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 Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2009 3:12 pm
The dragon suddenly went stiff when the figure moved infront of it. For a few minutes it sat their still as a statue, its eyes fixed on the exact place where the figure was. All the while the color of the dragon changed to a moodless gray.
Kindra stoped her barrage when she heard the boy say the sword was sitting right next to her bed. "S-s-sorry about that. Just cant afford to lose my sword." Her voice got quieter and quieter with each word, fealing uneasy around Shintero. "Y-y-y-you said your name was Shintero? M-m-my....." He hesitated thinking whether it would be a good idea to let this complete stranger know her name or not. "My name is Kindra" The shards of metal lodged into Shinteros spell poped out and flew back over to kindra to reform her armor.
When he stoped hearing metalic objects hitting his wall he released his spell. "Its a pleasure to meet you Kindra." He said as he flashed her a friendly smile. "If it weren't for me you would probably be vampire food right about now." He thought back to before when the vampire walked up to him claiming to be a teacher and would take Kindra to the nurses office himself.
"Vampire food?!?" Ever since she woke up she wonder how she had gotten in the bed she was in now for the last thing she remembered was a man sitting on the stairs of the building when she was standing on the edge of the clearing. "Ummm thanks for saving me." She hadnt realized it yet but it seems shes becoming more and more comfortable talking to him, and the fact that she had stoped stuttering.
Shintero noticed when she stoped stuttering. "So how exactly did you wind up getting hurt so badly?" Its a question hes been wanting to ask her the moment he saw her fall unconcious.
"I would not like to talk about it at the moment." She said sadly as a gleaming tear fell from her right eye. At the moment she was trying to forget all that has recently happened as well as what happened when she was young.
Shintero knew when to keep questioning about a certain thing, but doing so now would cause much more harm then it would do good. "So ummmm" He paused for a bit trying to think of something to change the subject. "Im guessing you have some kind of control over your armor or something seeing as you sent pieces of it flying at me. As for me a specialize in elemental spells." He said as he gave a small demonstration by forming a ball of water in his hand and froze it and then turned it into steam in a matter of minutes.
"Well i have control over more then just my armor. Its more like i have a control over steel, and since my armor is made of steal i could break off pieces easily and reform it into a weapon and send it flying through the air without having to throw it." Being this the first time for her to explain her ability to someone else, she found that she liked to explain it.
(wow have my posts gotten long now that Kindra is awake and fealing better xP And im kinda half tempted to go and make a small little profile for shintero's dragon lol)
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Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2009 3:27 pm
NeoNeon "I mean-" She wrapped both her legs around him. "-that if you had simply asked first instead of going through all these introductions, that you could have done that an entire ten minutes earlier." She reached out and picked her gun back up, and slid it up her sleeve, in a concealed holster.
She looked up at Dymetri, studying his face. He was quite a looker, and even though she had a tendency to fall immune to magic that messed with one's mind, she found herself attracted to him, more so than usual. Luna was cute because she was so naive and easily bent. This man was hot because he knew it, Neon decided. He smirked. "That would have been too tedious for my taste." he muttered. "I felt you in my head, you know." he said, stretching his back slightly. "After I bit you, I mean. I felt you probing, trying to understand something." He wrapped his arms around her and pushed her head lightly onto his chest. He laid his own head on hers and closed his eyes.
"You're psychic. I'm correct, yes?" He caressed her cheek with his thumb. "That's going to help you when you finally change into the monster that I am." he continued. "That power of yours will intensify."
He pulled his hands away and softly patted the thighs stretched around him. He began to rub them lightly, from side to side, as he hummed a soft tune for Neon. Hopefully it would help her rest. Every human who is expecting to change into a vampire needed rest before and after.
"I want to be the first drop of blood down your throat."
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Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2009 3:57 pm
"Oh, you felt that?" Neon began to feel a little weak and fuzzy, the sensation that normally came after one received a great influx of power, no matter from what source. And Dymetri's soothing humming wasn't exactly helping her to stay awake. "I'm rather proud of being a Dreamwalker...." She smiled softly. Her next words were almost too low to hear.
"Totentanz, I summon you."
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Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2009 4:29 pm
Valrie went back to her normal personality. She stepped away and bowed. "Thank you." She went back to her mother and then saw the brown cat. "A kitty cat is the visitor?" She carefully went over an began to pet the animal.
