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  1. DarthXan318 Manager Emeritus

    Member Since:
    Sep 12, 2002
    star 6
    IC: Kale Elysar
    Downtown London, England

    "Yeah, OK," Kale remarked, turning away. Waste of time. Sakimori could obviously understand English; the fact that he was choosing not to speak it was plain exasperating. His (unnecessary) translator was dead, what was he doing?

    Kale didn't especially care.

    He walked over to Mina and Clive. Well: more Mina than Clive, but they were nearish each other. "Let's go," he said. "There's nothing here."

    TAG: Trimaj, Peng, Sarge, London
  2. WINKWINK Jedi Grand Master

    Member Since:
    Dec 15, 2008
    star 1
    IC Berruin Hashier
    Delaware




    Purposefully cutting off anything the Malakh might have been about to say Berruin turned to the rest of the group and said theatrically "By the way, names Berruin Hashier, [es i know it's weird] nice to meet you" he turned to the women who had also spoken "Especially you miss Lyn"

    He then said "And I'm STILL waiting on that cell phone" ending with a berserk smile.
    no reason, just because.[face_dancing]





    Tag... you scary people who are all now staring at me strangly and wonderingifmyheadisonstriaght!?!?!?!...:cool:
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  3. Sarge221 Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Sep 9, 2006
    star 5
    IC: Saito Sakimori
    UK, England, Downtown London

    "Yeah, OK."


    Saito had to stop the smirk that wanted to appear on his face at Kale's apparent disregard for the Japanese man. He wasn't entertaining any fantasies, Saiot figured that Kale - and thus, the other members of their party - knew that he could understand and speak English fairly well. And yes that may mean that the services of his late translator may've been unnecessary but that hadn't been why Saito had asked for his services. There was the need for some direction in navigating through London of course but, with the fact that Saito may end up meeting with others in this quest that he found himself on, the translator was to be a smokescreen in a way. To let those that he would meet feel a bit secure around the non-English speaking Japanese man and allow him to get a better read on them.

    Richards having his head turn into butterflies was not part of that plan at all.

    As Kale walked over to two other members of their party, Saito took a step forward as well, thinking that he may as well follow them. They all seemed stuck in this same confrontation and, from what Saito had seen, they were fighting on the same side at the very least. Speaking of their group...

    Saito turned to look at the poor man that was off to the side drinking a soda, the one that named himself Mac.

    "Sannyuu?" he questioned, motioning his head to the rest of their group. Coming?. From what he had seen so far, Saito felt that there was more to the homeless man then his appearance portrayed.

    TAG: darthramza, Ktala, DarthXan318, Peng, Trimaj, NickLitYouAFlame
  4. Ktala Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Sep 7, 2002
    star 6
    Carolyn Summers (Lyn)
    Near Campus in Newark, Delaware, USA

    As they waited for the Malakh to reply to the barrage of questions, one of the men in the group suddenly turned around. Being quite theatrical, he spoke, "By the way, names Berruin Hashier, [es i know it's weird] nice to meet you." he turned to the women who had also spoken "Especially you Miss Lyn."

    Lyn had to pat poor Max's back, as he began to growl softly in her purse. "Behave!" she said softly. Alf was laughing.

    The man added, "And I'm STILL waiting on that cell phone." ending with a berserk smile.

    Lyn looked at the man, and simply nodded, shrugging her shoulders. "Dont have one...sorry." She looked at the rest of the group who was now quiet. What now?, she wondered to herself, as they waited for their new visitor to speak.



    TAG:WinkWink, Deleware group



    Mac..
    Downtown London, England, UK


    "Yeah, OK," one of the men said. Mac was watching, but staying quiet. The man walked over to another man and a woman. "Let's go," he said. "There's nothing here."

    Mac was willing to simply stay where he was, but the other man, the one who had looked at him earlier turned. Mac perked up with interest.

    The man turned to look at him. "Sannyuu?" he questioned, motioning his head to the rest of their group. Coming?.

    Mac thought a moment. He then nodded. "Yeah."

    HGe walked over to his cart, and with a swift move, hooked one shoulder into a shoulder strap that was built into his cart. It snapped shut, quickly protecting his objects inside. Slinging it behind him, Mac finished he soda, and began to walk behind the oriental dude, keeping his distance from the others. He personally coudlnt care less what the others thought of him, but he figured he would run into some more fun creatures to deal with. Besides, THEY had told him that he should follow them anyway. He could find out some answers maybe. So he followed along with a quick step, his eyes keeping track of anyone or thing that might come too close.

    Mac suddenly wished he had some french fries.

    Maybe they would pass some place interesting....


    TAG: Sarge, London Group

  5. The Great No One Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Jun 4, 2005
    star 8
    IC: Nazmina Lazzal/ Downtown London/ England
    Some alley


    Not much had happened, but what was there to really do at this point? The now very apparently Japenese man had bowed to the now no longer extant corpse of his translator, most decidedly irritated with the Shedim for destroying the man, and then given his name. That was it. It was hard not to roll her eyes at this. It was exceedingly obvious the man spoke and understood English, Saito was just hiding behind the ignorant foreinger schtick which was certain to get old very quickly.

