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 Posted: Mon Apr 17, 2006 6:38 am
A city of decadence and evil, nestled on the gulf cost. Demons thrive in this city, the sins of mankind fueling their ambition...
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Posted: Sat Apr 22, 2006 12:47 pm
After he pulled himself out of the manhole, Ephraim easily jumped onto the top of the two story building he was behind and looked around. Not noticing anything interesting in particular, he started jumping from rooftop to rooftop, heading due east, directly to Main Street. Even being the five miles away that he was, Ephraim already heard all the noise coming from the non-stop party that was Mardi Gras.
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Posted: Sat Apr 22, 2006 5:04 pm
Two sets of eyes followed Ephraim's progression across the rooftops. Two very bored sets of eyes. "Do you see what I see?" a sensual, feminine voice asked.
"If you see the son of the First Exile, then yes," answered the smooth masculine voice.
"I think we shall ask him what he is doing in our domain," said the woman.
"I was just thinking the same," came the man's reply.
Both characters faded into the shadows, following Ephraim. Black on black is hard to follow, especially in the spiritual realms...
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Posted: Tue Apr 25, 2006 1:08 am
As he got about a mile from Main Street, Ephraim dropped to the street below the rooftops and decided to walk the last mile, not wanting to draw too much attention to himself. "The only night I don't have to hide myself," he said softly as he walked past about seven humans who turned and gawked, then started cheering in a drunken stupor for the 'costume' Ephraim was wearing. Ephraim grinned to himself,"If only they knew the truth," he said silently.
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Posted: Tue Apr 25, 2006 7:22 pm
Though it was Mardi Gras, the demon pair had to remain in disguise, for their true forms were far too hideous for the mortal realm. They split and began flanking the Cripple. "Hello, Son of the First Exile," the woman said.
"What are you doing here?" the man asked.
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Posted: Tue Apr 25, 2006 7:28 pm
Ephraim grinned to himself and said as he turned to face them, "Doing what you can't. Showing what I really look like, unlike you two." He faced them unblinking, showing no fear, but knowing he was severly screwed if they decided to attack him, but he also knew he was safe because no one wanted to start a war right now, and not right here either. He sighed slightly, "Pardon my rudeness, I'm just having a night on the town."
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Posted: Tue Apr 25, 2006 7:33 pm
They herded him towards a strangely vacant spot on the sidewalk. "Yes, but should someone tug on your withered appendages and discover they're not false, what would you do?" the woman asked placing her hands on her flared hips.
"And what about your father, Crippled One? Does he know you so willingly come to our city in an attempt to stir up trouble?" the male countered, crossing his arms.
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Posted: Tue Apr 25, 2006 7:37 pm
"I did not come to stir up trouble. I came to the one place at the one time where no one would question what I look like. I am sure even you two can appreciate that," he said, matching both of their gazes.
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Posted: Tue Apr 25, 2006 7:42 pm
They exchanged a look...and laughed. "Are you joking?" Namia said, her tightly-bound chest jiggling with her laughter.
Tristan shook his head. "If you think you have it bad on that pristine mountain of yours, try living amongst these pathetic beings for a few centuries."
"They would alienate you right away just because of your eyes"
"Especially in this nation."
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Posted: Tue Apr 25, 2006 7:46 pm
"I don't want to live amongst them. One night a year is plenty of time for me actually," he grinned sardonically at them. "And if I do recall, you chose the location, or should I say, you made the decision of which side to join. I on the other hand was born into what was chosen for me," he paused and laughed to himself," but listen to me trying to be all noble with demons."
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Posted: Tue Apr 25, 2006 7:49 pm
"And do you hate your father for that?" Namia asked, plucking some confetti from her bosom.
"Because it was he who became the First Exile," continued Tristan, turning slightly to implant a suggestion in the mind of a passing voodoo man.
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Posted: Tue Apr 25, 2006 8:18 pm
Ephraim sighed slightly," I blame no one for the way I am. We all serve a purpose to some point, and some day I will find my purpose. Until that time comes, I will proudly stand next to what are my people, even if I don't feel totally welcome, atleast I am able to be there without being harassed." Ephraim stretched slighty," Well, sorry to interupt your night, but I believe I will be going now." He walked quickly between them, heading back the direction he came from at the beginning of the night.
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Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2006 2:16 pm
Namia and Tristan grinned wiskedly at each other and turned to watch the half-Exile go...
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Posted: Thu May 04, 2006 3:12 pm
Aspasia landed in a dark and empty alleyway in New Orleans. Carefully she masked her dark wings and changed her clothes to reflect the times.
As she walked out of the alleyway, her heels clicked on the pavement and her golden phoenix wings swished as she rocked her hips back and forth like a super model on a cat walk. She joined a group of spectators as they made their way to the next party.
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Posted: Fri May 05, 2006 5:54 am
"To the Metropolitan" she thought as she made her way through crowds of young people looking for fun.
Aspaisa turned into the street where the club was located. Already there was a line of Ferrarris and Lamborghinis waiting in line to pull up to the entrance of the club. Outside there was a huge line of people trying to get in, but many were getting denied.
"I need to find a way in" she thought.
((Yes the Metropolitan does exist... or at least it did before the hurricane anyways. And yes all of New Orleans elite went there.))
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