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 Posted: Mon Aug 04, 2008 8:42 pm
Luna could barely breath over what's been happening. And now she was losing too much blood. She whimpered a little and mouthed Ialo's name but even she couldn't hear it. Luna soon fainted.
[[It's Ialo's turn to deal with that shizz.]]
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Posted: Mon Aug 04, 2008 8:49 pm
Ialo snarled, and with the long reach of the war scythe, cut the bandage that was strangling Luna. "You sir, are batshit INSANE!!! I am not the Serpent." Ialo was at a serious disadvantage. His knee was still torn, and the only reason he was standing was because of his ice cast. He didn't have a fast weapon, either. He was severely limited in his movements. He glared at his enemy.
((I think this will be my last post for the night, I'll be logging off in a few minutes.))
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Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2008 4:00 pm
((Is it possible that one of Ialo's unknown ancestors was called Serpent? It's mentioned that the dragon powers skipped several generation, enough to lose track of the bloodline. If so, that'd be pretty cool, cause then I could bring in the other Ialo, the one I used in a fantasy RP. Then we could have Ialos, each from a different time period. Like Clow Reed in CCS.))
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Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2008 6:57 pm
[[LOL. That would be way too confusing for Luna.]]
[[Well, wake her up if you want her to speak. She only fainted, is all.]]
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Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2008 7:08 pm
((Of course!)) ((That would be sooo romantic.)) ((*pokes with war scythe* "Hey Luna. Run.")) ((Edit: So, this would be Ialo. In thumbnail form.))  ((And this would be his ancestor.))  ((Who clearly has never had a decent haircut before. I was going for the 'I cut my hair with a dagger because I'm hardcore and flat broke' look.))
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Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2008 8:01 pm
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Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2008 8:06 pm
((Hmm is right. I guess I'll just call you nasty names in English. I'll call you... Stupid Bull.))
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Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2008 8:13 pm
((Lmao ok ok whatever lets get on with this xD))
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Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2008 8:15 pm
((Please. commence. It's your turn anyways.))
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Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2008 8:26 pm
((...ohhhhh yeaaaah))
"Return." Bandages shot from his sleeve and grasped the hilt of The Ravager, ripping it from the ground and bringing it to his hand. "Rage Wave!" he shouted. The Ravager began to faintly glow reddish orange, kicking up into a full blown blood red flame after mere seconds. He swung the massive blade with immense speed, sending the red flare of energy off towards Ialo.
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Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2008 8:36 pm
Ialo was too startled to say anything, and promptly ducked, his scythe instantaneously turning back into the broadsword that made such a good shield. Until, of course, said broadsword got cleaved pretty badly.
"Look, is there a reason you people like calling me Serpent? You sure you have the right guy?"
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Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2008 8:50 pm
"The lineage is undeniable. Its a shame that you're nowhere near as skilled as he was. Rage Wave!" he launched yet another blast of energy, but this time hurled The Ravager itself behind it. The shield withstood the blast, but the sheer weight of the blade striking it sprawled Ialo backwards. The onslaught wasn't done yet. As Ialo hit the ground facing the ceiling, he saw the man falling towards him, left arm poised back in a strike position, hand adorned in some quasi-mechanical guantlet with massive red blades on the tips of the fingers.
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Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2008 8:59 pm
"Fun. I'd rather not admit it, but our knowledge of the family line only goes back about 3 generations." Ialo's makeshift ice cast was turning pink with blood, and was falling apart, and the man was coming at him with the intent to kill. Painfully. Ialo's broken broadsword quickly reformed into a shield with a nasty sawblade around the edges.
((Hey, technically the shield is still a blade.))
((And, how far back should this ancestor go? A thousand years?))
((And let it also be noted that Ialo has hazel eyes, like his human father. His ancestor, and Mrs. Enlil both have deep blue or electric blue eyes.))
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Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2008 10:29 pm
Luna blinked for a couple moments, awake from fainting so abruptly. She didn't move though, for she didn't want her back to get even worse. She watched Ialo with such fury that almost made her want to go at the guy again by herself. But she knew she couldn't. She'd all but die in Ialo's arms.
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Posted: Wed Aug 06, 2008 8:59 pm
((Wow you guys have kept it going for almost a hundred pages. I know I am spamming but giver me a break. SO close to a hundred? I got too))
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