sword, slinging it over his shoulder and wlked alongside kai... * i can be there for you if you'd like, ey? i know i've been gone for so long... *for a moment he looked to the side as if ashamed*
He opened the door to the house, "I have to pick up Acher so-" he stopped when he saw Elder standing there, "Darrien, where's the head?" "Not here." "You didn't do it?" "Jad," Kai looked back at Jad, like telling him to leave. "You, come back, you dirty little f**." Kai didn't look back, but didnt move either. Standing there he slowly lost consciousness.
*jad eased kai to the ground, checking kai's pulse, concerned... then he looked up at elder, and the look jad had would've scared the most battle hardened soldier* WHY?!? *the air chilled*
"Darrien promised to do something for me. When you promise something you better keep it. He'll be fine. Kai can't die that easily. Tell him I want him to do the job for tomorrow," he disappeared in light. Kai was shaking, trying to talk but only some mumbling heard.
*jad shook his head, and gathered kai up, moving him to a softer surface*
Kai woke up an hour later. He pretty much jumped up and fell bak when the room started spinning, "Did I just faint like a girl...? Dammit..." he tried getting up, "I'm alone...got to get Acher home..."
kai... *jad stood slowly and walked over*
"Acher came out from school an hour ago..." he passed a hand through his hair, still too dizzy to see the floor straight. The stress was giving him a fever, his hands shaking, "I am broken, too..."
*jad kneeled next to him, eyeing him*
When Kai looked up and saw Jad he jumoed and grabbed jad's head, "You're still here...why are you still here...you were suppose tu run away..."
ey, kai... you're my brother.... i'm not going to abandon you... *jad's eyes once again bored into kai... he seemed to have that intensity in his eyes alot of late...*
Kai smiled and let go of Jad, "I still have to get Acher...and talk about all that has happened since you replaced yourself with fake Jad." he tried getting up, "Acher's going to figh with me..."
*jad raised his eyebrow* fake jad? ey, what do you mean?
"You got my son here if not we have to wait..." he used the furniture to move.
*jad shook his head and helped kai to his feet, and slung his arm over his shoulder* tell me as we go, ey?
Kai didn't complain since he didn't think he could make it out of the house, "Uhm, one day like a month ago some guy came to town looking like you. I thought it was you...until he slammed me on the floor when I tried a tacklesnuggle," Kai chuckled, "You never hurt me when I tacklesnuggle."
*jad shook his head* ey, i'm sorry kai.. i don't remember... anything....
"It wasn't you...anyway, from what kaen told me he started destroying Society HQ's...can't say I remember anythign I wasn't here..."
ey, well, either way, it didn't do any blasted good... *he turned closing his eyes for a moment*
"The society took me...and tried turning me into a battery with radioactivity..." Kai was gasping for breath again, "Guess I have not recovered from that...I still have to go to the Alliance to get myself deradiocatvizied...thing. Did Aki tell you of that?" he looked at Jad.
ey, well, you see... i've not been here for... months... i've been running mission after mission... *he paused on a street in town* where do we go from here, ey?
"The Alliance Academy, idiot," he smiled and pointed to the HQ, "You said it was a good school...and...some angels have been in trouble..."
aye, i see.. *jad stifled a smile as he guided them there* ey, by the way, you're aware that the light realm's got their own star fleet ?
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Posted: Tue Mar 18, 2008 7:49 pm
Last Report of the Society
The end of the angels.
At the end of the wars, when the humans were making their empires, the forces of good and evil fought for the control of the mortal beings. They didn’t care for the decision of the humans since the humans never knew what they wanted. The open fields made by nature for the fights were once green and filled with life, but when blood covered the land, it became barren, sad of so much violence. Nature could do nothing. It was something the forces of good and evil had to do, the destiny had to be chosen right there. The land smelled rotten of all the maggot-filled corpses and the crimson red blood rivers and ponds of blood. Even though they represented both sides of the human soul, their blood was still red. And this way is that the end of the war started.
In a place with so much fighting, it was easy to notice both sides. The true angels were beings of human built, but stronger, taller, their wings stretched twice the length of their whole bodies, pure white wings, long spikes a half foot long, sharp enough to break a skull with them. They kept their hair long, and between their smooth hairs were feathers, thin and smooth that looked almost like hair. On some the feathers were more pronounced near the face, like a crown of feathers. Their eyes were like amber and changed colors to white when in battle, the light canal in their bodies getting extra energy to fight off the enemy. They also had long fangs and nails like those of animals, their use still unknown. Their skins were smooth and most one did not recognize if they were male or female. Their leader, known by the angel’s friends as Krons, said that angels had no sex, even though some had the ability to look more to one side of the other. They looked like the Greek gods and acted like such.
The true demons were angels that had fallen into darkness by means of their actions and other things, like suicide. The had lost their wings and feathers, some keeping the wings and had changed colors from white to deep black. Their skins were pale, some smooth, some completely deformed. They changed in form but one thing was prominent: they seemed dead, demon-like, and the color black was always predominant.
Day One.
The angels started their downfall when they found out that they could end the war by killing the main true angels, idea given by a white fox demon that had given his heart to darkness, called Seiko. By the same time the demons planned this, the Elders that had control over the angels decided to remove from the battlefield all kinds of angels that they found to their pleasure. They took many out, including the second-in-command, a very handsome angel called Ukiel, known by all as the Son of Gabriel. Ukiel was an angel with long light brown hair, strong, legend saying that he was created to substitute the great Angel Gabriel, which passed on after fighting the Lord of Darkness. He fought against it but Krons himself pushed the poor Ukiel, knowing that this battle wasn’t his own. On that fateful battle, with so many angelic soldiers, the demons decided that the best way to destroy some of the strongest angels were bombs. With one big explosions Swiftwind fell wounded in the stomach by shrapnel. He was a very rude angel but with a swarm heart; his hair chocolate brown tied in a long braid; the wind didn’t acknowledge him and he moved without the wind moving, like if he was never there. The angels lost the battle and had to retreat to higher ground and watched in disgust as the demons took their headquarters. As the sun came up on the next day, they watched as the demons left their headquarters and they cautiously moved back in. They found in horror the corpses of the fallen angels tied up like ornaments on the walls of the buildings. On the main gate they saw Swiftwind body hanging with cable, his body had been cut into pieces and put together like a puppet. Krons lost all judgement.
Day Two.
Things didn’t get better after that battle. Many angels lost their lives in that battle. One of the last important angels in battle was the Fist of God, an angel in which sex could not be certain, with long black hair and a gentle smile, but he was given the gift of strength, being able to smash demon’s heads in with one punch. He fought with much strength for his fallen comrades, breaking through the enemy line and moving forward. Then he heard all fall silent and the pain of an arrow to his heart. The last thing he saw was the one who shot him, the white fox demon Seiko, using his bow to shoot the Fist of God with the same arrow the angel had used to kill his father. Completing his vengeance, he moved away from battle. The angels were close to defeat at that time, and when they moved back, Krons, the General, found out that his lover was killed in battle, and he lost all saneness.
Day Three.
There is no record of this battle sine the Society was ordered by Krons to leave the battle. We joined the angels at the end of the battle two days afterwards. Seiko had lost his life to Krons, and Krons to Seiko. All angels in the battle lost their life, and we knew at that moment that those times were going to be ruled by darkness.
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Posted: Thu Apr 10, 2008 7:40 pm
((Hmm... We must be able to use this for something. Any ideas?))
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