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 Posted: Wed Sep 04, 2013 9:01 pm
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"I SPEAK TO EVERYONE IN THE SAME WAY,
WHETHER HE IS THE GARBAGE MAN OR THE KING OF NOCTURNE."
"AND I CAN FIGHT ONLY FOR SOMETHING THAT I LOVE,
LOVE ONLY WHAT I RESPECT,
AND RESPECT ONLY WHAT I AT LEAST KNOW." xxx☠ ☠ ☠xxxＲｅｓｐｅｃｔxxＳｈｏｕｌｄxxＢｅxＥａｒｎｅｄ，xＮｅｖｅｒ xＧｉｖｅｎ ！xxxx☠x☠x☠  XXXXXXXXXXXXXXHybridxx㊋xxNinjaxx㊋xxExpertxx㊋xx King of Nocturne Respect is something gained.x x x
Though if mutual,x x x
it opens the door for eternal friendship.x x x
As quiet as Alistair wanted it to be, as long as Nai lingered around, her Incubus would never leave her. It was quickly becoming an inconvenience. After waiting a few more minutes, hoping that the chatter would recede, Alistair came to the conclusion that it would never stop. It even got worse as Nai began doing target practice with her guns inside the building. His sensitive ears ringed with each bullet shot. Taking the initiative, hybrid approached the pair lingering on the opposite side of the room. "I need you two to depart on a mission immediately. You are to go the the Great Ocean and find a city called Val'Ghast. With me so far? Find it and scope it out. I'm sure the monsters there would be no problem for you Nai, but if you have to watch Marcos' back, then perhaps you shouldn't attract too much attention. Maybe if you are confident in his skills, you can let him do a test run to see if he is Adept Rank material. If he is, advance him. If not, kill him. We don't need to invest our time with weaklings."
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"Anything it takes to survive."
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Posted: Wed Sep 04, 2013 9:13 pm
Greed
The Devil's Advocate • Rank: Novice
• bloodline: Diobolus
• Class: Berserker
• currently equipped: unzipped leather jacket (slightly torn left side), shirtless, black jeans and black and red boots
• feeling: drained, but unharmed
 Feared
Exalted
Evil?  Greed entered the training zone, his black and red jacket a little torn up on the left side, but other than that being none the worse for wear. The berserker looked a bit drained, but one could expect that after the rather big ordeal he had gone through a while before. Looking about the assessment zone with a set of vermillion red eyes, he found the one he was looking for; the hybrid Allistair. Hopefully Allistair wasn't too busy, because at the moment Greed really didn't feel like being brushed off. The berserker needed a nap... and a drink. Or two. or three. No, what he really needed was time to meditate. Meditation would help him feel rejuvinated. Striding over to Allistair, Greed's sharply pointed tail swished about as he addressed the captain. "Hey, just reporting back. A wild S ranked chimera attacked Gettera town not too long ago. I intercepted and terminated the beast. The damage wasn't too bad on the town. I wonder if they'll eat it. It was pretty big, and it looked tasty. I probably left enough of him to feed a good amount of people... Look, I even brought back a souvenir." Greed said, chuckling with a mischievous grin before he pulled out the horn he had taken from the chimera. It was an obsidian black, almost as dark as the diobolus's claws. He had torn the horn from the goat head of the beast. Theme song • Strength: 12
• Speed: 7 (tail has a speed of 9)
• Energy: 320/550 "If you don't give me what I want, this might be rather... messy." 
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Posted: Thu Sep 05, 2013 6:03 pm
  [Ｗｈｙ ｔｈａｎｋｓ, Ｉ ｄｏ ｗｏｒｋ ｏｕｔ]
Marcos had been very excited for Nai's response, though she never gave one. Instead Nai completely ignored his suggestion. He silently cried on the inside and was about to content himself with doing nothing, when a white knight spoke from afar. Marcos quickly turned to see who was addressing him, more importantly Nai, in such a commanding tone. When he saw who it was his aggressive demeanor faded; only the king could talk to Nai as if he owned her. Nai had shown her allegiance to Nocturne and its people more than once, so it was clear to Marcos that she would follow his orders. Therefore Marcos would to do the same with very little complaint. He only wished the king was not as attractive as he was. What if Nai wanted the king and not Marcos? Panic quickly flashed against his face and he turned rapidly to see what Nai's reaction would be to the King talking to her. Of course it was the same, blank expression as always. That calmed Marcos, and he returned to the mission.
