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 Posted: Fri Jan 15, 2016 6:36 pm
(soon will post just to to find somthing i lost in real and do college homework )
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Posted: Sat Jan 16, 2016 2:34 pm
Why is he here?
Saturday, January 16, 2016
5:20 PM
His dogtags spangled together as the slight tang of upcoming combat spread throughout his mouth, allowing his laugh lines to spread, his lips turning into an almost crimson smile. The mercenary known as Polaris II stood at his own attention, the type four scale armor on his chest fixed with a birds peak style ventilator that lead to the C-pap designed face mask. His face covered in what seemed like a gasmask covered in war paints, his holsters emptied except for a single sheath carrying his specialized metasteel m48 black ops combat machete, the edge filed to a point for stabbing. His grey hair tied back under his rubber suit, that took up the interior of his outfit, fitted over by special operations fire retardant pants, and bolstered polymer chest armor, that covered under the vest. The vest's only defining feature was a skull like design, clearly being a punisher fan; his moderate build defined by his attire, his kevlar gloves tightening as he packed a fist, awaiting further instruction of who he was to face, not caring for any who wished to speak with him.
His voice slightly muffled by the ventilation system, he spoke as clearly as he could. "I hope I'm not too late to begin with this ordeal, my name is Gallows, Sir Gallows."
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Posted: Sat Jan 16, 2016 6:06 pm
She smiled at her mother's compliment and kissed her cheek before turning to her friend. "Good luck with the fight Nini, also thank you for the compliment you look so nice. I guess we shall enjoy ourselves until it's time for us to battle." With her snow leopard by her side, Vythica meandered around the courtyard where she stumbled upon more guests and greeted them. She had no particular destination in mind; she was just taking everything in and enjoying the crisp winter day.
There were quite a few people standing near the warmth of the fires, but the petite princess was accustomed to cold temperatures. It was always frigid in Vamraak. She felt a bit odd without her handmaidens and guards, but they had been given the day off as was customary. She was usually accompanied by knights more because of her status than for protection; Her leopard was fiercer and more vigilant than any guard. Her low hissing and sharp bared teeth warned away anyone who might mean her mistress harm.
One of the guests stood out to her wearing mask and looked very military styled. Vythica decided to make good talk with him and greet the man. she blushed hoping her dress didn't expose her chest to much. White lace framed the modest cleavage that peeked enticingly above the low-cut neckline and her sleeves consisted of upper and lower pieces attached to the bodice and each other by frothy turquoise ribbons.
He was standing next the musician playing a lute and singing. A small crowd had gathered around him and they parted to let her through. Soon she was standing at the front of the group, a smile turning up the corners of her lips as she listened to him sing. “He's very good, isn't he?” she whispered the military style man, she overheard him mention his name. "Would you like any refreshments, Sir Gallows?"
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Posted: Mon Jan 18, 2016 8:26 am
And the crowds naturally arrive to the freaks
Monday, January 18, 2016
11:12 AM
His form took to a less military stance as the crowds seemed to encircle him, out of place, his psycho look making him naturally seem like some kind of monster, when in reality, this was a man of the heathen. Gallows simply cocked his head at the female who seemed to try an involve herself in a conversation with him, asking him if he wanted anything that in his mind, would only weaken him. He was a man who understood more than most about the human body, a special forces surgeon in SEALs before he was ejected for his insane tendencies after the slaughter of his family, and then his unit. Banished from his homeland, and finding himself here now, he was one of the unknown to the vamraak, conscious to some, but not many, and now this female seemed to attempt to make him known to her, natural for people to concentrate on different, to try and rig their imagination to the entertainment; making a slight smile to peak from under his mask, the crimson lenses hiding his blood shot eyes that seemed to size up all he came in contact with.
His cocked head seemed to size up every aspect of the female, not in attraction, or even in taste, but to see how to slaughter her, his seemingly dead eyes creating a million mile stare at her, which could easily create a sense of discomfort, his gloved hands releasing from their fists to present two blood dried thumbs, his favorite approach to incorporate hand to hand combat. The lurking monster known as Gallows simply stared at her for a few moments before releasing the same tone, his words seemingly soothing from beneath the mask, the hidden scars hidden like the self inflicted tally marks beneath his armor. "Are you a competitor, specimen?"
