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 Posted: Sat Sep 15, 2012 9:28 am
[Location: Warriors Guild]
A door would open on the far side of the office from one of the hallways that eventually led to the arena. From it strode a man who was just shy of 6 feet, whose lean muscle build was hidden by a long sleeve shirt and a vest over top of it. This was Micah, one of the younger Celestials in Heaven, and one who had no grudge against Samuel. A calm aura resonated all around him, and it was obvious that while he was relaxed in manner, he knew how to handle himself with the staff by his side. This was shown by how quickly he had advanced in Heaven's ranks over the course of his time here.
"Sage, let us not lose our heads here..that was many years ago."
The old man behind the desk would glare at the young Celestial for his insolence, but would grudgingly consent, lowering himself back into his seat with eyes piercing into Samuel the Betrayer. He would not speak in this...vermins presence.
Micah would give a slight bow towards the trio, "My apologies. Allow me to help you in an adjoining room."
Micah would walk calmly across the room with a small smile before wrapping his fingers around a golden doorknob, twisting it and pushing it open to reveal a smaller room with a couch and some chairs. He would motion for the others to have a seat. Sabriel could be laid down on the couch until she awakened, and Micah would search one of the cabinets and pull out a cloth. Soaking this with cool water, he would then bring it over to Sabriel to place it on her forehead. Once everyone was inside he would shut the door and then pull up a chair for himself.
Samuel didn't need to stay with these new people, as he was surely familiar with Heaven's realm, however it might not be as safe for him if he remained out in the lobby with the hostile old man and the other angels who seemed rather on edge. This was the arena for fighting, so everyone there would be well trained, after all.
Micah would wait patiently, allowing Sabriel to awake and for everyone else to settle themselves down. Once accomplished, he would see what he could do to help the new arrivals.
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Posted: Sat Sep 15, 2012 9:52 am
[Location: Warriors Guild]
Citel was busy admiring the large lounge when he heard his name called out..by Sabriel? He turned around in time to see her falling, but before he could react the large man from earlier had thankfully caught her. Citel would have never made it in time...
However, this action seemed to not be welcome in Heaven..it appeared that even here quarrels and bickering were just as much a problem as on earth - a shame. It was then that Micah strode through the door to their rescue and ushered them off somewhere else, away from the hostility.
Citel was grateful, and hurried over to Samuel's side to check on Sabriel before anything else. Was this a common thing for Fairies? There was a lot that Citel was going to need to learn. Already so much had happened since their arrival, and his head was spinning trying to process it all. He was out of his comfort zone - he enjoyed the confines of his laboratory and the consistencies of his formulas. This made him rather unsure of himself and what to do. He was all about facts and precision and knowing things...so out here in the unknown he was quiet, trying not to be swept away by the business of life.
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Posted: Sat Sep 15, 2012 12:56 pm
⌠ Zenreal Tellanan ⌡  Zenreal dug himself into the side of the dune as much as possible as the spider he threw would come under assault from within the grenade like shuriken would probably turn it into a huge explosion just like it had done with the other spider. In fact it did and the explosion turned a large area of sand into glass throwing shards of it at the Ashriel spell sword. When the smoke cleared Zenreal would drag himself to his feet only to find another person had shown up wearing the same material as the spiders were made up of. Zenreal glanced around, to discover that the spider attack had abated but for the ones still trapped in threads of shadow. ”Friend or Foe?” The words were almost a snarl as Zenreal manifested a broad long sword using his searing spell blade ability. For all he knew this man was aligned with those spiders or whatever had sent them after himself and the ice mage. Zenreal leveled the blade at Takehitsu awaiting an answer from the man as to his intentions. Having been caught in the explosion from the spider he had tried to throw he was less than pleased with the arrival of a stranger and another prospective enemy. Zenreal had time for the moment to deal with this stranger before the trapped spiders were freed from their shadow chains. ”Speak now, or we see if you are as vulnerable to my magic as those spiders were.” These words were colder, flatter, stiller than the harsher almost animalistic growl he had used previously. Zenreal was slipping into the mindset of a soldier who had fought against things that it should not have been possible to destroy. His ashen skin, and hair lent to the feeling that he was not of this world and as the searing energy infused into the soul knife began to focus into the very edge of the long sword. The searing energy would cut through nearly anything that did not actively dispel magic. There were some forms of ice magic that could not be cut because they focused on dissipating heat and fire magic through the use of ice magic.
