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 Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2007 10:40 pm
"About half, as a matter of fact. At least this way I have a 50/50 chance, I guess." Eru said with a giggle. He seemed totally unconcerned about Sundel's obvious unhappiness. He took a seat and began to pour himself and Sundel some tea as he motioned her to take a seat. Regardless of whether she did or not, he lay the spear across his lap and began sipping his tea. "You want to know why I "betrayed" you? Because it is what I intended to do. The plan of your and Kyiana's masters was poorly thought out and ill-conceived. Yes, theoretically, I could take Old D back to the past and erase him at his source. Hell, I don't even need his soul to do that. That just requires some thought-out movements and the time-stream will divert to that branch. The problem is what happens after that. I make sure that paradoxes and problems with the flow of time do not happen. This would be causing the very thing I seek to avoid. Paradox itself takes care of most intruders into the workings of time, but sometimes a more active, guiding hand is required for those who would cause major paradoxes. This mostly relates to beings of power who seek to alter time, such as you or Sundel. That is when I step in, to halt the actions. To take the soul back and erase it is to cause immesurable problems for myself and the world as a whole. It is entirely possible that such an action would end up warping the world out of reality. I don't know what happens after that, but I know it's not pretty. That is why I did what I did. Do you have questions at this point?"
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Posted: Sun Mar 18, 2007 6:42 pm
*Sundel smirked at the thought of all this chaos. She quite liked the idea of it*
And you're not willing to just have a look at what everything would be like after such a paradox? Not big on taking chances, now are you?
*The reaper flipped her hair back and yawned. She had other things to do, and she didn't think she'd be leaving any time soon*
Now what exactly were you planning on 'negotiating' with me? I can assure you that the soul you hold now will be mine shortly.
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Posted: Mon Mar 19, 2007 4:36 am
Erudemasa looked up from his tea right into Sundel's eyes.
"Why don't I look at the chaos it will cause? Because I can't. I can look into the timeline of this and other, far more divergent worlds. Paradox is an aberration in the time stream, something that must be avoided. I cannot observe paradox because none naturally exists. I cannot observe what will happen in a paradox because in order to observe it, one would have to be created, and I can not and will not allow that. My entire purpose is based around preventing them, just as yours revolves around sending the souls of the departed on to their eternal rest."
Eru set his cup of tea on the table and refilled it.
"Just as you revolve around the souls you deal with, my entire being is devoted to avoiding paradox. Nothing else matters, and I may do what I want as long as I place my purpose first amongst my priorities. I'm sure that your master must have given you something similar in that regard."
Eru smiled at Sundel's threat and bounced the spear up and down on his lap. "Let's not kid each other here, Sundel. We're at a stalemate. We could fight, but it would prove to be inconclusive at best and at worst. I want to talk about this soul. I have a use for it that should prove most entertaining. Well, to me at least. I do not intend to leave here without what I want, and you seem to be unwilling to leave without what you want. So, I have a compromise, if you are willing to hear it."
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Posted: Mon Mar 26, 2007 1:53 am
------Shamayim-------
It was pleasant to finally be back in the realm which was truly his own, in the abode that was only his: Shamayim, the first heaven. Gabriel strode down the carpeted floor of his ancient home, toward his private quarters. It was nice to leave the troubles of governing God's realm behind to take care of his own matters. Raphael and Micah could handle the work on their own. Gabriel snorted to himself, thinkig of his other brother, Azrael, who never cared much for the governing aspects of heaven. "Gloomy b*****d. All he ever does is watch people die......" Even in the old days, Azrael hadn't been as important as the other Archangels.
Making his way to his chair, Gabriel put out his cigarette in the ashtray; he liked to keep at least one of his places clean of the smell of cigarettes. Opening one of his drawers, he pulledo out some files. The Outcast, it was time to look at who he had to deal with in his little, personal force.
Twilight Justice
Axl "Sigmund" Low
Val Varo Valen
Hamartia El
Canard El
Z
Shinjo Gaia
Adam
"Not too bad a roster..... 8 in all. Without him breathing down my back, I've been able to let my numbers grow a little," Gabriel commented to himself as he turned to look at a picture on his desk, a black and white portrait of a man with long hair and kind eyes. He bore some resemblance to Gabriel, which made sense, seeing as Michael was Gabriel's brother in the sense of the word that mattered. Gabriel turned back to the papers on his desk, and picked up one that he'd skipped over. "Ah, right, I can't forget about Anavel...... Commander Mastema, that is. So that's 9." Gabriel chuckled to himself.
