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| psy | July 26, 2011, 9:40 pm Post #76 |
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Greed Greed could have almost licked his lips at the response from Gluttony. There was a dark past in that man's eyes, a very dark past that brought out the worst in him. All that hatred and despair was there inside him and Greed had found the way to it so quickly. It was delectable. The nicest gift he could have received today, like Christmas had come early. Gluttony returned to his seat and Greed caught himself grinning happily at his success. This was some prime information he would have to continue to pick at, albeit more subtly and with enough caution to continue walking the line between tenuous ally and despised enemy. Greed wasn't here to make friends, but at the same time he wasn't here to make enemies. “Maybe I don't. In that case I look forward to getting to know you better, Gluttony.” he concluded with a smile as he drew forth his smartphone and set it immediately in front of him at the table. There would certainly be interesting things spoken of at this meeting. Envy and Sloth entered the room soon after they had all settled into their respective spots. Envy looked, well, young and insecure. She was almost cliche in that sense. No one was more envious than a teenage girl, as stereotypes would dictate. Grace Roberts, the insanely envious daughter who was brought into a large family by remarriage, attacked and killed her older sibling and was confined in an insane asylum. Certainly she had one of the darker pasts among those gathered. Sadly Greed had not had much time to look into her more than that. But he fully intended to do so. Sloth entered the room immediately after Envy which, because of her name, remained unbelievably funny for the devious Greed. Since he, Pride, Wrath and Sloth were the original recruits he felt naturally more friendly towards them and so as Sloth entered the room she was met with a genuine smile from him. The haphazardness they shared also contributed to his positive opinion of her. On the other hand if they were ever paired for a mission he would likely end up doing most of the work which is something he wished to avoid at all costs. With everyone gathered the meeting could commence, and that is what Greed was really interested in. What was it that had the spirits so afraid? Or rather, what had them pounding at Pride's head like an angry neighbour knocking madly at your door. He turned his attention back to the main-stage, Pride's chair lifted up by a set of stairs in an almost pitiful display of the boy's ego. Pride began to preach as he was often want to do, descending the stairs like some all-powerful god speaking to his disciples. But that was, of course, the exact opposite of what Pride was. Pride stopped suddenly in his descent and a louder, older and more far more frightening voice echoed through the chamber. Greed was grinning ear to ear. The god had fell from his throne upon high in an instant and now the true gods had shown themselves. As much as Greed liked Pride, the boy who was like the easily picked on younger brother he never had, he had wanted to hear these spirits since accepting the contract and now they had presented themselves. The voices changed between the elder male's and the pleasant female's. It was clear that the spirits wanted them to both be scared and comfortable in this situation. They wanted their assigned job done and done well but they also wanted to squash any possible rebellions before they even formed. The dog was barking but Greed wondered if it would bite too if he pushed his luck. The situation was sounding dire enough that they needed the brotherhood as a secure unit, but what would happen if that security was compromised? The voices mentioned some interesting things as he had wished they would: Sinanimi, Cruelty, Locum Umbris, Agents of Darkness and Scarecrow. During their drawn out speech he entered the words into his phone which dictated what his search function prioritized. There was a lot that had to be discovered about these terms, these enemies and the thought of not knowing anything about them nagged at his mind. The pain returned as it always did and he was met with a splitting headache. It was going to be a long day of pain and suffering for him but his desire for information on this enemy counteracted that pain, at least for now. “Wrath, you’ll be in Team 2 with Greed.” Pride said and Greed's gaze immediately shifted to his side where his terrifying brother sat. Greed was smiling again because of all the combinations Pride could have gone with he chose the person who most liked to irritate others, with the person who most hated being irritated. Pride was right, this was a dangerous combination, both for the team and those that came up against it. Pride left the chamber appearing more irritated than he had before. Greed could only think he was angry at the spirits for interrupting his speech and showing just how much of a puppet he was. Sparing no time, Greed pushed himself and his chair away from the table and stood up before his siblings. He slipped his phone back into his pocket and stretched his arms high into the air. “Ahhhh, much better,” he said feeling quite satisfied with his stretch, “Well Wrath, oh favourite brother of mine, we should pack and head for England then. I'll wave some fast cash in the face of the European undergrounds and authorities and see if I can't locate a few targets right away.” Greed turned to follow Pride's path out the door but stopped suddenly. He tilted his head back and smiled at his gathered siblings. “If you need help finding someone be sure to drop your generous brother a line, okay? We're all in this together, but I might still mess with you a little bit anyway.” he said followed by a brazen wink to all those still gathered. Then, finally, he walked out of the chamber, stopping once more just outside the double doors. “We'll meet at your car in a little bit, Wrath. I'm pretty worn out from flying to France and back and dealing with the tigress we found there.” he remarked, having gone so long without taking a crack at someone. Before anything else could be said the doors were shut behind him and he was well on his way to his room in The Void. Edited by psy, August 11, 2011, 2:32 am.
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| ravenroses | July 27, 2011, 4:05 am Post #77 |
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The others entered the meeting room one at a time after he had taken his seat. Lust was the first. He didn’t have to look to the door to know it was her. Her presence called to him. Wrath glanced over at his new sister. He didn’t say anything to greet her. He looked her up and down as she walked by. He approved but only because her sin called to him. His tastes included something different from her appearance but she wasn’t hard on the eyes at all. Greed walked in afterward. Wrath said nothing to his brother. He never had anything to say to him. It wasn’t out of fear entirely but Wrath didn’t like that Greed always seemed to have something to say back. His other sisters, Sloth and Envy, entered almost without him noticing. Sloth was quiet like that and Envy was a young girl. He only saw her when she took a seat next to him. Wrath put his elbows on the arms of the chair and let his hands rest against his thighs. He stared at a spot in front of him on the table. It was a concentration technique he was slowly teaching himself so he didn’t throw tantrums. As much as he loved a good fight and breaking things, the Void was the last place he liked doing it. He was feeling quiet inside. He didn’t like the peace all that much but it was better than any alternatives. Pride began his little speech. His brother was embellishing his speech again. It was a typical one that Wrath barely paid attention to but only for a brief period. Then a new air entered the room and Pride no longer sounded like a young boy. That drew his attention, all of it. He turned to look at the kid. The two voices had a lot to tell them. It all seemed important but Wrath didn’t really care about any of that fate of the world crap, their own or otherwise. No, he was getting excited for a fight. A real mission that wasn’t a locate and retrieve. He hoped there’d be blood on this one, lots of it. He sneered at the thought. When Pride was once more himself, he didn’t hesitate in the slightest. Next thing he knew, he heard his own name called. It was soon coupled with Greed’s. “Oh goodie,” he said sarcastically, looking over at his know-it-all brother. He was on a mission with the one who would get to him the most and not in a good way. England, however, would be a change of pace for him. He pushed himself up and listened as Greed spoke to him and the others. He would have preferred not to listen but his brother would have something planned already and it was better to go along with that. Wrath usually went in blind to things and took them as they came. “Fine, whatever,” he said in reply. He thought the other had finally left and he stepped away from the table. Then Greed stuck his head back in to address him again. Wrath’s shoulders tensed up and it was visible to anyone watching him. The anger was rising a little already. At this rate, he wouldn’t last the mission without killing himself or his brother. “Uh huh,” was all Wrath had to say after Greed stopped talking. Driving he could deal with. It would act as a distraction, especially if Greed slept through the ride to the airport or even the plane ride. When the door closed, he relaxed slightly. Unless that door opened again, he was going to try to calm himself on the walk back to his room. He moved away from the table and headed for the doors leading to the hall. |
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| Juicesir | July 27, 2011, 10:21 am Post #78 |
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Emptiness. He had been depressed before. He had known what hitting rock bottom was like. What this was now, this surreal conjuration of magic and spirits and whatever the hell else was going on in front of his eyes wasn't that. Emptiness. He knew he should feel something. Annoyance at the boy strutting before them all with orders and grand designs. Surprise at the bursting forth of spiritual divinities now commanding them from on high. Confusion at who they were exactly to be facing. Desire for the woman, the pure embodiment of lust that he was now to accompany. But all he felt was emptiness. Not emptiness in the way that something had been torn out. Emptiness in the way that nothing had been there to begin with. He knew what he was supposed to feel, knew the reactions he was supposed to exhibit, but for some reason they did not come. There was nothing behind any of it. He just sat there throughout the entire transaction of events with the most normal expression he had probably ever exhibited in his life. And for a situation in which they were in, it was very inappropriate. He should at least have been able to feel something. His eyes drifted towards his new partner, the same cold dead look of nothingness clinging to the black of his eyes. He imagined how easy it could be for the two of them to fuck. She had the body of a goddess. Men would kill for even five minutes with her alone. He knew this because Ben knew this. But he wasn't Ben. He wasn't anything. He turned his gaze downwards. His hands rested upon his knees. Ever since that night he hadn't quite looked the same. It was as if his skin was pulled taught along his frame, like butter over too much bread. There was a strangely sickly look that laid just below the surface. But perhaps only he could see it. There was one feeling, caught somewhere past the fear, buried in the nestles of something that was no longer. A fungal growth in the dried well of the past. It stirred around, never quite ceasing, but never growing to a sharpness. It was merely a dull chewing that ceaselessly gnawed at the void that now filled the shell of flesh. With the announcements done he stood and walked over towards where the woman Lust was at. He pulled out a smoke along the way, and after licking the ends, he put it to his mouth, reaching within the depths of his pants for a light. "So," he said, nicotine at the ready, "guess we're partners." Edited by Juicesir, July 27, 2011, 10:21 am.
