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 Posted: Sun Sep 28, 2008 2:32 pm
The Kohr Dragon Sneeze The Kohr Dragon Sneeze The Kohr Victor raised an eyebrow to his tone, but he brushed it off and continued with his partner down the hall."There should be a separate elevator that leads directly to the vault in basement floor 3. Which raises the question basement floor 3, isn't that just the basement? I mean why in elevators are they labeled b1, b2, b3?" They continued down the hall. "Well, if you look at a building like a number line, the ground floor is like 0 and the floors going up are positive numbers." Ricky paused to punch out another black suited man who stepped around the corner. "The B floors are like negative numbers. So B3 would be three floors below ground." "Oh now see that makes more sense, Oh hold that thought" Victor leaped onto a pillar in the hall then vanished into the ventilation shafts. Moments later the sounds of thuds, whacks, smacks, and bone cracks were heard as well as the sound of one man crying. Reaper exited the door at the end of the hall,"You see I always thought that it meant B for basement, but I guess it works better with your idea. Care to join me"He pointed at the elevator on his right. Ricky entered the elevator with Reaper and pressed the button for B3. As they headed toward the bottom he turned to his partner. "Ever wonder who writes this elevator music? It's awful." "Some poor schmuck who never deserved to be a musician."Reaper paused and thought to himself, Damnit I better hide the elevator music mix I made earlier today..... I know I'm gonna catch hell for this one. he chuckled out loud seeming just as strange as ever. "Hotpants, I just want to say that, if anything happens in here......I'll blow up the car in your honor." "You can try." Ricky replied. "All right, put your game face on. Or at least your work face. The one you have now is ugly." He laughed as if he had made a great joke. The elevator opened and he jumped back as automatic machine gun fire riddled the elevator.
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Posted: Sun Sep 28, 2008 4:46 pm
Dragon Sneeze Zegura Dragon Sneeze Nova Blancke Dragon Sneeze Nova Blancke "You know I like a bit of a fight" She said with a bit dodgy undertone."Alright, I am headin out. I take it I have to put on a costume?" She asked. "Yes, unless you want them to realize there is something going on downtown. Having a waitress from the party attacking Gold's house would be a little suspicious don't you think?" "I take it I should go for the bad cop outfit? Don't really like guns or batons though. Why don't they have whips or something?" She asked before ordering a taxi to take her to a small store where she would change. Azrael was a little flustered. "I don't care what silly games you want to play, just say yes and get the job done. Azrael out." He turned off his radio and took a deep breath. "Security glass may stop a bullet, but not something a bit more powerful." He took a running start and dived through the Mayor's window shattering the tough plexiglass and rolling to a stop. He stood and headed toward Gold, his face grim with purpose.
Gold was gone.
From the shadows of the room came a whistle, high in pitch and taunting in tune.
"Good Evening, my fair sir. Might I inquire as to why you have just dived through our beloved Mayor's window?" The man in the shadows asked politely, stepping out slowly, a silver rapier glinting in the light of the room.Azrael chuckled. "I'm sure you know my intentions. And if you insist on getting in my way, I'll just have to kill you too." He sprinted toward the armed man not a hint of worry on his face.
"You should know better than to assume we're all as pig-headed and foolhardy as the goons that you've slayed in the past." He smiled curtly, bowing almost mockingly.
The man, now cast in the full light gave off an almost celestial glow, his clothes seemed to radiant justice and peace.
His face was covered with a simple mask, his body clad in a finely cut gentlemanly tuxedo.
With a glorious smile he locked eyes with Azrael and exclaimed:
"You may call me..."
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Posted: Sun Sep 28, 2008 4:59 pm
Zegura He was there. Belial frowned, his eyes locked on the vault doors, his mind racing, calculating which contained the stone. "Three doors, only one chance."He reached into a pocket and drew out a small black object, which he folded open and turned on. The object was a television set. He tuned it to a specific frequency and found himself viewing the feeds of one of his secretly placed surveillance cameras.
"Two men, one is pointing at an elevator. One of them certainly has a power, the suit seems to be designed to combat heat exposure, so he's either very hot or very cold..."Belial turned around, pocketing the device once again, staring blankly at a wall. "s**t..."The wall before Belial cracked suddenly, the concrete shattered and erupted violently, leaving a single figure remaining, the figure of Primer. "You. Mortal. You. Have. Been. Marked. By. DATA. As. A. Target." The newcomer stated monotonously. "Primer, look, you need to leave." Belial frowned, his eyes locked on the blood red eyes of the assassin.
