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Post by Zeek/elhaym on Apr 24, 2004 2:40:44 GMT -5
i looked at her. ... its ok... i need to go back to... . i look at then road agian. dont worry morrighan, i understand... though i hope your staying at the church alittle longer.. tonight was fun, i smiled. ... i really need to get my mind off her but it seems i cant... oh well... in a way i want to continual thinking of her... i shook my head. ... dont mind me... you two are probably sick of me because thats the oly thing i talked about. i sigh.
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Post by Omadon on Apr 24, 2004 2:41:56 GMT -5
Omadon stands, tome in one hand, his other held over something on the bedside table. He is once more dressed in the gray suit of Count Magnus Lee and his hair is neat and held back.
He mutters to himself as he scans the yellowing pages of his ancient tomes, comparing the notes he himself scrolled centuries ago to his new inforation.
Some of this blood had been most interesting. It had give him ideas. One idea, in particular that he found very interesting.
"Yes," he whispers, smiling, "Yes, it will work. Perfect."
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Post by Jareth on Apr 24, 2004 2:46:56 GMT -5
Jareth smiled coyly and blushed a bit,
Awwe we don't mind. I understand all too well about unrequited love. I too love someone but i know he doesn't love me. So i look around at all the possibilities. Oh well perhaps we need to be independant for awhile. Hmm Independent women...thats a song right? By destiny's child? I know that one......
She laughs and begins to sing while she holds tightly to Dmitri. He inturn holds tightly to she and Zeek.
~When we return i will go see Omadon then I will come to you Be ready for it ok?~
He nods and she continues to laugh and see the song by destiny's child.
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Post by Zeek/elhaym on Apr 24, 2004 2:51:15 GMT -5
i glance at her and nod. sounds familair.... i yawn. i suppose... after all... it isnt like i loved anyone before. heh, thats pretty bad for me... maybe she thought i was to old. i smile somewhat. even if they were negative thoughts, they were ones of her.. ...i think i'll rest abit when we get back to the church...
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Post by Jareth on Apr 24, 2004 2:59:24 GMT -5
Dmitri make sure Zeek gets to her room ok. I fear she is a bit tipsy. Zeek i will see you tomorrow. Goodbye friend.
She ran as fast as she could back to the church. She ran to the room sending Omadon a msg that she was coming. She burst in and closed the door and ran and held him she needed that at the moment. She wanted to control her feelings and choose to feel them or not. She wanted him to change her.
Count i am ready. Please i want to go with you and serve beside of you. I have made my choice i wish to go with you.
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Post by Zeek/elhaym on Apr 24, 2004 3:07:05 GMT -5
i look at dmitri you dont need to.. besides... im going straight to bed. so it would be better if you didnt.. it would be rude of me if i made you leave like that... i yawn and stumbe alittlle, hen again,... maybe she was right...
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Post by Omadon on Apr 24, 2004 3:08:38 GMT -5
Omadon holds Morrighan. "So it shall be." Still holding her with one arm he raises a small necklace, a sparkling gem, wrapped with silver cord, bound to a chain of purest silver.
"This shall be your vessel." He slips the necklace around her neck. "This will feel... strange."
He places his hand upon her left breast, over her heart. "Take a breath Jareth." As the woman inhales, Omadon pushes forward with his hand. The grayish hand passes through Jareth's flesh, inside her.
It's cold.
Omadon pulls free of the woman, something clasped within his hand, something that makes light shin through his fingers. He moves his hand to the necklace hanging around Jareth's neck, wrapping it into the same hand.
The necromancer chants, whispering quickly in a language he has not used aloud since his own creation. When he removes his hand, the gem of the necklace is no longer clear, but red, veined with gold.
"It is done, Jareth. Your soul has passed from your body. In the coming days you will feel the life drain from you, slowly, but you shall not die. You will become like me."
He cups her chin in his free hand, meeting her eyes. "Then we shall joureny to Northrend, and you shall take your place beside me upon the frozen throne. And the world of mortals shall be ours be consider."
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Post by Gen. Vlad Kolov on Apr 24, 2004 3:11:18 GMT -5
(OOC: Sorry this should've been included at the end of yesterday's posts, and as a result some changes have been made...)
The telephone call to Red Infinity turns out to be an "eyes only" fax titled to Lin-Sat and Lady Violet Zadung. It reads:
"This is a statement from the attackers of the LIF group. We have NO desire for war with Red Infinity as this would simply destroy both of us, and I am certain that a political solution can be reached. I only have two requests. The first is that I am not attacked, nor the new nation of the Federalist Republic of America**. The second contition is the immediate release of Dinari Dollar.