Marcos had never heard of Val'Ghast but he had definitely heard about the Great Ocean. His tail began to swish around and he smiled in excitement. Already Marcos was on the balls of his feet, tapping his hands against his thighs to busy himself. Nai probably care for Marcos dancing around, which he really wanted to do. What would be even better would be victory sex, but Marcos felt like neither Nai nor the King would care for that at that moment. Maybe when they reached an inn Marcos could find a tavern wench or three to have for the night. The prospect of slaying monsters made Marcos' testosterone swell to a very manly level, so manly in fact he almost grew a full beard on the spot. When Alistair told Marcos he could make this his Adept test he almost shouted out loud. This was brilliant! He had gotten stronger and people were noticing! Marcos would be a step closer to being on Nai's level. His tail stopped sashaying about when Alistair told Nai she could kill him if he sucked. Marcos wrapped his tail and his wings around himself as if to form a barrier between him and the outside world. He was way too handsome to die. Marcos was put here to please people, specifically Nai. How could he do that if he was dead? Or worse, what if he came back as a feral? They were very icky and smelled bad, and Marcos could not have that. He wasn't even sure their bodies were held together enough to have genitals, and without those one cannot very well have good sex. Marcos snapped out of his mind rant when he thought about sex. He turned to Nai with an excited look and a large smile. "When are we going?" He said to Nai, not Alistair. Even if the wolf-man was the King, Nai was and always would be way more important to Marcos.
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Posted: Thu Sep 05, 2013 10:47 pm
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The ever-efficient gunslinger didn't strike any sort of "at attention" pose when the King of Nocturne approached her. She didn't even turn completely, only nodding her head slightly to the side as a visual sign that she was listening. Hey, it was better than when she first started. Back then, she wouldn't have even moved. It wasn't a sign of respect or even allegiance. It was merely the result of most people noisily complaining and holding her in conversation about how she wasn't listening when she really was. Nai didn't care enough to pledge allegiance. She just found it troublesome to relocate her base of operations.
When the king finished his orders, the first thing Nai did was to translate departing for the mission to not mean leaving the city immediately as it implied at first but to simply get out of the CAZ and start collecting information in the city. They weren't merely supposed to scout a location. Nai and Marcos had to find it, and the most efficient way of going about it was to scour the city for some information before leaving and wandering aimlessly. The Great Ocean was vast and most definitely not as densely populated as Luimira. Gathering information out there would be exponentially harder. Nai would not leave Nocturne this very moment. Besides, while she was at it, she could also prepare more thoroughly. She needed to restock on the ammo she just used to name one thing.
It was convenient that Marcos decided to ask her when they would leave or else she would have just let him bound outside and get lost or worst. Since it was too much trouble to explain everything she wanted to do Nai only informed him, "Nevan Gates. 2 hours," as she briskly walked out of the training area. She didn't even throw him a glance. Didn't need to because she had already considered him a potential opponent from the first time she looked at him and had gathered visual information accordingly. She just needed to pull into memory what she had stored away, which she already did. It wasn't paranoia, merely efficiency as always and perhaps a bit of a habit that's been integral to keeping herself alive.
-Exit-Female ✖ 20 years ✖ 5' 8" ✖ 120 lb. ✖ Black Hair ✖ Black EyesX XMaster ✖ Gunslinger ✖ Sub-Ninja ✖ Chaos ✖ Tempus Inexstinctus ✖ SlothX X X Xstrength: 5 ✖ speed: 8 ✖ dodge: 10 ✖ energy: 1300/1300 ✖ ammo: 350/350
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Posted: Sun Sep 08, 2013 5:50 am
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XXXXXXX [ 350 / 350 ➞ Citizen of Nocturne ➞ Pagan/Berserker 12/8 ♚ Trainee]
(I hate training posts, but here it goes...)