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| Jei Ai | August 1, 2011, 11:54 am Post #79 |
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Being commanded about like a show pony had never settled well with Tiffanie Marquisa. Fiercely independent, with the fire in her soul burning brightly in her eyes, she had never allowed herself to be controlled by others like she had been forced to early in life. She was only ever submissive on a temporary basis after the price had been paid, and even then it remained her will to submit to another. Now immortal, with amplified emotions, strength and what would surely prove to be a cursed fire burning within her heart, Lust disliked the commands more than ever. As Pride descended his throne and left the room, the femme fatale followed his movement with a spiteful gaze. Not only was it demeaning enough that an unpaying stranger was bossing her about, but that stranger was a snotty, bratty, spoiled little child. Her only reprieve was seeing a stony frustration across the pre-pubescent’s features. “So, guess we’re partners,” without raising her chin, Lust’s eyes were drawn to the man she’d hungered for when she entered the room. He was clean, tall, with a certain air of refinement she often detected in some of her wealthiest clients. His black eyes were hungry, but not entirely in the sensual way Lust was accustomed to, though she assumed some deep, dark desires would surely be swimming beneath the surface, as with any straight man. Nevertheless, this refined and hungry stranger was undoubtedly the sinful embodiment of Gluttony. He had a dampened cigarette hanging from his bottom lip, and a hand digging around in his pants pocket looking for a light. Breathing in deeply, Lust finished the last of her own poisonous stick, the embers glowing brightly before extinguishing completely. Removing the cigarette holder from between her lips, she stood slowly, taking in the man that was to be her ‘partner’ in this new and insane life. Inside, the monster was screaming. Roaring and writhing about within her, setting a fire in her bloodstream that pounded about her body, the creature that had tickled her insides as Tiffanie Marquisa had been given new power since Lust had been born. What had once been a steady gnawing had become a clawing rage that reared at the sight of the man before her. Not only was the creature desperate to steal la petite morte with the gorgeous Gluttony, but it was furious at him. Lust found herself fuming, already driven by her earlier rage at Pride, and was unable to repress the fires within her. She was angry that the hunger in his eyes was not sexual. She needed to be wanted, she needed the self satisfaction brought only by the knowledge that others wanted her all to themselves, even if she never intended to give herself to them. With great effort, Lust pulled back the malice and smirked. If she was required to work with this man, she might as well gain from her work. She would have what she desired. Unable to stop herself, Lust looked up at Gluttony through her long eyelashes. The smirk had masked itself as a coy smile, and she spoke in her soft, sultry whisper of a voice. “Aoi, I suppose we are, Monsieur.” Lust shifted forward, lifting her chin to stare into the man’s dark eyes directly and level her gaze with his. Reeling back heavily on the reigns that barely controlled the hungry creature inside her, she moved closer until their noses were mere inches apart, and the toes of her heels were nudging his own shoes. Reaching out with an elegant hand, she slid into Gluttony’s pocket and coiled about his wrist, rubbing his skin gently up and down, and brushing her polished fingers firmly against his groin through the material. “Permettez moi,” she toyed, the smirk playing in her eyes as it threatened to take hold again. Leaning forward, she delicately wrapped the dampened cigarette in Gluttony’s mouth with her luscious lips. Blowing out slightly and fluttering one eye closed in a winking manner, she ignited the cigarette using her newly found powers as the fire in her veins surged. Pulling back slowly revealed the embers, and smoke leaked over her lips momentarily which she directed in Gluttony’s face. Snickering silently, Lust pulled back her hand and retreated to a more sensible distance. At the head of the room, Greed was playing centre of attention like a child, offering a helping hand to his colourful siblings at a simple price: one does of dignity. It was unlikely the hungry pair would require any help with the art of persuasion; Lust was the now immortal Queen of the Burlesque Underworld after all, and given earlier conversation she understood Gluttony wasn't without gang connections in America either. Bringing up her cigarette holder and retrieving another nicotine roll from between her breasts, Lust ignited her own death-stick and turned for the exit, able only to imagine Gluttony's eyes following the sway of her hips beneath the dangerously short sarong. Satisfied, despite her 'brother' Greed's tactless comment as he left the room ahead of her, Lust smirked. |
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| Scarecrow | August 6, 2011, 7:22 am Post #80 |
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Humans, they ask the most impertinent questions, thought Scarecrow as he watched his new Lieutenant stand her ground. She seemed scared but determined, and he grinned when he saw the steely determination in her eyes. "Questions, huh? You humans are full of them. You lack the... clarity to see things for what they truly are. I could change that though." Seeing a look of incomprehension on her face Scarecrow decided to explain quickly, time was of the essence here after all. "It would be a painless transformation, it would increase your strength, speed and a host of other abilities. The way I see it if you're going to be fighting Demons and Virtues then we should make you more... demonic. It would allow you to see things more clearly and anticipate some things before they happen. It will give you an edge in battle." He paused, and observed Nevedita's reactions. Her very body language was in tense anticipation, and her eyes were screaming for her to accept. Yet she remained silent, apparently considering the proposal in its entirety. When she spoke it wasn't to accept the offer it was to reiterate her question; "So killing a demon counts as murder?" Scarecrow sighed, and then began to explain that the act demons killing other demons doesn't have a name, its just the way it is. He then, with maximum sarcasm, outlined that because his plan meant that Cruelty would be killed on Earth itself, then it would fall under the jurisdiction of the sovereign body in charge. "It could be called an assassination if you'd prefer, after all we will be killing something that resembles a political leader." He paused, directly bringing the conversation back to his transformation offer. "However, if, like me, you choose to be transformed into something demonic, then I suppose you could call it High Treason. Regardless of what you want to label it, the end result must be the same. Cruelty must die, and I must succeed him, or else demon-kind will be eradicated by the Virtues and the Earth will never be ours. So do you accept or not? If you do I'll transform you and in 5 minutes we can be off. If not... then well in 5 minutes I'll be off." Edited by Scarecrow, August 6, 2011, 7:25 am.
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| akaiyu485 | August 10, 2011, 8:13 am Post #81 |
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“…or else demon-kind will be eradiated by the Virtues…” So this is about self-preservation, thought Evie. That was more understandable, more explainable, and in a weird way, sort of endearing, like demons were vulnerable little humans who had been born as morally innocent creatures, who deserved a chance, which, as she reminded herself, they might’ve been once. But there was a reason they were now defined as ‘demons’. As Evie reasoned, she was as good as damned alongside the rest of hell’s demons and with the superhuman powers this demon seemed to be offering her, she would finally be getting something good out of this exchange. She looked back at the demon Scarecrow to accept the deal but hesitated. It was against her nature to make a deal that wasn’t a bargain of some sort, and this rabbit hole was beginning to give her vertigo. But nor did she want to exhibit any further weakness in front of this demon. “You’re going to demonize me? Fine, so long as there isn’t anything in your plan that requires a human. I mean, if you’re from hell and all, you can’t touch religious objects can you?” If not, She thought to herself, do I eat my sacrificial babies with BBQ or Apple sauce? Edited by akaiyu485, August 10, 2011, 8:14 am.
