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Post by killdragon on Jan 3, 2007 7:05:50 GMT -5
OOC: It's KillDragon Valkyr, not Valker. =)
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People were gathering, they had witnessed something... extraordinary, a person with black wings had fallen from the sky. Some people mumbled he was dead, while other were saying that he wasn't human, which was, actually true, but normal humans aren't supposed to know those things.
The winged person had created quite a big crater by the impact. Grumbling he got up, obviously looking mad. He grabbed a scythe that was laying near him. While holding it in one hand he turned around, looking at the crowd, then, without notice or warning, he swung the scythe in someone's forehead. He ripped the scythe out of the person's head as he fell on the ground. As people started to scream and run away he laughed.
"Who.. Who are YOU!?" He turned around to see who asked that. A little girl. "My name... KillDragon Valkyr, if you must know." He looked at the girl and swung his scythe at her, but instead of slicing off her head, it went right through her. The girl laughed and vanished.
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Post by Ishmael Kingsglory on Jan 4, 2007 23:51:45 GMT -5
"Having fun brother?" A voice said as an immaculatly white robed man sat with his head shrouded by his cloak. "Or is it your first time falling?" A small smile had obviously crawled across the whie clad mans lips by the way he chirped the words. He sat nonchalantly on the fountain, confident and unconcerned at the obvious insanity of the angel before him. An aura of eternal emptiness eminated from through his clothing as pure white feathers floated on the wind around him, some gray, and some splattered with blood.
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Post by killdragon on Jan 5, 2007 15:06:23 GMT -5
"Fallen many times. Just never from the gates of Heaven." KillDragon turned around to see where he was. "So.." An evil smile came across KillDragon's face. "Where are we?"
He did not wait for an answer and walked across the street, opening his hand to create a fireball in it. Kicking away some rubble he slowly unfolded his wings. He fiercely swung them as he got lifted for a short while. When he got back on the ground, the fireball that once existed in his hand was heading toward one of the many buildings in the area. He turned around, looking at the stranger that had spoken to him.
"Well?"
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Post by Ishmael Kingsglory on Jan 16, 2007 3:06:50 GMT -5
(lol sorry i was gone for so long)
The form had disapeared in a blast of white feathers and reapered a moment later, intercepting the fireball and holding it at arms length in the palm of his hand. "Understand that I made allowances to your first reaction.... but I will not make any more... If your behavior continues to prove.... problematic... I will be forced to kill you..." with the last 2 words Ishmael clenched his fist and crushed the fireball in his palm, reducing it to cinders. Eight pure white wings erupted from his back, fitting up 8 perfectly fit slits in his cloak and announcing him as a Seraph. His hood still covered his face but his identity would probobly already be known to the fallen angel.
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Post by killdragon on Jan 22, 2007 11:53:06 GMT -5
Yes, it was known to KillDragon who he was. It, however, did not scare him one bit. The crushed fireball was a very weak ball. KillDragon looked around. "Forced to kill me huh? How are you so sure that you are able to do that?"
"You still haven't told me where we are." Looking at the Seraph he chuckled and grabbed Fukushusha, his katana. KillDragon wanted answers, yet he also wanted to leave this place. The Seraph was annoying.
He opened his hand once again, and a small fireball was made in it. Throwing it up he swung his katana at it, slicing it in two.
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Post by Ishmael Kingsglory on Jan 22, 2007 14:06:37 GMT -5
"Your confidence is amusing but misplaced, I envy the one who will put you in your place one day." Ishmael shook his head and crossed his arms as he landed mid step. "This is Tokyo Japan if you really must know." As he spoke alarms sounded in the distance as special forces vans tore around the corner and screeched to a halt. Men in black suits poured from the back of the vans, pulling out heavy weapons, assault rifles, sniper rifles, shotguns, and laser weaponry. "FREEZE!!!!" one man shouted.
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