The tall man entered the area, for the first time in... quite a long time, really. The last he came here it was under different terms; it was during a battle, several hundred years ago, with him against some new-world zealots. This area in particular stung his conscience, as he'd always felt that the battle performed here was his moment of glory, and he failed it miserably. Still, he recovered quickly. It didn't really bother him anymore. Now, he'd use it for what it was meant to be used; training. And of course...
Shane, being himself, hates training posts. Especially when he's so unbelievably uninspired to them, and so unbelievably uncertain on how to RP his character that he's been hyping for like, two days. Yes, it's a miserable existence to be Shane and be in a training ground at the same time. Even when he's not training, he's usually training someone else, which is also pretty boring. Even when he's not training or training someone else, he's probably having a stupid discussion about the weather or is recklessly flirting with a trainee. And by golly, it's hot in my house. I live in a permanent heat wave, and I'm impressed with my ability to survive it. Wow, that was like a paragraph of rambling. I think I should do this more often, especially in training posts. What, did you think I wouldn't use this as word count? Pish posh. Wait, I wouldn't. That'd be horrible. Sort of. GodIwantto. If no one actually reads this post, we'll just pretend this whole paragraph was me training. If someone does notice it, then we might still pretend it, depending on who it is.
Let me tell you a story about Achaemedes, or Achaemid; the Pagan God of Strength, if you believe in that sort of thing. You probably don't, because the world has been far removed from that 'blasphemous', ancient religion. First of all, his name has derived from the Achaemenids, an old Empire in our world, not Axiom. We know it as the 'Persian' Empire. I based him off of a mixture of Immortals and their idea of what a deity is; a sturdy, invincible creature that does not bleed. He is quite Achaemenid, but also quite Greek, which is a very interesting contradiction. I may or may not pretend this is training, too. Be silent, wench.
Anyway, so Achaemedes was a bit of a 'tough guy' when he was younger. He always liked to intimidate people, standing tall above them (quite literally; he's 6'7") and flashing his... uniquely large muscles. It was this time where the humans began to learn to fight for themselves, and so one guy used the Dim Mak, and made him s**t himself. Luckily, this was away from any onlookers, or his pride would've been eternally smeared, even long after they died -- and their children died, everything. Yep. So, from this point on, Achaemedes decided that he hated the Dim Mak style. So that's not what we're learning. We're learning the Muay Thai style, as it fits him quite nicely. In fact, if I had to choose a 'perfect style' for Achaemedes, it'd probably be Muay Thai. Runner-ups would be boxing and wing chun. None of that fancy s**t like Jujitsu; I save that for Raphael. God, why do I have two berserkers? I guess it's because they've got the best styles. And they're so manly, it's quite pleasing to my loins. Not that Raphael is particularly manly...
Achaemedes makes up for it by being man enough for a whole nation. Well, at least maybe a whole town. Of ten people. Anyway. Muay Thai is quite the concerning style; it has a lot of things that make me spend more time pondering about it than learning it. For example, the firebending in Avatar is based off of Muay Thai, and you probably know that if you're a big avatar geek like me. Speaking of, new season in five days. Woo. Anyhow, there's that. Muay Thai also has a particularly overpowered ability; it can crush SS-ranked defenses using A ranked energy. That's pretty much the biggest reason you should learn the style, but jesus. It's a lot of training for just that one skill. Perhaps I'm just lazy and didn't read all of them. I think I only read about a stage and a half earlier, and I can't remember more than three or four abilities. I'm horrible.
