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| ReFreeze | Jun 9 2012, 12:39 AM Post #361 |
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Sysh, the consuming darkness
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"Sounds good!", is all the lizard said as he got up. ready to go. "It beats having to sit here waiting for whatever is going to happen..." |
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| Lifon | Jun 9 2012, 03:20 AM Post #362 |
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Slayer of Demons
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The clothes they were to model were not just regular clothes... Angena immediately fell less silly and like a little girl, thankfully. She now had a valid reason to be into this show. If they were allowed to have one of those mana crystals, as they were told... who knew what Angena could do with it! It seemed to be capable of a great many things. If they got to keep a bit of the clothes they were modeling, that would also be excellent. The man had just... teleported! "...Color me impressed," the demoness said. She had stared at the man with wonder for a moment, but quickly recovered and resumed a calm, in-control look. After all, she had the upper hand... He had things to offer her, but he was practically bending over backwards to get Klien, her, and Amaya in the fashion show. "I would like to be in the show. If there's to be a battle involved... That's all the better for me." A grin came to her face. "I'd like to test the stuff these clothes can do. And look damn good while doing it." She stretched languidly. "You two in?" She looked to Klien and Amaya. "We'd rock it." She had a smug look on her face. |
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----- "Soul of the mind, key to life's ether. Soul of the lost, withdrawn from its vessel. Let strength be granted, so the world might be mended. So the world might be mended." - The Maiden in Black ----- "Losing SUCKS!" - Chief Dey, the greatest ROTC instructor to ever live. Rest in peace, Chief Dey! 1/14/10 | |
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| The Enemy | Jun 9 2012, 03:44 AM Post #363 |
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TANK NUT
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"I'm in. Especially for those magic clothes, they look darn useful." Klien couldn't help but grin. He had stared at the man, when he turned purple and dissapeared- only to reappear half a second later behind them. That, was rather impressive. Humm, if we can keep some of that, that'll be a price in itself. At least, a good prize if we don't get the mana crystal. The mock fight sounds. . . rather interesting, too, if good training. I'd probably have to tune the lasers for fun, instead of kill, though. Hate doing that. Maybe a bit of drugging up would be fun, but that would defeat the purpose of showcasing the clothing. Ah well. Winners are winners, and if you win in a way that doesn't use the clothing, you failed. Just means I'll have to be careful. |
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Crazy is relative Insanity is the spice of life You may not be interested in war, but war is interested in YOU! I mean, hell, if we went back in time with a briefcase nuke and just glassed a section of the desert we'd be worshipped as omnipotent world destroyers a couple thousand years later. | |
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| Fiskpinne | Jun 13 2012, 08:24 PM Post #364 |
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RP Legend
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"Sure, it seems interesting enough" Amaya said with a smirk, she had been a bit impressed with those magic clothes, it could be really really useful for any job she would do in the future, she had to get her hand on a copy of it. And while doing that it could be a fun thing to do, just some straight entertainment, been way too long since she did something like that, the job always seemed to take up most of her time. she didn't complain really however as she loved her job. But everyone does need some R&R to get trough life. Edited by Fiskpinne, Jun 13 2012, 08:37 PM.
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Infinite in mystery is the gifts of the goddess. We seek it thus, and take to the sky. Ripples form on the water's surface. The wandering soul knows no rest./ "LOVELESS" ACT 1
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| Dendyn | Jun 15 2012, 03:00 AM Post #365 |
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The pen of Ice
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Fenrik and the captain were at the side of the pier, as the captain took a deep breath into his lung. AH! The smell and feeling of salt that coursed and touched his skin, the taste... The overall shine. "30 years... 30 years... Have I waited for me to comeback here. 30... years." He said as tears began to flow. Fenrik looked at him... silent. His mouth had been reattached back by the captain, it had merely fallen off due to a broken screw but nothing too serious. "Do you know... how hard it is to keep sane after 30 years in that hole of a casino? Killing and reaping people... waiting for you to appear with the right people... and to be defeated." "Yes... as I recall, the lasts couple of Seekers were not able to defeat their guardians... And they got killed. And all of you were kept in your places. Or... most of you." Fenrik said with a grim face of his own. "Lag apparently learned how to free himself out of his post of the Forest. Shame that Klien and the others had to kill him." He said as he looked at the sea. He smiled as he then said "Although... He does a flair for dramatic actions. They must have seriously believed that the Tool was on his command!" "Yes... And you must have felt that the doggone Creature of yours, that monster looking thingie, apparently got his tool back into his... paws? Hands?" The captain said as he began to think. "Am I really doubting the existence of that... Nevertheless, he can't be killed. He is as resistant as rat. Literally. For some reason, he was always able to come back." "Maybe the gods smiled upon him... or cursed him. He was from the Original Party." They were sitting in the pier as they both just gazed. "It has been a while seen I've been