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 Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2011 9:50 pm
Ah, well... we started a sort of plot, but rather than getting lost and cluttering places with confusing stuff, I figured I'd shove it all into one thread. Simply be sure to include in your posting layout where you are and who you're with to avoid confusion~
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Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2011 9:57 pm
Oh I'm... in the city, setting up my trap for the reaper~
My company is... me, myself, and I!  ZORK When you and I were getting high as outer space
I never thought you'd slip away He appeared in the square, surrounded by people. A large magical seal appeared beneath him, surrounding himself and ten other people. He smirked, almost feeling guilty for the selfish thing he was about to do. Within moments, all the people in his seal were dead, on the ground and lifeless. He turned, running through the crowded streets; he summoned shadow puppets, sending them out to multiple ends of the city to begin their own killing sprees. Even though the reapers didn't have to come and collect the souls, they would have to stop the sudden murders. Unless these people died at the proper times... well, it meant a whole lot of paper work for them. Flashing around he continued his spree. He had decided that he would move once both lycans were still; that would imply that they had found the place. He really did hope that they wouldn't do anything too rash, though.Oh, it's killing me
You know I can barely breathe
Just like a crow chasing the butterfly {|OOC|Post here now, please! Just for our mini-plot; this way we don't have to hunt down other threads and go all over the map!}
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Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2011 10:22 pm
Well... let's see, I'm... in the forest following Conner stealthy like hehehe
Who I am with.... is Conner, but hopefully he doesn't notice me ☽Șӓΐʊɾɾΐ ☾
"Light and dark, black and white...."
☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯ Saiurri was probably just as surprised or more so than Zork at his smile to her. But she waited for him none the less, though his order had her inwardly groaning. She'd have to change forms to keep up with that hot head. She nodded though at his statement and watched him leave, then she shifted, and left her clothes in a pile where she stood, folded and charged after Conner. She wasn't even trying to catch up, but she did anyway, he seemed to be distracted, but she slowed down slightly keeping out of his scent range so he wasn't distracted. She caught the scent of fresh blood though, and a lot of it. She hoped Zork knew what he was doing and if it was really worth so many innocent lives. ☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯
"...why must such differences be among us when we are all on the same world?"    X
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Posted: Tue Aug 09, 2011 11:25 am
My name? Call me...Connor VanTain-[X]- Song Of The Moment -[X]- I cannot turn away
From this obscurity
A nameless Force
Is stealing my face
Come and -- try to -- fight me
You will -- never -- break me
I know it´s the final breath I´m taking if I let you win
So I cannot be the one forgiving or I´m giving in
Connor didn't notice anything as he just kept pushing forward. Once he was sure there was enough distance between him and that stupid house, he took a sharp turn to the left and entered a few trees, inwhich he manuvered easily. He sped up, paws hitting the ground at a faster pace, what he has trained for. This was the kind of thing he worked for, that he knew. He was far more faster then lycans. He kept focusing on the memories of his happiness with the soul he called Snow, but he found that the ones with Fleta were just as effective. Like when she tried to hug him, or when he felt oddly protective of her.
He charged forward in a sprint for his stolen soul, determined with cause. It was odd how he had different thought when that blue haired idiot wasn't there. He was thinking souly on the girl that he almost missed the eyes that were on him in the wilderness. The trees had gotten thicker and the animals had gotten bigger. He slowed to a trot, then stopped, his tail was in mid-drift and his ears swivled around. He was listening to the wild, to nature. He let go of the soul for a moment, feeling his natural place in the forest. He looked around the area, feeling a disterbance, a breaking twig. Then a small pack of wolves came out, significantly smaller then him. The one that was most likely the alpha came out, facing off with him. Connor watched the wolf, having to bow his head to make eye contact. Was he being chalanged by this male? It was a hooible idea. The pack of seven wolves looked at him with determined eyes, like they had a purpose. Like they had reason for finding him. The white haired alpha male boxed his head, submissifying to Connor, though he had done nothing. Perhaps the sheer size of the lycan was enough. He didn't know. He whipped around and found the trail again.