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| psy | August 11, 2011, 12:50 am Post #82 |
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Alexander "Greed" Ward Greed had returned to his room, his room that was without any proper lighting by choice. He preferred the dark when he was in this state of mind. Here, where he was at his calmest yet his mind continued to do the mental acrobatics that would drive nearly anyone else batshit insane. Before this all started it had still been there, this insatiable thirst for knowledge, but much like a constant reminder of the spirits' demands it had been continually getting worse. The spirits must have known from the start that Alexander Ward left untethered was a loose cannon. That or it was a symptom of the power they'd granted him. Either way he knew it was getting worse. Even in this state of calm he felt that familiar pain in the back of his head. It was an unrelenting, constant reminder that he could never be at rest. As such Greed did not sleep much anymore, even less so than he had in the past. Sleep happened in cars, on planes, and when he simply could not keep his eyes open any longer. The room was dark so that he could focus his mind on only the screen. To see the rest of it was to wonder about everything inside it. Much like a child he was easily distracted and too many distractions would lead to slow progress. Would the pain grow exponentially if his work was unsatisfactory? He didn't know, and while his mind demanded he find out, his wellness demanded he continue as he had always done to keep himself sane. Now the hunt was on but those that had to be hunted were not yet known. Luckily, those who had to be hunted had yet to figure out why they were to be hunted, and who was going to hunt them. It was still early in the hunt and so the first prey would be easy. But Greed knew as more and more influential sinful people died word of mouth would warn future prey of their fate. That's why they had to kill as many as they could as fast as they could. He also understood that immediately after the initial wave of purging there would be an explosion of news. “The Sinanimi, the unintelligent ones anyway, will obviously take full advantage of their new abilities. The world will see a huge spike in crime very soon as more and more discover that they've turned into superhuman monsters. Then as the world moves into a state of panic the police forces will threaten their existence and force them to find ways to survive. But that could be months away depending on the severity and speed of development. The easiest way to kill them all at once would be to abuse my connections once they've regressed to simply surviving but there's no time for that and if we don't kill enough by that point they will begin to work together. Eventually throwing the world into a non-ideal chaos if they work together well enough.” Greed's thoughts spun round and round and formed a predictive mental monologue about how the world would change as the Sinanimi became known. The potential for chaos appealed to him but at the same time if the world was going to burn, he wasn't going to let it do so in such a boring way. Greed's fingers dashed across the laptop's well worn keyboard that sat in its normal spot in the center of his bed. He crouched before it in the same way that he always did, staring intently at the white flare of the screen. Behind him the light from the computer painted a darker still shadow of himself on the leftmost wall. And the entire time he could be seen grinning at the prospect of all the potentially interesting people he was about to murder. The click of the keys echoed throughout the chamber beyond his open door. Such a sound that was more often considered innocent was now a tool for assassination. Greed stopped all his normal searches and turned all his device's power towards England. Every news story, blog post, status update, etc that referenced anything that could be a Sinanimi sighting was now being fed directly to him. Profiles were being autonomously built on people who showed signs relating to the sins, criminals both known and unknown being the prime targets. By the time he and Wrath reached England, the stage would be set for murder. He shut his laptop, the crawlers he sent out still doing their dreadful task of course, and packed it away in its bag. Being gone for so long without the one thing that brought him to a state of calm so readily would undoubtedly be torturous. With a single bounding leap he landed himself near the door where his suitcase lay empty. Inside of it he packed all the necessities and a great many things that would hardly be considered essential. With that packed and his devices in hand he was ready for a European voyage. Greed left the room with all his things, and after about an hour had passed since leaving the company of his brothers and sisters. There was a distinctly happy hop to his step as he left The Void and made his way to Wrath's vehicle. All the while he sang, “God save our brutish world, Long live our tepid world, God save the world! Send me our murderers, Rapists and drug-dealers, Long to control us, God save the world! Oh lord God arise, Bring me our enemies, And murder them all! Confound their stale tricks, No need for politics, Kill them with stones and sticks, God save the world!” Edited by psy, August 11, 2011, 2:33 am.
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| Juicesir | August 11, 2011, 10:28 am Post #83 |
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Jesus Christ... So that was Lust. She was certainly true to her element, it seemed. Gluttony gulped, and spluttered a bit on the smoke he inhaled with said gulp. Doing his best not to make a fuss about it , he took the now lit cigarette out of his mouth and exhaled deeply, gazing through the gentle swirls of nicotine to see the woman sway away. There was a time when Gluttony would have done anything to have a woman on him like that. While he wasn't completely unmoved by the show Lust had put on, he was certainly less responsive than pretty much any other man who would have been in that situation. He simply stared for a few moments, allowing himself the pleasure of fixating on her moving curves, the pleasure of the nicotine slowly taking the edge off of what now seemed to be a constant urge of life. The woman had shaken but not stirred him. He was not aroused. But he was certainly thoughtful at the prospects of not being aroused. Gluttony vaguely wondered what was wrong with him as he then set step to follow Lust out of the room. Any other guy would have blown his load in that situation. I hardly flinched. Disconcerted by his unusual flaccidity, he caught up with Lust. "We should go to New York. I've got some old contacts there and it's a big city. There's sure to be something. We can drive." Gluttony had no intentions of being in an airplane, and a cross country journey would be more likely to turn up results, he felt. New York seemed like a logical spot to start in. Big, lots of people, easy to blend in and get lost. Or hide. They'd be rooting out evil, or some such shit. And if this was gonna be his life he at least wanted to start in familiar territory. Never the West Coast, though. That was done with. "Have you ever been to the states, or is this your first time?" He let the smoke fill his lungs, let the burning overtake his other senses. It wasn't as dulling or as fulfilling as he remembered, and he was struck with the sudden urge for a drink. Something hard. Something that burned this ache away. Maybe scotch. Probably scotch. Whiskey was good to burn most anything away. All Gluttony could think about now was how he had wished to have taken those wines from his cellar. His cellar... It wasn't even his. It seemed so far away now, buried with a person he could never really be again. His life had come crashing down in a torrent of madness and laughter, only to be replaced by this walking void of a man. Not even a man. What man didn't immediately jump at the chance to get with the physical embodiment of lust and love? There was something wrong with him, but he could think more on that in the car. |
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| ravenroses | August 12, 2011, 5:52 am Post #84 |
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The hallway was quiet, which pleased Wrath. He couldn't see either of his brothers who had left before him. He took a deep breath as he walked down the hall toward his room. He shut his eyes momentarily. He could make his way to his room even if her were blind. A few seconds he had his eyes shut didn't make him waver at all. He opened his eyes in time to see the door to his room. He placed one hand against the door and the other on the knob. Wrath was happy to see his room but also wasn't happy to see it. He hated being alone with his thoughts for too long. At least he had a task to keep his head occupied. He moved about his room finding things he would need for the trip overseas. The bag he had from his previous trip sat on the floor by his closet. It still held the items he had brought with him before. He bent down to pick it up. In the same motion, he began to unzip it to see what was inside and what should be added to its contents. A black T-shirt and a pair of dark blue jeans were tossed in, lying on top of everything else. Under that was a black jacket. He rarely wore the jacket since he could stay warm in the coldest of places. It was there for show and for extra padding in the bag. A cell phone charger was balled up at one end. At the other end was a roll of thick paper towels. Wrath learned a long time ago that if he didn't bring paper towels, he'd never be allowed on a plane covered in blood. Last but not least, a bat. It was made of metal and buried under the clothing. For once, it was clean. Wrath tossed the duffel bag onto the bed. He grabbed a few more shirts and pants and shoved them inside. He grabbed a pair of sneakers and a few pairs of socks too. He could always buy more clothes if he needed so he wasn't worried about under packing. He opened up a drawer on his dresser and found some extra cash. He put it in his pocket with the rest of it he had left. He finally got around to his closet. He opened it slowly, knowing exactly what he'd find behind the sliding door. His smile grew as his collection of bats came into view. Taking in the sight, he tilted his head to the side. He examined each one carefully, staring at each one for a moment. Wrath knew what each one felt like and what flaws, if any, they had. He also knew what they were made of and could tell someone exactly how each bat hurt a person using so much force and what part was hit. After taking in each one separately, he chose two. The first he took down was made of wood. It was heavy at the head. He liked the grip of that one. The other he chose was also made of wood. It was a bit lighter and about an inch shorter. He put both in the bag with the metal one underneath everything else. When he was happy with his selection, he slid the closet door shut. He looked over the room once. There was little in the room. He had broken a lot of the furniture that used to be in it. No one wanted him to have any more than what was necessary. Wrath shrugged once and picked up his duffel bag. He took his keys off the top of the dresser and slid them into his pocket. Without looking back, he left the room. The trip to his car was also quiet. It allowed him time to build up his expectations for dealing with his brother. Wrath found his car right where he had left it when he brought Envy in. He unlocked the driver's door and then pulled the lock on the back door. He opened that and tossed his bag onto the seat. He shut that door and then went around to the other side to open the passenger door. He didn't start the car yet but left his door open. He leaned against the car and stared out at the nothingness that surrounded him in the lot. Edited by ravenroses, August 17, 2011, 4:54 pm.