Sometimes, I like to sit in a training grounds, marinate and pretend I'm a novice. My hope is that if I fake-train hard enough, I'll get to learn cool stuff. Good boys who learn good skills often get shipped off to novice-land, and it's quite the amazing tale. I heard that there's a witch who steals the soul of virgin Kiranu in novice-land, which is precisely why Raphael had to bed Nicholas before ranking him up. It was for his own good. No, really. Achaemedes is not a Kiranu, but he has to be prepared, anyway. He might be mistaken for one if the witch is drunk enough on bath salts. It's hard to be a witch these days, what with mages sucking and all (except for like two really OP abilities, holy s**t). I can feel her pain. It's funny, because I've literally typed these six paragraphs in a few minutes. And this is probably the most interesting post I've done in a while. I really hope I can just pass this off for training, because that'd be amazing. Training would actually be fun! It'd be a free, happy world!
Again, shut up wench. This is our little secret, you're not supposed to look. I'll kill you if you do. With my manliness. Yes, I look something like Achaemedes IRL, if you shave off about eight inches of height and a hundred pounds. And all of his muscles. Close enough, right? I think I'm closer to being Henry Cavill than most people. Strangely, though, I like my name more than his. Achaemedes is quite manly, but I'm not sure if I like it. I don't have to, really -- it's perfect for the concept. I'm not going to run in circles with this, though. Let's move on to Muay Thai. I really wish styles in this guild weren't loaded with useless skills and then made decent by adding a few OP ones. Why can't all of the skills be decent? Then they'd be so much more unique and creative and skill-based. Oh, whatever. I'm such a lazy little trollop, I'd probably fail to read the descriptions anyway, and find myself using the skills that are 'slightly better' than the rest. When you have so much to read, it can become tiring and impossible to decide what you actually want to integrate into your character.
It turns out to be a few skills that we always fall back on, despite learning dozens, sometimes hundreds. I tire of learning skills at all, since I never really use them. But I doubt I'd be passed into a rank higher than novice with my profile blank of abilities. I mean, jesus. And so, with that, Muay Thai (quite a bit of it) was learned. He did some elbow kicks and some rising s**t, it was like a kung fu movie. Pretty impressive, right?
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Posted: Sun Sep 08, 2013 10:57 am
xxxxxxxxxx┫Ａｌｉｓｔａｉｒ Ｍａｒｉｃ┣
"I SPEAK TO EVERYONE IN THE SAME WAY,
WHETHER HE IS THE GARBAGE MAN OR THE KING OF NOCTURNE."
"AND I CAN FIGHT ONLY FOR SOMETHING THAT I LOVE,
LOVE ONLY WHAT I RESPECT,
AND RESPECT ONLY WHAT I AT LEAST KNOW." xxx☠ ☠ ☠xxxＲｅｓｐｅｃｔxxＳｈｏｕｌｄxxＢｅxＥａｒｎｅｄ，xＮｅｖｅｒ xＧｉｖｅｎ ！xxxx☠x☠x☠ XXXXXXXXXXXXXXHybridxx㊋xxNinjaxx㊋xxExpertxx㊋xx King of NocturneRespect is something gained.x x x
Though if mutual,x x x
it opens the door for eternal friendship.x x x
With Nai's departure, Alistair turned his attention to Greed, who had returned from his mission with a souvenir. Unclear of what exactly the souvenir was supposed to do, Alistair's cold expression remained. Did the boy want him to praise him for a job well done? Was he supposed to praise everyone who did a mission in the city? "What do you want me to do? Hang it on my refrigerator? Chimeras are tough, but their shared perception is often what gets them killed so easily. Fight something stronger, like a dragon, and maybe I'll be impressed. Until then, do not try to get my attention."