    Kale jumped in, not unexpected, and gave his full name, Idiot, followed by asking what brought the man to sunny England. Snorting softly she said nothing as the homeless man jumped in giving his name as well. Mac, short and Scottish. Rather odd, since he looked neither. He was exceedingly uncouth as well, belching for the umpteenth time. The dislike had perhaps been instant, and it was only growing. Respect, however, was begrudgingly given. Not many would have stuffed something explosive down a hell hounds mouth. Fewer would survive to tell the tale, not that Mac seemed terribly interested in telling tales of any sort.

    Mister Sakimori had aparently deciphering Kales question and comment, even though Mina could tell he had understood perfectly. A one word reply in Japanese was the only reply. Muttering under her breath she nearly turned away, but remembered her orders. I have to work with these... These people. My price just got even steeper, Samael. The Shedim were going to pay through the nose for this.

    Decideding that it was a decent enough time to give her name, or at least part of it, she was about to speak when Kale seemingly forgot what they were supposed to be doing. He voiced his oppinion that there was nothing there, which in some ways was correct. In others it was amazingly blind, which she was sure Clive had realized as well. There most certainly WAS something here, and when a photographer, one foreign immigrant and some homeless guy decided to fight hell hounds out of the goodness of their hearts (or some equivalent) it was worth investigating. Regardless of personal feelings about said people.

    As he stood next to her, she whispered "Orders Kale." Hoping that would get the point across, she looked and saw that two of the others were joining them. Baggy and the Samurai man had approached, and stood somewhat out of place in their little circle. It was obvious the three knew each other, and that likely had something to do with it.

    Looking at them again, she did something of a double take as Mac now had the kart strapped to his back. It made for one very odd backpack, and surely was anything but light. Her arm gave a twinge and she looked at it vaguely irritated. None of the others appeared to have been wounded in their little skirmish, and she was quite thoroughly disgusted with herself for not being more on top of things. Hell hounds were a piece of cake compared to some of what she had done, and yet here she stood with a cut for her arrogance. It was a lesson she would certainly not forget. Drawing on a little of her power, Mina healed her arm. While doing this she looked at the two that had joined them, "Naz." She was giving nothing more than this, and hoping that they had forgotten that Beelzebub had said her full name. If not, then the list of people who knew it could be expanded to five. A fact for which she was extremely displeased, and would be added to her price as well.

    As none of the others had any apparent ideas as to what they should be doing, Mina started walking out of the alley. She assumed they would follow. A part of her was rather shocked that the Malakh hadn't presented them with an offer. It was really the perfect opportunity. Pick your side now, oh mortal, and forever rest within the bed you have sown. Your rewards will be vast for choosing to perform actions towards the greater good. Mina's question had always been, who's greater good was it specfically? The answers she had recieved were
  6. BultarSwan Founder: Grand Rapids, MI FF

    Member Since:
    Jul 5, 2003
    star 10
    IC: Claire Glass, Delaware

    Claire blinked her eyes several times as she tried to focus on this new person, one who called himself Fravashi. She squinted and cleared her throat very softly. Claire?s eyes returned to normal and she straightened her posture. She thought momentarily of the lecture she had to prepare and swiftly brushed it from her mind. It would have to wait. She was too tired from the shock and strain on her body, mind and soul. And there was yet more. Another spirit came from the black void and spoke to the group.

    ?Howdy, folks, name?s Fravashi. Sorry I couldn?t show up sooner, I was a bit tied up dealing with a Gate in California,? he took an apologetic bow while lifting his hat in greeting. ?Shame I couldn?t get here in time to help Mr. Brown, but c?est la vie, I suppose.?

    Claire focused on this new person, wondering what he would offer them in return for favor. He seemed the same in appearance but was certainly different in other ways. The sensation she got from Fravashi was one of brightness. Sharp brightness. And he was tied up but sent here anyways. It was already too late for one. The scenario didn?t seem like a positive one to Claire. As a man jumped around in front of the Malakh and started speaking in a loud, hurried voice, Claire jumped and her eyes widened. Without really thinking about it, she move closer to the other professor.

    "By the way, names Berruin Hashier, [es i know it's weird] nice to meet you" he turned to the women who had also spoken "Especially you miss Lyn"

    He then said "And I'm STILL waiting on that cell phone" ending with a berserk smile.


    Claire just stood there, having no idea what to say or what to do. She surreptitiously glanced around at the people that she could see and then up at Professor Bryant.

    TAG: Delaware group, Ramzzza
  7. Ramza JC Head Admin and RPF Manager

    Administrator
    Member Since:
    Jul 13, 2008
    star 7
    La Plata, Province of Buenos Aires, Argentine Republic

    IC: Ahriman, the Lord of the Transient


    ?Right you are, Mr. Brown. You are indeed a very fortunate individual,? Ahriman replied with a grin, looking around at the invasion force. Judging solely by his visual estimates, the city of La Plata would be under complete Shedim control within the hour. Magnificent.