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Posted: Mon Jan 18, 2016 10:41 am
"Thank you" She nodded to the empress' daughter .She caught her hold of her nekomata who was running around with the letter in her hand that the person in the black attire had given it to her..
The empress had announced the participants of the tournament.Her opponent was Essi.She was excited but right now, in the first few hours , she wanted to be alone. She missed her family especially her mother who had helped her in her training when she was young. She adjusted her swords which were attached to the belt of her dress.
She saw a man wearing a mask whom the princess was talking to.
'Oh please not a another one. "She murmured shaking her head "Why does he give me strange vibes?'
Her nekomata neo was growling at the man who hardly seemed to be paying attention the people around him.
She began to pace slowly around as she was deep in her thoughts. She didn't notice that Neo had jumped from her shoulders and started to growl more fiercely at the guests .
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Posted: Mon Jan 18, 2016 2:11 pm
horus stood press back aginst te wall avoiding the common quest and nuaghty nobility. his arm hummed softly as he ran through various calculations and scan s.everything was in tip top shape but he knew that he was wasting time avoid human contact to much weighed on his mind.though a site shocked him from his musing. hi daughter speaking to a man who even from a distance gave of a scent of madness.. he stood from the wall the movement graceful and posied as he crossed the room with speed no one his size should have and to a place next to vythica his large taloned guantlet falling to her shoulder in fatherly repose . " hello vythica , whos this " quest ." he saiid with a sneer the bulk of his massive frame shifting for those around him to give him space or risk being knocked to the floor encerimoniously. come why dont you introduce us this time horus smiled a tinge of excitement biting at the back of his mind.
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Horus of noble Chrono Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Jan 18, 2016 2:29 pm
Normally she wouldn't be able to join these events. She believed that her own acuity was the main reason she was able to get away with so much right under the noses of her protective brothers. Princesses had little freedom, and if she were not so astute, Vythica would have never figured out how to steal a bit of forbidden independence."Yes, I will be fighting int he event much later on after the other contestants."
Vythica felt a very strange presence about him and didn't feel safe. Her snow leopard started to aggressively hiss at Sir Gallows. She decided on the latter, and determined to trick him into making a slip that would reveal his true identity. But for now she decided to move away from him, it was clear he wasn't interested in talking. "My deepest apologies, my leopard can get that way sometimes. It's a pleasure to meet you, I'll see you at battle arena if you're joining.." Before she turned away she seen her father approaching and smiled feeling safe. "Greetings, father. It's so good to see you again. I... well I don't know him but he calls himself Sir Gallows. He may be fighting in the tournament." In the back of her mind she knew he was probably here to cause chaos but hoped her instincts were wrong. She could also tell Nini had a bad feeling about this mysterious guest.
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Posted: Mon Jan 18, 2016 6:57 pm
The Skull Has Its Meanings
Monday, January 18, 2016
9:35 PM
Gallows simply stood there calculating the female more, not responding even after she left, under his mask, the smile of a madman hid his true intentions; he was well in control at the moment, though the voices spoke naughty things to him, causing a slight unsettling chuckle to leave his lips, the frame tightening up to produce a sudden change in his posture, the skull puffing out more, bulging in what seemed like a threatening manner, the gas mask releasing what seemed to be a purple haze slightly as his body was instantly induced in the inner workings of a stimulant, one to keep him calm for now. Suddenly he was induced by the being that stood speaking to the female he had just been, and the calculating again began, something familiar of the creature, not that he had met him it was the arrogance and power intoxication; a fleeting flaw fitting for the internal bleeding of a dying man, and again, the tightness of his body began to increase, the stimulant beginning to enter phase two as he broke out in very unsettling laughter, his back arching back as the firry burn of his veins began to take over, his medium build starting to over come into some sort of strength increasing mixture, the same one Wheatley had used on him to turn him insane, the same thing Iron Cross Connection had attempted to exploit in resupplying him with weapons, and the same thing that made him the perfect weapon; the PAX-67 stimulant; a beautiful disaster.