"All. I. Need. To. Do. Is. Teach. You. Some. Manners. Meeeeeeeeatsack."
"Primer, don't ruin a perfectly good working relationship by trying to kill me." Belial replied, his frown deepening.
"Who hired you?""My. Clientele. Remain. Anonymous. Maggotsuuuuuupper.""For a robot that needs a dead body to run, you're certainly rather rude.""Shut. Up.""Was it Gold?" Belial grinned suddenly, his teeth glistening in the light.
"Carlyle. Lazarus. You. Are. The. Only. Person. That. I. Have. Witnessed. Smiling. At. His. Own. Death.""You're the only robot that's been stubborn enough to try and kill me four times." Belial sighed, turning his back on Primer. He paced to the safes again, his eyes flowing over the doors, his mind still piecing the puzzle together.
"Primer, which contains the stone?""You. Can. Go. And. Stick. Your. Stone. Up. Your. Fecal. Excretion. Cavity. Bonebaaaaaaaaag."
"You can go now."The assassin paused, his eyes stared at the target, at Belial, watching him, studying him. Primer's AI ran Belial through a comprehensive Database, literally DATA, Digital Accumulation of Total Administration, basically a hard-disk for the world. "Next. Time. You. Will. Not. Be. So. Lucky."The assassin left. Belial muttered to himself, looking at the vault doors still, puzzling more intensely than ever.
"I've an idea." He concluded.
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Posted: Mon Sep 29, 2008 1:33 am
Dragon Sneeze The Kohr Dragon Sneeze The Kohr Dragon Sneeze The Kohr Victor raised an eyebrow to his tone, but he brushed it off and continued with his partner down the hall."There should be a separate elevator that leads directly to the vault in basement floor 3. Which raises the question basement floor 3, isn't that just the basement? I mean why in elevators are they labeled b1, b2, b3?" They continued down the hall. "Well, if you look at a building like a number line, the ground floor is like 0 and the floors going up are positive numbers." Ricky paused to punch out another black suited man who stepped around the corner. "The B floors are like negative numbers. So B3 would be three floors below ground." "Oh now see that makes more sense, Oh hold that thought" Victor leaped onto a pillar in the hall then vanished into the ventilation shafts. Moments later the sounds of thuds, whacks, smacks, and bone cracks were heard as well as the sound of one man crying. Reaper exited the door at the end of the hall,"You see I always thought that it meant B for basement, but I guess it works better with your idea. Care to join me"He pointed at the elevator on his right. Ricky entered the elevator with Reaper and pressed the button for B3. As they headed toward the bottom he turned to his partner. "Ever wonder who writes this elevator music? It's awful." "Some poor schmuck who never deserved to be a musician."Reaper paused and thought to himself, Damnit I better hide the elevator music mix I made earlier today..... I know I'm gonna catch hell for this one. he chuckled out loud seeming just as strange as ever. "Hotpants, I just want to say that, if anything happens in here......I'll blow up the car in your honor." "You can try." Ricky replied. "All right, put your game face on. Or at least your work face. The one you have now is ugly." He laughed as if he had made a great joke. The elevator opened and he jumped back as automatic machine gun fire riddled the elevator. Reaper held tight to the wall as the bullets whizzed by literally annihilating the back of the elevator. Oh he thinks he's so smart with his funny jokes Thousands of bullets tear through the elevator and then the sound of empty chambers. Click, click, click, smirks and laughter was displayed in the room. Reaper stared at Heatstroke and raised his eye brows repeatedly with a crazed look in his eyes. He slowly reached tho his belt and pulled out five sticks that he struck against the wall, they began to make a sizzling sound. The henchmen all turned to the elevator shocked as they saw the smoke start spewing from it. Reaper threw the smoke bombs into the room and in an instant it was a complete haze. Reaper disappeared from the elevator and the sounds of a one sided fight began anew heads cracking together, bones breaking, and screams a few guns shots that are quickly followed by sickening thuds.
