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 Posted: Wed May 12, 2010 6:08 pm
It's known simply as the Camp. Why is anyone's guess--perhaps it was for security reasons, perhaps it was a lack of creativity. Either way, nothing's about to change its name, so you may as well just roll with it.
The Camp is pretty spread out, but the layout is clear. Near the outsides are some shabby tents made of crude cloth and a few lean-tos. As you walk farther in, the tents slowly become nicer and nicer until you reach the point where nice little huts have come into being. It's almost quaint. If you look around, you may notice some well-hidden lookout posts in trees. You will notice, with time, that these posts never go unmanned.
At the center of the Camp is a series of taller structures--the tallest is five stories high, and round. It seems to be the central point of just about everything in Camp life. The buildings are all set up to face it. This building will quickly make itself known as Setsuka's chambers. The leader resides there, does her deals there, and plans there.
The largest building is a mess hall of sorts. Near it are the mini-cabins reserved for Setsuka's favored officials in her army... as well as a single cabin, second largest in terms of sleeping areas, that is not occupied. It is being saved for allies--powerful ones.
This is where you live now. These people and creatures around you may not always like you, but you will work with them. It is for the new world, and only Setsuka can promise a new world.
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Without further adieu... LET THE ROLEPLAYING COMMENCE!
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Posted: Fri May 14, 2010 8:21 pm
Setsuka stood proudly at the top of her cabin. She watched with a critical eye as her army moved around, doing whatever they had to do. Each person had developed their own niche, and those that hadn't would soon. Everyone must have something to do, for she could not afford to have an army of lazy morons who sat around doing nothing all day. Even if all they did was order people around, they still had something to do.
As long as the posts were always manned and her combat supplies kept growing, Setsuka did not truly mind. Of course, that was assuming that everyone continued to work for her--after all, she was the supreme boss around here. Even if one person told you to make staves, if Setsuka said you were to tend to fires, you would tend to the fires. That was how it worked. Of course, if you were higher in command, you could order someone else to tend to the fire while you made staves. As long as it all got done.
Soon, Setsuka would call a meeting of her favored officials, for soon, Setsuka would pass through the other schools. She would gather all the allies and warriors she could. The Relics would be hers.
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Posted: Fri May 14, 2010 8:52 pm
Morrigan stood around inside the tent she had to herself, though she didn't use it since she didn't need to sleep or rest. If anything, it was a source of privacy. She was lingering inside, having really no purpose to go outside at the moment. Over by her unused sleeping area were books, scrolls, pens, and ink wells used in her spare time. She didn't always have the most, much death occured every second. Morri was away from her main job though, only tending to the death related to this up coming war. Being the daughter of the Reaper provided the occasional benefit or two. Morrigan didn't do much around the camp, not actually being an important member or an unimportant one. She was just there, but that didn't mean she wasn't important. Morri was the only one tending to the souls in the upcoming war. Which meant if anyone on either side were given a fatal blow, they would not die if she weren't here to reap their souls. So, she was more important than others considered her. That's okay with her though, they were mainly the ones she foresaw an impending death. Some of their deaths were unclear as of yet, most really, but one or two she could see.
Morri inhaled deeply, it was that familiar scent. Clambering out of her tent she began walking through, carrying with her at all times her scythe as she walked through the camp. Many glaring eyes watched her as she made her way through the tents into the upper area where some pretty pathetic cabins where spread out. Her crimson eyes flickered briefly. This was the place. Walking by it she coud sense the oncoming death, though the cause was unclear. The area smelt of sickness, but it also smelled of other unappealing things as well. Nevertheless, the person within this cabin was going to die within a couple hours. She would collect their soul on the way back. Their death was too imminent to avoid now
Making her way farther up along the camp, she soon came to what she came to consider the aristocrat area. This is where the least death occured, but also the more sneering personalities as well. Her face turned into a grimace as she was walking through the nicer cabins and buildings. Finally she came to the main area, the one containing the cabin of her apparent leader. Morri figured she would follow her, when Setsuka acheived her goal so would Morri. Then again, if she didn't it was no harm to her. Either way, she would get to reap powerful souls. The tasks weren't very difficult, she never did them by hand anyway. Magic was a very wonderful thing sometimes. Looking up to the top of the cabin, Morri's eyes watched her's as she looked proudly down. Her own face remained typically emotionless, so she protrayed no ill expression. In general, Morri was quite pleased.
