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Post by ±Witchcraft± on Sept 21, 2008 10:49:27 GMT -5
“And when it all goes to hell, will you be able to tell me you're sorry with a straight face.”
“And when it all goes to hell, will you be able to tell me you're sorry with a straight face.”
Again, since Rhyme was unable to sing it came out as monotone. He stared at Lucifer with the same angry hurtful eyes he used on his father. It brought back all the old memories of his life and firmed his resolve. He let his father ruin his sisters, he wouldn’t let Suzume follow the same path if he could help it.
He sighed as he continued to run. He really wanted this guy off his back since he knew that as long as he was near, he would try and corrupt him. He decided to try something he heard a holy student mutter one time, though he doubted it would work here.
“By the light I state that I shall take no offers that you give now or in the future. And with that I ask that you leave me to my own corruption by the pact that you have made to let each mortal choose their own path” (<---major chance to bite him in the ass later lol)
((And if this is a bad post just let me know too since I don’t know what you are planning and I‘ll try and change it))
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Sept 21, 2008 20:06:53 GMT -5
"As much as I can appreciate chanting... actual sentances drawn from your own knowlege of language rather than that of others would be greatly appreciated." Lucifer had a slight frown on his face. He showed no sign of shrinking away or pain from the saying of the little chant. Light didn't affect or harm him so he had no clue why Rhyme was swearing on light, actually it struck Lucifer as being rather amusing. "You're not a priest or a man of God, are you?" he asked, a bit of a laugh caressing his vocal chords as he shook his head, obviously finding this whole conversation reaching an almost rediculous level of uselessness. "Nonetheless you've continued to repeat that you don't wish for my assistance that I only offer out of the kindness of my heart so I must make my exit now, though I do believe that I'll have the distinct displeasure of encountering you some time in perhaps the future that's yet to come." and so he seemed to slip through the fabric of existance as if he was a mere illusion that played upon the mind and so in which case he was never present to irritate Rhyme as he had so very much seemed to.
Israfel had a frown on his face as he carried the limp body of Suzume, 'Sorry, kid... you just can't keep running away like that! Because I'm not so sure about you but some of us would like to get out of here and you being safe through all of this is kind of implied all the while.' he thought to himself as he followed the little string that would assumedly lead him to Rhyme. God, he hoped that he didn't look like some kind of traitorous fiend... yeah, most people like to pick on the guy who happened to be dressed in all black. Discrimination, I tell ya. Discrimination.
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Post by ±Witchcraft± on Sept 27, 2008 12:03:01 GMT -5
(( -tries to sidestep the giant plot hole without falling in to his doom- Hey Liz! We should make this a TMA Landmark! ))
After Lucifer left Rhyme just kind of stood there. Having a chat with a god can kind of do that to a person. He was nothing like Rhyme expected and prepared himself for. He expected someone who would try and deceive him, trick him into giving up his soul for something that can easily be taken away, but no, Lucifer was almost kind.
Rhyme sat himself down to try and get everything in order. He didn’t really care about Suzume at the moment since he couldn’t hear her running anymore. He would need to try and find a way to locate her again before he could even start going after her.
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