    ?This is La Plata, Argentina, soon to be our base of operations,? he continued, indicating the surrounding infrastructure, ?It is, of course, only the first stepping stone in our route to the Earth and, ultimately, the Malakh?s spiritual realm.? He paused for a moment before he pulled what appeared to be a cue card out of his breast pocket. Donning his glasses, the Shedim agent quickly skimmed its contents, which were written in an unearthly script, and replaced both the card and his glasses in his pocket again.

    ?Apparently now I?m to introduce you to the other members of the Council of Six. I myself just got promoted today, it?s pretty exhilarating. Well, that right there,? he said, pointing to the Shedim on the throne, ?Is Lord Samael, our king. He doesn?t talk much, but when he does? best that you listen.? He then guided Brown over to what looked to be a tough, bald man in a white tank-top and slacks. ?This is Avaddon, the Lord of the Pit. Avaddon, this is my new recruit, Mr. Ko-Garfield Brown.?

    ?Pleasure to make your acquaintance,? Avaddon said with a nod. He turned to Ahriman. ?I take it you actually got an open signer??

    ?Yes, it was splendid. Yours were secret, then??

    ?Yeah, and, I might add, a hassle. Even had to unleash the pit on one fellow.?

    Ahriman paused, recognizing the weight of this statement. ?Let?s move on then, shall we?? he asked Brown, pushing him along to the next council member, a seemingly handsome man from the left side, dressed in the height of seventeenth century fashion. Of course, Ahriman knew better than that, and sure enough, when the man turned he revealed that his right side was decayed and rotting, his suit in tatters. Like decadence and death in one package. ?This is Ashmedai, the Lord of Ruin,? Ahriman began, before being interrupted.

    ?Ko-GaRfIeLd BrOwN, I pReSuMe?? Ashmedai stated, his voice a bizarre mixture of two tones. ?TeLl Me, MiStEr BrOwN, dO yOu FiNd My ApPeArAnCe UnSeTtLiNg??

    Ahriman gulped, and hoped Borwn answered the question correctly. He knew what happened when it wasn?t.

    TAG: Blu (KG)

    Near the University of Delaware, Newark, Delaware, USA

    IC: Fravashi


    ?Not exactly,? Fravashi replied to Mr. Hashier with a pleasant smile. ?You see, you?re already here because of us, the Malakh. So by just being here you work for us. Does that make sense?? He pulled off his sunglasses, eyes closed, and wiped them on his coat. He replaced them before continuing. He always had to keep his eyes close when his glasses were off. The sight of what his eyes actually looked like? well, it could be a bit shocking.

    ?As for your question, Lyn,? he began, turning to face her, ?It?s certainly a pertinent one. You see, my people, the Malakh, are at war with Ahriman?s people, the Shedim. This war has raged since before what you folks know as time even began, and at its focus has been one very important object.?

    He drew a rectangular shape with his forefingers in front of him. Within a second, an image appeared in the space he had outlined.

    [image=http://www.ka-gold-jewelry.com/images/model-contest/1179272509.jpg]

    ?Metatron?s cube: the single most powerful source of spiritual energy in all existence. For countless millennia the Malakh have used its energies to good ends? but now the Shedim have taken it, and are using it for their own diabolical ends.?

    He snapped his fingers, and the ?screen? changed to a view of a city, being overrun by hell hounds and all sorts of fantastic, horrific beings. ?This is the city of La P/>
  8. Beeblebroxh2g2 Jedi Knight

    Member Since:
    Feb 13, 2009
    Nettle
    Chicago Suburbs


    "Give me one good reason why all but the most fanatical of us shouldn't just pack up and get on with our lives, really."

    Nettle's voice was soft and full of memories older than her body when she responded to the hot-tempered motor-head. "Those who watch from above often do things for our own good, even if we cannot see the good ourselves." The sadness in her tone was soft and sweet, as her quiet words drifted through the various hustling and bustlings of the group. She spoke again, this time addressing the high ranked Malakh. "Isn't that right, Michael."

    Though from a medical standpoint Malakh were genderless, Nettle's mannerisms were decidedly feminine. And she was young. With her relative youth came an enthusiasm that was uncommon amongst her brethren, which led to her rapid ascention through the ranks of the Malakh. Today, she was among the elite, preparing to go on a routine scouting mission of the mortal's world, to check visually for any of Lucifer's trickery. As she stood proud in the approximate center of warrior-scouts, she glanced around, anxious for the mission to begin. To the left and to the right of her stood other brave individuals, clad in their personal armor, carrying their weapons, crafted for them by Hephaestus in accordance with their fighting styles and personalities. The glistening weaponry shining in the un-natural, or supernatural light---

    Nettle shakes her head, a slight movement that jogs her out of her relapse. That one was particularly long. She glances around to see if much time had passed, but people's eyes were focused on Michael, expecting him to respond. So only moments had passed. Her grip on her spear, tightened to white-knuckled desperation in the time of her memory, unclenches to hold the shaft with relaxed confidence. Her quiet exterior indicates comfort with her surroundings, but underneath her facade is a tightly coiled spring of aggression and fear. She has no idea if Michael even recognizes her. Or what his reaction will be to the aggression of the two men. What his reaction will be to her.