Eventually he reinstalled some control over his body, his eyes as blood shot as they were held a certain spark of intelligence that was both haunting, and conflicting, the crimson optics in the mask tinted to hold it back physically, but make no mistake, this type of stare would pierce the powerful, a seemingly insane man with more intelligence than any other in the slaughter of every vein, organ, cell; this was what went through his mind as he spoke a ghostly remark to being called 'quest', his speech suddenly becoming very clear. "If I am such a quest, then you will attempt to kill me, and if you do succeed, I will give you true power, I can tell that's what you seek by your arrogance and words, your tones, your very syntax. Oh yes, the skull across my chest has its meanings, will you become another tally upon my arm, or will you end the streak?"
As he spoke, the demised voices in his head became clear, the strength of their conscious words made their remarks on him, effects of the PAX-67, a form of schizophrenia incurable as the PAX-67 held its effects on his mind, body, and future; as he was an uncontrollable mass which was able to reshape his body outside of combat, though could be done in combat, he would be in a fury of uncontrollable rage, and create a beast-like result; lowering the chances of survival against an intelligent opponent. This use of his machete was different as usually, he did not require the stimulant, as he was reliant on the fire arms, explosives, and cover of the environment. Immediately cocking his head at the male, he allowed the stimulants to weaken once more, the voices going quiet as his body melted back to the original build; he wanted a challenge, not a one sided blood bath. "So, let's see if you can complete this 'quest', I will enjoy skinning your corpse, and making a puppet with your remains." With that, he began to laugh hysterically at his foe, a forceful one that would seem real, just to add to the insanity complex that he hoped to create; when in reality, he was still in control, the laughter filling the room, each noise he made seeming both belittling, and crazed, enough to draw attention, and even presume a little humiliation as Gallows pointed at the large male as his back arched, his feet creating a focal point, and a false sense of clumsiness created as his head tipped back, and his opposite arm held back in case of needing to flip back, his knees bending to presume he would fall if someone were to swing at him.
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Posted: Mon Jan 18, 2016 10:49 pm
A slight chill went down shadows back as he looked over the surroundings to pinpoint what caused him to take notice that something was off. immediately he pinpointed the feeling coming from a man standing with Horus and his daughter. Suddenly time slowed around Shadow as all felt still in the world with only having a sense of himself when he recognized a voice come from behind him. Slowly a man approached with waist length spiky hair and crimson eyes, carrying a smug grin of anticipation. This was shadows other personality Imuzi.
You sense it to don't you pipsqueak that lust for blood, that sense of malice. Shadow would slowly nod and reply back. Yeah... for starters were not even next to the guy and he was still able to resonate with us for you to awaken, he is definitely someone we need to watch. Then its settled Imuzi replied back not attempting to hide his excitement. Let me manifest as a clone and enjoy myself after all you always keep me locked up. Shadow sighed in annoyance and agreed with Imuzi's idea under the condition he stayed by him at all times and did not cause any trouble. Upon the conversation ending Shadows perception of time returned as what was a second passed for everybody else five minutes had passed in shadows mind while talking to Imuzi who had manifested into a clone beside shadow both of who watched the commotion near Horus unfold.
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Posted: Tue Jan 19, 2016 11:06 am
♚ ↘↘ █┇ *[EMPRESS VALEZKA VAMRAAK
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ The events of the day had paused for the afternoon tournament, a light supper under the golden canopy was just what Valezka needed. The entire castle seemed to have had the same idea as she and the tables were filled to the brim with the castles noble people, all chattering with excitement at the days festivities. It seemed the day was a success and all that was left was the crowning of the Lord and Lady of winter as well as the evening feasting and dancing.
Valezka was sat at the royal table overlooking the rest of the feasting party. She was in a good mood...for once. With the day being a success that mean't many good things for her son. She hoped he had been able to use the day like she -to gain more links for the crown.