He couldn't find it at first, but soon he found a memory of the first public affection between he and Snow. She was wearing a longer dress, though it was still casual. It was more like a robe then a dress, though. It flowed behind her beautifully. Connor wore a white cotton shirt with grey vest, an expensive coat over that. She had always given him the best clothes and food her money could buy. Their hands entwined together as they strolled down the snowy street, white puffs of air coming from their mouthes. He chuckled and squeezed her hand, making her smile. Was it possible he had pushed a blade to her throat not a year before? He had convinced himself that he had changed, but doubt was still there.
They were walking down this main street with a purpose. The frosted windows were growing crowded, their reflections showing off the couple that were once enemies. He smiled, seeing the one they were looking for. He tugged her in that direction, soon ending up infront of the store. They both looked at the large window, though they saw different things. Snow saw the beautiful white wedding dress behind it, where Connor saw their reflection. Or more so, saw her reflection. He had thought at first that she wouldn't have one, but she explained how stupid that myth was to him.
The lycan sighed, eyes full of remorse. He wanted that back. To live in that memory. But then his wolf face flared up in an expression so determined, it was dangerous. The pack felt it, too. They drew that energy, then howled. Connor took a moment to remember the howl he loved so, then lifted his head to join the haunting choir. His voice to the sky was deep, but raised in pitch, then lowered again. It had an eerie feel to it that sent a shiver down the spine of anyone who wasn't custom to it. Even the wolves around him quieted to her his mournful cry to the one he craved.
He then sped off, faster then before. The pack trailed behind him, using all of their combined strength to attempt keeping up. They were falling behind him steadily, but sometimes a wolf would join from the forest and run in his pack. He was a born alpha male, after all.
Now I can see you
You were just hiding
You won´t betray me
Cause now I know your name
Come and -- try to -- fight me
You will -- never -- break me
I know it´s the final breath I´m taking if I let you win
So I cannot be the one forgiving or I´m giving in Where the hell am I?..... I'm running... Forward?
I'm alone, except for the pack......Who the hell are you?! (( OOC~ The song is more of the beat of his paws, then the way he slows down... Then starts up again... But the meaning of the song is also fitting ))
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Posted: Wed Aug 10, 2011 10:09 am
Well... let's see, I'm... still following Conner much to my displeasure
Who I am with.... is Conner and his new pack of wolves☽Șӓΐʊɾɾΐ ☾
"Light and dark, black and white...."
☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯ Saiurri kept up at the distance she wanted from Conner quiet easily. She was a born runner and she loved it. She got to run wild now and she was enjoying the breeze in her fur and across her face, the ground under her paws. She missed this feeling most out of her previous life. The feeling of the freedom to run as fast and hard or as slow as she wanted and the space to do it in. However, the moment was short lived, when she caught the scents of other wolves and that Conner was slowing down until he stopped. So she had to stop too so he didn't catch her. She watched a bit irritated how the leader of a small pack submitted to Conner just because of his size and stature. But oh well, it was their lives, not hers and she really didn't care. She already had her alpha.
He'd taken her in and treated her..... remotely kind and fed her. But of course, like with a normal pet, show any sort of kindness, she grew attached to him within the couple of days she knew him, though still maintaining her fighting spirit. Plus he seemed to like that fact anyway when he first talked to her. Which is also why she was caught off guard when he smiled at her like he did. Within the couple of days she'd gotten to know him, she thought she had him figured out and she was getting herself comfortable with his treatment. But his smile was a most welcome sight and now that she thought back on it... it was a nice smile that she hadn't seen directed at her from anyone in a long time.
She was brought out of her thoughts when Connor was on the move again and the pack began to howl. She didn't join them, she didn't like their howls for some reason, and Connors howl only confirmed her dislike. Then not long after the howls were done, Connor sped up and so did she, not falling into the joy of running this time, as she had to keep up, even passing some of the wolves of his pack they were so slow. She didn't care if they thought she was his mate or lover, she knew better and had only Zork as her alpha.
However, she was brought to a pause in her running when Connor went into the city, the pack following eagerly. She couldn't move her legs for a moment as she watched the unnecessary death of the humans. First Zork was killing people on the other side of the woods and she had just lost the scent of the blood there, but now a new round of blood loss, murders in large quantities were taking motion right in front of her. She wanted to stop the killings, but she knew that she could only tie with Connor, and possibly loose when he was in this state of madness. Then there was the fact that she couldn't fight an entire pack on her own.
