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 Posted: Sun Apr 01, 2012 5:32 pm
The hooded girl, robed completely in black as she usually was stepped into the restaurant. She took a table in the corner, ordering a small meal and a glass of water after a waitress came up to her and asked. After the needed bit of talking was finished, the girl settled herself and listened to the conversations that surrounded her. The winds seemed to be a great interference, particularly with outside interference. Numerous rumors floated around as to the cause, a few people boasted at defeating any speculated reasons. It was, all in all, much the same as in Osiris: nothing solid, only rumors.
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Posted: Sun Apr 01, 2012 11:02 pm
Sabal stared for a moment before busting out laughing. "Of course! You're a vampire! Blood is energy for you, so if I take any, you need to replace it!" He wiped a tear from his eye. "I didn't plan to take any energy from you. Just normal sex. But I think I can stomach a little blood play if that's your thing."
Sabal, King of the Burned City
Expert ░░░ Trickster ░░░ Incubus
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Posted: Sun Apr 01, 2012 11:47 pm
☼Pix Ban☼Prismatic Opal of Clarity;(allows the owner to see truly, discern truth from lie, and even know if someone isn't who they appear to be. Can be useful if currently hunting Sins or against Shapeshifters. If in 15 feet of the Prismatic Opal of Deception, both stones will not work until they are farther apart again.)  Red...
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Pix has a blank stared as well just after his. "Vampire?... Y-Yeah. That's right..." She just played along. This is somewhat a strange event. She wouldn't of planed this to happen, but as long she get the blood it's fine. She just have to make sure not get it directly with her mouth. "I actually just want to save a sample of your blood... for the road." She said her idea so she would get out of the weird blood play he's thinking. "Let's go." Pix pulled Sadal's arm wile bringing her alcohol with her. They head out of the door and headed to the hotel.
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But when red meets red...
you'll only get a bloody mess.
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Posted: Tue Apr 03, 2012 1:06 pm
The meal was delivered and Nai ate it, listening to the voices around her all the while. When she was finished with the food, she deemed that she had heard enough rumors. Anymore would just be useless repetition. The girl paid her bill, stood up, and then left the bar. Now that she had heard what the public thought, it was time to see what the people in charge knew.
-Exit-
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Posted: Wed Jul 17, 2013 9:30 pm
 
The Lord must've been challenging him today. Testing his patience, putting his wits on trial. It wasn't solely that the day was boring; with how anti-social he'd always been forced to be, he was used to that. The issue was the new exposure to all of these demonic creatures. Yuran had been seemingly untouched by their claws until lately. Now, everywhere he looked, there was a demon he couldn't resist but find a little out of place. And his mind always jumped to a singular option; put them back into place by sending them over to hell. Where they belong. This violent impulse was becoming a tribulation for him, as he did not want to ruin his life in this place by breaking whatever assumed peace the demonic races of the city had forged with the other specimens. Ugh. This was a dilemma, but not one that couldn't be solved with a well enough environment, and some good food. He sat lonesome at his table, and hummed a random song, digging into his scraps of meat that were obviously afforded only by the most humble of wallets.
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Posted: Thu Jul 18, 2013 6:58 pm
  ████████████████████████████████████ It was more than a wonder for him to finally be doing something upon his own. He hated when his parents did not more than lurk over his shoulder just for his own "well-being". He wanted freedom and freedom was what he felt as if he had as he strolled into the bar with a smile upon his face for no apparent reason, if any other had taken the time to deserve. The Nephilim observed the bar very briefly but in the process of doing so he realized he was not the only one of his kind currently in the building. It had been some time since he had seen another of his kind. His parents were the last if he could recall correctly. "What's up?" the eighteen year old asked curiously as he placed himself upon the left hand side of the Nephilim known as Michael. "You new?" he continued to question.
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Energy Pool[700/700]
Rank[Trainee]
Strength&Speed[3/6]
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Posted: Fri Jul 19, 2013 1:39 am
New? Well, sort of. New to this establishment in particular, certainly; that must've been why he was the only one here who was here... alone. He was new to being a soldier, too, but he doubted that the man in question could ascertain that so easily. He took a short breath, his eyes almost rolling to the back of his head as his sight blurred for a brief moment. His vision turned to see only a bright flash of light washing over a shore, a painful ray of sun covering everything. He exhaled silently, and his sight flipped back to normal. He had learned to make these odd streaks of 'seizure' unnoticeable, and so for this brief moment, he turned his back to the other Nephilim. He actually didn't notice that they were kin until he looked up into his eyes -- and saw a familiar gold. "Oh, hey," his expression suddenly shifted to a bright smile. "Yeah, I'm kinda new, I guess! How about you? Trying something new here?" He was obviously a very friendly person. Especially to his own. He didn't know many, but the ones he did knew understood him the best, and their friendships were the most valuable of any.
