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 Posted: Sun May 21, 2006 2:59 pm
"This is boring" thought Aspasia... "I think I'll go somewhere different."
((Continued in Rome.))
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Posted: Sun Sep 03, 2006 4:20 pm
arrow Ren's Apartment
A city of brilliance. A city ruined by natural disaster. And yet, life went on as normal. Her spill of golden hair was piled atop her head, and held in place with a banana clip. Sweat glistened on her brow, her arms were bulging. She was lifting a stack of boxes, and moving them from one side of her small apartment to the next. Moving was such a b***h.
The only things set up thus far was her aquarium, where her fish floated back and forth, almost.. mocking her. And a large box-fan on one end of the room to cool the place. She didn't have her air conditioner on just yet, but she was getting to the point where she figured it was better to freeze than roast.
As she set the boxes down with a thud, she collapsed back down onto the floor, sprawling out, laying back on the solid hardwood, to stare at the ceiling. The light fixture, just like the rest of the place was quaint, and had a sort of homey feel to it.
"A ceiling fan." a brief nod to herself, as she let her eyes drift half-closed. "I think it needs a ceiling fan."
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Posted: Wed Sep 06, 2006 12:09 am
arrow Ren's Apartment
She awoke with a gentle start, pulling herself upwards slowly, as the world swam back into view. She'd been sleeping for near on the entire day. Outside, the moon hung heavily over the distance, and the soft blue light of it flooded the room through the open drapes.
Still in her same ragged clothing, her hair had fallen from its pin atop her head, the clip laying on the floor a little bit away from where her head had been moments before. Blue eyes blinked sleepily, and she pushed herself up from the floor, stripping away her socks and shoes, padding barefoot across the hardwood floor of her cozy little apartment.
Her fish darted back and forth in their tank as she paused near it, to dump a quick smattering of food over into the aquarium with them. A few moments later, the door to her bedroom slid closed behind her, and she was tossing articles of clothing around, away from the pallet on the floor she had designated to be her bed. With the moon gleaming across soft white sheets, a sight far too inviting for her to resume her moving of things, she crawled between them, and collapsed gratefully, golden hair fanned across her pillow, the soft light from above illuminating her entire room in dancing shades of gold, and blue.
Some things were just too good to pass up. A comfortable bed was one of them.
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Posted: Mon Sep 18, 2006 9:03 am
Sariel grinned as she walked the earth in her human form. What a liberating experience. How long had it been? The last time she'd walked on the soil of the earth, it had been to punish the sinners for their transgressions against God. Now she just laughs, opening her arms as if to embrace everything. So decadent, these mortals! Look at them, feel their sins and desires burning the core of their being..all of their being! Instinct flows in them, and it is power, real power..
Sariel almost feels high, it's such a rush. There's real evil down on this planet, and its swirling mass touches her inner being with a flash of fire. She is full of life when she's among the wicked, and despite it all, she does a little twirl. She hasn't been this enthusiastic in eons. She's even smiling. Her, the grim angel, smiling. This place brings out the best in her, she muses. So much to do..so little time.
"If those fools up there could see me now, they'd lose their jaws to the ground. Imagine, me..Sariel the Dark..smiling..hmm hmm..everything's so bright here, but so dull as well. I want to see more.."
And off she strode..into the heat of the city.
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Posted: Tue Oct 24, 2006 12:22 pm
Jezzel descended in a University park. All around her humans busted with life, carrying books and bags and drinks and food. Some ran to hurry inside a building and disappear from view, others set under the trees or branches and took their lunches or studied. Some chatted happily together. Jezzel moved about slowly. No one questioned her, she looked just like them accept the absence of any books or bags.
Some smiled at her, probably mistaken her from someone else but she kept her expression serious and unmoving. After half an hour she found an empty bench and set down closing her eyes as she felt the light breeze caressing her skin. Her unnatural firey eyes didn't pick up an attention so she was left quiet for some time.
"Do I know you from my English class?" A young man asked her as he set beside her on the bench.
Jezzel studied him and felt he was just a mere human. Her cold demure didn't seem to bulge his overconfidance he showed. "No I don't take English" She simply replied and took off her gaze from him.
"You sure? Well I thought I had seen you there. My name is Gervis by the way, please to meet you." He extended his hand towards her.
Jezzel eyed his hand suspiciously but decided to shake it lightly.
"Aren't you going to tell me your name?" He asked her his voice disappointed.
Jezzel though it over, "Call me Jezz." She said.
"Howcome we go and take lunch together or a cup of coffee? I have a couple of free periods now."
"I have a lesson soon. Thanks for the offer anyhow." She told him and smiled lightly.