I would appreciate some international amnity in this matter, as the LIF is an enemy of all. I WILL NOT attack Red Infinity without provication."
**Note: The FRA is slated to cover most of the states of New York and Pennsylvania.
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Post by Jareth on Apr 24, 2004 3:19:10 GMT -5
Jareth smiles weakly and leans a bit. She feels a bit weak. She had the strangest sensation. She leans forward to kiss Omadons cheek and she presses against him as she tries to remain standing. She was a bit dizzy.
Yes Omadon. We shall go and i will be beside of you for eternity. But like you are now Omadon i shall be forth known as Morrighan. For Jareth has died in this room tonight. You think you could get use to calling me that instead?
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Post by Omadon on Apr 24, 2004 3:22:22 GMT -5
Omadon supports the woman. He knows how weak one feels as they first begin dying. He remembers it with the celerity of one who can not forget.
"Then you are Morrighan from this moment forth. It will be three, perhaps four days before the change is fully completed. By the third your strength will be gone but upon the fourth, it shall spring from a new well, refreshed.
In the mean time, what are we to do of the egg in Ookami's chest. I have sensed it's power growing below. Something is gaining power."
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Post by Jareth on Apr 24, 2004 3:27:17 GMT -5
We must take it from his chest. I could not do it myself for he and i are packmates and our bond keeps me from taking it. Either you or Dmitri will have to cut it from him. And that will not be easy. Louhi has overtaken him. I can sense it. We will have to work fast. he will know i was Jareth now. Perhaps feeling me dies will hinder him some. We must take the egg. I say we wait until the concert because of the commotion. is this ok? We will need a cover and the music will be great cover.
She slides to the bed and pulls him so he might sit.
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Post by Omadon on Apr 24, 2004 3:31:10 GMT -5
Omadon sides besides Morrighan upon the bed. "I agree. It will be a few days. In that time you will grow into your now body. Then, we shall be able to claim the egg. Of course, we might have to tear loose Ookami's soul to get it loose. But better to die now then corrupted by this goddess you speak of."
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Post by Jareth on Apr 24, 2004 3:37:22 GMT -5
she is darkness incarnate. She is everything vile and wonderful in this place. She told me once i would know ultimate power. I know she is too destructive for the world and that Kaschei wishes to free her. But i am no longer a vessel because i will be dead. *she laughs* I will no longer be his lap dog. Oh to think such things were possible. Ookami will have his fate. That is all there is to say. By then i will not care correct? I can not feel his death if it occurs. this is wonderous Omadon. May i see your stone as well?
She holds her hand up and touches his face. He was her savior and she wanted him.
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Vandela
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Post by Vandela on Apr 24, 2004 3:40:32 GMT -5
Vandela is left unattended at the entrance of the Ministry of Terror, as if she was unimportant. All went back to their menial tasks with their menial (and particularly blindly so) lives. She simply strolled around, running her hands acrossed sparse trinkets and nic-nacks that adorned the particularly dull atmosphere. It reeked of death, but from where she did not know. The man who had greeted her so warmly lay his power open for her to see. He was being pulled on marionette strings unseen, something dark.
She walked past halls and doors, nothing particularly denoted place. No big sign with an as equally red dot that read, "You are here.". Just plain, dark corridors. Vandela sensed the presence of Simona. Her thoughts screamed, voiceless in Vandela's mind. There was another with her, but Vandela did not care about that one. Simona sparked her interest. The terrified and screaming always tasted the best when it came to blood. It never failed to curve a smile on her face, a little dribble of crimson running down her chin as it cracked and dried. She approached the holding cell slowly. Very sloppy guard. Then again, why have guards when it seemed a psychotic ill-mannered god-like magi worshipping an unseen dark god that has a foul sense of humor ran a place like this. She called out to Simona in her mind, quietly in the shadows and unseen by normal human eyes.
"Simona... come into the light... walk into the light, child... let me see you..."
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Post by Omadon on Apr 24, 2004 3:45:03 GMT -5
"My soul is not kept within a gem anylonger. Long ago I moved it. My soul rests in the very center of my kingdom of ice, within the Frozen Throne itself. In the Throne Room of Icemain, of Northrend, where the air is so cold that the blood of mortals freezes in their veins and only gods and the dead may stand.
There is my power bound and their is my soul kept. Your's may rest whereever you wish, the gem is but a vessel." He touches her hand on his face with his own cold hand, "You will see it soon enough Morrighan, when you see all of Northrend, your new kingdom. When we build our new world, together."
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