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 Posted: Wed Dec 01, 2004 7:04 pm
*Far outside the school, upon the barren plains, a light wind can be seen streaming across the blades of grass. The night stars gazing upon the land, the moons soft glow nourishing the symphony of the night. A perfect night it would seem, not a cloud in the sky, not a cricket nor an owl missing their peice of music. The wind streams through the grass, lightly it dances about the plains, waving the tree's leaves around like paper beneath a window. The wind flows throughout the night, streaming into the air, arching around, and slowly falling to the ground. Evenutally, a peice of golden dust, not even a speck, can be barley seen following the wind, as if it were seemlessly picked up by the winds graceful movements. The peice of gold glints in the night breeze, the moons glow reflecting off it as though it were a mirror. Soon, another speck can be seen, following the original. Within two hours, the wind itself has been completely consumed by these golden specks, the wind a brilliant gold. The wind dances about gracefully still, as a golden mist can be seen illuminating out of the ground. The wind begins to dance around the mist, as if circling it. Then all at once, all goes silent, the golden wind falls silent upon the plains.....The golden mist soon surges out of its coffin, and a human figure can be seen standing. His golden hair flowing in the breeze, his golden jacket swaying lightly in the night air. A golden aura surrounds this entity. The figure soon opens his eyes....a brilliant golden glint can be seen erupting from his eyes, the entire plain glows a gold, as not even the moons glow can fight back. The man now turns around, and looks to the ground, his golden hair falling before his eyes. The man stays silent, his hands by his sides, his brilliant golden eyes closed*
".......It is time......."
*The man clenches his right fist, as he opens his golden eyes. Damien looks to the sky, his clothes and hair swaying in the night breeze*
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Posted: Wed Dec 01, 2004 7:12 pm
*as she walks out of teh school, hands shoved deep in her pockets. after walking for quite some time, she spots Damien in the night. at first, she didnt quite recognize him, but then it clicked in her mind, who he was. she smiled slightly, heading towards him, , resting one hand on her bulging stomach. she made little, if any, noise as she walked towards him, a sort of natural relex she had developed as of late, try not to be seen, regardless of who it is you are approaching. when she finally reached him, she stopped, a good distance between them still as she crosses ehr arms as best she could over her bulging belly* been a while...
((editted due to my tiredness and then realizations...><))
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Posted: Wed Dec 01, 2004 7:15 pm
*mike looks at the Golden god that walks once again, his own powers with in himself hidden, as he is on top of top of the school crouched like cat on the conor edge. His eyes burning jade glow perice threw they nights darkness as he looks at the golden good, rembering him from the last time he saw him. He then stands up slowly and jumps of the roof weightlessly and lands gracefuly not making a sound. As he prowls threw the night his eyes fixed on the god, he whispers to himself, "he's back, the myths where true he's really here and back..." Sensing the great new powers coming from this god and leaning on the school wall, the you 16 year old boy begains to talk out load.*
"welcome back Damien, it's been a while, i see you've gotten a s**t load ******** stronger, how have you been?"
*Mike's brown hair genly sways in the wind along with his jacket, as his eyes never leave the golden god as he raises from his grave and hears what he says he awaits*
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Posted: Wed Dec 01, 2004 7:27 pm
~Damien's golden hair lightly flows through the night air. Opening his brilliant gold eyes, his eyes glint lightly as he looks around. Damien looks around the area, as if surveying the surrounding area. As the women approaches, Damien remembers her instantly....During his mission, he remembers her as his "general"....What a folly. Damien looks to the women, his golden eyes glinting lightly~
"....You have no idea.....As you well know, kindess and negativity has no meaning to me what-so-ever. Therefor, I strongly reccomend to you one thing....Wherever I am....your not...."
~Damien then hears words caressing along the air, turning his gaze to Mike's position, Damien points to him~
"I do not burden myself with such trivial definitions such as "good" or "bad".....Good or bad have no meaning to me anymore.....Your time is comming....Mike"
~Damien glances around to the both of them....What a "hell" it would be now that he had returned....All would pay. Damien turns around and walks away into the night~
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Posted: Wed Dec 01, 2004 7:30 pm
*Orb walks into the area, looking significantly at Mike. He has the stride and attitude of a prepared lawyer.*
Well, Mike... do you know why Damien- as it clearly is- wants you dead?
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Posted: Wed Dec 01, 2004 7:31 pm
*she simply shrugs as he speaks to her. she really want in any mood to argue or push any particular issue. seeing him walk away, she sighs, ever so softly and turns to continue her walk, not looking back*
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Posted: Wed Dec 01, 2004 7:32 pm
*mike smirks as damien's fingure is pointed at him, and pushes off the wall, knowing what "hell" Damien will be bringing and he'll be around waiting, he then looks at miya and winks, as the god then puts his hands in his pants pockets knowing what damien will be doing to the gods, as he slowly begains to walk down the dirt road his boots clombing and dust kicking up with every step he takes, he slowly gets smaller and smaller as he gets father and father away...*
"goodbye miya, and damien i'll be waiting"
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Posted: Wed Dec 01, 2004 7:38 pm
*she quirks an eyebrow at the wink she ahd recieved, but doesnt push the issue, then questioning where she had ever seen him before. shrugging she kept walking*
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Posted: Wed Dec 01, 2004 7:41 pm
his voices echoes threw out the guild
"yes i do actualy, it's because i am a god, and he is now a god hunter for the gods forsaking him there fore i'm on his to kill list"
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Posted: Wed Dec 01, 2004 7:42 pm
...bloody typical. Children these days never respect their elders. -_-' He'll be dead by Damien, no doubt... but I wonder what Damien has in store for the rest of us mortals...? Another apocalypse bringer, or just a slayer of gods...?
Heh... if it's only gods he's after... then I suppose that, for once, I have a reason to be glad I am simply a lowly mortal with an expertise at ninjutsu... maybe my short-life span is more safe than a god's immortality. Funny how the world works...Dabbling in a bit of ironic foreshadowing, maybe... >> <<
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Posted: Thu Dec 02, 2004 7:54 am
-fades in an looks around some, still sencing the energy that was still there from last night-
It would seem this is what I've been hearing about.... So he has returned. Things should become interesting real soon..... -a smile crosses his face- The time has come. It is time I got started on my plans....
-walks away turning black then fading away slowly-
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Posted: Thu Dec 02, 2004 8:12 pm
*he walks outside, a cigarette in his mouth and a lighter in hand, he quickly lights the cigarette and breaths in*
Much better....
*he says as he exhales*
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Posted: Thu Dec 02, 2004 8:21 pm
*he exhale out more smoke, then removes the cigarette from his mouth to take a sip from his flask*
Man.... what the hell'm I gunna do now
*he says to him self, before he puts the cigarette back in his mouth and takes another breath*
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Posted: Thu Dec 02, 2004 9:04 pm
*he turns and goes back in side*
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Posted: Thu Dec 02, 2004 10:04 pm
*Slowly, step by step, a man in a crisp, business-like black suit makes his way down the path towards the Ramen Noodle School of Martial Arts. There is no one with him. The man doesn't seem to radiate waves of energy or martial-arts strength aura, or anything... but there is something unlikeably calculating about the way he surveys the area. He seems to know the way...*
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