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2nd Armegeddon

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Nightmare on Thu Dec 21, 2006 12:51 pm

Standing in the middle of the ruins of what used to be the beutiful thriving city of what used to be Darshaunai stood a dark figure holding only a broadsword in one hand and a spellbook in the other standing on a field of corpses some still dying most already dead. And on the edge of the destruction several people stood in awe at the carnage, reporters were starting to swarm into the area to exploit the meyhem just to raide their ratings. Family and friends of the deceasced cried for hours as they looked at the wreckage and the bodies of the once beloved friends. Others were to afraid to even make the slightest sound as they stood there quivering, shaking at the destruction and blood all around all asking the same questions to themselves "What the Fuck happened here, What the hell did this!?" still remaining blind to the dark figure with a bloodsoaked sword. As the Paramedics slowly carried out each body they slowly made their way to the center of the destruction where the man in pure black stood. After a while of standing there possibly admiring the carnage he had done he turned around facing part of a once peacful forest and headed to make his leave. But before he left he said in a strange whisper that all could hear that was standing at the edge of destruction "Armageddon shall pierce the heart of this world." leaving in the forest as hundreds of people screamed in terror for their lives for an instance forgetting all the bloodshed that they came to live out what they thought was going to be the most peaceful days of their lives.
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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Mana Sayuri on Sat Jan 06, 2007 3:47 pm

A figure stood in the shadows, watching the other in black walking into the forest. The person had short white hair and peircing ice blue eyes.
"Well that was interesting," Said the Mage as he pulled his white and blue cloak around him.
He watched as the crowd cry over their lost loved ones as the parametics carryed them away. Some went into the forest, holding swords and forgeting about their supposed peace. The mage held his staff over his shoulders, his arms hanging over it.
"How stupid can these people get? They're so filled with hatred that they're not stoping to think of the danger." He pushed up his falling sage-styled glasses and shrugged. "Oh well. I guess it's time to head to the next town."
He headed into the forest as well. There was a road to the next town, but going through the forest was faster. He didnt dread meeting the person cloaked in black, but he didnt exspect it either.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Dark_Descendant on Mon Jan 15, 2007 10:53 am

A tall figure stood in the midst of the crowd, structure seemingly consumed by the other occupants of the mourning group, ofcourse, from her eyes came no tears, from her mouth came no calls of mournfulness, no cries of terror or pain. This form actually...Suprising for the predicament, remained silent.

The silent for stood watching, her structure not visable, the occupants around her seeming almost blind to her structure as they remained revelling in their own ignorant mournful world. Indeed this be the case and therefore her structure was allowed to merely stand, observing.

If one was to glance upon her form, as to be pulled out of their pitiful frame of mind and to observe those around them, they would indeed see that her form stood out rather oddly from the crowd, the way she was acting, the way she stood, the way she moved, her mere appearence seemed to be rather different to say the least.

Her form was rather tall and stood straight as to gaze over the crowd of people now occupying the streets, she seemed to be in a slightly lax, relaxed position, arms folded across her chest, hood upon her cranium as to conceal any specific features upon her facial regions.

Upon her feet large, dusty, steel toe capped boots tapped upon the soil, as if inpatientely watching the predicament. Upon her body she wore rather 'poor' stndard clothes, as if having travelled rather than put something on for a night stroll or fashionable dance.

Behind her form a large dusty, torn and tattered cloak, dusty as if one had travelled and fought constantly for years, seemed to whip and flutter about her standing form, These were her main features, not the biggest features but the main features of her form.

The next peice of her features which would oddly stand out would be the sword perched upon her back, sheathed for the moment. A large broaded blade. The tsuba gleamed brightly upon the top of the blade, seeming to flicker with light every few moments as her form shifted about slightly.

She allowed her orbs to trace about the district, the sight of corpses and dying people not even seeming to cause a muscle in her body to tense or even the slightest of twitches across her form, she merely adverted her orbs on, ignoring the mourning people around her.

Her orbs had stopped, halting upon the structure of a man, and as her gaze met his structure she immediately allowed a smirk to spread across her features "Him.." He muttered in an ominuous tone, smirk spreading across her lips as she watched his movements.

