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| AngelicBliss | Jan 17 2006, 06:52 PM Post #1 |
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......two deadly mixes that should never be together in one person. Even though Jessica had seen it within herself. Snow covered the rooftop and slowly landed on her golden hair. Cold air seemed to circle Jessica as she gazed at the sky. Tears had found their way down her light skin and onto the snow. The only thing that seemed to dancing around her brain was how her only talent was to screw things up. At the moment she felt pathetic, her arms hugged around her legs, cuddled up in a ball. Jessica knew there was something about her that she had to change, or there would probably never be a future for her here at AHS. She hid her face in her arms. |
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| Intayame Shiko | Jan 17 2006, 07:57 PM Post #2 |
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It wasn't exactly Zlax's style to be around people no matter what the circumstance or predicament. Yet, there was something on her mind that couldn't be rested with her habit of lying in bed while burning such memories to ashes. Perhaps it was the fact that she had found her sister that kept her well drained of her energy. Despite any of the reasonings that could occur to one's mind, the most important thing was her being on the roof. She had tried to stay indoors away from all of society because of her hatred of others. The blame wasn't to be solely put on her; it was the teachings she grew up with and such strong diction in morals were not easily dispatched. She had placed herself on the rooftop for many reasons. One that seemed to dominate her reasonings was that it was a most unusual place and she had not expected someone to be there. A sub-reason was the snow that had rested on the skin of the roof (and she had seen snow only three times before). It was pure coincidence that she saw, from the corner of her eye, a young lady with the air of sadness shrowding her. She sighed long and deep as she made her way over to this stranger. "I've been in this position before," She murmured in her melodic voice as she sat down, "So, why are you looking so down?" A question she seldomed asked and too often never replied to. She could only wait now to see if her words would induce conversation... |
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| Seth Wynd | Jan 17 2006, 09:02 PM Post #3 |
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"Oh for the love of all things unholy, either stop that damn crying or get off your ass and jump off to end it all, or something just as fatally melodramatic. It's getting rather irksome having to sit here while you feel sorry for yourself . . . " ....okaaaaay, so that might not have been the sort of comfort the girl needed at the moment, but it was the best Sirus was ever going to give. He was curled up on the roof not far away, probably missed because he was trying to stay in the shadows where he was most comfortable. Well, that and he had kept to himself until now. "Whatever it is you're crying about girlie, it'll go away soon enough. Or become infinitely worse, forcing you into manic depression that causes you to experience the next few years of your life in unrelenting misery before you decide to take your own life in a bloody yet futile attempt to ease the pain. All depends on the severity of the problem, though personally I'm hoping the latter example occurs. It's much more entertaining for me to watch, you see." It was hard to tell if he was even looking at the two girls, since his eyes were far from the norm. Instead of simply being white with a ring of color around the pupil, Sirus' eyes were entirely black, and coincidentally so was the torn and tattered clothing he was wearing at the moment. "But back to the matter at hand; do me a favor and either stop with the waterworks or take a running leap off the edge. Whichever works for you . . . " |
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| Icarus | Jan 18 2006, 11:31 PM Post #4 |
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Mirakel was instantly crouching before the rude young man, a sharp blade of energy by his throat, sizzling in the chill air. "You know not of what you speak of insect. Kindly keep your opinions to yourself or leave." He stood, retracting the blade. He nodded to Zlex, saying hello with all of the sincerity he could manage in his normally hollow eyes. Turning to Jessica, he stood behind her, crouching so he could whisper in her ear. "Its not nice, nor healthy, to run off when you hurt. Zlex taught me that." He sat next to her, his shoulder touching hers. "Please forgive me for losing my temper. It doesn't happen often." |
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| Seth Wynd | Jan 19 2006, 12:21 AM Post #5 |
