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Post by arthmael on Nov 24, 2005 22:05:41 GMT
Arthmael paid no attention to the figure before him. He reached into the pocket of his long, white coat, and withdrew a roll of parchment. He looked up, flashing a pair of pure blue eyes, and held the page before them.
"According to the offical law of the highest heaven, you, being a daemon of unofficialised powers, are to be escorted to a holding facility where upon you shall be given the choice of having your powers stripped and returning to a mortal realm, or appointed a post in a netherworld, where upon- Hey! Look at my arms! They're all flimsy!"
Arthmael then proceded to poke and grab his limbs, giggling like a school-child. He held out a hand.
"Arthmael de Cathol."
He looked at the hand he was holding out and struggled to hold in a chuckle.
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Post by Cypher on Nov 24, 2005 22:09:44 GMT
Cypher reamined silent as the celestial figure recited from the parchment he had drawn. But the daemon, in spite of his usual calm attitude was taken aback by the sudden outburst halfway through the reading. The young daemon took a small step back away from the figure. He was confused, to say the least. But that didn't stop him from noticing a sudden change in eye colour after the figure had blinked.
The halfling continued to remain silent, a tad cautious of the friendly being before him.
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Post by arthmael on Nov 24, 2005 22:13:42 GMT
"What, just because I'm hear to stop your fun here on Earth we can't be friends. Fine. I don't want to be friends anyway."
He pouted, sulking like a child, and strode to the other side of the building, facing away from Cypher.
"I'm not talking to you!" he yelled across the winds that bit into his face.
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Post by Cypher on Nov 24, 2005 22:24:39 GMT
Cypher took a few cautious steps towards the celestial figure whilst his mind raced to come up with an apology, as well as a way to adapt to the rather erratic behavior of the stranger.
"I'm sorry..." He started, he was at a loss for words, he found it difficult to construct a sentence impermeable for the other man to find an insult in. "It is just that it was a surprise to see you appear so suddenly. I don't see that too often." Gingerly, the halfling extended a hand to the Seraph, even though his back was currently turned to him. "Pleased to meet you." He mentally braced himself for a reply from Arthmael.
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Post by arthmael on Nov 24, 2005 22:26:56 GMT
Arthmael glanced back at Cypher, then at his hand. He laughed.
"...It never gets old..."
He turned back to the daemon.
"So, what do you say? Coming to the underworld?"
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Post by Cypher on Nov 24, 2005 22:29:07 GMT
Almost instantly, the daemon lowered his hand.
"I'm afraid I cannot do that." He replied with a shake of his head. "I'm afraid I still have a lot to do before I consider being torn limb from limb of my own free will."
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Post by arthmael on Nov 24, 2005 22:35:20 GMT
Arthmael sighed.
"Then I'll have to stay here and persuade you... by any means."
He gave Cypher a menacing glare and leaned in close.
"Go o-nn...."
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Post by Cypher on Nov 24, 2005 22:38:53 GMT
Cypher retracted back the closer the Seraph leant in. Arthmael was, indeed, a rather robust character. But once again the daemon declined his 'offer'.
"There is still much for me to do." Was his defense.
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Post by arthmael on Nov 24, 2005 22:40:08 GMT
Arthmael sighed.
"Oh, and you know about Seraphs, right?"
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Post by Cypher on Nov 24, 2005 22:43:21 GMT
Cypher nodded his head reluctantly.
"Only what was said in the Bible, however." He added, as if it made a difference in the matter. "Were we humans wrong for assuming that Seraphs have a head for each of the cardinal directions?" He asked curiously, eager to know the answer that only the celestial beings themselves could give him.
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Post by arthmael on Nov 24, 2005 22:47:15 GMT
Arthmael shrugged.
"I dunno. Look, I just wanted to warn you that my other personalities aren't as friendly. Well, if I'm gonna be here for a while, I'll have to get used to be mortal. What's that stuff called you put inside you... food! Yes, that's it... I'm gonna go find some of that. Bye!"
He gave the daemon a brief salute, and leapt off the edge of the building, gliding into the further districts of the city.
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Post by Cypher on Nov 24, 2005 22:52:04 GMT
Cypher gave himself a confused look. He waited for a few moments, and then made his way to the exact spot where the Seraph had left the building. He peered over the edge, but there was no sign of Arthmael. The daemon frowned, his thin eyebrows arched upward in a look of worry.
Then, his mind wandered back to the thought he had just a few seconds ago, the thought he had the moment the first few words left the mouth of the angel.
"'Other personalities'...?" He said to himself, his eyes still focused on the city below him. This was all getting very, very confusing.
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Post by Cypher on Nov 25, 2005 21:23:47 GMT
The young man leapt down from his perch to the ground below. He had grown weary of merely standing around, and he was a little on the hungry side, too.
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Post by Cypher on Nov 28, 2005 21:23:42 GMT
Cypher stood tall, his feet just a few inches away from the very edge of the roof. His arms were folded across his chest as he looked out towards one of the housing estates, the orange hue of fire caught his eye but a few minutes before, yet since then, it seemed as though the daemon was lost in his own thoughts.
He was right.
This was a war. He didn't want to believe it. In fact, the pure innocence of his mind was screaming. If anything, it didn't want it to be true, either. He could feel it, dragging bloodied finger tips down the mental barriers he had set up, a series of barrages to suppress anything he no longer wanted to hear. It was begging, that half of him, it was begging for him to make everything untrue, to return everything back to normal, like it was when he had arrived. He wouldn't mind even if Blackthorne was still lingering around, as much as he hated to admit it.
But anything, anything was better than this. He hated it all, he hated violence with a passion. He abhorred it, loathed it with his very soul, yet he couldn't stop it at all. He just wasn't allowed to get involved. Not just because of the vow he had made, but because it just was not him to get involved in such matters.
The silent figure let a soft sigh escape from his lips, and he turned his head to face the makeshift battlefield, as far away as it was, once more.
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Post by diablo on Nov 30, 2005 16:45:21 GMT
Lee drank bottle after bottle of Gin but he still felt sober and bad about himself.
He lined the bottles up and took pot shots at them.
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