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Posted: Fri Jun 03, 2016 6:43 pm
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Posted: Mon Jun 06, 2016 10:21 pm
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The Reticent Harlequin Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Jun 07, 2016 11:21 am
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Posted: Tue Jun 07, 2016 2:56 pm
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Sabrewolf123 Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Jun 08, 2016 10:37 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 08, 2016 10:51 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 09, 2016 4:07 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 09, 2016 8:40 pm
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The Reticent Harlequin Vice Captain
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Sabrewolf123 Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Jun 15, 2016 10:02 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 16, 2016 6:52 am
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Posted: Thu Jun 16, 2016 3:55 pm
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Posted: Fri Jun 17, 2016 4:25 pm
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l[ Name: Vincent Hope]|[ Grimoire: Equipped]| ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ ▄▄▄ ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ xxl[ Race: Sorcerer]|[ Threat Level: Dangerous]| - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Vincent remained silent as he listened to the woman and Chilia, go back and forth. Both sides were right in blaming each other, but neither side was free of sin. Both have committed horrendous acts and taken many lives in pursuit of their own personal goals. Vincent hands, thankfully, hasn't been stained with blood, yet. Watching as the wolf took Mercy by the hands, with its claw. Sighing, Vincent would walk up to Mercy and stare her, eye to eye. "I can tell that you care about your fellow machinists a lot. I can see that you're suffering because of the actions that we took, which resulted in their deaths and you losing your home." Though at the time this was going on Vincent wasn't a member of the blackwings, in fact he was still a prisoner of the machinists, however, he could understand Mercy. "I don't know if this can make it up to you or help you in anyway, but if you could just point lead us to Noira, I will offer up my life to you. It may not be Noira's exactly but would that not be enough to quench your rage?" Vincent asked. Looking into Vincent's eyes, Mercy would be able to see the seriousness and devotion he had. Vincent was dead set on dying.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - l[ Soul Wavelength: Stable]|[ Soul Protect: Inactive]| ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ ▄▄▄ ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ |[ Physical State: Healthy/Uninjured]| xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
{Out...Of....Character --- }
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The Reticent Harlequin Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Jun 22, 2016 2:29 pm
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Luce Mercy Grace Mercy growled as the werewolf came up behind Mercy and grabbed her "F*CK OFF!" she snapped as she struggled rather hard. One of Mercy's additional augments was that she was strong so Delycan would have to hold onto her rather tightly. "Saint Clara would do way more than just freaking kill me if I worked with you freaks! Doubt you will even stand one second against her either!" Her glare sharpened as Chilia mentioned her group killing people "That isn't true! We only take out people that threaten us and other humans! Not tons of innocent people like the lots of you have!" Mercy continued struggling though it was obvious even with her abilities, she wasn't going to be able to get out of this. She knew that, but at the same time she knew what would happen if she decided to even just stay near this group as they traveled to Saint Clara. That scared her. Her eyes shifted to Vincent as he approached her and spoke, eventually her gaze became less intense. Once he finished speaking and even bargaining his life, Mercy's gaze shifted downwards. She released a long breath of air she had been holding before glancing at Vincent then away again. After another moment he looked at Vincent "I'll take you to the hideout until it is in site... then you let me go. I don't want to be anywhere near Clara if she pops..." she stated, sounding pretty defeated. She didn't mention anything about killing Vincent so it was unclear if she was willing to take that part of the deal or not. The fact that Mercy had decided this said a lot about her position. If she was faced with the same issue back when the headquarters was around, she would have been way more equipped for one, but she would also be way more willing to fight tooth and nail. It was obvious since she had found Saint Clara after the large fight between the DWMA and the Machinists, she had lost quite a bit of respect towards her leader. To the point where she seemed more afraid of approaching Saint Clara in defeat than turning on her and also fleeing. Mercy was tired. Suddenly, the atmosphere around them began to change. It felt like a storm was coming but not necessarily a storm. Suddenly a large wave of wind slammed into the group and moved onwards through the mountain range. With it, a large amount of madness flew past them. The group would find this madness very familiar and Fleur, Vincent, Chilia, and Rubia would feel the Blackwing marks on their bodies begin to buzz in response to the madness that had flown past them. Luce winced slightly at both the strong wind and the madness that flew by. Once it had passed, the sky began to dim slightly in response to the source of the large amount of madness that radiated somewhere further into the mountain range. Luce glanced towards the group "W-Who or What was that?" she asked.
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Posted: Wed Jun 22, 2016 3:46 pm
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Sabrewolf123 Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Jun 22, 2016 9:30 pm
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✤Fleur DeValentine✤
I am the Princess of Madness
And in the end, all will kneel before me
Miles Libertatis
"Yeah, we're some of the ones responsible for killing f*cking thousands of people and we don't really ******** care about that," Fleur confirmed for Mercy as De Lycan held her. "Sure that works," she added when Vincent offered his life in exchange for telling them where the base was. Shen then looked over at Chilia when she admonished her about biting off more than she could chew. "I'll be the judge of that," she sniffed. Miles shook his head. "I can't speak for anyone else," he told Mercy. "But I didn't kill any of your family or friends, Machinists or otherwise. However, Noira is very important to me and I will get her back. I met your Saint. She is completely insane; if you've spent this time with her then you can't tell me you disagree." Just then the gust of wind blew through the group and Fleur felt her mark buzz. "That's not good..." she muttered. Miles felt the gust of madness and his eyes widened though of course he had no mark. Still, he could tell something had happened to the Blackwings. "What is it?" he asked them. "Do you sense something?"
[[Gah! Spreader, quote me man! I had no idea you posted!]]
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