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 Posted: Sat Feb 01, 2014 11:14 pm
The story Welcome to the world Apocralyph! It is now the year 3015, the foretold apocalypse has come and gone, now the land is in a constant state of war between good and evil, heaven versus hell, angel against demon. The land has been tore asunder countless times since the year 2020, and humans are now a major minority. Once the proud species at the top of the food chain, now cast near the bottom. Scurrying around like rats for food and hiding from the greater powers that are like predators to them. Most of humanity feels the sting of this, as they crawl in the shadows of their once great cities just to survive. But since the original war, like any species, humans have evolved. Their evolution wasn't one that the Angels or demons had expected to happen. That humans to adapt and survive in their constant fighting and recruiting of them, to gain the ability to summon. There was much theory that it had to come from when they would randomly breed by force with a human, that their own magic transferred into the descendants. Upon a closer inspection, it came to light that those who evolved to use this magic ability, were those who lineage that wasn't mixed with the DNA of a celestial or demonic being. Each side trying to recruit the humans as they acquire this power to further strengthen their own faction to win the seemingly never ending war. After countless years of trying to figure who had a higher and more likely chance of getting the ability to summon, they came to realize that most of the humans who acquired it, were in their early twenties. Though a few humans in the age group of 15 or 19 could with a rate of 25-45% chance and even very rare was the age group of 12-14 with a 5% chance. Preferring to get the younger humans and binding them to a particular Angel or Demon was desirable to them, since their mind had yet to become set in a particular way to thinking and training them as tool or weapon was much more easier. But as time passed, the Humans adapted to this and began to protect those that showed signs and symptoms of gaining the ability to summon. They themselves doing their own research, finding out many things about those who could become summoners. Among the research they learned that a person could handle a singular summons at first. Encompassing only one element that goes with their only chosen weapon aka like a kunai, sword and/or gun. That there was three levels of compatibility that the summoner could reach. The first being that the new summoner could either use the element of their summons or call the summon to fight with them for a particular amount of time. At the second stage they could use both element and summon at the same time, as well as fuse the element into their weapon, giving them a more versatile way of fighting. The third stage was the most dangerous and sought after among all three factions, the ability to fuse with the summon, to both a partial and full degree, while still using the weapon and/or element. But they donn't have a choice about what they would get to summon, or the element. And when they came into the power, it was through some type of event rather tragic or happy or some where in between. It takes a summoner close to 15 years to acquire the third stage at the earliest. But after achieving it, in most cases a summoner was able to acquire a second summons at the beginning stages. But it became rather clear that this put a heavy strain both mentally and physically on the summoner, rapidly shortening their lives. Their own safety net to fight against the Angles and Demons to maintain their own freedom, and rise once more. This is now your story, let it begin. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Story/Rules/Profile skeleton/Date n Time/List of Angel's & Demon's/White n Black list/Random notices
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Posted: Sat Feb 01, 2014 11:44 pm
The Rules 01. Please follow of the ToS of Gaia, it is common sense people.
02. I am god, what I say goes. So 'Respect my authority'!
03. Romance is highly encouraged, but try to keep it PG-16. If clothes come off, TIME SKIP... Please...
04. No auto-hitting, flamming or God Moding. You get one warning and this is it, other wise you are black listed.
05. PM your profiles with both Summon and Backlash in the subject.
06. Have fun, be creative. I am want literate here, people. That is the purpose of our guild any ways.
07. I am not big on propriety, so at least put a fully functional and descriptive paragraph for a post.
08. At the end of your profile upon submitting put a drama lama emote there.
09. If you have any questions or ideas for a plot (Am mostly open and accepting) pm me to tell me, though I do have a set idea for the story at the moment.
10. Please use some color in your post, aka a different color for talking, as well as have the characters names and a picture of the character and/or summons in your post.
11. Please use "" for talking, and italic for thinking please to help differentiate what is happening in your post actions.
12. You are allowed only one summons, meaning one element, which also includes a weapon of your choice.
13. If you want to start at a younger age then the 20's please pm explaining how and why, so I may okay it. But, sorry to say, don't count on it. Because that can make things over powered.