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Posted: Sun Sep 08, 2013 12:59 pm
Greed
The Devil's Advocate • Rank: Novice
• bloodline: Diobolus
• Class: Berserker
• currently equipped: unzipped leather jacket, shirtless, black jeans and black and red boots
• feeling:
Feared
Exalted
Evil? Greed's eyes narrowed slightly, the color changing from the dark purple hue to a vermillion red as his emotions flared, if only for a moment. Jeez... he acts like killing a ******** chimera is like killing skeletons. He thought to himself as he slipped the chimera's obsidian black horn back into his slightly ripped leather jacket, leaving it unzipped. His tail twitched several times in slight anger. Other than that, the Diabolus still looked relatively calm and collected, although his tone of voice said otherwise. "You're welcome for saving the town. Not like you care anyways... if you want a dragon, then so be it. I'll go kill hordes of dragons in your name, oh great Allistair. Haha, Not really, but i'll bring you back a dragon's head. Don't expect me to be gone for too long, i'll be over here and annoying you once again sooner than you think." He said smoothly, with sarcasm in his voice. Greed didn't expect much praise for killing the chimera, but he definitely did not expect to be talked down to for it. I don't think I like him very much... I can't kill him though. As far as I know, he's the only one here who can even give me a rank up test. He contemplated with a mildly annoyed face. So... a dragon. Shouldn't be too hard to find right? They're supposed to be as big as buildings. The only problem is killing one once I find them I suppose. I imagine they are harder to kill than the chimera's, or else Allistair wouldn't have me hunting one. He thought to himself, before turning around and walking towards the door in a quick, pissed off stride. His anger was bottled up, and he was about to ******** destroy a dragon when that bottle broke and let the rage out. He showed a relatively small amount of anger on the outside however, and only somebody that knew the demon well would be able to tell that something was up.
-exit... again Theme song • Strength: 12
• Speed: 7 (tail has a speed of 9)
• Energy: 550 "If you don't give me what I want, this might be rather... messy."
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Posted: Mon Sep 09, 2013 12:18 am
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XXXXXXX [ 3600 / 3600 ➞ Wanderer of Axiom ➞ Vampire/Mage 6/4 ♚ Master]
The people that decorated the city were so strange. Their appearances and their personalities had become so bizzare that it was actually very uncomfortable. There were all of these shining lights, these strange creations that could move on their own. They were very obviously not human. A lesser man would've assumed that it was some foul magic, but he knew better than that. It must've been that they simply advanced. Just as he'd seen people go from spears, to blades, to riding on the back of a horse wielding a bow... people adapted. They had these alarming weapons that people labeled as 'guns'. It sounded weak-willed to say, but he honestly felt very dwarfed by all of this. Azazel, in his time, was the greatest fighter in all of the lands. He defeated pagans, and other vampires, demons, even nephilim. Was he really all that special, though, anymore . . . ? "The city is... quite obnoxious now, isn't it?" If not for his ambitions, he would've been amazed. Happy to see how the rock he built into a city turned into such a center of power and evolution.
It just made him feel so tiny in comparison, which was quite hard to do, considering his pride. It was even harder to imagine that he was expressing his concern to this random girl he'd just found. "All of these people are not people at all. They're different than they used to be. They smell different, feel different, look different." He'd seen a fair share of vampires and... ugh, werewolves. He remembered them being a lot less... free than they seemed to be. Must've been the ebb and flow of politics. "Some of them are even multiple things in one," The vampire sniffed the air. He pointed at Alistair quite obviously, a fair example of what he meant. "Like that one. I'm not sure how a master and slave managed to get so intimate, but that's apparently what happens when they do." He had no idea that he was the king, actually. Didn't really care, although he'd be quite unnerved to know that it wasn't a vampire. Well, not completely, anyway. Even one drop of something else was enough to stain your legitimacy.
He sort of felt like he remembered this guy from before. He had some weird connection to him, just like with Elizabeth. It really slipped his mind, though. The connection was less like memory, and more like energy. He felt as if he quite literally had a string of energy running into this man. Bizarre. "Have we met before?" The vampire seemed to simply 'pop up' in front of the king. He used... blink. That was the word for it. "I feel like you're very familiar." Quite obnoxiously, he leaned forward and sniffed very unmannerly, capturing a good understanding of Alistair's scent. Definitely a half-breed. The smell was sort of... nice, though. So rugged. Werewolves were always appealing in that way, though unfortunately not appealing enough to keep the shackles off of their wrists.