She watched as the pack spread out to kill more people who weren't even in the way of Connors path, but she soon picked up her paws and chased after Connor again as she tried to hold her breath as the smell of death, dying and blood seemed to affect her more than the others due to her sensitive nose. But even as her ears pressed to her head, she couldn't block out the screams of fear, pain, and the desperation for help. The local police would surely have to start a hunting party to wipe out the wolves here and if they were too late to do that in the city, they would search the woods and kill the wolves there. She knew that once a wild animal had a taste of human flesh, they'll start hunting the humans as their new meal on the menu.
But she couldn't control that, for now, she just had to follow Connor until they reached their destination and she can get rid of the smells of the city by fighting. ☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯
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Posted: Thu Aug 11, 2011 9:37 pm
My name? Call me...Connor VanTain-[X]- Song Of The Moment -[X]- I cannot turn away
From this obscurity
A nameless Force
Is stealing my face
Come and -- try to -- fight me
You will -- never -- break me
I know it´s the final breath I´m taking if I let you win
So I cannot be the one forgiving or I´m giving in
Connor trampled down everthing in his way, moving swiftly to avoid his own wolf pack. It had definantly grown since he had ran away from it in the woods. He smirked. Good. They were aware of his blood-born status as his father once was. The large lycan charged forward, no longer following the trail. He knew where it was and where it was going, but he was kind of at a point where he needed to shift. The gaurd was probably going to be looking for a lycan, so barginf in as a rusty red lycan might not be a good idea. His cold blue eyes softly glowed as he started to travel in the darker portions of town.
He was in mid bound when he shifted, gracefully chaning from beast to man in mid-air. He started to run on his two human legs, though his clothes were bloody from the slaughtering out there. A few paniced people ran around franticly, trying to find a place to hide. Connor sighed, dissapointed with the mere human race. They were so stupid sometimes. He stalked behind a man about his size, carefully following him into a dark ally. Connor smirked. "You makes this too easy, comrade." He said with a cruel Russian twist in his voice. He had a subtle accent, he knew from his years of being captive in Russia, but it always shone through after he shifted. The man spun around, facing the chilly eyed killer. Connor lunged forward, arms extending toward his neck. The man tried to hold up a struggle, but in a matter of seconds Connor had him pinned to a wall, lifting him up into the air by his throat. The man kicked wildly, occasionally getting Connor on the side of the head or in the chest, but that only was rewarded with his throat being constricted further. The man eventually died, with no blood spilt.
That was good, because Connor the took the man by the hair and dragged him behind the nearest building, stole his clothes, and then left him there adorned in the crimson soaked clothing of a murderer. Connor chuckled darkly, coming out of the dark and into the street's lights. He calmly started to walk down the streets, almost like he wasn't aware of the wild dogs running about. Connor reached up and straightened the vest. Of all things to think about, he was amused by how these clothes were similar to the ones he had before. Just darker colors. He liked that, though.
An insane smile emerged on his lips as he so casually stolled down the street, enjoying the sweet scent of death and slaughter. The blood that splattered against the pavement created a symphony of colors and sounds, as did the growling of his wolf brothers. The brothers that he knew would soon be killed. He could feel the pending presence of something looming over, just waiting for their chance. Probably authorities. They were no fun... But wouldn't think twice to stop and arrest a red headed human just walking down the street.
That was what was great about the situation! Nobody could pinpoint him except Zork! The reaper had all these deaths to deal with that it was almost like Connor's kills were blending in. He was undetectable in this shroad of death. Only one thing plauged his paranoia, though. He felt eyes on him. And he had a good idea who that disturbance was. If she wanted to play sneaky rouge though, he wasn't going to rain on her paraid. Infact, he started to hum cheerily to add to the insanity.
He soon picked up on the connection again, lazily making a slow stroll in it's direction. It wasn't that far away, so why rush? He loved this scene. He could the pained screams for mercy all around, and he adored it. He sighed in happy content. How messed up this man was.
Now I can see you
You were just hiding
You won´t betray me
Cause now I know your name
Come and -- try to -- fight me
You will -- never -- break me
I know it´s the final breath I´m taking if I let you win
So I cannot be the one forgiving or I´m giving in Where the hell am I?..... I'm in yo city, killin' yo people...
