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Post by Serapis Geist on Mar 9, 2005 17:50:45 GMT -5
"Shh...shhh...Quiet Serapis..you'll get caught.."
The voice of a young woman whispered softly in the dim lights of the street. The voice was soft, muscial almost, but quivering with the excitement of crime. Serapis Geist had struck again.
The night was silent as usual in the bleak city of Ragnarok...then again it was always night in Ragnarok. The perfect place for crime..a city of eternal night, warring over religion and machines.
Petty crime went easily unnoticed. Even if it did involve the murder of a man.
"Hahaha...that was an excellent adventure. I live for the thrill of Death."
Serapis mused to herself, swinging a heavy bag of gold about her fingertips, whistling as she stepped beneath one of the twinkling street lights. Her pale figure, donning the color of black matched her surroundings. She was the very essance of beauty defiled, and lost.
Her image dissapeared as soon as it had come, lost in the darkness of the the everlasting night, the only evidence of her existance was the presence of her dim shadow.
A wanderer eternal, Serapis had no particular place to go, except away from the body of the man she had just killed. Clever as ever she was, there was no evidence that she had killed the man, no blood spatter...anything.
Serapis was an excellent thief.
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Post by Serapis Geist on Mar 11, 2005 16:00:12 GMT -5
The hips of the murderous newcomer to Ragnarok swayed gently as she walked through the night. Her figure shrouded in shadows, revealed only by the glimmer and shine of the street lights.
A soft sigh escaped her lips, fluttering past them to join the cool air of the night. Her foots steps directing her to the nearest Inn. She needed a drink. Killing always did make her thirsty.
She followed the glow of the lights, parting her lips to sing softly to herself, to chase away the dead silence of the air around her.
"I'm rotting inside, Whisper, “are you dying?” in my ear..."
The sound of her own voice comforted Serapis as she neared the inn, the only soul in the surrounding streets. She grinned happily, jumping off the edge of the side walk to dance in the middle of the quiet street.
"Thorns shred my finger tips, and drips toxic blood...kiss me one last time."
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Post by Synthos Warrick on Mar 12, 2005 12:33:09 GMT -5
Through the backstreet alleyway came a dark figuer walking with spiked hair, and one could easily see his dirty blonde spiked hair. A sheath was at his side that looked like it held a katana, wearing a black battle suit of linen and a shoulder pad. He was walking through as if he was patrolling and seemed to have an emotionless face. The dark city Ragnarok was truly this man's home. He had then looked at the young woman he found as he walked forward like he was going at her except walking past and stopping next to the wall next to the inn leaning on it closing his eyes and putting his arms crossed.
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Post by Serapis Geist on Mar 12, 2005 19:27:38 GMT -5
"Funny how the night can be so lonesome.."
Serapis whispered to herself, overcome by a sudden sense of emptyness. She paused in her dance, standing deathly still, the cool air running its chilly fingers gently through her red colored locks.
Serapis bit her lower lip, forcing herself to ignore the fears she felt. Suddenly she heard the steps of an on coming figure. Snidely placing her weapon beneath her the fold of her dress, Serapis turned towards the stranger to offer him an overbearingly innocent grin.
Instead, the darkened stranger walked right past her and to the inn. Serapis frowned slightly and hastened her step towards the inn. Perhaps this stranger would prove useful to Serapis. She was always in need of a friend.
As she neared the shrouded stranger, a beautiful smile crossed her lips, welcoming in all aspects. And as soon as she was within talking distance Serapis spoke out to him charmingly.
"Hey you!"
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Post by Synthos Warrick on Mar 13, 2005 10:02:12 GMT -5
Trucido just looked up as he heard her. To him she seemed to be a decieving little wench, but still decided to stay as the silent warrior he really was. She seemed to have a somewhat dark aura also, but to him not as dark as others he knew. Deciding to move up and look at her, his eyes staring at her. So what was with this...what did she want? He just put a small grin while he looked towards the ground, then back up at her.
"What is it, what do you want?"
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Post by Serapis Geist on Mar 15, 2005 18:46:56 GMT -5
Serapis' smile shone with the glory of the sun, despite the black fingertips of the night time that surrounded her. She eyed the stranger, her smile ever present on her appealing visage.
"What do I want..?"
She asked, the left edge of her lip rising into a soft smirk. There were lots of things she wanted, so many things that involved a number of things..
But first...
"What do I want...Hmm..How about your name, Handsome Stranger."
Serapis' grin widened as she questioned him for his name. She shifted her feet, resting her right palm warmly on her bared hip.
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Post by Synthos Warrick on Mar 16, 2005 5:45:19 GMT -5
As he saw her grinning, he unfolded his arms, letting his hair still become the spiked blonde that it was. So this lady wanted to play games with him he thought...so be it. He thought to himself, oh I will show you how to play games alright...my games. For now he thought he would just play along. A small grin formed upon his lips as he slowly began walking towards the woman.
"My name....is Trucido."
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Post by Serapis Geist on Mar 17, 2005 11:29:20 GMT -5
Serapis' pale strawberry colored lips repeated the stranger's name beautifully.
"Trucido...? A suiting name."
Serapis mused playfully, stepping closer to him to loop her pale skinned arm around his. She smiled at him softly and brought her free hand to motion towards the bightly lit door of the inn.
"Shall we..? The light is welcoming, even if it doesn't offer the same warmth as the sun."
She tugged him gently with her, guiding him towards the door of the inn. She still needed that drink.
