Idk about you guys, but I'm actually scared.
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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.
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No shoes no shirt and I still get service WHY?!
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God told me, I've already got the life.....
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Yeah sure makarov. Have fun storming the castle.
Alright. Thanks Silent. Have a wonderful time and congrats.
I love this little spat in the Soldier camp right now.
I love this little spat in the Soldier camp right now.
Chakan lifted her head, a blue unreal light growing in her skull's eye sockets. Had the voice been true, or had it only been a delusion cast by her unending fantasies of reaching eternal rest? "Who speaks?" She asked in a dry, crackling voice, yet she knew the answer. It was indeed a messenger of the dark lord. If it was indeed a true offer, and not some sadistic tease, she might lay down her pride. Not even that would stop her from accepting the peace of death. How desperate was she? How long had it been? Chakan gripped the arm of the throne with her clawed hand in irritation. How she hated to come to him, but of all offers to make, all words she could hear, this one she could not resist. Her old bones stirred and she stood from her seat. "You have my attention." She began, and picked up her swords. Slowly, Chakan began to walk. She'd leave the decrepit castle and make her way toward one of Darko's sealed portals to the underworld. No matter what hydra or wraith stood guard, she would furiously dispatch it.
@thewizardguy
Mithias blinked and peeled himself off the ground. Bit of rubble fell off him, and he realized, he felt different. Not just different in that he had been blown up again, but different as if his being had been altered, there was an emptiness. A warm part of him was missing. Shaking his head he tried to get up. Things were still a little foggy. He noticed his wings were gone, he couldn't summon the dimension-blade, and the wounds on his body were still there. Fortunately, his vampire body was still somewhat durable, but his healing was far slower than it had been. He was his normal self, alone. "Tsukune." Mithias whispered sadly, mourning the loss of his beloved friend.
Seconds went by, and Mithias saw that Bob had not decided to finish blowing him up, so he looked over at Alucard. His evil twin looked to be in a similar state, certainly taken down a couple of notches. Strangely, it was nice to see Alucard looking more like Mithias than an unrecognizable and stinky monster. Surely, even Alucard would feel the same sense of loss and grief that Mithias did. Hopefully, Mithias' alternate self would still have some degree of a heart. Maybe there was a chance that Alucard would come back to his senses.
Mithias wondered how pissed off Bob was. "Bob? Please don't kill him."
Mithias blinked and peeled himself off the ground. Bit of rubble fell off him, and he realized, he felt different. Not just different in that he had been blown up again, but different as if his being had been altered, there was an emptiness. A warm part of him was missing. Shaking his head he tried to get up. Things were still a little foggy. He noticed his wings were gone, he couldn't summon the dimension-blade, and the wounds on his body were still there. Fortunately, his vampire body was still somewhat durable, but his healing was far slower than it had been. He was his normal self, alone. "Tsukune." Mithias whispered sadly, mourning the loss of his beloved friend.
Seconds went by, and Mithias saw that Bob had not decided to finish blowing him up, so he looked over at Alucard. His evil twin looked to be in a similar state, certainly taken down a couple of notches. Strangely, it was nice to see Alucard looking more like Mithias than an unrecognizable and stinky monster. Surely, even Alucard would feel the same sense of loss and grief that Mithias did. Hopefully, Mithias' alternate self would still have some degree of a heart. Maybe there was a chance that Alucard would come back to his senses.
Mithias wondered how pissed off Bob was. "Bob? Please don't kill him."
Gosh. I just realized, I never officially stated exactly when SOLDIER was made. Originally it had been around "for hundreds of years," but that was honestly ridiculous. I suppose I could say it started in the modern era under the official name "SOLDIER." Perhaps early 1900's somewhere?
Wow. Hank's really lost it.
Eternity was even longer when you spent it languishing.
In the dark of night, nothing moved inside the abandoned stone halls of a relic castle on a hill. The whole area had fallen to woodlands, and here, sitting on a cold stone throne, Chakan tried to sleep. She waited, brooding, as time ticked by, refusing to let go of her hatred. She had been tricked by the god of death, and could do nothing about it. Of course she refused to believe any fault had been hers. Still, brooding and refusing him gained her nothing. She had to serve him, but she'd sooner kill Darko if she could.
Dust had gathered all around her, her armor tarnished but still quite effective. Would there never be company that could bear her undead countenance?
In the dark of night, nothing moved inside the abandoned stone halls of a relic castle on a hill. The whole area had fallen to woodlands, and here, sitting on a cold stone throne, Chakan tried to sleep. She waited, brooding, as time ticked by, refusing to let go of her hatred. She had been tricked by the god of death, and could do nothing about it. Of course she refused to believe any fault had been hers. Still, brooding and refusing him gained her nothing. She had to serve him, but she'd sooner kill Darko if she could.
Dust had gathered all around her, her armor tarnished but still quite effective. Would there never be company that could bear her undead countenance?
Eh ok. it's not a big post, but it opens the door for some interaction.
X, we're kicking the shit out of your dudes. Do stuff.
X, we're kicking the shit out of your dudes. Do stuff.
Sekaula's laughter was a frightening sound indeed. It rippled the pool of blood as she swirled around it, causing the images to fade and was the last sound heard by anyone listening on the other side. "Darko. This will be a slaughter worthy of my presence. I will leech the blood from the soil and make it fall from the sky upon our warriors. Then they will know I am near." With that, the goddess herself began to melt, transforming back into rushing liquid that ran into the cracks and up walls most unnaturally. She enjoyed watching.
The southern town could not have been prepared for the wrath of two gods that fell upon them. Vampires and undead horrors began attacking under cover of divine darkness, lead by Sekaula's ever-thirsty werewolf champion atop his fearsome steed. As the bodies began to fall, a gentle rumble rolled in the clouds above. If anyone had been able to see it, the rain was red.
The tomes of darkness and light were in the temple of X. Dyleon would know the priests of the Keeper would be his targets.
The southern town could not have been prepared for the wrath of two gods that fell upon them. Vampires and undead horrors began attacking under cover of divine darkness, lead by Sekaula's ever-thirsty werewolf champion atop his fearsome steed. As the bodies began to fall, a gentle rumble rolled in the clouds above. If anyone had been able to see it, the rain was red.
The tomes of darkness and light were in the temple of X. Dyleon would know the priests of the Keeper would be his targets.
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