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After receiving the payment, Cassandra got ready to leave. She'd at least wait for Aureus, as she was curious of how he ended up in this city's military like herself.
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Posted: Tue Jul 30, 2013 4:34 pm
   xxxxxxxWith tightly sealed lips the silence of the Nephilim seemed overwhelming. He removed his hood as he approached his Parabatai. The teen had just placed his payment within his pouch before taking his side beside the white haired lady. His golden, hard eyes just looked at her.
It was but a momentary glance but one which held its grasp upon her angelic beauty. She was Nephilim but had not Aureus ever come to think that one of half blood could still maintain a superior form of charm as well. Being but a human half breed himself the pull of the the Parabatai made it exceptionally harder for him to deny her overwhelming traits. Should he have been a human boy he would have fallen for her immediately, but this was not a thing he'd ever come to admit.Generic Information
Yuran Trainee
Ranger Class
Nephilim
250 Energy Pts.
99 Arrows
Str./Spd.: 6/8
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Posted: Tue Jul 30, 2013 7:42 pm
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Posted: Tue Jul 30, 2013 8:30 pm
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When Aureus glanced at her, Cassandra's own deep brown eyes caught the golden eyesthat belonged to Aureus. Just one fraction of a second of eye contact almost made her melt. Her mind flashed back to the grin he flashed at her on the road, and unknowingly a smile formed on her face. But when Aureus glanced away, so did she. She knew she had felt something back then, and that moment just now proved it. Something was there. Something dangerous, and unknown to her. Cassie had never had an attraction to anyone before. People existed, and she acknowledged them. That was how things were run. But this was turning things upside down for her. It was definitely something she had to snuff out. It could never come to anything, she knew that. "You ready?"
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Posted: Tue Jul 30, 2013 9:00 pm
xxxxxxxNo words spilled from his mouth only a nod of reassurance existed in reply. The extreme grip upon his bow only loosened now. Their squad was in the clear and ready to leave once again but he refused to place down his bow. Especially now more than ever did he feel as if retiring his weapon was an unwise decision. He was one to observe, yes, but everything he did seemed to have reason behind it and found for the first time he had no reason to ready himself. They were supposed to head home yet he found himself ready to defend. Not a single clue drifted into his mind about the cause. Not one irrelevant to the bond that was. And so he allowed the two before him to take lead ask he followed behind in deep contemplation.
{exit}Generic Information
Yuran Trainee
Ranger Class
Nephilim
250 Energy Pts.
99 Arrows
Str./Spd.: 6/8
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Posted: Tue Jul 30, 2013 9:10 pm
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Posted: Tue Jul 30, 2013 9:33 pm
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Posted: Fri Sep 13, 2013 4:11 pm
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XXXXXXX [ 4565 / 4800 ➞ Emperor of Aramil ➞ Incubus/Berserker 11/14 ♚ Sage ]
The Incubus arrived in Dathan, landing from the shot of the cannon. Isis followed suit, although she'd probably not be staying here long; she had duties in Aramil. "Isis," Raphael beckoned his summon. "Yes, I know. I'm coming." She was very formal at the moment, wearing a red and golden dress with a white shawl. Her hair was done very well, with a crown helping to keep it styled. "Your outfit isn't very discreet. We're not here to flaunt our royalty." Isis and Raphael had always been taught not to be gaudy. It would quickly become overwhelming for some people, as if they were trying to 'divine' them with their presence. Whatever, though. It wasn't going to be something they did often.
They went deeper into town, and located the office of governance. They had a mayor here, but there were obligatory rooms for the royalty if they visited. Good enough. They wouldn't be staying long, only to check on the affairs of the citizens, and perhaps clear out some more monsters.
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Posted: Sat Sep 14, 2013 8:42 pm
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XXXXXXX [ 4800 / 4800 ➞ Emperor of Aramil ➞ Incubus/Berserker 11/14 ♚ Sage ]
Raphael sat on his bed, and Isis on the chair beside him. She didn't really need to sleep, so she preferred to watch over him as he slept. It wasn't like he minded, anyway -- unless he was sleeping with a partner. Even though, you could say, that was his most vulnerable moment. Isis always understood just about everything regarding her liege. His motivations were clear to her, for most of what he did. It was funny, but she believed that he only became Emperor in the first place to please Jasper. And now he was doing all of this to please the millions of people who'd come to rely on him. And Kirin. And whoever else he'd come to care about, although the list was probably small -- or empty. "Raphael," she called his name. He slowly turned his head to the side, and lifted his chin upward a slight bit, telling her that he was listening. "I have a hard time caring about much of anything. Ever since I became this monster, my ability to feel for others -- even myself -- has all but disappeared. I've become so apathetic, and if not for Lust's guidance I wouldn't even be able to say anything. I'd just become an envious, hateful monster watching from the side-lines. Wallowing in the only emotion I know: sadness." She sighed, realizing that Raphael was probably wondering why the hell she was going off on this.
