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 Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2008 8:17 pm
(( emo ))
"Perhaps that indeed is where you hail from, its said by you Christians that Serpents were the minions of the devil, correct?" He raised his left hand, still adorned in that strange gauntlet which seemed to appear from nowhere, and the ground between the two of them tore open, revealing fire far below. "Child, I come from places far beyond your comprehension. So, shall you rejoin your ancestors? Perhaps drop in and see if you truly do come from the underworld."
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2008 8:28 pm
((Aww... you said so yourself, he's okay.))
((And now I have to compete with your post.))
Ialo's eyes widened in fear as the ground split and fire appeared. Faster than he thought possible with only one knee, ha had scrambled away, right up against the wall of the cave. "In my defense," he said, his voice shaking, "Serpents are also regarded as guardians and healers in other cultures." He lifted a shaking hand and pointed to himself. "And why are you after me? What did I do to you?"
((Gosh, we have all these cool plans, but I have no idea how to introduce the Serpent. Does he escape from Hell through that chasm? Or is he not in Hell? Wait, didn't we go through this? The cave is where the Serpent died or something, right? So his ghost is still floating around?))
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2008 8:34 pm
((iunno, im too scatterbrained right now. I keep seeing his face when he nodded to me and pushed off the driveway and out of view, then hearing my mom scream "no not now!" then hearing that ******** noise and seeing the scrap flying........ then those big blue eyes of his as he rolled over and tried to tell us all he was dreaming..... crying ))
"But despite your 'defense', you yourself are Christian, are you not?" What was apparently his tongue slipped through the bandages and crawled through the air to Ialo, wrapping around his ice cast, then tightening and shattering it as it began to pull him towards the chasm.
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2008 8:41 pm
((I can only imagine. My heart goes out to you and your friends.))
To Ialo's credit, he did not scream in pain, although he very much would have loved too. "Alright, you have me there," his voice no more than a wheeze from the pain. "But you keep avoiding my question: Why are you trying to kill me?"
Meanwhile, some parts of the cave wall disintegrated, revealing a few marks that looked vaguely like a cave painting.
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2008 8:50 pm
"The lineage must be eliminated. To my knowledge it had died out years ago. I suppose its not unreasonable to think it could skip several generations and then return to the surface." He jerked Ialo high into the air over the chasm and let him go. "Say hello to Hades for me, he's an old friend."
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2008 9:04 pm
((Oh, hell no.))
Ialo did not cry, nor scream, not whimper. Instead, he straightened his back and crossed his arms, a determined expression on his pale-from-blood-loss face. A smidgen difficult when you're upside down being held by your broken leg, but doable. His vision clouding up, he looked over to where Luna was. She was watching him. He grinned at her. And he thrown to Hell.
Almost.
More of the wall crumbled away, leaving an image of an Ouroboros.
((Snakes just do not die, do they?))
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2008 9:08 pm
"WHAT!?" he roared as he saw the Ouroboros. He opened his left hand wide, an eye on the palm of the gauntlet opening wide, sending a massive blast of energy across the chasm, smashing Ialo into the painting at the same time. The chasm began closing with each step he took towards the hole in the wall. "It...can...not...be!"
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2008 9:17 pm
Ialo groaned as he slid down the wall, leaving a trail of blood behind him. Though it made him dizzy, he looked up at his would-be murderer through his hazel eyes, with slitted pupils. Like a snake.
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2008 9:19 pm
"NO! I shall not allow this to come to pass once more!" He stormed forward, not running, but rather just walking quickly, a very menacing, foreboding walk it was. He summoned The Ravager back to his hand with the bandages, and began to blindly hack and slash at Ialo in his fury.
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2008 9:26 pm
He could not move.
He just did not have the strength.
But with each strike (one of which might have broken a few ribs or something) the Ouroboros began to glow slightly. It was partially hidden by the tattered remain of his shirt collar, but the same symbol began to appear at the base of Ialo's neck, right above his collarbone.
((Damn, this is getting good!))
((We ought to delay our move to the guild!))
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2008 9:33 pm
"Thats it, I'm through playing nice." Dozens of bandages shot from his back and latched onto Ialo's arms, legs, and neck, and lifted him high above the man as he arched backwards. His entire torso from collarbone to waist tore open, revealing a gruesome maw of teeth surrounding the tattered bandages, while rather than a stomach or throat at the back of the "mouth", there was a swirling blob of colors and shapes, a portal to god knows where.
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2008 9:41 pm
Ialo was barely conscious at this point.
He barely registered Luna's look of horror.
He barely registered his method of imminent death.
He barely registered when the Ouroboros on the wall began to shine like lightning.
And he barely registered a voice that seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere at once.
The voice was condescending, angry and bemused. "Are you picking on one of my descendants?"
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2008 9:45 pm
He tossed Ialo aside, the bandages on his torso resealing as the ones from his back returned. "Well, I suppose I was too late in preventing it. Hello, Serpent. If only I could say it was nice to finally see you again."
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2008 9:53 pm
"Oh, it's you!" The disembodied voice was dripping with sarcasm and feigned delight. "To what do I owe this wonderful reunion?"((Help me pick a name. But not Draco, that's overdone.))
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2008 9:58 pm
"Show yourself. I'd get so much more joy from personally throwing you into Hell than just banishing your spiritual embodiment."
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