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Post by wingedwarrior on Nov 1, 2009 7:47:42 GMT -5
Set way after chapter 10
Daemon walked down the street, a new man. Anticipating for someone to come. He just knew someone would, he felt it deep in him. He saw a shadow ahead of him, a shadow of a woman.
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Post by citizenmike on Nov 2, 2009 0:48:40 GMT -5
Veronica approached Daemon and said, "You have a lot of nerve coming back, considering what you did to Syl.".
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Post by wingedwarrior on Nov 2, 2009 0:56:47 GMT -5
"You don't understand," he said and paced around her, "how would you feel if you were burdened with so much pain everywhere? How would you feel if you felt that the world had turned on you and that you were fed of all your flesh? I was a young breed then; new to the world of war--true war. I did not want to admit that I did not need help, I was scared. And now, I can admit it for its done and I am sorry."
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Post by razor on Nov 2, 2009 1:01:16 GMT -5
Solace could not help but shed a tear. She could feel the man's pain as he spoke, it penetrated her soul. She wanted to see him, greet him and make things better but he did not know her. She went anyway, and as he circled the woman Solace took a deep breath then asked: is everything Okay?
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Post by citizenmike on Nov 2, 2009 1:09:44 GMT -5
Veronica stepped aside for Solace and said, "I know feels like, trust me, I know. Just promise me you'll make all this up to Syl. It loved you...".
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Post by wingedwarrior on Nov 2, 2009 1:12:21 GMT -5
"Thats why I am here," he said and turned to the girl behind him, "yes, miss, everything is okay....just swell."
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Post by citizenmike on Nov 2, 2009 11:45:07 GMT -5
"Good.", Veronica replied. "Do something about it.".
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Post by wingedwarrior on Nov 3, 2009 2:48:14 GMT -5
"I will... not immediately though. Situations like this shouldn't be done in haste."
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Post by razor on Nov 7, 2009 2:51:37 GMT -5
"Is everything okay? I am Solace, and I am new. It would be nice to have a friend."
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Post by wingedwarrior on Nov 7, 2009 7:00:06 GMT -5
Note: Ryan wanted me to post for him. So I am... *Cough, lazy bastard. <3* Gein, I made it in a way that you can post. Post is kinda sucky because I am tried. _______________________________________________
Is everything okay? I am Solace, and I am new. It would be nice to have a friend."
Immediately, Daemon spun around to face Solace. His mood unappealing and he himself, stoical. As he saw Solace, he was stunned by her. She was a marvel of her own; her eyes were explosive colors in constant change, her posture delicate and gentle, her aura of good. Daemon could not help but smile.
"Hello, I apologize not replying to you earlier; I am Daemon. Welcome to Animus, how may I help you?"
Solace returned Daemon's smile, "thank you for being kind. If you don't mind, I am actually looking for a place to stay, would you know of such a place? It would nice to have some company..."
"Indeed I know of one place. I used to stay there with an elf girl and a damned demon. The home itself is damaged but can be repaired. As for food, leave that up to me. And trust me, I won't bite. We can go whenever you are ready," Daemon said.
Solace liked Daemon, he had a pleasant aura above him. It was difficult to find people who weren't insane or sadistic. She was ready to go. When Daemon saw this, he took her hand and they teleported away to the home once filled with life.
*****
There it was as Daemon left it, run down and broken. He let go of Solace and entered. Solace stayed outside as Daemon was in. His intuition told him they were not alone... someone else was in. Daemon was on the guard.
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Geinkotsu
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Post by Geinkotsu on Nov 7, 2009 11:38:57 GMT -5
Zachery had wandered along the city, he didn’t need rest, didn’t need much to eat. Earlier in the day he had found his way in a building that didn’t seem anyone would come across him. But he hadn’t slept for the past week and it was starting to get to him. Zachery yawned as he walked down the hall. The windows were boarded, the cracks emitting light from outside. The carpet was a dark brown, scraps and small pieces of trash askew over the floors as the place had not been used for a long while. A good sign. He let out a tired yawn, covering his mouth as he did. However, he noticed two people near the entrance. “What a drag.. Now I can’t get any sleep. Tch!” Zachery sighed. He could always sleep in the sewers like the past month, but that was starting to get old. Even so, he walked towards Daemon’s direction without a single care. If he wanted to fight, well then he would have to deal with him leaving. He wasn’t in the mood for fighting, shouting or debating why he was here.
He walked around the corner and saw Daemon, he paused and stared at him. Not what he expected. He was truthfully excepting some drag queen around the corner wearing black and purple makeup. That counts one assumption wrong. Zachery yawned again and rubbed his eyes, trying to keep awake. “Mmm.. What’dya want?” He asked. Apparently he didn’t know who Daemon was, why he was here, and obviously didn’t care why. He just wanted to take a nap somewhere without being bothered by all the nuecences that called themselves ‘Residents’. It was more like a bunch of screwed people that are forced to live here than Residents.
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Post by wingedwarrior on Nov 9, 2009 1:29:17 GMT -5
Daemon nodded and put away his sword at the realization the man was no threat to him. At the moment all he cared about was finding a place to bunk in and that Solace would do fine. He felt a connection with her, he did not know how or why.
"Names Daemon, and I used to live here so I am back. And you are?"
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Post by Geinkotsu on Nov 9, 2009 2:05:29 GMT -5
Zachery stared at Daemon for a moment, looking at his body language and looking at his aura. He didn't seem to be one of the bad guys like that crazy bastard Mr. Psycho. "The name's Zachery Zaphener." he finally said, introducing himself. "I apologize for coming in here, I didn't realize you lived here." He said in a tired and almost bitter tone. He then walked towards Daemon, stopping a few inches before passing him. "If you want me to leave, I'll do so..."
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Post by wingedwarrior on Nov 9, 2009 2:09:45 GMT -5
"Stay--you are already here. Do you eat human food? I can whip something good up," Daemon said on his way to the kitchen. "So Zach, what's your story?"
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Post by Geinkotsu on Nov 9, 2009 2:19:33 GMT -5
Zachery paused as Daemon said to stay. His tone was kind, but had a tint of something unnoticeable in it. He turned back around and watched as Daemon walked into the kitchen. "I don't eat much." he said in a reply to Daemon's first question. He watched the door, someone else was there. Perhaps a companion of Daemon's? Zachery followed him, he didn't much want to say anything of his past... it was too painful. He took a set on the floor, his back against the wall with one knee close to his chest, arm resting on it as his other leg sat stretched out.
"My story?" He asked.. repeating the question to himself. He leaned his head back, resting it on the wall as he thought. Wondering on how much to tell Daemon. The truth was the truth.. there was not much he could avoid. "That's a bit complicated." Zachery muttered, but looked over in Daemon's direction. "To put it as simple as possible. I lived with my Kin in a village of around 50 on Middle Earth. But one day everyone was slaughtered by a child that is a man I now despise. I saw my sisters decapitated and killed, but I blacked out right before the person could attack me and awoke here." He said, then fell silent. He hated talking of his past... his brother, his sisters, N... Zachery hung his head, resting his chin on his arm. He didn't want to be here.. because he was here in the same city. That man.. Zachery unconsciously clenched his fists and gritted his teeth at the thought.
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