    Tag: Ramza, Chicago Group
  9. Imperial_Hammer Manager Emeritus: RPFs

    Member Since:
    Sep 25, 2004
    star 5
    IC: Father Benson
    Location: Chicago Group

    As Father Benson was commanded, so too did he respond. The man rose from his knee and stood. His cross was still charged, though now it seemed there was nothing for him to use it on. He would have to use the power for good deeds.

    The angel looked at the body and apologized for his lateness. So this... Metatron.... it must be his word for God, had found it suitable for the group to be tested. Understandable. Such was Satan's way, the tempter, and Satan was answerable to the Lord. The Father did not harbor any anger towards this. Such would be excessive pride, to put himself above God. Like a sword to a flame, a tested faith was a strong faith.

    Then the angel began talking about... their next mission? So the priest was officially recruited into some group of Good. As God willed it then!

    He also spoke of the secret of soul restoration, and that the.. Shedim? .... Satan? ... all of these new names were quite confusing. No doubt he referred to evil, in their invasion of the earth. And in Argentina as well. What a peculiar place.

    It was all very clear, despite the magnitude of it all.

    He had no questions. His faith was completely with God. If he was needed in Argentina, to Argentina he would go. If he was needed to fight demons, he would do so.

    TAG: Chicago Group
  10. blubeast1237 Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Apr 10, 2007
    star 5
    Anubis
    -Between Space


    Metatron had told him what he had needed to know, but Anubis had never thought to question on. Well, that was not quite true. He had always assumed that Metatron was a God, or at least what humans would consider a god to be, that had called upon the young Egyptian to serve him. It was a honor and so he did what he was told. Sometimes, Anubis would consider questioning Metatron on how this all came to be, the war, the Shedim, even Metatron himself. Though, as Thanatos had said, it might have been beyond his understanding, so Anubis dismissed the pressing need to ask.

    Now, however, things were starting to come together in his head. Anubis may not have been a genius, but this story was easy to catch on to. He still stole a moment to consider if he, in fact, did have any more questions. One question that came to mind was what was the cube made of. However, he bit his tongue and thought of a more, dire question.

    "Where do the Malakh and Shedim roam? An alternate universe or merely a far off corner of the page of our universe? For Samael is opening a gate to that place, wherever it is, and unleashing his demons."

    Tag: Ramza

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    KG Esonne Brown aka Mr. Brown
    -Argentina


    At first, Mr. Brown wanted to cry at the terror that was the Lord of Ruin, but something stopped him. He realized that it was how right and fitting the Lord of Ruin was here. His appearance seemed only to shadow the terror that was the invasion of countless demons in the background and foreshadow Samael on his throne of bones. No matter how he would have felt under different circumstances, KG could not find the expected reaction that anyone else would have in his mind.

    Instead, Ko-Garfield answered the man's question in honesty. "No, not really. Rather, it exudes power. The suit is awesome, either way."

    Tag: Ramza
  11. The Great No One Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Jun 4, 2005
    star 8
    IC: Nazmina Lazzal/ Downtown London/ England
    Some alley


    Apparently her senses were up to snuff, as a strange apparition in an old style coat the color of red came flying past them only to smash into a nearby telephone pole. As if that wasn't enough to tell her who this was, the white ears extruding from the top of the beings head were the clincher. Before she could say anything Putto introduced himself, and held out a hand to shake. This was something of an abnormality for any spiritual being as it was a truely human gesture. He's been learning from someone.

    For some odd reason she did actually kind of like Putto, even though she could never quite figure out why. Maybe it was the simple fact that it was nearly impossible to feel like rubbish around him? Despite her like of the Malakh, she still always felt vaguely uneasy around him. Like something she didn't want to be known was about to be revealed, or a slight case of stagefright. Both were easily ignored.

    Taking the beings hand she squeezed it with perhaps a bit more force than would be expected from a person as small as she was. "Putto, what exactly are you late for?" This was the first time that day her voice came out pleasantly, the musical quality of her accent vastly more apparent than before. Thankfully the Malakh knew to call her Naz, as she'd grown exceedingly tired of having her full name said everytime she was around a being of the spiritual realm. It was an irritating habit most of them had.

    Silently she moved to the side, not sure how the others were going to greet the rather odd being that stood before them with it's infectious childlike enthusiasim.


    TAG: LONDON, RAMZA

    OOC:
    i'll post avinash later. everything i'm writing for him is total rubbish.

    :snoopy
  12. Sir_Draco Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Aug 19, 2007
    star 4
    Rufus Jameson
    Palace, Nepal

    He still leaned at the balcony while listening. The story was so over-dramatic, it was probably true. So he had got some truth after all. Better than nothing. He wondered who she was. Talking about something like this as if it was a long time ago and looking 25. Probably 30 at best. He couldn´t say he was surprised she wasn´t what she posed to be. But the question what she was remained.

