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Kuro@DeadlyEssence You can post if you'd like, it's been a while since you've posted because of the way things are going in the rp. i don't think it really makes a difference if you post first or he does.
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What if, I kidnap The Great Lithfangel? And THEN we have a fight to the death?
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I need a roleplay that will make me /feel/ shiz. like something that will make me angry and/or sad af. need some good writing/story
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Cira, I miss you...
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I'm tired, who else is tired ?
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I just remembered I forgot to add the part where my character is like WTF at the end. But I wanted to leave room for you guys to do stuff with your characters sooo yea.
yes, there is always time for sleep n_n
Finally posted. I struggled real bad with this one. Sorry guys
"I do not have any money to pay for the damage I have done." The poor man admitted in what seemed to Phoenix like defeat. He got onto his knees and surrendered. Phoenix knew there was something gone on here that he had missed and he couldn't stand and watch this man, although guilty, go to jail for something so small. There had to be something the mage could do to help the man. He thought and thought hard, whilst the officers were getting ready to put the man in shackles and drag him away. At last an idea came to Phoenix and he was ashamed he hadn't thought of it before. "Excuse me, officers and blacksmith, I believe I have a solution." With a smirk the mage swiped the pieces of shield from the ground and carefully removed the other half of the shield from the arms of the blacksmith. "Don't worry sir, I'll get this right back to you."
There had once been a time where Phoenix studied alchemy constantly. He had learned from some of the best but never quite got the hang of it and decided to stick to his card magic and sword fighting. But this seemed like the perfect solution to the problem they were having. He had no doubts in his mind that he could fix the shield it was just a matter of drawing a perfect circle, which was about the hardest part.
Phoenix pulled a piece of chalk from his pocket and began drawing a circle on the ground just big enough for the shield to fit in. He drew lines in the circle to form a neatly drawn up transmutation circle. "Now just place the pieces here." Gently he laid down the pieces of the shield in the circle. "This is gonna be great!!" It had been some time since he had done alchemy, even basic alchemy, but he knew he could do it. Unlike real alchemists, the mage used his cards instead of his hands. Dramatically, he removed a card from one of his pouches after replacing his chalk. He held the card up in the air for a moment before shouting, "exsercio!" The word echoed in all of the by standers ears as he threw down the card on top of the shield. There was a flash of light in the center of the circle and suddenly the shield was repaired like new. "There, all better."
He picked up the shield and returned it to whom he knew to be the rightful owner, the blacksmith. "Now, officers, if you don't mind, I think this man should be let free since all has been mended. What do you say gentlemen?" His face was smiley, he held an air of confidence that no one else around him seemed to have, the young man obviously didn't belong there but he was glad he showed up there when he did.
His breathing was heavy, his heart raced in his ears. It didn't bother him much, he had made it. Moments ago, the aged thief had made his way into the museum and stolen the Heart Stones. The main source of magic in the all the realms. The man was getting a large sum of money for this job and wasn't going to screw it up now. At last, he was nearing the edge of the forest in Irakix and wanted nothing more than to get rid of the stones so that he could get his money. He ran and continued to run even as the bell sounded behind him in the city, there was no stopping him now. So you've brought me what I've asked for then? There was a voice inside of the thief's head that wasn't his own. It was the mage, the powerful man who had hired him. But he was no where in sight.
"H-hello?" The man skidded to a halt and looked around, his breathing labored for he had been running for a long distance. "Where are you, sir?" He asked the empty sky. A man floated down from the sky out of no where to hover before the thief.
"You must have the stones or else the would not be sounding. Where are they?" The mage demanded, his voice only slightly muffled from the material that covered the lower half of his face. "Yes, yes of course! It was far too easy, sir, now about the money..." Holding out the the black velvet bag full of all the Heart Stones, the thief held out his other hand to receive his payment. "Ah yes. you're payment." The mage stuck out his hand palm toward the thief and then closed it into a fist. The velvet bag disappeared and the man's glowing eyes seemed to show satisfaction. His fist glowed and when he opened his palm again a ball of green energy flew toward the thief.
"What... no!!" He ran for his life but when the ball hit him square in the back he turned to dust.
His power was great, he had nothing to fear; his power would only grow now that he had the Heart Stones. From a short distance away he heard someone talking, it was the voice of a young girl. He snapped his head in the direction the girl was coming from, had she seen the whole thing? With the girl was an undead rabbit, she must have been a necromancer. "There must be no witnesses." He shouted toward her in what seemed like rage. Once again, he threw his arm out and then too the side in a horizontal motion. A great wave of energy flew toward her and if she didn't dodge would possibly kill her. The mage didn't wait to see if it finished her off, he disappeared in a puff of black smoke and all was silent again save for the sound of the emergency bell in the distance.