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"Actually, I've got a much better idea than you could imagine. Some of us just decide to do something rather than lie about pitying ourselves and becoming one big nuisance to those around us. I'd advise you to break free from the impression that what you have to say means anything to me as well, since I've no time to listen to some goody-goody rushing in to play the role of a chivalrous knight come to the rescue . . . " Sirus answered coldly, ready to shift to his shadowform at a moment's notice in case the knight-in-shining-armor got a little over-eager with the sword. He didn't seem to be much of a threat really, and if anything Sirus was under the impression he was simply trying to make himself more appealing for the female students on the roof. The moron probably just wants to get laid, but he's too cheap to pay for it . . . "Actually, now that I think about it, why don't you both jump. It was much quieter up here until you two ruined it with teenage angst and drama . . . " |
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| AngelicBliss | Jan 19 2006, 03:18 PM Post #6 |
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Jessica ignored the footsteps behind her, until the girl sat next to her. She looked up, her light blue eyes met with Zlex's. Jessica tried her best to wipe her tears away, she hated to show people her sad side. It seemed people came ontop of the roof more than she thought. "You shouldn't bother with me, it seems everytime I conversate with someone, I end up not loving the results." She then heard anothr voice telling her words she didn't really feel like listening to at the moment. Jessica didn't bother to turn around to look at him, "If you really think Im going to jump, your crazy. If you don't want to look at me or hear me, its called ignoring me. Try it." It was the only time she was going to say that to him, she really didn't have the patience nor time to bother with him. Jessica hid her face again until she heard a familiar voice. *Well at least someone is telling the guy off.* She listened as Mirakel whispered in her ear. *Well I must not be very healthy.* Jessica didn't look at him when he sat next to her, she just looked at the snow covered roof they were sitting on. She spoke to him softly. "Don't apologize, I was out of position and you kept me in my place. I didn't have the right to yell at you with my stupid problems. There are times when I don't think before I say, because how I was kind of raised up. My father brought me up to do and not speak out how I feel. Also, you wouldn't had lost your temper, if just kept my damn mouth shut.....forgive me." She still didn't look at Mirakel, she felt embarassed enough crying infront of him. Jessica didn't want to look any weaker than she already was. She was supposed to be a strong female, letting nothing mess around with her emotions. Now she thought of herself as a stupid blonde, sheading tears infront of people. |
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| Intayame Shiko | Jan 19 2006, 07:38 PM Post #7 |
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The name of her sister rang in her ears through a stranger. Obviously, he had met Zlex; her sister who looked exactly like her. Yet, it was more offensive to her than any other thing that one could have done. She thought of her sister as a weakling who mingled too well with other races. "The name is Zlax, idiot. And I find it quite hard to believe that my sister would be able to teach you something like that...she runs away from everything herself." The other stranger in the shadows, however, had surprised her in every sense there was. She had gotten used to the kindness of everyone on earth to the point that she believed no being with a personality like herself could ever exist. Yet, he had proved her wrong on this day and it seemed rather refreshing. "And you," She appointed to Jessica in a calmer manner (because quite frankly, she didn't feel like bothering with being herself), "Anything anyone does turns out wrong. That's the way the world works. You're just going to have to accept that. When you start loving what happens then you have just degraded yourself to a sheep who doesn't think for themself." She glanced at Mirakel and smirked, "But I suppose many of 'us' are sheep. For instance, you, whoever you are, learned something from my sister....or at least that's what you say...but I presume that you didn't reason for yourself...you let her think for you...Anyone who would take advice from her without first testing where she was born and raised is an idiot. You can't learn anything good from my race....but I don't suppose she let you in on that fact, now did she?..." |
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| Seth Wynd | Jan 19 2006, 11:33 PM Post #8 |