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Posted: Sat Sep 15, 2012 1:52 pm
⌠ Arc ⌡ Arc sighed he had just finished a job hunting a pack of mindless lesser demons plaguing one of the farms near Rosewood city. The demon's had been drawn to one the farmers possessions an antique medal like a soldier would receive for valor. The medal had been awarded to one of the farmers ancestors by an angel for deeds committed in the very first battle which had occurred on earth between angels and demons in the most recent war. Arc was relaxing now after the job in a bar called the iron cross a long time hang out for those who fought the influence of the paranormal on the human world. Arc understood intrinsically that the existence of heaven or hell, were just as absolute as the existence of earth. But he also understood that the realms were intended to be entirely separate. Arc was one of the few humans who still had the courage to defend the intended separation between worlds. For Arc there were certain tools that made enforcement easier. At Arc's disposal were Azreal's Wrath, a weapon designed by an angel and built from the materials at his disposal based on an older design by winchester. The lever action rifle was later modified to take a .45 colt round which matches what his single shot side loading pistol takes. Basically he only needs one type of ammunition for each of his fire arms. Arc's second fire arm is White raven, a side loading custom built single shot spiral bore pistol which fires a forty five colt round. The pistol needs one round to put down a small bear, so imagine what it would do to a human who is built of much less sturdy stuff. It works well beyond the range of most hand guns in part because there is no recoil to speak of because there is no repeating action. At the moment the pistol was in a unique quick draw holster on his right thigh. While his lever action rifle hung over his shoulder, with the butt stock protruding over his left shoulder. Seven rounds were chambered in the lever action cylindrical cartridge. Seven more glowed crimson on the butt stock. Another small ammunition belt was strapped to his right wrist containing four purple rounds this was for the quick reloading of his pistol. The glove on his right hand was another unique feature to this particular gun mage. It let him cast his spells as bullets though his repertoire was kinda small at this point he was always trying to work on new spells. With a sigh Arc finished his drink a whiskey on the rocks and thought about what the future held for him. With the quality of results he provided he would probably get another job within a few days. In the mean time though he could focus on what he had recently been working on a spell shot to crystallize the target, inspired by the spreading ice of another of his spell shots. As he sat and thought he gestured for another whiskey from the bartender.
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Posted: Sat Sep 15, 2012 3:03 pm
 Laphiette User Of Ice
Location:
With:
Thoughts:
Laphiette was preparing for the spiders when something hit them and they suddenly blew up. This was not good all she could do was cross her blades in front of her and this threw a small wall of frost in front of her. It would shatter but result in her only getting thrown back several feet. She stood quickly looking at this strange newcomer all in black wondering the same question. He had killed the assailants but she could have been seriously injured in the ending result. The original guy was still alive too but was he friendly or not. Her large wall of ice spikes cracked and collapsed from the explosions. She had several questions but she couldn't think were to start.
Instead she kept her weapons out and walked around to the right of the two guys so it would be something like a triangle. This way she could talk to both of them and have enough time to react to anything they did. She however watched the man all in black and was going to wait for his answer first. Then she would take it from there.
My heart is cold.
My life is frozen in the past.
My purpose, to become Ice.
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Posted: Sat Sep 15, 2012 8:36 pm
Cheshire Ninjette Nuri kept her face straight, neither approving nor disapproving his technique. It wasn't bad, actually pretty clever, but in her opinion he incorporated too much martial arts. She knew why, but she a true master could do it without moving a muscle, and while distracted. It was all a matter of where you place and output your energy. She thought for a moment, debating her next test.
After a moment's thought she gave a very small smile, remembering what her father had done to teach her the elements. He always put her in danger, so that her potential showed. That didn't work for most people, but this boy was at least eager to please.
Nuri backed up and bowed, getting into a specific stance, the ground under them trembling for a moment and then passing up the mountain. "You say you have a problem with elements at a longer range?" By now the mountain was grumbling. "There are animals that live on that mountain. The farther up you stop this avalanche, the less of them die." There was a pop somewhere at the top of the mountain and snow came flying off the peak, as if there was an explosion under the snow, and the snow came raining down. She stood back up straight as the snow displaced and came crashing down in waves, like a tsunami of ice going with the gravity instead of against it. She hoped he had enough raw power to stop the avalanche, and what she didn't mention to him is that she was already shielding the few animals that actually did go up that mountain. The tribes needed something to hunt, and even though they destroyed her village, she was loyal to her race.