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Posted: Mon Sep 09, 2013 12:59 am
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XXXXXXX [ 350 / 350 ➞ Rogue ➞ Human/Necromancer 3/6 ♚ Trainee]
Exava hand't really taken Azazel's possible age into account, and she wasn't about to start now. She simply nodded along, still mindlessly flinging to his arm, to every word he said. Most of it was lost in fantasy, but a few things got through, mostly the parts about times being different. She gave his words a few moments of reflection, then simply replied with "You're weird..."
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Posted: Mon Sep 09, 2013 3:36 am
xxxxxxxxxx┫Ａｌｉｓｔａｉｒ Ｍａｒｉｃ┣
"I SPEAK TO EVERYONE IN THE SAME WAY,
WHETHER HE IS THE GARBAGE MAN OR THE KING OF NOCTURNE."
"AND I CAN FIGHT ONLY FOR SOMETHING THAT I LOVE,
LOVE ONLY WHAT I RESPECT,
AND RESPECT ONLY WHAT I AT LEAST KNOW." xxx☠ ☠ ☠xxxＲｅｓｐｅｃｔxxＳｈｏｕｌｄxxＢｅxＥａｒｎｅｄ，xＮｅｖｅｒ xＧｉｖｅｎ ！xxxx☠x☠x☠ XXXXXXXXXXXXXXHybridxx㊋xxNinjaxx㊋xxExpertxx㊋xx King of NocturneRespect is something gained.x x x
Though if mutual,x x x
it opens the door for eternal friendship.x x x
It was quite obvious to Alistair that the man who just entered was probably on some form of drug. He occasionally sniffed the air with an expression that made it seem like it was his first time doing so. For some strange reason, he had a human clinging to his arm. Perhaps that was his 'little helper'. Not all vampires were born great. Like all races, the vampires had their... dead ends. Instead of engaging in speech with the newcomer, he didn't even open his mouth. He simply transmitted his thoughts straight into Azazel's mind. *If you expect me to remember the name and face of every vampire I've come into contact with, then I'd know every vampire in Luimira city. Sadly I don't, simply because I care not too much about the feelings of the many, but about what the many can do for this city.* He sighed, finally stopping what it that he was doing to face the man... and the creature clinging to him. "My name is Alistair Maric, king of Nocturne. In case you wondered why I smelled differently is because I am a hybrid, but you already knew that. I lost a battle to my mentor and he did this to me." It was no secret. All one had to do was listen to the rumors flying around the city to find out about the man.
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"Anything it takes to survive."
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Posted: Mon Sep 09, 2013 10:20 am
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XXXXXXX [ 3600 / 3600 ➞ Wanderer of Axiom ➞ Vampire/Mage 6/4 ♚ Master ]
He silently laughed as he heard Alistair speaking into his mind. It'd been so long since someone did that to him -- it was quite the feeling. He almost forgot how to respond back, but a little bit of instinct and he was set. I think you'd be very interested to know my identity. I'm not of the rest of their flock. He wasn't the sheep. He was the shepherd, or at least that's how he viewed it. As Alistair switched to speech, so did he. It was more... comfortable, anyway. "A King, are you?" It took a lot of effort to not laugh. This guy seemed so contrary to what he expected their King to be like. He was so stoic, rudely so. Didn't seem to have any tact. He was more werewolf than vampire. How unfortunate. "Well, My King, it's pleasant to make your acquaintance. It's common courtesy for me to introduce myself as well, but I get the impression that you... don't really care." Yeah, he was definitely getting that impression. The guy was dead, anyhow -- a walking corpse, twice over. He'd rather start over than cling to old fantasies about his prestige.
Hearing his 'progeny' call him weird, he rolled his eyes. "I met you in a crypt, asking me if I wanted to share the bodies with you. I'm weird?" Yes, he just completely revealed that Exava was grave-robbing. He had no idea the norms of this society, so he didn't expect something like that to be 'illegal' or 'unruly'. "By the way, you never told me your name. What is it?" He didn't want to call her girl all the time. It was simple enough to be even a little polite. And, in the midst of this, he whispered into Alistair's mind. My name is Azazel. Very subtly, Elizabeth brushed up against the vampire. She looked just like she always did; gloomy. If Alistair had any memory of Azrael, he'd remember her as well.