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| Scarecrow | August 15, 2011, 4:29 am Post #85 |
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“You’re going to demonize me? Fine, so long as there isn’t anything in your plan that requires a human. I mean, if you’re from hell and all, you can’t touch religious objects can you?” Scarecrow laughed at her presumption. "Religious objects? Please. Almost everything you know about demons has been fantasized by authors in works of fiction." Before she could react he moved forward and placed his hand on her forehead. Nevedita gasped and Scarecrow knew what she would be seeing in her minds eye. She would be seeing images of Belinda, the victim of Scarecrow's last mission. She would see Scarecrow, dressed as a priest, handling Communion, anointing himself with Holy water, INSIDE a Cathedral. She saw him talking with Belinda, placing the incendiary device on her, and lastly Belinda burning alive at the lectern. Removing his hand Scarecrow allowed Nevedita to catch her breath. "Now, you can see that it takes more to kill or injure us than some Holy water, a cross and some sacred words." His eyes flashed crimson as he added "Now if you don't mind. I WILL demonize you and we will be off. Please don't think that I'd hesitate to kill you, I'm sure you know what I'm capable of by now. I've been nice, I've been polite and answered your questions in as much detail as possible. But quite frankly you're starting to irk me and we really need to be off." |
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| Drephy | August 15, 2011, 8:32 am Post #86 |
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Envy heard the demand for the sins to report in a young boy's voice, though it was not physical. "What, who is this fawn to tell me when I should attend?" and with that she continued to tidy up the room she'd been given. "Hmm, much more fitting than that joke of a dorm those at the asylum had given me, and no roommate to make it unfashionable." She continued to ignore the callings as she looked up and down the room, musing at what decor she would give it. However, due to her lack of supplies, these decision were all fantasy. Perhaps she could find something within 'The Void' as they called it. She giggled at the oxymoron but didn't change her thoughts. The message echoed again in her mind and given she could no longer modify the room, Envy departed. "Where am I supposed to go? How am I supposed to find this 'Room of Assignment'?" she mumbled to herself after passing multiple doors. In an effort to sustain her dominance, or at least presumed dominance, She explored every room she passed, ensuring that hers was superior. Unmade beds, garbage scatter on the floors, murky lavatories. All of these made Envy smirk after she left, her living quarters were the most attractive of what she's seen and this was undebatable. Room after room, she mocked the request for her participation. "You'd think with such an important room, they'd at least have a sign outside of it." "If this meeting was so important, why wouldn't he give directions?" "Let's hope whoever keeps up with the Room of Assignment has better hygiene than whoever owns this room." Envy smiled. Her wit was infallible but there was nobody around to laugh with her. She would have to remember the joke later. Upon reaching the staircase, She was reluctant to begin her ascent, glancing around for other rooms to invade, and to demean their owners. She sighed after her search, because there were none and the only option was up. Upon reaching the top of the staircase, Envy noticed a large set of double doors and knew this must be the room. Sighing heavily again, she brushed her hair out of her face and proceed to heave the doors open. "Wow, everybody's already here." She quickly scanned the positioning of her siblings, but everyone except Wrath seemed like an unknown character, a body without a sin. So she took her seat next to him, and was gleaming just knowing she had a greater connection with a fellow member. She glanced towards him, hoping for her happiness to be duplicated but he didn't really seem to be of any emotion, definitely not one which the sin "Wrath" would make someone presume. And that's when she saw her. Seated next to the corner was the epitome of beauty, Lust. Envy glared at her, envisioning making the incident with her sister reoccur. She chuckled a bit at the thought, but the dreadful feelings crept back to her. "How...Why can't I...that gorgeous..." She whispered to herself while brushing her hair out of her eyes again and staring down at the table. She hoped for a reflection as to reassure her of her visual prowess, but there was none. Just cold, black nothingness. So she cupped her face into her hands, again attempting reassurance, but the only thought she could envision was stopping Lust's breath; destroying her beauty. Just to watch her writhe and gasp for air made Envy smile again with delight. Only then did she lift her head back up to inspect the rest of the 'family' and begin to question why they were all called here. Sitting right next to the lady of beauty, was a Gluttony. Though Envy wasn't sure of this, she could see the emptiness in his eyes; she could see how he hungered. On the other side of Wrath another man sat, but she payed no attention to him. He wasn't desirable, nor did he have any heirlooms which caught her eye. Now she turned her full attention to the one sitting a bit higher up, as to establish dominance. The boy was nearly passed toddler age, maybe 10 or 11. His portrait seemed to fit that of the voice; however Envy couldn't help question what type of leader he would make given the distinct size difference between him and the other members. Even with her doubts, she continued to gaze towards him, awaiting his reasoning to call them all here. As Pride began his speech, her physical attention remained on her, but mentally she was questing the truth of his words."'Finally we are united under one roof as a Family for the first time' How could she be family with people she's never met, why would she have murderous thoughts about another family member? '...What plagues our world.' What would be considered plaguing the world? Couldn't we be considered a plague?" Envy's musings stopped whenever the boy's voice changed, from such of a high pitch to one much deeper. Listening much closer, her questions continued to stream in though she was never given an opportunity to think, as the mission continued to be explained and warning continued to be given. "Groups? I wonder who I'll be with, hmm." Envy began to wonder after Pride's vocal renovations ceased. She glanced towards her left, subconsciously rejecting her 'siblings' in an effort to find her ideal companion for these travails. The woman closest to the door Envy had never seen before, but she didn't mind her. The woman kept to herself, looked to be either exhausted or on some intoxication, was uglier than Envy and didn't seem to care. It seemed viable. Next in this line up sat Lust. Oh had Envy dreaded seeing her French face; how she wanted to make her 5 vertebrae into her 6th; how she hoped Lust would swallow her cigarette holder and stop breathing; how she wanted to gouge her pretty face, to make her the most attractive of the 3 ladies within the void. A definite rejection. Sitting next to Lust was Gluttony, whose empty eyes still make Envy's soul shiver. "How could we have proper communications if I couldn't look my partner in the eyes?" Another rejection. Next to Gluttony was a man whose sin she couldn't recognize from physical features alone. She noticed his eyes were never darting from place to place, but instead he would turn to one area, stare for a small amount of time, then change. Whenever he did cast a glimpse at her, it didn't feel as if he was looking at her, but rather through here, like he was searching for something notable. Possibly for blackmail. Would they be adequate partners? It was entirely possible, though unlikely. Then, next to her, sat Wrath. For a man with name of a particularly daunting sin, he looked rather calm, like the eye of the storm. Envy just couldn't imagine anything except the serenity he had shown in their past events together, and she refused to accept he was the embodiment of Wrath, Greed was a better explanation of his previous actions. All in all, he was the one she wanted to rid this pestilence with, the others just didn't seem adequate. Pride announced the first team "Lust and Gluttony..." "Good, the two of those scars can rot together." She thought, anxious to hear how the next team would be arranged. "Wrath, you'll be in team 2 with Greed" "Dammit" Envy stared down towards the table, bit her lip, and swiped her hair away from her eyes. Her fingers rolled across a butter knife she had held onto. "If they weren't family, Greed would be dead already...fucking dead." Her rationale would of made anyone else laugh, or at least chuckle in shock; however, she was too caught up in her malice to realize the absurd hypocrisy that thought contained. "“And Finally, Envy and Sloth; You'll be Team Three with me." "Wait, Pride's coming along too?" Envy giggled quietly at the idea of a tyke helping kill people with superhuman agility and strength. Even after the teams were assigned, She didn't budge. Hell, she didn't know who Sloth even was, was it the woman that Envy didn't notice enter? Was it the man sitting next to Wrath? And why was Pride joining her? Couldn't he of latched onto another group, perhaps one that needed his help? Nothing went according to her plan. Nothing at all. She marked 4 symbols onto the back of her hands, and sat with her face embedded in them until they would force her step. These symbols read "징글 바보". Edited by Drephy, August 31, 2011, 1:42 am.
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| akaiyu485 | August 15, 2011, 2:53 pm Post #87 |
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Dear God they're predictable. We're ALL so predictable, Thought sloth, as she dragged her tired eyes over the other sins making their entrances. Gluttony starves, Lust desires, Greed plots ambitiously, Envy compares, Wrath broods and Pride asserts all the dogma his ten-year-old face can command. And me. I can see it all so painfully clearly it bores me. But at least I'm still invisible, Sloth thought, as she gave her siblings a second looking over. It was the blessing of her sin; the more she indulged her sin, the more likely she would be forgotten, and left in peace a little longer. In fact, if I just skim the important information off the dramatic moments, I can spend most of the meeting resting, Sloth added to herself. And Sloth did. She was probably the one who enjoyed the meeting the most. Family... blah blah blah... God it was good to be not thinking again, blah blah plague... blah It was just so damn peaceful... ...Teams... Damn. With deep reluctance, sloth dragged herself out of her mental void. A part of her was petulant, determined to stay in that abyss of apathy. In there, nothing mattered. She didn't have to worry about rights and wrongs, and villains and sinners and virtues, and most of all about jobs. Worse, jobs in teams. There was all that collaboration, and considering and teamwork involved; she couldn't just strike out on her own and get everything done with her own maximum efficiency. Nor did she particularly approve of her partners. Why was she landed with the highly strung, ambitious, let's-rule-all-life-forms pair? One by one, Sloth waited as the other sins left the room, until her team of three were the only ones left. She would see what they thought; the sooner this was over, the sooner she would get her focus and organization together, and the sooner that too could be over, and the sooner she could slip away again from all this bother, buzzing around her mind like stinging wasps. And beyond that, the sooner her engagement with politics would be over. These two were clearly nutters with a lot of ego. So much she doubted they would see through her flattery. She just hoped she wouldn't have to rouse herself to stop them from fighting. Although, she thought lethargically, I might be able to fob mental work to them, and keep the mindless labour for myself. that would be dreammy... "So," She said, addressing the pair left in the room, "What's our strategy then? Left to my own devices, I'd just dump a lot of poisons into certain water veins... but I think both of you are cleverer than that." Edited by akaiyu485, August 16, 2011, 3:49 am.
