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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Jul 27, 2007 21:13:17 GMT -5
"They're fighting about moms. I'm just fighting because it's personal between them two, and not for me. Personal fights get ugly, so who wants that?" Gerro asked. Speaking of personal fights, it was getting close to Allysa and Lisa's depression time. He ought to start checking his meals for poison again, maybe sleep in someone else's room for a while.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Jul 27, 2007 21:57:59 GMT -5
"First of all Gerro, I don't care what this idiot's pajamas look like, second of all- I don't have a home and third of all, I highly doubt someone of your stature could put up a fight or solve any problems, especially those of the unsortable kind." He spat the words from his lips like bile as he looked towards the teacher. His eyes burned sulfur in color, angrily at Gerro. A familiar darkness clung to thier center but it was impossible to place anywhere. It seemed almost like the eyes that one might remember staring back at them in thier most terrifying of nightmares, watching as the eyes for the devourer who sat, hungering for more souls to be cast into the pit. Flames danced in his eyes, darkness swirled about his pupils and Israfel seemed more or less oblivious to the darkness welled up inside of him, though his gaze projected all this from inside him, not really what he was now. But potential for what he could become. There was something that Israfel didn't know about himself, but it could be left to say that it had to do with Israfel's father.
Terent edged slowly, a few more steps away from the battle, Israfel's gaze wasn't one of someone that you wanted to be around and he didn't want to be at ground zero. "Jatza... this might get a tad dangerous..." He warned as he withdrew his Francisca axes from his pack, he had two of them- the third stayed in the bag in case he needed it later. "Cecil, you need help?" he asked.
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Post by Arual on Jul 27, 2007 22:17:26 GMT -5
Cecil stood up. He wasn't afraid of Israfel, or what could happen to him. It was making sure no one else was hurt. He shook his head in a 'no' to Terent while drawing his sword. " Just make sure Shana is ok. "My older brother killed her, actually. Poisoned to be more precise." he responded in his normal voice. Why get worked up over something like that? It was childish.
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Post by hannah montana on Jul 27, 2007 22:21:51 GMT -5
"Oh yeah, well, I don't like your pants," Amber said to no one in particular, then ducked behind Jatza. "Jatza! Save me!! I'm too hot to die!! Oh, and for the record, I think we should all have a nice, tall glass of Chill Out and sip it while we bask in the sunlit fields of colliflower and daisies."
[[Does anyone else actually like. Act out what you're character does as you post and say what they say to see which words match with how it was said? XD I FEEL LIKE A RETARD WHEN I DO THAT LAWL. Am I a retard alone? D:]]
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Jul 27, 2007 22:25:32 GMT -5
(I do that a lot. It kind of scares me when I'm being a cruel or sadistic character lol. xD Gerro is more natural for me, even though I could never be as perverted as he is. )
"Ugh, you two," Gerro sighed. Insults were pointless. He had screamed them all at himself, so he was familiar with them. Perhaps they just needed some good time alone to come to terms with themselves. Oh well, that's life.
"Don't get so angry," he advised Israfel. "Even if you burn yourself up into a rage and kick the crap out of all of us, it won't make you feel any better... well maybe a little, but not much. Go find a few girls and have fun with life. I'm sorry you don't have a home, and I'm sorry you don't like me being a sprite or cheerful or whatever, but you need to get out of your depressed tantrum." These could indeed be cutting words, but Gerro said them softly without sarcasm or heat.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Jul 27, 2007 22:51:52 GMT -5
Israfel narrowed his eyes, "You only feel the pain as long as there's weakness, and through Hell alone can you be free from the weaknesses of good... and you'll be free from life" He said under his breath. The words that were burned into his mind and scourged into his back from the floggings that lasted months at a time, the scars still there as proof accross his back. "for life itself is only a vision, a dream... you see? Everything that you say will make things better is just a bunch of lies." his voice seemed familiar with the words and they seemed bitter in Israfel's throat. The words were those of Israfel's father, whether or not Israfel knew the person was in fact his father. The truth was... if Israfel did know, it would eat him apart and dissolve him from the inside out like acid.
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Jul 27, 2007 23:04:05 GMT -5
Gerro raised an eyebrow and verrrrrry carefully avoided from laughing. "That was straight out of one of those Harry Potter books, I know it. Or wait, no, Sasuke said it... or was it Cecil?" The sprite gave a side glance to Cecil, grinning in that 'you-know-you-did' kind of way.
"Well, you'd probably know this if you'd read Harry Potter (I won't spoil it!) but you wouldn't even be you if you didn't have 'weaknesses', but if you want to have absolutely no pain, I recommend suicide. Pain is the dark side of happiness, and you need balance to the force. Otherwise, death works."
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Post by hannah montana on Jul 27, 2007 23:12:24 GMT -5
"I agree with the sprite man," nodded Amber smartly. "And you know, some say that they prefer to be hugged by redheads than fighting. Oh, my. Am /I/ a redhead?" Then Amber added, "Hey, Crow. Thanks for suddenly being knocked out for 3 pages."
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Jul 27, 2007 23:53:11 GMT -5
(What the hell? Harry Potter? Lol! Never read the books, never seen the movies! I SHALL NOT CONFORM TO YOUR WAYS!! and well... I took that quote straight from elsewhere... though I won't tell you where... >_> because that would ruin it.) Israfel laughed, "Harry Potter? You think I'd waste my time to quote the imbeciles who dwell in the lives of fiction?" He asked, the knuckledusters glimmered on his hands and he looked towards Amber, then Terent, then Jatza, till his gaze fell back on Cecil. "Besides... after my death, all that awaits me is the same sentance I'm cursed to now, servitude under the throne of Lucifer. Sooner or later I'm going to find a way to do what nobody's done before.... and I'm going to free myself." Israfel's words were like venom when he spoke the name Lucifer, the fallen who had beaten Israfel into submission. Israfel's golden eyes softened momentarily at the thought of freedom from his Hellish bondage, and regaining his wings and passage into heaven...