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Posted: Mon Sep 29, 2008 7:04 am
The Kohr Dragon Sneeze The Kohr Dragon Sneeze The Kohr "Oh now see that makes more sense, Oh hold that thought" Victor leaped onto a pillar in the hall then vanished into the ventilation shafts. Moments later the sounds of thuds, whacks, smacks, and bone cracks were heard as well as the sound of one man crying. Reaper exited the door at the end of the hall,"You see I always thought that it meant B for basement, but I guess it works better with your idea. Care to join me"He pointed at the elevator on his right. Ricky entered the elevator with Reaper and pressed the button for B3. As they headed toward the bottom he turned to his partner. "Ever wonder who writes this elevator music? It's awful." "Some poor schmuck who never deserved to be a musician."Reaper paused and thought to himself, Damnit I better hide the elevator music mix I made earlier today..... I know I'm gonna catch hell for this one. he chuckled out loud seeming just as strange as ever. "Hotpants, I just want to say that, if anything happens in here......I'll blow up the car in your honor." "You can try." Ricky replied. "All right, put your game face on. Or at least your work face. The one you have now is ugly." He laughed as if he had made a great joke. The elevator opened and he jumped back as automatic machine gun fire riddled the elevator. Reaper held tight to the wall as the bullets whizzed by literally annihilating the back of the elevator. Oh he thinks he's so smart with his funny jokes Thousands of bullets tear through the elevator and then the sound of empty chambers. Click, click, click, smirks and laughter was displayed in the room. Reaper stared at Heatstroke and raised his eye brows repeatedly with a crazed look in his eyes. He slowly reached tho his belt and pulled out five sticks that he struck against the wall, they began to make a sizzling sound. The henchmen all turned to the elevator shocked as they saw the smoke start spewing from it. Reaper threw the smoke bombs into the room and in an instant it was a complete haze. Reaper disappeared from the elevator and the sounds of a one sided fight began anew heads cracking together, bones breaking, and screams a few guns shots that are quickly followed by sickening thuds. Heatstroke simply let Reaper do his job. As the smoke began to clear he saw his partner standing amidst a pile of unconcious figures. Walking along he fused the firing chambers of each of the guns so they would not fire again and motioned to the end of the hall where a single man stood before the huge vault doors. "I think that's our guy."
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Posted: Mon Sep 29, 2008 7:08 am
Zegura Dragon Sneeze Zegura Dragon Sneeze Nova Blancke "I take it I should go for the bad cop outfit? Don't really like guns or batons though. Why don't they have whips or something?" She asked before ordering a taxi to take her to a small store where she would change. Azrael was a little flustered. "I don't care what silly games you want to play, just say yes and get the job done. Azrael out." He turned off his radio and took a deep breath. "Security glass may stop a bullet, but not something a bit more powerful." He took a running start and dived through the Mayor's window shattering the tough plexiglass and rolling to a stop. He stood and headed toward Gold, his face grim with purpose.
Gold was gone.
From the shadows of the room came a whistle, high in pitch and taunting in tune.
"Good Evening, my fair sir. Might I inquire as to why you have just dived through our beloved Mayor's window?" The man in the shadows asked politely, stepping out slowly, a silver rapier glinting in the light of the room.Azrael chuckled. "I'm sure you know my intentions. And if you insist on getting in my way, I'll just have to kill you too." He sprinted toward the armed man not a hint of worry on his face.
"You should know better than to assume we're all as pig-headed and foolhardy as the goons that you've slayed in the past." He smiled curtly, bowing almost mockingly.
The man, now cast in the full light gave off an almost celestial glow, his clothes seemed to radiant justice and peace.
His face was covered with a simple mask, his body clad in a finely cut gentlemanly tuxedo.
With a glorious smile he locked eyes with Azrael and exclaimed:
"You may call me..."
..T......
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...G.............
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..............N..."I know exactly who you are Gentleman. Alow me to introduce myself. I am Azrael of Ars Goetia. And I'm afraid you've underestimated me." With that he grabbed the mayor's heavy oak desk and swung it down at the Gentleman as if swinging a baseball bat.