"Is 9 really enough?" a mellow voice asked Gabriel from behind. The sudden voice made Gabriel leap to his feet, ready to cut someone's head off for coming up behind him, when he looked to the corner of his room to see the vague silhouette of a robed man looking toward him. "Damn you," Gabriel barked, "if I were Lucifer you'd be headless for sneaking up on me like that."
"Is it enough?" the figure repeated.
Gabriel sat down again and snorted, not really appreciating having his comment ignored. "9 is more than enough. I have the other forces of heaven under me anyway. Besides, don't you have confidence in Commander Mastema?"
"I have no use for him anymore. My later works now surpass him."
"Keh, if you say so. They're only guards anyway; I don't think I'll need to push them for my plan." Gabriel shrugged and turned back to his desk.
After a long while, the reclusive figure spoke again. "Wasn't there a 10th man you wanted in your group?"
"Hmm..... oh, you're referring to the newest incarnate. Yes.... I had a brief time with him. I'd almost forgotten about the lad while making all the other preparations. I'll count him as a longshot. I'll need to observe him more before I do anything...... though I certainly am not against having him with the others."
The other man remained silent at this.
"Oh don't be like that just because he reminds you of your former mentor--" Gabriel cut himself off, looking to the time. He was wasting time talking to this man. "Get back to your lair and content yourself with your tinkering. It's too difficult to keep your existence a secret while you're here." And with that, the silhouette seemed to vanish like there was never truly a man there.
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Posted: Tue Apr 03, 2007 5:03 pm
*Sundel rolled her eyes, losing her patience*
If I weren't willing to hear it, I wouldn't be here, now would I? I would be attempting to take the spear and we would be, as you said, stuck in a stalemate. Just get on with it.
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Posted: Tue Apr 03, 2007 6:55 pm
Eru set us cup upon the table and steepled his fingers in front of his face as he smiled widely. "Excellent. You want Old D because he has escaped you for so long and you wish for him to experience True Death. I want the Soulstuff he is made of because it has shown a remarkable ability to bond with other souls and empower them. His merging with his descendant proved that. This is just what I need to add in to something I am crafting. So then, here is my compromise. You have power over spirits. Would it be possible for you to divide the mind, what you want, from the power that I want? That way, we are each satisfied and you get a doule deal. Not only is Old D dead, he is off to whatever fate awaits mortals with a fraction of his former arcane might behind him."
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2007 5:24 pm
The roar of destruction, the din of chaos, the ultimate music of death and battle filling the air. Catapults hurling firey balls of fury streaked through the air, sailing over the amassed group of soldiers tangled in melee, to slam in a release of energy that sent gouts of firey earth racing sky ward to rain down upon the twins on the far edge of the field, who responded in kind with artillery barrages of their own. Too short a stone fell, ripping men and horses under it's fury, depositing shards of flaming stone through those unlucky enough to be caught around the impact site. Blood and death, arrows raining down atop of archers who returned the favor. Steel clashed against steel, iron weapons chipping under the strain. Metal buckled under the crushing force of battle hammers and morning stars, spikes ripping through the flesh while blades slashed crimson lines through armor. Death and destruction raining all around, and only the sound of blood pounding in her ears - her own carnage induced screams barely audiable against the battle's volume.
Adorning a suit of heavy metalic armor, blood sprayed across the entirey of her right arm, parts of her chest, and even face - her boots so clodded with blood and mud she didn't even count those- she waded in against a foe. A spear - a wicked weapon that boasted over a seven foot reach with an additional foot long steel cap with reach and kill to account for the finest swordsman in the world if put in the proper hands that from an adjecent warrior took her opposition through the throat from somewhere off to the right. With her opponent down she moved to the next, felt the pressure between her shoulder blades, and tried to turn away. Steel rent against her flesh as she was thrown from her feet, the sheer impact of the horseman's saber ripping her from the ground to plant face down in the bloodied mud. The gritty taste of mud, tangled with the stomach curning metalic taste of blood, as well as salty sweat flooded into her mouth as her face was pressed down into a full four inches of mud. Blind, chokeing, and desperate for air she placed her hands on either sides of her shoulders and pushed up, heaved with the strength ripped from a source unknown.
