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 Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2008 12:19 pm
The Kohr 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. Belial paused, then addressed the question. "Why do I do this?" He smiled. "I do this so I can pay back this city for all that it has served me."
"I do this so I can show them all what this city does, what this world does..."
"You see, I'm dying." He grinned.
"And before I die, I will show this world what chaos looks like, what awaits them all after this life."
"I will show them oblivion, the oblivion that lives in every body, every soul..."
"I'm going to show you how evil you can be, Reaper."
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Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2008 12:26 pm
Dragon Sneeze 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.
"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?""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."
"That's exactly right, but what people never read about in that story was the potential..."
"See, the tortoise had the potential to win, but he slept, whereas the tortoise's potential was far less, yet he won."
"So, you see, potential is relevant to action, and action is dictated by potential."
"So, what I'm trying to say is don't assume you've the potential to win, unless you can act accordingly to your victory."
He moved fast, sliding sideways and springing high, planting himself away, raising his blade and taking stance.
"I've no intention of losing, but I'm not sure my potential to win is great enough..."
"How about you, Azrael?"
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Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2008 1:43 pm
Zegura The Kohr Zegura Dragon Sneeze Zegura 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. Belial paused, then addressed the question. "Why do I do this?" He smiled. "I do this so I can pay back this city for all that it has served me."
"I do this so I can show them all what this city does, what this world does..."
"You see, I'm dying." He grinned.
"And before I die, I will show this world what chaos looks like, what awaits them all after this life."
"I will show them oblivion, the oblivion that lives in every body, every soul..."
"I'm going to show you how evil you can be, Reaper.""What a coincidence I'm just dying to get to know you better. For you see I can not allow you to usher in chaos to this city, this world. I'm not alone in this struggle either, you see earlier before we got to you're little party I had my friend here drop a line to our fine country's military. As we speak they're gathering people like me and heatstroke. So you'll never win this insane little game you're playing. I would never play fear with a terrorist organization."Reaper laughed and looked at heatstroke as he grew more relaxed and happy with his plans." So seriously, before the cavalry comes, why not do us all a favor and be a good boy. After all if you're going to die soon why be remembered as the man who blew it all to hell when you coulda have had class, you coulda have been a contender you could've been somebody. Instead you you're a bum, which is what you are." Reaper folded his arms proud that this wouldn't be left up to them like it usually was after all not like The Gentleman showed up this time. He always stole their thunder anyways.
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Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2008 2:24 pm
The Kohr Zegura The Kohr Zegura Dragon Sneeze Zegura 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. Belial paused, then addressed the question. "Why do I do this?" He smiled. "I do this so I can pay back this city for all that it has served me."
"I do this so I can show them all what this city does, what this world does..."
"You see, I'm dying." He grinned.
"And before I die, I will show this world what chaos looks like, what awaits them all after this life."
"I will show them oblivion, the oblivion that lives in every body, every soul..."
"I'm going to show you how evil you can be, Reaper.""What a coincidence I'm just dying to get to know you better. For you see I can not allow you to usher in chaos to this city, this world. I'm not alone in this struggle either, you see earlier before we got to you're little party I had my friend here drop a line to our fine country's military. As we speak they're gathering people like me and heatstroke. So you'll never win this insane little game you're playing. I would never play fear with a terrorist organization."Reaper laughed and looked at heatstroke as he grew more relaxed and happy with his plans." So seriously, before the cavalry comes, why not do us all a favor and be a good boy. After all if you're going to die soon why be remembered as the man who blew it all to hell when you coulda have had class, you coulda have been a contender you could've been somebody. Instead you you're a bum, which is what you are." Reaper folded his arms proud that this wouldn't be left up to them like it usually was after all not like The Gentleman showed up this time. He always stole their thunder anyways. Ricky's face folded and rippled when Victor spoke and leaned in close to him. "Do...you think we get reception down here? Cuz I kinda forgot to call the army."
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Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2008 2:28 pm
Zegura Dragon Sneeze Zegura Dragon Sneeze Zegura
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?""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."
"That's exactly right, but what people never read about in that story was the potential..."