"Armageddon shall pierce the heart of this world." The man called out, his words seeming to pierce out, ringing out throughout the cries of the villagers. She immediately allowed a slight, quiet laugh to emmit from her lips, the sound growing louder , a slight murmuer coming from her lips as she followed slowly behind the man, her form seeming to fade from the crowds of people.

She reached out the darkness, moving slowly, ominuously out of the darkness as to follow slowly behind the man "A taste of Armageddon..." She smirked once more as to allow another laugh to elapse from her lips "Light thinks it travels faster than anything but it is wrong. No matter how fast light travels, it finds the darkness has always got there first, and is waiting for it. I return to these worlds after....Four years only to find that he is here"

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Schards on Mon Jan 15, 2007 1:47 pm

Amongst the branches of the trees a girl sat crouched and watching the village. She followed the path of the man whom had reigned this terror upon this village. She wa glad of it, her job and more had been done by this stranger.
The assasin followed his progress, half of her face hidden by a tight black cloth and the collar of the clothing she wore. the somewhat tight trousers she wore were perfect for stalking, they made no sounds, unlike leather or the swish of looser clothing, and the long, tabi boots helped her manouver more easily in the trees.

Her black hair reached just past her shoulders but was tied back with a ribbon, a bright white streak reached from her forehead to the tipr of her hair, probably the only thing that might give away her position.
She kept her yellow-hazel eyes on her stalkee, her feet finding their own way across the branches, skilfully and silently. This girl had obviously been trained from an early age, possessing all the techniques of a ninja and an assasin, her pretty head jept numbers of secret and well known Jutsu's in its depths, jutsus you would not be able to extract with torture, she was the perfect weapon, a silent killer, Laden with tens of well hidden weapons, shuko hand claws graced her knuckles and a hardwood bokken to do nothing but knock her victim out, maybe for hostage taking.
From the oyster to the eagle, from the swine to the tiger, all animals are to be found in men and each of them exists in some man, sometimes several at the time. Animals are nothing but the portrayal of our virtues and vices made manifest to our eyes, the visible reflections of our souls.
--Victor Hugo 1802-1885, French Poet, Dramatist, Novelist

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Sirge on Fri Jan 19, 2007 10:00 pm

A young man with short blond with gentle green eyes and a wide smile on his face. He wore pearlblack breast plate, gauntlets, and boots with his hands resting on the hilts of the two dao sheathed at his hips. He was walking down the path towards the man dressed in black while singing the same lines over and over again.

"Reaper reaper came to play somones gona die today."
Survival at all cost

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Nightmare on Fri Jan 19, 2007 11:24 pm

As the dark figure came half way into the forest he heard the man singing those lines and he turned staring into the sounds direction with eyes that would stike fear into the devil himself and he only said one thing... "It is all falling into place. It will begin.The ruin of this planet sahll start. The moot hunt is on!" and he resumed walking away from the ruins as he disapeared into the trees.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Schards on Wed Jan 24, 2007 11:57 am

She cursed as the dark figure disappeared into the trees, the blonde haired man had distracted her and she had turned away for a second.
She pursued the dark figure, her master would be wondering where she was but she wasn't bothered, she had to find out who this was.

She seemed to teleport from tree to tree, your eyes would have to be well trained to capture her movement.
She spotted the figure up ahead and landed right behind him.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Mana Sayuri on Wed Jan 24, 2007 5:40 pm

The Mage loked up in the trees as he saw a streak of white go by.
"Odd," He said to himself, throwing his staff over his shoulders again.
The were many more strange things he saw and heard in the forest. For example, the strange song about a Reaper. He hummed it to himself, not quite realizing he was doing it. He caught himself and stopped.
"Why am I humming the reapers song? I must be crazy. For all I know, it could attract the person singing it. That wouldnt exactly be the smartest thing t-and I'm talking to myself again. Man I am nuts."

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Nightmare on Sat Jan 27, 2007 3:17 pm

(OOc:Everybody knows that when I first made this i thought futuristic was like realistic in the future so this is set a dozen years in the future.)

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