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 Posted: Fri Jun 16, 2006 8:21 am
((Cleaned out all the OOC chatter so it looks pretty now. 3nodding Don't freak out. No one's in trouble. Just keep it to a minimum.))
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Posted: Mon Jun 19, 2006 9:33 pm
((Holy Jesus on a stick! There is a new Dante in the house! Everyone bow down to Ilarian the new Dante! *cheers and then sneaks off to post Vergil*
And Zayoren I know I'm being a literate @$$ when I nitpick like this but... please watch your letters. When you start a sentence please please please uppercase the first letter. It just looks so much nicer and then people can't run around jabbing fingers at you saying 'n00b' which you're not, but people are mean like that ><
Sorry Lyre for the evil OOCness, if I've been bad put me in the corner!))
Vergil let the two fools be, turning his gaze to the sky. Not that he was paying attention to the sky either, his gaze wasn't looking anywhere in paticular, just staring off into nothing. He was trying to think of something, anything to calm himself down. Being around Dante and this new fellow was going to grate on his nerves terribly and he didn't need to be in a pissy mood before hand, and then have it get only worse later on.
The one thing he could think of didn't exactly help his mood, it reminded him of the tiff between Dante and him previously that evening. That fool, telling him that he had no feelings of loss for their mother. Even though she had been human, she had also been their mother and no child can hate a mother who loves and cares for them. Vergil's fingers clasped around the amulet that hung from his neck, as he tried to remember her face, always smiling and cheerful... kind of like Dante. Another thing that pissed him off about Dante, he was too much like their mother. Being such a constant reminder was one reason he couldn't stand being around him sometimes.
It just hurt... thinking about her... about that day...
"Mother..." he sighed, and then walking to the edge of the roof, lept off, breaking his fall nicely by turning into his devil form long enough to spread his wings and land safely on the ground. Changing back he started off towards Devil May Cry. He'd let those two catch up when they were good and ready.
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Posted: Tue Jun 20, 2006 8:23 am
Dante followed his brother, but stopped at the edge of the roof to lift one booted foot and rest it on the raised edge. Brown leather pants creaked a bit with the movement and the young man rested the hilt of Rebellion on his shoulder, hooking his elbow around the tang to let his forearm hang loosely as he watched his brother retreat toward the Devil May Cry. His free hand lifted to his bare chest where an amulet hung around his neck, displayed for all the world to see since his long crimson coat was usually open. Fingers curled around it and he thought with a tad bit of annoyance, Was that what this was all about?
Heaving a great big sigh, he flipped Rebellion into the air and caught it again to slide the weapon home along his back. Whirling caused the red coat to flare out (always a sexy move for the ladies) and pointed a half-gloved finger at Tristan, "Yo, Fluffy! You got a name to go with those tales?"
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Posted: Tue Jun 20, 2006 11:20 am
"It's Tristan O'Daniel." he stepped over beside Dante and made a long flipping jump onto the street below, landing gracefully and turning to look back up to him."You comin' or not?" he asked and turned to follow
vergil. He was actually planning on chasing after him and apologizing for being a total a** to him. He picked up a little speed, running on only his toes. He knew he did that but he never really cared, it wasn't like people didn't know he was a devil just from the tails alone, now was it. As he finally caught up with Vergil, he slowed down somewhat, so he was matching Vergil's every step."Listen. I'm sory about the whole "Preaching" thing earlier. I'm just the kind of guy who doesn't think it's right to attack someone who hasn't attacked yet. I mean the guy could've just been trying to see who you were. I mean, that's the only reason I really came up there was to see who you were. I'm a devil hunter by trade, just like you and your brother but I still give people a chance to prove or provoke. So, can we just kinda......forget that ever happened and start fresh?"
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Posted: Tue Jun 20, 2006 4:00 pm
((If I don't get a Kistion post soon, Caprica is going to get a sudden burst of strength allowing him to get the hell out of there and interact with other people.))
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Posted: Tue Jun 20, 2006 7:59 pm
Vergil abrutly stuffed his amulet back into his vest as Tristan stepped up beside him, like a shadow almost. It was none of that devil's business as to what he grieved about.
"It does not concern me anymore... it's been forgotten." Vergil said, though it would still continue to bother him for the rest of the night, and probably anytime he saw Tristan, but heck with it. He just wanted Tristan to stop speaking to him, of course he suddenly wasn't feeling up to telling the other to leave him alone. Whenever they happened to make it home, he was going to his room shutting, locking the door and leaving Dante to entertain their 'guest'. Since it was Dante who'd wanted Tristan over in the first place.
Maybe staying with Dante wasn't such a good idea in the first place... though it never had been a good idea with him. Dante had been the one to convince him to stay, though he'd forgotten exactly how his twin had managed it. Though deep down he knew his mother would want this for them, for the two of them to be together and protect one another.
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Posted: Tue Jun 20, 2006 9:22 pm
Youkais Tigerboy "It's Tristan O'Daniel." he stepped over beside Dante and made a long flipping jump onto the street below, landing gracefully and turning to look back up to him."You comin' or not?" he asked and turned to follow Vergil.
Looking over the edge and dropping down to the metal stairs, Dante crouched over the massive stains of crimson. Noticing a trail, he stood again to follow the coppery scent of blood until the trail ended at a large building. Would he go in or wouldn't he? Hell... his curiosity got the better of him and stepped into darkness, immediately drawing his trusty guns Ebony and Ivory. What sort of friends or foes would he meet, Dante wondered, moving further down the hallway he had found himself in.
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Posted: Wed Jun 21, 2006 2:28 pm
((Want Faylin to get Caprica out somehow? He's hanging upside down in the window right now))
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Posted: Wed Jun 21, 2006 4:19 pm
((Yes! Someone please rescue Caprica so I can play again! I'll love you forever. And like... slobber on your face and stuff. 3nodding ))
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Posted: Thu Jun 22, 2006 8:21 am
((lol, Ok then! Off to the rescue!!))
Faylin saw someone sitting in the room and leaned over more, not realizing his shadow had gone acroos the man's lap
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Posted: Thu Jun 22, 2006 2:08 pm
[-=pokes Zyroen=- sweatdrop Ms. Zayroen, you'll need to add more to your post. The rules on the first page states no one liners.]
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