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 Posted: Wed Feb 06, 2008 1:02 am
World War II, A time when the Nazi uprising was killing millions of those under the Jewish faith. Common knowledge states that the Nazi leader, Adolf Hitler, was nothing more than a deranged killer, but those with the powers of the Elements know that there was much more to it. There is a form of Energy manipulation that can alter the forms of different types of matter. This Elemental property is still under the laws of the conservation of Mass and Energy. One can only get out what one puts in. Alchemy is the term that is most widely known in history. In Alchemy, there are a set of rules that cannot be denied. However, there is one thing that can void those laws and make anything possible. The Philosopher's Stone. However, such an item can only be created using ten-thousand human lives. This process is horrid, and was never attempted due to the sheer amount of lives it required. No one was ever that heartless, until the Nazi rule. With the six million lives that were taken under Hitler's rule, over six hundred of the Blood Stones were created, named after their deep red color. Each one had enough power, when used correctly by a powerful Alchemist, to either create or destroy an entire battalion of men.
The Nazis may have had a powerful alchemist, but he took the Stones for himself and fled Germany. At this time, the Americans began to turn the tides of the war. Nazi Germany was finished, with their secret weapon lost, they could no longer hold their lines and were eventually defeated. The Stones, however, were never found. They hold the power of life.
Present Day Iraq: The mysterious Alchemist from the Nazi rule has returned, with him, he carries the Blood stones. It is up to the Elemental Warriors of that time to stop him before he can use the power of the Philosopher's Stone.
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Posted: Sat May 31, 2008 2:38 am
"Home certainly is...."
 Iraq. Really, truly? For real, for real? He hated the place. Absolutely. Nothing but dirt, dirt, and more dirt around. Oh, sure, he could see the beauty in all of it. The vast deserts, resilient plant lifeforms which grew in the areas, and water, too, was made to be rather awesome when found because of the lack of it. But, that didn't take much away from his distaste of the area. "Next time, I'm not so sure I'll be so quick to agree to a mission like this...I already miss home..." After only having just arrived there through a gate he'd opened up in his grove, he'd sat around for about six hours, at the point he'd started to complain verbally. Where, exactly, was his home? Back in South America. A rather vast and beautiful rain forest where he was always with some form of shade, always with precipitation, and always with many, many trees and other forms of greenery that made him feel right at home. Animals, bugs, reptiles, you name it, he loved it. Here in this dry place, however, he wasn't quite feeling the same love. But, he decided that he'd suck it up. After all, they were there on a rather important mission, yes? To rid the world of a powerful Alchemist, one with his hands on rather powerful stones forged from the lives of many. Such was more important than his ultimate comfort, at that moment. He had tried to dress the occasion, feeling that a simple loincloth wouldn't quite cut going out in public. This was why, instead, he'd had a tunic made for him of undyed cloth, though designs of leaves and other natural like things were stitched into it. The tunic was large on him, often falling off of one shoulder, it's neck cut also pretty low. It was secured around his waist by a belt. This belt, made out of natural soft leather, was secured with a clasp in the shape of a large leaf. This leaf, solid silver, had etched into it a symbol that understood to be that of Nature in his home language of Anachai. This symbol was accented with some form of gold. Light tan cargo shorts covered his legs, stopped right above his knees. His feet were adorned in black boots, thick dark leather they being made out of, with a dagger handle sticking out of the right one, on the outside. They were lined in fur. Strapped to his back was a long slender holster for his staff, crossing his back diagonally. Around his waist was a small pouch secured by a thin string. The pouch itself was made out of a light tan bladder. The only other decoration he had on his body was a earring hanging out of the left ear that was shaped like a leaf's skeleton, so thin and light that the slightest breeze stirred it. The leaf's shape was long and slender, so slender that it rested on his shoulder when his head was straight. His hair was tied back as usual in a long braid down his back and secured with a tied vine, bangs hanging down infront of his emerald hues, which were closed at that moment. His skin was tanned and just about flawless, smooth and giving off a slight glow in the sun light of the area. "...Man, I wonder when others are going to show up, eh? It's been a while. I do hope I'm not the only one here..." In between his fingers, he rolled what seemed to be a small seed back and forth to keep himself occupied.