free... I think I'll go and take a swim!" The captain said as he plunged into the water. Fenrik jumped too... to go and get his energy replenished. ------------------------------------------------------------ "Excellent!" The man said as he looked at the group. He walked to the door and opened as he said "Follow me then! It is time for you to meet the other 3 models!" He said as he was skipping. The group decided to follow as he walked to a nearby room. He knocked on the door and opened it. Inside the door, 2 woman and a man were sitting in front of mirrors as they were fixing themselves with make up and paint as then they stared at the door quite interested. One woman was a little short, but with blond hair that reached to her back and blue eyes. She had some scales on her face, some golden fishscales around the cheek areas. In closer inspection, her eyes were not only blue, but with slight hints of green mixed in. She was busty and quite the sleek figure, with delicate movements and somewhat awe inspiring. She was... truly a figure to admire. She seemed to glow, or was it perhaps the scale? The other woman though was different. Instead of hair, she had feathers, large and bountiful feathers that looked of a peacock, but with the form of a eagles. She had feathers, smaller and thinner ones that coverred her body. She was definetly of the parrot family, by the form of the beak and the color, sporting an interesting tone of green that made her look like something out of an amazon guidebook. Just... divine! And lastly, the male of the group. He was a normal human being though... a young, 17 years old male that looked slim, but had red deep eyes. That was the only thing remarkable out of him. Odd, considering the group. "Well, these are your new mates for time being! The Pageant is in 3 days, and since they are experienced models, they teach you whatever you need to know!" The boss said with delight. "Their names are Kyara (The blond one), July (The avian) and lastly, Fernando! So please, do take care of them." The group nodded as they stood up and extended their hands politely. "Now, I must be off! Stages to fix and deals to close!" the angel said as he ran out and let Seekers and Models alone The silence kept going... Maybe somebody needed to talk? ----------------------------------- Lag walked with Lizard bee as he began to inspect him.... And he suddenly stopped. "Lizard bee... I have to ask you something. Why didn't you attack me when I were in Olympus? It was pretty clear I was steps from killing you... Yet you didn't do... nothing." "No flashy attacks, no attempts of trying to outsmart me... You only tried to throw things at me... and bite. Or... were those really the best you could do?" |
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| ReFreeze | Jun 15 2012, 03:13 AM Post #366 |
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Sysh, the consuming darkness
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The lizard stopped for a little and thought, then said, "I guess I don't know how to fight... Maybe...", and then he simply stopped. He was going to say, 'Maybe someone at the hive forgot to teach me.', but it hit him like a gigantic well hidden boulder. He knew no one of his kind, no faces, no body shapes, not even colors. All he remembered was waking up in the textile facto... He then sat down. He didn't even know the name or location of the textile factory he was at. "...I...", is all he could say as he then went into deep thought. This was... very... weird for him. He FELT like he knew the queen of his kind, friends, family, etc... But now that he thought about it. He knew absolutely no one of his kind... He just sat there. His face was blank. |
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| Lifon | Jun 15 2012, 04:47 AM Post #367 |
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An uncomfortable silence hung heavily in the air as Angena examined the other models, who would hopefully lend them a hand in preparing for the actual show. They were gorgeous, each in their own way... The one with aquatic scales reminded her a bit of a water demon mixed with a human, and had a figure and outfit that would have not been out of place on a fashion magazine from before the Great War in her homeland. The avian woman would also not be that out-of-place... Her features were very reminiscent of a wind demon, complete with the beak and feathers. Of course, given that this was a different world, Angena knew it was probably some other race entirely... Still, she had to admit, it was good to see something at least physically similar to what she was used to. The last of the models, a young human male, had striking red eyes. They were a bit out of place on a human, but definitely this one's defining feature. All-in-all, for once, Angena actually felt... intimidated. She never backed down from a fight, and was very confident in her ability to perform in combat. She was also pretty good at haggling to sell items... with a hefty use of intimidation, of course. In her own world, that was all that really mattered. This world, however, was different... and this situation could not be won with force. She had to be like those models in those old magazines. Clean, pretty, and refined. Outwardly, Angena seemed incredibly confident in her looks. She knew she had some seriously appealing features, and had used them to her advantage before. But still, in the back of her mind, her parents' words gnawed at her. Doubt lay underneath her psyche, fueling the show she put on for the world. She could even fool herself, sometimes... But being near these models brought back some relevant, painful memories to the surface of her consciousness. --- A young Angena, perhaps not more than six years of age is sitting underneath a damaged car with its front-end raised. She wears tattered cloth rags, not having reach the age of importance to earn actual armor. She's currently in an old scrapyard, with rusted metal and junk filling the area. The sky is a depressing gray, sunlight struggling to push through the web of clouds and reach the irradiated landscape. Other members of Angena's tribe are milling about - mostly various demons, though a couple humans are also present. Some are drinking copious amounts of alcohol, while others are brawling, with little