"See, the tortoise had the potential to win, but he slept, whereas the tortoise's potential was far less, yet he won."
"So, you see, potential is relevant to action, and action is dictated by potential."
"So, what I'm trying to say is don't assume you've the potential to win, unless you can act accordingly to your victory."
He moved fast, sliding sideways and springing high, planting himself away, raising his blade and taking stance.
"I've no intention of losing, but I'm not sure my potential to win is great enough..."
"How about you, Azrael?"Azrael smiled broadly. "I'm full of potential. Enough in fact that I'm a favorite in this fight." Suddenly he leapt the full distance between them and swung down with his fists in an attempt to bludgeon the Gentleman to death.
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Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2008 3:34 pm
Dragon Sneeze The Kohr Zegura The Kohr Zegura "I am Belial, leading figure of Ars Goetia." 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. Belial paused, then addressed the question. "Why do I do this?" He smiled. "I do this so I can pay back this city for all that it has served me."
"I do this so I can show them all what this city does, what this world does..."
"You see, I'm dying." He grinned.
"And before I die, I will show this world what chaos looks like, what awaits them all after this life."
"I will show them oblivion, the oblivion that lives in every body, every soul..."
"I'm going to show you how evil you can be, Reaper.""What a coincidence I'm just dying to get to know you better. For you see I can not allow you to usher in chaos to this city, this world. I'm not alone in this struggle either, you see earlier before we got to you're little party I had my friend here drop a line to our fine country's military. As we speak they're gathering people like me and heatstroke. So you'll never win this insane little game you're playing. I would never play fear with a terrorist organization."Reaper laughed and looked at heatstroke as he grew more relaxed and happy with his plans." So seriously, before the cavalry comes, why not do us all a favor and be a good boy. After all if you're going to die soon why be remembered as the man who blew it all to hell when you coulda have had class, you coulda have been a contender you could've been somebody. Instead you you're a bum, which is what you are." Reaper folded his arms proud that this wouldn't be left up to them like it usually was after all not like The Gentleman showed up this time. He always stole their thunder anyways. Ricky's face folded and rippled when Victor spoke and leaned in close to him. "Do...you think we get reception down here? Cuz I kinda forgot to call the army." "You....didn't" his arms slowly unfolded his eyes stared to show a hint of worry,"What in the hell man!"Reaper threw his arms in the air."I was banking on getting back up! oh man If we live through this I'm getting a cellphone!"he turned away from Heatsroke," Man up until now you were the best partner in the world but right now I just can't even speak to you."
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Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2008 3:52 pm
The Kohr Dragon Sneeze The Kohr Zegura The Kohr Zegura "I am Belial, leading figure of Ars Goetia." 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. Belial paused, then addressed the question. "Why do I do this?" He smiled. "I do this so I can pay back this city for all that it has served me."
"I do this so I can show them all what this city does, what this world does..."
"You see, I'm dying." He grinned.
"And before I die, I will show this world what chaos looks like, what awaits them all after this life."
"I will show them oblivion, the oblivion that lives in every body, every soul..."
"I'm going to show you how evil you can be, Reaper.""What a coincidence I'm just dying to get to know you better. For you see I can not allow you to usher in chaos to this city, this world. I'm not alone in this struggle either, you see earlier before we got to you're little party I had my friend here drop a line to our fine country's military. As we speak they're gathering people like me and heatstroke. So you'll never win this insane little game you're playing. I would never play fear with a terrorist organization."Reaper laughed and looked at heatstroke as he grew more relaxed and happy with his plans." So seriously, before the cavalry comes, why not do us all a favor and be a good boy. After all if you're going to die soon why be remembered as the man who blew it all to hell when you coulda have had class, you coulda have been a contender you could've been somebody. Instead you you're a bum, which is what you are." Reaper folded his arms proud that this wouldn't be left up to them like it usually was after all not like The Gentleman showed up this time. He always stole their thunder anyways. Ricky's face folded and rippled when Victor spoke and leaned in close to him. "Do...you think we get reception down here? Cuz I kinda forgot to call the army." "You....didn't" his arms slowly unfolded his eyes stared to show a hint of worry,"What in the hell man!"Reaper threw his arms in the air."I was banking on getting back up! oh man If we live through this I'm getting a cellphone!"he turned away from Heatstroke," Man up until now you were the best partner in the world but right now I just can't even speak to you." "What the hell man?!" Heatstroke replied, "You were with me the whole time and you didn't say anything! You know I have a bad short term memory!"
