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Post by Peter "The Owl" on Jan 27, 2004 2:59:33 GMT -5
Peter's scans lock onto the Dragon's form. He's changed using magic, not genetics. That means his body is really human for now.
Humans: Sever spinal colume, shatter skull, destory heart. Death is instant.
Peter's right hand drifts into his coat, hovering over his .50. Standard ammo will work on the human form but if he reverts...
The Owl's face is stone, "I never put as much stock in the book as I do in my own faith. Leave us alone Dragon."
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Post by Aristarchus on Jan 27, 2004 3:05:46 GMT -5
-Aristarchus reads his mind. So he thinks I am weak in this form. He smiles at Peter.
-"I will leave...but I fear...I fear I shall return to my old ways. Only someone as pure and good as Chastity can help me. I need her to be my strength. My soul sees only darkness. I want to have faith. I...I want to be....like her. Pure...good...kind....."
-I turn away from them.
- I send a mental message to Chastity "The world scorns me, but you have given me hope....I will try to be as faithful as you....but I am afraid of that darkness in my soul. I am a lost sheep. Help me find the shephard."
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Post by Peter "The Owl" on Jan 27, 2004 3:08:16 GMT -5
((I have a mind shield, you can't read my thoughts.))
Peter draws his .50 calibur.
"I could send you to Bahamet, Dragon. Or perhaps you would return to Timat's relems. Either way, your path is of your own making."
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Post by Chastity on Jan 27, 2004 3:09:19 GMT -5
His message hits my mind with incredible potency. How can they learn and change unless they are taught? My hand reaches for the beads. How can Peter not understand? He wants to change. If I can but reach one soul for the kingdom, my life on earth is worth its time.
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Post by Aristarchus on Jan 27, 2004 3:14:16 GMT -5
-"I have a purpose on this Earth, Peter. Maybe I shall be a great missionary. I can not leave until I have done my job. So please put away your little gun. I have done nothing to harm you or Chastity."
-I smirk
-"I could never harm her. It would shatter my soul."
-I turn to Chastity.
-"Would you like to see me as I truly am? It may be frightening, but I feel I can trust you. You would not be afraid if I transformed would you? I will not if you would be. I never want to harm or frighten you."
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Post by Peter "The Owl" on Jan 27, 2004 3:17:31 GMT -5
Peter hulsters his weapon, remaining silent.
Perhaps the Dragon is not evil. But Peter does not trust it. Dragons are one of the most dangerous creatures to have ever roamed the earth.
They are not to be trusted and never turn your back on them.
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Post by Chastity on Jan 27, 2004 3:23:57 GMT -5
I don't quite know what to say or do. Peter has put away his gun, and Aries wants to show me his true form. Although I do want to give the dragon the benefit of the doubt, something about coming face to face with a dragon does frighten me.
"I... I don't think I would like to see your true form just yet. I am sorry."
I turn to Peter. "I am sorry that I left you alone. I didn't mean to be a burden. I just wanted some fresh air. I know that Aries isn't someone that you would normally trust, but I thank you for not killing him. Everyone deserves a chance."
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Post by Aristarchus on Jan 27, 2004 3:28:20 GMT -5
-"Yes, Peter...thankyou for not killing me. I owe so much to you and your kindness."
-I wink at Chastity.
-"When you are ready, I would like to change into my true form. You could even ride on my back if you wanted. I could bring you closer to God."
-I walk into the darkness.
-"Thank you for your kindness. I hope we meet again soon."
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Post by Chastity on Jan 27, 2004 3:43:06 GMT -5
He is gone. My spirit has felt very on edge, and now feels calm once again. I turn to Peter, who looks a little upset. I can't really blame him. It is hard to trust a dragon, afterall. I silently thank God that there was not fight and that no one was hurt.
It is cold out. I shiver.
This walk was more eventful than I had planned. Peter and I do not speak to eachother, instead we simply turn and start to walk back towards the hotel. The air is thin and crisp, and the stars still blink overhead, declaring the workmanship of a creative God.
We silently enter the building, and silently ride the elevator to our floor. We silently enter the room. I see broken glass on the floor, the window is shattered and lets in the cold night air. Peter silently retreats to the chair by the window, and silently sits.
I feel slightly awkward. I feel as though I cannot share a hotel room with a man. I sit on the floor across from the bed and draw my knees up to my chest. The lights are out, the hotel room is dark. I can see Peter's form darkened against the starlit night sky outside of the broken window. I reach into my bag and draw out the familiar black book. It is too dark to read, but I run my fingers along the worn pages that I know so well. My thoughts retrace the length of my day. It has been so full.
I think of the dragon Aries. Can he really change? He still makes me shiver, but I cannot give up hope. I say a prayer for him, that he will come to know the God that created and loves him. I look again to Peter. I pray for him too. I pray for the poor. I pray for those that I left in Paris. I pray for someone to rise up in Moscow, to do the Lord's work. I pray for the government, that they will see their error and acknowledge God. I pray for myeslf, that I would be given strength. I pray.
