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Post by Jukebox on Feb 12, 2008 17:46:22 GMT -5
((Everyone's making me want to add someone XD.))
Shallo considered her closely for a while. She did have some helpful powers, and judging by the state of her before she could use somewhere more stable to be in right now. And she had sided with him before, though thinking about it that probably was as much a reason to ditch her as keep her. He frowned as he considered, but eventually spoke up, walking back to the main room.
"I'll probably be heading to the rebel base next. If you really want to follow me aroud then that's fine." he said, rearranging everything in the room and grabbing a tin from the chest. Once opened it turned out to be full of black paint, which he began reapplying to his skin, blocking out the tell-tale markings that anyone familiar to him would recognize.
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Post by petdr89 on Feb 13, 2008 12:24:21 GMT -5
((lol, go ahead, the more the merrier. ^^))
With gridded eyes locked onto his destination, Caster replied with a quick answer. “Approximately thirty minutes and twenty-six seconds.” The sound of a radio drifted into the robot’s range of hearing, and with a quick scan of the lifesigns around him, he knew who it was. Still, he didn’t pay much attention to the bori; Rasi was out doing his job, and he thought it better not to disturb him.
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A quiet snort escaped Abby at the half-compliment to her name. “I suppose,” she replied, tail swishing behind her. She wasn’t convinced the girl was being sincere, and therefore wasn’t sure what to say in response. She rather liked her name. “And you’re not the only pet belonging to the Dark Faerie, but if you’d prefer me to call you ‘The Dark One’ I’ll comply. It matters not to me what you’re name is, only that you’re on our side. In the morning, there will be a meeting to plan our next attack. I suggest getting a good night’s rest, and don’t be late.”
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Post by petdr89 on Feb 14, 2008 12:23:30 GMT -5
Trudging, trudging, trudging. The mark of pride, as it was once put. That’s what he was doing, though hardly prideful he would call it. But, in the middle of a scorching wasteland, there wasn’t a whole lot more a Darigan kougra could do. Strips was still walking through the Lost Desert, had been for hours, and probably would be for hours more. His thoughts had become consumed by the mesmerizing sand caressing his feet, and none too many more thoughts entered his mind.
Impending doom fast approached him; hiding behind a desert cactus stalked an acara male. A knife clutched tightly in the boy’s fingers; leaping from his cover, he ran toward Strips in full force.
A fatal flaw had been made in the young soldier’s plan, however; by running full speed ahead, his feet made far too much noise as it disturbed the sand. Strips whirled around right as the acara was plunging his dagger toward the chest of its target; he caught the boy’s wrist in his left hand, while simultaneously drilling him across the jaw with his right fist.
The acara was knocked back slightly, but was then pulled toward the Darigan again by his captured wrist. In the next instant, the Darigan had his strong arm wrapped around his throat.
“What do you want?” Strips growled and squeezed harder on the boy’s throat.
“Y-you’re a Darigan. It’s my duty to kill you, t-to protect the rebels!” But in spite of his thrashing, he couldn’t break free of the monster’s grip.
“What rebels?” he hissed.
“Th-the ones on Terror Mountain. Pl-please don’t kill me!” He begged pathetically for his life.
Strips growled once again before throwing the boy on the ground. For a moment, it appeared he was going to show mercy on the boy, but in reality he was twirling around to attend another matter. A werelupe and servant of the Dark Faerie saw its opportunity as the two were fighting, and chose that instant to kill them both. But before he could wrap his jaws around either of them, Strips caught the werelupe’s throat between his fingers. While the wereluep was snapping and raving, Strips repositioned his hands around each piece of the werelupe’s muzzle, and ripped the two halves apart. Blood and brains spewed across the ground and sodden his hands. The lupe lay desecrated, dead on the ground, with skull torn in two.
“Y-you saved my life!” The acara proclaimed, rising to his feet.
Strips turned back around, glaring at the boy through pure red eyes. “Let’s get one thing straight.” Prying the dagger from the boy’s hand, he swiftly impaled him through the chest. “I didn’t do for you,” he growled. The boy dropped at his feet; he yanked the dagger back out, and secured it in the belt of his pants. Turning to leave, he now knew where he had to go; he had to find his way to Terror Mountain, and find out what the story was there.