regard for each other's safety. The small fire demoness is reading an old magazine, which looks to have been stained with dirt long ago. She coughs momentarily, spitting mucus on to the dirt beside her. Radiation sickness could be devastating on the body... But of course, adults were too important to send into heavily irradiated rooms to obtain the valuables within. Children are expendable, and thus the first to take this job. They are also, paradoxically, the last to be given RadAway, the Wasteland's cure for toxic radiation buildup. Unless things became truly severe, to the point where she would be of no use at all, she is expected to just wait out the sickness. Angena didn't mind though... She had managed to get several decently-priced goods, and in return, she had been given a can of ancient tuna. Any food was good food, in the wasteland... All-in-all, she looks skinny and unhealthy. Still, she has a smile on her face, as she flips through the magazine. The pages show pictures of various races - human, jakkai, demons... all together, wearing beautiful styles of dress. There is plenty of text on the page, but Angena, being unable to read, ignores it. "So pretty..." she says quietly as she gazes at the fine gowns and lovely tops the women wore. What would it be like for her, if she had been born in that time? What had happened to the world to make it such a harsh, unforgiving hell? Angena didn't fully understand, except that there was some big war, and huge explosions everywhere. Suddenly, an older fire demon woman comes into view. She looks much like Angena, but older, harder. One of her eyes has been covered with a patch, no longer present to gaze at the broken world. "What is that?" The way she emphasized her sentence made Angena cringe automatically. The young fire demoness scrambles to hide the magazine under an old toolbox, gasping. The elder fire demon, who was clearly her mother, snatches it from her. Violet eyes scan the pages derisively. "Why the fuck are you wasting your time reading this trash?" the demon demands of her daughter, fire in her eyes. "This is fucking useless. YOU are useless." "It's... th-they're... they're pretty..." Angena manages to squeak out, looking terrified as she looks up at her mother. "Pretty?" her mother replies, tilting her head. "You know what 'pretty' gets you out here? It gets you fucking nothing. And that's a good thing, since you're nothing but an ugly little bitch. And you will never be anything more but a useless, ugly piece of shit. Frickin' hell, you can't even beat your fellow rodents in a fight yet. You're a worthless, prissy little bitch. You weren't even worth using a damn birth control pill on. Sometimes, I wish I had just taken one so I didn't have to deal with this prissy-ass shit!" A clawed hand swings out, smacking Angena so hard across the face she falls over onto the ground. Tears spring to the young demon's eyes, before she closes them, shivering. Her mother's hand suddenly bursts into flames, while it is holding the magazine. The ancient paper seems to crumble into ash, flames devouring its body. She dropped the magazine on the ground, and stomped on it. "Listen." The mother's eyes stare with contempt at her spawn. "If you don't harden the hell up, you're going to get your fucking head shot off. We don't have time for this 'pretty' bullshit. If I hear you being a frickin' girly sissy again, I'm going to take away your weekly dose of RadAway. Maybe you'll puke out those stupid-ass thoughts. Frickin' unbelievable the shit I have to put with..." With a sigh of exasperation, the mother walks away. Angena watches the burning magazine, her only comfort, slowly disappear into naught but a pile of ash. The small demon's eyes show a mixture of fear and grief, but also, lurking deep within, there was something else... Hatred. For everything. She'd show that bitch, one day... She'd be the biggest badass of them all... --- Yes, there was definitely a reason Angena was the way she was... And, though she tried to shove that bitch out of her memory, her mother's words often haunted her. The old fire demoness had been ripped apart by a Deathclaw awhile back... and Angena did not mourn her. Yet even now, Angena wasn't free of her parents, not really... their words would always stay with her, bringing her down inside her own head. "...Hey..." Angena said, waving a claw tentatively. "...So... yer... models, eh?" She didn't really know how to start the conversation, but at least she ended the silence. "Cool... we're... wanting to try that too..." Edited by Lifon, Jun 15 2012, 05:06 AM.
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----- "Soul of the mind, key to life's ether. Soul of the lost, withdrawn from its vessel. Let strength be granted, so the world might be mended. So the world might be mended." - The Maiden in Black ----- "Losing SUCKS!" - Chief Dey, the greatest ROTC instructor to ever live. Rest in peace, Chief Dey! 1/14/10 | |
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| The Enemy | Jun 15 2012, 05:01 PM Post #368 |
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TANK NUT
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Uff. And so we meet the competition, who has to help us. Ah well, hopefully we can get things in order. ED, run scans of everything in the room. The little floating robot beeped twice, before it started to move around- not getting in anyone's way, but seeming to take pictures of everything. It certainly seemed. . . rather odd. Klien, for his part, seemed to give a distraction to this, seeming rather more confident than his mate, Angena, saying things like "I'm Klien, the lovely lady next to me is Angena." - before giving her a peck on the cheek- "The other lady, is, Amaya" -He gave a glance at her, not seeming like he really minded her being there, but didn't want to strike up conversation. "We three have much to learn. Please, teach us well. Because nothing is more embarrasing than being made a fool because you don't know better." He seemed quite friendly in his manner, just a bit. . . off. Nothing to worry about, really. That said, his clothes were dirty, his hair messy and unkept, some oil and grease distributed randomly about his person. He. . . wasn't stylish, at all. More like a worker, really. Edited by The Enemy, Jun 15 2012, 08:22 PM.
