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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard.         Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4860 days Last activity: 4483 days |
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| Christmas Day. 3:00 AM. New York City. Blanketed by a quiet lining of fresh snow, the city streets were unnaturally quiet. It was as though a spell had been cast over the city, lulling even the most restless souls to sleep and dream of joy and love for just a few sweet hours.
Of course, that was just a metaphor. There were no spells that could make the population of New York City to fall asleep. That was too much work for even the most powerful spellcasters in the Legion to attempt. But, the silence was real, and Apollo was happy for it. He had planned on the darkness, but the silence just made this meeting even more secure. He purveyed the skyline from his lavishly decorated loft for just a moment longer before shutting the blinds. You never know who could be watching. Apollo had good reason to be nervous. It was very, very against the law to plan something like he was planning on planning that night. He had made most of his fortunes committing similar crimes, but this time, he had loftier goals. So lofty that he could not do it alone. He walked into his bathroom and looked into the large mirror hanging above the marble sink. In his human form, he was an attractive African American male, with a shaved head and sharp features. He was dressed in a cool black suit, with a white dress shirt that was so clean it seemed to glow. Or maybe that was him. He didn't really care. Something to his right caught his eye. He looked and saw his shadow, growing wider and darker on the wall. His hands began to emanate light, and he growled, and his shadow returned to normal. He looked back at the mirror one last time. He saw the brilliant ritual lines of his heritage fade off of his human skin, and he sighed. He had lost more control than he thought. With that, he shut the lights off and exited the room. Entering the living room, Apollo made himself comfortable. He looked up at the door and smiled as the handle began to shake. His accomplices were beginning to arrive. |
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Xeios You WANKER! Since: 08-16-04 Since last post: 5085 days Last activity: 1395 days |
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| The first to arrive at the door of the home was Edward. Upon turning the brass handle to the door, a man wearing a fancy white suit entered through the door, twirling his alabaster mustache questioningly. He was not one to normally be early, and being the first to arrive almost confused Edward.
"So you are Apollo then, well, my name is Edward." He smiled lightly and bowed his head to some extent, "While you may not have heard of me, you have definitely heard of my work. Firstly, however, we must discuss these plans for tonight, and where each of us fit in to this act of terror." Edward was pleased with himself, he enjoyed returning for some sort of vengeance against the humans, He hated their ways so, especially their attitudes toward the things they know nothing of, a pompous denial against all things their 'laws' of the world cannot define. Edward wanted to reveal himself to the world, and force others to know of the might and existance of supernatural beings, beings who could, with a thought, wipe out most of the known human population. Sadly there existed codes of conduct when acting with the humans, codes which the legion enforced under penalty of death. Edward barely escaped the last confrontation with humans he had with his life, luckily there was a man on the side of the Legion who sympathized with his plight, and realized that no human could grasp the depth of the terroristic attack, he was given a full pardon for his deeds. Edward now searched to make yet another mark on human history. One that would be known by all. |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4860 days Last activity: 4483 days |
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| "Make yourself comfortable, friend. I know you well enough. I was in the Legion when you sank the Titanic. I'm a fan."
He laughed as he picked up a deck of cards on the ottoman and began to shuffle them. In his hands, the cards flowed in and out of place like water. "Though, I must admit, I'm looking for a bit more subtley this time around." |
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Xeios You WANKER! Since: 08-16-04 Since last post: 5085 days Last activity: 1395 days |
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| "I am glad to see my reputation precedes me to this day. Subtlety however, is all in the delivery. The humans never saw it coming, and never suspected me. Subtle enough." Edward smiled lightly, the grin mimicking a human emotion quite effectively, the years he had spent undercover in his life having obviously trained him on the subtleties of humanity.
"When will the others arrive, I am anxious to see the ones your ideals attract." |
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FX Zombie Marco Since: 03-24-06 Since last post: 3841 days Last activity: 3737 days |
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| A shape quickly flitted across the wall, keeping away from the lights Apollo had had mounted along it. It positioned itself beside the door. For a brief moment it could be seen as a humanoid shape, but where it's hands should have been were what appeared to be long, curved blades. But in the blink of an eye the figure had faded, barely visible to even those who knew it was there. | |||
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4860 days Last activity: 4483 days |
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| "Edward, meet Kane. He's an old accomplice of mine. He's proven to be more efficient and trustworthy than most of his kind. I imagine he'll be joining us in a more corporeal fashion in a few moments."
Apollo began dealing the deck of cards out on the table, setting places that certainly had not even been filled yet. He was expecting a small crowd. |
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FX Zombie Marco Since: 03-24-06 Since last post: 3841 days Last activity: 3737 days |
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| A man stepped out of the wall, where the figure had last been visible, the room growing darker around him. He was of slightly less than average height, and incredibly wiry. In his hands he held two black scimitars, which he quickly flipped over and slid onto his back, although no sheathes were visible. His form was completely covered in black wrap, no feature of his body was visible, although one could still feel his eyes constantly scanning the room. | |||
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Xeios You WANKER! Since: 08-16-04 Since last post: 5085 days Last activity: 1395 days |
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| Edward was surprised, a Wraith? These beings, while they were frequently known to be excellent at espionage and assassination, were hardly ever used for anything else. Most people didn't trust them, but Edward would not worry, there was not much in this world for him to be afraid of, and Wraiths were nowhere on that list.