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Posted: Sat May 15, 2010 12:56 pm
Tsukasa was out wandering outside her tent, her long dark gray hair swaying as she did so. Her piercing bright green eyes surveyed the camp, and some of the newer soldiers were playing around, and she rolled her eyes with annoyance. The young woman opened her mouth slightly, and a powerful bright flare of gold flames escaped from her lips. The petty soldiers stopped fooling around from fright of being incinerated by Tsukasa. They went back to their cabins, leaving the Major standing outside her tent in thought.
The Major slipped back inside her tent, and went over several scrolls about the path the army was going to be taking. New recruits would come and then the energy-wasting job of disciplining them would follow soon after. Sighing, she ran a hand through her hair, and stretched before taking a seat in a chair and going over yet another set of scrolls and a few books.
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Posted: Sat May 15, 2010 8:32 pm
ZT emerged from his tent at long last. His 'eyes' surveyed the area around, and a growl emanated from somewhere in his chest at anyone that moved too close. Standing at 8', he was hard to miss, and damn intimidating. He began to walk around, using his 'sight' to observe things. The Camp's true self, as well as those of his comrades. Although, he believed most of them to not be worthy of Setuska's time or attention. No one was, really, in his opinion. A man wandered too close to ZT, and attempted to shoulder-pump him. The second his shoulder touched ZT's elbow, for the man was short, he screamed in agony before crumpling to the ground, his breathing ceasing. ZT didn't miss a beat, and continued to walk. Another fool attempted to mess with him. He didn't take s**t like that kindly from anyone. Except Setsuka. He would tolerate anything from his Mistress. He was hers, completely and totally, until his end.
ZT found himself before Setsuka's tent. He hadn't realized he was there until he was before the door. He was always drawn here, no matter which way he walked. His path always led him here. Past trees, tents, even little cottages. Rivers, brooks. He always ended up before Setsuka's 'palace'.
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Posted: Sat May 15, 2010 8:41 pm
Setsuka watched as ZT walked through the camp and eventually came to a stop at her own residence. She smiled in approval. ZT was the one person in this place that she could say she trusted. He had never failed her. It almost reminded her of a dog--no matter what she asked him to do, he would follow it to the T. This, along with his power, pleased her greatly. He was the perfect follower. She could not ask or find anyone better. He had quickly become one of her favored residents.
She didn't doubt that she could order him to do what may cause his own death and he would do so. It was beautiful, the loyalty that he gave to her. She relied on him to root out any possible spies, quite often, and had given him high rank.
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Posted: Sat May 15, 2010 9:23 pm
ZT closed his 'eyes', and sought after his Mistress' aura. He was soon pleased to find she was not far away, at all. Crouching slightly, ZT jumped into the air, stopping at Setsuka's eye level. He bowed deeply, and fell to one knee, his head bowed. He gave complete submission. "M'lady..," he murmured in acknowledgment. How do you fare, my Mistress?" As he inquired, his head bent further down.
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Posted: Sat May 15, 2010 9:34 pm
She smiled even more at this. Absolutely perfect. Something in her wondered if she should perhaps be wary of his extreme devotion... but she felt all was fine with it. "Wonderful, ZT. It is going as planned." She adored the always-complete attention that ZT gave her. That is what she wanted from all her warriors, though she highly doubted she would ever find one that could compare to the demon before her. "Do rise." It wasn't quite a command, as she never felt the need to command ZT to do anything. She expected him to do as she asked whether it was a command or not.
She looked back out over the Camp for a moment. "Soon I will call a meeting. I plan to pay a visit to each school quite soon. I will recruit more people to fight." And search for the location of the Relics, but she did not say that particular piece out loud.
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Posted: Sat May 15, 2010 9:44 pm
ZT did rise, but made himself sink lower into the air, so he was standing tall, but still eye level with Setsuka. "Very good, Mistress," he said simply. His will was hers. He wanted nothing more.