14. No one may play a Angel or Demon, except as a contracted or bonded. Those are positions of immense power, there for I may occasionally throw one out there for effect and just to mess with people/story. ((Also Angels & Demon's don't create the summons, those are given life to use by higher powers that be, and brought from our own myths, legends and beliefs.))
15. Choose your faction, and know that you will be pitted against others because of it. Not everyone should stay neutral.
16. I reserve the right to at any time add or subtract a rule. I am god. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Story/Rules/Profile skeleton/Date n Time/ List of Angel's & Demon's/White n Black list/Random notices
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Posted: Sun Feb 02, 2014 12:17 am
The Profile Outline My puppeteer: (Gaia name) I am: (Character Name) My age: (the age, you are human be realistic) My height: (How tall you are) What I look like: (Description is fine, but a picture is best) My Faction: (Angel, Demon, Human)
I am bound to: (Angel/Demon name)
Age I became a Summoner: (the age you acquired your summons)
My summons is: (Name and picture please)
My element is: (The element your summons bestowed) My weapon of choice: (What you prefer to do combat with)
This is my story: (About 2 to 5 paragraphs on the Characters background please)
I like: (a few things please to define your character)
I dislike: (a few more things to define your character)
My theme song: (Not really needed, but it is cool to have anyways.) ((Profiles will be posted here, and the OOC will be done here. Please and Thank you!)) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Story/Rules/Profile skeleton/Date n Time/List of Angel's & Demon's/White n Black list/Random notices
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Posted: Sun Feb 02, 2014 1:03 pm
The Calendar IN this world there is no seasons, due to the war that has be on going. Everyone just lives literally day to day, leaving no real cause to say which particular month is as it is just days bleeding one into another. Thought Humans still use the name of the weekly days. AS for the use of time, they have gone back to the original basics, that their ancestors in the colonies used to make it easier, since technology has gone bust. Our Day:
Sunday - Monday - Tuesday - Wednesday - Thursday - Friday - Saturday
The Time
Morning - Noon - Evening - Night ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Story/Rules/Profile skeleton/Date n Time/ List of Angel's & Demon's/White n Black list/Random notices
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Posted: Sun Feb 02, 2014 1:43 pm
Angel's & Demon's AngelsFirst & highest order: Serephim (Each have 6 wings.They are the angels who are attendants or guardians before God's throne.) Second Order: Cherubim (They are manlike in appearance and double-winged and were guardians of God's glory. They symbolized then, God's power and mobility.) Third Order: Thrones (Angels of pure Humility, Peace and Submisssion. They reside in the area of the cosmos where material form begins to take shape.) Fourth Order: Dominions (Angels of Leadership. They regulate the duties of the angels, making known the commands of God.) Fifth Order: Virtues (Spirits of Motion and control the elements. They govern all nature. They have control over seasons, stars, moon; even the sun is subject to their command. They are also in charge of miracles and provide courage, grace, and valor) Sixth Order: Power ( Warrior Angels against evil defending the cosmos and humans. They fight against evil spirits who attempt to wreak chaos through human beings. The chief is said to be either Samael or Camael, both angels of darkness.) Seventh Order:Arch Angel's ( generally taken to mean "chief or leading angel". Seven angel's that do Gods work and embody elements. They are Uriel-Earth, Micheal-Fire, Gabriel-Water & Raphael-Wind, Raguel-Light, Remiel-Darkness, & Saraqael-Metal/Time} Eighth Order: Principalities (refers to one type of spiritual (metaphysical) being which are now quite hostile to God and human beings.) Ninth Order: Angel's (The lowest Order, that guard and guide humanity. They deliver prayers to God and God's answers and other messages to humans.) {For the sake of this RP, the orders are adhered to, but only the Arch Angel's will be used as a Plot twist/manipulation. You may mention them in a post for your characters own personal plot bunny if you want. And have your character attached to them if that is whom you choose.