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Post by Man of Many Murders on Apr 3, 2008 20:42:37 GMT -5
George nodded to Eithne. "All right... This way then." He told her and began to walk away from the tower. George was constantly checking his back to make sure that no one was following them. That was all they needed to have one of the subordinates follow them. As they walked farther away from the tower George stopped looking over his shoulder so much. It took them a bit but at last they came to a clearing where a small village lay before them. Most of the homes were simple huts made from wood. It was obvious this was a poor village. But the sad part about it was that nowadays most of the once cities had all been reduced to this around the world. "I don't know if you will be able to meet the leader. They have many bases, but one of their officers is staying in this town for a couple of days. Perhaps he might be able to help you a bit." He told them as they past through the small town. Many people were outside, but all of them wore dirty rags. They looked as if they were all homeless. George stopped them in front of one hut and told them to wait there. As he vanished inside the hut a group of children walked over to the two of them. One of them, a girl of only five years of age, tugged on Eithne's shirt. She wore only an over sized shirt which itself was torn. She was very skinny for her age as if she had been eating poorly. On closer look all the children looked like this. When she spoke her voice was very soft, "Please miss... Do you have some food?" She asked with hopeful eyes. "Here Sissy." A male's voice came from in front of the two. Standing there was a man in blue jean like pants and a white shirt. Next to him was George. The man tossed the girl a loaf of bread. "How can I help you two?" He asked them.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Apr 3, 2008 20:52:36 GMT -5
Eithne didn't seem too terribly emotionally moved by the scene, hard times could prove to be good for some people, admittedly Eithne didn't like them that much, herself... but these people and children- they could deal. Eithne would suggest they didn't touch her, though. She crossed her arms over her chest, "Pardon me if I don't exactly trust you... but first things first... you're in charge here- aren't you? Are you 'Gael?' Because if you are... we need to talk to you..." She motioned to Damon and then herself. She didn't know whether or not Damon cared- but hell, he should care... because Damon was like that.... generally caring about situations like this. Eithne clutched her little bottle of pills tight in her hand, poverty generally made people more prone to steal things- and Eithne didn't want to lose the medicine... even if there were generally more needy people around her, she had to look out for herself as well... if she wasn't so careful about her own health and wellbeing... she'd be dead long before now.
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Post by Creator on Apr 3, 2008 21:29:38 GMT -5
Life # 2-3 Posts Rested - 13 ((Do I even need to post anymore? It seems like you two enjoy going on without me. Kinda pisses me off.)) Damon followed, still taking in the sights. You never knew what seemingly trivial information could prove vital. "It's intriguing. I'm eager to meet myself. I assume that if I couldn't defeat whoever attacked TMA, I'd have just run. My abilities are very good for that." He watched Eithne curiously, assuming the pills were something to keep her from going into batshit crazy vampire mode. Then he remembered Cowl's blood, and took the purple rectangle out from his coat pocket. "I know it's kind of weird to offer, but do you need this? I don't think Cowl will anymore, and it can't have gone bad. It's stored just as it was when we found it." Though he was talking about one thing, Damon's mind was going crazy, trying to remember anyone at the school named Gale. But nothing came to mind. He waved a hand and Soul Punisher formed from the air, falling into his hand. The blade flared up with black flames, and a surge billowed up into the air. The flames shattered, leaving Berstunic in their wake, and the sword faded again. Damon took a knee, panting as the little amphiptere settled down before him. "Damn. That takes a lot. Looks like this one's done for." A burst of smoke shot up around him, and when it faded, he stood, rejuvenated. Berstunic took his place on his shoulder and he resumed walking with the others, fighting the need to check out the remains of TMA. Then a new thought came to mind. "Eithne. Assuming you're a survivor, won't your future self pretty much look like you do now?" ((I shall now respond to the next two posts. Guess that means you'll have to respond to stuff that's already passed. Oh well.)) Upon seeing the people, or rather, the condition of the people, Damon's eyes grew cold and uncaring. True, he felt bad for them, but his job came first. He removed his claw once more and stepped in front of Eithne, then looked back at her. "Let me try. It's faster than idle conversation, and I should be able to see his true self without all the interrogation." He reached out, attempting to connect a fingertip with the man's arm. With that contact, he would open a door between his soul and the man's, allowing them to see into each other. "I just don't want him to see too much of me."