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"There might be something to that remark girlie, more than you may know. Though it was more than likely wishful thinking to blame than insanity, watching you hit the ground from this height seems rather intriguing. Depending on how messy the result; possibly even entertaining . . . " Sirus snapped back, shortly before stretching out his arms with a few audible 'pops'. "As for just ignoring you; kindly take that thinking with you over the edge, if you would be so kind. Why the hell should I cater to you; someone who took it upon themselves to trot up here to shed a few tears over some pathetic squabble with your wannabe-knight in shining armor over there, even though you undoubtedly have a dorm to do this sort of thing in. So frankly, taking into account you decided to come up here and disturb my nap, I'm not about to give someone like you any special treatment. Normally I'd settle for simply gutting you out of spite and having myself a fresh meal, but I'm full at the moment." The other girl on the rooftop sparked Sirus' interest for a moment, mainly because she didn't seem entirely pleased with the teenage drama playing out on the rooftop either. The cold, black spheres that passed for Sirus' eyes turned to focus briefly on her before switching back to the girl and her little knight. As much as he wished it, killing and feasting on the both of them was out of the question, since he'd already fed on another rather irksome student earlier in the day. So for now he had to put up with them until they either did something rash, or left him in peace . . . |
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| Icarus | Jan 20 2006, 12:02 AM Post #9 |
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Mirakel sneered at Zlax. "You're right, you're not your sister. She would probably get along better anywhere that is civilized than you would. I can't see anyone other than the insect over there taking even the slightest intrest in anything you have to say. Anyone who would do so, is an idiot," He looked at her coldly, "with a woeful lack of stinging names to refer to others. And I don't judge people based on where they are from, seeing as how my mind is more open to the differences of others, rather than being a close-minded ignoramus." He turned to the other one... the rude one. "And tell me, other than giving it, what do you know of torture? Daily and unequivocal. Not just that of others, but to yourself, on a metal table with rough surgeouns poking and prodding amongst your guts with steel implements, scarring and changing who you are forever? We are not concerned with your wants any more than you are ours. If you don't like it, then you jump off. 'I'd advise you to break free from the impression that what you have to say means anything to me as well. I'm not about to give someone like you any special treatment.'" What were their needs to him? If they were going to be cold, ignorant and uncaring, why should he do what they wanted? "Don't listen to them Jessica. They are nothing to us. And hey, you didn't know. C'mon, lets leave the savage lover's to their sick and twisted yearnings for each other." He took her by the shoulders and walked her off to the door downstairs, kicking the rude boy's leg as he walked past. "Pardon me." ((Go to the garden. Make a thread)) |
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| Intayame Shiko | Jan 21 2006, 11:37 AM Post #10 |
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Zlax said nothing else until the company of the boy and the tearful girl left the rooftop. Her expression was quite empty as it always was and her golden eyes gleamed. She was sick of earth and sick of the people most of all. Yet, she had achieved her one true goal and nothing could truly ruin that. "The ignorant fool doesn't even know that my sister is in as much captivity as he had been in..." She mentioned to herself seeming quite pleased. "If he was truly a friend of hers then this ordeal will be a lot more pleasurable." Her sister was caught just a few days ago and fell into Zlax's hands. Still, no one seemed to notice the difference without her. "Sheep can't stand the tempting words of a wolf...even if the wolf would gladly invite them to dinner. I do think they're scared of anything that would fall out of their norm. Perhaps it's that ignorance that allows them to be as dumbfounded as they are." For the most part, she was thinking out loud to herself. However, she did remember the presence of the other one in the shadows. She sat down running her hand through her long white hair. Afterall, she didn't come here solely to talk to people or help others with their problems.... |
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| Seth Wynd | Jan 22 2006, 06:44 PM Post #11 |
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"I will . . . until I need to feed again. Then I'll enjoy tearing your still-beating heart out of your body and enjoying every bite while you watch . . . or perhaps your lover first, and let you watch that as well . . . " Sirus replied angrily, his eyes literally turning a crimson red for an instant before returning to their normal color. He made a mental note to hunt the boy down in the future and keep true to his word. He was tempted to attack him now, but he would have to wait for a much better opportunity. Having already used it earlier today, and having his rest interrupted from the annoying girl's crying, he woudln't have been able to use it for more than a few minutes. Even though he didn't perceive the boy as much of a threat, he wouldn't want to fight him without his shadowmorph power. Now it was the other girl's talking that was distracting him however . . .
