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Post by Behemoth on Apr 21, 2007 12:41:59 GMT -5
It was somewhat lonely being by himself, but he kept telling himself to get over it; he was the most powerful demon in the netherworld and the possible universe, why should he be lonely? He had power to keep him warm at night. But perhaps, perhaps it was not enough, he though. Sighing, he hung his head, still walking along the edge of a cliff whilest paying no attention to his surroundings. He hid his hands in his pockets, and pat down the side of the cliff; it was a while before it managed to hit the bottom. "Rurge." He grunted, then spat again, and listened up. But he didn't stop, not even for the sake of his own record.
Falling might actually be a bit unhealthy in this situation, but he could care less. Turning, he began walking away from the cliff, coughing twice quite loudly as he went. Finding a small, ordinary can on the ground, he kicked it and kept walking. Each kick made a small tapping sound, and the inside of the can rattled, apparently full of something. He frowned, and bent down to pick up the can. On a normal occasion Laharl would have simply disregarded the can entirely, and threw it far off, but looking inside he remembered something. He remembered that he was hungry, and dropped the can as his stomach made it's hungry sounds. He kept the frown and rather cranky look on his face, and rubbing his stomach continued onward.
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Post by Yumei on Apr 21, 2007 19:47:29 GMT -5
Aeirn stumbled into the open looking around frantically for something in particular, but after wandering aimlessly for so long, it seemed as if she had forgotten it. It didn't matter. Aeirn was focused on finding whatever it was she needed to find, even if she had forgotten it. Her bloodlust was raging again, after trying to restrain that force for the past hour or so, and it annoyed Aeirn quite a bit. Unknowingly, she had looked at several ravens and crows in the sky, as they dropped dead, in plain sight. Little did Aeirn know that she was definitely not alone. She looked around after that little mishap, a mistake that was. A blunder. Aeirn secretely wished she didn't have to fight anyone.
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Post by cresian on Apr 24, 2007 16:52:18 GMT -5
Cresian slid through the ruins without so much as a whisper of his crimson and white linens as he traversed the barren landscape of the Solar Graveyard. Meteors, cosmic debris, small planets, you never did know exactly what you would find here. Regardless, Cresian searched through the ruins slowly, wraithing across the terrain far to quickly as he finally came to a great cliff. Below, a green glow eminated from the depths of the netherworlds deepest fissures. Green gases rose from holes carved in the cliffs by the passage of time and the demons that inhabitted the land.
Cresian... Did not belong here... Not that he belonged in the Netherworld in general... He was a human, a denizen of a plane FAR different from this one. But even so, he simply shrugged and slid back across the cliff and up the sheer wall that lined it. Breathe coming easy for the assassin legend, he mounted the top of the gorge at the pace of a normal mans sprint and slid towords the top of the great mesa as ghostily as before. The black sky streached for miles in every direction, filled with a green radiance that came from the hundreds of thousands of objects that littered its terrain. But coming to the top of the towerlike rock he saw two individuals, aparently unaware of each other, about to converge at a four way crossing made some demonic crew long ago.
Licking his lips, Penance rune burning with black essence on his back, Cresian descended like a ghost on the pair. He couldn't get there before they met... But it was always easier when your opponents weakened eachother first wasn't it?
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Post by Behemoth on Apr 24, 2007 19:57:27 GMT -5
Laharl, who had not noticed the girl as she stumbled about in the dark somewhere near him, instead turned to see a potential enemy comming straight at him in an airial strike. He didn't even flinch against this new enemy, in fact he was so weak he even had the looks of a weakling. Smirking and starting a stare at him, he drew forth his blade and held it forward. He locked the blade directly in front of him, aimed for the other as he awaited his chance to strike him down. It wouldn't be long before that one would be lying on the ground, wishing he hadn't made such a horrible offence against the prince of the netherworld, the self proclaimed strongest demon in existance.
In a shining instant, as the opponet neared him as his moment for attack appeared, the shoulder! Bringing up his blade and pushing his right leg back a crazy blood lust appeared in his eyes as he made the proper aim. "Blade Rush!" He cried out, then throwing himself forward blade pulled back he unleashed a mighty strike against his enemy's shoulder, a strike so powerful the chance of suriving it were dangerously low. Dangerous for him, that is.
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Post by Yumei on Apr 25, 2007 1:36:50 GMT -5
Aeirn looked around and then immediately saw that there was a fight taking place. Aeirn did not actually wish to fight against these two, especially considering that all her powers had not returned to her yet and that she lacked the control over her death gaze for it to seem reliable enough to allow any damage to be caused. Instead, Aeirn looked for a place to spectate the battle and looked up, seeing a tall, dead emergence tree and leapt up to perch upon the highest branch. It was an extremely dangerous time to do any combat especially with _that_ guy around, so Aeirn just hoped that she'd be kept out of sight. Or even taken to safety by _someone_. _ANYONE_.
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Post by cresian on Apr 25, 2007 17:16:23 GMT -5
(@ Behemoth, where is laharls profile?)
The demon had noticed him and rocketed forwords, raising blade and racing past like a bullet, but the fool didn't seem to notice so Cresian didn't mind... The blade sliced cleanly through the heavy red folds of fabric, floating empty now in the air. Mocking laughter seemed to fill every crevase and debris, lilting tauntingly on the wind from every direction as Cresian adjusted himself slightly. Hidden and barely breathing for fear of the overlord so close. Close, that had been WAY to close... 'That can't be who I think it is... He would of... Ha... haha.... HahaHaha...'
'The attack will need to be precise...
The blood red linens atop his usual white assassins cowel had been expensive, but no matter. Both hand blades slid into place with a near silent Tchink, but in the silence following the attack, their sound echoed all around the crossingway. 'Can't you see me? I guess your not who I mistook you for... But I suppose mistakes can be corrected though can't they? ' A maniacal giggle nearly shook him, but his honed reflexes caught it in a death grip before his face had a chance to be touched by his emotions. "Lets go..."
(edit: Spelling)
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Post by Behemoth on Apr 26, 2007 17:41:56 GMT -5
"First off," He said, lowering his blade so that he could see past it, "Why th' hell are you trying to attack me in the first place! You tryin' to prove something, loser? 'Cause you doing this is like suicide, y'know. I am the most powerful demon in the Netherworld, after all. And can kill you in an instant." He said with an arrogant smirk. The real reason he was doing thisa wasn't because he cared for this nobody's life, but he cared for his own blade. He feared of getting it dirty with the blood of a nobody, only blood of a fine warrior would suit him and the blade perfectly.
"Don't you know who I am?" He slung the blade over his shoulder, keeping it there. The smirk never left his face, and a glare had already joined it. He wanted to announce his presence, but, anyone in the netherworld who didn't know him should at least get a guess in before they die for lack of knowledge.
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