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 Posted: Sat May 25, 2013 5:26 pm
The Garden Of Origin,
The common/social ground of the Onslaught, marble statue's that move and change poses every couple of hours. Yet no one can seem to find how or why these statue's are able to do such. The garden is located just outside the Palace Of Balance this is actually the warmest area in the whole palace due to it being expose by the sun and the palace more colder inside since it is coated in marble. The pool area is also a new addition and of course you can swim in it, its not just for show.
(NO PEEING IN IT!)
☞ Free to RP~
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Posted: Tue May 28, 2013 3:10 am
-He walked onto the grounds, noting the statues had moved from the previous position that they were in before hand. As he walked through the marble statues, he looked about until a certain statue caught his attention. It was that of a rather busty female, perhaps a deity of some sort. He walked over, straightening his pale trench coat and smoothing back his dark hair. He stopped a few inches from the female statue and smiled, his wings folded against his back- "So, come here often?"
-He knew she wouldn't respond, but chuckled at his joke- "What a bust.." -he gave the female statue a pat on her cool marble behind and walked around a few minutes more, the sounds of his steps echoing loudly throughout the garden of marble. It was then that the pool caught his attention and the big red sign that read "NO PEEING IN THE POOL".-
"Damn" -he said in his deep, gravely voice- "They take all the fun out of things."
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Posted: Tue May 28, 2013 7:31 pm
Raigon walked into the garden with a regal grace his power making the temperature in the area go down rapidly. Looking around he admired the beauty with a small smile that showed a hint of large canines. Turning around he started to walk out of the garden when his body vanished in a cloud of ice crystals that glowed in the light.
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Posted: Tue May 28, 2013 11:43 pm
Raigon Za Aisu Taitan Raigon walked into the garden with a regal grace his power making the temperature in the area go down rapidly. Looking around he admired the beauty with a small smile that showed a hint of large canines. Turning around he started to walk out of the garden when his body vanished in a cloud of ice crystals that glowed in the light. -He watched as the Ice Titan walked into the garden and instantly could see his breath as the temperature of the marble gardened changed all around him. He tucked his wings behind his body, his feet practically floated across the ground as he moved silently, his eyes fixed upon the titan. "Its good to be king.." He hummed in his head. He remembered that old Tom Petty song from a time long ago.-
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Posted: Wed May 29, 2013 9:15 am
 ↷ O. Анжелика Жены ☆ → ! ! !__________Ya nikogda ne budet kontrolirovat'sya snova
Фарфоровая кукла, разбитым лицом
совершенство || совершенство
██║│║▌│█│█████████████████████████║
идеальное тело, все одеты в кружевах
The small, one hundred fifty seven centimetre tall, pale skinned girl thrust her hands violently on the large doors, leading from the Palace of Balance into the Garden of Origin. The look on her face showed great ire boiling behind her lavender eyes; a vermilion colour to her cheeks from frustration. Normally she donned a coloured wig, something she had done since the times of her late husband, Arkady; this time, her long white curls slapped her back gently as a breeze whisked them behind her shoulder.
Her fists were clutched as she saw the curtails of King Raigon disappearing with Seek not to far behind him. Underneath her left arm, clutched to her side, was a brown leather book; appearing to be about two centuries old. The innocent looking girl with the scar over her glass right eye released a loud shout, her thick Russian accent so apparent, she heard it echo back from the marble statues and the glassy pool. "King Raigon!" Normally, such ire would not get the best of this sweet girl. She was something created for obedience and perfection. Ire and frustration were not the traits of obedience nor perfection.
She took a few more steps forward, hearing the sound of her bare feet slapping the ground. As her ire began to build even more, her skin slowly hardened to porcelain. The vermilion colour in her cheeks faded to pure white, her hair still flowing, but glassy in appearance. The sound of bare feet slapping was replaced with the dainty steps of porcelain caressing stone.