I open my eyes. Peter still sits by the window. He seems to have not moved. But the window lets in the dusty yellow rays of dawn now. I must have fallen asleep. I clutch an old worn book in my hands. It is so familiar. It brings me ease in these times that are so strange. I run my fingers along the pages again.
So much is unfamiliar now.
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Post by Aristarchus on Jan 27, 2004 3:50:12 GMT -5
-That was amusing.
-I roam the streets looking for things to kill.
-I kill the homeless, the prostitutes, the stray dogs, the druggies, and any other pathetic soul who is lingering in the streets.
-I enjoy it. I enjoy every last moment of my violent escapde.
-I see an innocent woman walking home from work. I pull her into a corner, rape her, and eat her.
-Her meat was as unsatisfying as the sex.
-I need a challege. I want to kill something worthwhile. To defile something beautiful and good, and eat it afterwards.
-I laugh.
-I will have her. I will have her as an insult to religion.
-I return to the League, and go to sleep with a smirk.
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Post by Trent on Jan 27, 2004 8:04:57 GMT -5
" 'Ere's an idea, why don't ye jest go f**k yerself?" The Irish acsent he'd given up when he joined the force was coming in thick as his blood started to boil.
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Post by Calithin on Jan 27, 2004 9:35:53 GMT -5
*I land in the middle of Chi-Kage. And start to walk, I learned from a few passing angels that Otavious was in Flask's part of the city. I start twords it. I walk into what apeared to be a small buissness building in the midst of what looked like the slums of the city. I walk in and tell the receptionist I was looking for Otavious she pointed me twords a door at the end of the hall way I thank her, and make my way to the door. I step inside and see Otavious standing looking over the city.*
" What do you want Calithin, I'm busy at the moment."
" How did you know it was me, Otavious?"
" Ha ha, I could sence you before you even came into the city. Now what do you want."
" I've recently gotten a request from one of your followers here on Earth. She wishes to know with the utmost respect why you let you people suffer."
" You know as well as I do that we are not aloud to interfear with the lives of mortals. I do watch them and help them when and if I can, but I have more important matters to look after. You know that."
" Of course I understand. Thankyou."* I teleport out of the building and make my way out of the city.*
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Post by Riku on Jan 27, 2004 11:19:29 GMT -5
i glanced at bassarov as they left, my orders were to stay in switzerland with bassarov, but since he isnt here im not sure if i should stay. oh well i agreed to help with the builing,. i looked at surma she is upstairs doing the interior designs, it might take awhile. since there are going to be fifty rooms. i summon a few more couches. the living room was almost full but there was a little more room. i looked around to make sure everyone coul have a seat then sat down, thanks usha, perhaps one day you'll understand, but im not the one to explain it because i dont even know. i looked around, i couldnt see suzumi, i wonder where she was
John~
i walked into the villa, the guy following, i glanced around. so everyone is back?. well almost i see bassarov left. i'll be on the roof if anyone needs me . i turn around and walk back outside, i climb up onto the roof and look towards lucern, im starting to think that the rebels dont want to fight red infinity, i wouldnt want a war,. but a few battles wouldnt be bad
linsat~
i look at violet, she seemed bored. i sighed and waited for gregory.
Caine~
i looked around, we waited a few days, but zeek finally convinced me that we should see mrs. rose. i dont have anything to say, i tried talking to her, but she wouldnt listen., that assho'le better have gave her the egg] i look at her and smile. can i ask you something?. what did you do to get it?. she glanced back at me. nothing, he just said i owe him, probably will take awhile for him to think of something that he needs me to do, he can do alot on his own i nod and glance around
Mark~
i look at him. all information on red infinity is classified, but if we could come to an arrangement then perhaps i could answer your questions. you can do something for me then i'll answer your questions deal?
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Post by Peter "The Owl" on Jan 27, 2004 12:00:40 GMT -5
Peter stands from his chair and walks towwards Chastity. His movements are fluid and quick. It seems he has recovered fully from his wounds and weariness.
"Good morning. We need to be on the move, that Dragon can probably follow us as is but I don't want to make it any easier than it has to be for him to find us."
Peter ajusts his coat and draws a silver ring on a cord from his pocket.
"Here, wear this against your skin. It will help to hide you from tracking magiks. We can get moving and get some food shortly. I'm sure that you could use a meal. And before you protest about those without, please remember that your no good to them if your dead or starving yourself."
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Post by Chastity on Jan 27, 2004 12:10:58 GMT -5
I put my the small worn book back into my bag and take the ring from Peter. I place it on my finger. It doesn't feel odd, just like any other ring. I stand up, wearilly. I don't understand why we have to try to hide from Aries. He doesn't seem like much of a threat, but Peter seems intent upon leaving, so I might as well go with him. We only had the room for the night anyways, and the maids will be coming soon to clean it.
Eating... I guess I don't really ever think about it. My body is slight, to say the least. I have passed the point of feeling hunger, and when I do, I count it joy to carry that suffering. It helps me to feel what others feel. It opens my eyes to the suffering of those around me. Peter does have a point, though. I cannot be of service to those that do not have, if I myself am unable to function. I will go with him. I will eat.
I stand and follow him to the door without speaking. I have much on my mind, but not much to say.
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