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Posted: Fri Jul 19, 2013 2:42 am
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Already present in the bar. Cassandra sat in a booth with her head rested on her arms. The girl always received headaches when her mother spoke to her, it was becoming apparent that the woman would never stop her incessant rambling over how Cassandra should treat others better. The girl was 19 now, and still being chided by her mother over being 'too mean'. Cassandra wasn't mean at all, she just preferred to let the other soldiers know that they were unimportant, and dispensable pawns. Their fate was to die a mortal death, eventually forgotten and only remembered by the occasional drunk conversation.
After a few minutes had passed, her mother saw no reason in attempting to reach out to her daughter any longer and left her there. It was enough that the woman forced her to enlist, and now she wanted her to be like her? Her mother had already forced her profession onto Cassandra in the hopes that she would somehow retain some of her mother's compassion. "Finally." When she lifted up her head, she saw others that weren't in the bar before. No one ever came into this s**t hole. Definitely soldiers, as she had seen them before. There was something different about them though, she didn't instantly feel the need to talk down to them. Other Nephilims, perhaps? Though it seemed like they were busy talking to each other. After rising from her booth, Cassandra glanced in their direction before heading out to the training area.
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Posted: Fri Jul 19, 2013 10:04 am
████████████████████████████████████ {{Hope you guys know that they can passively see auras..you can look at anyone and tell what they are off the bat xD}}
As he had sat down he had taken notice of the female Nephilim which exited the building. 'Cute,' he had thought to himself. But as he turned back to the Nephilim beside him he thought almost the same thing. 'Very cute,' he thought with a smile that he didn't try to hide. "Everything is new to me," he spoke happily. "First time in this city alone and I'm here to join the military!" Great joy had been expressed in his decision to join the nation's militia. "I had came here to get a bite before heading off to the Academy...buuuut...screw it." He stood up and held out his hand for a shake. "Gabriel Deliciae Baisum, pleasure!"
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Energy Pool[700/700]
Rank[Trainee]
Strength&Speed[3/6]
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Posted: Fri Jul 19, 2013 10:33 am
 TABTABTABGogo The Famed Mimic
TABCreature of Many Faces
An owl? A dog? A man? A woman? Who knew?
A tall figure draped in numerous cloths and colors strolled right in through the bar, hand grasping the walking stick it carried. Turning its head, the humanoid creature shook under the pelt of robes and cloths and strolled through like it was of no concern. The shapeshifter, or supposed shifter, took note of the 'higher' lifeforms in the vicinity. Nephilim, shadowhunters.
The creature silently sat, ordered nothing and just took up space. Gogo's real name was not known, nor was the gender of this peculiar figure was known either. Gogo always hid behind a false mask of someone else or under the rather flamboyant robes of reds, golds and greens -- a vast and peculiar coloration for someone of its profession of stealth. Under the myriad tangle of rags that were wrapped around Gogo's head was the glow of a set of red eyes that stared out from the darkness of its head wrap. T'would be more menacing if it weren't for the purple and red feathers sticking out from atop of its head.
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Posted: Fri Jul 19, 2013 12:21 pm
The dark-haired man raised an eyebrow, and suddenly receded into laughter. "Everything's new to me -- let's join the military!" He was quite obviously making a bit of fun of Gabriel's rushing into things, but only in good spirits. He himself was a similar case. People like them, of their blood, they were born for combat. The military was where they belonged. "Haha, it's a similar case here. Gotta spend my time productively; fighting bad guys and all that. Maybe we'll end up in the same regiment? I don't know how they decide those things, but..." His voice faded out, as Gabriel started to hand him his name. The man's focus broke for a second, his sight shifting back to another of his strange breaks of reality. It was only a brief moment, though, and he still managed to piece the Nephilim's name together. Gabriel Deliciae Basium? It was a fairly standard name for a Nephilim, except for the middle name. That was kind of... um... interesting. Maybe it was one of those "title" middle names that people made for themselves. It sounded like 'delicious'. Maybe Gabriel was a flirt!
"Nice to meet you, Gabriel. My name is Michael Meridia. Middle name? Uh--" he shrugged. "I don't have a middle name." His father wasn't exactly here to block her, so he was surprised that his mom didn't just give him a joke middle-name. She seemed like the type to troll her children. "I'm totally jealous of yours, though. Did you customize that thing? Or did your parents just decide on their own to call you 'delicious'?" He smiled awkwardly. Trying to make conversation, really, but he was totally unaware that he could have been offensive. In the silent, brief recess inbetween Gabriel's responses, he took a look at the strange entry that had passed through the door. A man adorned with the strangest attire he'd ever seen. Why did some people seem to try so hard to be different?
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Posted: Fri Jul 19, 2013 1:09 pm
TABTABTABGogo The Famed Mimic
TABCreature of Many Faces
Confronted by the one behind the counter, Gogo looked up at the plant creature that served as the servant whom gave drinks and the food to the wonderful establishment. Slowly the figure shook its head from side to side to the request of food or drink. The red eyes under the flamboyant headwrap only blinked in another response to 'you sure?' Gogo sat in the seat and spun around in the swivel stool like a child and caught itself again with both hands on the counter.
Standing up then, from listening in to the laughing man nearby whom mentioned the military. This peaked the shifter's curiosity to where it plucked a feather from the headwrap it wore and an inkwell from the recess of the robes. With a folded parchment laid out as well, Gogo wrote out a simple sentence on its surface. Capping the inkwell and replacing the feather back in its place, the shifter approached the one whom gave a glance at it earlier.