} DemonsFirst Order: Beelzebub was a prince of the Seraphim, just below Lucifer. Beelzebub, along with Lucifer and Leviathan, were the first three angels to fall. He tempts men with pride. Second Order: Leviathan was also a prince of the Seraphim who tempts people to give into heresy. Third Order: Asmodeus was also a prince of the Seraphim and reportedly continues to be one, burning with desire to tempt men into wantonness. Fourth Order: Berith was a prince of the Cherubim. He tempts men to commit homicide, and to be quarrelsome, contentious, and blasphemous. Fifth Order: Pesado was a prince of the Abadon. The keeper of chaos. Sixth Order: Astaroth was a prince of Thrones, who tempts men to be lazy. Seventh Order: Verrine was also prince of Thrones, just below Astaroth. He tempts men with impatience. Eighth Order: Gressil was the third prince of Thrones, who tempts men with impurity. Ninth Order: Sonneillon was the fourth prince of Thrones, who tempts men to hate. {For the sake of this RP, the orders are adhered to, and all orders of these Demons can be used for Plot twist/manipulation. You may mention them in a post for your characters own personal plot bunny if you want. And have your character attached to them if that is whom you choose.} [[Extra Note: Lucifer the lord of hell and his brother Satan, whom is his second in Command will never take a Summoner as an attachment, as they prefer to sit back and manipulate the battle from their thrones in the 13th level of hell. Same is said for God or God(s) in heaven. They are unplayable characters except by me.]] ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Story/Rules/Profile skeleton/Date n Time/ List of Angel's & Demon's/White n Black list/Random notices
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Posted: Sun Feb 02, 2014 1:51 pm
White List Black List (This is self-explanatory by now I hope. But if not, let me make this very simple... WHITE=GOOD, BLACK=BAD) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Story/Rules/Profile skeleton/Date n Time/ List of Angel's & Demon's/White n Black list/Random notices
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Posted: Sun Feb 02, 2014 1:54 pm
Random Notices & Blurbs from God -We Are Now Open For RP...Please Send Me Your Profile! -Noted that I forgot to mention something. If you would like to put it in your first post, a small blurb about how you came into your powers and why Your particular Summons choose you please feel free to do so. Sorry about that! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Story/Rules/Profile skeleton/Date n Time/ List of Angel's & Demon's/White n Black list/Random notices
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Posted: Sat Feb 15, 2014 11:29 am
Elliot, Host of the Azure Flame
Christine, Cherubim of Innocence
"Are we there yet?" An intangible, angelic voice asked the lone traveler on the road. Elliot's shoulder slumped slightly, but he managed to keep his pace. His body was hidden under a heavy white traveling cloak. The best anyone could tell was the person was of average height, and had a relatively long gait. The dual purpose of the clothing couldn't mask the visible sigh of exasperation to any watching though. Which probably wasn't anyone of note, or really well hidden, as he was crossing what remains of the Golden Gate Bridge.
The man under the garment remained quite, only lifting his right hand to the inside of his concealing hood, to push his glasses back up. There was silence for a few minutes more, allowing the man to concentrate on carefully climb himself across a part of the bridge missing the entirety of the road. Having to navigate his way along the hanging wire rail was nerve wracking enough without the childish questions of his invisible partner. It wouldn't have been so bad, if it wasn't for the relentless fog that hung over the city.
Since the war San Fransisco had been nearly wiped out completely, and it's famous heavy fog settled in for the long haul. The only times it lifted were during the sparse fights between the angels and demons. Which, coincidentally, was the reason Elliot and Christine were heading into the ruinous city.
As he found out over his six years of travel in the northwestern states, jobs were more plentiful in heavily contested or infested areas. His last job came from the walled off city of NeoSeattle. Elliot still couldn't believe they called it NeoSeattle, it just sounded to cliched to him. That place had been a major port even during the war, and he found work there for a while. Then the demons began to home in on Christine, so they had to leave.
Elliot hadn't minded, that was how they had lived the last six years. Moving when the demons came, or when the angels tried to recruit them to defend areas. While Christine was more than willing, her host was not. They tried to settle down in one spot at first, but it was razed in the conflict the eventually followed. So a wanderer he became.
