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Post by Jareth on Oct 26, 2004 1:55:18 GMT -5
Omadon I won't leave you...I.
She knows he knows best and tries to teleport using the necklace that Kaschei gave her a long time ago. It does not work.
I can't teleport love. Where else can we go? How will we leave?
She is getting angry again. And she is having trouble controlling her emotions thus controlling her dragons of darkness. SHe wonders if she should call upon her godfather for help. He is still bound to her in her necklace...
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Cynthia
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Post by Cynthia on Oct 26, 2004 1:59:11 GMT -5
"Well, even though I sort of came here under the expectation that you were going to pay me for sex, I think I've revealed enough about myself to consider you a friend. I hope you don't mind befriending someone such as myself." Cynthia says. Under normal circumstances, she'd be upset that she wasn't paid, but she feels as though there's something good about him.
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Post by Omadon on Oct 26, 2004 2:01:52 GMT -5
((I'm with RI girl. I'm the Minsiter of Science. For some reason, I have been informed that I'm supposed to lose their fight, as I will, but everytime I've surrended when I was supposed to lose people got pissed so now I'm actually fighting back. Live with it.))
Omadon leans back, the sword leaving a clean cut through the very front of his neck. This elf thing wasn't playing. Omadon had no skill with melee weapons, but he was undead, he could move with the speed of death. And yet this thing seemed to be faster than that...
Need a plan... Omadon weaves a symbol with his fingers, retreating, trying to avoid the attack, never managing to completely avoid damage... he could feel the positive energy shock through him each time. This was bad...
"Curse of the Leech." Omadon finishes his spell, the only thing he can think of at the time. It's a curse designed to draw energy away from a being. Since these things are animated by positive energy perhaps this will slow it down.
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Post by Kankahattaret on Oct 26, 2004 2:03:03 GMT -5
((Have you actually once taken an order from them? No, you just sit around in your secret icy debrisless cave with your relatives. Sorry, in a bad mood, but it does annoy me.))
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Post by Kelthassil on Oct 26, 2004 2:05:24 GMT -5
I curse as I fall back, my aura of energy waning. Narrowing my eyes, I move over to my fallen comrade.
"I shall leave the rest of this to the dragons." I say through clenched teeth. "This fight isn't over, necromancer. Were the continuation of my race not so important I would slay you here and now."
Because she is unconcious, Kankahattaret's Hold Portal is no longer in effect and I am able to teleport her away.
((I have to go to bed, let's just assume that Ixyan reforms his undead army and starts razing your base to fulfill the plan for this fight. If you want to play more, it will have to wait until tomorrow.))
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Post by Steve Fox on Oct 26, 2004 2:06:57 GMT -5
Steve laughs, "Ha ha, sorry about that... I can still pay you for your time if you want. I mean, I was the one who misrepresented myself. It's not that I don't think your da'mn hot, I just sort of thought of you as a friend. Thought it would be weird sleeping with you when I think of you as a friend."
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Post by Kankahattaret on Oct 26, 2004 2:09:16 GMT -5
((Good night, sorry I was a pregnant dog, but as Minister of Science shouldn't you be involved more with Red Infinity? I mean your department, is the one who would be trying to stop Zwei.))
When I open my eyes I see that I am no longer at the battle, but being taken away by Kelthassil.
I hold tightly to him for warmth and close my eyes again.
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Post by Omadon on Oct 26, 2004 2:10:12 GMT -5
((They never ask me to do anything. And I play alot of stuff, I sometimes get behind on certain characters.))
Omadon lays back against the shattered remains of the frozen throne. He feels... weak... "Morrighan..." he says, without seeing her, "Get... get out... now..." Omadon's hand falls away from his chest, revealing the shimmering white hole where his heart should have been.
In a sweeping of light, Omadon's body disolves away like dust, vanishing in a wash of positive energy...
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Post by Kelthassil on Oct 26, 2004 2:11:04 GMT -5
I smile faintly and return her to her room, making sure to draw her covers around her to help keep her warm and lighting a small fire in the fireplace (which I'll assume you have because we leShay are so kickassedly old fashioned ;D). I turn off the lights and shut the door behind me as softly as possible.
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Cynthia
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Post by Cynthia on Oct 26, 2004 2:11:41 GMT -5
"As a matter of principle, I would feel uncomfortable taking money from you. No, I insist, this is just a friendly conversation." Inside, Cynthia is kicking herself.
"But a tip would be nice..."
((I'm going to sleep, school in the morning. Goodnight))
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Post by Steve Fox on Oct 26, 2004 2:18:33 GMT -5
((Night then Cynthia.))
Steve chuckles, "I got ya." He reaches into his pocket and takes a few bills without looking at their value. "Like I said, money is kinda meaningless to me, I've had it all my life, I don't see it's value anymore." He takes Cynthia's hand and puts the money in it, closing her fingers around it, still not having looked at the value of the bills.
"Listen... be careful out there Cynthia. I'm sure you can take care of yourself and all but still, be careful. And if you ever need a world class boxer to reeducate someone in how to behave in an acceptable manner..." He pats her hand and smiles, "Just give me a call."
Steve slowly let's go of Cynthia's hand and sighs, laying back on the bed so he's laying which his head near the pillows, Cynthia still sitting on oneside. No much room left on the small bed, it really is more of a single than a double. "I'm glad I talked to you Cynthia. It's cool having a friend."
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Post by Jareth on Oct 26, 2004 2:19:10 GMT -5
Morrighan begins to shake uncontrollably. She stares at where her love lay only moments before. She begins to change. The black aura emrges like ink in water around her. Her eyes glow fiercly and she clenches and unclenches her fists. She can not cry. What she would give to be able to weep for her lover. But instead malice bubbles up from inside of her.
A black light pulses around her very skin as she begins to look more wolflike. Her ears change and move as well as some features. She howls eerily as she mourns her love.
Kaschei you shall pay for this you bastard! As will all of you. I will not let the death of my love go unavenged. You are all warned.
She stands and moves back. The pain which gripped her before now has turned into a sort of power. It throbs inside of her as if it feels the same as she. She clutches her midsection as she looks once more at the spot.
~My love i have known such happiness with you. I wish i could have saved you. You were my dark lord...my world. I will make sure you are avenged.~
With that she teleports away. She did not go far. She decided to teleport to the old house Omadon had lived in as a child. The one Katya and Dmitri had restored and now live in. She teleported to romania. She stands on a cliff outside of where the house stands. She drops down and cradles her knees to her chest.
~Magnus...I love you...~
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda (Mischa) on Oct 26, 2004 3:31:19 GMT -5
I dress up in some old military getup that I had buried in my closet. It's a cold night, and I want to be warm, and inconspicuous. I look in the mirror, and I look pretty good if I do say so myself... I straighten my collar, and smooth out the wrinkles. I quietly open my door, and creep outside. I let out a comfortable sigh as soon as my face touches the cold autumn air.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Oct 26, 2004 3:34:18 GMT -5
"I am going to check on Mischa." Bassarov says to Zero. He senses for Mischa's energy and teleports to him.
"So how did things go in Beijing?"
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda (Mischa) on Oct 26, 2004 3:42:04 GMT -5
I jump.
"AH! Hello, Valodya, oh things... Yeah, well, she turned me down obviously... I can't really blame her though, that would really put her in a bad position within the party."
I run my hand through my hair.
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