Without weapon she staggered to her feet, the chaos about her hardly registering as a swordsman turned to see her. The wicked curved horns, fanned out so each spike looked like the gently curving edges of feathers on a wing, adorning each side of her helm - the crimson cloak she had shed earlier in the fray would have also worked along with the image of a clenched fist etched into her armor above the right breast - marked her for what she was...an officer. They died first, it was a known fact. An officer dragged into combat was as good as dead for any opposing foe knew full well an officer dead was one less head on the beast to kill. Without leadership even the best trained army would crumble - and at worst turn bandit. Shifting her feet to the side she was bumped into by one of her own men, well a woman if heigth was any indication, who was dragged to the ground with another, both lashing out with swords, shields, feet, and fists. A brutal thing battle was, no time to worry about that!
As the opposition drew closer she stepped into him, a surprised look passing before his face - after all an unarmed opponent who almost never saw combat should have fled under an armed and trained adversary - as he brought the weapon down on her. Too slow was his attack! Prommel of the sword clanged into her armored shoulder while she tackled into his body - balance lost as she placed her shoulder into his abdomen and heaved up with everything she had. Fueled as she was, adrenaline pumping though her body, the shoulder gave a scream that was lost to the battle and landed face first into the muck. Bones cracked and darkness enveloped his vision, both she and he under foot. A boot stepped on the side of her armored head, iron rasped against steel as the warrior slipped and pain filled her thoughts. Eaten by the adrenaline the pain was, and she was movieng again. Rolling into the back heel of an enemy shoulder who tripped over her bulk. Corpses were as dangerous as a living warrior on the battle field, as a one time ally would trip you up as your foe decended on you.
Axe gripped in fist she rolled again to drop the iron edge against the warrior's knee. Rewarded with a gysering fountain of blood that sprayed her face, shoulder, chest, arms, and waist she dragged herself to her feet again. An embodiment of a nightmare she surged forward, dragging two warriors to the ground, hacking and slashing the entire way down. Brambles on a forest's floor parting before a woodsman's axe. Regaining her feet once more she hurled the axe into the back of a warrior, and cursed as she saw her emblem crumbling to the ground. Far too often a disorderly amass of soldiers such as this a friendly kill could occur. That certainly hadn't been her first.
Scooping up a saber, the corpse of a cavlier with a spear transfixed through his leg and three arrows in his chest lay not far away, she turned as a pair of horsemen whipped their mounts at a full gallop. That was the problem with horsemen, in her opinion! True they were a valuable asset, capable of covering distance far greater than foot, not to mention the sheer force of a horse behind your swing, as well as the heigth advantage - horses were always in short supply so any you brought back ment a bonus. But they were always the first to flee!! Which was a good thing for her, the green and black of their cons, standard colors attached to a tall pole that rose from the backs of their saddles where it would not get in the way. Not even, oh how long had she been in this fight? Minutes, hours? It felt like days. Regardless some time ago she'd aquired a mount and had to rip the damn con off - no easy task considering they were made with the saddles - least she risk being hit by her own people. With the horse retreating it was only a matter of time before the foot followed, and the archers. They'd leave the artillery, she was certain they were too -
As far as she got before a hulking monster of a man wielding axes in either hands decended on her. Hacking and slashing, parrying and riposting, she did everything in her power to keep those axes from her. She was injured, she could feel the blood drying on her back and arms cracking when she moved, but those would inflict more than injury. Death or dismemberment, and in a sorte` as large as this it would surely mean death as she'd bleed to death or infection would set in long before a suergon could get to her. Mindful of the corpses under foot she thrusted, slashed, and chopped at her advesary from every angle possible to her at that moment. And one by one they were knocked aside, this man's form near perfect! Those weren't weapons he salvaged from the field as her's was - her preference lay in the heavy weight of a b*****d sword - those were his and that ment he was a recent addition - her previous theory of them breaking was gone - or he was good enough to hang onto them despite everything. Well the ladder seemed appropriate as he was covered with just as much blood as she.