Alone......Who the hell are you?! (( OOC~ *facepalm* Sorry for the late reply... So many sexy Sebastians, so little time. ))
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Posted: Thu Aug 18, 2011 9:06 am
ιѕααc rαveɴѕdαle   Raven landed at the meeting place where the other reapers were all waiting for him. The first words spoken came from one of the female members of the group. "You're late Raven." Skull complained, tapping her foot impatiently. The brown haired reaper was the oldest of the group, and certainly the one with the strangest appearance. She called herself Skull for the skull that hung off the end of her scythe, although they all knew that the boy who stood beside her probably better deserved that name. Luckily, he preferred the name 'Musenda' which meant 'nightmare.'
Raven shrugged. "You're the one who called the meeting without warning." he pointed out, "Now what is this all about?" The other female of their group, a girl who was undeniably the opposite of what many imagined a reaper to look like, for with her long white hair and white feathered wings, she looked rather like an angel, stepped forward. "Don't tell me you can not feel the energies racing through this city." she said softly, "The energies of untimely death. Someone is laughing in the face of us reapers, for the incidences are happening to far apart to be executed sans magic."
"How do you know it's not more than one person Lydia?" Raven inquired. Musenda stepped forward at this. "Because, I saw shadow puppets on the way here. I took one of them out too and traced the magic back to it's source - " the reaper growled. "And it's coming from the puppeteer I hang around isn't it?" Raven interrupted, "Alright, but that doesn't make it my duty to deal with him." Skull frowned and narrowed her eyes. "Even so, somebody must deal with him. You are the one who is most familiar with his magic, so it is safest for you. We shall deal with his little puppets." she said. Musenda and Lydia nodded and took off, Lydia taking to the sky, Musenda summoning a portal of darkness and walking through it.
Once they were gone Skull spread her own bat-like wings. "I know about that little soul you have in that bag. Even though the puppeteer has no rights to it, and you did the right thing, you cannot deny that this is the cause of the puppeteer's actions. While this is so obviously a trap, this is not a trap we can ignore. As foolish as you make yourself out to be Raven, I know you. I know you have a plan. However I care not for the details nor the end result, only that you stop the wayward magician's foolish rampage. Use lethal force if necessary." she said, before taking off into the sky, leaving Raven to deal with Zork.
Where I am ... At the usual meeting place. Who I'm with...My fellow reapers: 'Skull' 'Musenda' and 'Lydia' (before they left) and Snow/Fleta  |{OOC: }|
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Posted: Tue Aug 30, 2011 11:32 am
Well... let's see, I'm... still following Conner much to my displeasure
Who I am with.... is Conner and his new pack of wolves, and surrounded by death and blood.☽Șӓΐʊɾɾΐ ☾
"Light and dark, black and white...."
☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯ Saiurri was getting both frustrated at Conner and dizzy with the heavy smell of death and blood. She had no idea where he was going so she was forced to just follow him, but when he changed forms and clothes for that matter, she took notice that he figured out she was there and still he wouldn't hurry up to the place so she could get out of this place. 30 minutes more, she'd probably go crazy just like him and his new pack.
Frustrated with the wolf, she came out of hidding and avoided the other wolves and the random humans, even hiding a few human children among the dead so that the wolves wouldn't smell them as well, even though they were just as scared of her as any of the others. So she used that to get them moving. They went in a death filled home and curled in the corner, well hidden from sight and most of all, covered in the smell of death. Good.
Now behind Conner, she growled out. 'Would you hurry up already? As much as you enjoy blood baths, I don't. If you intend to take your merry time getting to the destination, just point the way and I'll go ahead.' She had enough of this wolf and she just wanted to fight the guard she was promised. ☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯
"...why must such differences be among us when we are all on the same world?" X
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Posted: Wed Aug 31, 2011 6:02 pm
 Mitsuki Animoto
Your wish is my command...
Mitsuki nodded, accepting the order and making it her focus. She followed behind as Master Isaac walked to the balcony. Then she took off from the home, leaping from roof to roof; she made sure to follow close behind Master Isaac. Her light blue hair flowing behind her. Mitsuki landed close behind Master Isaac when he stopped. She took a moment to arrange her dress to her comfort and then stood at attention, waiting for the next order. Kuma had moved to holding the small bag that Master Isaac had came from the room with. Mitsuki knew what was in it from Kuma's report. Since Isaac had made no orders about that, Mitsuki was indifferent about it.
