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Post by Mark Angelus Fri on Dec 6, 2009 11:37:50 GMT -5
*When Mark and Annette came close to the village they had been walking to for awhile now he could feel something, power which he could sense was not Trucido or any of the Sumata he had met. He couldn't exactly find out where it was coming from but he knew it was powerful.*
Mark: Stay alert... I feel something. *He said then he walked right away to where he saw the symbols.* It's hard to see, what these are the symbols... much easier to see up high.
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Post by King Roxa Hiaten on Dec 6, 2009 11:46:58 GMT -5
Roxa opened his eyes, he'd been sleeping in the chair for only a few minuitesbut a sense of power had woken him. It was nowhere near the weak power that emitted from the weak-hearted guards of the village it was much much stronger. Standing up straight Roxa unsheathed his swords and clambered out of the window onto the roof again cursing that he did not have his large black overcoat to hide him in the darkness having to settle for the white leather armour instead. Wandering to the edge of the roof he looked down to see two people enter the village... A man and a woman... Roxa clenched his grip on the weapons.
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Post by Alessia on Dec 6, 2009 11:59:39 GMT -5
"Oh wow, who are those people!?" She practically shouted from the window behind Roxa. She climbed out and stumbled near Roxa, "Who are they? Other Saints, did I forget someone in our group?"
She tried to stay as still as possible for one wrong step and she would fall right off the roof.
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Post by King Roxa Hiaten on Dec 6, 2009 12:02:12 GMT -5
He held one of the swords up to block off Alessia "No..." He practically hissed glaring daggers at the pair "They are not Saints" He lept from the rooftop, incresing the air pressure around him to slow himself down. Once he landed on the floor like a lithe animal he wandered over to the new comers his weapons in hand, once he was within fifty yards he pointed the dark black blade which had earnt a reputation as a weapon of fear and hate at the man "Who are you?!" He asked un-nerved by the man's power.
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Post by Mark Angelus Fri on Dec 6, 2009 12:07:44 GMT -5
*Mark didn't turn right away even when Roxa yelled out at him, he actually waited a moment then turned to him.*
Mark: Why, I'm just traveling through these parts with my friend here. *he motioned to Annette.* Please put your blades down.
*Why in the first part of his sentence he spoke with a lighter voice he darkened it at the end as to growl at him, his cat like eyes scanning the boy.*
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Post by King Roxa Hiaten on Dec 6, 2009 12:11:59 GMT -5
Roxa did not lower his weapon at all "Never in my life... has power emitted from a single being" He said somewhat breathless "Never have I felt such power emitted from a single being" He corrected himself "Where did you come from?"
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Post by Mark Angelus Fri on Dec 6, 2009 12:20:40 GMT -5
*He smiled letting his fanged teeth show. The boy had interesting power, he was interested where he got this power.*
Mark: I...? I come from a place known to many as the final resting place. *He paused.* And you?
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Post by King Roxa Hiaten on Dec 6, 2009 12:28:40 GMT -5
Roxa shrugged clearly unfazed by the sharp fangs "It appears in all my time of living I have forgotten where I lay my head" He said his weapon lowering ever so slightly spinning the other so it spun 360 degrees in his hand before pointing at the floor "And the final resting place? What does that make you?" He asked his eyes narrowing slightly "Some sort of demon?"
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Post by Mark Angelus Fri on Dec 6, 2009 12:32:12 GMT -5
Mark: You never can tell these days, between angels and demons... anyway, they're all the same to me. *He looked at him, he was differently a threat to him even if he put his blade down. Who was he working for?* A long time ago, I was an Archangel.
*He wouldn't normally tell anyone this, he wanted to see he reaction, aggressive, kindness, fear... he'd would soon see.*
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Post by King Roxa Hiaten on Dec 6, 2009 12:38:19 GMT -5
Roxa had an idea of the game he was playing, he kept his body still as possible simply raising the blade back up to it's original position "I think you need to see someone" He said moving aside to let the pair into the village "He will want to talk to you"
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Post by Mark Angelus Fri on Dec 6, 2009 13:35:18 GMT -5
Mark: Yeah? What if my friend and I don't want to go in...? *He was actually considering going, find out what he's working for and what they want. His reaction was interesting, so he would need to keep his guard up.*
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Post by King Roxa Hiaten on Dec 6, 2009 13:45:06 GMT -5
Roxa's grip tightened on the silver weapon, the one rumoured to represent Roxa's innocence and purity that was stolen from him at a young age "Then I'd have to take you to see him, I do not fear you"
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Post by Mark Angelus Fri on Dec 6, 2009 13:50:59 GMT -5
Mark: How weird, because I do not fear you as well. *He held out his hands, two blades flashed into his hands. One with two snakes rising up the blade and another with a weird shaped moon for a arm guard.* Don't threaten me or my friend ever again, you want me to come I want answers first.
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Post by King Roxa Hiaten on Dec 6, 2009 13:54:55 GMT -5
"You will get your answers once we have ours" He said his grip tightening on both weapons, his gaze moved over the man's weapons "Some unique swords there" He said swinging the dark sword around again.
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Post by Mark Angelus Fri on Dec 6, 2009 13:58:23 GMT -5
*He looked at Roxa and lowered his sword a bit.*
Mark: Then what is it you want to know? *He could sense others, and he didn't want to get into a fight without knowing how many he's fighting.*
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