Konan375Pyromania99 said
Lyris can apparently break states of panc.
Really? *Glances at Free*
Freeshooter92 said
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!
I somehow doubt it.
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Really? *Glances at Free*
I somehow doubt it.
Aren't you supposed to be in the midst of panicking? Hmm?
Aramir
Can't or won't? Aramir couldn't help but wondering, before shrugging. None of her business, really. Regardless, Lyris continued with hehr nervousness, finally climaxing in admitting that she was not that good at talking to new people. Aramir smiled up at her. "Oh, there's nothing to be excused. Easy talking with others will come with simply talking to new people more and more. But let's try something, shall we? Pick a subject. Any subject. From the College, to cooking, to the weather. Then ask a question about it or make a comment. I'll answer or reply to the best of my knowledge, and we'll keep it going until we've exhausted all avenues of conversation with that. Then a new subject will be chosen. Simple." While she waited for Lyris's response, or subject to be chosen, Aramir glanced around into the world of knee caps and shins.
Nothing much of note, sadly. Though, there did seem to be a commotion nearby, a sudden silence in an area, only broken by the jingling of coins and the frightened tones of someone. A fight? Worse? Given her height, Aramir couldn't tell what exactly was going on, and that was frustrating to put it mildly. Things were easier when I was amongst people who were my own size, and not having to look everyone in the knee or shin. She thought, slightly irritably. She didn't let that show one her face, of course. It wouldn't do anything to end the problem, and she might make Lyris even less likely to talk than she already was.
Can't or won't? Aramir couldn't help but wondering, before shrugging. None of her business, really. Regardless, Lyris continued with hehr nervousness, finally climaxing in admitting that she was not that good at talking to new people. Aramir smiled up at her. "Oh, there's nothing to be excused. Easy talking with others will come with simply talking to new people more and more. But let's try something, shall we? Pick a subject. Any subject. From the College, to cooking, to the weather. Then ask a question about it or make a comment. I'll answer or reply to the best of my knowledge, and we'll keep it going until we've exhausted all avenues of conversation with that. Then a new subject will be chosen. Simple." While she waited for Lyris's response, or subject to be chosen, Aramir glanced around into the world of knee caps and shins.
Nothing much of note, sadly. Though, there did seem to be a commotion nearby, a sudden silence in an area, only broken by the jingling of coins and the frightened tones of someone. A fight? Worse? Given her height, Aramir couldn't tell what exactly was going on, and that was frustrating to put it mildly. Things were easier when I was amongst people who were my own size, and not having to look everyone in the knee or shin. She thought, slightly irritably. She didn't let that show one her face, of course. It wouldn't do anything to end the problem, and she might make Lyris even less likely to talk than she already was.
xodus said
What if the devil is actually a she? Hmm?
Well, then it'd be oddly kinky until Vail rips out the Devil's ovaries.
Darren's got nothing to do if your interested in a conversation between the two.
Other than that... *Sits down and has tea with Pumiyra.* Tea sipping time.
Other than that... *Sits down and has tea with Pumiyra.* Tea sipping time.
I'm going to say it's a good thing that this is the norm.
Luciana
One moment, she was walking the streets of Loom, idly looking for something to end her boredom. Supernatural Keeper of the Balance she may be, but she also sometimes found herself needing something to do. And boy, did she find it. She had just exited a Mall after a long hour or so of window shopping(no money. And she couldn't very well take it from them without annoying repercussions, could she?), when three powerful Hellions entered the world. The Fleshshaper. The Lord of Chaos. Another whose personal Essence she was unfamiliar with, but whose overall type she was. Those Demons were supposed to have been wiped out by their fellows. Made extinct. They had threatened and challenged too many with their schemes and experiments, including her. The war had been short but very, very destructive and bloody. Regardless of the past, there was a large amount of Demons attacking Loom, two of her most hated enemies had arisen, and the Angels were retaliating. After firing a few bullets into a Demon that had leapt at her, Luciana grinned. I certainly won't be bored anymore!
