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Post by Darkwave Das Ich on Nov 17, 2006 12:56:58 GMT -5
"This is where it all began." Darkwave sighed. He was born here. During a time when it was a vacation spot. A tourist attraction if you will. It was so ancient, yet so new. Darkwave always got a headache from this place but never knew why. It was like there was some powerful force within these walls. Which he had only been in twice. When he was born and now. He thought this might just be some sort of coincidence. A demon mom. A human dad. I don't get it. Is this place a portal for the demons too, for the devils?
Darkwave was sitting against the very wall he was born at. The Mother seemingly died when she had her two children. It was an act. She was as alive as her children. But, her location was unknown. The father dead.
Darkwave looks upward at the stone ceiling. It looked cold and dank. Never been washed in a thousand or more years. He wished he knew a bit more about this mother of his. And her past as well as his own.
A trickle of water splashes into Darkwave's eyes. He quickly closes them and blinks twice. Is this place my actual home? This castle? Filled with so many books and paintings, this place would be ideal. But not in its condition.
Darkwave stands up from his place and enters the door on his right. The fountain room. The the Lion staring from the other side. I always wondered about that. What did it mean?
Darkwave felt another presence. Someone was here. Darkwave pressed his birthmark and teleported to a hidden place in the room. He knew, whoever it was, was coming in the very room he was in. Who are you? Darkwave thinks outward. As if he was telepathically asking the other man.
(OOC: Anyone can join in from this point!)
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Post by Ishmael Kingsglory on Nov 18, 2006 23:45:47 GMT -5
Ishmael stalked into the room with gray feathers falling as he passed by desolate book-cases and monuments to devils and angels that he once may have known. He was not here for a tour of his past, but as he entered a small alcove of ancient literature with a second story balcony hanging precariously on ancient stone he slowed his stalking gait to a cautious stroll. Though his eyes were closed he saw the room more clearly then anyone ever would have with their eyes. "Come out..." His tone came with a freezing edge that put the ancient ice of a glacier to shame.
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Post by Darkwave Das Ich on Nov 19, 2006 10:14:06 GMT -5
Darkwave saw a man, or a demon, or an angel...? He couldn't tell. The powerful energy he emited was demonic. But his appearance, was somewhat, angelic. His feathers that he left behind were another clue to what he might be. Was he... a half-breed?
Possibly. Darkwave himself was. Half-human at first, and still half-demon, or devil if you will. He had a mishap that turned his human side into a full-blooded vampire. But technically, that wasn't true. He isn't full-blooded vampire. He's also half-devil. His kind were rare. Half-devil, half-vampire breeds rarely exist too. He was lucky. In a sense. He really wasn't lucky though. Beforehe could control he blood-lust, and eat normal human food without the need of blood.But now with the vampireside to him, it's manditory to have blood, or else I die after a long period of time.
"Come out..." The creature had said. The man knew he was here. He pressed his birthmark and teleported to a safe radius of the man. About 10 feet away. Good closing distance if they where to get intoa fight.
"Hmm... How where you able to sniff me out... and so quickly at that? Are you one of the military "Special Forces" that were sent after me? I can sense your power. Puny next to mine if you ask me..." Darkwave asked his first question in a sly tone, the next with a interrogating tone and the last two comment with his own goofy tone. He liked to keep in a good mood. It kept him from thinking about the intermediate past. Alot can happen in two months. Darkwave drew his guns from the holdster behind him. and twirled one and his hand while aiming with the next.
"If you've come to kill me, give me your best shot. If not, leave now, your wasting my time. I'm trying to remember some... ancient history here."
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Post by Ishmael Kingsglory on Nov 19, 2006 14:55:19 GMT -5
"Haha.... HaHAHAHAHAHAAAHAAHAA!!!" Ishmael laughed as the man raised his guns and pointed one at him while doing some frivolous trick with the other. "You really believe guises such as this?" he made a sweeping gesture over his body and clothing. "Let me just say that I am far more powerful then you will ever come to imagine." Ishmael raised his head and for the first time opend his brilliantly purple eyes. "My reason for being here is no different from yours, but if YOU get in MY way I'll hold no qualms about destroying you."
