| Devils of Glass City; Not everything is as it plans to be. | |
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| Shadow X | Nov 24 2007, 09:26 PM Post #151 |
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Zion- " the kids good. Mors just leave the kid alone.." Zion stares at the sky in thought.. |
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| Malceure | Nov 24 2007, 09:28 PM Post #152 |
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Voltaire: "I would have thought as much from Mors. Tough talk, yet little to show." He layed on the roof of the building, enjoying the view of the stars. "As for you, Xerus, I doubt a "high" and "mighty" Lifebringer would desire to dirty their fingernails." |
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| Eon | Nov 24 2007, 09:29 PM Post #153 |
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*Notices Zion and Voltaire and backs away one step at a time while sipping and then breaks out running* |
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Nov 24 2007, 09:32 PM Post #154 |
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Mors flew right in front of Eon and grabbed a man lying on the ground, freshly mugged, on the street across from him. Mors threw the man into a near by building, then grabbed a nearby 2x4 and soared into the building. Two minutes later, he emerged with a bloody 2x4 which he tossed aside. Then, he noticed Eon and smiled. "How are you, Eon?" |
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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, 09:37 PM Post #155 |
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Zion stared at Mors confronting Eon..Wondering if anything would happen from above... |
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| Malceure | Nov 24 2007, 09:42 PM Post #156 |
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Voltaire looked in suprise as he saw Eon. Voltaire: "Eon?" Voltaire: "Isn't he one of the first Deathbringers? Why would Mors try and pick a fight with someone that experienced?" Voltaire knew very well how age determined one's abilities as a Deathbringer. The greater the experience of one usually was the foundation of their skills, as they knew more about the limitations of a Deathbringer. |
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Nov 24 2007, 09:45 PM Post #157 |
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OoC: Just noticed your dude ran off, sorry Eon. xD Mors walked off after tossing the 2x4 aside, he then revealed a vial of egg nog, which he quickly drank. "Mmm...Egg Nog." His phone rang again. "Another mugging. Ooo, this one's a female..." He flew off swiftly. |
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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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| Twilight Sage | Nov 24 2007, 09:50 PM Post #158 |
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Xerus: I don't need to dirty my hands, since I don't need to kill people. But the stars are wonderful tonight. His cellphone rang, and he looked at it with glee. Xerus: That was Michelle. Ah, Michelle.... |
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| Shadow X | Nov 24 2007, 11:56 PM Post #159 |
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Zion- "Hey Vol..now that we have a master, where do we go from here? I cant picture myself.." It was obvious Zion still needed to get used to this having a master ordeal.. |
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| Malceure | Nov 24 2007, 11:58 PM Post #160 |
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Voltiare: "Simple. We serve him obidiently until the day that he dies, simple as that." Voltaire himself could hardly imagine being the slave of a human either. Yet, he knew he could not stop the inevitable. |
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| Shadow X | Nov 25 2007, 12:03 AM Post #161 |
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Zion- "Until he dies huh, well that could be short compared to how old i am(429)..." |
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| Malceure | Nov 25 2007, 12:34 AM Post #162 |
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Voltaire: "Percisely why we have nothing to worry about. Human lifespan is short, thus it won't be long until we are free again. He will not pull off our collars until there is an absolute need to, as we are the source of his powers, and would not want to freely dispose of us without it being mandatory for his cause. He is smart enough to realize this, and will make sure that we are completely capable of doing our job until we are no longer needed." |
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| Shadow X | Nov 25 2007, 09:23 AM Post #163 |
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Zion- "I know.He wont set us free i believe, he will probably use our powers to the end, if he were smart, which he is. Either way, im already getting used to this, its just a small vacation before im back.."*has a smirk in face and seems to be enjoying it* |
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Nov 25 2007, 03:06 PM Post #164 |
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Mors flew back, this time with blood all over his clothing. "Hmm...I'm going to have to appeal to the Elders of Aeon to get assistance for taking down this human that has enslaved our own." He sat on a bench next to a human, completely unaware of his presence, and thought. "I've never had to appeal before...I don't want to appeal." He crossed his arms. "Hmph, this is quite a dillemma." |
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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 25 2007, 08:21 PM Post #165 |
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Voltaire's nose began to twitch. He had realized that a grocery store happens to sell food, one of those being strawberries. As anyone could tell, he had a great weakness for strawberries... Voltaire: "I'll be right back..." He jumped off from the roof, not worried about anyone seeing him. Walking into the store, Voltaire picked up a nearby basket and filled it with strawberries, not thinking about anything as an employee walked up to him. Employee: "Excuse me sir, but don't you think you have a few too many strawberries?" Voltaire: "No." The two then began to bicker on and on about the subject, Voltaire not seeming to have much of an expression over his face as he defended his position. |
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