So he figured, and at his Summon's constant behest, to travel into a heavily contested state for a change. They could settle down for some time, allowing Christine the chance to exorcise for a while, and Elliot to aid and fill his pocket and belly. He hated to think of himself as a mercenary, but it was the work that payed the best.
"Dear Elliot?" Christine's voice came from nowhere once again after he was safely on a long chunk of road that remained.
"Considering we don't have a destination in mind, I can't say we are Christine. We'll know more when we get to San Fransisco, okay?" The man responded with a tempered tone. Dealing with Christine was very much like dealing with a child. While infinitely stronger and wiser, being the incarnation of Innocence certainly gave her a youthful disposition. Luckily he had taught children a good portion of his life, so he had experience.
"Okay. Though I do so hope find hellspawn there too. We haven't had a decent exorcism since we left that settlement in Origon." Christine's cheerful tone, only added to the frustration Elliot felt when reminded of Oregon.
"It's Oregon, Christine, and that was a mistake. The demon was part of a neutral Summoner. They didn't need to die." Elliot replied with practiced patience. He really couldn't fault her, the Summoner attacked them first, but they were just to try and divert them from coming to the settlement.
"Yes they did, my dear Elli. Consorting with demons is a crime up above, so they were to burn." She said in an innocent voice, followed by a bubbly giggle.
"Yes, up above, but down here on Earth things are different. You know that."
"In the six years since we first started speaking, how often had that been the case, dear Elliot?" Christine retorted, her smiling face visible to him, as she walked next to him. Elliot and other Summoner could see their Summons, even if the rest of the world couldn't until they had been given physical form. Free agents of Heaven and Hell had a physical form on Earth, so they could luckily be seen.
"Seven times. And four of those time's we ended up killing them. Christine, I'm not asking you to change your entire worldview at once, just to show some restraint until we can find out their motives." Elliot partially pleaded, looking at her from under his hood. The fog gave the translucent angel a sort of wispy appearance, as the clouds flowed through her.
"No promises, dear Elli." She smiled contentedly back at him.
~ "The world isn't entirely black and white Christine." "Mayhaps not, dear Elliot. At least until we're done with it." ~
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Posted: Sun Feb 16, 2014 2:08 pm
Elsabeth Perry Carter  ✡ She unwound her body, spiraling down the pole as the thrumming of the bass from the music died out. There silence followed as Elsabeth put her heeled feet on the stage. Her toned calves and thighs only more pronounced as she stood there looking out at the clubs only two other occupants. Raising an eyebrow in question, as she walked of the stage and towards them. Barely making a clicking sound off the hard polished wood floors, which as always made the two gentlemen look at her in awe. ✡ "So you two just gonna stare, or actually give me some flipping feed back on my new routine? Cause I don't have all day you know. This is just my side job at the moment." she snipped as she reached them, sliding with practiced ease onto one of the bar stools, hating how cold the leather felt on her bare legs. The small dancer shorts she wore didn't come half way over her buttocks, which for this profession was a boon and a curse. Wrinkling her nose as she got comfortable, Elsabeth tapped her fingers in growing impatience on the bar top. "Now now, don't be to hasty my little one. Your new routine has much merit to it, and frankly I am impressed that you are willing to...torque your body in that type of position on the pole. I say give it a run tonight since it is just a few people coming." The tall sandy haired man with pink highlights said, as he filled a glass of water, before sliding it to her. Flashing him a grateful smile as she caught it, Elsabeth took a quick glance out of the corner of her eye, to see the other occupant look surly, bored and irritated all at once. ✡ "Thanks Gerard. Since I have earned your approval, I will do so tonight and see what reactions I get." She said softly before raising the glass to her lips and sipping on it. Relishing the clean, clear taste of the water. It was a commodity that was getting rare and more expensive as time wore on. As she placed the glass back on the counter, the other man spoke up, "Eh, it looks good. But your still half assing your talent, witch. And the only reason you got this job, is cause we all know that your the favorite pet. Ulitmately you know your little brown nosing ways will be set aside when a new and up and coming summoner shows up. All your good for is killing anyways, with little to no butt." His voice very sardonic and laced with his extreme dislike for her. Making Elsabeth twitch as she spun on the stool, standing to her full height, plus five inches from the heels.  ✡ Her arm snapping out around the mans neck, pulling him easily off the stool he had been siting on, into a headlock. Her dark brown eyes flashing with anger and contempt for him. "Oh really Simon! If there is any brown nosing little t**t around here, it would be you. Your still jealous that I whipped your butt in my trial upon making my pact with out lord Leviathan. So you know what, get the hell over yourself. Cause if you keep pissing me off, I will make sure that you are completely useless to him in any shape or form." she hissed, as she noted that Gerard had stopped cleaning the glass in his hand. His look in his eyes spoke volumes for the both of them. Giving a small snort in compliance to the unspoken command, Elsabeth loosened her hold on Simon's neck and pushed him away from her body with all her strength, watching as he stumbled and eventually fell to the ground, gasping for precious air. ✡ A smirk on her face as she turned back to the bar, giving Gerard a shrug and a non-repentant stare. The man just rolled his eyes at her, knowing that since he found her and brought her back to their side, that she would be a bit volatile. But his first assessment of the girl hadn't been wrong. She was a very capable and ruthless person, who had survived this whole time, and was damned good at completing any task assigned to her. With a quirk of his lips at only the left corner of his mouth, Gerard just shook his head. "Hey now, I know you hate his guts. But that would be a severe punishment if you went over board El. Besides, you should turn around and look behind you." a soft yet very watery voice spoke in her head, with an amused chuckle quickly following it. Deciding to humor her companion, Elsabeth turned around seeing Simon still on the floor with wide eyes as he looked up at something. Rolling her eyes as she continued to turn, until they landed on a rather unique looking man.
✡ Looking him over even though she couldn't feel any sort of presence from the man, who stood there with green hair, top hat, fancy coat arms spread wide. Giving a sigh of exasperation before turning back to face the bar, and lifting her cup up to her lips for another sip, before speaking"Ah! My Lord Leviathan, it is nice to see you. What do you want today?" her voice bland and showing no respect to the man at all. She knew that if he wanted he could just kill her on the spot. When all she got was silence before he chuckled and spoke, "Oh now now, your gonna hurt my feelings. Do you always have to treat me, your lord and master so coldly?" his voice coming off as very feminine with a touch of flowery in there. Sticking her tongue out at Gerard while making a gagging face in mockery of the voice he chose to speak in, while dening him and answer.
✡ Soon after she felt a pair of inhumanly strong hands grasping her shoulders, and spinning her so she was looking up into a well sculpted face. Letting out a small sigh as she just stared at him for a few seconds longer, looking as bored as she felt with this routine. When he let go of her, Elsabeth did her best to show no reaction to the fact that she had steam coming off her bare shoulder from his touch. "FINE, be that way woman. As for what I want this time, is for you to go to the bay and scout today. Also I will be making an attendance to your performance tonight. I will have a few of the other ranking demons here as well, so do your best to please... And no, I wont let the lecher touch you. Even though that water scar, my little viper, you left on his face the last time was most impressive...NOW go and get ready to do your patrol, kill any goody two shoes you find my child." Leviathan said in a cold, voice that felt like she was being dunked into a vat of ice water. Giving a small smile as she slid off the stool, flicking her eyes to Gerard with a play full and telling wink, she started to walk very slowly towards the dressing rooms. Wanting to hear her lord, chew out Simon for picking a fight with her.
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Posted: Sun Feb 16, 2014 7:41 pm
Elliot, Host of the Azure Flame
Christine, Cherubim of Innocence
Thanks to the fog blanketing the area Elliot couldn't tell what time it was. They'd reached the bridge a few hours prior, he knew that, but it was very slow going over the eerily silent bridge. So much of the long construct had been broken or nearly completely missing, the trek was perilous at best. There was even a point where an entire section of the heavily rusted red bridge had toppled into the bay below.
That was probably the most nerve wracking part of the clouded trip. Elliot had to summon Christine's power in a second release. Her power would have acted like a beacon for anything near them, it was something he wanted to avoid, but necessary. Her power flew them across, him using her blue flames as a propellant from his polearm. He may have had to use her power, but he was damned if he was going to summon her totally into the physical plane. That would have alerted anything for twenty miles of their presence.
