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Post by Jukebox on Mar 29, 2007 22:34:23 GMT -5
"Well, what could you possibly gain for yourself by killing innocent people? Amusement? I see no other gain. And if it brings you pleasure, I wonder at the life you must lead." the jetsam responded, keeping his mismatched gaze on the faerie. "But there's more to life than death, and even that isn't always the best to bring to others."
((AHHH!! Shallo's losing his evil-ness *dies*. My amazing heartless magician went soft on me T.T))
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Post by Kiweh on Mar 30, 2007 6:38:46 GMT -5
((this happened before y'all started talking))
Azura had screamed when the xweetok first grabbed her, not expecting the sudden attack figuring the xweetok was still back around the other scene where Strips was. She struggled in mid-air as the hand squeezed harder on her throat, preventing any air that might seep through to her lungs. After a few moments of useless defence, she started feeling dizzy, no longer struggling as much.... And then she was dropped, seeming to fall forever before she hit the ground unconscious.
((ok y'all can continue on ^^ Sorry I was a little late with my post....))
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Post by Lilium on Apr 8, 2007 1:02:18 GMT -5
She scowled, then laughed bitterly. "I have been awake for too long, fool," she snapped. "By now I should have slayed nearly enough to slay the being sleeping restlessly within my soul. For the past many moons, I have quieted her down to a nice level. But I want her out." She smirked. "This is my body now. She has no control anymore."
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Post by Jukebox on Apr 8, 2007 9:10:15 GMT -5
At first only a slightly confused look rested on the jetsam's face. But the sorcerer was able to make educated guesses. He leaned on his staff, looking up at the xweetok.
"I'm getting the idea that you're possesed. Am i correct in that assumption?" He asked, his head cocked a little as he watched the xweetok
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Post by Lilium on Apr 8, 2007 10:20:50 GMT -5
"I suppose you could say that," she said, looking boredly at her nails. "But it wouldn't be entirely accurate."
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Post by Jukebox on Apr 9, 2007 23:48:05 GMT -5
She had sparked his curiosity. A New kind of magic was just what he searched for. His eyes flicked with challenge.
"Ah, but do explain, my dear," he coaxed, his mind filled with thought of his own ability at this moment in time.
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Post by Lilium on Apr 10, 2007 15:33:30 GMT -5
"Ah, but that would not be the wise thing for me to do, now, would it?" she questioned him. A bloody handprint appeared on the clothing of Shallo's upper arm. She knew that she needed only to think it and his head would twist off. But instead, she turned and walked away, saying, "I'm bored of you all anyway. I'm in a merciful mood." She twirled into the wind, vanishing from sight.
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Post by Jukebox on Apr 10, 2007 23:18:30 GMT -5
A frown followed her disappearance, and at first the jetsam didn't even notice the blood on his cloak. But before long it was the smell that gave it away. He looked down, snarling but not touching the liquid stain. Against the black of the fabric it was almost invisible.
The sorcerer bent down, checking to make sure the girl was alright. Now he noticed the bloody handprint she too bore, but did nothing more to that either. He looked about for her darigan friend, and not seeing him, called out.
"Kougra, get back here," he hollered in the direction Stripes had taken.
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Post by Lilium on May 22, 2007 22:27:09 GMT -5
She appeared again in a dark alleyway, clutching her head in her hands. "Crap," she mumbled, "she's trying to get out. I better hope I don't hit my head on anything."
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Post by Kiweh on May 23, 2007 6:38:08 GMT -5
((-Azura is unconscious-))
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Post by crazywolf on Jun 10, 2007 22:34:35 GMT -5
A muscler werelupe sat on the pavement against a bent up trash can, sleeping , in the darkened ally that the xweetok had appered. He wore a black, unbuttoned leather coat, a dark red tanktop, blue jeans, black fingerless gloves and black Lupe boots with a single spur on the left boot.
He had a neckalace around his neck, that appered to be minitare saw-blade with a wooden handle. His hair brown hair was long, nearly covering his face. He had blue rune marks all over his body, manly on the place where his vains were supposed to be present.
The back of his neck reveled a burned on brand that had a werelupe in chains, maybe suggesting he was in some kind of slavery.
His eyes were closed for the moment, but underneth his lids were deep red eyes, only white pipils were the abstract color. A backpack also was on his back, containing books, money, letters, and basic supples..
He is now awoken, hearing a voice nearby, but he did not turn his voice to see the source, but instead he looks at the brick wall, wondering what in the world is happening.. A slight dark arua could be felt, but he was not evil, only bloodlust for revenge was the source of the unpleasentness..
(( I will post a history Doc. For Jack, just at the moment I am going to leave the last sentence as it is.. Sorry if its kinda bad..))
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Post by petdr89 on Jun 13, 2007 14:21:28 GMT -5
One of Strips's ears bent backward and a small growl escaped from his jaws. He stood and began heading back toward Azura and the jetsam, giving one last look over his shoulder at the young boy.
"My name's not "kougra", and you're not my superior officer......... What do you want?" He hissed, too aggravated to notice much of anything. But then it caught his eyes, Azura laying on the ground, and he quickly forgot all about the jetsam. "What the hell happened here?" He asked as he rushed to her side.
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Post by Jukebox on Jun 13, 2007 17:37:11 GMT -5
"Strips, then. You're friend here was attacked by some faerie xweetok. Blood thirsty bugger who seems to be possessed somehow, or something along those lines." He shrugged, the smell of blood from his shoulder starting to irritate him. He considered removing his cloak, but decided against it. Rings jangled as he moved shifted out of the darigan's way, and his staff started glowly a slightly brighter blue, the easiest source of light he could manage using a tiny bit of magic. He had a feeling he'd need it with the xweetok around.
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Post by petdr89 on Jun 16, 2007 10:38:59 GMT -5
"Blood thirsty bugger...." Strips repeated under his breath, a confused yet amused expression on his face. He bent down beside Azura and cradled her head in his hand. 'What is with people and passing out?' He asked himself, though this was hardly the time to be contemplating such things. He looked back up at the jetsam, annoyed that he wasn't doing anything. "You’re a sorcerer, right? Can't you do anything to help her?"
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Post by Jukebox on Jul 4, 2007 12:55:56 GMT -5
"If I hadn't had to heal tht bite of yours already, I might have been able to." The jetsam replied, reaching over to look at her throat. He leaned back again, looking through his pockets anyway. Finding nothing of much use, only some spare rings for trapping magic, he got up, leaning heavily on his staff.
"Wonder where that girl got off to..." he thought aloud, casting a glance around the dark city. The blue light of his staff had his white stripe almost glowing in the darkness, antone wanting to find him could do so in an instant.
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