The afternoon menu pleased her, fresh salmon from the Kingdom of Throvia and a warming stew were exactly what she needed. She sat with poise as she waited for the meal to be served, she was kept warm by the large fur coat she wore and the warming fire that had been built by the royal table. The air was crisp and clean and she took a deep breath, taking in the fresh air to clear her lungs. What a lovely day it was.
The food was served, each meal brought out on delicate china plates with the Royal crest engraved onto them. A smug smile crossed her face as she watched the people tuck into their meal with delight. She had clearly made the right choice for the menu. She knew how to throw a good feast. That's when she looked down at her plate. There nestled between green leaves was the leg of a chicken. She looked up with surprise, this was not what she had planned. Clearly someone had intervened with her planning and that made her tremble with rage. Salmon was light and classy, chicken was for the peasants. This would not do.
She stood with such suddenness that it attracted the attention of some of those around her, but before she could utter her next words a shattering sound could be heard from across the canopy as one of the servers dropped a plate of food. For a moment Valezka could not understand why everyone was gazing open mouthed at the spot where the plate had been dropped. Yes it was not how royal affairs should be served and she herself would punish the server for such carelessness, but it didn't merit the screams that began.
They were all shocked and surprised to see such a strange man there with a mask. The people of Vamraak could sense something completely off about this male, especially with how he encountered the princess. Her raven one raven went to land on her shoulder. People moved fearfully away from the man around him after he broke out in a series of laughter. From the trees behind the canopy the sound of beating wings broke the silence as hundreds of ravens broke free into the sky around this figure and Horus. Her heart beating at the pace of a galloping horse...someone was going to die.
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Posted: Tue Jan 19, 2016 12:39 pm
 Chapter: Dark Intentions Theme: None Selected Yet.OOC: A Peculiar Guest | The Winter Feast Grounds As the festivities linger, our drunken hero is awoken by the sound of devilish laughter, and stumbles his way to investigate the source. "Y e s,_ w h a t_ a_ p o o r_ s o d . . ." The man's head rested back, the soft caress of an angel gliding itself over his rough face. He could feel another's, reaching into his chest and pulling away what was left of his heart. A third, the most beautiful laugh and smile imaginable.._HA_HA_HA_HA_HA_ "Then there was this man from Durem.."_x_x_x_x_x_x_x_x_x_x_x_x_x_x_x_x_x_x_x_x_x_x_x_x_x_xHA_HA_HA_HA_HA_HA_HA_HA The whole world had parted from this single moment, and the man clad in umber found security in it. Anything he was, anything he'd ever be, melted into a hubris of pleasure and self-gluttony. If these so called angels had offered their tears to him, than what kind of man would he be to pardon their gifts?
Still, something picked and ached at his brain. A knot, a rope that tied him down, kept him away from this ethereal world. Some sort of tumor growing in the side of his head, fat and bulbous, leeching off of his good fortune.HA_HA_HA_HA_HA"Wait.. Wait.." HAHAHAHAHA His head churned, and the world around him moved a dozen times slower, and sloppier than he ever did. Hands rested all around him, smothering his person, along with his wet, soggy rag of a white shirt that tied him down to the barrels he sat. Of the three that surrounded him, the giggling girl; much too young for anything legal in the four cities, wore his heavy brown jacket around her delicate frame. A smile graced his own lips, but his eyes were far too dizzy to really know why. In the palm of his left, a bottle of whatever these people celebrated with. His right? Had gone missing sometime ago, somewhere along the thighs of another one of these women that had dragged him away. He wasn't even entirely sure how much time had passed, if he'd missed the festivities all together. Looked to him like he'd hit all the important spots, though. HA. HA. HA. HA. HA. HA. HA. HA. That laugh.
The girls confused, frightened expressions about the drunkard weren't necessary to know how wide his eyes had opened upon hearing it. He'd heard it a hundred times before, and he knew those dark intentions behind it. What could possibly spur the Empress to bring in such blood to her kingdom was beyond him; she knew not the mistake she was about to be burdened with. The women about the drunkard were cautioned, protesting the long dead man from ever arising from the barrels he'd throned himself upon.
