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 Posted: Wed Mar 04, 2009 4:26 pm
* Ali rammed the doors upened with his right shoulder, runing inside and kicking a table over. Jumping behind it afterwards and quickly unloading the clip in the Pistol he held in his right hand while searching his pockets for a freash one with his left. He flinched a little as a small part of the table was shattered by a single gunshot, The b***h had armor piercing rounds in that monster. It was an assasination attempt, two assassins who were called Hanzel and Gretle. Bother and Sister. The real kicker was that they looked to be only 10 years old, hell as far as Ali had gathered they were 10 years old and both very adept killing machines. Ali didn't harm Children, it was one of his morals so in all technically he couldn't harm them. Thus why when he jumped out of cover he aim between their feet and weapons while running, The brother chasing after him with an axe while the sister stood there in the door way with a heavy machine gun, giggeling as children while they aimed to take Ali down, as if they were children. She had to reload soon, Ali would take advantage of that chance to disarm her and then the brother. It didn't take long until Ali was charging straight at her, running zig-zag to make her aim a little worse, it was a heavy weapon and moving it around quickly would be difficult for her. Ali reached her just after she had run out of bullets, grabbing the machine gun and jerking it out of her hands as he turned around. The axe blade sinking deep into his left shoulder, his left hand instinctly gripping the axe and holding it there with sheer strenght. The brother withdrew swiftly to his sister outside, both turning towards Ali and giggeling, amused.*
You're fun, we want to play like this with you again. Don't you die before that, okies?
*Ali gritted his teeth, a part of him wanted to pummel them both, but next time he would be prepeared. A slight smile creeping over his lips as he watched them run off, back home or something like ordinary children did after being to the playground. Very disturbing really.*I hate to have morals sometimes...
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Posted: Wed Mar 04, 2009 7:24 pm
The fire snapped and popped as it devoured the wood she had placed in the hearth hours earlier. Her mind wandered as she watched the embers dance. She just sat there in the chair that had belonged to her father...next to the one that has belonged to her husband......
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Angel Miasma Omega Captain
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Posted: Sun Mar 08, 2009 9:28 pm
The air shimmered and began to stiffen. Slowly the silhouette of a small girl came into view, her laughter could be heard through the main room. She sat upon one of the large chairs by the hearth cuddling a small kitten who purred as it nudged her face.
Finally fully materializing one could see the young girls bright amber eyes. They were soft and held the gaze of a grown woman but with the joy of a young child. Her long dark hair fell well past her shoulders and contrasted sharply against her snow white dress that reached her knees. Despite the cold weather she seemed to fine in her light thin strapped dress and sat comfortably swinging her legs in the arm chair that was much too big for her.
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Posted: Sun Mar 08, 2009 9:36 pm
"Oh, Hello little one." Angel formed a smile over her thin lips. She had been thinking far too much and glad to see someone there.
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Angel Miasma Omega Captain
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Posted: Sun Mar 08, 2009 9:43 pm
The girl smiled as the cat jumped from her lap and cautiously went to sniff out Angel.
"Good evening Miss Angel" replied Kari with a giggle as she watched her little kitten. He was jet black with a tiny bell around his neck. It rang with a curiously light sound that would remind one of fairy footsteps and the most delicate of wind chimes.
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Posted: Sun Mar 08, 2009 9:48 pm
"How have you been?" Angel reached down to pet the wee kitten as she spoke to it's master. "What is your friends name?"
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Angel Miasma Omega Captain
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Posted: Sun Mar 08, 2009 10:04 pm
"I've been well." she smiled. It was strange how her speech and appearance differed. "The little one is called San." she said with a smile.
"How about you miss Angel?" she said as she drew up her feet to sit cross-legged "You looked troubled just now?"
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Posted: Thu Mar 19, 2009 4:42 pm
With a pop, Ziven appeared in the bar, hidden away in the rafters. It had been over a month since she had been there .. well .. anywhere in RDS even. Having been helping others in her homelands. There was much more she had learned while out and traveling, which is what she enjoyed most, as always. Dressed in a deep purple dress, an elegant white cloak covered her shoulders. Though it could be hard to miss, there was a unique looking kitten, sleeping peacefully atop her head. Now, it would be hard enough to see her up in the rafters as it was, but even more of a challenge to see the little kitten. Why was she in the rafters? To observe those in the bar to try to get a feel for what was going on.