"Lust helped me learn to hide my apathy, but you taught me to throw away that empty disregard for everything. You gave me emotions, and so my only reaction was to direct them all to you. I care about you, Raphael. Infinitely. There is nothing that you could ever do that would make me stop worrying about you." He believed her. Isis wasn't really a trickster. She was still so caught in what Lust taught her; and while Lust believed they should both manipulate others for survival, they should never lie to each other. Of course, she wasn't saying this for no reason. He was waiting for her to advise him against something he obviously must've been doing. "And so, even now, when you stand at the peak of your power... I worry for you. I've kept an open mind about ways to benefit you, and your happiness." And that was why she pretended to be Danielle's friend, when really, she knew that she was her enemy. It was for that reason that she would always follow him around, listen in on his conversations; she felt and seemed like a stalker. But they both understood why.
"I'm sorry, this is all very sweet, but what are you trying to ask?" She always sucked at getting to the point, with him. Isis must've had a very, very large bush to beat around, as she could scramble for hours before saying the truth. "I want you to tell me everything. Why are you trying to expand? Why do you pretend to have forgotten about Jasper?" And then the question that she couldn't help but ask. This one was far more personal of a question, as she knew that it was something that would not end well for at least one of the people involved. "Do you really love Kirin? And don't you see that he's taken to someone else?" She didn't know where this was all going -- whether it'd benefit in the happiness of Raphael, or whether it'd throw whatever hope he had into the gutter. She didn't understand why someone like him couldn't find the simplest thing to keep him grounded: love. All Incubi ever wanted was that one passion. And he could never secure it. His lovers always abandoned him, and while everyone else believed he quickly got over it, she saw the truth.
When Jasper disappeared, he sobbed the most horrific sounds in his room for days. When he returned to Fraxen to see that his lover had killed himself, he almost killed himself too. It was Isis that always tried to keep him together, and she was failing. She knew that his hope was disappearing very quickly. He was becoming empty inside, and the emptiness turned into a lust for power. He was becoming another monster like Fen. "I'll give you the same reason I gave Lust, when she approached me during the tribulation that made me Sage. Aramil will expand so that everyone knows that Incubus are not little toys to be thrown in the trash when you're bored of them. It's so everyone knows that we're just as ferocious as them, if not more. We have the potential to become more powerful than any creature alive, and we won't hesitate to use this power to leave our mark on the world." The disrespect for his people was boundless. Everywhere he went, he saw the Incubus around him settling into the lives of pets, slaves, prostitutes. They were all servile, and trapped in their own bindings. They did it to themselves.
It was his intention to free them all from their self-created shackles. "I haven't forgotten about Jasper, but there's no use in crying about it anymore. All of the tears in the world won't bring him back. I'll simply have to move on without him." That was true. He was trying really hard to keep himself together, through all of this. It wasn't easy, but he was strong. He'd grown so strong from all of this heartbreak over his whole life. "I understand that Kirin is... involved. But that's flimsy. It'll pass. And honestly, I don't know. Maybe it's a rebound. I'm good at reading other people, but I don't really know how to read myself. I can't even bother to question my motives anymore. I've gotta just stick by what I'm doing." He nodded his head. It wasn't exactly a brilliant answer, but it was good enough. Isis wasn't an interrogator.
"It's my intention to make sure you're happy, and make sure that you get what you want." She shrugged, "Though I question the outcome of all this."
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Posted: Sat Sep 14, 2013 10:14 pm
A few hours later after their conversation, Isis had gone out to town. She had a good eye for what she wanted, but it honestly seemed like this place had nothing of interest at all. Aramil helped them rebuild, but it didn't seem to help them get their economy back together. There wasn't a single decent dress shop in the whole place, only a purveyor of rags for the most lowly of citizens. With the way this place looked, it seemed like everyone was a lowly citizen. At the corner of her eye, she saw a store with the big words: 'arachnic leftovers' as the title of it. That seemed like a pretty grotesque place, but it was probably the most interesting of all the stores here. So, with a strut in her step, she came over to the shop, and entered the room crowded with the swords of assassins, goo from the lords, and everything in-between. It was pretty obvious that this was a shop meant for the more shady of individuals, and it would've been quite scandalous for the princess of Aramil to be seen here. But she didn't really care. "Hello, hello!" She smiled and waved at the man who seemed to own the place, and came over to his desk. It seemed like he was quite depressed, and she could assume why: business was probably not doing so well. This guy was a scavenger at heart, and he only hoped that people cared about the sort of things he'd found.
Isis felt pity for him, though not enough to buy anything. This stuff was nasty. She only came for a particular thing, and what that thing was... it was a secret. She passed off a note into the guy's hands, and he read it thoroughly. Then, with a nod, he went off into the back. It took a bit, but he came to her with a glass cup in his hands, and a very tasty beverage, filled with a special treat. She really adored these back-alley pagan shops. They could find things for you that no one else could. "Thank you, mister." She paid him a fairly heavy sum for something like this, as she felt pretty generous. And with patience, she returned to her room, making sure to refrigerate the drink. With a deep breath outward, she brought herself back to Raphael's room, finding him fapping greviously over the bed. "Your fly's open," she said sarcastically. "What are we doing here, anyway?" She sat down next to him, not looking until he was finished. "Guarding," he replied briefly. "Oh."