Needless to say they had entered the ruins of San Fransisco, and were now wandering the devastated city. From his experience most original vastly populated cities had remaining colonies in them. Grant it that was what it was like up north. They were on continually contested ground, and settlements had been few and far between since arriving in Cali.
"Lombard Street..." Elliot read off the badly worn sign. Tilting his torso to the left he looked up what was originally and incredibly winding street slope. Now it was nothing more than a mud slew with chunks of buildings and earth very slowly easing it's way down into the water. "Well considering how fancy the street sign should have looked, I guess this place was once something to see. Oh well." Shrugging he and his intangible partner worked their way across the hardened mud slide. It was easier for his angelic partner as she just floated next to him.
Honestly she didn't even need to have any sort of manifestation in the real world outside of her voice. She could see anything through his eyes, hear anything through his ears, and feel anything through his touch. Christine was just childish in her whimsy. She wanted to "experience" everything first hand, even if she couldn't actually interact with anything. Elliot deduced there was more to it, and he confirmed it after a few years of living with her. She didn't want him to feel lonely, as he avoided interpersonal relations when he didn't need to, and she herself liked to be out in the world.
He also didn't mind, he may be a loner by choice, but having a face to the voice with him really helped with his moral.
"I haven't sensed any demons close to us. Yet I haven't felt any angels either. dear Elli. This San Frisisco may very well be a dead city." She spun around in a sort of pirouette. Her wispy right flattened above her brows, as if looking off into the foggy distance. Her ethereal pale pink dress opened up as she twirled, as if the physics of this world actually mattered to her. After her soundless spin she flopped down on her heels, and continued to stride effortlessly next to Elliot, hands clasped behind her back cutely.
"I'm getting that impression. Still, humans wouldn't last long in these areas unless they developed good hiding skills. So we may just not be looking in the right place." Elliot's voice echoes a bit as buildings he was walking in between them. The fog however did a marvelous job of cutting of the sound quickly.
"Maybe we should just find a place to hide out this evening. Hopefully there's an apartment building or hotel where the beds haven't been taken." They were by no means done wit searching for the day, but Elliot liked to think ahead.
"I will not hide my disappointment about this, dear Elli. I was so looking forward to do some exorcizing." Christine puffed out her pale pink cheeks, and rested her fists on her hips.
"You never do Christine, I wouldn't expect you to start now." He replied sarcastically, him entering another badly damaged street. He started to look into windows for some idea of what could have been in there.
"You make it sound as if I'm a whining child, dear Elliot." She huffed back to him. A small smirk crossed his hidden face, as he peered inside a broken store window.
"Don't worry, you're not. We both know that you're way to adult to be a child." Elliot flashed her a smile. She scrutinized him for a moment, before her temper vanished and a smile returned.
"Careful with your forked tongue, dear Elli. One day I may mistake you for being bad." Christine giggled, and returned to whimsically looking about with him.
