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 Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2011 12:10 am
iShayera I_am_Ronnel_no_Fenniksu ((-.-; Auggy, I'm two ranks higher than BOTH of you. Neither her seduction effects or your Pheromones are going to affect my RPC. So that 'battle' is going to wait until ya'll rank up some.)) ((:3 -Raises hand- For the record... -tackles Ronnel and sticks an irremoveable sticker on his forehead reading PROPERTY OF SHAY- Mine. Just sayin'.)) [[ I hate you SOOOOOOO much. evil ]]
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Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2011 12:15 am
((When the ******** did I become a prize dammit????
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Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2011 12:24 am
 Cαssαи∂яα Дяια∂иɛ Ɖιмιтяι
[Sʋccʋвʋs] [Ƭrιcκsтɛr] [Sтяɛиɢтн: 5] [Sρɛɛ∂: 9] [Tяαιиɛɛ] [Ƴʋяαи] [Cιтιʓɛи] “Ƭнιs doesn't make much sense. Think far out, but Im' still locked ιи…” xxxxThe petite redhead beside the Shadowknight merely snorted in response to his blatant absurdity and shook her head, crimson curls bouncing and catching the light softly. A small smile had the corners of her full pouty lips lifting in response to Azrael’s nonsensical rambling as she listened avidly, catching onto every syllable he uttered, including those addressed to the lycanthrope that she was trying so hard to ignore. She locked her eyes onto Azrael’s scarlet irises and smiled, suppressing a laugh as she gently interlaced her fingers with his and squeezed gently.
xxxx”You have no idea about my past, Az. If you did, you would see once and for all just how ugly I can be.” Her tone was warm, but had the slightest bitter edge to it as she spoke, leaning her head against Azrael’s shoulder. She smiled and rested her left side against his right, the heat from her body just barely enough to keep her warm in this glacial city. “Would you remove your helmet if I said please and made a face like this?” Cassandra batted her long eyelashes and pouted slightly, her lower lip barely trembling as she looked up at him, her eyes a warm liquid azure. “…Ɩ'м still lost, walking circles. The floor swallowed me up; there's nowhere to ɢσ..."  [OoC: Love you too, Auggie biggrin @Ronron: When Auggie decided to try and take Ronron away from Shay.]
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Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2011 12:33 am
 Dansk Metallium[Altered Werewolf | Trickster | Air/]
Dansk became wide-eyed as the man began talking to him, biting his lip, he traced a droplet of water down from his temple to his cheekbone with a finger.
"Of course... the Steam... parlor... because I know exactly where that is..." mumbled Dansk, as he lowered his gaze to the ground, blushing in embarrassment; he had no idea where he actually was right now, or where this steam parlor was. He was in Pronta City... that was the extent of his geographical knowledge of the area. He started rubbing the back of his head once again, trying to stay out of the gaze of the man, feeling judged. He was 21 but mentally he was still a teen, his mental growth stunted by the confines of the world of cold steel walls, wires and body filled tubes that he grew up in.
"Do you think you could... tell... or show me... the way.... mister.... SIR.... uhh... mate?" he asked awkwardly as he kicked the heel of his right boot against the ground.
[Strength: 7 -- Speed: 9 Energy: 350 ]
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 [[ No... really.. I do Shay. sad ]]
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Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2011 12:39 am
Azrael Noce Pharos | Yuran | Adept| Shadowknight | Energy Max: 900 | Ammunition Max: 180 | Strength: 10 | Speed: 0.5|  Shadows of Fear sweep across the soul.....
"Summoning: Skeleton." Azrael placed one hand against the ground, causing a skeleton dressed in rags to rise from the ground and rattle its jaw. "Can you write?" The skeleton used the finger of one hand to sketch a shaky 'yes' onto the ground. "Good. Go with the pup here and lead him to the Steam and Massage Parlor, and answer any questions he has. If he seeks training, I believe Athrun's family is still handling that." He turned his gaze to Cassandra as the small, almost child-sized skeleton clattered over to the werewolf and tugged on his wet shirt plaintively. "Miss Cassandra, why is it so important for you that I take off my helmet?"  ....the Shadowknights have risen on wings of despair.