    At least he had pretty much figured out on whose side she was. Someone digging like that to use you, needed allies. And both sides of the war were not desperate for guys like him, he assumed. She was pretty much alone, he guessed. Fighting for herself and herself only. That were always the most dangerous ones.

    "Anyway, we are in trouble. The King is probably selling us out or negotiating to save his own skin as we speak, is he?" Folding his arms he sighed. "So what is this all about? What do you think?"

    Tag: Sinrebirth
  13. greyjedi125 Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Apr 29, 2002
    star 5
    IC: Nibiru Vajra

    Suburbs of Chicago, Illinois, USA


    "Wh...what?" Nibiru managed to mutter. Suddenly, it felt like he was caught inside a slow moving nightmare.

    The Arch Angel Micheal, he said he could not help the Egyptian. Anubis he had called him. But wasn't that the Jackal headed diety of the underworld? Certainly that wasn't "THE" Anubis himself. But that wasn't what caused Nibiru's head to feel as if it would explode, that was not the source of his discomfort.

    The source was Michael himself.

    Nibiru's Spiritual Focus vibrated softly in his hand, and the former monk could interpret its vibrations like spoken words. Something was not right with Michael, the Captain of the Heavenly Host.

    Nibiru had felt it only a few times in his life. Pure Holy vibration. He'd felt it in Jerusalem and when he'd visited Mt.Sinai. He'd also felt it in Turkey, when he secretly visited Mt. Ararat and sneaked past the turkish militia. A sudden and unexpected snowstorm was the only obstacle that prevented him from getting closer to the actual source of the vibration. Michael The Arch Angel, foremost of all beings of his kind, should have been causing the same reaction, just alot stronger; but he wasn't. Somehow his vibration was...off.

    Nibiru shook his head, almost refusing to believe this, perhaps the vajra he held had become damaged....somehow. The object had never failed him before and had been sanctified by an enlightened being. This was most disturbing.

    Nibiru needed a moment to think.

    It was likely, though he found it hard to believe, that after all these eons of struggle, the Arch Angel was experiencing some sort of crisis of faith. But how was that even possible?

    How could Michael not have absolute faith in The Creator? Did the stars in the heaven's not follow their course through the firmament even now?

    Or maybe...just maybe, even an Arch Angel could use a rikindling of hope through his dealings with mortal believers.

    Nibiru watched as Arch Angel Michael rose, having been only partially listening.

    ?That?s it!" The Arch Angel declared. " If you can somehow procure the secret of soul restoration from Samael when we send you on the mission, you can revive him! It won?t be easy, but it could be the perfect assignment for you folks.? He turned and nodded at the others.

    Nibiru shook his head dubiously, this time finding the courage to look up at the Arch Angel.

    "Wait. What mission? and what do you mean? Do you not possess the secret to soul restoration?...but a Demon does?"

    The young monk could not keep the incredulity he felt from evincing in his tone of voice. Somehow things were not turning out the way he had expected.

    Micheal continued speaking and Nibiru had to wonder if he had been heard at all.

    ?In two days from now, we will be transporting you to the city of La Plata, Argentina, where the Shedim have begun a full-scale invasion of the Earth."

    Both of Nibiru's eyebrows shot to the roof of his head. A full scale invasion had begun and they were going to wait two days???

    "You?ll be acting as a squad of sorts, so best get those introductions out of the way now. And if you want out, speak up, this is your only chance. Any questions??

    A million questions suddenly flooded the monk's mind, but he could not find the means to voice even one.

    "Those who watch from above often do things for our own good, even if we cannot see the good ourselves. Isn't that right, Michael."

    Nibiru's head turned towards the sound of the voice and was surprised to hear the Winged woman speak. Her voice seemed full of melancholy for reasons that Nibiru could not begin to guess.

    Nibiru was surprised by her familiar tone and was made to wonder for a moment. He opened his hand and moved his spiritual focus in the direction of the winged woman. It vibrated softly in response. Ahh. So, that was the reason. Now he understood, if only a little better.

    Before he could take any other action, a sharp pain caused Nibiru to wince. His
  14. Rally_Fan_84 Jedi Knight

    Member Since:
    Jan 14, 2009
    star 3
    IC: Cid Bowe
    Chicago Suburbs
    Michael seemed to have plans for the group that were handed down by a great cosmic monkey or somebody who thought the majority of them were dumber than they appeared. It was bad enough that he was outclassed as far as divine gifts, but it was even worse that he would be dragged along with the rest of them to La Plata. They apparently didn't have anything else to do with their lives, but he did, and frankly he had yet to be convinced that such things were divine in nature. He had seen the ugly side of humanity and not one angel had stepped in to intercede, nor had he found any other demon but those that resided in the twisted minds of men.

    "Well oh winged one, the padre and my misguided monkish friend here may be wowed into kissing your ***, but you have failed to convince me in any respect. Obviously these people have greater spiritual gifts than I, plus your kind obviously have the power to intercede but wont.

    Therfore, go deal with the problem yourselves. If somehow the end of the world comes about, it will be on your hands and your conciseness. Myself, I have my own life to lead, another season to conquer, and a championship to win."

