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Post by Trucido Damnedblood on Oct 13, 2009 14:28:14 GMT -5
"Why didn't you wait until I was dancing and throw the knife in my back?" He asked him, as he dipped Mark down. Some of the other Earth beings looked down his shirt. Trucido then press his free hand on Mark's stomach, just softly, and then he dragged his hand up to Mark's chest and brought him back.
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Post by Mark Angelus Fri on Oct 13, 2009 14:35:22 GMT -5
*When he brought him back up Mark answered him.*
He had cold eyes.* You know I've tried many times to get you to stop, and I know you're not responsible for anything that has happened to me. In fact the world would be destroyed if not for you, so in ways I owe you. Which is why I owe you the ability to see your killers eyes as he kills you. Understand now, brother?
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Post by Kouichi - Yami No Kuro Raion on Oct 13, 2009 14:45:55 GMT -5
Kouichi shook his head, amazed.
"I... don't know. BUt.... that.... wow." He couldn't find any words to reply to Lana's comment.
Lana.
Memories rushed back to him and he blushed.
"Er.... welcome back, Lana."
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Post by Trucido Damnedblood on Oct 13, 2009 14:57:22 GMT -5
"Like your wife did?" He asked him, "Because she did see them, as they pierced right though her soul, as her body lose it." He dipped Mark again.
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Post by Mark Angelus Fri on Oct 13, 2009 16:57:49 GMT -5
*Mark eyes widened and broke away from Trucido, what did he mean? How did he know she saw them, how does he know so much?*
Mark: How did you know so much?! *He asked but made it look like part of the dance and finished unbuttoning his black tux and threw it to the crowed, leaving only his white long shirt that was cut down the middle from the knife.*
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Post by Trucido Damnedblood on Oct 13, 2009 18:26:18 GMT -5
"Whoa, this place is getting hot, I take it." He said as he twirled Mark. "Like the building that your wife was in when she croaked."
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Post by Mark Angelus Fri on Oct 13, 2009 18:35:34 GMT -5
Mark: Building huh? You're wrong, it was a celebration by the beach, I remember everything, sites, smell, the look on her face till the very end. You wouldn't understand though, what I felt, what I'm feeling. *He said stopping by him from the twirl as the fast paced music died down for a second or two.* And no, none of it has anything to do with you.
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Post by Trucido Damnedblood on Oct 13, 2009 18:51:21 GMT -5
"Oh Mark, I’m sorry for dying on you like this… please know the years we spent together was like a wonderful dream." He then smile evilly "Sounds familiar? Or, maybe this will..." He pulled something from the ankle. It was a bloody knife, "I never cleaned it."
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Post by Mark Angelus Fri on Oct 13, 2009 19:07:46 GMT -5
*Mark stopped, the words was hers, he shivered, stopping the dance, eyes wide in shock.*
Mark: W-w-what? *he asked unable to say anything more.* you... you... no... it can't be... it can't....
*He grabbed his head trying to think, one thing came into his mind.*
Mark: WHY DID YOU DO IT!? Brothers aren't supposed to do....*he then lost control rushing at him.* YOU BASTARD!
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Post by alexanderthegreat on Oct 13, 2009 21:08:40 GMT -5
During the dance, a voice had rang out loudly from the audience. The blond-headed figure of Alexander appeared as the owner of the outburst, his hands cupped over his mouth as he yelled out, "GGGAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYY!"
this, obviously, would have been before Mark decided to leap at Trucido angrily.
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Post by lana on Oct 13, 2009 21:26:36 GMT -5
Lana had looked away from the stage as the dance ended, facing Kouichi for a moment as he answered her...and she paled. He was back, he was awkward...and her throat was dry and couldn't seem to find anything to say.
"I...w-well...h-uh...hey," she mumbled while furrowing her eyebrows, failing in her attempt to look like her casual self, trying to ignore what just happened only minutes ago between the two of them.
"S-so this dance is kind of interesting," she tried again with a simple conversation, trying to keep away from...well...that memory...
and just in time to look back at the stage and see the problems upon it. Lana sighed and shook her head as she grumbled, "those f***ing boneheads..."
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Post by Trucido Damnedblood on Oct 13, 2009 21:59:13 GMT -5
Trucido looked at Mark, and grin. He placed his hands right under his ribs grab Mark's love handles. He twirled his over his head and then he squatted down, extending his back leg and then he place Mark's feet on his feet and his back on his knee.
"I am not your brother, traitor. Stop calling me that." he said calmly. He then placed Mark on the ground and walked away, towards Lilith.
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Post by scarth on Oct 14, 2009 2:39:53 GMT -5
Scarth had been enjoying himself much to his chagrin. The enchanting story that had played out had excited him, and his twisted mind had created spitting images of the implied characters all too well. He had not even seen the Heroes as the lights had moved around their forms, but rather an animal prince, a flaming raven and a harsh armored knight. He stood and burst into applause as the lights went out. "Hahahaha, wonderful. So tragic, so bloody. I loved it." His disposition did not even falter when he saw some of his allies look at him strangely, nor did it when the Other muttered to him about some confusing notion concerning 'cheering for the enemies'.
Yet for every amount of enjoyment he had had from the last performance, it was stripped from him as he saw the blond pretty boy snatch Trucido's hand and flutter about the dance floor with him. His upper lip twitched in annoyance at the stupidity of the entire affair, and hissed aloud through the entire performance. It was not for the fact that two men were dancing; Scarth didn't care about that. After all, the blond Hero looked womanly enough that for a moment Scarth's mind had wandered in the depraved world of 'what if?', had he been able to capture such a pretty young thing alive.
No, he was sickened by Trucido fraternizing with this... Mark. He had hoped with each twist, each twirl of their forms that he would again see the splash of crimson against the floor, only to be disappointed again and again. Even the Other seethed as it watched them preen about, hearing each teasing phrase uttered by Trucido. Even the climax of his revelation to the boy seemed empty; nothing more than him playing with the boy.
How dull. Must we really follow this man? He feels too weak, too unguided for me.
You must Scarth. To taste true power, we will continue to work under him. Follow him for now, and claim satisfaction at the end.
Of course Other. You as always are wise.
Still, despite the sugared words of him demonic companion, Scarth could not resist facepalming at the entire affair. He hoped the next performance would be more appealing.
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Post by Mark Angelus Fri on Oct 14, 2009 12:20:41 GMT -5
*Mark stood on the floor, tears formed into his eyes as images of her death rushed into his head, the killer being Trucido. His fist shook as he hit the ground rising up and pointing his hand at him.*
Mark: Trucido! *He yelled his hand glowing.* Ain Soph Aur!
*The light ball started to form in his hand, despite everyone being here, civilians, Sumata, Heroes, none of it mattered to him. His target was now Trucido, whatever the cost.*
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Post by Andy Jammer on Oct 14, 2009 12:42:16 GMT -5
Before Mark could get out of the word 'Aur', Kevin's white cloak descended over Mark and swallowed him up. The cloak took Mark far away, where his attack couldn't damage anyone. The cloak floated back to his master, who was in discussion with Xisa.
"Xisa my old apprentice, allow me to teach how to, even if you lost, go down as the sexiest dancer of all."
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