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Post by wingedwarrior on May 18, 2009 4:03:57 GMT -5
Yeah thats what I said. Trust me, I have seen many things. I have traveled dimensions, seen the most perverted creature---the most power-hungry....speaking of which I am hungry. Got any food? I dont eat human food, I eat souls. Have any I can feast on....
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Post by citizenmike on May 18, 2009 4:11:29 GMT -5
"No.", Johnny replied. Just like Tommy, there was something about Reaper that amused him. Johnny looked at the rest of the group and said, "Let's get moving, shall we?"
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Post by wingedwarrior on May 18, 2009 4:24:35 GMT -5
Daemon nods.
"But I am hungry, your not going to let a 'kid' starve, eh' Johnny?" Daemon said jokingly.
He did not eat souls---only collected them--- as a matter of fact, he did not eat. He just felt like cracking a joke, he felt more comfortable around these new people, especially Johnny--- he reminded Daemon of his professor.
Daemon knew that these people saw him as a lost boy, a little child (who wouldn't? He is only seventeen after all), and felt like playing the part, he did not want to give anything away. They probably thought that the grim reaper thing was a myth and that he, being young, was naive.
So naive he played. Daemon could not help to be a lost sheep within a pack of wolves. Although, feeling comfortable, he couldn't help but ask about the mysterious city, Animus.
"What is in this place anyway? What are we facing? What are we trying to accomplish?" Daemon blurted out. He had his poker face on as they walked.
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Post by citizenmike on May 18, 2009 6:04:09 GMT -5
"This place is Animus City. We are facing the Black Goat, and since he isn't gonna show himself, we have to figure out what this place is... Which, by the way, we should have done long ago.", Johnny replied.
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Post by wingedwarrior on May 18, 2009 6:07:38 GMT -5
"What happened and who is this Black Goat?" Daemon paused. "What do you mean by figured out this place long time ago?"
But little did everyone know, Daemon had his own plan, a plan he kept to himself, a plan that only if he had to reveal, he would.
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Post by citizenmike on May 18, 2009 6:22:17 GMT -5
"Hey Roth,", Johnny began. "Any chance you can fill young Daemon here with the honors?"
"Sure.", Veronica shrugged. "The Black Goat is an entity that resides in the sewers. Whatever he might be, he is obviously supernatural. We were all brought to this city for a reason, and while I believe that our time here is our own personal journey, to understand this city and the Black Goat, we are going to immerse ourselves on the city's history. There are two places which bare much significance, the church and room four of the motel."
Johnny kissed Veronica in the cheek and said, "I couldn't have said it better."
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Post by wingedwarrior on May 18, 2009 6:34:21 GMT -5
Daemon nods. But his mind is working, his plan is evolving. He kept his pokerface. ------- In his mind:
This Black Goat, I have never heard of him until now. This 'Animus' is a different spectrum from what I am used to. Good thing in time I will adapt to this new habitat. I think it is most wise to stay with this clanish group, only until I am able to stand on my own feet and leave to..... never mind that.... I need to focus. If this Black Goat is supernatural, I may be able to make an analysis of his data.... if only I had a taste of him---I need a physical sample. Once I have this sample, depending on his mind force, I may be able to tap into his memory and seed on it. Yet, I know little and must improvise. For now, I play naive little boy. ---- "What do you know so far? Where we heading to next? What do you know about this BAAAH Man and his meehhh plans?" Daemon said. "We can probably kick his ass, after all we have these supernatural people and we can recruit more....if we find some, and you have a boy-- me, who plays with a scythe for fun. This shouldn't be so hard," Daemon said grinning.
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Post by citizenmike on May 18, 2009 6:47:03 GMT -5
"Listen, I appreciate you naivety, I really do, but we have had to learn, the hard way, that unless he decides to show himself to us, we can't do shit." Johnny pointed to Trace, who was further down the street from the group. "You see that guy over there? The night we wend to find the Black Goat, he had a half his face torn off and to top that, I nearly died at the hands of a bunch of masked adolescents! When wants to reveal himself, he will, until then, we are going to do what we can."
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Post by wingedwarrior on May 18, 2009 6:57:49 GMT -5
Daemon bursts laughing, that he drops to the floor (well....he is still levitating so he doesnt touch the floor).
"Really?! Thats so cool! No offense" Daemon said chuckling. ---------- In Daemon's mind.:
But I am technically dead.... I had my face burnt, but it healed quickly....well....it did not effect me.
This is even more interesting than I thought. I need to see this dude for myself....but with precautions. --------- "Johnny, guys, sorry for my rudeness....but what are we going to do when we see Baha Man and his Mehh group?" Do we slice em up? OO DO WE USE MAGIC AND MAKE THEM GO BOOM? I dont know, I figure that since we have some magic beings here...we can well, do the boom action." Daemon said with fake excitement.
But his mind worked harder then ever did before. He needed to find away to channel Daeshek, with Daeshek he is invinsible. The only problem was this city prevented him from channeling Daeshek. He needed to find a power source....and maybe Baha Man was the key.
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Post by citizenmike on May 18, 2009 7:04:50 GMT -5
Veronica lit a cigarette and said, "Daemon, whatever happens happens."
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Post by wingedwarrior on May 18, 2009 7:07:22 GMT -5
"Yeah, I know I know. What happened to you calling me Reaper?"Daemon asked playfully. "So where do we go now?"
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Post by citizenmike on May 18, 2009 7:11:38 GMT -5
"The rendezvous, in front of the hotel.", Johnny replied. "Shall we?"
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Post by wingedwarrior on May 18, 2009 7:27:03 GMT -5
Daemon nods. His guard is up, after all, who knows what could be in the hotel. In this place, everything was unpredictable. Even 'friends.'
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Post by sacredrapture on May 18, 2009 7:48:41 GMT -5
Myzrael watched everything. He shunned Trace. He gave it some thought, and he would rather not pay the disgraced wretch any heed. His failure as an angel made him into what he is now, a shadow of his former self, a jaded bitter being who actually believed he could match up to Myzraels' might.
Myzrael chuckled. Let him believe what he so stalwartly wishes to believe. That will be his undoing, and his death. He would make sure of it.
He surveyed this newcomer, Daemon, he called himself. What a rude child. He would not entertain this one either. Such pride. Between him and Trace, he didnt know where the wind was blowing stronger.
Myzrael kept silent, and would follow where Johnny aimed to go. He wished Arqus was here, to relieve himself of all the chaos this ruckus was creating.
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