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Post by kane on Oct 22, 2009 5:55:13 GMT -5
And that he did... straight to the shower... to clean and clean and clean... for most of the night... until a bit of his soul got washed... Then a restless night... a good chance he'd be on the roof before day break.
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Post by simplyKATEY. on Oct 22, 2009 5:56:15 GMT -5
Rose was hiding in her room. Lights on. Laying on her bed. Putting back together her sanity and emotions. It would be a long night.
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Post by kane on Oct 22, 2009 14:57:32 GMT -5
Kane was up on the roof (see told ya) and he was there in waiting... every now and then he did that subconscious washing of his hands... then get a little frustrated and stop. He had his bucket of rocks again... and many a tree was butchered.
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Post by The Loathed on Oct 22, 2009 16:01:52 GMT -5
-Armok sat in his room, staring at the nanocrystal mainframe that FemCom Nikita used to reside. She had been AWOL for nigh on eight hours, which meant she had betrayed him, just like Rose and everyone else. He idly watched holoscreens depicting the massacres in Aldria, then leaned his head back-
We can... make it stop, you know.
I don't even know who you are... Either of you.
I am the wind of death, little brother...
I am hatred, darkness, and despair
So there are two of you... What have I become?
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Post by The Loathed on Oct 22, 2009 16:05:48 GMT -5
-Armok stared at the sickle and sword resting on his desk, and at the deep gouges and cracks marring the once beautiful, onyx marble desk-
I have nightmares... visions of doing things, that I know I wouldn't do.
Things that we would do, little brother... Especially him.
Succulent flesh, suck to the bone. Crack the bones, drink the marrow. The screams, oh the screams...
Rose... Why Rose?
-His face distorts with pain and hatred, and facial muscles twitch as each personality fights for control in response to Rose's name-
She's a whore, a traitor that turned coat against you, that loves Kane
NO!
-Armok's fist slams into the marble desk, and fragments of marble fly through the room-
Now, now, little brother... I'm sure we can figure this out.
No, not Rose. They must have her captive, or something.
Rose, the rose. Guilty flower, prickly thorns. Tastes so... powerful. Can we have her? I would like to taste her blood, crack her bones...
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Post by The Loathed on Oct 22, 2009 16:15:58 GMT -5
-Armok rises to his feet, staring around his room. Blood and viscera stain even the ceiling, and pieces of soldiers litter the corners of his chamber. For a moment, the true Armok roars, raging against the shadowy constraints placed upon him by the demon and the other inside of him... but they quickly smash him back down, until even his seething fury is a distant memory-
Why... who did I kill?
-He looks at his hands, covered in dried blood, then his chest... also covered in dried blood. He licks his lips... and tastes blood. He leans against the wall, sliding to the ground, oblivious of the congealed blood he landed in-
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Post by Miss Twix on Oct 22, 2009 16:23:00 GMT -5
<well hawk was back at da sc base buuuut shocking enough she was hanging out on da roof 'cause rose had confused her last night with pretty much dumping back there and leaving again SO SHE WAS KINDA LOST>
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Post by The Loathed on Oct 22, 2009 16:30:00 GMT -5
-Far from Armok and his losing battle for sanity, Stormcrow wandered the sundered lands of Kane, not at all afraid of the milling corpses wandering aimlessly, awaiting Armok's commands-
What in the name of---
-In front of Stormcrow, a zombie literally explodes into pieces as Sanctus rams his demon fist through its chest, then he stares at Stormcrow with baleful eyes-
S-Sanctus, what are you doing here?
-Sanctus stares at Stormcrow... then pulls Whisper off of his back-
You helped them hunt me...
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Post by Miss Twix on Oct 22, 2009 16:33:48 GMT -5
<maaaaaaaan kane's homeland cant get a break for sure...now there's gonna be a another fight>
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Post by kane on Oct 22, 2009 16:34:03 GMT -5
Kane looked up at her he lightly smiled. "Greetings, Hawk... how are you?" He offered few words. It was hard to talk to much. He was afraid of what else might come out.
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Post by Miss Twix on Oct 22, 2009 16:36:46 GMT -5
<hawk kinda jumped 'cause she didn't think anyone else was around> huh?? oh heya kane ^^ i'm ok...what's up??
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Post by kane on Oct 22, 2009 16:39:30 GMT -5
He scratched his head. "Oh, nothing much... just enjoying the peace..." Odd thing to say after you've pretty much killed a forest with rocks... "In wait... for what is to come..."
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Post by Miss Twix on Oct 22, 2009 16:41:22 GMT -5
<woah hawk's outta da loop> whaddya mean?? for what's to come??
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Post by The Loathed on Oct 22, 2009 16:41:41 GMT -5
-Sanctus stared at Stormcrow, visibly shaking-
I trusted you... I saved your life, and...
-He cracks his neck, closing his eyes-
I am Sanctus Diaboli, and I may no longer be a hound of God... but I am a hound of hell, and you are judged and found wanting. Prepare to be delivered.
Sanctus, wait brother. I am a friend of the Shadow Clan---
-He rolls backwards, narrowly avoiding Whisper's blue tinged blade-
Damnit Sanctus, don't make me fig-
-His eyes widen... and he looks down, to see a blade through his chest. Sanctus leans forward, so that their faces are an inch apart-
Go back to hell, Stormcrow.
-The blade catches on fire... and sends Stormcrow back to his maker-
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Post by kane on Oct 22, 2009 16:45:36 GMT -5
He looked at her a bit grimly. "Tanor's war is at our doorstep... he will not stop until everything in his way of having what he had before his fall is gone. The first step was his brother... the next was Nhycia... and now he's after the Shadow Clan."
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Post by Miss Twix on Oct 22, 2009 16:46:55 GMT -5
uhm...who's tanor?? i thought we were fightin' a pmsin' Armok
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Post by kane on Oct 22, 2009 16:53:27 GMT -5
He shook his head. "Armok is, but a puppet. Being strung on to a greater, more evil purpose. His brother is making him dance to his wishes until he brings us to the point that the three mediums could be reacquainted. I fear that until that point the war will never end... and even then, it will spawn an even greater and more brutal war." Not much optimism he could throw in that plot.
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Post by Miss Twix on Oct 22, 2009 16:57:25 GMT -5
<ooo hawk kinda looked like x.X> oh...er...well dat sounds...er...
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Post by The Loathed on Oct 22, 2009 16:58:51 GMT -5
-Sanctus stares at Stormcrow's corpse, then looks around at the zombies. Before he can step forward to kill them, the skies literally turn black, as if the sun was extinguished-
... What in the name of God...?
-MEANWHILE, DEAR GOD THE EVILNESS-
-Armok stood in the center of Moscow, running the sickle down his forearm. Black and crimson blood dripped to the cobblestone, and secret police and KGB scrambled around frantically, looking for the cause of the black skies. Lights flickered on and people ran around in panic, headed towards their homes. Cars crashed into cars and people, and havoc tore Moscow asunder-
I am the screams of terror in the black of night...
-Screams of horror and agony fill the streets of Moscow... as the lights flicker out. Khaos Legion soldiers pour out of dropships in stealth mode, and begin massacring KGB and secret police, as well as civilians... and undead pour from the dropships as well, alongside strange, half-nude creatures with the heads of jackals-
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Post by kane on Oct 22, 2009 17:25:09 GMT -5
He lightly smiled and put his hand to hear shoulder. "No matter what happens... just remember that we are always together and nothing of this world will break this family apart." That sounded bout right. We'll see what he has to talk with her about when she finds out Aldria is about to match Nhycia... "You can put your faith in me..."
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