Instead of giving chase after the king, she removed the book from under her arm, sliding open a page. The pages appeared blank, but when she lifted the black marker ribbon from the spin to save the page, images of Deathsong's most recent Death Match began to dance on the pages; indicating why she was ire. She closed the book and hurled it as hard as she could towards the pale Ice Titan, not caring if it missed and struck Seek in the head.
разбитое сердце, разрушенную душу
послушание || послушание
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потеряли причине, забыли роль
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Posted: Wed May 29, 2013 10:12 am
As Raigons form started to dissappear he heard the voice of a woman and his form quickly reformed as a book was flying at him. Catching it the air around his body started to drop more rapidly than before. Looking at her almost faster than the naked eye could follow his hand shot up and grabbed the book out of the air. Looking at the book then her he said in a soft voice that was ancient and power filled. "What is it that you need?" Raigon noticed that there was someone else here, but decided not to react to his presence. Puting his free hand in his pants pocket.
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Posted: Wed May 29, 2013 10:32 am
↷ O. Анжелика Жены ☆ → ! ! !__________Ya nikogda ne budet kontrolirovat'sya snova
Фарфоровая кукла, разбитым лицом
совершенство || совершенство
██║│║▌│█│█████████████████████████║
идеальное тело, все одеты в кружевах
The petite porcelain doll closed the distance between she and the titan, looking up at him, her neck stretching back slightly from his towering height. Her brow was still furrowed, looking as though if she were an animal, she would be gin growling. She looked down at the book, flipping the page as the images danced around showing Deathsong's demise in the fight. "How could you let him fight?" She began, her voice shaking as she tried to hold her anger back.
"I told him if he needed help, to let me know. I told him if he got hurt, I would be ire. You are his brother and the king, how could you let him do it?! Grebanyy slaboumnym!" She snatched the book back from the king, not caring of his status. She reported to one person and one person only, though she respected all. As she slammed the covers together, tucking the book back under her arm, she glared up at the ice king.
The doll turned on her heel, walking back towards the pool, her ceramic steps slowly fading back to the fleshy slaps of bare feet. As she walked towards the pool, staring at her reflection, she clutched her fists again. Simple tasks were besieged upon her, and she was not fulfilling them. She promised she would protect him, and she didn't. Even if he was a deity, she still swore to protect him, and she had failed. Instead of coming to his aid, she merely watched the fight from her book. The doll pulled the book from under her arm and stared at it. Years of fights, spars, missions and notes compiled in a neat book had given her all the reasoning and knowledge she needed.
Turning back towards the king, looking slightly over her shoulder, her brow still furrowed, but the ire in her eyes fading to simple frustration and guilt; she spoke, a little softer this time. "So what happens to him now, korol'? He dances between both realms, but is not alive. How do I fulfill my oath to him now?"
разбитое сердце, разрушенную душу послушание || послушание██║│║▌│█│█████████████████████████║ потеряли причине, забыли роль
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Posted: Wed May 29, 2013 11:28 am
Raigon looked at her and listened to her calmly as she was upset. Not letting emotions show on his face even though at the metion of his brother and his fight the temperature dropped even more than it usualy did while he stood in the area. The ground underneath him started to freeze solid and the ice began to spread from the cold fury that was inside him. Taking a deep breath he exhaled and the water particles in the area froze instantly as more ice crystals started to form and float around him. Keeping away from the small woman near him so that she would not get hit by his cold fury he said in a rough voice that was so filled with power and anger that it made the ground shake slightly. "Tis nothing either of us could do you know that. He does what he wants. Not only that he took advantage of the fact that i was away when he decided to accept the fight. Nothing either of us would of been able to stop him."
Staring at Angelica he thought about it for a second and his eyes glowed brightly. "That is something you would have to ask him..." Raigon said in a sad voice. Looking at her his powers flared a little more his temper starting to heat up or in his case become frigid before saying in a lethal voice. "But one thing is for sure when i get ahold of that pathetic worm i will crush his very existance."