((Kinda crappy but.. i just needed to get this done.. sorry it took so long.. working two jobs.. and that's the HIGH point of my life right now.))
Tiertu's eye's widened with a bit of shock at her test. But without the want to waste time he immediately began focusing his will towards the mountain peak. He took in a very deep breath, which caused his chest to puff out, and slammed a powerful heel kick straight into the ground before him, causing a v-shaped shock wave to emanate from his position. Once it covered half the distance to the falling snow, the monk exhaled while slowly pushing his arms out from his chest which caused the wave to narrow and direct itself to the snow line. Once the forces collided Tiertu slammed a fist into the air before him causing a dense wall of rock to rise swiftly before the ice catching it before it gained too much momentum. Once he completed his task he rose for a moment only to fall to his knees immediately after, drained of his strength, yet still conscious.
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Posted: Sun Sep 16, 2012 10:34 am
Samuel D. Tyson
Location: Guild
Status: Remorseful
Samuel would glance up only briefly at the young Angel, his eyes focused on the fairy in his arms. As the man handled the Sage and ushered them into a room he followed, carrying the young women as if she was but a feather. His ominous eyes glancing back at the old Angel who stared at him still with the fury of a wildfire.
He was not alone.....others had joined him and now conversed. With out condoning or condemning them he would sigh, turning back to the young Angel and following him into the side room. He would place the fairy down on the sofa, gently placing her arms over chest and backing away to give her breathing room. He would un-sling his black gym bag and let it slowly fall to his feet, setting it down gently before leaning up against the wall and taking a moment to breathe.
So much hostility, so much hatred in the air and form such powerful beings. It felt like a thousand stones crushing down on his massive shoulders. A weight not even he could resist for long. Samuel would glance up at the young Angel, his white dead eyes looking him over with gratitude. The young man was strong, but his face appeared fragile because of his youth. Yet he moved and spoke like a true professional, respected among the ranks no doubt. "Thank you..for that..." He referred to the incident in the lobby. "But you can not blame them can you? I know what they call me, what they say of me. I do not blame them. I am afraid I must however ask of one more favor, I need to speak with Arganoss, The Angel of Judgement. Only he can grant me safe passage thru these halls. Do you know where I can find him?"
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Posted: Sun Sep 16, 2012 8:35 pm
Sabriel Megalith [ Warriors Guild Lobby > Small Chamber ] Sabriel sluggishly crawled her way out of her faint, doing a mental check for any injuries. Once she was certain that she was unharmed, she opened her eyes to discover that she was no longer in the lobby but laid out on a couch in a much smaller chamber.
Closing her eyes again, she lifted her hands to her face, covering it so that her fingertips brushed against the cool cloth on her forehead, while cursing her luck,
Her normally neatly organized thoughts were a shambles.
Summoning a mental image of a mini version of herself, she started cleaning up her thoughts and settling them back into order. Too many bad thoughts had come loose at once in such a disorganized fashion it had sent her poor brain into overdrive.
Finally satisfied that everything was back as it should be, she swung her legs off the couch and sat up elegantly, pulling the cloth from her forehead into her hands.
Turning to the tall angel who she didn't recognize, she dipped her head on an angle so that her chin went to the left and leaned forwards from the waist. She then turned to the angel who had followed them in that she had heard talking while she'd been reorganizing her thoughts and repeated the action for him.
"Many apologies for my display within the lobby. It was not my intentions to cause such a scene. However many many thanks for your assistance kind sirs."
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Posted: Mon Sep 17, 2012 4:29 am
Takehitsu watched the man who decided apparently not to finish the spiders off. He turned to them since they could not move and slashed them into pieces in a very swift movement. In Takehitsu's eyes the question was already answered It should have made sense as well. He hadn't attacked them had he. Takehitsu was not the type to try and trick people if he wanted them dead he killed them. As such he began to walk back toward the mechanical dragon turning his back to both of the others like he wasn't worried about them at this point, "I have a mess to clean up you can come or you can go."
Takehitsu was actually offering them the chance to assist him. Not that they would understand that. He pointed in a direction and the massive dragon flew off leaving him behind. This was all a part of his plan at this point. He wanted to see if these people meant his facility any harm at this point. "This land and the facility are mine created thousands of years ago and it's guardians and denizens run amok. As they are mine I will purge them and begin again were I left off. You can come and have me owe you one or not." As such Takehitsu gave a bow as an equal. "Takehitsu, fighter for hire." He would then introduce himself. Both of his katanas seemed to dissipate like a computer program dispersing a solid into pixels then smaller until they where gone from top to the bottom.