"Apollo, I hope you are certain about this, a Wraith born from death will do all it can to kill. Killing might make things unnecessarily complicated." Edward twirled his bountiful white mustache with his right hand. His pale blue eyes scanning the physical form of the Wraith before him. |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4860 days Last activity: 4483 days |
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| "Wraiths are like wine: They age well. Kane here has lived long enough to overcome the constant desire for death. He's got all of the skills, with very few of the hang-ups. Now I'm sure he's tired of us talking about him as though he wasn't here. Make yourself comfortable, friend."
Apollo checked his watch. His other guests were taking a while to arrive. |
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FX Zombie Marco Since: 03-24-06 Since last post: 3841 days Last activity: 3737 days |
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| If he were perturbed by the dialogue about him, Kane didn't show it. He made his way to a position behind Apollo, where he could both observe the door and window. His walking was slow and deliberate, and as he did so, the shadows that had surrounded him seemed to be pulled into his form. | |||
The Accidental Protege Iggy Koopa I\"m your accidental protege... The gift, the blood, the thrownaway...\" Since: 03-08-05 From: Marching on the city of Southern Cross Since last post: 1177 days Last activity: 1177 days |
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| The doorknob twisted as two figures peeked into the establishment, making sure they were in the right spot. Upon seeing such seedy figures, they decided they were correct.
The redheaded young lady, about 24 years old, yawned as she entered, motioning for her large, middle-aged companion to join her. "This is right place, Bruce," she started, before seeing the host. She gulped nervously, brushing her hair aside. "Uh... I'm Cindy, and this is Bruce," she introduced, Bruce nodding, keeping quiet for the time being. Cindy told him to "keep your loud mouth shut", and he never liked her when she was upset. "You probably haven't heard of us, but... we still want in on this thing you're planning. Though... I've never done something this dangerous before," Cindy admitted. She hoped for her host's approval. If that was out of the question, the money she and Bruce needed so desperately would have to be made some other way. A thought ran through her mind just then, 'What the hell am I doing?' |
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Lord Vulkas Mormonus Vile High Xeodent of Xeomerica.  Since: 10-29-04 From: North Carolina, United States. World, Sol System, milky way Since last post: 106 days Last activity: 106 days |
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| A hand reached out to stop the two figures from closing the door. Eralath, he was.
He stepped beside the two awkwardly, walking as though he were unused to his feet. He was large, his face was fat. It concealed the true monster within. He wore a dark trenchcoat, with black leather gloves covering his large hands. He stood hunched, a walking stick in his hand to support his weight. "I am Eralath," he said. His voice was almost too high for a man, and a strange, almost hissing sound erupted as he talked. "You called for me, Apollo?" |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4860 days Last activity: 4483 days |
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| Apollo's smile widened. "Cindy, Bruce, Eralath, make yourselves comfortable! Glad to see you could all make it. Look's like we're missing Dahlia, but she's always been flimsy with schedules, and we can start without her."
Apollo stood up and walked over to the windows. He raised his arms slowly, as though he was parting a sea, and his hands began to simmer with a cool glow. Behind the newcomers, the door slowly shut, and a wave of light coursed through the entire loft. Without facing the group, he spoke once more. "There. Assorted outcasts and fugitives, I welcome you to my humble abode. We all know why I have called you here. You are all in one way or another like me. You look out your windows and doors and see this world, filled to the brim with mortals who live and die as meaningfully as fruit flies. But as they live in unwarranted comfort, we struggle and sweat to play by their rules, because of the all too powerful gaze of the Legion, and it sickens me. As some of you know, I have made a small fortune conning the humans. I have done so quietly, making efforts not to attract Legion attention. It has been painfully difficult, and I'm tired of it. So, in a moment of furious genius, it came to me: One last job. One that can last me as long as I live, which, knowing demons, can be a very, very long time." Apollo turned around and faced everyone, a look of seriousness on his face. "A job of this magnititude can't be done alone. Kane here is an old accomplice, and I knew I could count on him, and of course, I sought the employ of others." As he said, his shadow seemed to grow and flicker on the wall behind him before fading slowly back to normal. "But it wasn't enough. I can't do this without a small army by my side. That is why I have you called you here tonight. If you agree, you will be undergoing a massive risk, but for a much more massive gain. Any of you who have worked with me before can attest that I do not shortchange accomplices. So before we get into the specifics, I need to know you are all committed. Can I trust you all?" (Last edited by Cairoi on 02-01-10 11:09 PM) |
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Lord Vulkas Mormonus Vile High Xeodent of Xeomerica. Since: 10-29-04 From: North Carolina, United States. World, Sol System, milky way Since last post: 106 days Last activity: 106 days |
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| Eralath's eyes narrowed ever so slightly as he walked towards the table. He was silent as he pulled out a chair and awkwardly sat in it, as if he were not used to chairs. "The word of a Xiuhcoatl is unbreakable." He said. "Once given, it is not broken. Thus, I pledge to you that as long as your plan does not hurt the Xiuhcoatl, I will not betray your designs to Legion."
