GuyYouWishYouDidntKnow said
I feel like a timeskip might be in order. Say, a day or two? I was also thinking of having a witch's assembly happen.
Akihisa Yoshii said
"Yes, he went with some angel to some fellow who's name I can't remember." Creed shrugs. "Sorry, doesn't seem like I can help you."
Akihisa Yoshii said
"That one fellow who used the shadows, I assume?" Creed asks, missing Darkside's comment on Clarent.
Wraithblade6 said
Eclipse parries and blocks each blow, but each one lands hard, pushing him backwards. He waits for an opportunity to strike... Finally! Michale suddenly meets with a shield-bash to the face.
Akihisa Yoshii said
"Well Leon, do you happen to have a reason being here, if I might ask?" Creed wondered, not at all demanding or suspicious, simply a curious question from a curious man.
Akihisa Yoshii said
Creed didn't jump at the man's appearance, and turned to him. "Nah, they're just talking. Nice to meetcha, my name's Creed." Creed greeted the man like any other, but his eyes analyzed him, sizing him up, seeing if he'd be a good fight in the event that happens. He did smile, though the gesture never reached his eyes. Those mad, mad eyes.
Akihisa Yoshii said
Creed watched silently as these events unfolded before him. After the angel and the other man, he didn't really care to remember his name if it was even spoken, left he looked at Darkside and the other fellow, waiting patiently as they chatted. He would be a lot more impatient, but the being with the stench of evil had promised him he'd be able to kill something soon. For that, Clarent's hunger for blood calmed somewhat and he was able to be patient. Clarent. The Sword of Fire, that hungered for destruction. Visions once more flooded him as he noticed the blade, opening the door he kept close, holding visions of the previous users. Mars Ultor, whom the Romans or Greeks (like hell if he could remember which, maybe it was both, he shrugged) revered as a god of war. He was quite simply a man. A man, who slaughtered thousands and had his mind forever warped by the blade now in Creed's hands.There were others, figures of legend, praised for their prowess in combat, who's minds had fallen to the sword, as they were twisted and warped. Clarent pulsed with a lust to be coated in blood, and glowed with the light that it had stolen from it's users, corrupting them to the very core. And in battle, it burned with the hatred of thousands of men, hell bent on slaughtering all who stood in their way. Truly, in battle, Clarent was a blade like no other. So far, it had only ever been taking advantage of those that had used it. It had a faint respect for those who could wield him, but little more, and he tossed one user away in exchange for a new one often without complaint. Creed had been different. He had been corrupted from the very start, and had accepted Clarent without fighting it's evil presence. Clarent had been intrigued by this new development, as none had been so quick to accept him, and even be able to keep their minds, though he later learned Creed had long lost his before they met. The two beings had quickly forged a friendship bound in blood and gore and fire, a friendship that couldn't be broken. Creed smiled, a fond yet malicious smile. Yes, Clarent was his instrument of destruction... but it was also his best friend.
Wraithblade6 said
Eclipse clears his throat.
supertinyking said
"I'd move that hand, before you lose it." Darkside growls, his voice getting quite hostile. Oddly, he seems to have gone from a jolly evil, to murder in under a few seconds.