Chainmail rattled behind her, but no time to check. Pain lashed through the side of her head as she was hurled once more from her feet. Disorientated and dazed she moved without thinking, abandoning her weapon again to roll for her life! Only when she stood she didn't do it of her own accord, she was being dragged to her feet. Panic rose in her, she would not be put to the question! Women captured during battle were usually tied up between two steaks for anyone in camp to come up and do what they pleased to her body. She wouldn't! Fist lashed out, encased in steel as they were, found purchase and her assailer went down. Vision clearing she wrenched free of the other's grip long enough to reach out, grab him by the helm, and ram her own against it - which did nothing to help her pounding head. She turned just as three soldier's plowed into her, they were shouting something - she could hear the words but not distinguish what they ment. She could speak that language, she knew she could. Two from the side and one from the back, she landed funny on her shoulder and wind left her body.
"Namvena! Namvena! Stop it!" The voices were saying. She was Namvena, second lieutenant to the Black Boars...how did they know her name? She could feel them trying to hold her blind fury in check as she screamed, kicking and pounding at them with feet and fist. They were trying to restrain her! Some small part of her was telling her to stop, to calm down and be rational, but fear drove her harder. It wasn't until her body was too tired to fire anymore, hope draining from her form or maybe that was her blood, did she slacken her attack and her assailers - the number almost doubling from three to seven - back away. Laying on the ground panting, she could hardly breathe, she saw what she wished she had been seeing. The image of a massive black boar, arrows puncturing the beast's flanks, reering up and snarling at an invisible foe on a field of red. 'Even in the face of defeat keep fighting.' More than a simple motto it was who they were.
"Uhhh - huh?" Came her exhausted reply. "Wh-what?"
"They're breaking, Ma'am! Only scattered fighting of those who don't know yet. We've won! Haha!" One of the soldiers told her as a pair hoisted her to her feet - this time warry of her attack.
Men danced circles and cheered all around her, the adrenaline holding her body upright draining from her body. "Get me.." She muttered as the world spun, "Commander's...tent..." Words slurred her knees buckled. Half expecting to face plant the gooey ground again she was caught by half a dozen men, all clammoring loudly as she hurried her to the Commander's tent. The officer's had their own private doctors, men and women who were far better trained to handle injuries.
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Posted: Mon May 14, 2007 7:01 pm
((X_x Sorry it took so long. Got grounded and then I just plum forgot.))
*Sundel thought for a moment in complete silence. She had not attempted such a feat before, but it would be possible. However, it would be extremely difficult*
......We shall see. It would have been much easier had Kyiana still been with us. If I can do this, you will be free to take the power so long as I get the soul...but I never want to see your face again until the moment of your death. Understood?
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Posted: Wed May 16, 2007 1:18 am
Old D: Unable to really do much of anything, Draeken's soul seethed with a rage that would likely be palpable to Sundel and Erudemesa. Things were just not going well for him anymore and likely, if they had their way, he would have no choice but to cross over into the afterlife. As much as he had once wanted it, he just didnt feel now was his time.
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Posted: Wed May 16, 2007 11:41 am
Erudemasa smiled as Sundel accepted his idea. This was not the grin he normally wore, however. Instead, it bore great similarities to that of an individual who has taken the first step on the road to Generic Evil Overlorddom. He picked the spear up once again and held the end out to Sundel. "Good. Glad to hear that you're on board. After you do this, I have no intent to ever bother you again, and assuming you don't come to me, we will never meet again. I don't intend to ever truly die, let alone on this TimeStream. Plus, I'm not sure whether or not I have a soul or am just filled with, I dunno, the waters of time or the emptiness of the void between worlds. Or hell, it could be delicious creamy nougat, for all I know or care. Mmm. I could go for a Three Musketeers (TM) ((OOC: Yes, he actually says the (TM). Hey, it's Eru. What do you expect?)) bar right about now..."
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Posted: Fri May 18, 2007 8:14 pm
--- training grounds----
Bodies laid everywhere in distorted forms and in different directions. However, the groan from these undead-wishing-to-be-dead angelic soldiers was unanimous. "Come on, get up," Twilight made his order clear, grumbling at this pathetic sight....."..........Anyone who's not in line in ten seconds gets to report to Lieutenant Valen...."