The world moved in circles, but that psychotic laugh was enough to sober him up. For any that kept their eye on the man, they'd know he had already dropped his bottle, and was no more than a lumbering buffoon with an extended white blouse and tight brown leggings in the cold. One step, after another, he'd make his way towards where that haunting laugh bellowed, it's figure a blurry one; extended and pointed out towards a group. Passing near a table, the drunk would grab a stein filled with whatever grog, slide it off the table and spill almost half of it before bringing it to his lips again. He'd stumble within view of the madman, Gallows.
"Now," He'd sigh as his vision rounded about."This man knows how to party!" To any of these men and women here, it was nothing more than a drunken compliment. A fool making a fool of himself. But to those cut of a special cloth... to those like this madman... It was nothing short of a challenge.
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Posted: Wed Jan 20, 2016 12:28 am
Lady Vamraak Normally she wouldn't be able to join these events. She believed that her own acuity was the main reason she was able to get away with so much right under the noses of her protective brothers. Princesses had little freedom, and if she were not so astute, Vythica would have never figured out how to steal a bit of forbidden independence."Yes, I will be fighting int he event much later on after the other contestants."
Vythica felt a very strange presence about him and didn't feel safe. Her snow leopard started to aggressively hiss at Sir Gallows. She decided on the latter, and determined to trick him into making a slip that would reveal his true identity. But for now she decided to move away from him, it was clear he wasn't interested in talking. "My deepest apologies, my leopard can get that way sometimes. It's a pleasure to meet you, I'll see you at battle arena if you're joining.." Before she turned away she seen her father approaching and smiled feeling safe. "Greetings, father. It's so good to see you again. I... well I don't know him but he calls himself Sir Gallows. He may be fighting in the tournament." In the back of her mind she knew he was probably here to cause chaos but hoped her instincts were wrong. She could also tell Nini had a bad feeling about this mysterious guest.
She petted her nekomata so that he would calm down.
For the second time today she felt frightened .She continued to think.
Never back down, never show fear'
She usually was strong and never felt afraid. But this was something different.It was her physical fear.She slightly jumped when Neo encircled her by running around her .This snapped her out of her thoughts
She approached the man with the mask.
"What power are you talking about ?"Oyoni asked the man.
"This is too much of a drag. I hate people who are not straightforward.."
'I have to be careful' she let out a sigh.
She felt his strange aura, letting it loose to fill the air, knowing full well that something was up..
She suddenly felt a frisson of excitement. 'This is odd' she thought 'Why am I energetic today?. Her hair changed it's color from black to silver.
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Posted: Wed Jan 20, 2016 7:21 am
They Called his Men 'Suicide Squad'
Wednesday, January 20, 2016
9:49 AM
Gallows simply continued to laugh hysterically, his body revealing the slight twinges of wires near the skull, starting to puff out from the flexing of his under suit. Immediately as the ravens began to circle, his body returned to a standard position, his legs a shoulders width apart, and his head slightly held down, his back popping forward as his arms went to his sides, the mask releasing a single exhale as he faked regaining himself, the largest smile of his life held under the mask, and the voices of the past speaking to him, the Iron Cross Connection sending him here for a very important event, to offer the leader of the Suicide Squad's talents to the Vamraak, which brings him here, his pulsating eyes leaving the large male for a moment, simply giving a low remark, his voice clear as the pounding in his head continued. "Relax, giant, let's save the carnival rides for the tournament." His voice slightly picking up a sort of sarcasm that belittled the giant further. Before he would get down to business, he also noticed a group of two, who he gave a piercing stare for a few moments before he decided to get down to why he was here.
Looking towards the empress, having been briefed on her far before he came here, he simply cocked his head at her, raising his head slightly in a slow, demented way, the impish features shining through the crimson optics, the stare corroding even the most dominant, his grin spreading from ear to ear, the giggling coming back, but he wasn't here to kill them until the events began; his voice raising as he spoke to the empress herself. "Now that I've acquired the attention of the crowds, my name is Sir Gallows, formerly known as Vandal, Head of the Suicide Squad, a division of the Iron Cross Connection; sent here to offer my services to the Vamraak establishment." His body straightening as he looked around him, ready for what ever the crowd was to do; his ears hearing a drunken man speak the secret language of the drinking ways, immediately giggling at the man in a wicked way, his only acknowledgement for now.