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| Blue | August 17, 2011, 10:56 am Post #88 |
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The boy resisted the urge to scoff. “As I am a child prodigy, the chosen Head of the Brotherhood and the Leader of this Team, I would say that you are not far off in your assumptions Sloth.” Considering the hit his authority had taken during that meeting thanks to the Spirits, the wounded child felt that he would certainly need to up his game and run an even tighter ship than before. They’d been questioning him and his power since the very beginning, sceptical of his size, age and ability. But to Hell with all of that – they would all need to prepare for the kind of Leader he could very soon become. No, they’d seen nothing, known nothing of true power yet. But one by one, their times would come. And in the end, they’d all be bowing down to him. Yes… All of them. he thought as he blinked the satisfaction off to the background of his mind. There was a mission to tend to for the time being. The plan was simple; the Culpanima were not in any way subtle. They would be all over the national news if luck was on the side of the Brotherhood – and it very likely would be. “We’re heading to a location slightly below Australia’s Mainland, and its southern-most state, Tasmania. Our search will begin in the state’s capital of Hobart. I have a plan already in motion, ready for us to partake in. In addition to this, until we get to our destination neither of you need to know about this plan or what it involves.” Pride frowned disapprovingly of Envy’s slow reaction to his order of mobilisation. It was certain to his eyes that if he were an outsider, he’d have a difficult time telling which one of his teammates was Sloth, which was indeed a disturbing thought in contradiction with his own sin. “Another lazy, unkempt sibling?” he asked sternly, glaring at his slowly rising sister. “This had better be a one-time occurrence - you would do well to represent your own unique nature and not the nature of your sister, Envy.” However as the irony hit him, Pride couldn’t help but sigh. “Sorry, I just recalled that this is what you do… It’s rather unsettling.” It was in that sentence that the child’s voice hit the lowest tone it knew was possible, and though it was layered with disdain it still fight incredibly deprived of authority. He would never be a teenager, and therefore would never experience the inconveniences of puberty. And as he had reflected upon many a time before, this was a double sided coin in all ways. No awkwardness in growing body parts and their sometimes uncontrollable nature, no acne or broken voice, no tainted thoughts concerning the opposite sex; All of these were certainly positives in the boy’s eyes. But in the brilliance of his ever youthful appearance and disposition, he knew that there was a lot he’d never experience, a lot he’d never be able to accomplish and feel proud of; driving, sporting, speaking with a deep, adult and masculine voice. There were things he’d never be able to do exceptionally well at, and things he’d not be able to brag and be arrogant about. Heck, even something as basic as sex was to forever be out of his reach, and although the boy found no interest in such a thing, it was still a disappointment to know he’d be missing out. It was the single most unique and beautiful curse anyone would ever encounter, and he couldn’t help but almost retch at the thought of someone writing a fantasy novel about it… “In any case, before we move on I’d like to give the both of you specific tasks that you must complete in addition to carrying out this mission. I will only say this once, so both of you must pay attention.” Pride finally stepped down from his elevated spot and descended the few stairs that separated the group. “Sloth, you are tasked with the gathering and management of supplies. You’re in charge of our weapons and equipment as well as their concealment in the case that we come across trouble at the airport. I expect my blade to be in perfect condition when we arrive in Tasmania – best to watch your back if it isn’t.” he almost snapped the last part of that order. But who could blame the epitome of Pride being irritable about the care of his most prized possession..? And then, those violent, violet eyes stared up at the Green Sister. “And you, you are in charge of not being destroyed. Don’t think that just because you’re no longer human doesn’t mean you’re invincible or that you can just wish death on someone and make it so. I saw the way you eyed Lust earlier – if you had even thought for a second of acting on your desires, I know I would’ve destroyed you on the spot for betraying your family.” His vehement gaze told no lie as he berated Envy, making sure that if any kind of retaliation was thought about, it would be squashed within mere seconds. “You are equal to us all, and though I can see that you are confused by my use of the word ‘family’, I hope that soon enough you will understand just how important we all need to be to each other. How closely we have to work together, and how well we’ll have to get along.” Silence for a moment, until the boy found himself doing something he’d never dreamed he’d do. With a slow gesture, he placed a hand on Envy’s shoulder and squeezed it gently – the notion wasn’t too degrading however; Envy was not much taller than him. “I was once like you – I hated those around me and couldn’t see myself getting along with them. But believe me when I say that you will learn to appreciate your siblings like I have begun to.” It was a confusing statement if one were to truly think about it; but little did they all know that while Pride didn’t show it, he’d already started becoming attached to some of his siblings. He was proud of them, proud that they had accomplished their first missions and proud that they were all uniting under one banner to regain that which they all lost. Despite the fact that most of them hated each other, he was adamant in thinking that one day they’ll never be able to be separated. But just like that, the hand was off the shoulder and serious Pride was back. “I’ll be keeping in contact with the rest of the Brotherhood and will be very busy throughout the entirety of this mission, so I need you to both perform your own duties to the best of your ability. Let’s head to the airport…” With that, Pride walked towards the double doors. “Which reminds me…” he paused momentarily. “You’re also in charge of our transport Envy.” |
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| Jei Ai | August 18, 2011, 2:49 am Post #89 |
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The swaying hips of the feisty vixen were followed by more than one as they teased and taunted their way down the classically gothic stone hall. Smoke seeped about her form, caressing her hair and drowning her head in a sea of bliss. Gluttony’s lack of gasping and gaping had done little to shake the confidence of the femme fatale as she left the Room of Assignment, for she had seen another follow her steps with envious eyes. It seemed she was being admired behind scathing looks by the painfully plain Envy, whose appearance left much to be desired next to the perfection that was Lust. Her presence in the Void would undoubtedly prove satisfying for the burlesque queen next time the strange little brotherhood met together again. Lust cocked a delicate eyebrow in amusement. Perhaps Envy would want a piece of her gorgeous rival when they met face to face. Snickering, Lust could only hope for now that that day would come. A confrontation, Lust was sure, would end with passion, one way or another. Her amused expression only deepened at the thought of such a sensual seduction. No doubt even Greed would be quiet at such a spectacular sight; the women wrapped around each other, moaning, crying, gasping, pressing themselves against each other, tasting the experience with exploring tongues… La petite mort… Lust inhaled on her cigarette deeply, which caught fire and disintegrated in seconds. Oops… Flushing pink with excitement, the skin across her cheekbones and breasts turned a delightful pink against her red corset and raven-black hair as the two ravenous siblings descended through the halls. Gluttony’s interruption broke her darkening thoughts, and Lust breathed steadily to calm herself. The demon inside her was swooning, and if she lost her composure Gluttony might just loose his shiny new immortal virginity. Fighting back hard against the serpent that coiled and writhed inside her, Lust lit the candles of the halls as she walked by them, the methodical act helping her focus. “Aoi, transport.” As Tiffanie Marquisa, she had never driven a car, let alone in the strange and unfamiliar barrens of the United States of America. There was only really one form of transport she’d learnt to handle comfortably and well, and she doubted such methods would be suitable for the devilish duo to tour the country with. Following half-familiar corridors, Lust sauntered towards what she hoped as the grand exit to the Void where she had been escorted too in a simple black Mercedes. What she stumbled upon instead brought a delicious smile to her scarlet lips. The Spirits certainly had their sense of humour. Echoing steps filled the lifeless room that sat just off the corridor to the main entrance. Light spilled in but was swallowed by darkness, hinting at the enormous size of the depths within. Though she wasn’t sure, Lust swore she saw the glint of an exhaust. Closing her eyes, she felt with her newly developed sense for anything that might fall to the power of fire, and found clusters of candles along the walls and hanging from the ceiling in chandelier form. Inhaling and then exhaling deeply, she brought the lights to life, filling the room with a warm and inviting glow that revealed an automotive goldmine. Along the far-side wall, a neat row of duplicated black Mercedes waited to serve the Brotherhood, but this was not what impressed the European goddess. Sectioned about the room in a rainbow of colours and shapes, styles and models, were seven personalised vehicles, waiting the touch of their labelled Sin. Such extravagance would have normally made Lust sneer, but tucked away to the far right sat a brilliant red vehicle that could only be hers. Heels clicking across the large stone room, the hard-to-impress Lust was momentarily speechless with her smile. Polished, fresh and fuelled, the motorcycle sat waiting like the rest; waiting to roar to life and escape. Perhaps this new life wasn’t entirely terrible. Of course the pair could not travel together on this, and it would be much more ideal to travel by car. Whether or not that meant a black Mercedes or her new ‘brother’s’ vehicle was yet to be discovered. Either way, he would have to drive. Without tearing her wide and glorious eyes away from her newest possession, Lust called over her shoulder. “I zink yours will be ze orange one.” |
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| akaiyu485 | August 19, 2011, 5:49 am Post #90 |