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Jul 28, 2007 0:05:22 GMT -5
"There you go," Gerro said encouragingly. "Get a dream and stick to it." He thought about it for a second and then decided it was worth the sacrifice. "And yeah, if beating up Cecil will help you break free of your service in Hell, then yes, you can punch him to a pulp... but only this once."
(Geeze, don't you miss the good old role plays with Gerro, Cecil? ^_^ All the lovely mascara jokes and the love of having a friend that /never/ goes away, even when you want him to. xDDD)
"But for the record, you're kind of wasting your time with Cecil, who joins us in our black, dark, ebony, saaaable fictional dwellings of life.... or in simpler terms, reads stories where people go to the dark side and die... just not the Star Wars novels, only David reads them."
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Post by Arual on Jul 28, 2007 2:22:19 GMT -5
"Not helping Gerro." Cecil thought as he looked at Israfel in a cold glare. His sword gleamed in the oncoming light and the fog started to clear more so then before. "Fine...let's see who proves who wrong Israfel." Cecil said aloud.
((it does. XDDD "Shall I get the mascara for you my lord?" he asked Cecil who was totally silent and emo.))
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Jul 28, 2007 8:33:23 GMT -5
Israfel looked towards Cecil, obviously pleased, "Okay then, you make the first move." He stated as his feet slid accross the ground, carefully placed and Israfel's knees bent ever so slightly. His ebon hair rustled slightly in a breeze that swept over the graveyard and Israfel's hands tightened and loosened on his knuckledusters as he awaited Cecil to make a move. Israfel had an actual reason for this fight, it wasn't just because he had a sudden- if not somewhat irrational -dislike of Cecil, it was also because he had to see how far he could push himself past the limits of the scar on his palm. He readied his mind for the strain of fighting even with such a curse that would begin to make it's way up his arm, killing him like a leaprosy, he was ready. He just had to finish the battle before it got too bad. Though Israfel had such a disadvantage on everyone, it didn't show at all. Weaknesses of course were not something to show off.
(Oh! About what Reba said earlier about the whole saying what your characters say and stuff... yeah, I do that. I even start doing facial expressions and crap- which is really weird when I'm speaking Israfel's dialogue and stuff... but I seriously put waaay too much thought into my RPs, I lay awake at night thinking through what's going to happen in my plot and I'm pretty much acting them out... which is weird. So yeah, don't feel alone, Reba! We're all dorks! ^^)
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Post by Arual on Jul 28, 2007 11:16:58 GMT -5
Cecil's red eyes burnt with a bright red glow. Why was he to make the first move? Alright, something was definitely wrong about it.....No matter. It was his choice to agree, so there was no backing out now. His long sword [time skip Sasuke's sword] gave a streak of light as he pulled it out from behind him. The metal blade had a golden tint to it when looked at right- but the blade was silver. Cecil studdied Israfel in the seconds it took before going to meet him in a fight. He has something special..... but what? The ebony stray locks of his hair also blew in the breeze setting in the area and a foot slid on an angel. He didn't feel his pain anymore! He was a strong point right now..... which was good timing wise. Cecil ran up to Israfel sword in hand- ready for what is at stake... and what's ahead.
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Post by hannah montana on Jul 28, 2007 11:23:00 GMT -5
[[twehtfwest good XD I sometimes stand up and pretend I /am/ Amber, then I giggle at what I say, then I sit back down to type it out lmfao. XD It's sad how naturally Amber's actions come to me. Amber is how I act around my friends, reborn into a roleplay haha.]]
"Aww, whatever," Amber said, still behind Jatza. "Okay, I give up. You two can fight. Buuut, the second it looks like someone's gonna die, I'm going to transform into Wonderwoman and save the day. Capich?" She put her hands on her hips for a heroic stance. "Good thing I wore my Wonderwoman underwear today!"
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Jul 28, 2007 11:48:03 GMT -5
Israfel braced himself as the sword hit his knuckledusters, the edge of the blade inches from his face and he forced the blade off to his right while he rolled to the left. His arm came out to slice at the tendons at the back of Cecil's feet, his golden eyes glinted in the moonlight and he was actually laughing. He was enjoying the fight so far, it was going to be easier than he thought if it progressed like this, he cancelled out anything that went on around him that didn't have to do with the fight so he happily ignored Amber. (Sorry Amber and Reebz! Lol) He mentally made a map of the graveyard, the placements of gravestones and crypts. Dark tendrils of magic sprouted from his back like wings, feathered of all things, though terribly dark and they seemed to drip with blood that dissolved into dust when it dripped onto the ground. The mark on his hand surged at the appearance of the magic and it ate it's way up his arm, Israfel's arm twisted and convulsed as the muscles were distorted and torn and he clenched his teeth. He didn't slow down his movements to the next attack, thoguh- he was determined to to push his limits.
Terent frowned, something was going on, and he knew that it most certainly wouldn't be good.
Meanwhile Lucifer smirked from far, far away whilst he sat on his throne in hell, "You won't get anywhere that way... Ozryel will be there any minute at this rate." he heald a glass of wine in his hand, the deep purplish red of the merlot sloshed as Lucifer turned the glass in his hand, releasing the sweet aromas and he drank in the smell before sipping the drink. He blinked his eyes silently as his sulfur eyes watched the battle as well as everything that occurred in the realms where darkness and sin played thier roles.
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