With the walking stick, Gogo poked the one named Michael on the shoulder with the stick and held up the parchment fully unfolded up to the chin. The red eyes flashed then and turned to a warm blue color. An inquiring gesture of the shapeshifter.
On the parchment it read "Military -- What does one seek to gain in such an environment?" in bold black letters with a bit of a fancy cursive to each letter. Gogo didn't talk, if it could help it anyways. Though this creature could only hope they could read, if not it'd be for naught.
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Posted: Sun Jul 21, 2013 10:49 am
Lynx  "..Live life..."
Rank: Trainee
Resides: Yuran
Bloodline: Draconian
Class: Trickster
Str&Speed: 8:7
"....Keep your head high...
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Lynx strolled into the bar. He pushed himself through a crowd of people that he didn't know and didn't want to know. Today was not a good day for him. Being kicked out of his village and banned from ever coming back is not how someone would like to kick start their day. After that he had to walk himself to a place where he would not be bothered. And on his way here he was attacked. Not saying he lost to the lot of wannabe thieves, he just didn't want to be bothered. As he made his way to the bar tender, he turned to look for a rest room. When he walked into it he quickly went to go and wash the blood off of his hands. After staring at himself in the mirror wondering about what he would do for revenge over his village he walked back into the bar. He went to the bartender and ordered himself a cup Vodka. It took the bar tender a second to get the draconian's order. When the creature came and gave Lynx his drink that's when Lynx noticed it was some type of plant being. Lynx was a bit grossed out so he took his drink and went to the farthest corner in the bar. Where he just chilled, observed, and drank.
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...Maybe you'll see a dragon...."
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Posted: Sun Jul 21, 2013 10:46 pm
████████████████████████████████████ It, the room and space about, suddenly became heavily awkward for him. He would have replied, or said anything to Michael, but with the confrontation of the Shapeshifter, Gabriel began to get a tad bit racist once again. He could not help but to feel worried as he realized, even with his natural Sight beyond that of a human's. Hell, equivalent with an Angel's itself, the young man could not seem to locate a specific energy or physical feature upon the man that did not seem to change. Normally anyone, and anything, he could accurately pinpoint just what it was and classify the person and its race. Even though the energy pool of the man seemed equivalent to his own growth the constantly changing aura of the Shapeshifter left him for a lack of explanation to what the "man" was. It heavily baffled him for he had thought Shapeshifters did not truly exist.
Just then, in his state of shock. Another, barely human, being waltz through the door. A Draconian. Gabriel nearly gasped for air as he gulp. He realized just how uncomfortable and out of place he felt before the others and, in an attempt to keep his mouth shut - as always -, he did not speak a word. Nothing would have been said by him and only sweated beaded his forward. Far from relaxed; tensed. He leaned over and placed his hand upon Michael's shoulder.
Michael would then feel something. A small, but significant, boost. If he would move in any way, shape, or form he'd realized himself slightly stronger and hastened. Thus being the activation of a Bond between two Nephilim. The Bond known as Parabatai. The partnership of two warriors. A, now, spiritually connected partnership. One could have none other. "I am sorry, Michael," he whispered to the Nephilim. He was not too sure of how the other would react to this seemingly permanent connection between the two of them.
████████████████████████████████████ Mage
Energy Pool[700/700]
Rank[Trainee]
Strength&Speed[3/6]
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Posted: Mon Jul 22, 2013 9:04 am
X 
There was suddenly an overwhelming number of people. While Michael was comfortable with his own kind, all of these foreign races converging down on him left him quite startled. He stared at Gogo for a second, realizing that he was coming closer. He had written something down and -- he wanted him to read it. The Nephilim tried to glance at the sheet, but his sight kept blurring and he slowly began to crack under the pressure. "Military, um --" Michael bit his lower lip, and then began to recognize the other entree. Draconian. The man looked quite imposing, almost unholy, although the dragon-kind weren't inherently evil. Or maybe he thought. "I don't know -- I just wanted to join," he silently responded, "To uphold the good." He felt the other Nephilim's palm tap his shoulder, and he glanced over at him. It made him slightly more comfortable; knowing that they were both feeling equally socially awkward, and he could tell that just from the look in Gabriel's eyes.
The strange thing was that his 'comfort' wasn't just an illusory thing, or something his mind had decided on, but something harkened by magic. He felt a power flowing through his veins, and then a physical boost. He felt more agile. And stronger. Maybe it was some kind of buffer magic? He'd known people with that type of power. But -- maybe it was... "Oh s**t," his lips parted a bit, "Seriously, Gabriel?" He didn't feel upset, really, or offended. It wasn't a bad thing to have a parabatai but -- an honor. He was just incapable of considering that today, he'd come across such a harrowing commitment. Nonetheless, the 'bond', as it was, made him more courageous; which was nice, since he had been spending the last few minutes acting like a bewildered kitten. "You..." he glanced over at Gogo, "Are making us uncomfortable."
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