"Where the heart is."
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Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2008 9:57 pm
"Demons, hunters, and now I have to kill an Alchamist in order to not be given the death penalty and go to prission!" Dragons anoience grew every second she was in Iraq, she didn't do anything except wair a rediculous garment that made her look like a big black blob. 'Once I get out of the city,' she thought to herself, 'I'm going to take this thing off, get my canon, and stark looking'
Dragon wonderd for an hour or so until she came to the Oasis where she hid her canan. She through off the garment, grabbed the canan, and braugth out her wings to go air born.
As she was up in the air, Dragon spotted something on the ground. It wasn't moving, but it looked human. "Hmm, maybe this would be a good time to get something to drink and eat before I keep searching." The thing seemed to have an Elementian sent and ora, more of a mascuan ora to be exact. "Maybe I'll wait till the next city."
She dropped out of the sky like a bomb set to go off any second. Once Dragon hit the ground, her wings spred wide open, her canon in her left hand and the sword in the other. "Who are you and why are you here in this land of sand and rock?"
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Posted: Mon Jun 02, 2008 12:35 am
"Approaching LZ, area is hot, you sure you want to drop here?" The voice was slightly covered by static as a lone man sat in the body of a transport helecopter. The pilot was speaking to the man, confirming the status of the area the man wanted to drop to.
"...It's fine." He said after a few seconds of delay.
"Suit yourself." The pilot replied. It was a normal blazing hot day in the deserts of Iraq. The LZ, an Al Qaeda training camp. No one sent the Man to do this particular job. By his own accord he convinced the Pilot to drop him here. It took some time, but the Man had the right amount of money to make the pilot agree to such a suicide mission. The aircraft entered the borders of the camp, lowering it's altitude to stir up the loose dust around the drop point. When the Pilot reached ten feet from the ground, he knew it would be his only chance to get out. He turned around and spoke to the man. "Alright, you are good to go, Good luck." But before he could finish his sentence, the Man had already jumped.
Landing with a thud on the soft sand, the man removed his twin pistols from their holsters and brought them up to his signature fighting style. Arms extended with the guns crossing each other. The Helecopter quickly took off away from the gunfire that had erupted towards the craft. That was the Man's cue to begin. Before the dust even had a chance to settle, the Man took his first shot into the head of an unsuspecting insurgent. Other in the area quickly realised where the shot had come from, and began to open fire in that area. However, their target had already moved and began fireing from a different spot. Rolling across the sand, the Man sent more bullets through the dust cloud and dropped two more enemies. Words and commands were shouted in a language the Man did not understand, but it made no difference. With three more shots from the twin Pistols, the commanding insurgent was silenced for good, sending the trainees into a panic. Cleaning up from that point was easy for the trained marksman.
After only ten minutes, the camp was clear of enemies. Without a single scratch on his body, the Man imerged from the now deserted training facility. Brushing the dust off his jacket and reloading his pistols, the man known as Kratos Jemma began his trek through the Desert. Only a small red stone in the palm of his hand could act as his guide. The Power of Death would lead him to more of the Bloodstones, he was sure of it.
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Posted: Mon Jun 02, 2008 4:34 am
"Home certainly is....."
