Mortiss
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Unleash Hells Fire!
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Post by Mortiss on Jun 17, 2006 16:08:07 GMT -5
*Mortiss snarled at relaxed Sima, his mouth open wide, his yellow rotten teeth being shown off as if Mortiss was proud of his savagery, his breath was unbearable, as if he had spent his life eating raw bloody meat, torn from the bone. He licked his lips, his long blood red tongue wetting his brown lips. He moved his left blade closer till the tip just touched Simas supple neck*
"Wu are nothing more than lambs being led to the slaughter! A slaughter that I will personally afflict them with! They will burn! they will cry out in agony! they will beg for mercy! Their precious cities razed to the ground! their riches plundered! They will feel the fear that I shall bring upon them and misery shall follow them! I Mortiss will deal with these Wu scum personally!"
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Post by Sima Yi on Jun 17, 2006 17:00:20 GMT -5
Sima felt the blade touch his neck. Still not affected by this, for he knew Mortiss would not harm him.Still smiling, only his smile grew more devious by the second. Sima pushed the blade away from his neck and spoke "Surely you are a bold one. You will be an important asset to Wei on the battlefield, as your appearence alone will strike fear into the enemy. But I doubt you know much of what it takes to run a kingdom general. You cannot be two places at once. So will you fight Wu in the south and the bandits in the north all at once? Yi let his smile slip a little as the man's breath started to hit him. But he still would show no affect from the man's attempt to frighten him.
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Mortiss
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Unleash Hells Fire!
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Post by Mortiss on Jun 17, 2006 19:47:06 GMT -5
"So we have ourselves a would be Strategist then?"
*Mortiss slowly drew away his blades and sheathed them neatly across his back in an X shape, he turned his back to Sima and began to walk away his arms folded.*
"Hardly useful in a fight"
*He turned back to Sima arms still folded*
"You Strategists are all the same! You talk big but in the end its me who is going to have to fight your battles you so carefully plan. Wei does not need another blood sucking weasel like you, happy to give the orders but too weak and scared to get their hands dirty!"
*Mortiss spat on the floor, his eyes never leaving those of Simas, her cracked his neck from right to left and then began to crack his knuckles, finger by finger*
"Give me one thousand strong able men willing to die and effectively commit suicide in the name of Wei, and I would bring you the heads of every member of the Sun family, and every bandit chief that dared to disobey us. The problem is we have nobody like that in Wei, they have become soft and lazy, they obey orders from imbeciles like you!"
*He began to leave*
"If I trained those troops they would know no fear, they would become the perfect killing machines, they would reign chaos, panic and blood wherever they went! Wu and everybody else would fall with a silent wimper!"
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Post by Sima Yi on Jun 17, 2006 20:08:00 GMT -5
Yi regained his smile as Mortiss went on a sorta rant. Shaking his head as he spat on the floor. This Mortiss was more of a animal then Sima had expected. But this was a good thing.As Mortiss turned to leave Yi stepped forward and whispered in his ear. "you insult a man that you know nothing about. Those are the ways of fools. But surely you are no fool, just a tad too arrogant. Just so you know, I will lead my men into battle after I ...how did you say it?...so carefully plan my moves. Now maybe my presence on the front lines won't be as effective as yours, but it is these strategies of mine that will bring our enemies to their knees. Remember this general, for I like you...wei needs more warriors like yourself. With that said Sima made his way back to where Cao Pi was sitting. "I am sorry my lord. What actions do you wish to take.?"
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Post by Ryuu on Jun 17, 2006 23:17:34 GMT -5
The warrior merely nodding in thanks to his acceptance into the ranks of Wei. As he finished his eyes quickly shifted to the others in the throneroom. While some seem to enjoy voicing their opinions, the warrior took the opportunity to study and learn of the character of his peers. One, the individual who had just recently stormed into the throneroom, smelled of an odor that seemed to effect the health of all those around him. His appearance made him unruly to some, a "beast" if you will. This Mortiss was a character indeed, perhaps that's what makes him the perfect "Champion" of Wei. Sima, as Mortiss calls him, has right ideas of action but his lack of strength makes it a mismatch of opinion between the two individuals.
Either way, it was easy to see that Wei was filled with crazy individuals that would certainly fight to the death over any small matter. Definitely makes life exciting. The warrior turned to Mortiss and proceeded to hold his nose with his right hand.
"Ah, Mortiss. 'Champion' of Wei am I right? Descriptions I've heard of you...well...not exactly what I expected. But to tell the truth, you're better than I'd hope. As you've been describe, 'a beast' and whatnot, you have a certain character that is both threatening and yet reassuring. Your wild nature adds to both the pros and cons for our force, yet no worries, it's more so pros than the cons."