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Posted: Mon Sep 29, 2008 12:19 pm
Dragon Sneeze The Kohr Dragon Sneeze The Kohr Dragon Sneeze The Kohr "Oh now see that makes more sense, Oh hold that thought" Victor leaped onto a pillar in the hall then vanished into the ventilation shafts. Moments later the sounds of thuds, whacks, smacks, and bone cracks were heard as well as the sound of one man crying. Reaper exited the door at the end of the hall,"You see I always thought that it meant B for basement, but I guess it works better with your idea. Care to join me"He pointed at the elevator on his right. Ricky entered the elevator with Reaper and pressed the button for B3. As they headed toward the bottom he turned to his partner. "Ever wonder who writes this elevator music? It's awful." "Some poor schmuck who never deserved to be a musician."Reaper paused and thought to himself, Damnit I better hide the elevator music mix I made earlier today..... I know I'm gonna catch hell for this one. he chuckled out loud seeming just as strange as ever. "Hotpants, I just want to say that, if anything happens in here......I'll blow up the car in your honor." "You can try." Ricky replied. "All right, put your game face on. Or at least your work face. The one you have now is ugly." He laughed as if he had made a great joke. The elevator opened and he jumped back as automatic machine gun fire riddled the elevator. Reaper held tight to the wall as the bullets whizzed by literally annihilating the back of the elevator. Oh he thinks he's so smart with his funny jokes Thousands of bullets tear through the elevator and then the sound of empty chambers. Click, click, click, smirks and laughter was displayed in the room. Reaper stared at Heatstroke and raised his eye brows repeatedly with a crazed look in his eyes. He slowly reached tho his belt and pulled out five sticks that he struck against the wall, they began to make a sizzling sound. The henchmen all turned to the elevator shocked as they saw the smoke start spewing from it. Reaper threw the smoke bombs into the room and in an instant it was a complete haze. Reaper disappeared from the elevator and the sounds of a one sided fight began anew heads cracking together, bones breaking, and screams a few guns shots that are quickly followed by sickening thuds. Heatstroke simply let Reaper do his job. As the smoke began to clear he saw his partner standing amidst a pile of unconcious figures. Walking along he fused the firing chambers of each of the guns so they would not fire again and motioned to the end of the hall where a single man stood before the huge vault doors. "I think that's our guy." Belial paused, his neck turned slightly as the smoke behind him cleared, his eyes locked on the two. "Reaper, Heatstroke..." Belial grinned. He turned fully to face the two and began to glow an evil purple, his eyes seemed to darken, his skin paled. "I've been waiting..."
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Posted: Mon Sep 29, 2008 12:23 pm
Dragon Sneeze Zegura Dragon Sneeze Zegura Dragon Sneeze Nova Blancke "I take it I should go for the bad cop outfit? Don't really like guns or batons though. Why don't they have whips or something?" She asked before ordering a taxi to take her to a small store where she would change. Azrael was a little flustered. "I don't care what silly games you want to play, just say yes and get the job done. Azrael out." He turned off his radio and took a deep breath. "Security glass may stop a bullet, but not something a bit more powerful." He took a running start and dived through the Mayor's window shattering the tough plexiglass and rolling to a stop. He stood and headed toward Gold, his face grim with purpose.
Gold was gone.
From the shadows of the room came a whistle, high in pitch and taunting in tune.
"Good Evening, my fair sir. Might I inquire as to why you have just dived through our beloved Mayor's window?" The man in the shadows asked politely, stepping out slowly, a silver rapier glinting in the light of the room.Azrael chuckled. "I'm sure you know my intentions. And if you insist on getting in my way, I'll just have to kill you too." He sprinted toward the armed man not a hint of worry on his face.
"You should know better than to assume we're all as pig-headed and foolhardy as the goons that you've slayed in the past." He smiled curtly, bowing almost mockingly.
The man, now cast in the full light gave off an almost celestial glow, his clothes seemed to radiant justice and peace.
His face was covered with a simple mask, his body clad in a finely cut gentlemanly tuxedo.
With a glorious smile he locked eyes with Azrael and exclaimed:
"You may call me..."
..T......
...H.....
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...G.............
....E.............
.....N............
......T...........
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..............N..."I know exactly who you are Gentleman. Alow me to introduce myself. I am Azrael of Ars Goetia. And I'm afraid you've underestimated me." With that he grabbed the mayor's heavy oak desk and swung it down at the Gentleman as if swinging a baseball bat.
The Gentleman raised his blade fluidly, cleaving the wood in half and letting the oncoming assault breeze past.
"Ars Goetia..."
"...Then you are in league with Belial?"