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Post by Darkwave Das Ich on Nov 19, 2006 17:07:56 GMT -5
The man before him let out a laugh, a cackle if you will. It sent a tiny chill down Darkwave's spine. He hated cackles. "Guise? 'Zat short for disguise?" Darkwave said as the man showcased his clothes he was wearing. "Hmm. Nice knacks your wearing there but, uh, I'm not easily fooled. Your energy's too demonic to make me think your some sort of angel. As for those feathers. I'm clueless."
The man spoke again. His sentance got Darkwave fired up. "Come again?" Darkwave asks, "I can imagine powerful, and your nowhere near the kind of power I've seen. That is... Unless your hiding some of your... true... power, parhaps?"
Yet again he spoke.Who was this guy? He was treating Darkwave like a child. "Ok, hotshot, one more word out of you and you're going to have a bullet in your brain, and as for destroying me, fat chance. You have no idea who I am do you?" Darkwave said as he stopped twirling the other gun and pointed it to the other man's head.
"You got a name, bub?"
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Post by Ishmael Kingsglory on Nov 19, 2006 23:48:46 GMT -5
"Call me Ishmael." The Fallen Seraph said as he gave the man a tight smile, knowing that if the man knew his history he would know the original Leader of the Seraphim. The amount of power that this man was sensing was a fraction of a fraction of a fraction of what Ishmael was truly hiding behind his white clothed exterior, and Ishmael truly pitied the fact that he had to keep the man in the dark long enough for him to find the book he was looking for.
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Post by Darkwave Das Ich on Nov 20, 2006 12:21:08 GMT -5
Darkwave looked at the man and rose the other gun that was pointing at the man's chest to his face. This guy doesn't care if he's got two guns to his face. He was calm. Darkwave looked to his left. Damn. A shadow cat. Those are somewhat hard to defeat. I can't believe what I have to do to reach those things core.
"Hey, Hotshot Ishmael, if you want to earn some of my respect- kill this thing. They're tricky little shits." Just as Darkwave said that, four more appeared. "Wow, and I wasn't even allowed to the party. That's downright rude." Darkwave took one of his guns and aimed at the original cat. "So, uh, Hotshot, you wanna dance with me?"
Darkwave let out a smile as he began shooting at the cat while bringing the other gun around shooting at the other four in turn, finally settling on the one he was rested on with his first gun.
"Show me your power. Hotshot!"
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Post by Ishmael Kingsglory on Nov 20, 2006 17:14:31 GMT -5
"Hmph..." Ishmael grunted while lazily raising his left hand and suddenly dissapearing in a flash of white feathers. Hundreds of white flashes of steel and gunshots rang out as Ishmael exploded into existance with dual blades in his hands alternating with a huge decorative shotgun, flashing in and out of existance once, twice, a hundred times around the group of cats while his blades tore through their black outer layer and reducing them to tiny black bleeding pieces in a dazzling display of swordwork. "Bleed..." He said as he suddenly appeared on the second balcony, a blade held in one hand and the monstrous white steel shotgun in the other.
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Post by Darkwave Das Ich on Nov 20, 2006 17:28:45 GMT -5
"Damn, you got moves. You've got my respect. But can you keep it? You want a one-on-one no-holds barrel match? See some REAL power...?" Darkwave said with emphasis on power.
"Or would that be too much for Mr. Fancy Hotshot? Meet me in the basement." Darkwave said as he pressed his birthmark, instantly teleporting there.
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Post by Ishmael Kingsglory on Nov 20, 2006 21:56:56 GMT -5
"Hmph..." Ishmael grunted as he the man made his departure. He weighed the no doubt flashy trial that this man had put forth and the alternative.... and casually turned to browse the books in the library, the cats still spewing out purple black essence.
* two hours later *
Ishmael stood on the scond balcony, books littered the ground everywhere, opened and earmarked on information he had needed. He hummed softly and solemnly as he reached for yet another age worn volumn and opened its brittle pages. His eyes scanned the pages, absorbing its contents and suddenly a smile entered his face. He shut the book and put it back on the shelf, "Ah... I had forgotten about you."
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