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Crazy is relative Insanity is the spice of life You may not be interested in war, but war is interested in YOU! I mean, hell, if we went back in time with a briefcase nuke and just glassed a section of the desert we'd be worshipped as omnipotent world destroyers a couple thousand years later. | |
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| Dendyn | Jun 15 2012, 11:17 PM Post #369 |
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The pen of Ice
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"Angena, Amaya and Klien..." The fish scaled lady said as he looked at them with interest. She stood up... and proved to be a rather tall woman... 1.86 meters tall. That was... really tall. With the light, her skin was glittering here and there as she then merely chuckled. With a really southern accent, an accent of the USA. "Lose you' formality eh? We're now friends! Buds!" She said as she continued chuckling, looking dignified... but rather with a weird countryside girl voice. "C'mon! Lighten up! This is not a mili-... Bleh!" She said as she got hit with a pencil. She turned around as July was standing up. "Kyara, don't be disrespectful." She said as she walked to the group. Now THIS was the true meaning of nobility class standards! Her movement were fluent, slow, and graceful. There was no way to tell that she was not of noble sitting. How could anyone say otherwise? Her feathers shone, her eyes glittered, but her feeling was the most influential part of all. She didn't look like a monarch, she didn't believe to look like a monarch. She believed that she WAS a monarch. "Why did he look at you would be a bad question, but rather... what is an angel, a demoness and a human travelling together? One who reeks of oil too..." She said as she truly pointed at Klien with that comment. She didn't wait an answer and just continued. "I'm going to ask you, what is a model?" She said as walked to them. But before they could answer, she answered herself. "Models are not people, are not statues. We're a vision. The vision of the artist that we represent, and the vision of the world that we try to maintain in peoples eyes. We can't appear to be weak, nor careless, for we are the pinnacle of the world of fashion... and high society." The man nodded as he then merely replied. "Agreed." He had a truly sweet voice. "Now... what do you want to represent to the people, what do want them to feel for you?" -------------------------------------------- "Pity... Really... pitiful." Lag said as he looked Lizard bee and sighed. "Look... you saw how powerful Jacks was..." He said as he walked back and sat with his back on a tree. He lost all sight of joyfulness and said. "If I let you continue like this, you will only be a nuisance to the whole plan. You are too good. That is not a bad thing and I'm not asking you to change it." "But I'm asking you to be prepared to assume that the world is not dandy and beautiful but it is worth fighting for. To able to take a stand and say "I'll protect this world..." with real intention behind it" "Do you think you can do that? If you can't, I'll take the Tool and leave you be, and you can forget me and all of this for a happy life of bliss ignorance." Edited by Dendyn, Jun 16 2012, 06:12 PM.
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| ReFreeze | Jun 16 2012, 07:00 PM Post #370 |
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Sysh, the consuming darkness
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The lizard bee sat there for a little bit, got up, and continue walking. "Let's just fucking do this.", is all he said as his blank face showed that well... He did not really have much to loose. He didn't have anything, but then again he could of been the best thing to beat Jacks. What better person to fight then one who does not have something that can be held against them? Like a damsel in distress or an antidote to a poison...? He sighed, looked back, and realized he got a good distance away from Lag. "Come on.", he said. |
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| Lifon | Jun 16 2012, 10:55 PM Post #371 |
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Angena briefly beamed at Klien. While Angena was feeling a bit out of her element, she did get some comfort from the fact that Klien was with her. And he called her a "lovely lady," too... It was actually the first time anyone had used such regal terms to describe her. Sure, she had gotten whistles at bars before, or called a "sexy bitch," but Klien was complimenting her in a way that made her feel good, not immediately turn and smash his face in. In fact, she quite liked it... She gave him a peck in return, feeling a bit awkward at her stab at being "romantic," but willing to try her best for Klien all the same. The lady with the fish-scales seemed rather laid-back, and pretty friendly. She was taller than Angena, and had an odd accent she did not recognize immediately. She had a bright smile, which fit on her picturesque body in a way that made Angena, who rarely smiled genuinely, a bit jealous. However, if she had been jealous before, the feathered model July transformed that into intimidation. The woman was not only beautiful in her physical appearance. Instead, she seemed to emanate nobility with every little movement. Angena didn't know how to describe it... She had never seen anyone in her homeland act that way, except in holotapes and magazines. Which, admittedly, made sense... this entire competition was a relic of the time before the Great War in the Wasteland. It was everything Angena had imagined as a child. The elegance, to go along with the glamor. Angena wondered exactly who this July really -was-. Surely it couldn't just be a model, could it? Perhaps a Chieftain of one of the giant tribes in the area? That wouldn't surprise her... The Chieftain of Italy, where they had been previously, would surely have looked so rich and noble, given the gigantic land his or her tribe contained. Angena, normally an aggressive, fearless brute, found herself searching for words. The right ones. She couldn't screw this up... July asked repeated questions, without giving them time to answer. Still, Angena found herself pondering the model's words. A "vision..." She supposed that was how she had viewed models before, in a certain way. A vision of a time long gone, a time that would likely never come again. A scene of a world that was still whole, and filled with nice things the people would never truly appreciate. Nice things that, eventually, would be burned and abandoned... and left to be scavenged many years later. "What... I want to... re-present..." Angena said slowly, her brow coming together in thought. Re-present...? Her mind suddenly raced - what did that mean? To give back a present someone had given you? To give the present to someone else? To... what!? Why the hell was she so damn nervous? She calmed down after a moment, and realized she could use the second, easier sentence to tell what the first meant. What she wanted people to feel for her... Images flashed through her head. A metropolis, a paradise lost. Cars old and rusted, unusable... buildings crumbling, monstrosities brought by radiation ruling the dead city. People at each other's throats, constantly. Entire wars being fought over a single super-market filled with food. All those things that once were had been lost, and mortals had fallen... "I wish to show them the beauty of their world, its..." She paused. "Majesty, and give them a desire to keep it whole. Remind them of the good that exists, the huge amount of luxuries they have, for not all are so lucky, in all worlds. And... it will all come to an end, if they forget what they have." Edited by Lifon, Jun 17 2012, 03:39 AM.