~ "The world isn't entirely black and white Christine." "Mayhaps not, dear Elliot. At least until we're done with it." ~
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Posted: Sat Feb 22, 2014 7:52 pm
Elsabeth Perry Carter ✡ Elsabeth sighed as she looked at herself in the mirror of the dressing room, curling her lip in a bit of distaste as she ran her hands down the sides of her body. It wasn't to impressive, she was a very lithe person, with hardly any hips or butt. She had just enough curves in hips and large enough breast to define that she was definitely female. With a loud unlady like snort, she grabbed her orange tinted sunglasses, the only thing that wasn't all black in her normal outfit. Her strides long and sure as she stepped through a beaded curtain, hearing the soft swish and clinking of the little plastic beads. Before her was her master Leviathan, Simon and Gerard all at the bar talking. Simon now sporting what looked like a burn mark, as well as drenched clothes from the puddle at his feet. ✡ Doing her best to leave her face neutral and no expression in her eyes, as she made her way towards them, the sound of her heavy foot falls from her combat boots on the planks of the floor. "Alrighty, I am done and heading out. Any particular area you want me to scout around today?" she asked as she saw them turn towards her. A faint half smile curving her lips, as Leviathan just shook his head no, before going back to talking with Gerard. Understanding she had been dismissed Elsabeth began whistling a soft tune to herself, hands shoved into her jean pockets as she slipped out the hidden door to the underground night club. The sun instantly making her narrow her eyes, before they adjusted. "Ready to get going? I don't sense anything in our immediate area. But I bet you could use some time by the water."✡ Giving a small grunt, as if to say go ahead, Elsabeth felt as her summons started to draw large amounts of water from the air around her. In a matter of seconds her body was submerged in a giant bubble of water, that lifted it's self into the air and was jettisoned across the sky. Having long ago learned to merger her physical body with Leviathan, she was able to breath in the water even with a lack of gills. Her dark eyes taking in the passing scenery of the ruined city, that showed more plant life then human life. Only to snap them open as their movement was stopped, a dark laugh echoing in her head, making her hiss as the bubble burst in the sun light. ✡ Not prepared for her summons odd quirked sense of humor, she let out a high pitched scream as she began to plummet to the ground below. As her body instinctively began to do odd flowing movements with her arms. drawing a small amount of moisture from the air to slow her marginally as the ground rushed up at her quickly, while mentally cussing at Leviathan, who was giving her that water laugh of his. ((Sorry LK, apparently Gaia at my post last night. Stupid Gaia.))
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Posted: Sat Feb 22, 2014 9:12 pm
Elliot, Host of the Azure Flame
Christine, Cherubim of Innocence
"Oh my, oh my my my. I feel such a chill coming toward us. Such a wonderful spine tingling chill. Oh my dear Elli, we will be having company very very soon." Christine's voice shuddered in anticipation, and her excitement fueled the growing heat in Elliot's chest. She knew what her emotions did to his body, but every time she felt a demon, she couldn't help but become giddy.
"This must be some demon. I haven't felt this level of heat since Seattle. Christine please calm down, my chest is starting to hurt." Elliot said calmly to his ethereal partner. She was holding herself tightly, and swaying side to side. The pale pink gown she wore shifted over the hard wood floor of the apartment building they were in. It was run down, like everything else around them, but it had a surviving window that could close, a roof over their heads, and a bed with a mattress.
Elliot peered out the dirty window from the bed, sitting on the edge, his cloak resting next to him. The dingy room felt like a home compared to the last few places he had to sleep, but apparently he wouldn't be getting to rest his weary feet. At least he got a meal in before his angel started literally gaining a blue glow. Her fire had been lit, and now he was going to have to find the source of the starter. So he grabbed up his cloak, tossed it on, and grabbed his polearm next to the bed. He headed downstairs at a leisurely pace, with Christine hopping down the flight at a floating pace, taking four at a time.
Having informed him the demon was on route, and from the bay, they headed down the hill. The trip was intentionally slow for Elliot, wanting to get as much peace as possible before leveling the area.
"Come oooooon dear Elli. Hurry up they'll be here soon. I want to be there to great them." The Angel of Innocence skipped a herself five feet off the ground, and landed as if a leaf on the grass. The pale pink of her dress had been replaced with a sharpening azure. Her long hair even began to flow upward, and move like the flames she creates. Elliot just shook his head, smirking from under his hood. Despite the danger that was coming at them, her antics were adorable.
"We'll get there when we get there, no sooner." At that moment the fog split near the bay, and a figure started to fall from the sky. "Okay maybe sooner. Christine." The woman spun to face him on the tip of her shoe, and vanished like a Chesire Cat, the vicious smile and her eyes being the last to go.
Instantly Elliot felt his every vein in his body surge pleasantly, much like feeling a controllable adrenaline boost. Tucking his weapon next to him, the blade burst into a blue violet fire. A swirling spiral of those flames whipped around the spear. Elliot thrust the point forward, and took off into the sky. The base of the hilt released flames as a rocket would, giving the impression fire was flowing from under the flapping white cloak as they launched up toward the descending person.
"Give me your hand!" Elliot shouted over the roaring flames, as he closed in on the human, he held out his free hand, with his polearm cradled under his arm.