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Post by Man of Many Murders on Apr 4, 2008 13:32:18 GMT -5
((sorry about that... I didn't want to spend much time on the travel... George would not respond to Damon though so I'm going to act as if it is in the present. As for Eithne responding to Damon, she can figure it out. And again sorry)) George stayed quiet as the man shook his head to Eithne. "No I am not Gale." That was true. Gale was no where near here. And This man doubted they would ever meet him. As a matter of fact this man had never introduced himself to Gale at all. Even though of his very important rank. "Let us talk inside." He said pointing to the hut/ cabin. As he had said that Damon reached to touch him with his finger. But before he could touch him the man had walked backwards out of Damon's reach, then turned around and went inside. George followed the man back inside. To be frank he was a bit surprised on how Eithne had reacted to the children. They just wanted food. Any normal person would have. Then again perhaps she was just heartless like she was when George had first met her. "My name is Sagara. I work as a spy for the rebellion. George here has told me you need to ask me a few questions." Sagara had led them to a small table inside the hut. The table had four chairs just enough for all of them. On the table were four cups of water which had been poured for all of them. The hut itself was about the size of a camping cabin. Sagara had been stationed in this village for two weeks now and had gained a few good pieces of information. He had no problem stating what he knew to these two as long as he was sure they were on the rebellions side.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Apr 4, 2008 15:30:05 GMT -5
Eithne nodded, thinking as she looked around, 'Damon... it's fine, if there are any other vampires chancing to be in the area, it'd be helpful to have blood for them instead of having to give them medicine- it's cheaper, really." she shrugged, "So, Miss Sagara..." of course she knew Sagara was male- but she thought it was a feminine name... so what? "my guess is that you wouldn't be able to tell us how to contact this 'Gale' person, will you?" she shook her head, "I'd really like it if I'd be able to find a knowlegable person whom I can trust." Eithne might not have been considered exactly 'courteous' to anyone, she sounded too business for any situation, but she was serious. She wanted to get what she wanted from the situation and figure everything out. Everything was stressful and annoying so the sooner she could get things done, she could get on with her life.
(I was focused on four different things at the time I posted.... so I'm sorry if I messed up something or there's a hard to understand sentence or something.)
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Post by Creator on Apr 4, 2008 19:03:44 GMT -5
Life #3 Posts Rested - 14 Damon stood still, glaring at the man. He wouldn't be able to trust him until he saw for himself, and he had to have some reason for avoiding contact. As to what that reason was, he could only speculate. He nodded to Eithne, having tucked the solidified blood safely away. He stepped inside the hut and stood against the wall, not sitting and not taking his drink. Berstunic glanced around from person to person, and as usual, he and Damon were exchanging telepathic words. "I want to know who survived," he said flatly, watching the man.
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Post by Man of Many Murders on Apr 5, 2008 10:42:33 GMT -5
Sagara shook his head. "Meeting Gale is impossible." It was a matter of fact. Gale did not have time to see every person that wanted to meet with him. As the leader of the rebellion he had many duties. Those duties were his top priority. "I can tell you some of the things I do know." He turned to Damon and answered his question. "As far as I know the total of survivors from the destruction totals to about 50 people. Where they are now and exactly who they are we do not know. About twenty of them joined the rebellion with Gale." That was all he knew on the manner of exactly who survived. He turned back to Eithne. "I do not know exactly why you are here and why you are so interested in the rebellion and the Nine. Perhaps you are not from this time?" He asked referring to time travel. People who time traveled were no longer a surprise so it wouldn't be odd to ask someone if they were a time traveler.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Apr 5, 2008 16:20:33 GMT -5
"I don't come from this time... I'm a student at Twilight Moon Academy and a personal friend of Cowl's... if he's supposedly as important as I've been lead to believe then you should know who he is, anyways- He's been taken to this time and I'm concerned for his safety." one of the noticeable things with Eithne was that when she was frustrated she tended to make more hand gestures when she talked, but that was beside any point that was needed now. Eithne wanted to know if these survivors would be able to help her at all... she needed to get Cowl back because well, it was her job to protect him... and she had failed to do that. Though Eithne couldn't deny she that she fealt that Cowl was at fault here... needing to have someone save him whenever trouble starts knocking.
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Post by Creator on Apr 5, 2008 18:49:51 GMT -5
Live #3 Posts Rested - 15 "So basically," Damon began to add, "If you could point us in their direction and maybe give us a lucky rabbit's foot or something, we'll be on our way to get that retard back and maybe kill a few of those 'Nine' in the process." Damon, of course, knew it wouldn't be that easy, but he evidently had a reason for acting like it. He looked to Berstunic, who nodded and leapt down to the ground, fading into the shadows and out of sight. "Also, we'll need a time portal home, and if you don't mind, I need a triple-A battery for my mp3 player." The last bit was a sort of sarcastic impatience, made evident by his continuous glances out the window, as if the world outside was going to run away while he wasn't looking.