He sneezed once, and then again. Wiggling his nose a bit, he wiped it with a hand and sighed a bit, glancing around. The small outpost that he'd gated to was almost deserted. People were getting off of their shifts and retiring for the day, and he was still just laying there in the shade, wasting away the hours as he waited to see if he were the only one to be on the mission or not. "You know, maybe next time I'll just...." Something caught his ear. He looked up into the sky, the slight sound of something whistling as it plummeted through the air had caught his attention, heard through his enhanced senses and he followed to descent of the thing that was falling rather close to his location. He stay laying there, watching it fall until it struck the earth. The landing stirred up sand all around and he covered his face and closed his eyes, letting it settle. Coughing a bit, he shook his head and opened his eyes, looking up at whatever it was that had landed so nearby him. The thing had a rather large bulk, wings, and it..spoke? Why yes, yes it did! Rather feisty, this being was. Sitting up a bit, he tilted his head to the side and responded to the rapid fire of questions in his own laid back, carefree manner. Such was perfectly articulated through his speech. "Well, 'ah might ask you quite tha' same thing, yeah? Ya' come just fallin' out of the sky near me like such, and then askin' all the questions...might polite of you..." With a mumble, he licked his lips and stood up on his feet, shaking out his hair and using his right hand to push his bangs over and out of his face to the left. Then, he began to speak again. "Name's Johlo. And 'Ahm here on a mission tah stop some crazy alchemist who stole 'ah bunch of these stones which can destroy lots of...everything. Mind answerin' ya' own questions?" His eyes sparkled in amusement as he looked on at the new person, waiting to be answered. If this were one of his co-workers, then he was in for an interesting ride indeed. The cannon and sword caught his eye just for a moment before he left them, returning his gaze towards her, directly.
"Where I long to be...."
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Posted: Mon Jun 02, 2008 2:37 pm
She looked at him with descuss as his answer roled off he toung. "My name is Dragon Draco and I too am here to kill such an Alchamist." She raised her wings up high to block the sunlight, she doesn't like light at all, only the darkness soots her fancy. "As you can see I'm a Demon by nature, but I'm only half." Dragon saw him looking at her canon and sword, 'he is a strange man, but must be an Elenental, otherwise he wouldn't be looking for the same Alchamist.'
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Posted: Tue Jun 03, 2008 3:52 am
"You...."
He continued to lay there, rather comfortable as he looked up at her, having finished speaking. The look on her face wasn't friendly, nor did he like it very much. Because of such, he turned his gaze away from her, looking out across the Mesa, even as she spoke. When she was done, he nodded a bit."Well, welcome to the party half demon Dragon Draco. Hopefully more people will be showing up soon. If not, we'll have to move out like this. There's been a nearby report of an area that might hold both hostile enemies and a bloodstone...we can't let it stay there too long." The sun from above was blocked out by the span of this person's wings and he sighed, standing up and stretching. He moved away a few paces, so that his form was once again in the sun, and there he stood, continuing to look out across the vast expanse of sand. "A few more hours...." He said to himself, his fingers still rolling the seed back and forth slowly. Across his skin, coming from behind him, a dry and rough breeze blew and he closed his eyes, enjoying the feel it produced on his skin. Though his element was strictly Nature, there were other Natural elements which he still greatly enjoyed. Wind was definitely one of them.
"I would die for you....."
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Posted: Tue Jun 03, 2008 8:17 pm
She saw him stap back a little into the sun, figuring he was getting away from her. "Forgive me if I seem hostel," Dragon bowd her head in respect and rose it to speak a little more, "I hate the sun, it earatates me." She didn't mean to be rude at all, the sun, in a sence, hurst her. She becomes more agressive in it.
Dragon sat down to get away from the light even more, the breeze blew against her wings, it felt nice. "I'm guessing you're an Elemental," she tilted her head to the right. "What is your element?"
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Posted: Tue Jun 03, 2008 9:28 pm
"Society....whose to say..who loves who?"
He shook his head, giving her a smile. "It's alright. Wasn' movin' to get away from ya', necessarily. Just like the sun on meah is all. You've got quite tha' wingspan, yeah?" He yawned lightly, covering his mouth as he listened to her question. "Yeah, 'Ahm an Elemental. Sylvan, of sorts. Don't quite have all o' the control tha' most sylvans have when it comes to Elements, but 'Ah control, personally, Nature. Or, rather, she 'llows me tah utilize Her to do mah bidding. No one can control Her."
He allowed his eyes to glance over her again, again at her two weapons before he returned his gaze back to her face. "And wha' about you, eh? Wha' Element is under your power?"
"And on the colors of love...are we to be schooled?"
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Posted: Tue Jun 03, 2008 9:43 pm
She looked down at the ground, sighed, then looked up directly into his eyes. "I'm the darkness," her eyes golwed a bright blue, the shade from her wings grew darker. In a way, it gave off a feeling of all the sadness in the world was converted into one small area of loneyness.