"I'd be more willing to bet on pride than ignorance . . . and if you have any concern for their well-being on any level, I would advise you warn them to sleep with one eye open . . . if at all . . . " ((gah, short post >_<)) |
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| Intayame Shiko | Jan 22 2006, 09:15 PM Post #12 |
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"Pride?" Zlax repeated smirking. She had never heard the word before (besides, she hadn't been on earth as long as it seemed). Then again, she didn't concern herself with anything that the humans had. However, she did find it rather interesting that there could be another term to describe the beings on such a strange planet. "Perhaps so....but whether it is or isn't, I don't quite know." She didn't bother looking at him. She was a firm believer that the eyes were the staircase to the soul...and she wasn't quite ready for anyone to see her soul tonight. "I'd rather tell them to sleep soundly and peacefully with both eyes tightly shut. I couldn't care less for their well-being or for anyone else's, to be quite honest." She admitted as she unsheathed her sword to glance at its beauty. Silvery blue inscriptions shone brightly, yet the language was not that of earth. It was a great sword that had been doused a million times in blood. "I just ask of one thing," She stated after a short pause that was taken to examine her sword, "When you do tear them to pieces, let me know so I can watch. I'd love to see blood again..." So many wars had taken priviledges away from her that she once had. The thought of peace and prosperity almost made her laugh. There was something about being so far away from what she loved the most that weakened her. However, she doubted that the stranger would grant her such a request.... |
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| Seth Wynd | Jan 22 2006, 10:42 PM Post #13 |
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Interesting . . . so there were others at this school who had no concern for those around them. That could prove useful, if properly exploited. Granted there was a small level of attraction that was awoken as he continued to learn how similar this girl was to himself; but it was overridden relatively quickly by the thoughts of how he could use her hatred towards others to his own advantage. Though he'd have to work on how he could properly direct her to that point . . .
Well, that had his attention; she'd solved the dilemma for him. She could prove useful if she enjoyed the sight of blood . . . there was always quite a lot of it when it came time for Sirus to feed, and as it was rather time consuming to ensure he wasn't dropped out of his shadowform, perhaps he could use her to guard him while he went about his business. "Interesting suggestion . . . . . I will, on one condition, and no other. If you want to tag along, you need to make sure nobody else interferes. I don't need any surprises, and I especially don't need to be forced out of my shadowform. Do we have a deal?" |
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| Intayame Shiko | Jan 23 2006, 08:38 PM Post #14 |
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Zlax smirked to this proposition for anyone who knew her well would know not to trust anyone born of her race. However, it wasn't a hard bargain at all. She could cope pretty well with such a deal just as long as she was occupied. And according to what he had said, her job would put her back into the business she almost lost. However, the way he worded himself made her feel a little uncomfortable and vulnerable. Almost as if she were nothing but a student compared to him. Sure, she didn't eat any of her victims (but only because she believed that doing so would make her as weak as them). "Tag along, eh?" She questioned with a little edginess. She slowly shook her head as she resheathed her sword. "Tag along, indeed. No one will interfere, you can be assured of that. Whether or not you will be thrown out of your Shadowform is up to how strong that form is. But all in all, you have a deal." She replied turning around with gleaming golden eyes. "What would be effective enough to throw you out of that form?"... |
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| Seth Wynd | Jan 23 2006, 11:09 PM Post #15 |
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"It's strong, there's only one way I can be killed in it, and only one sort of way I could be brought out of it. To kill me in that form is literally impossible without using a high level of holy magic. That aside, I cannot be killed at all in this form . . . " Sirus replied, quickly transforming into a serpentine sort of shadow; still possessing the general upper body of a human, though with eighteen inch talons instead of fingers and rows of glistening white fangs instead of his normal teeth. His eyes changed from their inky black to a shade of crimson red, and aside from that his body in general was now as black as his eyes had been. "As for what can throw me out of the form . . . anything that cuts me in two. Sword, several bullets, well-placed explosion, etcetera. Aside from that, time is the only real constraint. Twenty minutes free-form, and about twice as long when I'm attached to the ground . . . " (( crappy post on my part, but I really need food in my tummy ;_; )) |
