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Post by childofthehunt on Jun 5, 2009 13:48:28 GMT -5
The demon kept an inner smile, while studying everyone. It was different, standing infront of them, watching them talking. Back when Arqus was incontrol of the body, all he could do is see through his host's eyes. But now, he was there, interacting with them.
His lazy eyes locked on the boy. He has never seen this boy before.
"He definitely isn't human." Bremmen thought. He glanced over to Johnny this time.
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Post by Trace on Jun 5, 2009 13:53:35 GMT -5
Trace could have told Johnny all about the workings of Veronica and the Priestess. All about Sara. All about the fall of Animus to the Goat. He had been there. He had fought by the side of the former residents, back when they had their own souls. He had fought in the final battle to stall the Goat while Sara's soul was saved.
But he wouldn't tell them. He couldn't.
"And now your back here again," Trace said, looking directly at Veronica. "And apparently to save this city."
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Post by citizenmike on Jun 5, 2009 14:03:20 GMT -5
Veronica dropped her head. Suddenly, it was as if their lives were on her hands... Just like the Priestess.
"I can do this.", Veronica thought to herself.
Veronica looked at Trace and replied, "We'll see."
Johnny caught a glimpse of Arqus looking at him. There was something different about him... Something deviant. "Can I help you with something, friend?"
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Post by childofthehunt on Jun 5, 2009 14:17:04 GMT -5
"Actually, I was curious." He said to Johnny.
Bremmen then turned his attention to Veronica, "We never met Sara's father. Though I heard the Priestess referred to her husband as Teo."
He flashed Johnny a malicious smile.
"I wonder..."
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Post by citizenmike on Jun 5, 2009 15:46:49 GMT -5
"Teo..." Johnny murmured as he turned to Veronica. "Did you get a good look at the guy?"
"No, I just saw the back of his head. Although, he seemed to have mixed features from what I could tell."
"Mixed features?"
"Yeah something like yo..." Veronica paused. "Wait, how do you know of Sara?"
"I saw a gravestone with the name Sara Roth-Tavalera. That's both our names... What do you think?"
"I don't want to think. Do you?"
"I wanna see what happens."
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Post by Tig on Jun 5, 2009 16:16:55 GMT -5
Anya watched Veronica and Johnny carefully, she was interested, and curious, about this past life and past life's children.
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Post by cyansky on Jun 5, 2009 17:55:41 GMT -5
Syl watched the others carefully as it stepped through the portal, eyeing them with curious and analytical eyes.
There was Veronica's boyfriend, Johnny, who Syl avoided, by ignoring him and keep its distance. There was Trace, the type 2 fallen angel. Syl avoided him too. There was Anya, the young, bloody lady it had met before. It eyed her carefully - it had a mild interest in her, she looked almost innocent despite her aura. Another man hung in the shadows, a bald one wearing dress pants. Syl couldn't identify what he was, what he was certainly NOT human.
The last one appeared to be a human teenager of roughly seventeen years. Oddly enough, he was... odd. For being an adolescent human male, Syl didn't see any acne that was so typical with human teenagers. Huh, it thought, why doesn't it have any of those face destroying postules and nodules? Isn't acne supposed to be a horrible disease that disfigures human adolescents for the sole purpose having their egg and sperm donors yelling at them? Or is it because humans are so disgustingly sweaty? How confusing... it seems like this young man is older than he looks...
Syl closed its eyes and analyzed the aura of the young man.... It resembled a mix between angel and an unidentified type of reaper. That was strange. For some reason, Syl had almost every known type of reaper in its database, or at least the legal types that worked for Azrael. Ah, I guess this must be an illegal reaper, thought Syl, a reaper that doesn't work for Azrael. Last I checked, it was Azrael's job to lead souls to be judged, to continue the cycle of life and death. I wonder what this one's purpose is? And why does a part his aura resemble that of angel? How perplexing.
It took its eyes away from it, continuing to think about this young man.
As far as I can tell, he is fairly powerful; although I can't pinpoint an accurate power level at the moment, thought Syl, I have to be careful. Curses, I hate politics. Out of the lightning storm, into a hurricane. I leave to spend time with myself, and here I several more people to deal with. Ugh. I was I was Kiel. Kiel's better at this than I am... or... at least I think so.
Syl sighed, listening to what the other people were saying, but contributing nothing. When it heard the part about them being prophesized to save Animus, Syl resisted the temptation to laugh at it. I'm no hero, it thought, I don't like fighting.
When it heard about how Johnny could be or was most likely to be the little girl's father, Syl couldn't help but chuckle inside. Human children are so truly perplexing. Why do humans care so much about who donated the genetic material? It's just that: genetic material - what sentimental value does that have? I don't know who my parent is and I don't think I care. As I keep learning, it only becomes more evident: humanity is SO confusing...
As a pause came over them, Syl watched them carefully.
It clutched its hands to its chest, eyes darting from person to person, remaining silent. It was thankful that it had put some distance between them and itself.
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Post by maliciousmatt on Jun 5, 2009 21:29:44 GMT -5
Mr. Psycho was still sadistically smiling in the shadows. The less people that noticed him the better he decided. Then he remembered what he used to do instead, murder alot of people for no reason. It was great fun for him, but got him completely nowhere. The tactic he was using right now, would deffiantely get him somewhere. He kept a sharp eye on the blade winged reaper, he was strangely attracted to him, and whenever he got close enough his mysterious blue mechanical object hummed in peace... Like it was saying something.
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