    With one final wave of his hand, he turned on his heel and started walking back towards his waiting car. He truly was tired of being a pawn and could come up with no good reason to follow the rest of these people into a problem that the "angels" refused to take care of themselves.

    Tag: Chicago Group, Michael (Ram)/>/>
  15. The Great No One Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Jun 4, 2005
    star 8
    IC: Avinash Ekagrah/ Palace/ Kathmandu/ Nepal
    Summoning Chamber/ Private Quarters


    Silently the King sat listening to the Shedim before him. The news that Beelzebub was behind this was not terribly pleasant, as that particular madman had a history of causing problems for EVERYONE. Sadly the only real information that Avinash recieved was that Rufus was to be recruited into the war, and it was being left up to him as to what to do with him. Well, if the man wanted answers then that was a nice little carrot to dangle before him.

    Before Iblis started talking about the other man, the other ancient, Ekagrah felt something niggling in the back of his mind and knew that the man in question was now standing just outside the doorway listening. Suffice to say this did not put him in the best mood in the world, knowing that his private sanctum had been invaded by some nefarious outsider who had likely been alive for who knew how many millenia. Arrogant *****. What gives him the right? Still, the information that he recieved was extremely interesting. The biblcal Cain, first to slay any member of the human race, would indeed be a not terribly pleasant individual to mess with. Supposedly kiling him would result in something of a curse. Not that he really believed that, but there had to be some reason he was still alive.

    On the cue that he should ask the motive for himself, Avinash grabbed his staff, rose and turned to look at the doorway. "You may as well enter. It was only a matter of time until you did so, it would appear." His voice rose above the snakelike hiss for the first time that day, and his voice held something of a resonate quality to it. One that was used to command. Staying utterly still, he waited for the door to open, and whoever this Walther Kane person was to enter. Iblis was not dismissed, as even if he could not actually do anything to this individual he could still prove useful.


    TAG: FINS, RAM

    :snoopy
  16. Mitth_Fisto Chosen One

    Member Since:
    Sep 29, 2005
    star 6
    IC: Laxtiin Bach Kiar (Little Fugue)
    Delaware

    He shook his head sadly, he had really hoped for a counter offer instead of a 'you already work for us' ploy. It just smacked of we are better because we say so on both sides, although the Malakh at least had kept their influences low key while the Shedim if the images were correct had no such trifling scrupples.

    "I guess there isn't much choice then. I am Laxtiin Bach Kiar, or Little Fugue. I for one though would like to know if there is a reward for services rendered beyond sense of fulfillment and on the job training if we servive, and if that includes raising the dead? As that offer was already made by the Shedim, a counter offer on your part might inspire...action from some."

    He had said it, in so many words. What about his family, his parents, and what about this other mans family what of what all of them whish they had not lost or would not loose? His story was fine, but as for the world...it was too abstract to truly care. The personel things, that would be what drove people to act. If they could get that from save the world and Malahk's nebulous putookus' so be it, but he wanted, needed more.

    TAG: Delaware
  17. Ramza JC Head Admin and RPF Manager

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    GM Notice: 24 Hour Warning! Get those posts in. Get them in NAOOOOOW!:p
  18. HanSolo29 Manager Emeritus + Official Star Wars Artist

    Member Since:
    Apr 13, 2001
    star 6
    IC: Jeffrey Bryant
    Near the campus, Newark, Delaware, USA

    Jeff stood warily as the spirit spoke, digesting his story carefully when the hairs on the back of his neck rose as if someone was watching him. It was an uncomfortable feeling and he swallowed self-consciously before daring to glance over to the area directly beside him. Just as he feared, someone was indeed watching him. It was his co-worker, Claire Glass.

    Natural tendencies instantly took over and he could feel his cheeks starting to grow warm with nervousness. That was never a good sign and almost always led to certain doom when it came to striking up a conversation. He had to get a hold of himself and remain in control. Breathing in and out several times, he felt the temperature of his face returning to normal as he smiled warmly at Miss Glass.

    By this time, the spirit had ceased his lecture and Jeff found that he hadn't been listening as closely as he should. He was aware that this Malakh had asked them to join him on some sort of crusade against the Shedim, but apparently he had missed the details. It was the perfect opening. Perhaps Claire caught what he had failed to comprehend.

    "Did you happen to catch the end of that?" he asked nonchalantly out of the corner of his mouth as he leaned closer to her. "Something about a war? Did I hear that right?" His green eyes turned to look at her directly. "Are you willing to go along with all this?"

    TAG: Swan, Ramza, Delaware
  19. DarkLordoftheFins Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Apr 2, 2007
    star 4
    The Man
    Palace, Nepal

    He heard the King, but he was in no hurry. The two security guards before the door began to search him immediately, the moment their King revealed there might be someone. He smiled. Lovely targets. Trained, dedicated. They would fight. Struggle for their petty little lifes. Or die to protect a man who would . . . in the end . . . only live a few moments longer. Years. Perhaps a century. They had no idea of the fundamental truth of being alive. It ends. Sooner or later. He had to teach ´em.
    He took a little stone from a plant decorating the corridor and threw. One of them fell for the trick. The other one didn´t. Walther decided the smart one had just volunteered to go first. Made it easier for him. For the stupid one Walther would take his time. A minute could be an eternity at his hands.