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Post by zash on Feb 14, 2008 12:24:19 GMT -5
Zuri was awoken by a knock on his door. "Sir, we seem to have found some stragglers out in the snow. Caster is on his way back with them now.
Zuri sat up, "Uh, alright." He got up out of bed, he noticed Dreadnought there and made sure not to disturb him. He got up and went to the closet. "I'll be ready in a minute." He was used to having to get up at a moments notice. He went over and pulled out some somewhat formal clothes. He got a pair of black pants and a black shirt and sweatshirt. They kept it warmish in the base but not warm enough to lounge around in anything less. He got dressed and stepped out.
He entered the entrance room and sat down at a table and waited. A soldier came by and filled him in on all the whereabouts of the people and how long they would be. So he just waited for them there.
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Post by Jukebox on Feb 16, 2008 10:42:03 GMT -5
((Hm, I'm really tempted to bring in Omega, but whatever I do I don't want to overload the rebels anymore. He could probably be a guard on the citadel or something, but that would limit his movement..... Would Checkr or Abby be needing a bodyguard or anything?))
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Post by Kiweh on Feb 20, 2008 15:17:14 GMT -5
Dre smiled faintly, she was very happy to hear this but she didn't like that fact that she now had to reply on people in order for her survival... She was just lucky to get this far without starving or anything. "Do you need me to do anything?" She asked, watching him apply the paint and wondering if she should do anything as well... She had been siding with the Dark Faerie for a while and would be easily recognized by her....
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Post by Jukebox on Mar 2, 2008 17:06:56 GMT -5
Shallo glanced at her as he closed the lid to the paint and shook his head.
"No, I'll take care of everything." he said, placing the tin back in the chest and muttering a quick spell, waving his hand back towards himself. It would keep the paint from smearing or cracking, a nifty tool he'd dug up from the old sorcerers' journals. He finished packing everything away and shut the lid to the chest, makin sure it latched tightly.
He picked up his scarf, doning it quickly and tying it so it wouldn't come loose. "With the rebellion, I have an alias. I figured it'd be better, after the Devastation. They call me Marinus." he said as he grabbed his staff.
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Post by Kiweh on Mar 16, 2008 19:38:59 GMT -5
Dre thought for a while, the Dark Faerie knew her very well and others knew her too from when she worked. "Uh, do I need an alias and disguise too? I mean I worked for the Dark Faerie and everything..." She said watching Shallo put all his equipment away. She could die her hair or something if needed... She didn't need Shallo getting caught because she was following him around.
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Post by Jukebox on Mar 17, 2008 19:02:43 GMT -5
"It would probably be helpful, if you were that familiar with her, especially is there happens to be someone who knows in the resistance. But it's your decision." he replied, leaning on his staff.
((short post, sorry..)
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Post by Kiweh on Mar 17, 2008 21:41:13 GMT -5
"Yeah I think we should try something to hid me a little more..." Dre suggested and walked over to some of the labeled chests that lined the wall. Some said they contained clothes while others were labeled books. "Any ideas?" She asked turning back to Shallo after she scanned over all the chests. She would definitely be recognized if she didn't do something. Back when she had her powers she went all over, delivering messages from one demon to the next. Most of the mortals she came across didn't remember her it was just the supernatural that she need to worry about.
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Post by Jukebox on Mar 26, 2008 14:14:03 GMT -5
((Heh, not exactly what I envisioned to be in there, but whatever...))
Shallo watched her looking over the chests, trying to determine the best way to disguise her. The main problem would probably be her fur. He was trying to remember if he knew any spells for color change, but he couldn't recall any off the top of his head.
"You can look through those, but I doubt you'd find anything much. Clothing-wise we can always see if the rebels have something for you, which you'll need anyway, because I don't keep anything for cold weather here. I'll be back soon." he said, slipping his hand into his pocket for the ring he used for teleporting and slipped it on.
The next moment he was standing in the main cavern of his caves, pitch dark since he'd closed off all the portals and the torches were out. He made his way blindly toward the hallway leading to the storage room, flaring the torches to life as he neared the wall. Shallo quickly made his way to the door of the storage room and opened it, lighting the torrches in there was well.