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Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2008 5:14 pm
Dragon Sneeze The Kohr Dragon Sneeze The Kohr Zegura "Hm, you seem familiar..." Belial paused, then addressed the question. "Why do I do this?" He smiled. "I do this so I can pay back this city for all that it has served me."
"I do this so I can show them all what this city does, what this world does..."
"You see, I'm dying." He grinned.
"And before I die, I will show this world what chaos looks like, what awaits them all after this life."
"I will show them oblivion, the oblivion that lives in every body, every soul..."
"I'm going to show you how evil you can be, Reaper." "What a coincidence I'm just dying to get to know you better. For you see I can not allow you to usher in chaos to this city, this world. I'm not alone in this struggle either, you see earlier before we got to you're little party I had my friend here drop a line to our fine country's military. As we speak they're gathering people like me and heatstroke. So you'll never win this insane little game you're playing. I would never play fear with a terrorist organization."Reaper laughed and looked at heatstroke as he grew more relaxed and happy with his plans." So seriously, before the cavalry comes, why not do us all a favor and be a good boy. After all if you're going to die soon why be remembered as the man who blew it all to hell when you coulda have had class, you coulda have been a contender you could've been somebody. Instead you you're a bum, which is what you are." Reaper folded his arms proud that this wouldn't be left up to them like it usually was after all not like The Gentleman showed up this time. He always stole their thunder anyways. Ricky's face folded and rippled when Victor spoke and leaned in close to him. "Do...you think we get reception down here? Cuz I kinda forgot to call the army." "You....didn't" his arms slowly unfolded his eyes stared to show a hint of worry,"What in the hell man!"Reaper threw his arms in the air."I was banking on getting back up! oh man If we live through this I'm getting a cellphone!"he turned away from Heatstroke," Man up until now you were the best partner in the world but right now I just can't even speak to you." "What the hell man?!" Heatstroke replied, "You were with me the whole time and you didn't say anything! You know I have a bad short term memory!" "Well I know...that you didn't mean to but, you realize that we are both gonna die." Reaper said with his arms crossed and his back still to Heatstroke.
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Posted: Thu Oct 02, 2008 12:23 am
The Kohr Dragon Sneeze The Kohr Dragon Sneeze The Kohr Zegura "Hm, you seem familiar..." Belial paused, then addressed the question. "Why do I do this?" He smiled. "I do this so I can pay back this city for all that it has served me."
"I do this so I can show them all what this city does, what this world does..."
"You see, I'm dying." He grinned.
"And before I die, I will show this world what chaos looks like, what awaits them all after this life."
"I will show them oblivion, the oblivion that lives in every body, every soul..."
