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 Posted: Sat Mar 15, 2008 6:08 pm
Leo gave him a nod. "Well I shall just have to check out some other time then... " He waited a moment before giving him his name. "I am Leonardo or LEo. Whatever you prefer. Its an honor to meet you two."
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Posted: Sat Mar 15, 2008 6:17 pm
"You as well, Leo." Neon extended a hand, and Pace nodded once to Leo. He felt a strange energy from him, but couldn't quite discern what it was.
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Posted: Sat Mar 15, 2008 6:38 pm
Leo smiled and shook his hand. "Well I hate to have interrupted your journey. You would not have by any chance been going anywhere of importance?" His eyes looked over to Pace and then back to Neon.
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Posted: Sat Mar 15, 2008 7:14 pm
"No, we're just wandering." Neon picked out, realizing as he touched the man's hand that he was a demon. He made sure not to burn him on accident, then carefully withdrew his hand. He didn't always trust himself with new people. He glanced at Pace, sending a clear thought and hoping he would pick up on it. He did, apparently, nodding at Neon.
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Posted: Sat Mar 15, 2008 9:36 pm
Leo raised an eyebrow at the two. He had been observing them carefully since the time he had met them. Though for the moment he shrugged it off. "Well I guess that makes three of us then. You would not by any chance live here now would you?"
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Posted: Sat Mar 15, 2008 10:23 pm
"Oh, no. We live up further." He gestured with a thumb over his shoulder. "We just decided to point to a random place on the subway map and go there. SoHo it was." He shrugged.
"So what's the age?" Pace asked suddenly. Neon smacked him on the arm.
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Posted: Sun Mar 16, 2008 9:06 pm
Leo blinked his eyes and then gave out a short laugh. 'Well it all depends on what you mean. That is of what age are you asking." He was not about to just come out and say he was a demon even if he had the feeling they already knew. "You picked a very interesting way of how to come here by the way."
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Posted: Tue Mar 18, 2008 5:42 pm
"We do that." Neon shrugged. He sent a sharp look at Pace, who ignored it.
"Your demon age," Pace said flatly. Neon sighed and slumped his shoulders, smacking a hand on his forehead. He sent an angry violet look at Pace, who cringed slightly, knowing how Neon was when he was angry.
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Posted: Wed Mar 19, 2008 6:36 pm
Leo smirked and brushed his shoulder off. "In that case I am one-thousand-and thirteen years old. Give or take." He slipped his hands into the jacket of his pocket looking up at them. "Anymore questions?"
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Posted: Thu Mar 20, 2008 5:43 pm
Pace opened his mouth to say more but Neon instantly shut him up, smacking his hand over Pace's mouth before he could say anything. "No, nothing. Sorry for his behavior. He's competitive." He laughed sheepishly. "He wants to find someone older than him so he can fight them." He sent an angry scowl at Pace.
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Posted: Thu Mar 20, 2008 6:07 pm
Leo blinked his eyes in a gesture of a nod. "If he is looking for a challenge I can gladly give one to him. As for the whole age thing I am not sure." He took a step back glancing at his background.
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Posted: Thu Mar 20, 2008 8:52 pm
"It's okay, he's 1300," Neon said, smiling and ignoring the looks of annoyance that Pace was giving him. "And I'm 546, but I'm not a demon." He laughed slightly, glancing off to the side. "And I don't like to fight."
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Posted: Fri Mar 21, 2008 8:13 pm
Karlův most(Charles Bridge) in Prague usually has lots of peddlers on it, selling their souvenirs and stuff. There are Bus loads of tourists constantly, and mixed in are lots of pickpockets and thieves. One of them was Mark. He wore a dark blue long coat, messy, paint splattered blue jeans. He had infront of him a small canvas on an easel. At his feet and side were two sports bags, and on a collapsible stool he had a tray with various art implements.
Mark finished sketching the woman sitting in front of him. She was a middle aged squat and wide woman, with a flower pattern dress, a purse, and a young, 30ish man who was probably her son, standing nearby. The woman had plenty of laugh lines and sat patiently waiting. Mark finished the painting. He picked it up and handed it to the woman. Her eyes sparkled at the canvas while her son looked at it oddly. "Thats not you." said the person in Czech.
On the canvas was a beautiful young woman with features very similar to the woman. She was laughing, and had 5 kids played around her, one of which looked like the scowling young man. Though the kids in the picture weren't moving, they seemed to move, and the mind instantly vividly visualized them playing. Over the canvas woman's shoulder stood a muscular man in a military uniform, with various metals who was smiling. The woman smiled through tears, and blew her nose on a handkerchief from her purse. Mark took the canvas, sensing she liked it, and put it in a plastic bag from his belongings. "Prosem" said Mark to the woman, who answered Mark's 'Your welcome' with a thank you. She handed him the money and walked away with her son, clutching her new purchase as if it were her life.
Mark smiled as the wind whipped his messy black hair. He packed up his stuff, as it was getting dark. He walked along the bridge towards the Castle Side of the Vltava River. A bit from the bridge was a McDonalds, where he got his diner. Leaving an hour later, he walked across the bridge again, towards the Old Town. This area of the city is filled with lots of alleys. He picked a nice deserted on, put down his stuff, and looked at his watch. '-6 for New york... looks like a good time' he thought to himself. He looked around, making sure no one was watching, then reached into the backpacker type pack he had on his back. He pulled out his Dream Chisel. He closed his eyes, visualizing a gate. He opened his eyes, and waved the chisel in the shape of door way. Lines appeared on the wall in the shape of a gothic entryway. Stones popped out of the plaster siding of the alley, while the entry space popped in. Instead of popping into a biwildered families living room. It emptied into blackness. It looked like a simple tunnel, but the edges of what was the portal shone with the color of magic, Octarine. The color could be likened to the specs of color you see after staring at a bright light. He put the chisel back into his pack, picked up his bags, and walked through. The portal soon faded away after he traveled through.
{wow that was alot}
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Posted: Fri Mar 21, 2008 8:21 pm
A portal appeared in a hidden alley in SoHo. Mark came out into the mid day sun. The portal closed behind him. He walked down through crowds. 'Where to set up?' he asked himself. He picked a store at random. He put down his bags against the side of a building. He set up the stool for the subject, the easel & canvas, and the stool with his art tools. He just asked likely customers, and warded off thieves. While waiting, he widdled a little wooden piece with a knife. At the moment it was block.
{ur turn}
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Posted: Fri Mar 21, 2008 8:29 pm
Pace put on an annoyed expression as he viewed around the street while Neon talked to the younger demon. He rolled his eyes and touched Neon's elbow lightly, letting him know he would be out and about for a short while. Neon didn't say anything, but Pace picked up slightly on the thoughts of Neon, saying ok.
Pace stepped down the walk, his maroon eyes watching the people around him keenly. He spotted an artist next to a nearby store. He walked up to him.
"May I see that which you do?" he asked, his low voice quiet. He gestured to the piece of wood in the man's hands.
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