With that, her form glowed a bright white and changed. In her human form's place stood the hulking form of her third one. Rather than causing all local Demons to flee in terror and fear, as she had hoped, it made her a beacon. The traitor was free. And challenging them. To kill her and consume her essence would not only grant them enough power to evolve substantially, but would certainly raise them in Szayeis's standards! And so, Demons from all around flocked to her location. And she met them, eagerly. With fire and sword. And every magical weapon at her disposal. For a while, things were fine. Demons were killed in a variety of painful ways. Yet still they came. Slowly but surely, she was being worn down. She couldn't keep this up forever. The Demons seemed to not heed the fact that they were being slain in droves, foolish for attacking her, yet they continued, each determined to be the one to slay her and consume her essence.
That's when it happened. A Gatekeeper reborn, The Essence entering the land. A semblance of balance was formed. Of course, just as this happened she heard the thrumming of a harp. With a cry of inarticulate rage at the timing, she threw herself upwards to the top of the nearest building. It was high enough to by her time. Enough to at least recover from what was to come. Even before her feet hit the roof the pain struck her and she instinctively switched back to her human form, curling in a ball and wrapping her arms around her head. It was different this time, though. With the pain of her migraine(to put it mildly), there were memories. Flashes of things that had happened before the Gate was destroyed, the Balance ruined.
She was walking through Heaven, unchallenged. There weren't even looks for being out of place. Why was that..? Wings. Angel Wings. Floating on her back. Where had those come from? She didn't possess any forms with Angel wings. She was going to meet her sister. Sister? She didn't have any sisters. The Old Gatekeeper of Heaven, smiling benignly at her. Wait. That was her sister? Impossible. She was a Demon. A warning given. War was coming. The Demons were restless and hostile. That rang a bell. She had warned the Gatekeeper of Heaven about the War. But she could have sworn it was in her human form. The Gatekeeper was still smiling at her. "There must always be balance, Sister. Remember that." What? Sister? These weren't her memories. Couldn't be. Two sisters being formed by the Gods, to guard the two Gates, to keep the races separate. Humans were formed. A third sister was needed, to bear the weight of the third world. Blood and tears from Heaven's Gatekeeper. Flesh and bone from Hell's. She was formed, made of two forms from Heaven. Two from Hell. And one in the middle. Where her sister's were stuck motionless, and could not move, she could. She could ensure the balance was kept. That they survived. She was Luciana, the Keeper of the Balance, Gatekeeper of the Human world and she would not fail.
And like that, the pain was gone. She rose, shakily to her feet. She wasn't a Demon. Nor was she an Angel. She was a far weaker version of the Gatekeepers. And Demons were coming for her. She could ponder the revelations her mind had hidden from her when the Imbalance struck later. Right now...she had the small matter of surviving to deal with. Two new forms had been given to her. Or, remembered by her. First she became a Battle Angel. Armored, proud and sword wielding. Then she became an Original. Her skills as a battle faded to essentially nothing but her skill other three rose. She was weaker than a true Original. But who wouldn't be, after not having used their powers in hundreds of thousands of years? Still, a small compartmentalized lightning storm rose above the building she was atop of. Luciana rose into the air, eyes shimmering with darkness and lightning white.
She didn't mean to, really. She only meant to get rid of her attackers then head to the storm as quickly as possible. But..she had misjudged the capacity of the storm to use her as much as she used it, and soon lost herself in it. Above the building, the storm raged and grew, lightning striking indiscriminately, thunder booming, and rain pouring down.
One moment, she was walking the streets of Loom, idly looking for something to end her boredom. Supernatural Keeper of the Balance she may be, but she also sometimes found herself needing something to do. And boy, did she find it. She had just exited a Mall after a long hour or so of window shopping(no money. And she couldn't very well take it from them without annoying repercussions, could she?), when three powerful Hellions entered the world. The Fleshshaper. The Lord of Chaos. Another whose personal Essence she was unfamiliar with, but whose overall type she was. Those Demons were supposed to have been wiped out by their fellows. Made extinct. They had threatened and challenged too many with their schemes and experiments, including her. The war had been short but very, very destructive and bloody. Regardless of the past, there was a large amount of Demons attacking Loom, two of her most hated enemies had arisen, and the Angels were retaliating. After firing a few bullets into a Demon that had leapt at her, Luciana grinned. I certainly won't be bored anymore!
