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Mikael said
Ah, but only a real risk can test the reality of a belief


If you're suggesting Mary fight Mairyell, I can tell you how that will end without Mary having her spine removed. Sub-Zero style. XD

Mikael said
my good Sir


Heh. I got a chuckle out of that.
From what I've heard of her, makes sense. she would have killed Gorzath.
Mikael said
Indeed. And Sir will be groveling once Slyre gets done with him. >:3


Sure! And Mary can beat Mairyell in a fight! ^_^
yoshua171 said
*smirks at you and bides his time*


Fine! Keep your silence! I'll get an answer soon enough.
The God of Death vs the being who wants to break the cycle of Angelic and Demonic life?

This should be fun.
1. The next Fallout.

2. DA: Inquisition

3. Mass Effect 4

4. Shadow of Mordor

5. Star Wars Battlefront 3

6. The next Elder Scrolls game

7. Far Cry 4
Sir is going to throw a massive monkey wrench into some plans.

Assuming Solus and Mairyell still give a damn about Mary and/or him. After 200 years...I'm not sure. >_>
Nice to see that this is still going...and is still barely controlled chaotic randomness. :p
Okay, Dirae doing pretty much nothing is up. Now, to watch Aur choke on disbelief.
Dirae couldn’t sleep. She couldn’t quite explain why but whenever she tried to fall asleep, she just ended up staying wide awake with her eyes closed. Thus, to occupy herself and hopefully tire herself out enough to actually go to sleep, she had walked a short distance away from the trucks to play a game. As the night made details hard to be seen (after all, the only other Siren was Aur and it was unlikely in the extreme that he would come looking for her), she took off her mask with a grateful sigh, golden breath briefly floating in the air before dissipating. The damn thing could become an annoyance, as she kept it on almost all the time. Still, it hung loosely around her neck, ready to be thrust back on in an instant if someone was too approach her. Sitting with her legs crossed (careful to check the area around so that she didn’t get bit by any of the local wildlife or plantlife), she sang a soft song. It wasn’t one of her little rhymes she used to quickly make a spell, but rather a more traditional ‘Siren Song’. Wordless, but it initiated magic nonetheless.

A large chessboard (made of sand and as big as two of them side by side) rose from the ground, and pieces (which, excluding the king, were all doubled and were also made of different colored sand) appeared on either side. On the side directly opposite of Dirae, half of the pieces were white (including the king) and the other half of the pieces were black. The pieces directly in front of her were half silver and half purple. Her dragon sat on her shoulder, and buzzed in anticipation. Quietly, Dirae spoke, seemingly to herself. “Alright. Let’s see if you two can actually work together against us for once in your lives. What’s our streak at, 625 games to zero?” Her dragon buzzed in confirmation. “That’s what I thought.” You may have won the last games, but this time, we shall! Her Dark essence proclaimed. [i]Victory shall be ours. For we are the righteous. At least, I am.[i] Her Light essence announced. Dirae felt herself smiling. “As usual, I find your unending confidence and optimism adorable. Let’s begin, shall we? You go first.”

And with that, Dirae began playing chess with her dragon against the two voices in her head.
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