Takehitsu watched both of them. The fact they had even survived thus far and had managed to both kill some of the spiders meant they had at least some worth. The spiders were however not the biggest or most dangerous of weapons he had here and now that the ancient temple, factory, metal wasteland, had emerged all the defensive weapons where free to run around. The dragon could now be seen higher n the sky circling the grounds as a whole. It's task was to keep anything that was not still following it's original programming from getting away. Takehitsu however stayed watching these two. They both had magics that could damage him which would make a fight with them interesting although the females skills he didn't think would allow her to last long against him, in fact the other man let the spiders get close to him as well. That would spell his death to Takehitsu as well. But that would go untested hopefully for now.
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Posted: Mon Sep 17, 2012 7:56 am
⌠ Zenreal Tellanan ⌡ Zenreal pursed his lips and glanced over at the ice witch his ashen eyes cold as he assessed each of the two. With a dismissive gesture his spell blade vanished and he focused on what the other man was saying. He claimed that this ancient mechanical Citadel was of his own creation, a claim that Zenreal had no reason to discount given the similarity between the man’s equipment and the material the spiders had been crafted of. Besides this would be an interesting opportunity to test his hand at casting his magic naturally rather than forging it into spell blades. ”Interesting and how is it that you came to lose control of your creation?” His tone was droll, slightly bemused but mostly dry, his keen alien eyes had registered the man dispatching the spiders, his mind filling away tiny details about the man’s style should a time come when he was forced to dispatch the man. His attention diverted briefly from the mercenary appraising the ice witch with her weapons still drawn. A brief thought registered, her stance revealing a lack of trust in either himself or the other man. As such they stood as three strangers in a cross road, one that could shape a great many things in his near future. So his next words were aimed at the witch. ”And you, where do you stand in all this, what are your thoughts?” As he awaited each of their responses he did a few mental calculations If pressed he could withdraw fast enough to give him time to draw a mind or spell blade. A thought he did not relish because one vs one vs one fights were ugly as sin and unpredictable. At any rate his curiosity would in all likely hood lead him to join this little expedition, especially if the ice witch agreed as well. All the same he suspected this conversation would be brief especially given the nature of their host and so he suspected hasty decisions were in order.
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Posted: Mon Sep 17, 2012 10:07 am
[Location: Warriors Guild]
"Ahh! The lady awakens. Your thanks is not needed, I am merely glad to be of assistance. Really it was Samuel who saved you, I believe."
Turning to Citel for a moment, Micah would note that he was keeping quiet, and that he looked very much out of his comfort zone. Samuel carried a small gym bag - or at least small in comparison with its owner - and then Citel had a duffle bag of his own, which he soon put down on the ground as well.
The air was tense for the moment, but Micah's aura was slowly drawing that to a close, replacing it for a feeling of security and comfort, almost as if they were all back home safe and sound.
"Arganoss? I shall send a messenger. I do wonder, though, why have you come back here if it is not safe for you?"
Rising and walking over to the barren desk against the wall, Micah would press a button on the underside of it. In a minute or two someone would show up to assist Samuel, but until then Micah's question would linger...
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Posted: Mon Sep 17, 2012 4:40 pm
Samuel D. Tyson
Location: Side Room
Status: Calm
"Because it is my duty." He was the Angel of Sorrow, one of 23 elite warriors tasked with over seeing a certain domain. The world was in madness and mourning now more then ever, it had a sacred right to assist in any way he could even if it was un-wanted. The Eruditus as they were called consisted of 23 Angels all having a particular domain, many of them fell in sync with the original 23 Caritheons.
The Eruditus, the Enlightened. It is said that these Angels were given scared charge to carry out God's master plan but of course that was only myth. Their real purpose was to guard and protect the Mortals from Angelic Corruption as much as from Demonic. To be un-bias and seek out any corruption, and destroy it...even among their own. Samuel had done just that and his sacred duty had not earned him favor with the general populace, only his own brethen of the ranks and the Originals stood by him, and 23 was a small number against the dogs of heaven.
So to protect his fellow Eruditus he had left willing and stayed banished on his own terms. But now the calling of light had reached even him, in the darkest part of the Abyss. "Regardless of my safety I must do what i was tasked to do, I must be an example."