With that, her form glowed a bright white and changed. In her human form's place stood the hulking form of her third one. Rather than causing all local Demons to flee in terror and fear, as she had hoped, it made her a beacon. The traitor was free. And challenging them. To kill her and consume her essence would not only grant them enough power to evolve substantially, but would certainly raise them in Szayeis's standards! And so, Demons from all around flocked to her location. And she met them, eagerly. With fire and sword. And every magical weapon at her disposal. For a while, things were fine. Demons were killed in a variety of painful ways. Yet still they came. Slowly but surely, she was being worn down. She couldn't keep this up forever. The Demons seemed to not heed the fact that they were being slain in droves, foolish for attacking her, yet they continued, each determined to be the one to slay her and consume her essence.
That's when it happened. A Gatekeeper reborn, The Essence entering the land. A semblance of balance was formed. Of course, just as this happened she heard the thrumming of a harp. With a cry of inarticulate rage at the timing, she threw herself upwards to the top of the nearest building. It was high enough to by her time. Enough to at least recover from what was to come. Even before her feet hit the roof the pain struck her and she instinctively switched back to her human form, curling in a ball and wrapping her arms around her head. It was different this time, though. With the pain of her migraine(to put it mildly), there were memories. Flashes of things that had happened before the Gate was destroyed, the Balance ruined.
She was walking through Heaven, unchallenged. There weren't even looks for being out of place. Why was that..? Wings. Angel Wings. Floating on her back. Where had those come from? She didn't possess any forms with Angel wings. She was going to meet her sister. Sister? She didn't have any sisters. The Old Gatekeeper of Heaven, smiling benignly at her. Wait. That was her sister? Impossible. She was a Demon. A warning given. War was coming. The Demons were restless and hostile. That rang a bell. She had warned the Gatekeeper of Heaven about the War. But she could have sworn it was in her human form. The Gatekeeper was still smiling at her. "There must always be balance, Sister. Remember that." What? Sister? These weren't her memories. Couldn't be. Two sisters being formed by the Gods, to guard the two Gates, to keep the races separate. Humans were formed. A third sister was needed, to bear the weight of the third world. Blood and tears from Heaven's Gatekeeper. Flesh and bone from Hell's. She was formed, made of two forms from Heaven. Two from Hell. And one in the middle. Where her sister's were stuck motionless, and could not move, she could. She could ensure the balance was kept. That they survived. She was Luciana, the Keeper of the Balance, Gatekeeper of the Human world and she would not fail.
And like that, the pain was gone. She rose, shakily to her feet. She wasn't a Demon. Nor was she an Angel. She was a far weaker version of the Gatekeepers. And Demons were coming for her. She could ponder the revelations her mind had hidden from her when the Imbalance struck later. Right now...she had the small matter of surviving to deal with. Two new forms had been given to her. Or, remembered by her. First she became a Battle Angel. Armored, proud and sword wielding. Then she became an Original. Her skills as a battle faded to essentially nothing but her skill other three rose. She was weaker than a true Original. But who wouldn't be, after not having used their powers in hundreds of thousands of years? Still, a small compartmentalized lightning storm rose above the building she was atop of. Luciana rose into the air, eyes shimmering with darkness and lightning white.
She didn't mean to, really. She only meant to get rid of her attackers then head to the storm as quickly as possible. But..she had misjudged the capacity of the storm to use her as much as she used it, and soon lost herself in it. Above the building, the storm raged and grew, lightning striking indiscriminately, thunder booming, and rain pouring down.
*looks at Leon and Witch* Umm. Yeaaaaah...*Backs away slowly.* If you see an orbital nuke strike coming here, just ignore that. Totally natural and not at all meant to kill you!
Fallenreaper said
Second to last Reminder for all Blood Players:Any last minute interactions should be done and completed by tomorrow, (Namely collabs) or at least wrapping up for the events. Mainly cause we're moving into the Magic demos next so if you don't get a chance to interact with someone then for it to have happened during the massive time skip (6 month long which will bring us to Winter) by poking the PC owner and talking about how it happened. :p
Sounds like a plan.
Seems legit.
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