~ "The world isn't entirely black and white Christine." "Mayhaps not, dear Elliot. At least until we're done with it." ~
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Im ur lil misconception Crew
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Posted: Sun Feb 23, 2014 3:12 pm
Elsabeth Perry Carter ✡ "I am so sorry Elsa, it isn't by my choice that your falling. I guess this is his way of saying that your being punished for your temper again. Now try to calm yourself." Leviathan spoke into her mind after quitting his incessant laughing. Letting out a low growl, at his words, while mentally picturing her master being killed over and over again. Which earned her a groan from her summons. The water she had gathered fled from her. With a gasp escaping her lips, Elsabeth felt a wave of panic wash over her for a second. ✡ In the next second she twisted her body so her face was towards the ground. Her eyes catching the sight of a bright azure blue flare on the ground. Blinking a few times as she let all the air in her lung whoosh out from her lungs, just as that light seemed to come flying up at her. The feeling of the magic of another summoner slamming into her, as that bright blue light got closer. Only to see a young man reaching out to her, telling her to take his hand. Deciding to play nice, Elsabeth reached out to grab it, only to snatch it back as the power coming off him made her hand tingle. ✡ Eyes going wide in shock as cradled her hand to her chest. Shaking her head violently, before twisting her body to the right, causing the gap between them to widen. In those three seconds, Elsabeth pulled from deep within her, all her power. She glowed a dark, stormy blue, as she wrapped her arms around her chest, forcing the water magic out her back. The power from the force of it, shredded the back of her shirt around the shoulder blades, as a pair of wings formed from the water. ✡ Snapping them open, the air pressure filling them rapidly, jerked her body up higher in the air. Waiting patiently as they began to flap slowly, controlling her now descending form. Her eyes wary of the young man just a few feet from her, holding a pole arm and glowing with a bright, sharp yet soft azure light. There was no mistaking that he was on the other side of this war, with that purity coming off him. Glad that she bore no mark or taint from her master, to mark her as a demon's pawn. Elsabeth just hovered there watching him, or rather them.
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Posted: Sun Feb 23, 2014 4:18 pm
Elliot, Host of the Azure Flame
Christine, the Azure Flame
"You tried. My turn now." The fog around them scattered in a instant, and Christine's Azure Flame manifestation rippled into sight, like the shimmer off a desert road at noon, right behind the woman. Her lyrical voice was warped with the crackling of a roaring fire, as it barely gave a second of warning before swiping down a three foot long clawed hand upon the other summoner. The Azure Flame manifestation was nearly fifteen feet in heights and it's free floating blazing sigil-like wings spreading outward of thirty feet. Her torso was not much bigger than Elliot, but her elongated limbs connected by a holy blue flame, gave her an imposing size. Her eyes shifted color along the blue spectrum, as they were the only part of her face not hidden behind an orange color and hat.
Elliot said nothing as he watched Christine take her form without consent. She at least gave him the chance to make contact first this time. 'She's at least indulging me.' Was all he thought when she made her suddenly tangible attack against the summoner.
The second thing to wash over the area was a heat that quickly burned away the fog and air moisture around them for a hundred yards. Christine rarely held back, she had never really gotten the concept, and just did as she pleased, even if the opponent was considerably weaker. 'It makes the exorcism all the more enjoyable when they get back up.' Was her excuse Elliot remembered, when he asked her once.
"Christine, at least try to restrain yourself. Demon host or not, she may not be on their side." Elliot called calmly, but worry laced his voice. While he didn't want to attack the person outright, his angel's enthusiasm was hard to stifle. And he rarely was able to leash her manifested form, before she gave it life. He spun his weapon around, extinguishing the flames on it, and started to fall.
As he started her let go of the polearm, and quickly slipped off his shoes. Focusing the holy flame along the soles of his feet, fire blossomed, and stopped his descent. He shot upward, a grabbing his instrument as it fell down to him. Now he could follow the fight at a much easier pace.
~ "The world isn't entirely black and white Christine." "Mayhaps not, dear Elliot. At least until we're done with it." ~
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