"I'm going to show you how evil you can be, Reaper." "What a coincidence I'm just dying to get to know you better. For you see I can not allow you to usher in chaos to this city, this world. I'm not alone in this struggle either, you see earlier before we got to you're little party I had my friend here drop a line to our fine country's military. As we speak they're gathering people like me and heatstroke. So you'll never win this insane little game you're playing. I would never play fear with a terrorist organization."Reaper laughed and looked at heatstroke as he grew more relaxed and happy with his plans." So seriously, before the cavalry comes, why not do us all a favor and be a good boy. After all if you're going to die soon why be remembered as the man who blew it all to hell when you coulda have had class, you coulda have been a contender you could've been somebody. Instead you you're a bum, which is what you are." Reaper folded his arms proud that this wouldn't be left up to them like it usually was after all not like The Gentleman showed up this time. He always stole their thunder anyways. Ricky's face folded and rippled when Victor spoke and leaned in close to him. "Do...you think we get reception down here? Cuz I kinda forgot to call the army." "You....didn't" his arms slowly unfolded his eyes stared to show a hint of worry,"What in the hell man!"Reaper threw his arms in the air."I was banking on getting back up! oh man If we live through this I'm getting a cellphone!"he turned away from Heatstroke," Man up until now you were the best partner in the world but right now I just can't even speak to you." "What the hell man?!" Heatstroke replied, "You were with me the whole time and you didn't say anything! You know I have a bad short term memory!" "Well I know...that you didn't mean to but, you realize that we are both gonna die." Reaper said with his arms crossed and his back still to Heatstroke. Belial grinned. "See, before I began my work I paid a large sum of money to ensure that the lines to the Military, Police and Emergency Services would all be run through me." He chuckled lightly. "Don't underestimate us, sirs, we're not amateurs." Belial tutted, walking towards on of the vault doors and placing a hand against it, blinking and watching it glow an eerie purple, as his hand passed through the metal, through the security mechanism and into the vault itself. He pulled back and grinned, obviously pleased that he was able to search the vaults. "So, why don't you two run along, and let some real crime fighters come and stop me?" He poked out his tongue mockingly, reaching in to the next safe, his hand clasping on to something large, smooth and extremely expensive. "Ah, there you are." He smiled.
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Posted: Thu Oct 02, 2008 12:25 am
Dragon Sneeze Zegura Dragon Sneeze Zegura Dragon Sneeze Zegura
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?""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."
"That's exactly right, but what people never read about in that story was the potential..."
"See, the tortoise had the potential to win, but he slept, whereas the tortoise's potential was far less, yet he won."
"So, you see, potential is relevant to action, and action is dictated by potential."
"So, what I'm trying to say is don't assume you've the potential to win, unless you can act accordingly to your victory."
He moved fast, sliding sideways and springing high, planting himself away, raising his blade and taking stance.
"I've no intention of losing, but I'm not sure my potential to win is great enough..."
"How about you, Azrael?"Azrael smiled broadly. "I'm full of potential. Enough in fact that I'm a favorite in this fight." Suddenly he leapt the full distance between them and swung down with his fists in an attempt to bludgeon the Gentleman to death.
The Gentleman's eyes widened, his mind went blank.
"Where... is the blood?"
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Posted: Thu Oct 02, 2008 12:28 am
Nova Blancke Nova Blancke 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. "Ahh you're so cute" Morrigan said as Azreal hung up. She got changed into her outfit and called 911. She put up a little act and managed to get a car over. After.."ditching" the cop that was inside of it she made her way to the mayors house. Morrigan looked at the mirror inside the car to check if her wig and lenses were good. She winked at herself and got out of the car. Hmmm brown hair also suited her even if it was only medium lenght. She rang the bell at the gates of the mansion.
"Yes, Officer?" The Butler said, slowly, precisely and rather arrogantly.
"I do hope you have a very good reason for visiting at such an hour, the lady of the house is sleeping." The Butler added, trying to alienate the officer further.
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Posted: Thu Oct 02, 2008 1:45 am
Zegura The Kohr Dragon Sneeze The Kohr Dragon Sneeze Ricky's face folded and rippled when Victor spoke and leaned in close to him. "Do...you think we get reception down here? Cuz I kinda forgot to call the army." "You....didn't" his arms slowly unfolded his eyes stared to show a hint of worry,"What in the hell man!"Reaper threw his arms in the air."I was banking on getting back up! oh man If we live through this I'm getting a cellphone!"he turned away from Heatstroke," Man up until now you were the best partner in the world but right now I just can't even speak to you." "What the hell man?!" Heatstroke replied, "You were with me the whole time and you didn't say anything! You know I have a bad short term memory!" "Well I know...that you didn't mean to but, you realize that we are both gonna die." Reaper said with his arms crossed and his back still to Heatstroke. Belial grinned. "See, before I began my work I paid a large sum of money to ensure that the lines to the Military, Police and Emergency Services would all be run through me." He chuckled lightly. "Don't underestimate us, sirs, we're not amateurs." Belial tutted, walking towards on of the vault doors and placing a hand against it, blinking and watching it glow an eerie purple, as his hand passed through the metal, through the security mechanism and into the vault itself. He pulled back and grinned, obviously pleased that he was able to search the vaults. "So, why don't you two run along, and let some real crime fighters come and stop me?" He poked out his tongue mockingly, reaching in to the next safe, his hand clasping on to something large, smooth and extremely expensive. "Ah, there you are." He smiled. "You know that line I have that I don't like seeing people cross." He turned around to Heatsroke his eyes flaring with rage. "It was just pissed on."Reaper opened a pouch on his belt and pulled out two round balls. He pressed a button on each and threw them at Belial."Fights on!"
