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Post by Keller Valentine on Nov 26, 2006 16:02:27 GMT -5
" I am so not in the mood for this," a delicate female voice spoke. The voice belonged to a demonic, angel halfbreed named Keller Valentine. She was stand watching two demons, she pulled out her guns and shot them both in the leg watching as they both fell. She didn't know how but somehow she'd cut her left hand, cause it was now bleeding. " Great..." she whipered, she threw White Ghost at the two demons to finish them off. She picked up her sword then jumped onto a rooftop. Such fond memories I have of London, she thought to herself.
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Post by Ishmael Kingsglory on Nov 26, 2006 17:46:46 GMT -5
Ishmael, for the first time in a long time, was walking around a city with little to no purpose. He wasn't searching for anything, he wasn't trying to kill someone, and he wasn't training. 'So strange...' he concluded as an angel half breed landed on the rooftop in front of him. He didn't take much notice and simply pushed her out of his way. He didn't enjoy it when people interrupted his contemplation...
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Post by Keller Valentine on Nov 27, 2006 7:40:14 GMT -5
She stayed on her feet, she wasn't about to be pushed around, she wasn't that kind of girl. Keller smiled coldly as she regained her balance, her eyes locked on him. This was one angel you didn't want to get on the wrong side of. She pulled out her gun and aimed it straight at him. " You had no right to push me and it was a big mistake on your part."
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Post by Ishmael Kingsglory on Nov 27, 2006 19:24:22 GMT -5
Without giving her a second glance Ishmael continued walking past her, obviously consumed by thought. He seemed oblivious to just about anything aside from the fact that he was moving forwards.
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Post by Keller Valentine on Nov 28, 2006 6:55:11 GMT -5
" I hate guys," she hissed as she moved into shadows, she couldn't be bothered for the likes of him. Her mind was floating with thoughts, she'd had a message from her daughter which concerned her to no end. She looked around. Where am I going? she thought to herself. Keller back flipped to dodge an attack. " Why me?" she whispered.
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Post by Ishmael Kingsglory on Nov 29, 2006 14:07:21 GMT -5
The devil's scyth suddenly clattered to the ground as it was reduced to dust from the blast of a titanic silver and steel plated shotgun. Daedelus still looked right through Keller but he held the giant thing in a single hand, and the recoil barely made his arm move. Suddenly three Hell Vanguards erupted from the air around him and swung their scythes inwards, all three cut through thin air as Ishmael erupted into the air and with a kind of casual grace. As he wove through the threeshots he nonchalantly aimed his tri-barreled shotgun downwards and pulled the trigger down fully. Three shots rumbled off the tips of the barrels as the demons looked up in unison, and three essence enhanced shots tore past their upturned faces shattering the demons completely. Ishmael landed at teh same time the shells did, and within a moment he had reloaded his gun. He still didn't seem to see keller.
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Post by Keller Valentine on Nov 29, 2006 16:53:47 GMT -5
" I tire of this!" she said as her hair blew straight into the air, she jumped from the rooftop, landing silently. She moved swiftly through the streets, no stopping for anything. She stopped suddenly and backflipped out of the way of a blade. She reached over her shoulder and drew White Ghost. " Come on them!" she said calmly. She spun the sword over her head then lunged at the demon, stabbing down on it's chest, pinning it to the ground.
She sighed as she sheathed her sword again. She felt something hit her hard in the back of the fell and then she was falling.....
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Post by Ishmael Kingsglory on Nov 29, 2006 18:20:34 GMT -5
"Hmph..." between blinks Ishmael was suddenly standing next to her. "Your even slow at falling..." A huge black cloaked demon writhed in his right gauntleted hand as he lifted it up and crushed its skull in his hand. The thing writhed and then fell to the ground like white dust. His other hand grabbed the back of her boddice's corset and kept her from slamming into the ground while the small demon took another step forwards, reclaiming its thrown scythe. "fool..." Suddenly he was standing with keller on his shoulder and a huge 12 foot long fullblade in the other at full extention roughly 20 feet from where they had been the second before. Flashes of steel tore past the demon and Ishmael and keller were alone. Ishmael's senses told him that no demon auras remained in the twisted dirty and murky alleyways of Britain's lower city. "You still asleep?" He asked to the woman on his shoulder who had been hit by that thrown scythe.
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Post by Keller Valentine on Nov 30, 2006 16:30:15 GMT -5
Keller groaned. " You try being hit on the back of the head with a scythe," she said as she weakly raised her head. Her eyes were unfocused and her vision was blurry. She looked down, finally having feeling back in her body, her feet weren't touching the ground. " You should of let me fall but thank you for catching me," she said softly. She shimmered from his shoulder, appearing infront of him, they were barely two inches apart. Her darkened eyes search the area around her then looked down at herself, she quickly checked herself over for any cuts that might needed tending to but there was nothing. Her palm was pulsing with pain, her tattoo was glowing, she felt weaker. She felt her legs go weak under her, she locked her leg to keep herself on her feet. Come on Keller! You've been in worse fights...but then again you have been asleep for a year. Time to start working out again....I need to lose some weight.... her own thoughts haunted her mind.
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Post by Ishmael Kingsglory on Nov 30, 2006 22:14:43 GMT -5
Ishmaels whole stance gave off the air of independance and strength as he looked down at her with purple eyes that could only be described as those of a demi-diety. His every look gave off the sensation of a judge passing judgement. "Hmm..." He hummed softly as his habits took over subconciously and he lookedthe woman over, spending a significant amount of time on her cuts and bruises. "Is there something wrong?" he questioned softly as he calculated the amount of injuries she had taken and divided them among the amount of foesshe had slain. "I've never seen anyone take so many injuries from rouge Prides." He didn't mean the remark as an insult, simply a statement of the facts.
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