His lines quickly reassembled, Twi went back to making sure the soldiers were training. Why did he have to get the tedious jobs.
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In the next room, Axl sat, solemn looking in the middle of a floor, his eyes closed.
"I am the pulp of my mango....."
He stood up, holding out a mango in front of him, palm facing up with a look of complete concentration.
"Banana peels are my body..... and fruit juice is my blood....."
Axl could now feel the power surging into his body as he held tightly to the mango.
"Have juiced.... OVER NINE THOUSAND!!! mangos....."
He approached the spinning blender slowly.
"Unknown to pesticide...... nor known to growth hormones......"
He drew in his breath, coming to the climax of his chant.
"Have withstood pain..... to squeeze so many fruits........ Yet those hands will never hold Des's boobs......"
His eyes opened in madness, glaring at the open blender. He drew back his arm, preparing for the final ingredient.
"So as I pray...."
With lightning speed, he threw the mango at the open blender.
"Unlimited Vitamin C!!!!"
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The floor shoo with a small tremor in the training room turning all eyes toward the galley. This is why Twi hated the newer recruits, they were so easily distracted. "Everyone settle down! I'll take care of this. Lieutenant Valen will take over." As Twi headed to the kitchen, he could almost hear the soldiers' silent pleas for mercy. "All right! Front and center, welps! Today you learn what muscle is all about..." Throwing off his uniform torso, he flexed his muscles and let the joy in his eyes light up. "Everyone of you come at me!"
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"Dammit, Axl. What the hell did you do--" Twi opened the door, finding a room covered in some kind of juice. "You weren't experimenting again, were you?"
"I've done it!" Axl cried with joy, appearing before Twilight as a mess coverd in fruit pieces. "I've created the ultimate fruit drink! Behold its magnificence!" he held the glass happily in front of Twilight's face.
"You're sure that won't kill you if you drink it?"
"If it does, it's because I'm so good." Axl began gulping down the concoction, taking a satisfied breather after a few gulps.
"I can understand why Gabriel wanted me on the force...... but how the hell did you get his favor........."
"Because someone around his troops has to be a model for good looks...."
"........... You know if someone asks what's wrong with you, you can't blame me, right?" Twi wondered what he did to deserve a son this upbeat and lacking in sense. Blinking he pulled out a small pod from his belt and grumbled. Before long, he headed to the other exit of the kitchen. "You go clean this up. I have to take a message from Commander Mastema." A moment of disbelief passed through Twi, as it always did when he put the word Commander in front of that name.
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Posted: Mon May 21, 2007 5:08 pm
*Sundel cocked a brow at Erudemasa's strange way of jumping from subject to subject*
...I reaped the Three Musketeers...I'm pretty sure they didn't have a nougat center.
*She quickly grabbed the spear and yanked it out of Eru's hands. Thoughts passed through her mind of stealing the spear for herself, of course, but as she did not really care about what happened to Draeken's power, she decided to just go along with it. Throwing the spear into the air, Sundel quickly spun her scythe around her fingers. As the spear descended, it would glow several different colours and before it hit the ground, Draeken's soul would leave it and fly towards Sundel's scythe. A harsh wind would come from all directions suddenly as the scythe would absorb the soul. Breathing heavily and straining her face, Sundel would attempt to break away the two parts of the soul within her weapon.
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2007 12:55 pm
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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2007 5:53 pm
Eru makes no attempt to hold on to the spear when Sundel grabs for it. He smiles slightly as she begins her work on it and stands a distance away, taking one of the chairs with him. He sits calmly and watches Sundel as she works, showing no signs of worry that she might take the spear and run. After all, this Nowhere Plane would be somewhat hard to run from, even for her.
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Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2007 7:15 pm
*Giving a heavy slash at the air, the plane they were residing in would seem to split in two for a moment, and the ground would shake. Along with this, a red energy would shoot from the scythe and back into the spear. Sundel's scythe's blade however, was now glowing blue. Grabbing her head in pain, Sundel let out a bit of a moan*
It's done....now get me out of here, take your spear, and go.
*As she spoke, the plane would form back into one once again*
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