His eyes swept over the room until once more focusing on Apollo. "But that is not to say that I will support you. Give me your plan, then I shall make my oath." |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4860 days Last activity: 4483 days |
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| "I'm afraid I can't afford that luxury, friend. I need your commitment now. Up front. You can back down now and leave, or you can agree and listen in."
Apollo stepped closer to the group, his eyes filled with deadly seriousness. "The spell I cast did not conjure a protection for us. You leave without agreeing, and your memory of this encounter will be wiped clean. You agree, and I hold you to it however I must. I am a demon of the old ways, and honor broken will be dealt with harshly." (Last edited by Cairoi on 02-01-10 11:07 PM) |
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The Accidental Protege Iggy Koopa I\"m your accidental protege... The gift, the blood, the thrownaway...\" Since: 03-08-05 From: Marching on the city of Southern Cross Since last post: 1177 days Last activity: 1177 days |
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| Bruce remained calm as he gulped at the thought of Apollo's true power. The seriousness in the host's eyes was magnanimous. Cindy reached into her pocket and pulled out a cigarette. With a snap of her fingers, it ignited as she held it between her lips.
I know I might regret this. Why the hell am I doing this? Why are we here? Even though these thoughts flooded Cindy's mind, she still stepped forward. She still chose to fight. "I'm with you. Let us in on your plan, boss-man." With this declaration, Bruce moved next to her. "If she's in, I'm in, too. Whaddaya want us to do?" |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4860 days Last activity: 4483 days |
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| Apollo's hands slowly rose once more. His whole body began to shake as his body produced a magical aura. The white hot ritual lines that had appeared on his body before now glowed bright hot. His human skin morphed into his true form, a black-skinned demon with great horns and flowing white hair. His jaw widened and his teeth grew into fearsome fangs. He roared in pain as his hands bent and twisted into claws. As his transformation completed, the room grew darker and darker, as though it was fading from the world. Soon, there was nothing but darkness as far as anyone could see.
"We are now in the Abyss. We will make this pact by the Beast." From the nothing behind them came two massive eyes of pulsing red. Apollo, now fully in his demon form, turned to it. "Great Beast, we come to you to form an oath." A great tremor erupted about the Abyss as the Beast opened its gargantuan mouth somewhere. "Then speak." Apollo stepped forward. "Until our quest has come to an end, be it fair or foul, we will be as kin, else you claim your just prize. Sun-Spot attests." The Beast nodded. Apollo turned his attention to the group. "Take your true form and attest. If you refuse now, no harm will come to you, but your memory of this oath and of the mission will be gone." |
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FX Zombie Marco Since: 03-24-06 Since last post: 3841 days Last activity: 3737 days |
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| Apollo's wave of light washed around Kane, standing ever stoic. In the darkness of the Abyss, the being that had seemed to be the darkest thing possible was practically glowing. As Apollo set forth their oath, his only response was to lock eyes with the Beast and nod. | |||
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Xeios You WANKER! Since: 08-16-04 Since last post: 5085 days Last activity: 1395 days |
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| Edward nodded, acknowledging the company surrounding him, as well as the power and importance of the oath he was about to undertake. He smiled lightly, and rose to his feet. With very little strain, as if he had done this many times before, his human form appeared to melt off of his body. Revealing a slightly larger figure than usual, standing at about six feet tall. A light blue hue to his body shone underneath of the frosted glass-like appearance of his skin. Where his eyes were located, were darker blue circles, and around those, flowing shades of blue, moving quite slowly. His defined form appeared beautiful, and were his flesh the color of Marble, one might take him to be a faceless sculpture from Greek times.
"I take the oath before you all, I shall see this mission through to it's bitter end." Edward spoke in a very regal manner. Though his words were well calculated, as was his every action. |
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The Accidental Protege Iggy Koopa I\"m your accidental protege... The gift, the blood, the thrownaway...\" Since: 03-08-05 From: Marching on the city of Southern Cross Since last post: 1177 days Last activity: 1177 days |
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| Cindy's eyes glanced to and from each person in the room, before finally meeting with the Beast itself. The tension was palpable. She stared into its eyes with conviction, as her focus surged through her like a rushing flood tide, and a wave of flame washed over her body, eyes glowing like galvanic stones.
"I will take this oath," she responded hesitantly, As she did, Bruce sighed as he relaxed himself before clenching his teeth and his fists. With an audible crack, his form became that of chiseled granite, the human body of his becoming a solid, gray, rough sculpture of pure rock. "I'm in, too. Her oath is mine as well." Such determination and straightforwardness rarely escaped Bruce's mouth, but this was one of his rare moments when the gravely voice poured out words of loyalty. Her lead was his; he never acted without Cindy's mutual approval. This was his fight now, as well. |
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