"I see. Then see you around Jezz." He told her getting up and moving away.
Jezzel stared as his moving figure. He was a handsome guy, someone she would have liked earlier but she felt not tingle of excitment. Somehow she felt empty and devoid of purpose. One thing drilled her mind, the coldness of her loved one voice.
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Posted: Wed Oct 25, 2006 8:05 am
She got up after an hour of staring of the unfolding life before her. Apart from that one student no one approched her. Usually she'd have felt disappointed but today she was realieved.
Moving away she entered one of the buildings. As it was costume in this University everyone seemed to rush around. A couple of times some guys had tried to knock her away from their way but she held steady in her walk as she drank in her surroundings. "Move or enter!" A guy with spectacles urged as she stood by a slightly ajar door.
Jezzel arched her brow questioningly, "What?" But he didn't reply and puched her inside and closed the door.
"You two take a seat or leave." A man in his fiftied called out to her and the boy in spectacles and motioned to the rows of seats in from. Jezzel awkwardsly took one and sat feeling completly lost.
"As I was explaining, Humidity is one of the worst enemy's to paintings but also to buildings. In it micro organizimes form that start nutring themselves upon the master piece. Over here for example we have a 16th century round table, it was salvataged just in time. As you see overhere..." The man continued to explain to his students the damage the table had and Jezzel listened carefully.
Where humans so engrossed in their material possessions? Do they value them so far as to devout lectures in University for their preservations? She thought.
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Posted: Sat Dec 09, 2006 2:01 am
As an hour passed, Jezzel got up from her seat and exited the class like all the other students. No one dared to ask her if hse was new or anything, everyone was careless and indifferent towards each other. A grin appeared on her lips, A perfect place to root malice and envy. New tools for our final battle, she thought as she passed a couple of girls arguing.
Jezzel sighed, "Its time to return home" she muttered before disappearing in thin air and return from wence she came.
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Posted: Wed Dec 13, 2006 11:07 pm
arrow Ren's Apartment
So, life has continued, the way it always does. Things change, the world turns its pretty head, green flushing to gold, red, brown and finally, becoming barren.
But of course, that doesn't have a damn thing to do with the frantic writing that Ren is doing, her hand practically zipping across the paper. Of course, she was planning something. Well, something random. A little writing project. Something to get her creative juices flowing in another fashion.
Maybe a concert? She'd seen the flyers, discreet as they'd been, it had caught her attention. Oh yes. She'd go.
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Posted: Thu Dec 14, 2006 6:20 pm
Caressing the ground with her pale, bare feet, Serephina gazed around wide eyed at the sky line before her. She felt the rise and fall of tension and love twisting within the loud, bustling city. Her thin childlike frame carried her up to the city on thin, muscular legs. She hurridly tucked her wings under a large brown coat she'd found discarded by a deserted road and siddled up to the blaring highway to wait coldly and see if anyone cared.
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Posted: Fri Dec 15, 2006 4:26 pm
Meanwhile..in different areas of the city..
Sariel crossed her arms as she leaned against the side of an old building, in a dark alleyway, and listened to the Imp chittering at her. So the old man was finally launching an offensive, eh? Well obviously she'd be on his side of things, though she might stir up a bit of trouble on her own. She was still an unknown as far as the Angels were concerned; to them, she was still one of their own. She might play at being light still..at least for a while. Nodding as the imp vanished, Sariel walked down the alleyway..her heels clicking as she moved..
..while elsewhere, Celeritas was sitting on top of a building roof. He kicks his feet, his closed eyes watching the citizenry as it bustles along down the streets. Here and there and everywhere, they move along like they have so little time. Then again, the Jinn muses, they do. There isn't much one can do when one has the limited time that humanity does. They move so slow, yet their time goes by so fast. What a paradox. Oh well. He grins that fox's grin as he hops off the roof where no one can see, and speeds off, wanting a front row seat for the mischief to come.
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Posted: Fri Dec 15, 2006 11:56 pm
Sariel reaches into her dress and pulls from it what seems to be a small cell phone, though in reality it's something far different. Dialing a number, she places it to her ear and waits..then smiles as it picks up, as it were. She waits, listening for background noise other than the clash of blades where the answerer was..then begins to speak to the one who picked up the 'line' of the communication device.
"It will begin soon. I'm not certain on details, but I will be speaking to my contact soon. The time I've been preparing you all for has come. You are the most brutal, vicious, and bloodthirsty of all the battle angels. You are my own, my sons and daughters, in a way, and you share my hatred of the pacifistic fools that call themselves our leaders. I need you all to come down here to earth, quietly, and disperse. All I know is the concert is the place, and there will be a signal. We'll know it when we see it. When the Angels act, you are to assist them in fighting lesser demons, but if you can, get them alone and kill them individually where others can't see. Angels first, then any exile that won't turn to our Lord's way. If you run into one of the Commanders, run, and regroup.