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“Oh, ok,” Said Evie from one side of her brain. The other side was gasping and shaking, with the full comprehension of who she was dealing with, and what she was about to do, and what she was about to become. And first was doing everything it could to suppress that half. Controlling her subconscious mind was something she was sure she could do, it was just difficult right now. She hoped it wasn’t showing; it would not do for Scarecrow to underestimate her. Nor would it do for him to think she was trying to make him underestimate her again. “Well then, why are you even asking?” It was a question she had been wondering since he had mentioned ‘demonization’. “So you’re giving your consent?” Said the demon, his air of superior malice fragmenting temporarily. Evie’s suspicions were confirmed. He needed her open consent for this “Yes, I suppose I am.” “Good. Lay your hand on top of mine.” Said the demon, a little too quickly. Somehow, it was a hard thing to do, and though Evie felt she was moving her hand as normal, it was somehow a long moment. And at the end of it, the demon looked ever so slightly relived, or at least, the tensions was gone from his voice in his next words. Evie wasn’t sure whether to be concerned or comforted by that. “Now I need you to restate your consent. Explicitly." Last chance, whispered a voice in the back of her head… but it’s too late anyway. “I, Nevedita, hereby consent to …?” “No, no,” Said Scarecrow, repressing the urge to roll his eyes, “I hereby forfeit my humanity, for… whatever reasons I see fit. You can make up the words, but don’t forget to mean it” “ok... I hereby forfeit my humanity, and deny heaven’s claim to my soul, for I alone know my true heart, and greater purpose.” Declared Nevedita solemnly. “Good one.” Said Scarecrow, and took his hand away. “Wait what?” Said Evie, her apprehension unfulfilled, “That’s it?” “Yep.” Said Scarecrow non-challantly. “B-S!” Said Evie. “No spells, no blood pacts, no mystic swirling wind or fog?” “Typical human. Ex-Human. You watch too much TV. You forget that such a pact is made with a soul. Just like with sins, like lying, the soul can be forfeited with mere words.” “Oh.” “Just kidding. The after effects will be spectacular. So whatever you do, do not look into a mirror until we can get you into a safe environment. But if you want proof for the meantime, look down.” Then he spun on his heel and began to march. “Le---------t’s go!” Nervously, Nevedita looked down. At first, she noticed nothing. No glowing aura, no curse-mark on her hands, though she turned them over several times. No dripping blood. And then she noticed her veins were no longer blue, but violet. She decided she didn’t yet have the guts to check what colour her blood had really turned, so instead, she got up to follow the Scarecrow. |
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| Juicesir | August 19, 2011, 8:35 am Post #91 |
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"Fuck me." The Spirits certainly had their sense of humor. Amid the beautifully tailored custom cars and the rows of black Mercedes stood the van. A part of him reawakened, took over, and memories which had long been buried and forgotten tore open and overwhelmed his senses. Ben traced his way through the garage, slowly but directly headed towards the vehicle. It was tall, custom in of itself, a relic of times past. He slowly walked around the car in its entirety, his eyes glancing over every surface. Ben allowed his hand to trace along the side of it, oblivious completely to the world around him, totally lost within the moment. The paint was slightly chipped, the windows scratched. While there were no specific dings in it, it had a sense of wear and use about it. He made his way to the driver's side, opening the door. The insides of it were somewhat dusty, scratched here and there, with a few odd stains spread about. He closed the door, walking around back to the license plate. New York, license plate number "74117 JK." Ben stepped back from it, his hand slipping from the side of it. It was an enigma, a single strange abnormality in the otherwise immaculate and posh garage of the Void. Tears played at the corner of Ben's eyes, threatening to break the floodgates. But he held them back, a small little grin playing about his lips. He sniffed, inhaling deeply and exhaling out of his mouth. Ben closed his eyes. Gluttony opened his eyes. Turning to face Lust, he saw her eyeing a little red motorbike. A scoffing laugh came from his throat, and he wiped the tears that did not feel to be his. "Guess we're taking this then." Gluttony got into the driver's seat, allowing himself to sink into the worn leather, awaiting Lust to enter the vehicle herself. |
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| psy | August 20, 2011, 12:00 pm Post #92 |
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Greed “But what if I controlled the chaos,” painfully ironic as it was, that was the devilish flower of a thought that had started to take root in Greed's voracious brain. What he had thought before was too primitive, too inefficient. Hunt down the Culpanima one by one until they are eventually driven underground by the authorities, then hope to kill them while they form into a tightly knit unit of superhuman killers? No, that was silly and far too troublesome. Genius never did happen instantaneously though and the predicted path would remain the same, just the execution would change. By the time Greed reached Wrath's car he was practically giggling with delight. His terribly stoic and intimidating brother was leaning up against the black lancer that could only be described as fairly normal. Greed came bounding along with the equally normal hop to his step showing just how happy he was. It was never a good sign when Greed actually looked genuinely happy, as surely his original brothers and sisters had come to know. The genuineness of his joy was almost always indicative of how well his plot was progressing. “Boy aren't you quick, Wrath.” he pointed out quite obviously to his brother who looked terribly disinterested. “That's a good thing though. I'd like to get going right away. Europe might float away if we waste any time at all.” Greed just grinned and made his way over to the passenger side of the vehicle where the door was hanging open. “You're quite the gentleman, dear brother. If it hasn't happened already I'm sure Lust, Envy and Sloth will be swooning for you in no time.” he complimented his brother as he slid into the passenger seat, though coming from Greed you could never quite be sure if he wasn't just poking fun. Wrath sat down in the car as well. If he wanted to talk, though all hints pointed to no, Greed wasn't going to let him do so right away anyway. While they pulled away from The Void and onto the roads of middle-of-nowhere America Greed decided it would be a good time to inform Wrath of his newly formed plot that would ensure efficiency when disposing of the growing rot that was the Culpanima. “It's best we talk about this now before we get to the airport. I'd like to run something by you, and while it's not in your nature to plot and scheme I'd still prefer it if we worked together while in Europe.” there was no more fooling around, or poking fun. Greed was letting Wrath glimpse into who Greed really was just for this moment. “The world is rotting at a nonlinear rate, so naturally the Culpanima will develop at a similar rate. As of now the Culpanima are not known to the world, however, that truth will inevitably be revealed. When that happens the governments of the world will crack down on such behaviour with progressively less mercy, eventually sending the Culpanima into a struggle for their own lives. Like animals they'll join together and fight back against the world and throw it into chaos.” The idea of chaos continued to appeal to Greed as the mere thought of the world burning brought back the same grin he had worn before. “Once that happens the Culpanima will be too strong as a collective to be effectively exterminated. At least, that's how it will happen if this is as big a threat to the world as the spirits make it out to be. And lets be frank, the spirits have worse senses of humour than, well, the rest of you.” he continued without giving half a thought to his jive at the gods that had granted him power. Or maybe he was just testing the waters. “However, if we act as a catalyst and force the Culpanima underground sooner, while gathering them ourselves under a banner of safety they will be like lambs to the slaughter when the appropriate time comes.” Greed's head tilted to the side as he looked out the window at the countryside. That was his plot in its earliest stage, all laid out for Wrath to soak in and understand. More often than not when Greed laid out a plan for someone it was to demean their own ideas or to lead them into a trap. So sharing what he was actually thinking was a strange experience, and he didn't like it one bit. The headache returned as soon as he had looked out the window, and subsequently the joyful grin turned back into a forced smile. |
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| ravenroses | August 23, 2011, 4:47 am Post #93 |
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Wrath climbed into his car when he spotted his brother. He did it rather slowly, as if his dread for this trip were showing in his actions. He could hear that his brother was saying something to him but he ignored it. Then Greed got into the car. Once the door was closed, he started the car up. After a moment of letting it purr, he pulled the car out of its spot and out onto the empty roads that led to the airport. As he drove, Greed launched into a speech about his plan. Wrath could feel the difference in his brother's demeanor. Things were serious now. This was a side to him that he could handle. Then again, plans were never something that he could get in on. Once someone gave him instruction or direction, he just went for it. Once he had something to attack or some way to start trouble, he took it. Unless he was warned otherwise, Wrath was a pretty easy person to figure out. He had to be since anger controlled most of his life. However, as Greed spoke, he found himself listening and trying to follow along. It seemed very straight to the point. Everything his brother said, got through to him. Wrath wasn't dumb but he found it difficult to pay attention at times because people used too many words to describe something that could be said in a sentence or two. Greed had a tendency to do that. However, this was important. He fought the urge to scowl or glare at times but managed to keep a pretty straight face. Once everything was said, Greed just sort of stopped talking. Wrath was surprised there wasn't anything more to it, no final jab or joke. It just sort of died. He glanced over at his brother before focusing on the road again. The words sunk in a bit more. The silence stretched on a few moments and all either could hear was the hum of the engine. Wrath chose to speak once it grew quiet enough. "Fine," was all he had to say. It was the start of a plan and nothing was set in stone. Once more was established, then he'd either rebel against it or go with it. This, it was just an idea with no set action. Wrath drove on. The silence stretched out between the two of them. He hadn't given any thought to what could happen once they reached England. He knew this was serious. The Culpanima were going to be on the rise soon enough. Seven sinning siblings with special abilities were going to have to stop it at the source before it spread. It sounded like a lot for them. The urgency of the situation began to sink into his mind. His lips twitched into a slight frown before disappearing again. He stared out at the roads as they began to gather offices, houses and places to shop or eat. Getting lost in the pavement was enough to let him not think too much about it. Finally, the planes started to grow larger and larger over head as they were either coming in or taking off. One landed off the side of the road where the tarmacs were parallel to one another with the airport and traffic control towers lining the sides. Wrath pulled the car into a spot in the commuter lot and shut off the engine. "Let's get going. Don't want to miss a flight if we can avoid it," he took the keys out of the ignition and got out, grabbing his bag on the way out of the car. |