When others started talking, Kuma quickly identified who they were and transferred that information to Mitsuki. She took in every detail, committing them to her memory. They spoke for some time then most of them left. The last one ordered Master Raven to take care of someone and then left as well. Mitsuki turned her attention to the surroundings, observing them in a way that normal humans could not. Everything was brighter and the detail stood out sharply. When she had seen everything, she turned back to her master. "Is there anything I can do for you Master Isaac?" she asked in her soft voice.
How may I serve you?
Where am I? I am currently with my master, I am unsure where.
Who am I with? I am with my master, Isaac, of course.
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Posted: Thu Sep 01, 2011 9:55 pm
My name? Call me...Connor VanTain-[X]- Song Of The Moment -[X]- I cannot turn away
From this obscurity
A nameless Force
Is stealing my face
Come and -- try to -- fight me
You will -- never -- break me
I know it´s the final breath I´m taking if I let you win
So I cannot be the one forgiving or I´m giving in
A rueful twist enlargened the smirk apon Connor's mouth when he heard the voice he had been waiting for. Of course he hadn't been alone. SheWolf was probably ordered to keep an eye on him, though it didn't matter. He was too deep in his maniac state off fresh blood to care. One would think that after a while the taste of that crimson delecasy would ware off in it's vibrancy, but they would be wrong. No beast could resist it. So why was she? He turned to glare at her acts of kindness, taking it less then lightly. She shouldn't care about those stupid children. They did nothing for her, and never will. They won't remember her, nor will they know she was lycan, holding a human side.
He stiffled a frustrated sigh, shaking his head dissaprovingly. A teasing pout played on his face as he faced off the wolf, eyes holding no sign of kindnss. "You are no fun, you know that? Just relax and enjoy the slaughter." He smirked, knowing she wouldn't take up on the offer. She just wasn't like him. She was.... Saiurri. He knew very little of her, but enough that he was aware she was fighting her natural state of bloodlust. How boring. He shrugged, turning and walking again. After a few steps forward, a body entered his path. Torn to shreds, no hope of ever returning. Her hazel eyes were lifeless, dark. Her beach blond hair stained red in blood, she would still looked slightly attractive, if it wasn't for the fact she was covered in her own intestines. Even some things were was a little much for Connor. He sighed again, seeing that his wolves were being wastefl. None of them had any desire to finish their meal now that it was cooled. Stopping before her, he reached down to cover her face. He slid his palm down, closing her eyes. He then continued forward, running the now bloody hand against the wall beside the walkway to create a scarlet trail behind him.
"But if you want to run ahead and probably get yourself deep into trouble she is..." He started smoothly, like he wasn't aware of what he was doing. His feet stopped in a sudden movement, eyes shocked. He stretched out for the soul again. She wasn't there. She was crawling around the edges of his range, just out of his power. Connor's teeth grit together as she continued moving. She wasn't doing this on her own. If the soul was on it's own, then she'd be avoiding the blood. Snow couldn't handle blood, wanting to be free of that craving. And Fleta didn't seem the type to play around with Death, either.
Of course the reaper didn't leave her alone. He wasn't foolish. He was wise. He slowed down greatly, making Connor nervous. What was he doing? He turned on the wolf behind him. Two painfilled moments later of bone cracking and shifting in shape, size, and position, he was a wolf also. The color of his fur somehow matched the scenery behind him, so well that a frightened human would overlook him, a foolish choice. His blue eyes locked on her's gaurded, serious. "She is moving. The Reaper has most likely seen around Zork's plan. Chances are that he has his gaurd, too." The wolf sighed, trotting forward, though it was obvious that he didn't know where she was. Anxiety built up around him, exerting around the area. Some of the pack picked up on it, freezing in their places. Their eyes were on him, questioning and ready to follow. The alpha lifted his head, his eyes to the stars. He said nothing, but his crying out was mournful. The wolves picked up on the negativety he warned them of, not questioning why he would make them wary the area. They trusted his judgement, slowing padding away. But that low song wasn't only for them, he wanted to have been heard. He wanted to know if the soul his odd feelings were for could hear him. He needed her to push, too. He couldn't do it on his own, as he could see. He tried it again, joined by the departing companions. They had no idea why the were doing it, but they were designed to join him. It was he who was the prominant one, seeming to be more searxhing then the rest. 'Please hear me... Where are you now?' He thought to himself silently, awaiting some type of commotion to draw him one way.