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Posted: Mon Sep 29, 2008 2:38 pm
Zegura Dragon Sneeze The Kohr Dragon Sneeze The Kohr "Some poor schmuck who never deserved to be a musician."Reaper paused and thought to himself, Damnit I better hide the elevator music mix I made earlier today..... I know I'm gonna catch hell for this one. he chuckled out loud seeming just as strange as ever. "Hotpants, I just want to say that, if anything happens in here......I'll blow up the car in your honor." "You can try." Ricky replied. "All right, put your game face on. Or at least your work face. The one you have now is ugly." He laughed as if he had made a great joke. The elevator opened and he jumped back as automatic machine gun fire riddled the elevator. Reaper held tight to the wall as the bullets whizzed by literally annihilating the back of the elevator. Oh he thinks he's so smart with his funny jokes Thousands of bullets tear through the elevator and then the sound of empty chambers. Click, click, click, smirks and laughter was displayed in the room. Reaper stared at Heatstroke and raised his eye brows repeatedly with a crazed look in his eyes. He slowly reached tho his belt and pulled out five sticks that he struck against the wall, they began to make a sizzling sound. The henchmen all turned to the elevator shocked as they saw the smoke start spewing from it. Reaper threw the smoke bombs into the room and in an instant it was a complete haze. Reaper disappeared from the elevator and the sounds of a one sided fight began anew heads cracking together, bones breaking, and screams a few guns shots that are quickly followed by sickening thuds. Heatstroke simply let Reaper do his job. As the smoke began to clear he saw his partner standing amidst a pile of unconcious figures. Walking along he fused the firing chambers of each of the guns so they would not fire again and motioned to the end of the hall where a single man stood before the huge vault doors. "I think that's our guy." Belial paused, his neck turned slightly as the smoke behind him cleared, his eyes locked on the two. "Reaper, Heatstroke..." Belial grinned. He turned fully to face the two and began to glow an evil purple, his eyes seemed to darken, his skin paled. "I've been waiting..."Heatstroke ran a hand through his beautiful blonde hair. "Are you sure? Because it looks to me like you're trying to break into a vault. And that's a big no no." He turned to Reaper and whispered. "I think the suprise factor has just flown out the window."
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Posted: Mon Sep 29, 2008 2:43 pm
Zegura Dragon Sneeze Zegura Dragon Sneeze Zegura
Gold was gone.
From the shadows of the room came a whistle, high in pitch and taunting in tune.
"Good Evening, my fair sir. Might I inquire as to why you have just dived through our beloved Mayor's window?" The man in the shadows asked politely, stepping out slowly, a silver rapier glinting in the light of the room.Azrael chuckled. "I'm sure you know my intentions. And if you insist on getting in my way, I'll just have to kill you too." He sprinted toward the armed man not a hint of worry on his face.
"You should know better than to assume we're all as pig-headed and foolhardy as the goons that you've slayed in the past." He smiled curtly, bowing almost mockingly.
The man, now cast in the full light gave off an almost celestial glow, his clothes seemed to radiant justice and peace.
His face was covered with a simple mask, his body clad in a finely cut gentlemanly tuxedo.
With a glorious smile he locked eyes with Azrael and exclaimed:
"You may call me..."
..T......
...H.....
....E...
...G.............
....E.............
.....N............
......T...........
........L.........
.........E........
..........M.......
............A.....
..............N..."I know exactly who you are Gentleman. Alow me to introduce myself. I am Azrael of Ars Goetia. And I'm afraid you've underestimated me." With that he grabbed the mayor's heavy oak desk and swung it down at the Gentleman as if swinging a baseball bat.
The Gentleman raised his blade fluidly, cleaving the wood in half and letting the oncoming assault breeze past.
"Ars Goetia..."
"...Then you are in league with Belial?""Quite right my well dressed friend." Azrael replied as he paced around the Gentleman. "You see, Belial asked me to help the Mayor sign his resignation and unfortunatley, you weren't invited." He shot both his hands into the floor and penetrated it like it was butter. Them with a mighty heave he flipped the panel that the Gentleman was standing on at an angle which also obscured him from veiw.
