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Post by citizenmike on May 18, 2009 8:18:51 GMT -5
Setting: The road leading to the Motel. Objective: Reach Room #4 and find clues to Animus' past Rules: Play-by-Post
The Players: Johnny Trace Anya Tommy Deamon
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Post by citizenmike on May 18, 2009 8:35:52 GMT -5
With the others behind him, Johnny led the way to the motel. The sky glowed in a glorious shade of orange; couldn't distinguish if the sun was rising or falling, whatever it the case, it was a beautiful sight.
Johnny turned back to the group and with his freehand, pulled the cigarette away from his lips and said, "You guys ready?"
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Post by wingedwarrior on May 18, 2009 8:39:06 GMT -5
Daemon was ready. He was prepared to fight--if he lead to that. After all, that is one of his expertise (though he regrets it). He muttered spells and formulas, both of demonic and angelic (don't forget purgatoric) to ensure protection from many forces. He cast them to everyone as well.
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Post by citizenmike on May 18, 2009 8:43:00 GMT -5
Johnny said to Daemon, "You look like you're waiting for a fight, kid."
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Post by wingedwarrior on May 18, 2009 8:46:27 GMT -5
The word 'kid' rung in his ear. How he dreaded that. Everyone called him kid: God, the Devil, Purgatory's watcher, his father, and Johnny. Daemon was far from being a child---he was centuries old, though he didn't look it. He put his aggravation aside and took a deep breath.
"Yeah, I am, you never know what is there. Maybe Little Bah Peep is there, who knows?" Daemon said.
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Post by citizenmike on May 18, 2009 8:49:50 GMT -5
"I hope so.", Johnny said as he took a quick drag of his Marlboro, "That way this whole thing can end sooner than later."
Johnny gripped his walkie-talkie and thought about Veronica; I don't want to see the Goat, not yet anyway... What'll happen to Veronica when this all said and done? Do we leave and return to what we had as forgotten lives? Will we forget all this? Will she forget me as I might forget her?
Johnny turned his head and took another drag.
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Post by wingedwarrior on May 18, 2009 8:54:02 GMT -5
Daemon couldn't help himself, he had to know more about Johnny and he took a sneak peek on his thoughts. To him, Johnny reminded him of someone, someone he might be able to trust. And Veronica, she seemed perfect with Johnny---this thought sadden Daemon. He was reminded of his failed goal. Reminded of Dee-yan.
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Post by citizenmike on May 18, 2009 8:57:16 GMT -5
Johnny saw a change in Daemon's expression. Walking up to him, Johnny placed a hand on his shoulder and asked, "Is something bothering you?"
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Post by wingedwarrior on May 18, 2009 9:08:59 GMT -5
Daemon for the first time in years, did not know what to say. He was like melted ice, cold, detached and slowly melting (did I mention, he felt like he had a brain-freeze). What he had endured---losing her, his dear friend, his only friend who was a sister to him was painful. He cant believe he did it. He cant believe they made him do it. Daemon looked at the extiror of the building--aged building reminded him of God--his bathroom and his forehead---his wrinkles (yes, wrinkles). It was frustrating. It was frustrating. Everywhere he looked he saw bits of his past. Thats when he realized. Maybe Animus was his way, was his way to look in him and find the missing. The void of his life, everything he had missed, everything he wanted to know about himself. It was a good thing, Daemon recovered quite quickly. He faced Johnny, nodded, then spoke.
"Whatever it is it is in the past. What is done cannot be undone,"Daemon whispered loud enough for Johnny to hear. "We should focus, this is a waste of dear time. Where's everyone?"
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Post by citizenmike on May 18, 2009 9:20:04 GMT -5
Johnny looked over Daemon's the shoulder to most of the group in the distance. "They'll catch up. We're almost there..."
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Post by Trace on May 18, 2009 9:43:20 GMT -5
This is a waste of time.
The voice in Trace's head was impatient, as Trace himself was. The memory of his meeting with the Black Goat still burned in his mind. His words echoed through Trace's mind. Join him, kill those who refused, and live in power.
Trace was sick of following others orders, so he knew he wasn't going to accept any kind of offer, but what about the others. Could they be trusted to refuse like he had. Trace walked alongside Johnny, and spoke quietly, to ensure nobody could hear.
"Johnny, you sure we can trust everyone here. I mean, we're not exactly savoury types, but can you really trust these three not to stab us in the back?"
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Post by citizenmike on May 18, 2009 9:46:04 GMT -5
Johnny turned back to Trace and replied, "Yeah, I think we can. Personal feelings aside, I think everyone wants to know just exactly what the fuck is going on."
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Post by Trace on May 18, 2009 9:50:16 GMT -5
"I guess so. Just be aware that I'm keeping on eye on everyone. One wrong move and I'm slitting some throats." Trace said with a half laugh, half serious expression. "And on the whats going on front, I had a little chat with our good friend the Black Goat, thought that may interest you."
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Post by wingedwarrior on May 18, 2009 9:52:00 GMT -5
Daemon could not help but eavesdrop. Well, he would not consider it as eavesdropping since it was loud enough for him to hear.
"Look, we may not know each-other, but we are what we have. I dont know what the hell, is going on...but if hell comes we kick hell in its panties---gracefully. But first of all find out what the we can do for now," Daemon said for the two to hear.
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Post by citizenmike on May 18, 2009 9:52:41 GMT -5
"Let's all try to be cool", Johnny said.
Johnny pat Trace on the shoulder and replied, "Lighten up, man. Right now, I think we all have our intentions in place."
"And on the whats going on front, I had a little chat with our good friend the Black Goat, thought that may interest you."
"Really? When did this happen?"
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