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Post by Roara on Apr 15, 2008 18:14:07 GMT -5
(dont forget, you can see some ghosts)
"Yeah, like demons, and ghosts." Evan said, chuckling. He was a bit tired, not sleeping since the time he fell out of the sky on Gogol Bordello's car, so he layed back, and dozed off.
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Post by Jess on Apr 15, 2008 22:40:10 GMT -5
Symp sighs as she runs a finger through her now insanely long blonde hair. She sits down on the seat... her legsgrowing itchy against the cotton as it rubs on her bare flesh- since she had used the materiall in her magic to create the dress she wore now. When she finnaly settled down she fell back into a fit-ful sleep...tired.
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Post by piñata on Apr 16, 2008 7:46:42 GMT -5
"Head toward Thriller," Chung said. "I think that's where the action will be."
Up in the turret, Frankie groaned. Thriller, an abandoned carnival funhouse from which bloodcurdling screams and revving chainsaws could still be heard every night, was easily the most terrifying place in Music City. Situated in the far northern reaches of the city, it was in surprisingly good condition for a building that had been uninhabited for twenty-odd years... the pump feeding what was hopefully fake blood to the giant clown head whose mouth was the funhouse entrance actually still worked, causing red liquid to drip from the clown's abnormally sharp teeth once a minute or so. "Oh, great," Frankie said. "Everybody loves clowns."
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Post by Roara on Apr 16, 2008 9:56:40 GMT -5
"I hate clowns." Amy spoke up for once. Her black hair slid off of her shoulders, over the handle of the long scythe in her arms.
"Clowns deserve to rot in the deepest part of hell, where the only reason to bring them back would be to torture them."
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Post by piñata on Apr 16, 2008 10:37:11 GMT -5
"Any particular reason you feel so strongly about it?" Frankie asked curiously. He wasn't particularly fond of clowns either, but Amy apparently had an interesting story to tell about them.
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Post by Roara on Apr 17, 2008 1:06:47 GMT -5
"There is a group of Lich Necromancers who were originally a cult of clown actors in Germany. When they transmuted, their soul image, or what your personality looks like, which can only be read in the afterlife or by an authentic fortune teller, were all clowns. At first I believed clowns to be low life gypsies, that made their living by performing repulsive acts, and thievery." Amy paused to attempt to remember the story without exaggerating too many details.
"Their immortal bodies would have to be torn to shreds to destroy, but their souls would still be roaming this world, and be able to incarnate a body they had stored. Because the fools of England and France believe magic to be non existent, and by using their paladins to nearly make that possible, these lich are still around somewhere on this earth, but still in a certain range of their back up bodies."
Her green eyes shone with hatred and intolerance. Her father had been a lich, a descendant of the very one who had taught the cult how to harness the power. Her knuckles were red from her pale skin squeezing the scythe's rough leather grip.
"Out of the seventeen or so majors in the cult, a mere three remain in hiding, the three strongest. One is in Russia, one is still in the founding town of Leiche Germany, and the last one- who no one is sure if he is still around or not, one of Evan's forefathers, in Romania. You may not think of a vampire as a clown, which he wasn't, but when he was ruler, and he saw the performance, it became on of his personal shows he saw often."
When she looked up at Frankie you could see the sneer on her face, Black hair being blown to the side from a gust from her mouth.
"Celedaen, the lich in Russia, was the animal tamer. Unlike Evan, he is an expert at summoning animal demons, or zombifying animals. If you confront him you will not be able to simply go one on one with him, but most likely large mutated animals."
"Mannimarco is an elven lich. He relies purely on his own spells of defense and offense without the help on zombies or summons. That does not make him an easier foe though, his black spell craft is matched by few at his age."
"The last remaining- if remaining at all- is Lord Dracula himself. Weird as it sounds, he is a vampire that took the extra extent to immortality through process of liching. He is considered the strongest remaining necromancer, who fortunately who all who may combat him has little physical ability due to the lack of feeding on human blood. But, his black magical abilities are monstrous. It is highly unknown specifically the ability he possesses, but it is believed he has followers- called the dark brotherhood. They are few, and not liches as of now, but they carry out his orders in hope of restoring his power. His location is not known by all but his closest follower, and maybe on other." She finished, brushing the hair out of Evan's face that had fallen into her lap.
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Post by piñata on Apr 17, 2008 9:41:22 GMT -5
"An Elven Lich?" Chung asked, glancing briefly at Symphonia and the runes that had just appeared on her body. He imagined what an Elf could do with that sort of power, and supressed a shudder. Lord Dracula he didn't particularly care about -- the persistent rumor was that Dracula was dead, and Chung had come close to killing him personally the last time they had met. Dracula was less of a threat than he was perceived to be. The other -- Celedaen -- he had never even heard of. But this Mannimarco sounded like bad news.
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Post by Jess on Apr 17, 2008 11:10:37 GMT -5
At the mention of an Elven Lich Symphonia had be significantly less asleep then she had appeared, paying close attention to what was being said. Her eye' open as she sits up, looking at Amy intently as she goes about telling them the story. She nods as Chung asks the question, "Yes... an Elven Lich." And then she swallows hard.
"Its... my brother." And shes nodding again, sighing at the old wound that still festered in her back. A and is moved to push a lock of hair behind her ear. The runes about her body flashed breifly as an image appeared in a hazy sheet of glass behind her. The image was off a small elven girl, presumably her, tied down to a lab table with an elven male, presumabely her brothe, looming over.
She gulps again, not really noticing the image betraying her memories to the group. "Don't worry sister... relax..." She, and the male in the image said at the same time, as the little girl squirmed. "I'm just trying to help you... your the only one in the family who's magichas ye to awaken..." And he smiles, as he removes her shirt to paint rune over her stomach and liver. The little girl squirms, but remains quiet. Symphonia quivers a bit, but other wise stays...congnizant?
With a laugh, he continues to draw the runes. The table maneuvers in order to give him a better reign over her body. "Now. Hold still..." He says, as he begins to chant. Symphonia's eye's go wide as tendrils of red begin to syphon from the portions of her body covered with the runes.
"NO!" Symphonia herself shouts as she place her hands over her eyes. The vision in the hazy glass abruptly stops as she shakes her head in her hads, her body shaking with each intake of air. An aura of genuine terror washed over her, at the though of such a sensitive moment in her life being broadcasted for all to see...
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Post by Roara on Apr 17, 2008 12:50:54 GMT -5
(Unless Symphobia is like centuries old, the Elven Lich cannot be her brother.)
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Post by Jess on Apr 17, 2008 15:16:31 GMT -5
(Elves are Imortal dude. :3)
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Post by Roara on Apr 17, 2008 16:46:39 GMT -5
( O rly..? How old is Symphobia?)
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Post by Jess on Apr 17, 2008 19:00:27 GMT -5
((Symphonia... not Symphobia. Unless your trying to be mean and make fun of my character. And she herself would be fairly old, her brother would be /much/ older then her.))
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Post by Roara on Apr 17, 2008 19:22:13 GMT -5
(ah, understood. Sorry, I thought it was symphobia)
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Post by Jess on Apr 17, 2008 20:27:06 GMT -5
(( Its ok. :3 But yeah, her brother is at least 700 year older then she is... and shes like, 500 years old. Elve's just /appear/ much younger then they are. ))
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Post by Roara on Apr 17, 2008 21:29:15 GMT -5
"Why does she talk in her sleep?" Amy asked, turning to the Elf lying the back.
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