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Posted: Mon Sep 29, 2008 3:56 pm
Dragon Sneeze Zegura Dragon Sneeze The Kohr Dragon Sneeze The Kohr "Some poor schmuck who never deserved to be a musician."Reaper paused and thought to himself, Damnit I better hide the elevator music mix I made earlier today..... I know I'm gonna catch hell for this one. he chuckled out loud seeming just as strange as ever. "Hotpants, I just want to say that, if anything happens in here......I'll blow up the car in your honor." "You can try." Ricky replied. "All right, put your game face on. Or at least your work face. The one you have now is ugly." He laughed as if he had made a great joke. The elevator opened and he jumped back as automatic machine gun fire riddled the elevator. Reaper held tight to the wall as the bullets whizzed by literally annihilating the back of the elevator. Oh he thinks he's so smart with his funny jokes Thousands of bullets tear through the elevator and then the sound of empty chambers. Click, click, click, smirks and laughter was displayed in the room. Reaper stared at Heatstroke and raised his eye brows repeatedly with a crazed look in his eyes. He slowly reached tho his belt and pulled out five sticks that he struck against the wall, they began to make a sizzling sound. The henchmen all turned to the elevator shocked as they saw the smoke start spewing from it. Reaper threw the smoke bombs into the room and in an instant it was a complete haze. Reaper disappeared from the elevator and the sounds of a one sided fight began anew heads cracking together, bones breaking, and screams a few guns shots that are quickly followed by sickening thuds. Heatstroke simply let Reaper do his job. As the smoke began to clear he saw his partner standing amidst a pile of unconcious figures. Walking along he fused the firing chambers of each of the guns so they would not fire again and motioned to the end of the hall where a single man stood before the huge vault doors. "I think that's our guy." Belial paused, his neck turned slightly as the smoke behind him cleared, his eyes locked on the two. "Reaper, Heatstroke..." Belial grinned. He turned fully to face the two and began to glow an evil purple, his eyes seemed to darken, his skin paled. "I've been waiting..."Heatstroke ran a hand through his beautiful blonde hair. "Are you sure? Because it looks to me like you're trying to break into a vault. And that's a big no no." He turned to Reaper and whispered. "I think the suprise factor has just flown out the window." He smiled, bowing politely, mockingly.
"I am able to create and control anti-matter, so I should warn you that getting close to me is not in your best interests, Gents. Not at all."Belial nodded slowly, confirming something to himself. "Tell me, you two, do you do this for the glory, or do you really, truly care what happens to this wretched place?" Belial said, his face painted with mock disgust, a sour look that a child would play with. "And tell me this..." Belial added, "Would you die to save this city?"
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Posted: Mon Sep 29, 2008 3:59 pm
Dragon Sneeze Zegura Dragon Sneeze Zegura Dragon Sneeze Zegura
Gold was gone.
From the shadows of the room came a whistle, high in pitch and taunting in tune.
"Good Evening, my fair sir. Might I inquire as to why you have just dived through our beloved Mayor's window?" The man in the shadows asked politely, stepping out slowly, a silver rapier glinting in the light of the room.Azrael chuckled. "I'm sure you know my intentions. And if you insist on getting in my way, I'll just have to kill you too." He sprinted toward the armed man not a hint of worry on his face.
"You should know better than to assume we're all as pig-headed and foolhardy as the goons that you've slayed in the past." He smiled curtly, bowing almost mockingly.
The man, now cast in the full light gave off an almost celestial glow, his clothes seemed to radiant justice and peace.
His face was covered with a simple mask, his body clad in a finely cut gentlemanly tuxedo.
With a glorious smile he locked eyes with Azrael and exclaimed:
"You may call me..."
..T......
...H.....
....E...
...G.............
....E.............
.....N............
......T...........
........L.........
.........E........
..........M.......
............A.....
..............N..."I know exactly who you are Gentleman. Alow me to introduce myself. I am Azrael of Ars Goetia. And I'm afraid you've underestimated me." With that he grabbed the mayor's heavy oak desk and swung it down at the Gentleman as if swinging a baseball bat.
The Gentleman raised his blade fluidly, cleaving the wood in half and letting the oncoming assault breeze past.
"Ars Goetia..."
"...Then you are in league with Belial?""Quite right my well dressed friend." Azrael replied as he paced around the Gentleman. "You see, Belial asked me to help the Mayor sign his resignation and unfortunatley, you weren't invited." He shot both his hands into the floor and penetrated it like it was butter. Them with a mighty heave he flipped the panel that the Gentleman was standing on at an angle which also obscured him from veiw.
The Gentleman acted fast, reaching forth and slicing at the panel, cleaving a clear sight into it, then sliding back and moving as far as possible from his foe, the confining dimensions of Mayor Gold's office making this ever more difficult.