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| The Enemy | Jun 18 2012, 07:30 PM Post #372 |
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TANK NUT
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Klien blushed bright red when she kissed him on the cheek back, glad to have her there. Being able to distract himself with her around was a boon in such a. . . different, situation. After hearing them finish talking, Klien finally spoke up, thoughtfully. "I. . . I would try to represent Progress, of how things change with time, for the better. Not that you can be a fool about it, but that things do change, things move on, time does not stand still for anyone. Trying to show people that it isn't something bad, I'm not quite sure." He tapped his chin, still thinking. Probably the most promising thing to try and represent, after all. Especially since I do build fancy things, after all. And it doesn't require me to be all fancied-up and glittery. Just look neat-o and futuristic. |
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Crazy is relative Insanity is the spice of life You may not be interested in war, but war is interested in YOU! I mean, hell, if we went back in time with a briefcase nuke and just glassed a section of the desert we'd be worshipped as omnipotent world destroyers a couple thousand years later. | |
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| Dendyn | Jun 22 2012, 03:52 PM Post #373 |
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The pen of Ice
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Lag stayed where he was as he then said. "Bee san" He said with a smile as he then added. "Don't be so gloomy. You are not as bad that you think you guys are. For the time in ages, you could stop Jacks..." He said as he looked at Lizard bee as he then said. "It's not the end of the world... Specially if Jacks got what I think he got. I'm guessing he got the Soul Gem?" |
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| ReFreeze | Jun 22 2012, 04:06 PM Post #374 |
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Sysh, the consuming darkness
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"Yes he does...?", the lizard bee said as his tail moved slowly as he walked. Where was Lag going with this question...? |
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| Dendyn | Jun 22 2012, 04:15 PM Post #375 |
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The pen of Ice
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He walked to Lizard bee with a sly face on his face as he said "Are you REALLY sure he got that, or do you think that someone before him got it WAY before he thought he got it?" |
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| ReFreeze | Jun 22 2012, 04:17 PM Post #376 |
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Sysh, the consuming darkness
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"... Could be possible...", the lizard said walking still, he then stopped and said, "Where are we going again...? Also to be honest I guess I assumed the worst due to well... It feels like this crazy adventure has been a slow downward slope into bad thing." |
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| Dendyn | Jun 22 2012, 04:21 PM Post #377 |
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The pen of Ice
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"It is not possible, since it what happened. Yours truly..." He said as he bowed his head. "Got the Soul Gem WAY before Jacks knew about it. It gave me a security life. I can't die and I just reborn with anything I want. Foxes are cool looking, so I've been sticking with this form for quite a while. But... I don't have it anymore." "A certain talking golem has it" |
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| ReFreeze | Jun 22 2012, 04:24 PM Post #378 |
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"...Nice.", is all the lizard bee said. His tail moved slowly at the thought. "But... just in case even if I forget don't give a hint about who might have it... I'm still worried about Jacks...", he said as he looked around a bit. "Seriously where were we going again...?" |
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| Dendyn | Jun 22 2012, 04:26 PM Post #379 |
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The pen of Ice
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"Man, you are really not the over joyous one huh..." He said as he stopped and walked to a tree trunk. Lizard bee recognized the place. IT was they met Lag for the first time. "We'll train here and you will have to obey me for a while now. Now... What is Nature, what does it do, and why does it hold it's place in the Trinity of gods?" |
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| ReFreeze | Jun 22 2012, 04:31 PM Post #380 |
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Sysh, the consuming darkness
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"To be honest seeing as the chaos going on I guess I'd rather be cautious... And let see..." The lizard then sat down near the trunk and thought a bit. "Nature... Could it be for the natural beauty and related to plants...? Oh no no no It's because it can be good and bad at the same time? Like a tornado and then a gentle breeze?... No..." The lizard gently pushed at the stump a bit trying to figure it out. "Oh maybe because it always finds a way to thrive?!... No I think that's life not nature... Maybe it's related to a circle of li-... no that's life again, not nature..." The lizard sighed as he looked at Lag and simply said, "I have no dam idea what to think right now... I feel like a random piece to a puzzle... that's not even related to the puzzle itself..." |
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| Fiskpinne | Jun 23 2012, 11:52 AM Post #381 |
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RP Legend
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"Well this seems interesting" Amaya said with a chuckle and looked at the group they had been left with and checked out the room they had been left in with interest. She was kind of excited to do something else then her job, it was a really rare feeling for her to do something she truly wanted instead of just working so she took great enjoyment into this. "What I want to represent huh... hmmm probably something from my country so... something traditional but modernized perhaps?" Edited by Fiskpinne, Jun 23 2012, 02:00 PM.