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| Intayame Shiko | Jan 24 2006, 07:54 PM Post #16 |
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((Hey, don't worry about it; I'm suffering from the crappy-post-syndrome myself.)) Zlax raised an eyebrow in what seemed to be out of interest. People here never ceased to amaze her no matter how degraded some of them were. She nodded her head in agreement after awhile. "How very amusing," She murmured as she tapped her sheath with her fingernails as she usually did out of habit, "And what, may I ask, would happen after you are thrown out of your shadowform?" Perhaps it was for her own better use that she was asking most of these questions. However, it would be imperative for her to know when she would take on the task of stopping any interference with the plan. "For instance, would it make you weaker or more vulnerable?" A sly smile crossed her face as she said this, almost as if she were mentally planning something in the future. Of course she wouldn't give up the opportunity of fulfilling her lust for blood by betraying him...yet... |
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| Seth Wynd | Jan 24 2006, 11:00 PM Post #17 |
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"That particular piece of information is not something I'd trust you with. Or anyone else for that matter. It's imperitive that it not happen, let's simply leave it at that . . . " Sirus wasn't exactly a fool, so he never gave away anything likely to get him killed in the future. Granted, he had to tell her what would take him out of his shadowform; that much was unavoidable. But he did not have to explain what would happen afterward, that would not be anything but detrimental to him in the future. "All you need to know is that if I am thrown out of my shadowform, the fight would no longer be in our favor. Even against people like them . . . " "And besides . . . I have no way of knowing if I can trust you at all . . . " Sirus added, dropping back out of the shadowform and returning to his own. "You haven't even told me what exactly you can do. Aside from use a sword, that is . . . " |
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| Intayame Shiko | Jan 25 2006, 07:23 PM Post #18 |
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Zlax couldn't help but to widen what smile was already on her face. Of course she had expected him to want to know her 'abilities.' She shrugged slightly as if she was practically useless to him although in reality, she would probably prove efficient enough. Besides, she never let anyone down on such tasks as these...unless she hated their guts...
"And it's because that's all I can do," She replied highly exaggerating on her own part, "What did you expect? Superman?" She shook her head slightly. It was tradition for her to leave out her most famous ability because quite frankly, she despised it. Yes, it had proved useful in so many occasions, yet it was a curse that was set upon her. Why would she include that in her description? She took it as a weakness instead of the advantage that it was. Therefore, speaking about it was only weakening her image to others. "But you shouldn't worry any. I'm pretty good with my blade." She assured him with a wink that had no emotion or meaning behind it. Her greatness only came from the training that she was thrown into at a young age. Her sword had been with her for years and she knew every weakness it posed and every advantage that could be mastered through poise. "Oh, and about trusting me..." She paused for a moment as if intentionally, "You shouldn't. Like I said before, no one should trust anyone from our race before first knowing where we came from. There is a kernel of truth in all we say, however, if one hasn't mastered our strategy, then trust should not be given to us....but then again, you don't have anything to fear..." And perhaps that contained more of the kernel of truth and most she'd said.... |
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| Seth Wynd | Feb 2 2006, 05:57 PM Post #19 |
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((Gah . . . sorry for delay, and sorry for the fact that I'm so tired writing this @_@))
"Well the Red Baron was good with a plane, and where exactly did that get him?" Sirus replied dryly, oddly enough always hostile towards confidence and pride in another but completely ignorant of his own. "All it earned him in the end was a good place to lie down, six feet of soil between him and any possible distractions. Your skills with a blade might earn you the same some day . . . " The previously mentioned time constraint was fast approaching; he now had maybe five minutes left in the shadowform. Still, no reason to go out of it just yet.