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Posted: Wed May 29, 2013 12:43 pm
The man of many tricks, or so he had been called by one of his associates, was taking a resting period from his travels. These travels however had ended him up to this garden which seems rather dull to some aspect, but remarkable in some. The methods to which he traveled were typically that of Time Travel, but to save face with most mortal beings, he traveled by foot. He sighed lightly as his eyes stared upon the statue in towards the back entrance of the garden. It stood there looking as marble would, however what caught his interest was that it looked to him, then changed its pose within a few seconds. A wild smirk came across his lips as he soon realized that this place had something more to it, so to speak.
Arakami Reaver was a man known for many things in his past, cruelty, tyranny, and death. They were what associated him to existence during those times, but upon learning more of Time itself, he learned that he had to associate himself more so with neutrality. He wasn't the same individual he was a few years ago, he had become more wise, mature, and stronger. He didn't use his strength for death unless it truly called for it, and the same with life. He had gone from his overly arrogant persona to that of a humble traveler, but that was all just to people's eyes. Arakami was a God, one of which who could literally transverse different times, spaces, and realms.
With a quick motion of his hand to brush through his crimson hair, he took in the scented air and began to progress further into the depths of the garden. As his hand had finished combing through the back of his hair, it moved gently to the coat pocket, resting there comfortably. Tracing down the image of the man wasn't that difficult, as his hair stood out most, but it was the horns protruding from his skull that caught most people off. They'd either associate him to a Demon or something Draconian, but these horns were a proud trait of his Daemonism. Moving down to his facial features, his eyes were covered with full contact lenses that kept a crimson hue, though if one were to look rally closely, they could see a golden color that seemed to move as the actual iris would look into time itself. His Hourglass eyes, they really freaked people out most times, as they'd either be enchanted or horrified by them; hence the contact lenses. His torso was covered by two layers of clothing, first and foremost was the white button down collared shirt that was covered slightly by the black coat that was more so seemingly normal. His pants were black dress pants that trailed down towards his leather shoes that seemed to have no sound as he stepped. One notable feature however was the swinging cross that was adorned fashionably to one of the belt loops on his left side.
Soft sounds were heard, voices it seemed like. Arakami's eyes looked over in the general direction to where the voices seemed to be coming from, but as to not alarm anyone, he kept to his own agenda, to look into the garden and see the beauty to which it would hold. "It is a bit too warm out here." He made a small face of discontent before dropping his own temperature by changing the time within a small area around him to chill him out a bit. Elemental Psionics definitely came in handy sometimes. As he reached the peak of the actual garden, he lowered his knees and took upon the beauty of a red rose, and smiled. This place was rather peaceful.
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Posted: Wed May 29, 2013 1:47 pm
↷ O. Анжелика Жены ☆ → ! ! !__________Ya nikogda ne budet kontrolirovat'sya snova
Фарфоровая кукла, разбитым лицом
совершенство || совершенство
██║│║▌│█│█████████████████████████║
идеальное тело, все одеты в кружевах
Angel looked back at the water as the titan king began to speak, feeling the coolness in the air. Having lived nearly all her life on the isle of Shikotan, she was used to the cold, but hated it; she was more prone to warmer weather. As she felt the bite in the air grow more, Angel began turning to porcelain. At least when she was in her porcelain form, she was impervious to heat changes, being neither too cold, nor too hot. Something she had learned long ago. The memories of when she found out she was not human bringing a small smirk to her face. Angel couldn't help but nod in agreement. "I would tend to agree," She said simply before turning on her heel, the sound of her porcelain feet rubbing the stone beneath.
She looked up at the king, even from this distance he still made her look up from his height. "I have a feeling he doesn't want me involved. He knows that I am nothing more than a weapon at his disposal, but he refuses to ask my aide." Angel shook her head. From what she was aware of, since she began serving Deathsong, he had been in a few fights and never once called for her help. Now, with the outcome of the most recent, she was torn inside.