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Posted: Thu Oct 02, 2008 9:03 am
The Kohr Zegura The Kohr Dragon Sneeze The Kohr Dragon Sneeze Ricky's face folded and rippled when Victor spoke and leaned in close to him. "Do...you think we get reception down here? Cuz I kinda forgot to call the army." "You....didn't" his arms slowly unfolded his eyes stared to show a hint of worry,"What in the hell man!"Reaper threw his arms in the air."I was banking on getting back up! oh man If we live through this I'm getting a cellphone!"he turned away from Heatstroke," Man up until now you were the best partner in the world but right now I just can't even speak to you." "What the hell man?!" Heatstroke replied, "You were with me the whole time and you didn't say anything! You know I have a bad short term memory!" "Well I know...that you didn't mean to but, you realize that we are both gonna die." Reaper said with his arms crossed and his back still to Heatstroke. Belial grinned. "See, before I began my work I paid a large sum of money to ensure that the lines to the Military, Police and Emergency Services would all be run through me." He chuckled lightly. "Don't underestimate us, sirs, we're not amateurs." Belial tutted, walking towards on of the vault doors and placing a hand against it, blinking and watching it glow an eerie purple, as his hand passed through the metal, through the security mechanism and into the vault itself. He pulled back and grinned, obviously pleased that he was able to search the vaults. "So, why don't you two run along, and let some real crime fighters come and stop me?" He poked out his tongue mockingly, reaching in to the next safe, his hand clasping on to something large, smooth and extremely expensive. "Ah, there you are." He smiled. "You know that line I have that I don't like seeing people cross." He turned around to Heatsroke his eyes flaring with rage. "It was just pissed on."Reaper opened a pouch on his belt and pulled out two round balls. He pressed a button on each and threw them at Belial."Fights on!" Belial reached out a free hand, pointed a finger towards the two objects and grinned. "Witness my power."His hand glowed that same purple, eerie and ghost-like, and the two objects vanished, leaving nothing but two glowing orbs of the same purple. "Witness the fate of this city." Belial laughed, sending the two orbs shooting backwards towards the two. He pulled out his other hand, holding the Crimson Tear of Krona valiantly. "Let's fight then." He smiled curtly.
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Posted: Thu Oct 02, 2008 10:43 am
To protect himself and his friend Reaper leaped in the air can used Heatstroke as a wall. He kicked him in the chest sending them in opposite directions and away from the impeding attack." This does not bode well for us Heatstroke bring you're A-game!" Reaper reached to his belt and began flinging various objects everywhere.
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Posted: Thu Oct 02, 2008 11:34 am
Zegura Nova Blancke Nova Blancke 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. "Ahh you're so cute" Morrigan said as Azreal hung up. She got changed into her outfit and called 911. She put up a little act and managed to get a car over. After.."ditching" the cop that was inside of it she made her way to the mayors house. Morrigan looked at the mirror inside the car to check if her wig and lenses were good. She winked at herself and got out of the car. Hmmm brown hair also suited her even if it was only medium lenght. She rang the bell at the gates of the mansion.
"Yes, Officer?" The Butler said, slowly, precisely and rather arrogantly.
"I do hope you have a very good reason for visiting at such an hour, the lady of the house is sleeping." The Butler added, trying to alienate the officer further."I came to pick up the lady of the house and take her to the police station. If I am not mistaken you should have recieved word regarding that matter sir." Morrigan said with a polite yet authorative voice." It is for her own protection"
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