"Tell me, dear Azrael, do you know the tale of the Tortoise and the Hare?"
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Posted: Tue Sep 30, 2008 12:31 pm
Zegura Dragon Sneeze Zegura Dragon Sneeze The Kohr Reaper held tight to the wall as the bullets whizzed by literally annihilating the back of the elevator. Oh he thinks he's so smart with his funny jokes Thousands of bullets tear through the elevator and then the sound of empty chambers. Click, click, click, smirks and laughter was displayed in the room. Reaper stared at Heatstroke and raised his eye brows repeatedly with a crazed look in his eyes. He slowly reached tho his belt and pulled out five sticks that he struck against the wall, they began to make a sizzling sound. The henchmen all turned to the elevator shocked as they saw the smoke start spewing from it. Reaper threw the smoke bombs into the room and in an instant it was a complete haze. Reaper disappeared from the elevator and the sounds of a one sided fight began anew heads cracking together, bones breaking, and screams a few guns shots that are quickly followed by sickening thuds. Heatstroke simply let Reaper do his job. As the smoke began to clear he saw his partner standing amidst a pile of unconcious figures. Walking along he fused the firing chambers of each of the guns so they would not fire again and motioned to the end of the hall where a single man stood before the huge vault doors. "I think that's our guy." Belial paused, his neck turned slightly as the smoke behind him cleared, his eyes locked on the two. "Reaper, Heatstroke..." Belial grinned. He turned fully to face the two and began to glow an evil purple, his eyes seemed to darken, his skin paled. "I've been waiting..."Heatstroke ran a hand through his beautiful blonde hair. "Are you sure? Because it looks to me like you're trying to break into a vault. And that's a big no no." He turned to Reaper and whispered. "I think the suprise factor has just flown out the window." He smiled, bowing politely, mockingly.
"I am able to create and control anti-matter, so I should warn you that getting close to me is not in your best interests, Gents. Not at all."Belial nodded slowly, confirming something to himself. "Tell me, you two, do you do this for the glory, or do you really, truly care what happens to this wretched place?" Belial said, his face painted with mock disgust, a sour look that a child would play with. "And tell me this..." Belial added, "Would you die to save this city?"Reaper stared at him he was looking past the theatrics and he saw someone else. Is that him? Why can't I ever catch a break? Reaper scratched his head. " I do this all for nothing. I need no thanks, and I kinda like the rush! Why do you do this kinda crap?" Reaper spit the question back.
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Posted: Tue Sep 30, 2008 2:00 pm
Zegura Dragon Sneeze Zegura Dragon Sneeze Zegura The man moved swiftly, sliding sideways and dodging from Azrael's oncoming assault.
"You should know better than to assume we're all as pig-headed and foolhardy as the goons that you've slayed in the past." He smiled curtly, bowing almost mockingly.
The man, now cast in the full light gave off an almost celestial glow, his clothes seemed to radiant justice and peace.
His face was covered with a simple mask, his body clad in a finely cut gentlemanly tuxedo.
With a glorious smile he locked eyes with Azrael and exclaimed:
"You may call me..."
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..............N... "I know exactly who you are Gentleman. Alow me to introduce myself. I am Azrael of Ars Goetia. And I'm afraid you've underestimated me." With that he grabbed the mayor's heavy oak desk and swung it down at the Gentleman as if swinging a baseball bat.
The Gentleman raised his blade fluidly, cleaving the wood in half and letting the oncoming assault breeze past.
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"...Then you are in league with Belial?""Quite right my well dressed friend." Azrael replied as he paced around the Gentleman. "You see, Belial asked me to help the Mayor sign his resignation and unfortunatley, you weren't invited." He shot both his hands into the floor and penetrated it like it was butter. Them with a mighty heave he flipped the panel that the Gentleman was standing on at an angle which also obscured him from veiw.
The Gentleman acted fast, reaching forth and slicing at the panel, cleaving a clear sight into it, then sliding back and moving as far as possible from his foe, the confining dimensions of Mayor Gold's office making this ever more difficult.
"Tell me, dear Azrael, do you know the tale of the Tortoise and the Hare?""Sure." Azrael replied as he stalked around the Gentleman, "The hare was the fastest one in the land but was lazy. When he challenged the tortoise to a race he sped down the track and was so far ahead he decided to take a nap. He slept so long that the tortoise passed him and won the race."
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