bbl must hit the pavement while the sun is still up...
...vampires ya know.
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STATUS: I may not come back. It was nice playing with you all. I wish you all good lives. 6 yrs ago
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I may not come back. It was nice playing with you all. I wish you all good lives.
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The fires of hell did not kill me.
9 yrs ago
No shoes no shirt and I still get service WHY?!
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9 yrs ago
God told me, I've already got the life.....
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A magical shield suddenly appears on Eclipse's arm. A sword and sun symbol covers the front of it. Even though he hides behind it against the oncoming clonefire from the front, a nearly invisible sphere of energy flickers around him as bullets/er whatever are deflected 360 degrees around. "What is this curse?" He says as he feels his magic weakening. Suddenly, the loud crash of a meteor startles him, and he takes to the air once again. His sword glows with light as he readies his next attack.
"A false god then. Very well. I know how to deal with such." As the others vanish, Eclipse bears down on the clones. In a blaze of light, he dives down to the ground, creating a forcewave as he lands in the middle of the clones, knocking them flying all around. "Mindless minions, you will be wiped from this land like the scourge you are. False god, show yourself!"
(oh gee, thanks. Now who do I rp with?)
Tyki said
might i suggest keeping him uncut?... it's a personal stance on the matter...
I just want to say I feel very strongly that he should be neutered. I know it's an owners decision, but there are so many more reasons to neuter even just speaking for the good of the animal, than not.
(are we in a wheat field?)
Eclipse flitters in place for a moment, looking back on the planet, obviously confused. "I see. What you say is true then." He bows his head a moment, bringing his sword in front of himself. he whispers some words of prayer. Returning to the conversation, "The goddess has given me no instruction on how to deal with these clones. Perhaps it would be unjust for me to intervene." He turns to Darkside. "What is the source of their corruption?"
I live.
The angel hovers and turns to Darkside. "Demons 'stopping' a genocide? Such a thing would never occur." Eclipse points his blade at him and distances himself defensively. "I will not be deterred by your tricks, shade. Begone, or I will send you too where all darkness belongs."
Twin swords resting with him at his sides, a flap of his coat and much of his long hair hanging off one side of the table, Mithias lay still. He was pale as a ghost, which was more pale than usual. Slightly ashen lips parted as he drew breath, the tips of white fangs barely visiable as his chest rose and fell gently.
Mithias awoke to find warm, bright white light shining over him, blinding his sight as he tried to gather his senses. The light was painless and comfortably numbing. He laid there, wanting to stay at peace, but found it escaping him with each pasing moment. He knew who he was, and what he was, and if he thought about it hard enough, he could recall a fierce battle from ages ago that had left him 'injured' somehow... there had been great flames. At his first attempt to move, Mithias discovered he was bound. Even leather, when thick enough, could be unbelievably strong, and he was already weakened. Perhaps in time, he could eventually break free through the straps, but as of yet, he did not try. There was so much more information to be gathered. Tilting his head to one side, Mithias could make out a tray of surgical instruments... some of them pretty hefty. The smell of sweat, blood, and fear filled this room. The vampire's carnal instincts spoke their approval, awakening him further. The thirst whispered in his every cell, coyly threatening the absolute dominance it could assert if he dared attempt to ignore it. A whimpering sound reached his ears, and he blinked, clearing his vision. He clenched his fists, briefly straining against the straps, then relaxed. It was all he could muster for the moment. This was the laboratory... Jack's laboratory! Wasn't it? Mithia's fought to piece together the shards of his memory, moderately concerned that he should be bound to an experimentation table. Yes, there had been a battle of some kind, but for the life of him, he couldn't explain how he had gotten here. Nor did he know how long it had been since his last memories. It could have been eons since then. He could have been awakening on some spacecraft in a world completely different from his own.
As his mind and body healed, Mithais turned his consciousness on his immediate surroundings. Not being able to make out who or what was in the room with him, he uttered his question aloud. "What has happened?"
Mithias awoke to find warm, bright white light shining over him, blinding his sight as he tried to gather his senses. The light was painless and comfortably numbing. He laid there, wanting to stay at peace, but found it escaping him with each pasing moment. He knew who he was, and what he was, and if he thought about it hard enough, he could recall a fierce battle from ages ago that had left him 'injured' somehow... there had been great flames. At his first attempt to move, Mithias discovered he was bound. Even leather, when thick enough, could be unbelievably strong, and he was already weakened. Perhaps in time, he could eventually break free through the straps, but as of yet, he did not try. There was so much more information to be gathered. Tilting his head to one side, Mithias could make out a tray of surgical instruments... some of them pretty hefty. The smell of sweat, blood, and fear filled this room. The vampire's carnal instincts spoke their approval, awakening him further. The thirst whispered in his every cell, coyly threatening the absolute dominance it could assert if he dared attempt to ignore it. A whimpering sound reached his ears, and he blinked, clearing his vision. He clenched his fists, briefly straining against the straps, then relaxed. It was all he could muster for the moment. This was the laboratory... Jack's laboratory! Wasn't it? Mithia's fought to piece together the shards of his memory, moderately concerned that he should be bound to an experimentation table. Yes, there had been a battle of some kind, but for the life of him, he couldn't explain how he had gotten here. Nor did he know how long it had been since his last memories. It could have been eons since then. He could have been awakening on some spacecraft in a world completely different from his own.
As his mind and body healed, Mithais turned his consciousness on his immediate surroundings. Not being able to make out who or what was in the room with him, he uttered his question aloud. "What has happened?"
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