As Angel looked at the King, she could sense a person coming near. She concentrated in the direction, sensing the neutrality of the person coming close to the Gardens. Angel released a small sigh she hadn't realized she had been holding. Since she had been to the witch Doktor, several new abilities had been implemented within her genetic coding. To keep her in top-form, the Witch Doktor had to formulate a concoction for Angel's helix gene ladder to make sure she was tougher than she had been before. The scale of the snakes would make her flesh harder to penetrate, even in her flesh-form. While the antennas of the insect would make her senses more keen to surrounding organisms. With the antennas, she could even pick up evil intentions of others just by the vibrations of their wave-lengths.
Since she was sensing no evil intentions her eyes returned to the king, her porcelain exterior reflecting the light slightly from the sun. Angel ran a finger across her slightly exposed stomach, tracing the scars of the broken pieces from her attack not long ago. As she thought of her own attacks and fights, how she barely made it out alive, but alive non-the-less, surged a new amount of rage within her. How could she, a simple doll, survive what she had, and yet he could not? "It just doesn't make sense.. Either he went in headstrong, thinking he could handle himself, or.." Angel stalled before uttering the next words. "Or, it was his goal all along." Angel shook her head at the thought she had uttered.
It was a strange thought, to think that the deity would want to have died, but she hadn't spoken with him since the event. Angel looked towards Seek, and then around the garden for the fourth presence, but she could not see the fourth. Whoever they were, they were not being bothered by the festivities between the king and she. A though graced her mind before she turned from the king, folding her thin arms across her chest as she stared into the reflections of the water. "I feel I may need to begin training again. Perhaps he did not call me in because he worried I was not recovered from my injuries." Angel turned her attention towards the Levitating Palace. Nearly everyone could fly there, but she had purposefully ignored it simply because of the walk from the Palace of Balance. With events as of late, she would have to make the trek eventually, especially if she wanted to begin training again.
разбитое сердце, разрушенную душу послушание || послушание██║│║▌│█│█████████████████████████║ потеряли причине, забыли роль
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Posted: Wed May 29, 2013 2:34 pm
Raigon arched a eyebrow at Angelica and smiled softly. "You know him he wishs to do things his own way. He usualy will listen to someone who speak to him with advice, but that doesn't mean he will listen to it." Raigon's eyes glowed softly with power as he sensed a presence unfamiliar to him. Reaching out with his senses he felt no hostility from the new being and withdrew his icy power because he did not feel a threat. Looking back down at Angelica and shook his head slightly his white shimmering hair flowing about his body. "He will do as he wishes regardless." Looking around taking in the scenery noticing that the ground around him had frozen completely he drew back his power some but could not get rid of the freezing temperature that was always about his body. The ice crystals floating about him shimered in the light looking like he was surrounded by diamond dust instead of small ice crystals that where as sharp as a scalpel that could be manipulated into weapons in a instant. "Yes there was a reason as to why he did what he did. However if you wish to know the goal that is something that you will have to ask him yourself." Raigon said softly his white coat flowed around his body regaly as if there was a etherial wind blowing and making his coat move and his hair float about his body. Reaching a hand up he inspected his emaculate nails as if there was something in them that needed to be cleaned. Returning his attention to Angelica he spoke in a voice that would send a shiver down the spine of anyone that could hear him. The voice was ancient and echoed from every direction even though he had not raised his voice. "You do what you feel like you have too. But there are plenty of warriors of worth here. The choice is yours..."