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Fate Ormoriam
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Post by Fate Ormoriam on Mar 17, 2005 22:48:03 GMT -5
The Vampire slowly creeped along the rooftops of the buildings surrounding,the only thing giving off any sign that the creature lurked was the gold illuminating from his pupils,his pale,nearly blue flesh causing the moonlight to glare off of him as if he were made of glass.As the creatures grin slowly grew to enourmous size,his canines seemed to gleam in the light,the pearl white of his canines seeming to light up his face in the moons dim light
As he watched the two his long,crimson stained fingernails slowly dragged along the ledge of the building,his eyes fading from their vampiric hue of gold to a calming,hypnotic sky blue,tipping his head his knee length,wavy raven locks swished and swayed about his massive form,he standing erect at the full height of 6'11,showing no signs of caring of the fall upon his long,emotionless poker face,he took a leap over the side,the massive cape and lengthy locks nearly mixing to appear as a set of raven black wings,though falling to the same shapelessness of before as he landed to his feet upon the street below,turning his head toward the door of the inn the two had proceeded toward.
"Mortals..."
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Post by Synthos Warrick on Mar 18, 2005 17:51:06 GMT -5
"...I don't really care."
He said as he went inside hearing the word mortals by an unknown stranger. Typically he wouldn't care but he could sense an aura revolving around the person. Never the less he decided if he wished to talk to go inside. He just walked staring at the other's as they watched the two enter. He went to the clerk up at the front of the desk. His eyes examined the man's features as he hit the desk to get the man's attention.
"A room for the night. Both of us. ..."
The man looked at him as Trucido's eyes flared red. The inn keeper also noticed who he was. He grabbed the key going upstairs to room number 8. He went inside, and waited for the woman to go in. He took a lean to the wall as he enterred staring at the room.
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Post by Serapis Geist on Mar 20, 2005 16:46:41 GMT -5
Serapis turned sharply, her arm slipping away from Trucido's in a flash, her finger curling warmly around the cool metal of her infamous murder weapon.
She felt threatened momentarily, her eyes dartin gup towards the building tops...but to no avail. She could not see in the dark.
"Trucido...did you hear something...?"
She loosened her grip from her weapon, bringing both her palms to rest lightly on his forearm, tearing her gaze reluctantly from the night sky. Tricido motioned for her to enter and she did...her senses hightened.
There was another stranger about...someone Serapis couldn't see. Serapis hated being the one without the upper hand. Struggling to shrug off this unwanted feeling Serapis tugged Trucido along to their room, speaking softly.
"Have you always lived in Ragnarok, Trucido..? Or are you a wanderer like myself..?"
Serapis flashed him her beautiful smile, radiant as the sun.
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Post by Synthos Warrick on Mar 20, 2005 17:01:32 GMT -5
"Just relax. I am pretty sure there's nothing out there that I can't handle."
He looked to her with a grin on his face. Before he went in she had asked him if he was always here in Ragnarok. Heh, well she was curious he thought. He had been to many lands all over but was mostly sighted here though. Trucido shrugged as he answered the question.
"I've been to a lot of places. I find myself coming here often because I feel I guess..comfortable and where I gather supplies. Why don't we relax for a while? I'll stand you can do whatever you need to do."
He said as his emotionless face looked down to her. He enterred laying his back upon the wall there. His eyes closed as he started to go into deep thought.
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Post by Serapis Geist on Mar 20, 2005 17:13:05 GMT -5
Serapis arched her brow slightly. Trucido seemed ever so slightly cocky, almost full of himself. A rather mocking grin slithered across her lips as she spoke.
"I wasn't implying that I was scared. Just because I'm beautiful, doesn't mean I can't protect myself."
Serapis laughed and stuck her cherry red tongue out at Trucido, slipping her small sword out from beneath the folds of her dress, letting it rest on the table besides her.
She flopped into a big red chair, her black dress poofing about her slightly.
"Annoying lace..."
Serapis growled to herself, taking a moment before responding to Trucido.
"You find this place homey..? Yuck! This place is just like where I came from. Minus the massive guild of Thieves. This place is the pits, but I ran out of money for a bit and got stuck here."
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Post by Synthos Warrick on Mar 20, 2005 17:22:36 GMT -5
Huh? Where was she getting some of this from? 'just cause I am beautiful doesnt mean I cant protect myself?'. Most women say that and they wind up dead or almost dieing. He just decided to just stop thinking and then open his eyes as he looked at her. So this was the pits for her huh? Well she didn't know the city..most things happen at day but at night a lot of crimes do happen..It was the city of Eternal Night. Too bad though. The darkness in my heart craves for bloodshed I thought. Pretty soon I'll have to start something up to make a war he continued thinking.
"Oh? Get used to this city..its full of surprises. Don't you go and "fix yourself" now like most women do?"
He said grinning. So what if he was an asshole or being cocky..its the way he was.
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Post by Serapis Geist on Mar 20, 2005 17:32:42 GMT -5
"Fixing myself..? Excuse me. You try wearing lace and looking perfect in it at the same time."
Serapis nodded, settling into her chair comfortably lifting her frail-looking fingers to her hair, brushing a few locks of it out of her line of site. She eyed Trucido for a moment, rather charmed by the soft lined of his face.
"You're just as handsome as I. Lucky you."
Serapis scoffed playfully.
"There's no way I can get used to this place. I could never get used to any place, unless it provided lots of income. Its not the crime that bothers me."
Serapis grinned wickedly, flashing back onto her murder earlier tonight. Killing had always invigorated her. A trait she had inherited from her father.
"Its the dark. You just can't get the right light and that for a thief is the hardest challenge. Pure speculation of course."
She mused, twirling a lock of her hair about her index finger.
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