| Devils of Glass City; Not everything is as it plans to be. | |
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Dec 8 2007, 08:12 PM Post #421 |
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"You serve the mortal though, I do not." Mors replied. |
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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 | Dec 8 2007, 08:13 PM Post #422 |
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Zion-"Serve, yes, i do, as will you..But we could escape, but you refuse to work with me." |
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Dec 8 2007, 08:17 PM Post #423 |
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"You honestly think I'll stay here for long? Our 'master' will be taken care of very soon..." Mors said smiling. He then revealed his phone from under his jacket, which showed a series of text messages. "It's been arranged." |
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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 | Dec 8 2007, 08:19 PM Post #424 |
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Zion's expression changed from dull to surprised and content.. Zion-"Excellent..Whats the plan?..Will the boys life end?.." |
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Dec 8 2007, 08:27 PM Post #425 |
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"That's Plan A, I also have a Plan B...but I won't reveal that yet." Mors said as he stared into space. Meanwhile... Rafar and Gabriel were in Aether, discussing some things... "I can't believe he got caught. We had to go save his (censored) because he was cocky. And then he gets more cocky and gets caught. I swear..." Rafar fumed. "Now, now, everything turned out fine. Relatively." Gabriel responded. "I'm a Demon, my job isn..." "Hellbringer." "Whatever. My job isn't to police Earth like you guys do. I have souls to torment. Other demons to suck up to!" Rafar yelled. "...I'm sure. But don't worry, I'm sure he'll be fin..." At that moment Gabriel's cell rung. "Hello? Brother! How are...uh-huh...Of course...Yes sir, understood." Gabriel closed his phone. "What's the deal?" Rafar asked. "...We're supposed to go back and rescue Mors." Gabriel said slowly. "...You've got to be kidding me." |
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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 | Dec 8 2007, 08:29 PM Post #426 |
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Zion whispered quietly to Mors.. Zion-"Whats the plan, I want to be set free as well.." Zion had a face for hope, he might actually get to do what he loved doing, being a death bringer... |
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Dude2000
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Dec 8 2007, 08:32 PM Post #427 |
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"Just don't try to save Light should anything happen." Mors whispered. |
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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 | Dec 8 2007, 08:34 PM Post #428 |
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Zion stared in amusent to hearing this.. Zion-"Save him, please, i want freedom..I will pretend im exhausted, well, im actually tired.." |
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| Malceure | Dec 8 2007, 08:48 PM Post #429 |
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Voltaire overheard the conversation, but was opposed to it. Voltaire's Thoughts: "If their plan happens to work, I will have to go through the drugery of work again. Besides, I am having to much fun." Voltaire stood up. Voltaire: "Please excuse me. I have to... use the lavatory." Voltaire walked to Light's location instead. It was obviously a lie, since Deathbringers did not have do such an action, or even eat for that matter. |
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Dec 8 2007, 08:49 PM Post #430 |
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Mors eyed Voltaire. "Yes, you do that. Wouldn't want to die, would we?" Mors said suggestively. |
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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 | Dec 8 2007, 08:54 PM Post #431 |
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Zion stared at Voltaire, with mixed feelings, he liked the kid, but when it came down to it, he wanted to be free.. |
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| Card Hero | Dec 8 2007, 09:03 PM Post #432 |
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"oh yes... i wanted to tell you both something." light's mother stood up, and with a strangely pleasant smile on her face, and in a strangely kind tone, she said "If either of you bring any harm to my son whatsoever, you will both be erased from existance, ok?" she smiled throughout her entire threat. with her abilities, she definitely could do so if she wanted to. |
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| Shadow X | Dec 8 2007, 09:05 PM Post #433 |
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Zion stared at Light's mom, wondering if she really would.. Zion whispered to Mors, we are still going through with this correct?.." |
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Dude2000
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Dec 8 2007, 09:09 PM Post #434 |
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Mors smiled back. "It's reassuring to see that old lifebringers didn't know their place even all the way back. I thought it was a modern phenomenon." He whispered to Zion, "I have friends in higher places then her. Don't worry." |
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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 | Dec 8 2007, 09:11 PM Post #435 |
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Zion-"Good, I really dont plan on staying here, and serving a mere mortal kid.." |
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