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Posted: Thu Mar 19, 2009 4:52 pm
* Ali sat on one of the chairs, the years of combat for Euphoria and the nine countries in his alliance shown upon his body. While he wasn't as large and muscular as Yawg, his physical strenght had grown and muscles were larger. More scars riddled his body, and his eyes showing signs of the things he had witnessed over the years both good and bad. Ali didn't retire, he was still looking as if he was 25, maybe older now thanks to his physique alone, and that meant he would always be there, either in the office maintaining and developing the growing nations and cities our out with his feet upon the ground, spewing out bullets by the dozen. He had strained himself, much harder this time then ever before. Natalie was a teenager now, another difficult trial of patience and non-combatic behaviour. Even so Ali was content, a little tried but content.
His knuckles cracked as he opened and closed his right fist over and over again, slowly lifting his head a little and smiling his trademark smirk.* How long are you going to sit up there before you say hello?
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Posted: Thu Mar 19, 2009 5:02 pm
Her ears perked up when he spoke, peering down at him with a giggle, a moment later. With a stretch, she inhaled deeply and stretched her arms out wide. "Until I am good and ready to come down!" she said loud enough to be heard, giggling again at her own joke. Smiling brightly, she scooted off the rafter, falling slow and gracefully, as always, to the floor below. With a few graceful strides, she moved to the table he was at, seating herself beside him on another chair. "Are you well, my friend?" she asked cheerfully, looking to him with bright eyes. The years had been very kind to her; growing her confidence, teaching her more every day and remaining the same curious blue beauty she had been since she first arrived in RDS. The only changes were her taste in attire and her longer hair.
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Posted: Thu Mar 19, 2009 5:07 pm
Got blown the ******** up..nearly three days ago.* Ali smiled a little wider at her, the skin on his back was still sensitive and sore after that blast. But besides that he was in great condition, hell had even done his own personal rehabilitation when it came to alcohol. Now he only drank it at parties and only a single bottle.*Heh..look at you, Actually showing off your nice pair of tits. You look good.
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Posted: Thu Mar 19, 2009 5:13 pm
The cloak around her shoulders disappeared now that she was seated. When Ali commented, she smiled a bit, her cheeks gaining a slight amount of color from this comment. "Thank you." she said softly, staring at him for a moment before inhaling deeply and speaking again. "Your wounds do not require additional attention, I trust?" she asked, knowing what his most likely response would be, but still asking none the less. After a brief pause, she went on to ask, as she conjured a tea pot, four cups and all the most necessary items to go with tea; "Would you care for tea?"
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Posted: Thu Mar 19, 2009 5:21 pm
*flail looked up at the old tavern and a quick smile crossed his face at the memories that this structure held within its frame. he made his way to the front doors and twisted the handle, giving it a light shove the door barely bugged thanks to the years of rust now coating them*well, the place has seen better days but its good to be home.* he gave the door a more forcful shove and the heavy door opened in a groan and squeal of protest. with the same effort he shoved the door back into place before he unclasped his heavy travelling cloak from around his neck. his dragon wings where folded around his shoulders and showed signs of damage and healing. his tail lazily swept back and forth behind him as he walked in. he looked only slightly older physically than when he had left but his eyes showed the years he had spent abroad* well, looks like i'm not the only one to come back to this old place after all.
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Posted: Thu Mar 19, 2009 5:23 pm
* Ali just raised his left eyebrow at her last question, when had he ever drunk tea?
Adjusting his position in the seat, Ali leaned more towards her and narrowed his eyes. Leaning back again afterwards.* Nah, I don't drink that, remember and my wounds are good. I'm much better at patching myself up now.
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Posted: Thu Mar 19, 2009 5:29 pm
She was already helping herself to tea as he answered, having expected such to be his answer and very much wanting tea for herself. "Indeed, though I still wish to be polite." she said with a smile as she took a sip. A moment later, she nearly dropped her cup as she observed whom entered. "My goodness .. Greetings Flail. Would you care to join us for tea?"
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