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Post by Man of Many Murders on Apr 5, 2008 21:58:31 GMT -5
Sagara paused listening to their words and actions. So he was right they were from the past. He had expected as much. Sagara listened to Eithne and thought it was very odd that she happened to be a student of Twilight Moon Academy. He could understand why she wanted to check for survivors. Though the name Cowl he did not recognize. "I do not recognize that name." And if he did not recognize that name he doubted anyone else did. "That name does sound familiar though." He said then paused again thinking. Just where had he heard that name before. He was positive he had recognized it somewhere. Then it came to him. "Wait..." He said as he strolled over to his pack of things and took out a very old text book. "This book was said to be one of the things that survived the destruction." Sagara had a look of intensity on his eyes. Such as if this was his thing. What could he say he was a book worm. Going through the book he finally found what he looked for. "This book is a list of prophecies made by Aristotle. I believe that in one of them their mentions something about a Cowl." He continued to look through the book until he stopped. "Hmmm... This is interesting. I believe it says 'The war of the divine will return when the line of Athena comes to it's end. The end shall start with rebirth and destruction and continue unto the heavens. The end remains unclear at this moment. But if the line of Athena ends then destruction is unavoidable.'" Sagara looked up. "If I am not mistaken there once was a boy named Cowl who betrayed the academy. I believe he was killed by Gale. And as for defeating all the Nine that is impossible. That is because of the Nine only three are in this time." That end was true. Sagara seemed to of forgot about the portal to get back home.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Apr 6, 2008 14:17:26 GMT -5
"...and you're sure this 'Gale' person is on our side?" She asked, disbelief heavy in her tone. She shook her head, "and what kind of coward never shows thier face?" Eithne didn't hold this rebellion leader in too high regard, obviously. She sighed, shaking her head, the future seemed really screwed up- false heroes to give false hope. From what Eithne saw and knew... there was no way that these people were going to win. They needed more supplies, more people... and most certainly stronger magic. If so many people had already died it was just proof that they had no chance... she didn't say anything about that, but she couldn't help but think that this was likely to be her fault... considering she didn't let Cowl just die. Things would be simpler that way. Eithne looked from Damon to Sagara, then from Sagara back to Damon. These people needed a leader who'd actually be there for them... she was willing to help, because obviously the end of the world wasn't exactly what anyone had in mind for an ideal future. It was in everyone's best interest, unless you were a demon by the name of Khentimentu... but that's a literary reference nobody would understand so it'd better be left forgotten.
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Post by Creator on Apr 7, 2008 16:45:31 GMT -5
Life #3 Posts Rested - 16 Damon sat in silence for a moment, processing this new information. He crossed his arms, glancing out the window once more before looking over at Eithne. "There's a chance Gale could actually kill Cowl in this time, not in our present." He didn't say any more on the matter, because he had no idea how things would happen. "This isn't much help. Nobody here knows where anyone is, and the so-called 'expert' we're talking to had to go flip through a book to remember the name of someone in a prophecy about the end of the world. You'd think anyone could remember something like that." He turned back to Sagara with a look of mild amusement. "Which numbers are in this time? And furthermore, if time travel is so casual now, why can't the Nine just go into the future, find out how they die, then go into the past and prevent it? Either they're too stupid to think of that, or they know we'll be coming, they know what will happen to us and Cowl, and they know exactly how it will all play out."
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Post by Man of Many Murders on Apr 7, 2008 21:01:25 GMT -5
Sagara listened to both Eithne's words and Damons. "I can not exactly tell you the way the Nine are thinking. But I may be able to tell you of how I view it. People can predict what might happen in the future but their is no way to travel there in my opinion for one reason. Ever so often a person comes along who can change the events written on a grand scale and alter the flow of time greatly. These people are rare. We all make day to day choices. But even though we make those choices, which indeed to change the future, it does only very slightly. So traveling to the future is impossible at the moment. One can travel back because that is history. Do you get what I mean?" He asked hoping they did get it. Well if they didn't at least he did. "Also as to who is here... Of what I know. They are numbers 9 and 2."
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Apr 8, 2008 20:04:25 GMT -5
EIthne sighed, of course all they knew was that there were two people here... and out of three? Well, she would have figured they would have known all three that were here- because that would probably be relatively easy to find out, right? "And how long exactly have you all been living in this... poverty?" she looked around, though she figured they probably got food via time travel or whatever... which would probably be cost efficient enough.
(sorry for the short post)
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Post by Creator on Apr 10, 2008 17:07:50 GMT -5
Life #3 Posts Rested - 17 Damon stifled a chuckle and smiled kindly. "Well I can assure you travel to the future is possible. Perhaps they have imperfect methods, but I know a man who can travel into the future or past if he so desires." He hung his head down upon hearing which two of the Nine were here, at least that they knew of. Two, one of the weaker ones, and Nine, supposedly the toughest. If the Nine couldn't go into the future, then they were in a much better position than he'd thought, though it still wasn't very good. "Is there any sort of government at all, or is this total anarchy?"
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