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Posted: Mon Sep 17, 2012 6:00 pm
Arcanum
"War, War never changes no matter who is fighting, what it is fighting, how the weapons or devices change it is war all the same. I am done fighting..." →The clouds seemingly phrasing though him as the wind blows though his hair. Nothing but clouds and light could been seen as this vision moves on. Finally breaking though the cloud cover the green bottom below is seen with the shine of water off in the distance. Reaching out with his right hand he puts infront of his face blocking the air smacking into him faultering his vision. Glancing off to the side the black hair flies wildly at his sides barely catching the glimpse of something breaking the cloud cover now. Rolling on his back the weight of his fall did not lessen as he fell from the sky. The object seems to extend out great wings from its back coming towards him matching his pace. It was a man he onced looked up to, the man that had protected him as a boy. Extending out his hand the man opens his mouth, moving his lips but yet nothing is heard as this happens. Raising his right hand Arcanum grabs the man's hand pulling him closer to look into his eyes. Both men held an iron grip as they still fell closer and closer to the earth below Arcanum's lips open to speak only a few words."Thank you Gabriel....." quickly pushing off him Arcanum's lets go off the grip and keeps falling towards the ground facing straight towards it. Hearing the massive wings behind him beat loudly going back up into the clouds. Staring at the tree line now Arcanum opens his mouth as he roars loudly ready to crash into the ground below. A dark crimson energy clovering him he sees the trees within a foot. Raising off the ground quickly Arcanum wakes to heavy breath and a slight sweat. Looking at the room around him he realizes it was just a simple dream nothing more. Bringing up his right hand he stares at it as he turns and moves it seeing if he was not expelling any of the energy. Thankfully he was not as he rose from the bed and sat on the edge trying to gather himself. That day had always haunted him, falling from heaven down not into hell but crashing into earth. The falling without his wings to carry him safely down, no with them chained and weighted he was banished from his home into the dirt. Raising off the bed he extends his limbs out loosening his muscles. From the light pouring in from outside he could tell that it was morning and it was time to prepare himself for the day. Walking over to his closet he opens it up looking over what he could wear today, with the cold wind out the last few days he would pit on his jacket and some jeans it seemed. Taking a few moments he dressed himself he goes over to his end table grabbing a small rod like object attaching it to his side. Something he had always carried on hand just incase things did not turn out as planned which some how it always did. Grabbing his keys off the table he heads into the kitchen going into his fridge and pulling out some food with a water. This was most likely all he was going to eat today. Heading towards his door he opens it up and heads out into the cold air ready start his day. The sun shined down on the camp town near his house. Things had gotten bad near by in one of the cities forcing some of the humans to form small camp towns to keep on. Truly Arcanum did not understand this, any demonic force that would pick up their scent would surely kill them in such a large group. It was just way too easy to spot. Thou this did not stop him from coming into the camp town to look for something. As he walked though the paths in the town he noticed children playing with a dog running with what seemed to be his stick. The children ran after it trying hopelessly to take it from the animal that would never catch. A faint sme formed across his face as he saw this happening. Children were the one thing god and all of the angels in the heaven loved. They held so much promise, so much joy, and so much innounce. Innounce was something that had disappeared from this world along time ago sadly for humans it is lost with age. With their increasing society with new out looks and new forms of people this was lost to drugs,sex out of wedlock, thievery, and sadly murder. Turning foreword Acrnaum closes his eyes placing his hands in his coat pockets in thought of this subject like he did when something started to grow in thought. War was the result of many things, agruements, death, greed, lust, and envy. So many sins that brought forth such a horrid thing to all plans of exsitance. Angels were not much better than the humans in this regard, fighting against an enemy that have learned to hate. Demons. Do not get him wrong Arcanum hates demons with a passion, one of his biggest sins. War was something that Arcanum had learned over the years could never truly be stop only post-poned and pushed back for a time. Being the imperfect beings they all were this happened when sins are in play even their faith. Faith... something Arcanum himseld had troubled with these days knowing the darkness that they all faced. Arcanum sadly has questioned God with one of the biggest questions that almost everyone that has seen death has asked. Why does he allow such things to happen... Murder being something that always caused him to question him still. Letting out a slight sigh Arcanum reaches the small lake outside the camp town looking into it seeing the reflection of himself. ←  Location ; Earth, Outskirts of Human Camp TownWho I'm with:no oneMy mood is: In thought{ Out. of. character;Anyone please something my way. I would love to do something. Fighting, talking anything }
