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Post by Trucido Damnedblood on Jun 17, 2009 14:49:32 GMT -5
"Well, it could help them to see their classmates faults and help them to tutor..." the Royal purple Archangel said
"Great, Mark and Zeb, fight." Trucido said as he picked them out of the crowd. Zeb was a short boy with thick glasses, and a knife as his weapon. "H-Hi Mark" he said.
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Post by Mark Angelus Fri on Jun 17, 2009 15:44:03 GMT -5
*Mark blinked looking at the angel boy. He was an angel, so why the hell was he so weak looking? Mark scoffed.*
Trucido, why do you want me to beat up this boy?
*He thought but quickly took it back, knowing not to underestimate him.*
Mark: Hello, Zeb. Shall we begin?
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Post by Trucido Damnedblood on Jun 17, 2009 16:07:22 GMT -5
"Y-yes" he said as he fired some fire missiles at him.
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Post by Mark Angelus Fri on Jun 17, 2009 19:43:12 GMT -5
Mark: Missiles? *Mark asked himself then he jumped up as the missiles slammed into the ground, he landed next to him.* Blind! *As soon as the white magic shot out he fallowed up with another spell.* Let's finish this with a Holy!
*The high level white magic shot out to Zeb.*
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Post by Profeta on Jun 17, 2009 20:14:54 GMT -5
As the dust cleared, a orange sphere was over Zeb.
"Please do not kill him." Profeta said as she brought her hand back to herself.
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Post by Trucido Damnedblood on Jun 17, 2009 20:16:40 GMT -5
"Sister, you are such a drag!" Trucido said "This removes the weak from the strong. This way the Strong survives."
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Post by Profeta on Jun 17, 2009 20:51:37 GMT -5
"But all life is unique and precious" Profeta "We should not waste it." She turned an looked that to other students.
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Post by Trucido Damnedblood on Jun 17, 2009 20:55:54 GMT -5
"His life would have not been wasted." Trucido said "His death would made Mark better. Good job, Mark" he walked behind Profeta looking at the other students.
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Post by Mark Angelus Fri on Jun 17, 2009 21:02:05 GMT -5
*Mark looked over at Trucido.*
Mark: Thank you Master Trucido. *Mark bowed. He was not fazed by anything Profeta said, he wasn't afraid of killing that boy... he would have if Trucido asked, for he made it his objectives to fallow in his footsteps and become an Archangel.* What shall I do next?
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Post by Trucido Damnedblood on Jun 17, 2009 21:07:40 GMT -5
"Just wait for the next order, You are doing well." Trucido said as he pulled out a bowl of Ice cream to eat.
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Post by Mark Angelus Fri on Jun 17, 2009 21:10:11 GMT -5
Mark: Yes, sir. *Mark nodded sitting back up and running off.*
*765 years ago.*
*Another student was sent flying, crashing into a tree dead.*
Mark: D- damn it! *Mark said falling to a knee, something inside him wanted out and he knew he shouldn't even if he was killed by this Demon that stood in front of him.*
*The Demon roared lunging at Mark.*
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Post by Trucido Damnedblood on Jun 17, 2009 21:44:34 GMT -5
A flash of red appeared in front of Mark. Trucido's six large luscious wings blocked the demon, attacking him. " Bad Demon." he said before his whip wrapped around the demon's neck. Trucido ran quickly around the demon and snapped its neck.
"How is it going Mark?" He asked him as he stroked his wings.
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Post by Mark Angelus Fri on Jun 17, 2009 21:47:25 GMT -5
*Mark blinked, Trucido finished this demon so fast it was amazing.*
Mark: Thank you, Trucido. *Mark said with a nod.*
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Post by Trucido Damnedblood on Jun 18, 2009 16:31:39 GMT -5
"You should had defeated that demon easily. Is there anything wrong?" He asked him.
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Post by Mark Angelus Fri on Jun 18, 2009 17:31:30 GMT -5
Mark: No, it's just, I, uh. *How could Mark tell him what was really going on? It was getting harder and harder everyday to control the god inside him.* I... have no excuses I messed up.
*Mark hated this, but he was worried what Trucido would do if he found out that he was loosing control.*
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