Ella looked at the cat as it seemed she knew it. Then a name popped in her head. 'Cecilia.' She didn't saw a word as she knew, if the cat was Cecilia, did not what to be crowned queen. Turning her head she saw Valrie come back in. She watched the little girl as she petted the cat.
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Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2009 5:42 pm
He smiled. "I've lived long enough to tell when foreign substances are in my head." he whispered. He stroked her in an affectionate manner, softly singing to her. "You need to dream, yourself. Now shh, little one."
He blinked. ..What?
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Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2009 5:56 pm
By then, Neon was already asleep, dreaming of blood and gore splattering on walls. Her spell however, was beginning to take effect. Out of her shadow rose a tall figure, dressed like a jester.
"Ach! Wer sind Sie?!"
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Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2009 6:17 pm
His eyes opened as his head jerked to the side the puppet arose. It spoke German, he realized.
Sadly, the vampire didn't make use of the time he had in his existence to learn anything but English, Spanish, French and Russian. And he was already born knowing British English. He cursed himself silently and spoke directly to the figure, holding Neon close.
"Speak English, fool." he spat at it. "We're in Scandinavia, not filthy Germany."
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Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2009 6:23 pm
The jester's eye angrily twitched. "Ich mag Sie nicht. Geben Sie sie jetzt mir." She pulled her eyelid down and stuck her tongue out at Dymetri. "Sie sind eine Ratte." The bells on her hat jingled when the moved.
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Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2009 6:34 pm
He rolled his eyes after the figure's small performance. "I would LOVE to communicate with you. But charades isn't really my cup of Starbucks' coffee." he said, annoyed already.
He noticed when she stuck her tongue out at him, so then he gave her the finger and directed his attention back to Neon's peaceful face. Peaceful. And dying. "Little one, little one, my young little one.." he repeated, rocking her. His eyes seemed to twinkle with the life that died many years ago.
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Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2009 6:37 pm
"Mr. Enlil, do you remember when this company was founded? Of course not, you weren't born yet. I on the other hand have been here since day one, working in Branch 8 of the Development ******** liar, there are only 6 Branches over in Dev!" It was Zephyr. He was wrapped in chains and hanging upside down from the pipes in the ceiling.
"Watch your mouth cretin. There most certainly is a Branch 8; we've existed for 27 years now. Do you see all this fancy tech surrounding you Mr. Enlil? It all came from us....hm? Oh, no no no. Not your outdated computers, I meant them."
The door slammed shut as two dozen or so men in bulky mechanical suits appeared from nowhere.
"Shocked are you? They've been here all along, the tech really is that amazing. And that, Mr. Enlil, is why you and your brother shall be handing over control of the company to me."
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Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2009 6:43 pm
[[Should I make Luna commit suicide?]]
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Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2009 6:52 pm
"Geben Sie..." the jester began to repeat, then changed her mind. "Give me back my light! My bright and shiny light!"
Ialo stood there in shock for a moment, his mouth working but no sound coming forth. Finally, his brain seemed to turn back on again. "No."
"My father gave this company to me, with a mission. And I'm not handing it over. Not even to the man who was there the day my father stuck a server in his basement and taped a sign on the door."
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Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2009 7:05 pm
"Ah. Now you see, I have a problem with that word no. Especially in this case as it is not an option for you or brother." All of a sudden a monitor behind him erupted into static before showing yet another helmeted operative.
"Sir, we have confirmation that the boy has been captured."
"Good. Follow up with a status report in exactly one hour. That is all."
'Ialo, where the hell are you! There are people here, I can't effect them! They got Horus! They're talking of storming the school! Why aren't you here!'
It was Alphonse, shoving his thoughts into Ialo's head even from the impressive distance that had been placed between them.
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Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2009 7:08 pm
He raised an eyebrow at the figure, smirking. "So you do speak English." he mused. He kissed the top of Neon's head protectively.
"I do not have your light, ignorant one. In fact, I haven't a clue what you're talking about." he said, letting his British accent break through.
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Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2009 7:12 pm
"Ja, ja you do!" The jester pointed to Neon. "Neon, my light, my bright and shiny light!" The jester obviously though Dymetri was a moron.
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