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Eli-Angel-of-Darkness Vice Captain
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 Posted: Fri May 21, 2010 7:48 pm
They made it to the bright forest. Kiyomi got off of Kurich'is back.
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Posted: Fri May 21, 2010 7:50 pm
"I told you there was a village full of angels"
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Eli-Angel-of-Darkness Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri May 21, 2010 7:59 pm
"how do you even know this?" she asked looking at him suspiciously
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Posted: Fri May 21, 2010 7:59 pm
Dante smiled as he sensed the angel's near him. "Ah true true!!" he said walking forward.
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Posted: Fri May 21, 2010 8:06 pm
"I found it a long time ago but it was to bored to destroy i had to find some one to kill people with" Kurichi said to the gate
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Posted: Fri May 21, 2010 8:20 pm
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Eli-Angel-of-Darkness Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun May 23, 2010 8:26 am
Crystal land beside Kiyomi. Crystal looks around "when can we start?" she asks
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Posted: Sun May 23, 2010 9:35 am
"How about now?!" sujested dante as his spearpoint sword appears in his handalong with his hair turning white.
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Posted: Sun May 23, 2010 10:06 am
"WHENEVER YOUR READY" SAY CRYSTAL
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Posted: Thu May 27, 2010 3:35 pm
"LET'S START NOW!!" shouted dante as he launches forward slicing the village's gate to nothingness.
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Posted: Sun May 30, 2010 3:02 pm
Crystal smiled she walks slowly though the broken gate.
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Posted: Sun Feb 27, 2011 11:58 pm
Rain sat in a old wooden chair, right leg crossed over his left as his eye moved from word to word. A old novel written by a human far before Rain's time, but still all the same interesting. Though he was aware of the history of the world, he liked to know how human remembered or envisioned the the events of the past. In "truthful" records and history. It was sometimes funny for the angel to find that history itself could sometimes be more accurately described in arts of fiction.
A sharp p***k like a that of a pin piercing the skin struck a nerve in Rain's spine and he snapped his novel shut. Someone...no a group had decided to trespass on the lands, and will ill intent.
Rain got up from his seat, and placed the book on the wooden chair before heading for the door. Such foolishness was not to be tolerated, foolish underlings! They failed to understand their place in this world.
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