Reaching behind his back with his left hand, he unhooked an echo-locator with the volume on high, pressing the red button that oddly resembled the optics on his mask; immediately the visual of a well dressed male appeared, his face branded with a metal cross; and the message was brief.
"Greetings, Vamraak empire; I hope the following was not as frightening as I suspect; I've sent the best of the best of my men, the leader of the Suicide Squad as a gift for potential trading deals; as we have gained reports of your peoples. As for what you do with Gallows, be aware that he is under orders to defend himself as required, and his head is fixed with a biological serum known as PAX-67, making him the perfect weapon. I hope you will consider us, and enjoy your event, as for a trial test, we have sent Gallows to compete in this tournament."
The image repulsed and ended, leaving the device warm, and upon finishing, Gallows simply crushed the device in his hand, his laughter beginning again before he acknowledged another female which approached him, obviously afraid. Noting as her hair turned silver, he simply replied to her question, his voice becoming quiet as he leaned towards her, his crimson optics seeming to aim something terrible towards her, locking eyes with hers. "You see, ma'am, the power I hold best is…" and before he finished his sentence, he went to the top of his lungs, his voice becoming a booming thunder strike that would make most jump. "THE POWER OF FEAR, THE POWER OF THE BOOGY MAN HIMSELF!" and with that, the male returned to his hysterical laughter for a few moments before looking at the empress once more; his voice turning into a seemingly sober feel.
"Well, you've received a gift, not that you'd use my resources to the best ability, but why not add me to these little fights, I'm sure the giant would like to rip me apart, as I'd love to rip everyone in this room into little pieces chewable for the broken jawed. They even have the advantage, I'm lacking my fire arms, and explosives; unless you'd like to see the fullest extent of my talents."
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Posted: Wed Jan 20, 2016 1:16 pm
"It can't be true , the suicide squad still exists?"she said softly, looking at the ravens that encircled around Gallows. She was unable to utter a single word upon seeing the giant that appeared right before her eyes.
The man's hysterical laughter was enough to make some people's hair on the back of their heads stand up.She was also surprised .
Her mother had told her tales about the squad as she began to remember.
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They were one of the dangerous groups who was well known for killing people. They consisted of highly trained assassins and many more , which was unknown to her.
After gallows' demonstration , he approached her when she had questioned him earlier.
She saw the man leaning towards her and she stared at him . She could tell he was laughing from his crimson before their eyes met each other .
"WHAT WAS THAT FOR?!" She said when his voice made her jump.
She was shocked . "My hair turned silver because your aura is strange and even my nekomata is growling at you! " screaming at him.
"I am hungry "said she without thinking as her stomach began to growl loudly. A few people noticed her and some facepalmed also.
The empress and her family looked worried . The tournament was yet to began .
What held next was unknown for them.
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Horus of noble Chrono Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Jan 20, 2016 1:20 pm
horus chuckled he liked this man sense of humor and he was very right he would love to grab the macabre looking man and tear him limb from limb but it wasn't safe for him to fight plus he found this man was making the drab environment much more interesting for him. he withdrew his hand from his daughter and once again went over the merits of killing the man but pushed the thoughts out of his mind. “ with that being said i think it best if everyone please be gracious to our fine guess and congratulate the empress on this fine gift she has received” horus said prostrating and making hand gestures he was a statesman and a perform whether it was the field of battle or a party he want to make everythings seem normal and like this was just part of the festivities. he turned away his armor giving of a slight arid tang as he turned and placed his helmet back on irritation painted all over his face. he had kept moving till he was till he reached the hallway where he proceed to lean against the wall relaxing himself again the high of battle fresh on his tongue the rushing of electrons through synapses slowing to normal
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