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 Posted: Sat Jan 08, 2011 3:00 am
A darkness entered over the graveyard, followed by such power, that even the plants seemed to whither and diewith the knew presence. A hollow, man, wrapped in darkness so deep that he looked shapeless, entered the graveyard, wandering the nameless tombstones of the dead. The graveyard seemed much like a symbol to him. The Devil's playground as the souls of the living were tormented with grief of the lost. It was a place where he could find solace, knowing that the ones who resided here were slain by his own hand. He could hear their torments, and he revelled in it. He haunted the site, his body moving without a sound as he slipped inbetween gravestones.
But Valter de Guillon knew he was not alone. However, he felt their own darkness, though it was overwhelmed by his own. They were on no consequence to him. But as he mused further, He thought he might be able to use them as assets to further his own agenda. After all, A rook cannot win on its own. Nay, pawns were needed in the game of chess, and they could potentially turn into the most powerful piece. He sought these two, like a predator hunts for prey in the silence of the world around him.
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Posted: Sat Jan 08, 2011 9:38 pm
"Sure, sure. The water, I would love to examine it for my own purposes.*pauses to think* what is this new feeling ...I already promised you something to eat, now give me the water." the demon spoke noticing another presence had come there. He held out his hand, having crept within arm's length of the girl.
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Posted: Sat Jan 08, 2011 9:51 pm
"Uh Uh food first" Rumia replied snatching the water away from Roga and moving out of reach it was odd for such a powerful demon to be acting so childish
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Posted: Sat Jan 08, 2011 10:35 pm
He growled, exerting his demonic persona," Give it to me Now!". Roga's rage was getting the best of him, for he was a demon of wrath. Realizing this, he continued much more calm, "I told you I will give it to you, trust me. But first, hand me the water, please." Obviously this environment was the ideal spot for a battle, he could take it by force, but the new presence worried him. The demon needed to be diplomatic.
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Posted: Sat Jan 08, 2011 10:42 pm
"No I don't trust anyone they all lie to me, they said they wanted to help me but only end up hurting me" Rumia stated as suddenly the graveyard became darker "I want to eat something, you promised" Rumia added she looked at Roga, at this point with the darkness spreading over the graveyard it wasn't hard to tell that Rumia would have an advantage
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Posted: Sat Jan 08, 2011 10:54 pm
He stood there, looking closely at her. Roga backed away in order to avoid further angering her. He clenched his blade, and made a bold decision. He asked Rumia," Will this suffice for now?? * the bandages around his left arm began unraveling* You may have the rest later." He drew the blade high in the air inverted, then like lightning crashing into the earth, Roga struck his left arm, severing it at the elbow. He had offered the arm to her and soon the rest of the body.
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Posted: Sat Jan 08, 2011 10:59 pm
Rumia took the arm and bit into it "mmm yummy, you taste really good" Rumia smiled the darkness seem to let up "Here you go" She held out the flask of water to him "Thank you" she added politely still nawing on the arm
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Posted: Sat Jan 08, 2011 11:27 pm
Dropping the sword on the ground, Roga replied,"Thank you Rumia." he grabbed the flask, appreciative of the girl. The pain was great and he collapsed; His time, possessing this mortal body was over. With his last breaths he felt something squirming under him. He reached under him and found a rust-colored copperhead. *thinking* If I die, still trapped in this body, I will be sent back to the underworld, I need a new body to possess.
He made a decision; Roga began chanting. Like a snake itself, the bandages rose off his body revealing an ancient spell written on the other side of them. The ragged bandages which covered him, coiled around the snake, taking full possession of it. The bonded snake bit onto the flask and hurried away; leaving the human body for Rumia to devour. Roga remained true to his word, giving the demon girl dinner to satisfy her hunger.
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Posted: Sat Jan 08, 2011 11:37 pm
"Well good bye then" Rumia waved to the snake as she sat down to enjoy her meal she bit gruesomely into the arm happily as her hunger went away
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Posted: Sun Jan 09, 2011 4:39 am
The Hollow entered sight of the two bickering beings, watching the exchange with little amusement. He slipped ever closer to them, finally stopping at 10 meters from them, staring at them from under his helm. He looked between the two, judging each one. He asserted their strengths...weaknesses... and with a hollow voice and a low tone he spoke, his voice hissing. "You children should not be here. This is a battlefield. A hunting ground. One that will be stained with blood at my masters will. I give you three options. One. Foolishly think to overcome me, and be shown what true strength is. Two, Leave this place and continue your foolish games elsewhere. Or three, Join me, in the hunt for those that enter this place." His tone was absolute. Demanding even, but a bit more diplomatic then the term usually contained.
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Healing Heart Musician Crew
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Posted: Sun Jan 09, 2011 1:48 pm
Rumia looked up at the man from her meal as she noticed the snake had left so it was just her now with the armored man "True strength? Battlefield?" she wondered
"Sorry I was here first and I want to eat first before i leave, I'm really not in the mood for playing" Rumia answered as she went back to her body she pulled of one of the legs next and began chomping down on it she was still facing the man but seemed more interested in her meal than him
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Posted: Fri Jan 14, 2011 2:25 pm
The omnipotent forces still seemed to linger in the cold, darkness of this town. The snake returned to the graveyard now many times larger than previously, and with his considerable growth in power was no longer fearful. Roga was surprised to see his sword and clothing still lying where he left them.
He looked from left to right, searching in the darkness, slithering between the graves. He came across a grave with the name purposefully damaged, yet one of the only decorated with a tombstone. Intrigued, he burrowed into the ground, invaded the coffin and disturbed the sacred peace of the deceased.
"The dead has risen once more!" he chuckled in the broken coffin, dirt spilling in. Roga soon stopped the laughter. The demon realized he needed to force himself out, having been covered in several feet of heavy mud and dirt.
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Posted: Thu Jan 27, 2011 6:30 pm
Rumia had finished eating and before angering the man anymore she sunk into the shadows vanishing "We can talk later, bye" her voice echoed from the darkness
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Posted: Mon Mar 07, 2011 9:01 pm
Returning with a few flowers resting in his clothing, Roga made his way to the grave he had escaped from. Fixing up the disturbed earth, he tried to renew the grave to a respectable, neat form. The broken tombstone which sat in the ground above it, seemed to be purposely fractured at the name. He moved his hand onto the broken ridge, grazing his fingertips across it. 'Smoothly slashed, a trace of demon scent. Yet the scent seems to be extremely prevalent in this place,' the wanderer thought.
He gazed around at the surrounding head stones realizing, they remained relatively intact, certainly, not damaged like this grave. The damage was unique to this specific grave. He also pondered random vandalism but figured a vandal would have targeted indiscriminately at multiple graves. He pondered,' why not just rip out the whole stone? this must have been meant to publicly defame, dishonor this person, but why? and who?.'
Creating more questions than answers, Roga sat down the flowers softly at the grave, then stepped away. He bowed and began walking back to the Inn.
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