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With "Wherever You Are" as his backdrop and Durem as his course, Syril left Caelestis behind, returning, once more, to his former roots. He blazed through the streets of Durem in his 94 Saleen with no regard for the law. With his left hand cutting the wind at 125 MPH and his right hand steering, he left Durem in his dust, without a second thought.

He was paying more attention to the sky, than the streets in front of him. The same sky, he knew, was the sky Ana was looking at. It was too bad they couldn't stick together, but their love transcended anything. It transcended time, so what was a few thousand miles?

With a few quick calculations, Syril realized he'd arrive at Libero within five minutes.

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((OOC is fun! *dances the dance of OOCness* My avie is a newb, my avie is a newb, hi-ho the derry-o my avie is a newb. HEY!))

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The Saleen pulls up to the front of Libero Mafia. Syril gets out, approaches the mansion and slides his card. The gate swings open and he makes his way inside. He takes a deep breath, looking around. Then, he moves to the stiars, taking two at time.

Reaching the second floor landing, Syril goes down the hall, reaching the defence room. He punches in a few codes and the wall opens to allow him in. He enters, typing on the computer as soon as he can. The room lights up. All the computers turn on, displaying various information from around the mansion.

Suddenly, the entire room shuts off again. Syril types on the computer, confused as to why this is happening. Suddenly, one single screen, the one directly in front of him turns on, displaying: "When I feel blue...I think of you...cause you're true...wherever you are...."

All systems returned to normal. Ana left him a message. She knew him all too well and cracked his codes and blocked the virus. Of course, he wasn't suprised.

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Sarah awoke on her bed. 'No surprise there' she thought. Almost a day ago she'd fallen into a slumber of the gorgeously manufactured material, not bothering to actually snuggle under the covers. She uncurled from the foetal position she had slept in and sat up, blinking groggily and now lightheaded for rising too fast.
Sarah slowly and cautiously clambered off of the bed, noting the dirty prints her feet had made on the bed. Not for the first time she cursed now wearing footwear, which she would then take off when inside anywhere. Her feet had long since grown accustomed to travelling everywhere bare, so getting hurt wasn't a problem, dirt was a major fact, however.

She moved from her room, the door had been left open from the previous night, and she shut it behind her with a certain gentleness that took her by surprise.
Wandering down the hallway, Sarah looked for any doors that seemed to lead to washroom facilities, and found one just a few doors down from her room. The door was open and the room clearly not in use, so she slipped inside and locked the door behind herself, commencing to take a shower and wash thoroughly.

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Morpheus was outside, there was not a peep out of things, both Balmung and Aleksandr had heard. The army was going after the heart's signal, and not by their leaders. Soon they'll be here, ready to slaughter the mansion, yet modernized technology could fight back, would destroy them.

He hoped.

He closed his eyes, a mediocre attempt at trying to calm himself, he could still feel the chains, solidly keeping him from transforming back. Yet he had enough to hold back Isakh's army, enough to ravage it into pieces. Other entities remained unharmed, they wanted no business in the Heart, they avoided it at all costs, if only Morpheus had listened.

He held Valmanway in his hands, the lightness of it, its power. Valmanway had served him well, he was prepared to die with it.

Slowly, he turned and went inside, taking one look back at the calm silence that would not be as such any longer.

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(( Righto! biggrin So where outside is this character of yours? Anywhere Sarah would see if wandering out to her bike round the front?))

The sound of running water was abruptly cut off as Sarah, finished with her shower, reappeared from the bathroom wrapped in a towel with her clothes draped across her arm. She took her time walking down the hallway, chances of anyone seeing her were miniscule.
Once she arrived at her room she opened the door and closed it behind her after walking in. She laid her clothes on the bed and sat beside them, waiting for her body and hair to dry before getting dressed again. Once she was dressed, she would have to go and get some new clothes.

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((He's inside the main room of the first floor. I'm on the phone so this post'll be short.))

He sat down.

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((Let me detail it now.))

Morpheus looked upward, he chuckled, even the damned pray to God. Sooner or later, he'd have to meet the army, and sooner or later, he'd have to die.

He cradled his head around the softness of the chair, wondering expectantly who else would be there, Julius would no doubt chicken out. Aleksandr'd have to, Balmung of course, would be there. Richard was questionable, and Ira even more so.

The chances of them winning were slim, like they had any. He coughed, an irritable cold had caught him lately, and he'd yet to shake it off.