    Three minutes later he opened the heavy doors. The blood of both guards still drippling from his left hand. Wearing his black shirt and black trouser of finest cotton close. An ordinary man. Smiling he lay his head to his side, taking a long look. The drums were still drumming. Dadamm. Dadamm. Was it for him? Was it? He wasn´t sure. If this man was to lead him to the drums true target it would be a mistake to kill him. He needed to know. Something was different. Special about this set of drums.

    "Hey there." He grinned. Unaware of how predatorial his grin had grown lately. Then, after deciding not to strike immediately, he turned to the Shedim. "Iblis. Haven´t seen you since Xerxes II. reign." He laughed out. "Still around?" Only then he left the doors to close and entered the room.
    "Hm . . . we have never met, have we? My name is . . . argh. He told ya, didn´t he?" Kane laughed a bit. Circling the King. Something nervous, restless in his hands. Moving while he spoke. The two guards had revitalized his appetite but had been nowhere near satisfying it.


    Tag: Trimaj, ramza


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  20. BultarSwan Founder: Grand Rapids, MI FF

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    Jul 5, 2003
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    ic: Claire Glass, Delaware

    As Claire was watching him, Mr. Bryant turned to look at her. She noticed the change in his posture and how his cheeks flushed ever so slightly. When he smiled at her, she had partially tuned him out to listen to what this character named Fravashi was saying. Argentina? That was some distance. Claire had no idea how they would manage to do that and put their lives on hold. It was in a way insane. Here was this spirit creature speaking to them about a war with other spirits. And it had to be in Argentina. Hmm? There were so many questions to ask, but then Jeff spoke and she turned her attention to him once more.

    "Did you happen to catch the end of that?" he asked nonchalantly out of the corner of his mouth as he leaned closer to her. "Something about a war? Did I hear that right?" His green eyes turned to look at her directly. "Are you willing to go along with all this?"

    Claire wasn?t sure how much she liked Mr. Bryant as a person, but was willing to find out. As he asked his questions, she considered. ?Yes, we are supposed to go to La Plata, Argentina in order to stop the Shedim. And we are being asked to get to know each other.? As she said this, Claire was looking up at him. And in answering his final question, Claire felt that she had indeed sealed her fate. To die? To battle the forces of evil in order to? what? Save the world? Claire took a deep breath before answering Mr. Bryant?s final question. ?Yes. I am.?

    TAG: Mr. Bryant, Ramzzza, Delaware group
  21. WINKWINK Jedi Grand Master

    Member Since:
    Dec 15, 2008
    star 1
    IC Berruin Hashier
    Delaware




    Lyn looked at him, shrugged and said "Don't have one...sorry." before turning her attention back to the Malakh.

    Ah crap he thought, then he turned back to the Malakh himself.
    And found that it was smiling pleasantly at him as it said ?Not exactly,?

    And then it went into it's speech.

    Berruin stood thinking a moment and then said " I agree with mister fog, we're going to need a little more help than just where to go if you want THIS group to fight demons"

    He heard whispers and turned to the tall thin guy with glasses and the blond bombshell "What you can't share with the whole group?"




    TAG Hansolo29, BultarSwan. delaware
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  22. Ramza JC Head Admin and RPF Manager

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    January 27, 2012

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    IC: ????


    And so, there it was, Metatron?s Cube in all of its glory. Soon it would be his, the inevitable conflict in Argentina would provide him with just enough time to finally set all of his hard work into motion. It had been nearly two days, two wretched days of sitting, waiting, still playing the fool. And soon it would all be his?

    Two Days Earlier

    Near the University of Delaware, Newark, Delaware, USA

    IC: Fravashi


    ?I presume you?re talking about the ?wishes? offer the Shedim made?? Fravashi said, turning to Little Fugue. ?I?m can?t promise a comparable offer, I don?t even think they were being fully genuine, but we can attempt to accommodate your needs as best as we can. I believe your case is more than workable, Little Fugue. Furthermore,? he turned to face the others as well, ?We?re going to be providing you with increased spiritual power over the next two day period. If we gave it to you all at once, the shock alone might have had dire consequences, thus the reason for the delay. Anything else you would like to know??

    TAG: Delaware

    Suburbs near Chicago, Illinois, USA

    IC: Michael


    Michael?s gaze stayed noticeably averted from the winged woman. ?Indeed, Nettle is correct. We had sought to test your resistance to the Shedim?s deceptive ways. It seems to have gone awry?? He shook his head, frustrated with himself. ?And yes, the Shedim have that secret, but only because we forbade its teaching eons ago. This is the first case I?ve seen where the Shedim left the original body intact, when it?s gone, the alternative??