"You're half right, at the moment he doesn't. Depends on his answer to what I'm about to ask him. If it's one I don't find to benefit me, then yes he will be in a great deal of danger . . . " Ah. The merc. One of the few human members of VENOM, and one that was surprisingly capable even when fighting metas. He'd left his coat behind this time, so the shoulder holsters for his Five-n-seveN handguns were plainly visible over the black tee-shirt that fit snugly over his large frame. The straps also held spare magazines of ammunition for the handguns, six in all, and his belt contained the sheath for his combat knife, and three smaller sheaths for throwing knives. He had not bothered to bring his grenades with him this time, of all his equiment they were the ones that tended to make the most noise during transport and would thus stand a chance at giving away his position. Everything else was secured, the grenades tended to bang against one another every so often, and he had yet to purchase a new vest for carrying them a little quieter. "As I was saying, you're safe right now. Came to extend a hand of . . . well for lack of a better and less revolting word, 'friendship' . . . . you'd do well in the ranks of a certain organization I'm a part of. One that targets the goody-goodies that infest this school like roaches . . . " Sirus of course, was never one to enjoy being threatened. His shadowform shot towards Xander at a blur, though he stood fixed where he was and simply rolled his eyes. "You could be much more useful if you could control that temper . . . " Xander sighed, jumping to one side with surprising agility for someone his size and drawing the combat knife from its sheath. "Try that again, we'll let your lady friend here see what happens when you're taken out of that form . . . " Once again; threatening Sirus was guaranteed to get the same response every time. "No, I'll just tear your insides out and leave the mess for the birds to clean up!" he hissed, once again darting towards Xander. He took several swipes at him with the long talons, each of which was avoided with seemingly effortless movements from the mercenary. After the fourth swipe, Xander apparently tired of the game and lunged forward and to the side, the combat knife easily slicing through Sirus midsection; and before the damage could heal Xander spun back around and finished the cut, neatly cutting Sirus in two. Sure enough, he was immediately changed back into his human form and dropped to the rooftop in an extreme amount of pain. Temporarily rendered motionless, he was now nothing more than a toy for Xander's amusement. "Now, did I not just tell you what would happen? Hm? It's your own fault boy, and doubly so for being foolish enough to reveal how to knock you out of that form. Maybe I should call that kid with the guns you pissed off earlier, let him kill you now. Or you could always swallow your pride and accept the offer . . . and if you lost to me, you've got no chance against the others in VENOM. I'm just human; they on the other hand range from vampires to powerful necromancers, and there's one cannibal who's got metal for blood. So frankly, you can keep trying to go it alone and cause all sorts of mayhem, but when it comes time for us to destroy the school again; you won't stand a chance. The girl over there could get an invite as well, but it depends on how good she is with that sword . . . " |
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| Intayame Shiko | Feb 2 2006, 07:10 PM Post #20 |
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Zlax made no motion to help or even protest against Xander and his amusing performance. She had seen better, of course, but it had been a worthwhile presentation for the night. Besides, she had been curious about Sirus' weakness after being thrown out of his shadowform and now she had gotten what she wanted. It almost made her think of him less, knowing that he would be so weak and vulnerable after his shadowform was broken. But she quickly threw that perspective of him away as she remembered her own weakness and the curse that was set upon her from a very young age. Her face, for the most part, held no emotion of any kind as she watched on and listened intently to their conversation.
She raised an eyebrow and slightly tilted her head. "Sounds a lot like the CIACP. What a waste of potential..." She muttered to herself. Xanders was human for crying out loud. Indeed, such a description and such a presentation perplexed her for the time being and she truly wondered to herself if there were actually any powerful human beings here on earth. But then again, they were just humans and they had proven (plenty of times) that they were weak and could not survive without a leader and a mob to hide theirselves in. Truly, the only place she found power in humans were in big groups where all inhibitions were left behind. They were weak because they couldn't stand alone.