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Posted: Wed May 29, 2013 2:37 pm
He stood from his position and looked back to where the voices were emanating from. He was curious, but at the same rate, he could be considered hostile for trespassing for all he knew. He could just place Grace of Advent upon himself, but that was too time consuming and dull, though it would be wise for him to do so. So many thoughts crossed his mind in the moment, but nothing really stuck. He was bored, and probably tired from traveling by foot too much. Sure, he was partially out of shape, but if it came to where he had to fight for his life, his body would react instantly. He shrugged lightly as he turned back to the rose and nodded towards it, as though showing respect to a comrade from long times past.
He turned towards the voices and closed his eyes, focusing on their sounds. One was a female, while two were male. He opened his eyes and frowned slightly, he disliked people for the most part, well, no, the statement held true. All of his past endeavors usually ended with some catastrophic event or battle that was really pointless to begin with. He placed his hands back into his coat pockets and took to the path that would lead him towards the trio of individuals. He couldn't quite see their timelines because of the contacts, so he couldn't tell if they were mortal or something more, but all of it meant nothing to him really. He couldn't be killed, well, he could and couldn't at the same rate. Because he was the God of Time, if his physical shell were to be ruined, his celestial form would reform though the Times and recreate it, though that itself was too dastardly to pursue in front of other beings as it could take time from their lives. He paused in his steps thinking about this, it was a terrible thought, to take life from others for his own gain. He quickly shook his head of the thought and moved his right hand from his coat to his eyes. These contacts were bothersome, he loathed them as they blocked his real vision. He decided it'd be best for his well being to remove them.
Now with that being said and done, he removed both the contacts from his eyes and blinked a few times to allow them to adjust to the small breeze that surrounded him, but it wasn't a breeze of wind, but rather time. His lenses were different than most, usually the lense just covers the iris and pupil, but his covered the entire eye. The normal white sclera of an eye was blackened within his. His iris was golden with only a few blackened lines that lead to the center pupil without actually touching it. His pupil though, it was strange. Instead of it being a circle, it took the shape of an hourglass, which was to represent his own control over the substance. Once his final blink had adjusted his eyes, each hour glass began to rotate slowly in opposite directions, one counter clockwise and the other clockwise. This is the part where people would usually be alarmed. He looked upon the location to where the voices were coming from and saw an array of different times. One dating back to the Greek Gods creation of the Titans; which annoyed him slightly; a time dating back a little 500 years, and another dating back to that of the creation of this planet.
These were no mortals, the time dating to the Titans meant nothing to Arakami really, because of his time abilities, he existed before time was even created, the one for the planet, well, he was pointless to him. The third though, he was curious about. It was odd for an individual to live that long, unless they were something else entirely. He pondered for a moment, considering going forth towards them. He knew if he got within a good distance of them, the Titan would react to the souls that were absorbed within him of the Greek Gods, which could prove trivial at best. He shrugged and decided to go for it, no time like the present.
He continued his progress towards them up until he had a strong presence of each of them, and a decent view of the trio. He kept himself only partially in view of their sights, were they to look his general direction, but would be enough for the Titan to feel the Presence of the former Olympian Gods within him. He wondered how this would really turn out.
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Posted: Wed May 29, 2013 2:45 pm
*She was standing in one of the tallest towers of the palace, which overlooked the garden and beyond. Her small hand pushed the swinging panes of the window outwards and she cast her gaze below. Her green eyes scanned the area and she noticed that, besides the moving statues, some living life forms had taken a place in the garden. One, a stranger to her, and the others somewhat familiar.*
*A slight cool wind blew and she perked her ears. There were words whispering on the wind, words that were being carried from down below somewhere in the garden. Some were words of anger and some of concern. Her pointed ears twitched for a moment and she leaned out of the window slightly, her blonde hair falling in her face.*
*She noted the temporary had changed a few more times, she assumed it was because of the Ice Titan and the red haired stranger. Out of the corner of her eye she watched as Seek appeared to be walking around the pool, eyeing it cautiously. She frowned and stepped back, pulling the window closed behind her. As the window closed she sighed and turned away, her steps echoing as she left the chambers. She was on her way down to the garden.*
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