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Posted: Tue Sep 18, 2012 12:41 am
⌠ Arc ⌡  Arc tossed back another shot of whiskey and made the decision to head out to one of his sources, a medium with a good feel for the ebb and flow of the supernatural world. One of the guys who could almost predict demonic incursion in the areas around Rosewood city. Recently Gremlins, Imps, and some other minor pests of demonic origin had been cropping up, mostly hunting outlying towns. Most people used Oracle's information to stay clear of peak areas of activity, Arc used them to look for work, so thats where he was going to head, he needed some more cash for parts and ingredients for his spells. As he slipped off the bar stool he drew white raven and loaded in an icy blue round that seemed to chill anyone who even glanced sideways at it. The round contained enough icy energy to freeze the blood in the veins around the point of impact. It wasnt a lethal round but it was designed to slow an opponent down cold in their tracks. The round was his best defense against a surprise melee attack. It allowed him to pause his opponents offense and let him gain enough ground to be an effective combatant. Arc stepped out into the chill wind as he holstered White Raven again. He was headed out towards Oracle's place on the edge of town, out that was demon's were more common and lost souls, and even fallen angels. But Oracle had a reputation and the area around his place was always calm as if enchanted. Arc was one of the few who wandered the streets at the edge of Rosewood without fear. In large part because of the fact that he was forcing the darkness back out from the edges of the city. Today there seemed to be a lot of activity in the various little markets on the way to Oracle's. The light had only recently begun to bleach away the darkness of the night with the coming of dawn. At dawn Oracle would always greet the day with an open ritual one which could be joined by any member of the public. One which had drawn in the ancient rights of sun worship from the old pagan faiths. It was at the end of this ritual that Arc dropped in, the irony of the timing not lost on the gun mage or on Oracle. Arc waited discreetly while the ritual wrapped up since he wanted a private word with his friend. His last job had payed out with an actual blessed medal of st Michael. The medal's were rare finds in heaven or hell since the beginning of the planar wars. Oracle was something of a purveyor of antique blessings and curses, their power stemming from an age before heaven and hell lost their true glory. "Ah Arc,"The words sprang from a sudden stillness in the room which had since cleared of ritual participants. In the lapse of Arc's focus Oracle had taken his normal seat near his table a marble print of the area surrounding rose wood city. The marble was white and black and it seemed alive, swirling with the tides of light and darkness. A glance told Arc all he needed to know about the situation greater darkness was gathering in the area near Lasciel's tears a lake surrounded by small camp towns about twenty miles from Rose wood. In appreciation for the information Arc came forward setting the medal in the gathering darkness. "Ah thank you Oracle, this is for you, it looks like the hunt calls."Arc had since his origins as a hunter amassed enough fortune to own a small manse supposedly cursed on the edge of town, not far from Oracles place. There were saddled his horses one of which he would take and ride for Lasciel's tears. With any luck he would not find a greater demon on arrival. ⌠ Location ⌡ Rosewood - heading towards Arcanum and the camp town of lasciel's tears. ⌠ With Whom ⌡ No one yet ⌠ OOC ⌡ This is to entertain Wulf
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Posted: Tue Sep 18, 2012 1:21 am
Sabriel Megalith [ Small Chamber ] Glancing at Citel and Samuel with their bags, Sabriel frowned. She remembered dropping her own bags when she had started to feel light-headed, but they were not here in the room with her now.
"I'm sorry to interrupt the… um… chilly home comings, but has anyone seen my things? I'd hate to see my healers kit fall into the wrong hands and have someone accidentally kill themselves because they mistook dried hellebore leaves for tea."
While many would think that the fairy was lying about the capabilities of her kit as most healers only carried "safe" medicines, Sabriel on the other hand was different. When her adoptive brother initiated her into the Megalith Assassins it was soon obvious that she had almost no combat skills whatsoever so she spent her time researching what she considered more "ladylike" and "clean" methods of killing… Poisons.
This meant that her healers kit was not just full of medicines, but various toxins too.
Raising an eyebrow at the new angel, Sabriel could feel his aura washing over her.
She didn't generally like other people using magic on her unannounced. This was because she felt that it was common courtesy to make someone aware if you were going to use magic on them.
Deciding to be polite she bit the inside of her lip and kept quiet.
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