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| Dendyn | Jun 25 2012, 11:53 PM Post #382 |
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The pen of Ice
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July looked at them with deep eyes and shook her head as she gazed her eyes down. "You may have a pint of resolve... but you don't have something... Never mind that, the clothes will look good on anyone that can wear them. We are just mannequins, so to speak" She said as she began to circle the group. She then took a special close and really personal approach to Amaya... And by personal... I mean she was groping here and there... perhaps a little too fondly. "Interesting..." She said as she looked at her. July, although acting now a little inappropriate, she was still acting all high and mighty. "We can definitely make this work... Mmmm.... Yes...." She as a little devilish smile could be seen. July grabbed Amayas hand with a great grip, like a girl that had found a new toy, and took her out of the room. Kyara sighed as she said "I do hope that your friends know how to defend herself... Because she will have the fight of her life with her. She may not look like it, but she is one of the champions of Fencing." "Anyways... Angena, come with and Klien will go with Fernando. I think that way we can try different clothing and I can teach you how to stride with elegance and how to pose." She said in a more composed tone as she walked to the door. Fernando nodded with his head as he then blushed. "Please... do." "This is not because we're trying to separate you, but more because... We need to see you as naked as possible". ------------------------------------ Amaya was taken to July's room as she then quickly pushed her inside the room. The room was not small, rather large. With a lot of mirrors. "We furry creatures need little to no clothing to exhibit our precious fur! Our precious body!" She said as she looked at Amaya and said "You and me... will have a fun time to together trying clothes and make up... don't think?" Something in the tone of the voice sounded like she had a little more than that in mind... ------------------------------------ "You are not wrong and you tapped a little bit on the answer." He said as he jumped to the branch that he had been before and just smiled. "Nature is not a elemental that you can really categorize, since in theory it exists in both magic, machine, life and Time. But... None of those elements could work without Nature. This particular element may not be the most powerful." He said as he moved his hands and the vines began to move. "But it is one of more useful." "Now... Nature's itself is what you can call balance. The peace of the storm and the rage of the storm both exist in the same page. One minute you can just be there sitting all tranquil and the next, earthquake can occur. Both sides of the coin are that." "All of us nature based Searchers have one trait in common, we represent a duality. We have 2 sides that could very well define our state of mind. Like me." He said as he closed his eyes. His red and black fur transfused to a deep black fur as the colors back to normal. "That was my Battle... or rather, the Pure Evil state. I can only go to that state in extremes moments of calm... or battle." He said as he began to breathe heavily. "And ... it drains a lot of energy." "My task... as a Protector... is to have you unlock that trait of yours. I don't know how... But that is my mission" |
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| Lifon | Jun 26 2012, 12:56 AM Post #383 |
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Slayer of Demons
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The demoness blinked with surprise at July's sudden, sharp change in behavior. One second, she had seemed a classy noblewoman, radiating an air of superiority. Now, however, Angena saw what lied beneath that lovely visage... a predator on the prowl. She wondered what kind of bird July had in her... Because it certainly looked like a hawk, the way she snatched Amaya with a keen eye, and dragged her away unwillingly. It was unexpected, and basically had Angena just thinking: "What the frickin' hell?" Sheesh... there were people looking to get laid in her home-world who were pretty damn upfront, but the pretty model's sudden advances to Amaya caught her off-guard. They were about as subtle as a gunshot. "She'll be fine, she's to- wait. What." Angena stared at Kyara incredulously. "...Naked? Seriously?" Was this some weird-ass model shit? Angena now seemed particularly wary to those around her. Her back stiffened, and her demeanor changed from (relatively) pleasant to very guarded and cautious. What had caused this shift in behavior was not apparent to anyone but Angena. The model's words brought memories to the fire demoness' mind... --- "Come on, bitch, stop squirming. You know you love this shit." The words came from the mouth of an earth demon... he looked to be around thirteen or fourteen in the face, but his body was already showing the great size of his kind. He wore a tattered shirt... and nothing else. Yellow eyes stared at an Angena of about the same age. They were filled with selfish lust, tinged with a bit of sadism at the squirming young Angena, who was pinned against a wall. The fire demoness' clothes had been torn, and were not serviceable anymore. Fear showed in her eyes, as she stared at both the earth demon, and two other men... a water demon, and a wind demon. Their faces were masks of lecherous smiles, as their eyes leisurely looked over Angena's young, but already well-developed form. The four were in an old, abandoned home... burn marks covered the walls, and the wooden floor had long since rotted away, revealing a cracked foundation. "S-Stop it! Let me go!" The crimson-furred woman struggled, to no avail. Her eyes were a mix of fear and panic. It was clear what was on the males' minds... was there anything she could even do to stop it, being so outnumbered and overpowered? Her mother would disown her for sure, if she didn't just kill Angena on the spot for letting herself be taken advantage of. "Naaah, sweetheart, you're ours. Nobody even knows where you've gone, and nobody's going to know. If you say a word, heh... There might be a sad little 'accident', yeah?" the wind demon quipped in response, his face wrapped in a hateful smirk. "And we wouldn't want that