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Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2011 12:53 am
Cαssαи∂яα Дяια∂иɛ Ɖιмιтяι
[Sʋccʋвʋs] [Ƭrιcκsтɛr] [Sтяɛиɢтн: 5] [Sρɛɛ∂: 9] [Tяαιиɛɛ] [Ƴʋяαи] [Cιтιʓɛи] “Ƭнιs doesn't make much sense. Think far out, but Im' still locked ιи…” xxxxCassandra looked away from Azrael shyly, avoiding his crimson gaze as best she could. She glanced up at his face after several moments of prolonged awkward silence, only to reveal that her cheeks had become flushed pink by heat that had pooled into her cheeks. She curled up closer to Azrael, pulling her knees up closer to her chest and looked down, blushing as she mumbled something that came out as garbled nonsense, and not much else.
xxxx”I wish to see your face is all…” Her shy words trailed off as she murmured them, returning her gaze back to the scenery around them as her face continued to burn a shade of gentle pink. “My curiosity has gotten the better of me. Please?” She glanced up at him through her thick eyelashes, her azure eyes burning into his. “…Ɩ'м still lost, walking circles. The floor swallowed me up; there's nowhere to ɢσ..."
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Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2011 12:53 am
Dansk Metallium[Altered Werewolf | Trickster | Air/]
Dansk's mouth watered slightly as the tiny skeleton arose from the ground and was given orders to help him, it was adorably small but it was made of bones, and wolves weren't unlike dogs when it came to bones, Dansk was going to have to be a good boy, since the big man had helped him out. He felt the skeleton yank on his top and he let the skeleton begin to guide him out of the gardens and to the steam parlor.
He almost forgot his manners and walked off then and there but he raised one hand to wave at the rather large man who had helped him out twice now.
"Bye Mr. Big Man-" he called out, "My name is Dansk, thanks for all the help!" as he continued walking his waving arm began to extend, eight whole meters up into the air, so the man could see him waving even as he moved further and further away.
[Exit to Steam Parlor]
[Strength: 7 -- Speed: 9 -- Energy: 350 ]
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Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2011 12:59 am
Azrael Noce Pharos | Yuran | Adept| Shadowknight | Energy Max: 900 | Ammunition Max: 180 | Strength: 10 | Speed: 0.5| Shadows of Fear sweep across the soul.....
Azrael sighed heavily before slowly reaching his hands up to his helmet. He paused and looked at Cassandra, wondering why it was that he gave in so easily to her requests when Alice had had to use her full seduction techniques to get him to even think about it. He sighed again before sliding the helmet off, revealing the thick patchwork of scars that covered nearly every inch of his skin. "Happy?" ....the Shadowknights have risen on wings of despair.
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Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2011 1:15 am
Cαssαи∂яα Дяια∂иɛ Ɖιмιтяι
[Sʋccʋвʋs] [Ƭrιcκsтɛr] [Sтяɛиɢтн: 5] [Sρɛɛ∂: 9] [Tяαιиɛɛ] [Ƴʋяαи] [Cιтιʓɛи] “Ƭнιs doesn't make much sense. Think far out, but Im' still locked ιи…” xxxxCassandra’s eyes widened in shock as Azrael actually lifted his helmet off. It wasn’t his appearance that surprised her. No. It was the fact that he had actually respected her request and removed his helmet for her. She raised her free hand and, fingertips trembling ever so slightly began to trace the crisscrossing pattern of scars that marred his otherwise handsome face. The scarring didn’t repel or repulse her. It added a certain air of masculinity to Azrael’s face. Before she could realize it, Cassandra had shifted and was kneeling next to Azrael, the fingertips of both hands gently tracing the old wounds before coming to rest on either side of his face, the thumb of her right hand pausing against his lower lip. Her eyes met his and her face flushed once again.
xxxx”Does it hurt?” Her whisper was nearly inaudible as she went still, hands trembling slightly, eyes locked onto Azrael’s. Her fingertips were cool and gentle as they pressed, as gentle as the whisper of a butterfly’s wings, against Azrael’s ravaged skin. “…Ɩ'м still lost, walking circles. The floor swallowed me up; there's nowhere to ɢσ..."
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Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2011 1:20 am
Azrael Noce Pharos | Yuran | Adept| Shadowknight | Energy Max: 900 | Ammunition Max: 180 | Strength: 10 | Speed: 0.5| Shadows of Fear sweep across the soul.....