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| Scarecrow | August 29, 2011, 9:21 am Post #94 |
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Scarecrow grinned when he saw the look on Nevedita's face. Wait till she morphs for the first time. Scarecrow remembered when he was first turned. He was English once upon a time, but the transformation eliminated any accent he once had. he was never trained properly but was left to learn for himself. Which had nearly killed him. Medieval England was famous for its superstitious society and when someone had seen him morphing they took him to the King who ordered him to burned him alive. After about thirty minutes of standing in the fire, he realised that he wasn't going to die. He morphed into a flea and fled. He began planning and researching. He needed to know what he was, and what world he actually lived in. It was 100 years before the demon known as Cruelty enlisted Scarecrow in his service and another 100 after that before Scarecrow became his second in command. Still, 500 years on and Scarecrow had finally found this missing piece of the puzzle. An apprentice. He looked at Nevedita and grinned. she looked the part now, and she would soon figure her powers. With careful tuition she would master them much faster than if she had to learn on her own like him. "Ok, now Demon Lesson number one: morphing. It's simple enough, picture the animal you want to morph into and then will your body to adopt that form." He watched as her brow creased and she thought of an animal. Second's later a comical mix between a cat and a hawk stood in front of him. He chuckled, "I forgot to mention that you need absolute concentration or you end up with a mixture, and they can be pretty horrific, trust me. Now your 'human' form is now no longer your base form. You can take on any form that you choose, but human is usually the best when dealing with other humans. Now picture a bird of some sort because we're flying. To London. Our first mission is that of revenge." Seeing the look of confusion he smiled. "Darlin, we're going to kill the Royal Family." |
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| Drephy | August 30, 2011, 9:03 am Post #95 |
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"Another unkempt, lazy sibling" Envy almost growled at Pride's words, he had no right to make these wild assumptions off of her mild actions. "I don't have to listen to this shit, I'm leaving" She thought to herself, but couldn't bring herself to leave in the middle of someone with higher authority's speech, albeit his small stature. His next words stung, but Envy wasn't sure why. He was a boy she'd never met before, never seen before. Yet, his words hurt her more than those of the ones she had grown up with. She didn't pay too much attention to anything other than her expression in the reflection on the table. Pride's last few sentences caught Envy's attention. "… It’s rather unsettling" she began to gaze forward, lost in though while he approached. "Why was it unsettling? Is this personality not that of a sin? One of which he too embodies? The same which house within holds 'another unkempt and lazy' lady," Envy glanced towards who she thought was Sloth. "...a fatty, a mafia swindler..." this last description brought up a blank face. "...and a French slut?" With that last thought Envy smirked, and stopped her blank gaze to catch Pride's eyes as he started addressing her. "...you are in charge of not being destroyed..." she smiled a this. It was beyond her comprehension of something which would be of a threat to her, but without much more thought she went back to listening to Pride explain her role in this hunt. "...I saw the way you eyed Lust earlier..." This made the fantasies flash back in her mind, and caused her to giggle softly. Then he started blabbing about how they were family, but the questions still remained for Envy. Though it was evident they wouldn't suffice for any unprovoked violence. Then Pride laid his hand on her shoulder, and tightened his grip slightly. He went on about his past experienced with the family, but Envy wasn't concerned with that. She was more focused on his hand resting on her shoulder and why he thought her had the capacity to make a move such as that. She didn't hear a word he said from whenever her grabbed her shoulder to the point when he released it, and as he did so she leaped from the seat and walked towards the door. "Which reminds me...You're also in charge of transport Envy." She turned back and glanced at Pride, only turn back to the door and whisper under her breath: "Fuck." Envy left the room and immediately headed towards her own to pick up a couple of her supplies she had left there. Passing the rooms of her family again just gave her an increase in confidence, as she still kept the belief that her room was the epitome of decor within this void. Arriving at her room, Envy immediately took a dash for the desk where she had lain her switchblade knife before Pride called the meeting together. And as soon as she arrived she was gone, with the knife tucked safely within one of her jacket pockets. Envy stood in the hallway outside of her 'dorm' for a moment, thinking of how to find a way to the airport, and more importantly, how to get onto the plane. Remembering where she arrived at The Void, Envy hurried outside to find no cars, nor anything pointing towards them. But, she continued to roam outside, as to find a garage of some sorts. No luck. "Just my fucking day." She sighed and kicked at the ground then proceeded to enter the nearest entrance to the void she could find. She found herself surrounded by vehicles, but two in particular caught her eye. Trying to hide her glee of not failing her first task, Envy slowly walked over to the first vehicle she was interested in. A Red Yamaha Motorcycle. She wanted it. She didn't care that it wouldn't carry 3, she wanted the ride and she would do whatever it would take to make it hers. Though her desires, logistics finally caught up to Envy after several minutes of awe in the beauty of the motorcycle. So she turned back to the other car which she had noticed. A green Lamborghini Gallardo. There were only seats for two, though with Pride's small size he would be able to share the passenger seat with Sloth. Taking out the same marker she used to stain her hands, Envy began to scrawl on the driver side door. The message, though hardly legible, read "Jonae". She then opened the door and sat in the driver's seat, as to bask the moment. She would go back to alert the others, but not now. She was too happy. Edited by Drephy, August 30, 2011, 10:37 pm.
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| Jei Ai | September 10, 2011, 2:05 pm Post #96 |
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A quiet sniffle didn’t miss the perfect ears of the perfect woman, though they hid beneath her perfect head of loose, raven curls. That being said, the small sound did little to evoke any emotion in the fiery Lust, who remained admiring her polished Yamaha. She was an unsympathetic woman in life, and it seemed she had retained some qualities after her change. She had little patience for any show of emotion that wouldn’t inevitably end up in someone sucking on someone else in some way. A throaty laugh did cause her to slant a gaze in the direction of her brother, curious as to what could be funny in this garage of tasteless humour. Her brother was indeed right; her motorcycle could only seat one comfortably, and she didn’t particularly like to ride double. Though the thought of Gluttony’s body pressed, wrapped and tangled around her own, his thighs clinging to hers, was tempting, she knew it would not be practical. There would be plenty of ‘red meat’ so to speak on the road; this was the United States after all. Still, she’d grown hungry, and would need to eat – or be eaten – soon. One glance at Gluttony’s vehicle was enough to tear Lust's thoughts from the roaring beast inside her gut that moaned out for company. Nose pulled up in a sneering fashion, she observed the orange vehicle with her scarlet eyes and raised her lip in disgust. It was a dump – on wheels – that seemed certain to be a portal to death were any mortal to drive it. Old, bulky, and hideous in colour, the van paled in comparison to her own form of transport. For a moment, Lust contemplated simply riding two or three hundred metres ahead of her ‘brother’ on her Yamaha so as to disassociate herself from the monstrosity. But such logistics would surely create complications, and she knew – logically – that the van was the only way to go. “Oh un dieu… Only in America…” Muttering and glowering, Lust sauntered towards the pile of metal and entered the passenger’s side reluctantly. Not that she cared, but she could have sworn she saw the glistening of tears inside her brother’s honey-orange eyes. Dirt. Desert. Dryness. Once out on the road, that was all they were invited to spy. As if to reaffirm the standard at which the van was set, the air-con had choked to death upon breath, and so now the ‘siblings’ were bumping, wheezing and jolting along a dust-littered road with the windows half-down and the wind of travel blowing everything about, including Lust’s glorious hair. Despite still looking gorgeous – if not more so due to the illusion of the breeze – she was unimpressed by the interruption to her visual integrity. But there were more urgent matters on her mind. The heat, which was barely an issue for her in Paris, was soaking through her very skin, and a light glow was beginning to form across Lust’s bare and beautiful chest, while a flush swept across her cheeks. She cared little for heat – at least, hot weather – and she found the sticky nature of the seats against her over-exposed thighs all the more uncomfortable. Even worse was the ever present light of day that ripped through the un-tinted windows. Nocturnal by trade, and by nature, Lust was not at all pleased to see the sun quite so high above the horizon, glaring down from above and reflecting up from the wastes below. Still, all this discomfort, all this sweating, all this light, was nothing compared to the hell she was going though deep inside. The serpent that craved another was spitting venom, hissing, thrashing and setting fire to her blood as it pounded through her heated body. It seemed the desert heat had encouraged the monster, and being in the tightly compact space with another being that was not altogether unattractive was like torture. With great strength, she kept on her side of the cabin, tracing her hands and fingers across her soft skin to keep herself from reaching over and grabbing for Gluttony. Such an action would no doubt cause complications for the pair, and Lust had never liked the greedy love-making tactics of the American’s she entertained in the past. But still, the monster was determined, and she found herself flushing even more so without aid from the humidity, growing wet in areas that had nothing to do with sweat or the blazing sun. It seemed, mercilessly, the monster was starting to prevail upon her at last, and it fought harder, smelling victory. Gripping at her seat with one hand, and sliding her fingers up, down and along her bosom and collar-bone, Lust breathed heavily, her sin all too plain on her face. Would it be such a crime, to take pleasure from her gluttonous brother? Not that she would completely take the pleasure; she desired in equal amounts the to take and to give what she could. And if there was one thing Lust could do – one thing she knew the ins and outs of both literally and figuratively - it was pleasure. And it was not as if he were her true brother either way. Seducing Gluttony would not be a challenge, she plotted quietly, running her fingers unconsciously over her cleavage. He was a man after all, and sin or not, he would still have manly desires. But of course, desires. What did Gluttony desire? Lust hesitated as she thought about what such intimacy with Gluttony might result in. What exactly was he gluttonous for? Smirking slightly and burning with a certain curiosity, Lust spoke over the rumbling engine in what was still a husky, seductive and dangerous voice. “Why are you Gluttony, frère?” |