either..." The water demon continued the line of thought. "After all, you're a fine bitch, to be able to bang on command, whenever the hell we want." The wind demon's hand reached over to cup one of her breasts. At this contact, a sudden fire exploded in Angena's mind. The fear in her eyes turned to pure hatred. More than just hatred... Murderous disgust. "...No... Fuck all of you." Angena's courage had suddenly been bolstered. She was a tough broad... she wouldn't let these assholes do this. She'd rather they just frickin' kill her. This was a damned mess... What happened to Angena's skill? She let herself be captured during her sleep, and be dragged away to this godforsaken place. She'd rectify it. If she died, then whatever. The world sucked anyways. And if she lived... she would gut every one of these bastards. "Aww, she's suddenly got some figh- SHIT!" The wind demon, who had put his hand on her, suddenly found his entire arm covered in flames. Angena's eyes glowed a solid, monochromatic violet, showing her great rage. They would burn... all of them. Flame suddenly exploded forcefully out from Angena, liquid fire clinging to the forms of the three men. They shrieked, falling back, as the flames licked greedily at everything edible in sight. The room might as well have been Hell itself, with the great inferno it had become. Angena gazed coldly down at the squirming men, and watched as their fur burned away, then their flesh. They cried out for mercy, and tried to defend themselves, but the liquid fire covered their eyes and ears, overwhelming their senses.p And then, just as quickly as it had come, the rush of power that had filled Angena left. She once again felt weak, and vulnerable... but it did not matter. The three fallen, horribly burned corpses of Angena's would-be rapists lay on the ground. Angena struggled outside of the house, and just in time... It soon collapsed in a great gout of flame. Angena's legs then failed her, and she found herself tumbling against the cold dirt, unconscious from exhaustion. She would wake a day later... more empowered than ever before. --- This... was different, of course. Angena slowly calmed down as she thought of why the models might actually want to see her nude. It was... she guessed, something to do with the clothes she was going to be wearing. More importantly, they were just asking... which meant if Angena did strip, it'd be of her own will, on her own terms. If she decided they crossed the line, she easily had enough power to deal with them. Besides... maybe she could use this to her advantage, eh? Since Klien had to be taught as well, after all... They seemed to be operating under the belief that she was ashamed to be naked in front of him. Hell no, she knew what she had. And she wouldn't say no to seeing what he had either. "Why not just teach us together? Save the hassle, do it twice as fast. I don't give a damn, he's mine anyways," Angena said, looking to Klien and shrugging. It could be a powerful card for her, as well... They had just gotten together, but she wanted to make sure Klien didn't leave her. This, she hoped, would be a step in that direction... If the models weren't too prudish, anyways. |
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| The Enemy | Jun 26 2012, 01:16 AM Post #384 |
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TANK NUT
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Klien listened to the models talk, taking note of how Amaya had been dragged away. . . he'd have to be careful. He seemed to agree to what was being said, until Angena asked to be taught in the same room as he would be. With her. Probably stripped pretty far down. After his brain started to work again, he blushed brightly, his mouth opening, then closing. Twice. Wait, what? In the same room as her. . . with us wearing nearly nothing. Why. . . why the heck not? I'm for it. Klien finally spoke up, speaking firmly enough to not stammer. "I'm going to go with Angena's idea. Lets both get taught at once, in the same room. So we can learn faster." But by the blush that still lingered on his face, Angena knew that her suggestion had gotten through his defenses, and got through quite well. |
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Crazy is relative Insanity is the spice of life You may not be interested in war, but war is interested in YOU! I mean, hell, if we went back in time with a briefcase nuke and just glassed a section of the desert we'd be worshipped as omnipotent world destroyers a couple thousand years later. | |
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| Dendyn | Jun 26 2012, 02:12 AM Post #385 |
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The pen of Ice
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The models looked at each other as they both received the answer and said "Well... this room is the make up room, you kno', the powder magigle. The dressings rooms are divided by genders, so that we don't... Hmm... Tempt ourselves. You can imagine why. Although sometimes..." Kyara said as she sighe. "Crazy folk like July happen to be in this ship... and you have to darn careful." Fernando took a step forward as he then said "Intention... amazing... unnecessary." He said in a few words. He walked to the door as he invited Klien to follow. Kyara followed Fernando and said "Better get movin, we have LOT's to do if we put your sweet little butt in a dress." |
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| ReFreeze | Jun 26 2012, 03:35 AM Post #386 |
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Sysh, the consuming darkness
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"So...I guess you are going to try doing that...?", the lizard tilted his head, to be honest he knew the chances of himself being trained to do that... calm before the storm kind of fighting would be very hard to do... or impossible at the current time... He stretched and said simply, "I have a feeling that the training will take... a very long time to do... So maybe we should try doing some other stuff perhaps...? I don't know... I'm confused as hell as to what to do...", he said as his tail moved slowly. |
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| Lifon | Jun 26 2012, 05:21 PM Post #387 |
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Slayer of Demons