(Watch me pass the time until something interesting happens in Val'Ghast in the most boring, random ways possible. : ))
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Posted: Mon Sep 16, 2013 1:27 am
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XXXXXXX [ 4800 / 4800 ➞ Emperor of Aramil ➞ Incubus/Berserker 9/10 (12) ♚ Sage ]
He woke up. Immediately, without a single second to take everything in, he awakened. The man was gasping; hyperventilating. The horrible sting in his heart felt enough to break him. "Isis!" He called on the only one who could help him. He felt like he was about to fall over and die. He wanted to. "What? What happened?" She looked over at him, horrified. He looked like he'd been poisoned. The heavy breathing, the sweating, and the way he was grasping the skin over his heart. Her heart became filled with horrible expectations; maybe he was going to die. Maybe he'd become sick again. "It's Jasper," he cried between breaths. "He severed the bond. I think -- I think he's dead," He didn't want that to be the case. He loved him too much for this to happen. The other scenario wasn't much better, though -- maybe he broke it because he didn't even care about Raphael. Maybe he found someone better. "Oh no..." The blonde lady frowned, going over to embrace Raphael. He needed some form of comfort. She knew he wouldn't be able to handle this without her.
"Why does this always have to happen?" He looked down from over her shoulder, his face looking quite pathetic in its state. "Why can't I have good news for once? Why couldn't he have come back to me instead?" Jasper was so strong. It was unlikely that he died. He must've just abandoned Raphael -- stopped loving him. Maybe he didn't love him in the first place. It must've been like he thought. It was all one-sided; Jasper never really cared. He didn't have a single spot in his heart for Raphael. That was the only possibility he could think of -- otherwise, how would he find it within himself to break the bond? He knew how important it was to Raphael, and Jasper was an Incubus. He was supposed to care too. "Why can't anyone love me, Isis? What's wrong with me?" He could feel his eyes start to water. His whole life had been so miserable, from beginning to end. He didn't even know why he tried to hope that there would come a day where he had something to live for. Maybe he was just afraid of dying, because he didn't want for people to forget about him. There had to be at least a few people who cared about him. Somewhere.
"Raphael," The girl embraced him. "You are the greatest man I've ever known. You're so, so immensely powerful. You're handsome, and smart, and funny. Well, a better storyteller than comedian." She laughed slightly. "I know that you will find someone, one day, who will l--" She stopped immediately, as he slapped her hard on the cheek. "Don't even bother anymore. It's not going to work. I know that the only thing I'll face, for the rest of my life..." He grimaced. "Is heartbreak." And with that, he quickly disappeared, opening the dimension door.
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Posted: Tue Sep 17, 2013 8:12 pm
Expert l Trickster l SPD 12 l STR 6 l Lycan l 1300/1300 I xR E M E M B E Rx DON'T WORRY;; WORRY;; W O R R Y;;
☇ HOW COULD I EVER F O R G E T ? ? ?
( ITS THE FIRST TIME;; THE LAST TIME WE EVER MET )
Darion end up on shore after being shot by the cannon, being soaking wet from after the bubble burst on the surface making him swim all the way there. He panted in exhaustion."You...Can come out now..." He said with a struggle, he needed to dry off and quick. Being soaked like this made him feel vulnerable. He hated the water probably more than anything else.
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Posted: Tue Sep 17, 2013 8:15 pm
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Daddy's Little Girl of fire.
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Posted: Tue Sep 17, 2013 8:21 pm
Expert l Trickster l SPD 12 l STR 6 l Lycan l 1300/1300 I xR E M E M B E Rx DON'T WORRY;; WORRY;; W O R R Y;;
☇ HOW COULD I EVER F O R G E T ? ? ?
( ITS THE FIRST TIME;; THE LAST TIME WE EVER MET )
Darion would put his hand up to Saleria and growl slightly,"Don't waste your energy." he would say sharply. "I've done this before theres no reason to get alarmed." Darion would say as he would disappear and reappear on the other side of the beach. He could go fast enough to dry his hair and face off but his clothes would remain wet. "Usually I would just run to my destination and be dry there but I really can't do that now. Come on lets go get you something to eat." He would say as he would walk towards the road slowly so Saleria could catch up with him.
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Posted: Tue Sep 17, 2013 8:23 pm
Saleria Nystorm The Flame Typhoon ▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓ Saleria pouted, her temperature returning to her average of 80 degrees Fahrenheit. She nodded at the mention of food as her stomach growled loudly, like her father's growling. She nodded and followed after him. (Entrance/Exit) Weapon: Energy: 350/350 Strength: 10 Speed: 5 ▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓ "My daddy can kick your butt, any time! Any where! He can beat Wrath!"
Daddy's Little Girl of fire.
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