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Posted: Mon Sep 09, 2013 6:49 pm
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XXXXXXX [ 350 / 350 ➞ Rogue ➞ Human/Necromancer 3/6 ♚ Trainee]
Exava smirked at Azazel as he called her out on her wierdness. The crypt wasn't even the tip of that iceburg. She hadn't gotten much from her parents, but she did their genetics..or at lesst she though she did. "I was just being polite. If I was stingey with every grave robber I met, I'd be dead...probably...and I'm Exava..." Her attention instantly turned to the king at him mention of hybridization. "oh, I'm a hybrid too! Well, probably... I actually havn't tried it with anything yet, but I'm pretty sure I am...I'm definitely not human... she said, getting lost in thought. Her eyes wandered around as she mumbled to herself before they finally landed on Azazel. "I could probably do it with one of your teeth..."
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Posted: Tue Sep 10, 2013 2:28 am
xxxxxxxxxx┫Ａｌｉｓｔａｉｒ Ｍａｒｉｃ┣
"I SPEAK TO EVERYONE IN THE SAME WAY,
WHETHER HE IS THE GARBAGE MAN OR THE KING OF NOCTURNE."
"AND I CAN FIGHT ONLY FOR SOMETHING THAT I LOVE,
LOVE ONLY WHAT I RESPECT,
AND RESPECT ONLY WHAT I AT LEAST KNOW." xxx☠ ☠ ☠xxxＲｅｓｐｅｃｔxxＳｈｏｕｌｄxxＢｅxＥａｒｎｅｄ，xＮｅｖｅｒ xＧｉｖｅｎ ！xxxx☠x☠x☠ XXXXXXXXXXXXXXHybridxx㊋xxNinjaxx㊋xxExpertxx㊋xx King of NocturneRespect is something gained.x x x
Though if mutual,x x x
it opens the door for eternal friendship.x x x
Azazel. Azrael. Both names didn't strike an interest. Alistair certainly remembered Azrael, but perhaps that wasn't the best thing. After all, whatever that vampire did, it made Velox ill. Not that he cared or anything, but Velox being ill meant that Alistair had to take control of the city. It was both an inconvenience and a satisfying situation. Taking note of the strange kiranu almost grinding up against him, he remained perfectly still. "I'm not sure how you want me to react. Perhaps a hug? Perhaps a reunion? Sorry to disappoint you, but I haven't changed much." He was well aware that the man was of a high rank, yet the girl following him was frail looking, obviously lacking in strength. "Train your pet, or put it on a leash. Once it's strong enough, I have a mission for it." She claimed to be a hybrid, yet her scent suggested otherwise. He couldn't even get a read on her. She was right to say that she wasn't human, but he'd never heard of bloodline abilities coming late. "You and I are nothing alike." He said coldly. He wasn't quite sure what was wrong with the young girl, or why she clung to a vampire. Was she his walking meal? Did she not understand that at any second she could be drained dry? "Tch, children."
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"Anything it takes to survive."
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Posted: Tue Sep 10, 2013 3:10 am
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XXXXXXX [ 3600 / 3600 ➞ Wanderer of Axiom ➞ Vampire/Mage 6/4 ♚ Master ]
Hug? Reunion? Huh. Wasn't too sure what he meant there. Perhaps he did know him, then. At the same time, he just introduced himself to Azazel. That meant he didn't know him. How confusing. "Reunion?" He was pretty concerned about what he meant there. The vampire hated this whole 'amnesia' thing. He felt so stupid; so unaware of his surroundings. Still, he knew this feeling was familiar. He had it with the children of his children, you could say. It wasn't... exactly the same though. "You know me because of her, right?" He glanced to Elizabeth. It was only when she shoved herself at Alistair that he recognized Azazel. That meant he was quite obviously inhabiting another body that controlled her. A body that had made Alistair into a progeny, or a progeny of a progeny. Ugh. Hypotheticals blew. "You know, Alistair," The vampire interjected as Alistair made his rude comment to Exava. "I've always been told that I like people for strange reasons. I find myself liking you, as I know that you'll be of no threat to me. You're obviously not very good at this social thing." And he followed that into a harsh set, "People like you are so easy to depose. You don't make friends, you think you're safe as loners." A lot like him, really. Azazel thought he was unbeatable, when he was King. Unfortunately, his progenies turning on him made him realize that no position was safe.