"The Schools.. Yes. I observed the one they call 'The Tower' not too long ago.. There's something off about the place, Mistress. There's a hidden power there.. It's just out of my sight." He indicated to his blindfolded eyes, pondering if she knew how he saw. "It's very odd, Mistress. And I do believe that we are in need of more warriors. We have too few warriors.. And even less who have enough common sense to never touch me," he grunted, nodding toward the direction of the man who he had earlier killed.
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Posted: Sat May 15, 2010 9:51 pm
Setsuka observed ZT for a brief moment. She wondered just how much he knew about the Relics--not much, that was apparent. But he seemed to be able to... sense them. It could prove to be useful. She may utilize that when she went to the schools. She chose to ignore his statements (verbally, at least) concerning the school for now, however. "That is precisely why I will collect more. I doubt that they are all very satisfied with the way that things are done now."
Her eyes flashed for a moment. "I am also looking to ally with Satan himself," she confided, "but this you must not tell. I do think I know exactly what he would like..." One girl. The promise of one measly girl, currently schooling at Mystic Fountain, Setsuka believed, would be all that was needed to persuade Satan that allying with her was worthwhile.
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Posted: Sun May 16, 2010 7:47 am
ZT nodded to Setsuka, agreeing with her idea. "Satan is very powerful, and would make a useful ally.. However, Mistress, do be careful. I know many creatures like him, and there's always a catch. They always want more.. Pacts with Gods and most Demons never work," he said, a slight mischievous smile coming to his face. "I do agree with your actions, M'lady, but I do warn you to be cautious."
His gaze darted to the left, and he stared off deep into the woods. "If I may ask, m'lady, what exactly does Satan want? The old dog always wants something," he mumbled. His stance slightly changing, his fingers flexed softly.
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Posted: Sun May 16, 2010 1:19 pm
"A girl." Setsuka smirked. "One silly little girl. He seems to have quite the grudge against her. I am sure he would be more than pleased to have the option of... settling it." Her smirk was poisonous. It was apparent that she was pleased with the sheer thought of handing over a girl to be 'dealt with' by Satan. "I am certain," she continued, "that if I manage to convince Satan that I can have her for him, he would be more than willing to join our cause."
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Posted: Sun May 16, 2010 1:45 pm
He nodded solemnly, a hint of his pointed teeth showing in a smile. "I adore your cruelty, Mistress. It suits you," he admitted. "Satan will be happy about this and, as I have said before, he will be a more than worthy ally," he agreed, shifting his attention back to Setsuka, and floating so his feet were level with hers. He hoped he caused no disrespect, he never wanted to.
He never did.
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Posted: Sun May 16, 2010 2:00 pm
She simply smirked at him, managing to look up at him while still maintaining her own self-superior image through a specific tilt of the head and body stance. She liked how much more powerful he made her look. When she stood with him behind her at his full height--perhaps two and half feet taller than her--she knew she looked more powerful. It pleased her greatly. ZT pleased her greatly.
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Posted: Sun May 16, 2010 6:14 pm
Morri then turned around from her direction, feeling the force of death pulling her back in that direction. She could see it all now, even before she was there. The male had died not from illness, at least the typical kind. It was inflicted upon by another creature, and it was quite excruciating. Soon she came upon the scene of the male bumping with the man she knew as ZT, someone quite high up in Setsuka's ranks. He was a slave to her, the opposite of Morri. Right on cue Morrigan was over next to the dying corpse, lifting her scythe above her head. It was brought down upon the body, slicing through it yet no physical damage could be seen. She had cut the soul free, since her blade could not cut flesh. Sweetly she reached down and lifted the soul from the body, caressing it and cradling it in her arms. Morri cared more highly for souls than she did for the living body. Now that she was holding the spirit in her arms, only visible to a Reaper, she sent the soul to Judgment. There it would wait until it's Sins were observed and given the afterlife it deserved.
Morri could foresee that Hell was in it's future. Leaving the cold corpse on the ground, Morri turned right around and walked back to where she'd been, standing before Setsuka's chambers. She was waiting for something, but yet she really didn't know what. Looking up she found Setsuka and ZT together, and she smirked slightly. Morri thought the demon quite humorous, being that he gladly submitted to her. Of course Morrigan had to submit to her father and both God and Satan, but it didn't mean she did it like a pathetic puppy. Morrigan continued to watch, expressionlessly she was laughing inside.
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