There had once been a time where Phoenix studied alchemy constantly. He had learned from some of the best but never quite got the hang of it and decided to stick to his card magic and sword fighting. But this seemed like the perfect solution to the problem they were having. He had no doubts in his mind that he could fix the shield it was just a matter of drawing a perfect circle, which was about the hardest part.
Phoenix pulled a piece of chalk from his pocket and began drawing a circle on the ground just big enough for the shield to fit in. He drew lines in the circle to form a neatly drawn up transmutation circle. "Now just place the pieces here." Gently he laid down the pieces of the shield in the circle. "This is gonna be great!!" It had been some time since he had done alchemy, even basic alchemy, but he knew he could do it. Unlike real alchemists, the mage used his cards instead of his hands. Dramatically, he removed a card from one of his pouches after replacing his chalk. He held the card up in the air for a moment before shouting, "exsercio!" The word echoed in all of the by standers ears as he threw down the card on top of the shield. There was a flash of light in the center of the circle and suddenly the shield was repaired like new. "There, all better."
He picked up the shield and returned it to whom he knew to be the rightful owner, the blacksmith. "Now, officers, if you don't mind, I think this man should be let free since all has been mended. What do you say gentlemen?" His face was smiley, he held an air of confidence that no one else around him seemed to have, the young man obviously didn't belong there but he was glad he showed up there when he did.
His breathing was heavy, his heart raced in his ears. It didn't bother him much, he had made it. Moments ago, the aged thief had made his way into the museum and stolen the Heart Stones. The main source of magic in the all the realms. The man was getting a large sum of money for this job and wasn't going to screw it up now. At last, he was nearing the edge of the forest in Irakix and wanted nothing more than to get rid of the stones so that he could get his money. He ran and continued to run even as the bell sounded behind him in the city, there was no stopping him now. So you've brought me what I've asked for then? There was a voice inside of the thief's head that wasn't his own. It was the mage, the powerful man who had hired him. But he was no where in sight.
"H-hello?" The man skidded to a halt and looked around, his breathing labored for he had been running for a long distance. "Where are you, sir?" He asked the empty sky. A man floated down from the sky out of no where to hover before the thief.
"You must have the stones or else the would not be sounding. Where are they?" The mage demanded, his voice only slightly muffled from the material that covered the lower half of his face. "Yes, yes of course! It was far too easy, sir, now about the money..." Holding out the the black velvet bag full of all the Heart Stones, the thief held out his other hand to receive his payment. "Ah yes. you're payment." The mage stuck out his hand palm toward the thief and then closed it into a fist. The velvet bag disappeared and the man's glowing eyes seemed to show satisfaction. His fist glowed and when he opened his palm again a ball of green energy flew toward the thief.
"What... no!!" He ran for his life but when the ball hit him square in the back he turned to dust.
His power was great, he had nothing to fear; his power would only grow now that he had the Heart Stones. From a short distance away he heard someone talking, it was the voice of a young girl. He snapped his head in the direction the girl was coming from, had she seen the whole thing? With the girl was an undead rabbit, she must have been a necromancer. "There must be no witnesses." He shouted toward her in what seemed like rage. Once again, he threw his arm out and then too the side in a horizontal motion. A great wave of energy flew toward her and if she didn't dodge would possibly kill her. The mage didn't wait to see if it finished her off, he disappeared in a puff of black smoke and all was silent again save for the sound of the emergency bell in the distance.
epic! Now we just have to see if we can get a few more people. If not, I'll start the IC in a day or so. Thanks for your CSs you guys they look great!
Sorry Deadly!! I'm working on my post now I promise!!
Oi sorry I haven't posted yet. I'm tired. Zzz
The water was cold as it rushed over her body. It was just the way she liked it. Not frigid but not warm either. Sarina allowed the coolness to flow over her in the shower. It felt so good on her aching body. She had taken quite a beating from the demons and few exorcists she fought. The demons fought to kill, the exorcists not so much. But they still wanted to bring her in, so she had to take them out. Her fingers ran through her blood splattered hair. The black blood dripped off of her as the water diluted it, the watered down blood splashed across the whiteness of the tub.
It hurt when it touched her face for she had been whacked pretty hard by a massive demon arm at one point, but at the same time it soothed the rest of her wounds. “Mm…” Tears streamed down Sarina’s cheeks and it agitated her to no end. Although hardened by all of her experiences, there was still a young girl inside of Sarina that wanted so desperately for things to return to the way they were before everything. Before the change of Liam, before his capture, before they even ran away in the first place. He was haunted before yes, but things were so much easier back then. Liam was safer then…
However, it no longer bothered her that she had to fight demons every night. Before it was to find Liam. She would interrogate whoever she could find lurking in the night, whoever else was searching for Liam. But now, her purpose was to protect him. Whoever came close to the hotel was destroyed, if it happened to be an exorcist they were merely beaten, not killed. The young girl refused to kill an exorcist because they were on the more just side of things. Even if it was their fault Liam was imprisoned in the first place.
