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 Posted: Fri Oct 26, 2007 8:50 pm
Mobius Nightshade (Oh, MUST I interfere!?! *sighs* You people and your lack of patience...) [How now, Mister Mobius? Are not you the impatient one to not allow others to answer before you?]
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Posted: Sat Oct 27, 2007 5:49 am
(Who else was going to save you, answer me that!)
Mobius wiped the sooty smear off of his abs, roaring at the fire-spewer. It as quite clear he was in a combat frenzy, like a shark when it catches the scent of blood, or a school of piranhas who found a choice piece of meat. He rushed forward, on all fours now. Through his feral grunts and growls, one could have sworn this was said:
"THAT'S MY PREY!!! BACK OFF!"
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Posted: Sat Oct 27, 2007 11:19 am
the creature in sasuke's body merely laughed. "i guess you'll die first then..." he made a larger fireball and threw it, but somehow....it disappeared just before hitting him. sasuke had regained control for a few seconds. "hurry.....get this....thing......out of...my...body....." the creature gained control again. "what a troublesome mind.....but nothing more....but you will die!" he kicked at mobius fiercly.
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Posted: Sat Oct 27, 2007 3:20 pm
Brooke called out as Sasuke's leg swung forward. As much as she wished to help the man who had defended her, she realized that he, to, was a threat. She scrambled to her feat, towing Mobius backwards in the process.
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Posted: Sat Oct 27, 2007 7:12 pm
Mobius responded instinctively, biting her arm. It started to glow blue...
(Oh, Bellabie, you're in for it now!!!)
Angelica's head lolled backward with a sickening snap. She moved no longer.
(Oh, pulling out the big twists now!!!)
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Posted: Sat Oct 27, 2007 11:01 pm
[Gods, Mobius. You didn't truly... I mean, certainly not... well, that!] Brooke's eyelids grew heavy. This binding ritual was pulling every waking moment and breath from her. Justin moved towards the sound where Angelica had been and stumbled awkwardly over her legs. He fell a metre away from where Mobius stood. Calling for Brooke's assistance, Justin extended his arm and grasped her fingers, but they were growing increasingly cold and weak.
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Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2007 5:56 am
(Oh, indeed I did! Angelica is dead and now Mobius might just go off... THE DEEP END... Now, do you want someone to save you before anything can REALLY happen, or do you want to lose a few years of your life to this beast?)
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Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2007 9:10 am
((I shall join.
Character Name:Matthew
Brief History:He was attacked by monsters a lot, and usually they were bad. Minotaur, cyclopes, three times a Fury. He fought his way to Camp Half-Blood. Also realized potential as a fire elementalist; Is training in fire.
Gender:Male
Appearance:Electric blue eyes, sandy brown hair, normal teenage clothes.
Ability/Artifact:Aegis, limited thunder, limited fire
God Parent:Zeus
Age:14
Occupation:Student
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Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2007 9:46 am
[Fire and Zeus? Hm... An interesting combination... Welcome, good sir! Mobius, I should like to do something, but my characters are either young or blind. Anyhow, whenever I write, I feel as though I might be leading the story away from where the other players wish it to go, and I don't want to ruin it for them...]
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Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2007 10:07 am
Matt smiled as he pressed back Clarisse with the Aegis. He struck her in the ribs, breaking some. He laughed. "So, even Ares, god of war, is weaker than Zeus? I truly am awesome!"
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Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2007 11:40 am
[He sounds a tad egotistical. Not everyone here is familiar with Half-blood, sir, so you will have to explain/diverge a bit. Also, have you read up on the story? We sort of need your character to join in... (Or Brooke does, anyhow....)]
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Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2007 12:01 pm
((Mmmhmm. I'll do that here.))
Chiron rushed over. He looked at Matt seriously and said, "Something is wrong. I can sense it." Matt smiled. "Really... Besides the fact Luke is coming to destroy camp Half-Blood soon with Kronos?" ((Luke is a bad guy in the series... He's going to invade Camp Half-Blood, the only haven for the "Half-bloods" or demigods, as soon as he recovers from nearly dying.))
((Okay, now where are you, exactly?))
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Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2007 12:04 pm
[Er, I cannot remember... Was it Philidelphia? Chicago? I really do not know...]
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Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2007 6:40 pm
(Near Walt's apartment in Chicago.)
The Mobius-thing was taking it's time, savouring the terror and taste of his victim. He relished the screams of horror, the twitching of the arm muscles as she feebly attempted to escape, the precious Youth filling him. In a manner of minutes, her teen years were gone. If he intended on stopping there, one could see it almost as a favour; she was an attractive adult, to say the least. 22.
60 seconds.
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120 seconds.
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(Just pretend it's a shark or something. Bop him on the head, knee his gut, kick him in the balls for all I care! You may not stop him, but you could deter him enough to let go for awhile. And Angie's gun still has a few rounds left, if you can snatch it in time...)
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Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2007 8:19 pm
[Say, now she's of legal drinking age, where I am. Fancy that!] Brooke writhed even more when it became apparent of what was happening. He awkward limbs flailed helplessly in a desperate attempt to get free. [I like your ideas, Master Nightshade.] Justin could feel the heat retreating from the body on the ground beside him [Gods, Mobius will be so heartbroken...] and, against his better judgment, took action. He found the firearm on the asphalt near him and clutched it with quivering arms. Silently, Justin prayed for Athena and wished that he would not hit the girl who he had so cared for. ... Two shots rang out. The empty clicking of the gun persuaded the blind man to drop the gun and allowed him to clutch his teary and bewildered face in his hands. Brooke fell to the ground. [Oh, I wish that I could film this scene. It would be lovely. In a trailer, I would cut off with a silhouetted of her falling so that the viewers could not tell if she were shot or not.]
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