"I have grown accustomed to the pain." He shifted uneasily. He felt naked with his skin exposed, wrong and out of place. The few times he took his helmet off it was normally in the depths of shadows or in the dark of the night. This was the first time he had willingly taken his helmet off in the daylight, and it was definitely making him uncomfortable. ....the Shadowknights have risen on wings of despair.
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Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2011 1:31 am
Azrael Noce Pharos | Yuran | Adept| Shadowknight | Energy Max: 900 | Ammunition Max: 180 | Strength: 10 | Speed: 0.5| Shadows of Fear sweep across the soul.....
Azrael stood up. He wasn't sure that the skeleton he had summoned would be useful enough once the duo reached the Steam Parlor, and he was still worried about that werewolf. The fact that the person who apparently seemed to be a young man was asking strangers if they were his Papa was almost reminiscent of a small child. He offered one hand to Cassandra. "I summoned the skeleton of a former worker at the Parlor, but if he has other questions then she might not be able to answer them. Are you coming with me?" He tilted his head to one side, his helmet resting under his other arm. ....the Shadowknights have risen on wings of despair.
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Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2011 1:45 am
Cαssαи∂яα Дяια∂иɛ Ɖιмιтяι
[Sʋccʋвʋs] [Ƭrιcκsтɛr] [Sтяɛиɢтн: 5] [Sρɛɛ∂: 9] [Tяαιиɛɛ] [Ƴʋяαи] [Cιтιʓɛи] “Ƭнιs doesn't make much sense. Think far out, but Im' still locked ιи…” xxxxCassandra studied Azrael silently for several moments before gently running the fingertips of her left hand down his cheek. She traced the hard ridges of scar tissue that lay on the surface of Azrael’s skin, touching the tip of the index finger on her right hand to Azrael’s bottom lip in place of her thumb. Her hands were still gently pressed against the sides of his face when Azrael stood suddenly, evoking a feeling within Cassandra similar to having a piece of her torn out of her hands. He faced away from her for several moments that were much too long before turning to face her once more. Cassandra was caught between shock, anger, and hurt, allowing her hands to briefly fall limply into her lap. Azrael’s question, however, had her scrambling to her feet and taking his hand in hers.
xxxx”Yes.” The simple word, her face a smooth, composed mask showed no emotion whatsoever as Cassandra took his hand. She turned her face away from Azrael slightly, hiding her eyes behind her thick red curls as her azure eyes instantly flooded with tears. Her face pooled with heat and the reflex reaction had her fighting the urge to run away from him. Rejection washed over her, strong and bitter. “…Ɩ'м still lost, walking circles. The floor swallowed me up; there's nowhere to ɢσ..."
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Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2011 1:50 am
Azrael Noce Pharos | Yuran | Adept| Shadowknight | Energy Max: 900 | Ammunition Max: 180 | Strength: 10 | Speed: 0.5| Shadows of Fear sweep across the soul.....
"Let's go then." He paused and scooped her up into his arms, nestling her against his chest. "I am not choosing one of you above the other. That child reminds me of myself - something horrible was done to him, and it appears to have robbed him of his past. I cannot bear to know that there is another like that and I am not trying to help them." He strode from the Gardens, Cassandra tucked into his arms and S asleep on his shoulder. ....the Shadowknights have risen on wings of despair. ((Exit to Steam Parlor))
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Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2011 1:56 am
((We'll stick with a simply auto-follow, so Shay doesn't start tearing off heads. Kay? Kay.))
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Posted: Wed Jan 19, 2011 6:24 pm
Azrael Noce Pharos | Yuran | Adept| Shadowknight | Energy Max: 900 | Ammunition Max: 180 | Strength: 10 | Speed: 0.5|  Shadows of Fear sweep across the soul.....
Azrael thudded into the Gardens and looked around. So far, no one else was here. He was a little disappointed that Cassandra hadn't come here ahead of him, but he figured that she was having fun talking with Dansk and Alice. He set his newly acquired bag of scrolls down, then pulled a much older scroll from his personal bag. The writing on this was penned in his own hand - the techniques of the newly revived group, the Shadowknights. He unfurled it carefully, and began reading the next technique that he would learn. ....the Shadowknights have risen on wings of despair.
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