    ?The alternative is too horrible to even posit,? he stated grimly. He noticed Nibiru was apparently in pain, and with a wave of his hands healed the wounds of not just the monk, but of all in the group. ?As for you, Cid Bowe, I understand your decision. But know that, now that your abilities have been awakened, nothing will stop the Shedim from coming for you. And if they can?t recruit you willingly?? He let the obvious remain unstated.

    ?The rest of you will be receiving an influx of spiritual energy over the next two days. This,? he said, turning to Nibiru with what almost seemed like a decidedly human gesture: a wink, ?is the reason for the slight delay. If we tried to provide it all at once, it wouldn?t work out so well.?

    TAG: Chicago

    King?s Palace, Nepal

    IC: Iblis, the Lord of Despair


    ?Kane,? Iblis replied with a nod of acknowledgement. ?It has been a long time, has it not? Kane, this is King Ekagrah, a Lord of a Realm of Man. Lord of a Realm of Man, Kane.? His eye revealed that Kane was up to something, probably his usual business, but he was unable to stop him. It would, however, prove a good test for the King.

    TAG: Nepal

    La Plata, Province of Buenos Aires, Argentine Republic

    IC: Ahriman, the Lord of the Transient


    Ahriman breathed a noticeable sigh of relief. Ashmedai was nothing if not vain, having been the former Lord of Lust until the incident millennia ago, and he still retained a heightened sense of his own appearance.

    ?A sMaRt OnE, tO bE sUrE,? Ahmedai half-smiled in approval and went along his way.

    ?Now, the only other two are Iblis, the Lord of Despair, and Beelzebub, but they appear to have been called away for whatever reason,? Ahriman continued, ?In a few moments I?ll introduce you to my chief lieutenant, I think you two will get along famously. Now, have you by chance given any thought to your requests??

    Between Space

    ?A pertinent question,? Thanatos replied with a nod, ?Don?t worry, the answer will become obvious shortly??

    Soon, Metatron and Samael had a falling out. The falling out turned to open hostility, and then as they began gathering followers in the pursuit of acquiring or defending the Cube, to outright warfare. Soon it became about more than the Cube, it was about ?ideology,? with arbitrary concepts of ?good? an/>/>/>/>/>/>/>
  23. DarthXan318 Manager Emeritus

    Member Since:
    Sep 12, 2002
    star 6
    Sorry, sorry, new busy schedule and all... [face_tired]

    IC: Kale Elysar
    Downtown London, England

    Mina whispered something about orders. Kale only gave her a half-smirk in return; no, he hadn't forgotten, but he certainly wasn't going to stand around as if expecting another supernatural visitor, because that would only look fishy.

    And Mina had apparently come to the same conclusion, for she began sauntering out of the alley -
    Just in time to catch an oddly rabbit-eared Malakh as he careened past the alley and into a pole, yelling for them to stop. Kale blinked, but the Malakh didn't seem to think this was anything out of the ordinary; he peeled himself off and introduced himself as Putto, apologised for his tardiness, and extended a hand.

    Kale was entirely unsurprised when Mina stepped up and shook Putto's hand. Laying it on a bit thick, isn't it? he thought cynically. Still: it wasn't like Putto would be able to tell the difference, as the Malakh tended not to be so good at reading humans.

    This was going to be fun.

    With an internal shrug, he said, "Hello there. I'm Kale."

    TAG: London Group
  24. Sarge221 Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Sep 9, 2006
    star 5
    IC: Sait Sakimori
    UK, England, Downtown London

    "Yeah."


    An unusual character this one was. Saito tilted his head slightly as Mac went to the cart that he seemed so protective of and managed to shoulder it, turning it into an improvised backpack. Seeing that the man was indeed coming with them, Saito turned to exit the alley as the other memebers of their group was doing just the same.

    ...Until another weird looking individual appeared and crashed into a pole at the end of the alley.

    Saito didn't even have to guess that this individual wasn't human. The question was whether he was in league with that Beelzebub character or those...others. When one of the female members of their group shook his head, Saito assumed that this was someone that could be considered as their ally.

    TAG: London Group

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    I've been "bleh" lately with all my short posts :oops:
  25. greyjedi125 Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Apr 29, 2002
    star 5
    IC: Nibiru Vajra

    Suburbs of Chicago, Illinois, USA


    The young monk bowed deeply towards the angel after his wounds were healed. Nibiru also felt his anxieties lifted from him as he experienced a moment of absolute peace.

    He graced the angel with a smile as he gave a nod before he sat himself in lotus position. It was time for meditation, so he closed his eyes and took a centering breath. Nibiru's spiritual focus was still in his hand which lay on his lap. The Vajra began to emit a low harmonic humm as it glowed softly with blue-ish spiritual energy.

    It took only a moment for Nibiru to enter a trance-like meditation as he softly chanted Ohms.

    Even as he meditated, Nibiru had no doubt that he would be alerted should the group decide to switch locations. So far, it seemed they had a loose alliance, which seemed to be better than none at all.

    A decision would have to be made as to what should be done with the body of the Egyptian, but Nibiru was almost certain that Arch Angel Michael would be taking care of that particular burden.

    Tag: GM, Chicago Group
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