The rows and rows of chests stood on their shelves dustily, but Shallo turned his attention instead on a scroll near the door. It was a list he had begun to compile after his master had died, tracking down useful spells or trinkets from the many generations who'd held this post. his eyes scanned the parchment quickly, almost giving up until he found what he was looking for near the bottom. 'Amulet for changing color - Lord Erasmus Corophus'
Shallo closed the scroll, darting over to the chests inscribed with that name. He pulled it to the floor, commencing his rummaging. It actually didn't take him long to find it, along with the spell to activate it. He must have kept it near the surface when he was going through everything before.
He shut the lid and returned the box to it's former location, dousing the lights and slipping the ring on once more.
"This should help," he said as he reappeared next to Dre, holding the amulet out to her.
((Wow, long post. Sorry.))
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Post by petdr89 on Mar 26, 2008 22:10:29 GMT -5
((Hmm, I don't think Abby would need a body guard, but he could still join whatever side you want him to.
And long posts are awesome, don't apologize. *gives you cookie*))
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Post by Jukebox on Mar 27, 2008 0:25:16 GMT -5
((Yeah, but it'd make more sense for him to be there...))
Omega grimaced as he buckled on the standard purple armor of the Darigans. The armor was no where near the perfect fit his own was worn into, but the darigans apparently didn't appreciate him standing out too much. So along with seperating him form the other gladiators who'd been brought to the citadel they did as much as they could to keep his identity secret.
Not that it was particulary hard to acheive that, considering he was completely invisible. But he'd managed to bring enough of his belongings with him to mark him from the rest, including all his weapons and most of his gear.
Once he had finished getting the armor on Omega started on his weapons. His three lightweight spears where harnessed over his shoulder so they hung at an angle over his back, and he habitually attached this two swords to his belt. The two were drastically different, the straight gladis and the curved xiphos, both inscribed with his symbol. The same marking was also stained in bright red on his gray sheild, which he took up quickly.
Last of all Omega threw the black cape of a darigan soldier on to his shoulders and fastened it with the bronze brooch he never went without. The brownish metals of the sword hilts, brooch, and the edge of his sheild stood out starkly with the over dark, evil tone of the darigans. The grarrl took one more moment to shift the armor into place before leaving the barracks and heading for his watch.
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Post by Kiweh on Mar 30, 2008 22:00:07 GMT -5
Dre jumped when he all of the sudden appeared again and took a step back. Her eyes fell on the amulet that he held outstretched in his hand and gave him a confused look as she took it. She guessed it was magic because of the old antique look it possessed and because a sorcerer was giving it to her. She turned it over in her hand as she studied it and then looked back up at Shallo, "How does it work?" She asked him, wondering what it did as well as how to use it. For all she knew this charm could knock her out or put her to sleep. She has no idea why she was putting so much trust into this guy. Last time she saw him she was pretty sure that he hated her guts... Either way she had her life hanging on a line though, whether she was with him or back out on the streets.
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Post by Jukebox on Apr 19, 2008 10:44:41 GMT -5
Shallo opened the scroll he had brought with him, opening it and laying it out on the nearest chest. His eyes scanned the page until he found what he was looking for. He tapped it to point it out to her.
"Seems like a mental magic to me. Imagine what you want to appear like, color wise, at least, and say the incantation here." he pointed out the words on the page. He took a step back, giving her room to look over the writting herself.
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Omega walked through the dark dreaery halls, almost ot the position where he was meant to keep watch. some balcony on one of the higher levels of the citadel. He stifled a yawn, stetching a bit as he made his way past closed doors.
As he finally reached the door that would lead him onto the balcony he shifted his sheild out of the way so he could open it, and stepped out into the chilly night air that surrounded Darigan Citadel. The black city stretched on below him, and the mainland below was not veen visible from here.
Omega sighed, walking more toward the center of the balcony and spotting two figures standing there. He was about to hail them, before he remembered that he was just a guard and was supposed to keep silent. He took up a spot near the wall, ready for a long wait ahead of him, occasionally glancing at the two women.
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