Dress in suits and formal wear. You'll be pretending to be security or law enforcement moving among the crowd. I'll supply you with ear-communicators and false ID's. My contact has hands in mortal matters more so than I do. Remember to hide your auras as well. Plant the Seeds of Evil that Celeritas designed in as many humans as possible when the concert starts. We've got a limited supply; don't wast them. I want as much violence and discontent going on as possible to cover the Master's real activities. Make it so."
And after a while, many stars in the sky twinkled before falling to earth..a full contingent, Sariel's unit, coming to the mortal plane. If asked, she'll just tell the other commanders she was taking early initiative to protect the cause. And on she goes..smirking.
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Posted: Mon Dec 18, 2006 10:37 am
Sariel starts humming then singing..she figures when she's got a ruling place in Hell, this will definitely be her song. In fact, she starts singing it out loud as she walks down the streets of New Orleans, the song blaring in her ears through the little portable music player she keeps with her when she's in the human world..her voice carrying in its harsh, yet beautiful quality..she shows the true rage she feels as she sings..all the hatred she'll let go on them when the time comes..her voice is soft at first, then it picks up after the first set of lyrics.
"My land don't cry
My birds don't stop to fly
Poor child don't die
don't let her taste your blood
Gargoyles and wizards prepare this last ride
mountains and valleys are calling your might
Mystical sunshines prelude to her coming
the black flame of evil is burning and growing
Queen... queen of the dark horizons!
Queen... queen of the dark horizons!
Forest of ghostland give your sad welcome
to the ancestral whisper of hell
Sodomy, pestilence, torture and bloodshed
is what she brings from her past of depraved
Queen... queen of the dark horizons!
Queen... queen of the dark horizons!"
Were there anyone capable of seeing hidden power in a being on the street that day, she'd glow with it inside..just the thought of a brutal war makes her so happy. The only time she feels alive is in conflict, with bloodshed. It's why despite it all, Heaven was never meant for her..she reflects on it, while listening and singing along.
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Posted: Mon Dec 18, 2006 10:49 am
The woman stepped down off the stairs that led from her apartment building and into the street. She'd changed her clothing, from worn jeans and a loose t-shirt to a well cut green blouse whose sleeves ended in small loops that fit over her middle finger. Slave cuffs, they called them sometimes. Her jeans had been traded for black slacks of a comfortable fit, and she had piled her red hair atop her head, loose curls falling in waves around her shoulders and face.
She'd finally had to get out of the apartment. Too much time cooped up in a place like that could drive a person insane, truly it could. Fingers trailed upward after a moment, and hesitated on the talisman she wore around her throat. Immortality suited her well. She knew it to be truth. Yet, she could never quite get over the feeling that she just didn't belong here. Not in this time, or this land.
Shaking her head, she wondered at the feeling of the hair on her neck trying to creep up onto her head. Something had to be sending this crawling feeling along her skin. Eyes glanced around briefly, the dull gleam in them replaced by something sharp, as she searched for the source of her creepy feeling.
Trying to distance herself from the sensation, she gave her head a sharp shake, rubbing her hands along her arms. The feeling, the nearness of whatever it was. It was almost like impending doom was drawing closer. Something was going to happen. She was certain of it, though she couldn't say exactly what.
Her shoes tapped against the ground as she moved, trying to put some physical distance between herself, and whatever it was that was causing this feeling.
She had the brief thought that she would be drawn in, whether she liked it or not.
And that brought little comfort.
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Posted: Wed Dec 27, 2006 11:59 am
Celeritas amuses himself for now by hanging upside down from a tall building, crossing his arms, looking for all the world like a grinning spider man. What fun this will all be. He'd designed the Seeds of Evil, and they would serve a good purpose for the cause. Ultimately though, they were just catalysts; free will and all. Some people would be able to resist his little alchemic creations, and others would gladly give themselves to the impulses brought on by his creation.
The Majinn's eyebrows shift a bit, giving him a pondering look, as if he was thinking. He was going to try a great thing soon; the creation of life. If he could do this, he could surprass even the Creator in his power. Still, the first life he was going to create was going to be a demonic template; he wouldn't be able to make anything close to human life just yet. It would take a while. Oh well, no rest for the wicked. Feeling a familiar life pattern, Celeritas vanishes, only to reappear on the street; time to go pick up old ties..
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