Now I can see you
You were just hiding
You won´t betray me
Cause now I know your name
Come and -- try to -- fight me
You will -- never -- break me
I know it´s the final breath I´m taking if I let you win
So I cannot be the one forgiving or I´m giving in Where the hell am I?.... I'm coming for something of mine, Reaper.
I'm with SheWolf... Again.....Who the hell are you?! (( OOC~ Not sure who we are waiting for, but please don't let this one die out... I love Connor so much... I actually had a dream of him once. It was akward, to say the least. But anyways, re-bumping this up? ))
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Posted: Sat Sep 03, 2011 3:18 pm
Oh I'm... in the city, setting up my trap for the reaper~
My company is... me, myself, and I! ZORK When you and I were getting high as outer space
I never thought you'd slip away Zork frowned, not enjoying the feeling of a perfectly good puppet going to waste; it was a shame, really, but it couldn't be helped it seemed. A minor paranoia taking over, and not wanting to make Isaac's job too easy, Zork stationed spell, something that worked similarly to a 'magical battery'. Because the puppets were only really doing one task, he'd have a few hours. And the best part of the spell? It was untraceable; although it was pretty easy to see who the caster was. As more and more puppets, however, were wiped from existence Zork found himself forced to summon more powerful foes; it was an irritation, but he didn't take somebody like Isaac having allies into his initial plan. It just meant the sealing would take longer than he initially wanted.
With an irritated grunt, Zork sent out a wave of magic, using it to locate his two little pets and send them a message:
If you run into some freaky looking wannabe-humans please take a moment to dispose of them~! his tone was, as usual, chipper. He didn't think for a moment to warn to two about the potential strength of the reapers. Finding his way up onto a roof, Zork sat back. There was a sly smile on his face; he knew that Isaac would find him. Or hoped; he didn't want to fight any of Isaac's irritating allies. Forgetting about the potential of that, Zork let out a sigh, enjoying the sound of screams which rose to the night.Oh, it's killing me
You know I can barely breathe
Just like a crow chasing the butterfly {|OOC| burning_eyes ninja }
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Posted: Sun Sep 04, 2011 7:48 pm
ιѕααc rαveɴѕdαle Seeing that his slave had caught up with him, and hearing her words, Raven turned to her. "I want you to come along with me and protect me from any attacks for now." he instructed before turning and leaping to the next roof over. Travelling this way, he began to head to where Zork was, conscious of all the untimely death around him, as well as several deaths that were happening exactly as scheduled. A smile soon spread to his face. Ah, if only Zork knew what he was getting, if only he knew that the Fleta he had made would not be the same Fleta should he ever 'reclaim' her. But of course, should that ever happen, he would find out pretty quickly.
Before he could reach Zork, Lydia landed in front of him. "We have taken out his puppets of shadow, but other creatures have appeared. The spell that summoned them may be un-traceable, but logic dictates they were summoned by the puppeteer." she informed him, "As well, there are some werewolves running amok." Considering the circumstances, Raven knew immediately that the werewolves were Zork's little pets. Lydia made no mention as to who was going to deal with them, or if they were do be dealt with at all, Instead, he watched as she hid her wings, taking on a human appearance. "I am taking to the streets Raven. Do not fail." she instructed before leaving the roof. Raven knew that she would have no trouble blending in with the crowd, and that if she was attacked, she could hold her own. He had long suspected that the angel-like girl who pretended to be a subordinate was, in fact, a supervisor in disguise; the one-sided conversation they just had just strengthened that suspicion.
Shrugging, Raven continued on, finally arriving at where Zork was and stopped on the roof of the building across the road from him. "You know, all this fuss over a soul that wasn't even yours to begin with? You really are desperate." he taunted, "In fact,my supervisors even applauded me for taking her, so I don't see why I should give her back. Give me one reason why I shouldn't pass her on to the judges of the after life right now. And if you attack me, I will do exactly that, just saying~"
Where I am ... In the city, standing on the roof of the building across the road from Zork ~ Who I'm with...Zork, Mitsuki, and Snow/Fleta |{OOC: }|
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