| Devils of Glass City; Not everything is as it plans to be. | |
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| Shadow X | Nov 24 2007, 10:25 AM Post #136 |
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OoC-He didnt go anywhere, he just improved, the rp is just different. A lot has happened since you left Wolf. We all became better rp's.. Zion- *stares at Mors*"..Mors, what do you think you are doing?.." *silently flys towards Mors* |
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| Eon | Nov 24 2007, 11:20 AM Post #137 |
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OoC: Suck up. <_< Eon: *Scurries away sipping te float* |
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The day that all nations unite... and Earth's full potential is reached, the day that all nations will work together to make this place a great one... Is not today. - Eric W. A.K.A. Wolf | |
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Nov 24 2007, 11:28 AM Post #138 |
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OoC: Yes, we all became cool and left you in the dust. :rolleyes: Mors glanced back. "What's up Zion?" |
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To be, or not to be: that is the question. To die, to sleep; no more; and by a sleep to say we end. To die, to sleep; To sleep, perchance to dream. Ay, there's the rub. For in that sleep of death what dreams may come when we have shuffled off this mortal coil must give us pause. That makes calamity of so long life, for who would bear the whips and scorns of time when he himself might his quietus make with a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear, to grunt and sweat under a weary life, but that the dread of something after death, the undiscover'd country from whose bourn no traveller returns, puzzles the will and makes us rather bear those ills we have than fly to others that we know not of? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all... | |
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| Card Hero | Nov 24 2007, 11:45 AM Post #139 |
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ooc: the more things change, the more things stay the same... it makes no sense, but is it supposed to? Light continued walking. he was a little surprised by something, but didn't show it. i wonder when he'll try to get rid of me... perhaps i should make the first move... he thought. Light eventually reached his destination-a grocery store. |
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Nov 24 2007, 11:49 AM Post #140 |
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Mors flew along and landed on top of the store. "Ooo...all kinds of fun things I can do there. Crushed by a display of beer? Suffocated on a cabbage? So many possibilites..." |
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To be, or not to be: that is the question. To die, to sleep; no more; and by a sleep to say we end. To die, to sleep; To sleep, perchance to dream. Ay, there's the rub. For in that sleep of death what dreams may come when we have shuffled off this mortal coil must give us pause. That makes calamity of so long life, for who would bear the whips and scorns of time when he himself might his quietus make with a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear, to grunt and sweat under a weary life, but that the dread of something after death, the undiscover'd country from whose bourn no traveller returns, puzzles the will and makes us rather bear those ills we have than fly to others that we know not of? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all... | |
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| Shadow X | Nov 24 2007, 12:42 PM Post #141 |
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Zion- "Dont try anything Mors.." |
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| Eon | Nov 24 2007, 03:31 PM Post #142 |
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*Sits down and leans back sipping the float* Eon: I wish he didn't hold a grudge so easily... |
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| Malceure | Nov 24 2007, 09:09 PM Post #143 |
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OOC: Eon, I haven't changed as much as you think. I simply decided to take a stand in order to keep my RPs running well. Back then, I was far to easy on the rules. Now, we all have learned how to host better, despite how much some of us despise being mean. But then, wouldn't it be meaner if I didn't enforce the rules so that everyone could have a nice time? Oh, and Hitogoroshi, thank you for accepting the rules. I am sorry I didn't clarify the fact that Hellbringers also had wings. Voltaire sat next to Mors. Voltaire: "You know very well how it works Mors. While we dawn these collars, we will protect him from the hand of death. The kid has potental, and it might be fun to see how well he uses the power of death. Wouldn't you say so?" |
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| Eon | Nov 24 2007, 09:13 PM Post #144 |
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OoC: Ok Mal I forgive you.. *Hug* Okay gay moment over back to the RP. Eon: *Still sipping* |
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| Twilight Sage | Nov 24 2007, 09:14 PM Post #145 |
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Xerus flies down next to Volatire. Xerus: This seems like old times. I'll stick around just for the fun of it. I don't exactly need to return yet, and I need to collect some peppers for the ride home! |
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Nov 24 2007, 09:16 PM Post #146 |
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"Potential? To do what? Enslave us? My job is my job, and I'll do it. Besides, it's not everyday I get to play with such...entertaining prey." He licked his lips sadistically. "But...if you two don't want to be free, then I'll guess I'll have to go away and wait for reinforcements. It'd be so much easier if I killed him and you'd be free though, wouldn't it?" |
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To be, or not to be: that is the question. To die, to sleep; no more; and by a sleep to say we end. To die, to sleep; To sleep, perchance to dream. Ay, there's the rub. For in that sleep of death what dreams may come when we have shuffled off this mortal coil must give us pause. That makes calamity of so long life, for who would bear the whips and scorns of time when he himself might his quietus make with a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear, to grunt and sweat under a weary life, but that the dread of something after death, the undiscover'd country from whose bourn no traveller returns, puzzles the will and makes us rather bear those ills we have than fly to others that we know not of? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all... | |
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| Malceure | Nov 24 2007, 09:19 PM Post #147 |
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Voltaire: "But then, that would break the rules." A quick smile appeared across his face, before he returned to his expressionless face. "Besides, at least our master was a fine pick. I am sure that with you would have ended up with someone barely half his talent." |
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| Twilight Sage | Nov 24 2007, 09:22 PM Post #148 |
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Xerus put on his signature smirk, indicating he was either going to say something nice or taunt you. Xerus: "At least I was smart enough not to get caught." He stuck his tongue out at Zion and Voltaire. |
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Top one is by Crash, and the bottom one is by RunawayRed. Thanks to the both of you! | |
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| Eon | Nov 24 2007, 09:23 PM Post #149 |
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Eon: Aww man I'm out... *Whistles the One Piece Season 2 Theme Song back to Wendy's* Uh, hey I'd like a vanilla frosty float with Dr.Pepper.... Thanks. *Sip sip sip* Huh, more from Aether? Guess I'll check it out... *Sip sip* Bahhhhh. |
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The day that all nations unite... and Earth's full potential is reached, the day that all nations will work together to make this place a great one... Is not today. - Eric W. A.K.A. Wolf | |
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Nov 24 2007, 09:23 PM Post #150 |
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Mors side-glanced at Voltaire. "Do not speak of what you do not know. I was enslaved but once by Napoleon Bonaparte. And that Frenchman's right knee is better than this youngling." His cellphone rang and he flipped it open. "...I guess someone's about to get mugged. I'll take my leave for now. But I'll be back." He glided into the night. |
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To be, or not to be: that is the question. To die, to sleep; no more; and by a sleep to say we end. To die, to sleep; To sleep, perchance to dream. Ay, there's the rub. For in that sleep of death what dreams may come when we have shuffled off this mortal coil must give us pause. That makes calamity of so long life, for who would bear the whips and scorns of time when he himself might his quietus make with a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear, to grunt and sweat under a weary life, but that the dread of something after death, the undiscover'd country from whose bourn no traveller returns, puzzles the will and makes us rather bear those ills we have than fly to others that we know not of? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all... | |
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