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Gene awoke feeling rather violent, so he took out a sniper rifle, propped up near a window he opened, and prepared to snipe some birds in the air. He would probably miss most of the shots, but there wasn't much else to do. Hopefully none of the mansion's defenses would flip out after he fired, but he shrugged and fired a shot out toward the forest anyway.

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((So what happened to "outside"? o_O ))

Sarah gave up and stood up quickly. The towel dropped from her body and she quickly pulled on her clothes, leaving out her underwear as that wouks imply be too uncomfortable to wear wet. She didn't want to dry herself with this towel, as it seemed odd to use a towel that belonged to someone else to dry her more inexposed parts.
Sarah gave one last look to the towel, debating just what to do with it,then wondering just where she would wash her clothes when she had nes ones anyway. She gave one last shrug and left her room, locking the door behind her and making her way down the hall and downstairs, outside to her bike.
It started up with a loud roar, result of the modifications Sarah had pulled on it, and she whipped along the driveway to the gates, stopping to let herself out, then setting off again down the road.

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((He went inside in the first post.))

He heard the roars, and he heard the gunshot, he stood up, and thought less of it. He merely stood up, still as a rock. Until he opened his phone, and began dialing something.

"Morpheus?" It was Aleksandr. Morpheus turned around.

"I'll be at the mansion in a second, we're going soon." Picking up Valmanway, he left the building, and prepared the long road to damnation.

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The moon is shining beautifully tonight, thought Josef as his light tan Kubelwagen vechile skidded to a halt in front of Libero's gates. Smiling through his gas mask, he chuckled as he slid out across the damp leather seats, breath rasping in the rich fall air. Slamming the door behind him, the CD player skipped over "Asche zu Asche" one last time as it came to a halt. Opening his jacket further, he breathed in deep, life flooding his lungs through his modified mask, concealing old wounds. Truly, to create beauty such as this, there must be a God. No mere chance could have created such shades of red and yellow, the feeling of cool night air against exposed skin.

"Of course, Josef, God must have his servants...isn't that the name you gave me?"

The voice echoed from across the woods, heavenly and inhumanly sweet, striking an almost forgotten chord within Josef's soul. He reeled about, scanning the edge of the brilliant colored woods, seeing nothing. Shaking his head, and damning his memories, he turned back around, but once more that voice came to him, giggling, urging him into the forest.

He couldn't resist the siren song of his lover, and let loose a cry of joy, tearing across the broken sticks and leaves, the dead and shattered of the forest, smashing through all that stood in his way. His lungs began to burn with hellfire, as he collasped into a small aclove, rolling onto his back, and looking into that haunting pare of green eyes.

"Engel...I thought I lost you forever..."

The sickening scent of hot iron flooding Josef's senses, his lover leaning down, her long raven black locks brushing across his cheeks. She laid down upon him, caressing his chest and reaching behind his neck, slowly undoing his mask, staring longingly into his eyes. Within moments, she cast aside Josef's Gas Mask, and crawled foward, leaning down with eyes closed, ruby red lips coming ever closer...

Yet never touching. Josef opened his eyes once more, staring up into Engel's towering above him, her weapons bound to her sides, and that damned symbol dancing brightly aflame against the pale moonlight. Her eyes were still full of passion, of longing, but for something far different entirely. Josef's screams echoed across the still night, as her own words scarred his soul.

"You have lost me forever..."

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((********.
Ugh -_- Be a Rammstein fan, by all means. But why force your character to like what you do? And using random foreign words? So cliched.
In case you're gonna get all defencive, and you will, I'm a big Rammstein fan, and I enjoy the German language, but I don't use random words from it))

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Syril scanned the computers. A girl leaving the bathroom...a man downstairs...was that Josef in the forest? He doubted any of these people know of his presence in the mansion. He didn't want a flashy entrance. Jimen may not even know he had returned, yet.

Ana flooded his thoughts during the moments that his routines became boring. He wondered where she was, what she was doing, who she was with or if she was alone. He knew she was safe. He'd know if she wasn't. The connection that they had was amazing. No doubt, she knew he was thinking of her and he knew that she knew it. They could read each other's minds my looking into each other's eyes.

But she wasn't here. He had an obligation to Libero and he mustn't be distracted. He wondered where Jimen was...

((Is it nessicary to be so critical, Oxy?))

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((Curse ye. Engel is Engel for a reason, she was intended to be Josef's Gaurdian Angel, and she was a kidnapped Psychic. Engel simply had more of a ring to it than Angel. Oh, and Josef listens to much more than Rammstein and Pink Floyd. He also ejoys country, one thing I can't stand. I simply chose Asche zu Asche because that's what I was playing at that time.))
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