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| Juicesir | September 11, 2011, 6:23 pm Post #97 |
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"I ate people." He could have gone the philosophical route, asking why any of them were what they were, what their purpose was. He could have asked her the question in return, leaving his past a mystery and decidely being evasive. But he didn't. There wasn't any reason to do any of that. They were trapped in this hell, these bodies, these prisons, and so there wasn't any real reason to be a shit about it. She'd been squirming and clawing at herself the entire ride. If her ache was anything like his then he could understand why. It was torture, and eternal sentence laid upon them. The hole in his self tore at the body which encased it, churning his being into a vapid release of nothingness. He gave less than a care to her plight, to her beauty. The hunger he felt was nothing. He was both ceaseless and ceasing, a shell of something lost. He let his answer just linger and let the road rush on ahead. The utter nothingness which enveloped them was typical of the heartland. He felt a compassion and relation with the desert surrounding them, the broken dust and dirt they rolled over. No cars had been spotted yet. The dusty orange van plowed over the earth ever onward. It was going to be a long trip. Whether she asked something else or not he did not mind. For now, he was consumed with his own consumption, allowing his eyes to drift into that tunnel vision of driving. The ease of driving, the bumps of the van, were like reassuring nudges. It was his only comfort. |
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| Jei Ai | September 15, 2011, 3:07 am Post #98 |
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There did not exist a more straight forward way of putting Gluttony’s crime; I ate people. At least he was direct, though Lust found it rude that he did not elaborate or ask her in return. She didn’t know why it upset her so – to be asked what you’d done as a mortal that could have been so monstrous as to afford you the life as an embodiment of sin would undoubtedly put off most folk. But it was the principle of the thing. She hadn’t always been Lust: she’d had a life before this eternally painful one, and it had been glorious. And despite being murdered, dead and killed off, the life of Tiffanie Marquisa was still what defined the lovely woman now smouldering in some god forsaken desert in the middle of perhaps the world’s capital of Sin; America. It struck Lust for the first time how appropriate it was that the Spirits had established the Void in the centre of the United States, and she couldn’t help but wonder if their twisted humour extended beyond their selection of vehicles for the Brotherhood. Fuming silently at her insatiable twin, Lust glared out the window as the dryness and vastness slipped under her feet and beyond. The monster inside was hungry, undoubtedly in the same way Gluttony was, but for an entirely different kind of meal. Lust’s somewhat illogical fury at her companion had both hindered and helped with her situation. While the beast no longer wanted its host to reach across for her sibling’s crotch, the extra fire in her veins meant that it did want something. Anything. Lust squirmed in her seat, crossing her legs and digging her scarlet-painted nails into the flesh of her thighs to keep them from exploring any higher than they already had. Dust, fumes and heat continued to spill through the window, and for some strange reason she found the particularly poisonous smell of gasoline comforting. Reaching hastily up to her beasts, she plucked another cigarette from between her cleavage, fixing it to her mahogany holder and setting it alight with a short exhale. Breathing in heavily, Lust closed her eyes and allowed the deadly fingers of smoke to caress her throat and lungs, soothing her from the inside out. Slowly, she felt the monster inside come under her control as she continued to breathe in deeply on her favourite poison. The calming effects of the smoke worked wonders through her body, and though she continued to ache for an orgasm, she could at least unclench her thighs. Eyes softening, and a familiar feeling of power and control seeping through her like blood, Lust was more or less composed as she finished a third cigarette minutes later. Arcing her back and stretching out her elegant neck and shoulders, the lovely Lust settled back into her seat, already preparing to light cigarette number four. She hadn’t asked Gluttony for permission, largely because his answer would more than likely have been ignored either way. She didn’t offer him a smoke either, knowing already that he kept his own, though possibly he was in need of a lighter. Still, she turned to her brother, now more composed than before, and attempted to tickle more information from him. She was no Greed, but she was curious, and though she preferred to travel in silence, she felt it would serve them better to form some sort of comradeship should she ever require him to trust her at some point. Oh how she hated building relationships with people… So much easier to just take off your clothes and ‘ave it over with, much more enjoyable at least… Looking away again and out across the sands, she spoke with a velvet voice. “Where ex-zactly are you taking us?” Exhaling into her mahogany wand, she ignited her poisonous comfort and filled her lungs with smoke once more. “Somewhere you know, per’aps?” |
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| akaiyu485 | September 15, 2011, 10:04 am Post #99 |
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“The Royal family? As in the Windsors?” Said Evie, trotting to keep up with Scarecrow as he marched up the long flight of stairs from the vault. “Why on earth do we have to do that? You mean the demon royal family, surely?” “Does that make the two concepts mutually exclusive?” Scarecrow teased, “No, don’t answer that. You think too much. No, that’s not right; your thinking is fine. Stop asking questions.” Nevedita raised a scathing eyebrow, and Scarecrow decided he definitely wanted to know what she’d be like to fight when her full powers arrived. But in the mean time, he was going to have a lot of fun raising Nevedita’s blood pressure. Wasn’t like that could kill her anymore or something. “If you’re a good girl, I’ll tell you the real answer when we get there. Think of it as a gold star or a cookie. An incentive. Now hurry up and morph.” Nevedita glared down at her hand, still walking, and willed her arms to sprout. But instead of feathers, they sprouted fur. A little surprised, she retracted it back in, though the idea really appealed to her. She was definitely going to have a play with feline later. Maybe a hint of lupine or equine for good measure. But, being too pleased at the thought, the next feathers she sprouted were rainbow, like a lorikeets. That would not do. She retracted them again, noticing how the colour stripped off them as she did so. It was intriguing. Thinking angrily, the feathers came out red like a kite’s. Feeling proud, they came out golden like an eagle’s. "Nevedita! We're going! Pick a form and stay with it." Scarecrow commanded, throwing open the corridor window they had reached. “Huh? Oh, right.” Evie said, jerked out of a reverie. Didn’t even realize what I was doing, she thought. She’d only been practising growing feathers in and out of her hand for what felt like once or twice, but she recognized now had probably been quite a few minutes. It wasn’t shock any more, she realized lethargically, it was full-blown numbness, with a little bit of fatigue mixed in. “Try to be something sort of like you. That will help.” Called Scarecrow sardonically, and jumped out the window (like the show off he was, Evie thought) and morphing mid leap into black hawk. “Try a mag--Krie.” He added, before his words were cut off into a hawk’s screech. “Mag-cry?... Mag-cry? Oh, Magpie.” She turned her gaze down, and began willing her arm tendons to stretch into wings, and her arm sockets to fuse with her shoulderblades, which slid together on her back. It was officially the feathers that were the worst though, she thought. It was like a thousand pimples popping all at once. Why couldn’t she have been a cat? What was wrong with winged cat? Suddenly, a great sense of worry gripped her. Was it that easy to forget that she was shapeshifting? Shucking the shell of humanity like it meant nothing? Or was that what it meant to be demonized; to do these things, and still feel nothing? An impatient squawk sounded from outside. “Coming!” she tried to say, but all that came out was a squawk of her own, as she followed him out the window. And promptly began to fall, until panic gripped her, reminding her to flap her arms…wings. She looked around for scarecrow, but noticed nothing. Silently, she just enjoyed the sensation for a few minutes; the late afternoon sun on her back, wind in her feathers. It was… it was actually kind of euphoric. She could fly! With an avian cackle, that came out as a magpie’s warbling war-cry, she gave a little swoop, before she dipped into a climb. Sheer delight. Maybe she wasn’t all that demonoid after all. Suddenly, her back felt cold, and she swooped down and ahead, narrowly ducking black hawk, screeching with avian laughter, that swooped on ahead. Two can play that game, she thought, climbing quickly, and simultaneously realizing why he had suggested being a magpie. But the black hawk turned back to climb along next to her, a look of ‘don’t even try it’ written in his avian eyes, and snapping beak. Can he read my mind, she wondered? Sighing internally, she dipped her head in submission, returning her gaze to her ground. They were already miles away from her house, some 12 kilometres north. A thought struck her. She’d even forgotten to say goodbye. But that wasn’t exactly non-human either. Edited by akaiyu485, September 15, 2011, 3:09 pm.
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| akaiyu485 | September 15, 2011, 3:20 pm Post #100 |
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All in all, the meeting had held good outcomes for sloth; nothing much to be immediately preoccupied with other than weapons and supplies. Now all she had to do was become familiar with it fast enough to make the process of managing them mindless habit. Easy, compared with the rest of it. And Australia… from what she imagined, it was a place of a few farms dotted between some major cities. Perfect for lazy, wholesale commandeering, in – she assumed – was for doing in whatever way she deemed fit. “Sure thing,” She told pride happily. Diplomacy hadn’t worked so well with Envy, but Sloth figured that so long as she didn’t pose a threat to either of them, she could still stoke their egos. A little effort for acting, she was sure, would save them all a lot of painful diplomacy in re-negotiating after a fight. “Just let me know where your blade is, and I’ll pick it up for you,” Sloth said. “Oh, and how are we getting to Australia, if the cars are here?” She asked, thinking of the Blue Bently she had spied on entering the mansion earlier, and the soft, reclining seat that looked as if it was just long enough to stretch out and nap on. |
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