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"Alright..." Angena replied, follwing the two professionals. She wondered exactly what Kyara meant, when she said -lots- to do... the actual preparations behind modeling were, for Angena, a complete mystery. She just knew they looked pretty, wore nice clothes, and showed them off to people who might want to buy them or just enjoy them. Beyond that... she knew very little. "Make-up" and "manicures" were both foreign concepts to the fire demoness, who lived in a world where most of society had much more to worry about than keeping their personal appearance at its peak. Angena had sometimes found old supplies used in the Pre-War world... empty tubes of lipstick, some blush in a long-forgotten purse, that sort of thing. But she never really knew about any of the uses for that... Her kind wasn't really known to take particularly well care of themselves. So, with a bit of hesitation about what exactly she was getting into, Angena went to the female dressing room with Kyara. "So... what does this... err..." she asked, clearly outside of her area of expertise. "...What do we do here, exactly?" She looked blankly around. "Do we just... pick clothes?" |
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----- "Soul of the mind, key to life's ether. Soul of the lost, withdrawn from its vessel. Let strength be granted, so the world might be mended. So the world might be mended." - The Maiden in Black ----- "Losing SUCKS!" - Chief Dey, the greatest ROTC instructor to ever live. Rest in peace, Chief Dey! 1/14/10 | |
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| The Enemy | Jun 26 2012, 11:35 PM Post #388 |
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TANK NUT
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Klien followed Fernando, seeming more than a little put down by their refusal to try out the deal- even though it wasn't convinient. He was a guy, after all. Darnit. Ah well. Probably better this way. But I would have liked to see Angena like that. Soon, I had reached the changing room. The things in there seemed. . . rather well organized. I just didn't know what any of them did, really. "Well. . . I don't know what any of this does. I suppose we better start." |
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Crazy is relative Insanity is the spice of life You may not be interested in war, but war is interested in YOU! I mean, hell, if we went back in time with a briefcase nuke and just glassed a section of the desert we'd be worshipped as omnipotent world destroyers a couple thousand years later. | |
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| Fiskpinne | Jun 29 2012, 08:41 PM Post #389 |
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RP Legend
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Amaya rubbed the back of her head as she said with a raised eyebrow "...It will be fun?" She thought this situation was entirely interesting and she wanted to see where it went so she would keep playing this game for as long as she needed to. And it was a fun distraction from her deeper thoughts and she could perhaps learn something valuable about disguises here otherwise. Amaya tilted her head towards her and smiled. |
Infinite in mystery is the gifts of the goddess. We seek it thus, and take to the sky. Ripples form on the water's surface. The wandering soul knows no rest./ "LOVELESS" ACT 1
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| Dendyn | Jun 30 2012, 02:34 AM Post #390 |
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The pen of Ice
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The models took Angena and Klien through same corridor, until they reached to 2 doors. Fernando and Kyara both opened one door as they invited them to enter. Angena looked at Klien and he looked at her. First time to be separated. But... they were not going to far and the prizes were definetly tempting. They both entered their respective rooms and saw what was inside. The room were the same. There were 2 chairs in front of a big mirror, with a many racks of clothes behind them. In front of the mirrors were many makes ups both in bottles and in natural state. There also appeared to be a closed door. "Now..." Kyara said as she looked at Angena with great interest. "You asked me before if just picked clothes. That is a understatement. Models need to first look their best. You and Klien have noticeably been travelling for quite a while now, but... you must first take a bath using this oils..." She said as she took some bottles and passed it to Angena. "Once your washed up, we'll continue." Klien had Fernando on the room. With haste but elegance, Fernando picked the bottles and gave it to Klien "Oils... for bath." He said. Both of them, a little bit skeptical at first (And curiosity gaining more ground on Angena), they both quickly went inside the bathrooms and took a quick, but through bath. The came out fresh, smelling like vanilla or forest berries, with their skin and fur gleaming at the sight of a candle light. Their claws and finger nails were cleaned up too... And the oils seemed to have also healed many scratches and wounds they had on the way over here. Some still remained, but they were not as big anymore. "Now that you look presentable, NOW we can talk about clothes..." She said as she took many dresses and gave it to Angena to try. Fernando nodded happily as he then too began to take clothes out the rack and said "Try them... on" For the next hour, they decided on the clothes they were going to wear for the runway, in which order and how easy or difficult it was going to be to walk. The senior models taught how to walk and pose with the many clothes as Klien and Angena. If they found it fun or bothersome... it was the call of each one. ------------------------------------- "That's the spirit!" She said as she walked to Amaya and said "Ok, first though you need a bath... A really... really..." She said as she got closer and closer. "Baaathh..." She said as whispered in Amayas ear. She pointed at the bathroom in the door and said. "If you need help... You can say. I would more than glllllad to help you..." She said. ------------------------------------ "Hmm..." He said as he looked at Lizard bee. "Do you know of anyone... anyone that can help us? Someone of your species... Or a scientist or something?" "I mean... You are not a normal species... So I don't really know..." |
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