So, their goal was to destroy the school. It was a rather pathetic plan to her and it meant nothing to her needs or her desires. It was a school, afterall, and even if it was on earth it had the same type of demands that were held on her own planet. The only difference was bourne on the type of teachings and skills that were acquired. Still, destroying a school was a rather low idea and she'd rather destroy something bigger and more worthwhile. Killing the school was just a waste of her time. The possible invitation did not make her jump with enthusiasm either. She would have to work with people who were basically almost the same as the CIACP who had performed a massive (but beautifully planned out) genocide on her planet. Not only that, but she would be seen as a weaker person who had to stay in an organization to meet her goals. She didn't need that and she didn't need anyone else. Besides, she worked with no one and dealt with no other affairs besides those that interested her. VENOM did not seem capable enough of sustaining her interest. Even now, she had begun to look down upon such an organization. "Don't worry about the invitation. I don't want it. It sounds pathetic enough without me." She proclaimed, glaring at Xanders with her golden eyes, "Besides, I'm really not that good with my sword. In fact, I'd be useless to you and your little guild." She added with a sly smile. Of course she thought of her skills more highly. Her blade had been by her side since birth and she had practiced (or had been forced to practice) at a very young age. Still, it was a great way for her to safeguard herself so that Xanders would not go after her as he was doing to Sirus. Undoubtfully, Xanders would have no real way of knowing her potential anyway, and that made it all the better..... |
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| Seth Wynd | Feb 2 2006, 08:18 PM Post #21 |
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"Don't care what it sounds like, my allegiance is only theirs so long as they don't get stingy and refuse to keep paying me. That's the beauty of putting a price tag on your expertise, you don't get too attached to any particular client. Very easy to make a living as well, provided being shot at isn't too disturbing a thought . . . don't even try it, boy . . . " A throwing knife was now firmly planted in Sirus' left hand, as he'd been caught starting to phase back into the shadowform. So he's only immobile for a brief moment . . . have to keep an eye on him while he's down . . . Since it was also a bad idea to leave him with such a weapon, Xander's right foot was now planted on top of the knife to prevent Sirus from removing it and using it against him.
"First of all, I despise being lied to. I didn't just happen to appear up here, I was here from the moment this boy was. I'm not being paid to kill any more students at present, instead I'm gathering intel and scouting for potential recruits. Any students prone to violence, with a lust for power, or a vehement dislike for their fellow alumni. So I overheard your boasting about your skills before, and it's more likely that you were lying now than it is that you would have been lying to him. Though fine, if you aren't interested in joining, I'll just mark you as a target for any future attacks . . . as for you, you will give me an answer now or I'll force you to ally yourself with the students you hate so much. I'd love to see you try feeding on any more of them if the task of protecting your worthless hide fell on their shoulders . . . " Sirus managed a curse or two under his breath, prompting Xander to register the reply as a "no" for now. "Fine, suit yourself . . . " he replied, ripping the knife from Sirus' hand before dragging him to his feet by the collar and tossing him into one of the AC units with little apparent effort. "As for you, I'd like to find out just how good you are with that blade. I'll decide if your life is worth anything afterward . . . " |
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| Intayame Shiko | Feb 2 2006, 09:32 PM Post #22 |
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Nothing Good Comes Easy
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Zlax tsked as she shook her head a little with sarcasm dripping from her gestures. She couldn't care less if he was around here for such a long while. Besides, the kernel of truth made residence in both of her statements and she thought little of his dislike of liars. She glanced down at her sword and pulled it back out; the runes glittering with silvery blue brilliance. Yet she just shook her head and resheathed it as if the very structure of it ashamed her. "I boast all the time. Boasting means nothing and are just as effective as the words themselves." She replied, tapping her sheath, "And I'd love to be a target; it'll give me something to do in my free time. Have fun killing what's already been killed. I'm looking forward to it." Although she was more likely muttering her words, they were still directed to Xanders.
"Well then, isn't that a shame? Too bad I don't feel like messing with a worthless human today because if I did, I would have taken such a beautiful opportunity to show you my lowly skills with my lousy old sword. So, to prevent you from wasting some of your time, why don't you leave me alone and forget about this pathetic excuse of a vessel?" She gestured to herself and raised an eyebrow. So, her plan of excusing herself as a target had not quite worked. However, this was not such a depressing matter; she was already the target of several races, being the target of this one human and his little organization meant nothing to her. Besides, from what she knew so far, his 'organization' was much run on greed and selfishness; two things that were dominately decrepit. "Besides, I tend not to get along with others. I work alone and stay alone. Humans don't concern me unless I'm running my blade through their bodies." She mentioned. Perhaps her idea of a good time wasn't the best thing to say right about now but the slip was intentional. "I don't do demonstrations; that's the bottom line if you hadn't gotten that already. Unless you make anything worthwhile, I don't see why I should comply to what you want." She added after a while as the habitual tapping persisted... |
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