"I'm sure you try very hard to be a good King, but it'll be for the better of everyone if you cleanse that log from your backside." Azazel already had a hard time resisting the urge to usurp the throne. He'd always felt like he deserved the Kingdom of Nocturne -- like it was his alone. Even though times changed, that feeling of owning the place was probably a lasting thing. "Exava is a very nice name, by the way. I knew a girl from Gettera named that. Lovely little creature." Unfortunately, he just so happened to be very hungry when he met her. He couldn't help that he drained her dry. "And fine, you can have a gander at it." Azazel's body was constantly regenerating; a perk of being a vampire. He could give her his fangs without a few moments before they'd come back. The man stuck his hand into his mouth, and then smashed hard against each fang with his thumb. It was painful, but not so bad. He'd get to show off his fancy regeneration, anyway; right after the fangs fell out of their spots, more grew. "Give it a shot." He dropped the fangs into her palm, and stared intently. Maybe this would be some unique ability that she had. It'd be an interesting experiment.
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Posted: Tue Sep 10, 2013 12:46 pm
Greed
The Devil's Advocate • Rank: Novice
• bloodline: Diobolus
• Class: Berserker
• currently equipped: unzipped leather jacket (wrapped around waist), shirtless, black jeans and black and red boots
• feeling: Tired, slightly injured (left arm), calm
Feared
Exalted
Evil? A few minutes after the vampire and his progeny walked into the assessment zone, a slightly wounded and tired looking diabolus entered the pavilion as well. Despite still being in his iron form, he had a long and slightly deep scratch down one of his arms. He was slightly bruised around his abdomen as well, but other than that the berserker had no other marks of signicant damage about his body. When he walked in, two things were odd about him: His leather jacket was tied about his waist by the arms, exposing his bare chest. The second odd thing (and definitely the bigger oddity of the two) was that he walked into the fort carrying a rather large and horned head. The head had belonged to a superior dragon fighter, whom Greed had slain atop his own volcano. This time, it did not take him long to find Allistair. He was conversing with somebody of an oddly high energy level, an energy level the Diobolus had not encountered in quite some time. He strode towards them, swinging his arm carrying the dragon's head nonchalantly, like a schoolchild might swing a lunchbox. Nearing Allistair, the demon spoke. "Alright, I know the last trophy was mediocre, but this one is definitely worthy of being put up on the fridge." He began jokingly, in remark to Allistair's earlier remark about the goat horn, chuckling before continuing. "I killed a dragon. I didn't know which one you wanted me to kill exactly, so I took my best guess and fought one of the Superior Dragon Fighters. As you can tell, he's decapitated and i'm not dead, which means I was won." He said, his tail whipping back and forth as he explained the recent events. He raised his arm up, bringing the dragons head up to eye height. In all reality, the demon didn't expect any good words from the King. But that didn't matter too much, he just needed an acknowledgement that his mission had been completed. Hopefully Allistair would deem him worthy of Adept rank soon, so he could learn that inner storm style. That was the only reason he had been pushing so hard to get these dumb missions done in the first place. After he finished speaking, he would take a glance over at the two strangers, one of which had just been given a pair of fangs. The other of which, was regrowing a set of fangs. Jeez, and I thought I was the wierd one here. Who the hell asks for vampire fangs? Eh, whatever. Theme song • Strength: 12
• Speed: 7 (tail has a speed of 9)
• Energy: 550 "If you don't give me what I want, this might be rather... messy."
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