Then, in a split second, all was back to normal, what ever normal is anyways. "This is more of a curse then a power or gift." Dragon stood up and hid her wings from the world. "At least that's what I think."
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Posted: Thu Jun 05, 2008 1:56 am
Anita slowly made her way to where she had heard voices. She felt ready to snap at people, ready to snap at herself actually. She as a person that liked the cold, despite her element, and Iraq was anything but cold. That was when she found the two of them talking and she caught "--curse than a power or gift. At least that's what I think."
She shifted on her spot as she stared for just a bit longer, "A lot of people used to think that way about things, you can't be the only one I'm sure."
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Posted: Thu Jun 05, 2008 8:57 am
"True," she replied to the voice behind her, "but not many are like me." Dragon tenced up as her wings ripped out of her back. She turned around to look at the girl in the eyes. "As you can see, I'm not like other people."
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Posted: Thu Jun 05, 2008 5:58 pm
Anita lifted her hand up with a light smirk on her face. She had to admit to herself that the wings were cool, she's always wanted to fly as a little kid and often still had the wish to, but it no where near proved the girl's point. After all at least she could hide that she wasn't human from others, she'd seen some people that weren't that lucky.
Looking back down to her hand she watched the electricity dart between her fingers until it gained enough voltage to be considered lightning. She held it there, her hair frizzing a little because of the static that was introduced to the air around her.
"You're not the only one that can show something in this area," She said as she closed her hand quickly, extinguishing the bolt that had been dancing in the air.
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Posted: Thu Jun 05, 2008 11:54 pm
Dragon admired this new girls ability, more like envied her power. "You have no idea how much I envey you on just having that." She staired at Anita's hand, then looked her in the eyes. "I have the element of darkness." Dragon held her wings high to shade herself, "with darkness comes hatred, sadness, the dark itself, and corruption."
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Posted: Sat Jun 07, 2008 12:19 am
"I want to travel across the land...."
He stood there, looking back and forth between the two of them for a moment, listening to the conversation idly while they spoke of their gifts or curses or whatever it was that people considered them. As Dragon broke out her wings again, for the second time, he looked them over for a moment before turning away. To him, the element of darkness wasn't all that appealing. Nature was the only Element for him, he believed. He did have to give it to her, though, that her wings were cool. Flying had to be fun.
Then, he looked over at the woman who'd just shown up, his eyes glancing over her fingers as the electricity built until it became lightning, due to the voltage. That was an element he wouldn't mind having. It would certainly be fun to have. He didn't feel like interrupting their conversation, so he merely kept to himself for the time being, still passing the seed he was holding between his fingers out of boredom. He silently yawned once, and then sneezed.
As he sneezed, he lost the seed out of his hand and watched it hit the ground. He knew that he wouldn't be able to get the seed for, as he watched it, one moment it was there and the next moment it wasn't. He closed his eyes, exhaling slightly as he used his mindseye to seek out the progress of the seed, and to become in contact with it, mentally. The seed itself buried itself in the dirt. When it stopped traveling, he felt it began to grow inside with life. His lips formed into a smile.
As the seed began to grow, having formed enough energy from his mental bond with it to flourish, it did just that. Out of the sand, small vines began to protrude, sparse at first in number, out of the sand, snaking their away along the ground to try and find things to grow on. Slowly, after a bit, more and more of these vines began to trow, curling up the poles used to hold the small establishment they were at, and sprouting flowers along them. A lot of these vines migrated to his person, wrapping up his legs and growing up his body; he chuckled as he looked down at them. They would also attempt to grow up these other two standing there, but he said a one syllable command and they retreated, finding someplace else to grow instead. The area immedately around him, as a result from the seed he'd dropped, was no longer very desert like. Though the extreme heat and dry climate, the flowers that blossomed off his the vines that had grown out of the ground were a vibrant red in color, and the vines looked extremely healthy.
"..Oops...."
"Searching far and wide...."
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