Sarina brought her hands to her face and covered her eyes. “What have I gotten myself into…” Was a question she often asked herself. It didn’t really matter anymore. She was a stone cold veteran, sworn to protect her best friend no matter what. As she was deep in thought the girl was scrubbing her body with her luffa that she had received from Jay a while back. He was always thinking of her and ever since she’d been coming home covered in blood it had been useful to her.
Outside the door there was a soft voice, “I’m running to the store for some food, Liam is still sleeping so I’ll be right back.” It was the voice of her good friend and partner, Jay.
“Alright.” She responded in an equally quiet town, just loud enough for him to hear her over the shower. “Hurry back.” Now that she had finished cleaning the blood off of her body she could focus on cleansing her hair. With her shampoo and conditioner combined into one bottle she washed her hair slowly, continuing to think on things.
Would Liam ever be able to stand or to move again… to speak again? Would he ever be able to communicate to her with more than just a few blinks? These thoughts consumed her and more tears went down her cheeks. Stop crying!! She scolded herself in the back of her mind. At last she finished lathering and rinsing her hair and got out of the shower. Immediately she wrapped a clean towel around herself and headed out the door. “Jay, you better have returned, you said you’d be right…” Her voice trailed off as she saw something she was not expecting. There, standing before the mirror above the sink, was Liam.
“Liam??” Without hesitation she ran into the back room to throw on grey sweatpants and an old, faded black t-shirt. After which she emerged from the back to stand across the room from Liam. “What are you doing out of bed? I thought you couldn’t move…?” Her eyes were wide and filled with tears of joy, water dripped down her back from her wet blonde hair which caused her to shiver a little. She was overwhelmed with emotion, mostly the joy of seeing him on his feet again. Sarina had been right, Liam was rather tall, at one point they had been the same height. “Does this mean… you can talk to me?” By now she was taking steps toward him until she was just a foot away from him. “Please say yes…”
It hurt when it touched her face for she had been whacked pretty hard by a massive demon arm at one point, but at the same time it soothed the rest of her wounds. “Mm…” Tears streamed down Sarina’s cheeks and it agitated her to no end. Although hardened by all of her experiences, there was still a young girl inside of Sarina that wanted so desperately for things to return to the way they were before everything. Before the change of Liam, before his capture, before they even ran away in the first place. He was haunted before yes, but things were so much easier back then. Liam was safer then…
However, it no longer bothered her that she had to fight demons every night. Before it was to find Liam. She would interrogate whoever she could find lurking in the night, whoever else was searching for Liam. But now, her purpose was to protect him. Whoever came close to the hotel was destroyed, if it happened to be an exorcist they were merely beaten, not killed. The young girl refused to kill an exorcist because they were on the more just side of things. Even if it was their fault Liam was imprisoned in the first place.
Sarina brought her hands to her face and covered her eyes. “What have I gotten myself into…” Was a question she often asked herself. It didn’t really matter anymore. She was a stone cold veteran, sworn to protect her best friend no matter what. As she was deep in thought the girl was scrubbing her body with her luffa that she had received from Jay a while back. He was always thinking of her and ever since she’d been coming home covered in blood it had been useful to her.
Outside the door there was a soft voice, “I’m running to the store for some food, Liam is still sleeping so I’ll be right back.” It was the voice of her good friend and partner, Jay.
“Alright.” She responded in an equally quiet town, just loud enough for him to hear her over the shower. “Hurry back.” Now that she had finished cleaning the blood off of her body she could focus on cleansing her hair. With her shampoo and conditioner combined into one bottle she washed her hair slowly, continuing to think on things.
Would Liam ever be able to stand or to move again… to speak again? Would he ever be able to communicate to her with more than just a few blinks? These thoughts consumed her and more tears went down her cheeks. Stop crying!! She scolded herself in the back of her mind. At last she finished lathering and rinsing her hair and got out of the shower. Immediately she wrapped a clean towel around herself and headed out the door. “Jay, you better have returned, you said you’d be right…” Her voice trailed off as she saw something she was not expecting. There, standing before the mirror above the sink, was Liam.
“Liam??” Without hesitation she ran into the back room to throw on grey sweatpants and an old, faded black t-shirt. After which she emerged from the back to stand across the room from Liam. “What are you doing out of bed? I thought you couldn’t move…?” Her eyes were wide and filled with tears of joy, water dripped down her back from her wet blonde hair which caused her to shiver a little. She was overwhelmed with emotion, mostly the joy of seeing him on his feet again. Sarina had been right, Liam was rather tall, at one point they had been the same height. “Does this mean… you can talk to me?” By now she was taking steps toward him until she was just a foot away from him. “Please say yes…”
Alright well I'll post tomorrow morning. Which is in about 12 hours for me since it's 9:20 now
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