The warrior released his nose as he stretched his arms to show how relaxed he was. Talking isn't exactly what he likes to do, yet when surrounded by such people talking is far easier and much more enjoyable.
"An animal. I like to think of you as a dog. Loyal, fierce, and whatever else a dog is described to be. One who's barking at the end of his chain, just waiting to be released. Burn and pillage sounds like a motto. Sounds fun to me."
The warrior turned to Sima Yi and smirked. His concerns for the welfare of the military of Wei was good yet he really should take some action in some cases. Soldiers in the taverns? Drill the hell out of them. Politicians indulging? Drill the hell out of them. Beautiful women in other cities with no husbands? Drill the hell out of them. His eyes wandered about the room, focusing on key items or individuals before he turned back to Sima Yi in order to properly address him.
"Ah...yeah. Soldiers being lazy, then? I'll take it as an opportunity to show off my leadership abilities, I guess."
The warrior smirked as he pointed to both Mortiss and Sima Yi. His eyes wide as his hand moved back and forth between the two. He knew Cao Pi sat nearby but he didn't care. If there's a problem, it'll be handled later.
"Hard to believe we're arguing amongst ourselves when there are "problems" or whatever in our kingdom. 'Tis shame we fight allies rather than enemies. Perhaps you two will get along better if you held hands and skipped down the main road. Anyways, if you all decide to go kill some enemies, look for me - I'm interested in taking some lives."
The warrior turned toward the door and made a light waving gesture without facing toward his military peers. With a smirk he slowly headed toward the palace doors in aim to explore the city.
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Post by Zhen Xi on Jun 19, 2006 23:00:41 GMT -5
*Cao Pi listens to his new generals bicker back and forth, not at all worried that they wont be able to fight side by side. He put great faith into his men. Once finished, he reaches for a scroll, which Zhen Ji hands to him.*
Cao Pi: [blue]"I have here a list of tasks which I would like to be done. Some are more dangerous than others, but regardless, they must be completed."[/blue]
*A servent takes the scroll from Pi and unrolls it, then presents it to the generals to read and choose what they would like to do.*
(See task thread in Ye)
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Leon
Soldier
When the devil rides...
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Post by Leon on Jun 26, 2006 15:44:04 GMT -5
Another hour or so and he'll be in Ye, the capital of the Wei forces, the place where he'll seek his fame and glory out. His many made camp two hours away from the city and were resting from the long journey which lasted almost a week or so. He didn't know, Leon was never the one to count the days or months. He counted his battles, scars, women, drink, fingers when he was drunk. Galloping through the planes he could see smoke rising in the distance, he was here, maybe some 30 minutes. Taking a sip from his flask he continued the ride before he entered the city through its main gates. Leon rode around the city heading towards the palace in the shortest possible time, looking around as he did so. Many taverns, workshops, bazars etc. People were constantly in the move, not looking around once. Leon liked it, it was some three months since he was last in a big city. After some fifteen he reached the palace courtyard, letting out a wolf whistle as he did so. Man, this was huge, and fancy. Boy, he could get used to living here. Dismounting he let his horse be put in the stables by a servant. Continuing to walk towards the palace gate that lead inside he encountered two guards. Messing his hair up he walked pompously up to them.
''Yo, you two. I'm here to see your lord, king, whatever...''
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Xiahou Dun
Peon
"Essence of my father, blood of my mother, I cannot throw this away," he yelled, swallowing the eye.
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Post by Xiahou Dun on Jun 30, 2006 1:12:19 GMT -5
edit: sorry didn't read pages before this one
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Zhang Ren
Thug
"Look upon life as a game, war is a mere chance card in the game"
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Post by Zhang Ren on Jun 30, 2006 4:55:45 GMT -5
(OOC, Concerning Xiahou Dun's post, Just pretend I never came here as Xiahou Dun before him.)
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Post by Damian on Jul 1, 2006 10:40:26 GMT -5
*As the lives of all in Ye continued without halt, Damian made his way towards the Palace. After his... exploits... in the woods outside of the city, he had decided some much needed rest was required before returning to the palace. With Gabriel at his side the two strolled up the palace stair's towards the main gate. Even though his facial expressions revealed nothing of his thoughts, he was always amazed by the architecture of the Ye palace.*
*Before they could enter the palace, Damian noticed a man standing at the gates, talking to the guards. He held a flask in one hand, which caused Damian to cast a sideways glance at Gabriel, who only shrugged. Knowing the Lady and Lord were currently attending to other things, he supposed as Prime Minister he was next in line to speak with. He walked up to the man, nodding to the guards as he approached. His hands were firmly resting on the hilts of his katana's at his side, while his hair hung carelessly in his face.*
"I assume you are here to speak with the Lord or Lady? They are currently attending to other things. Is there anything I can help you with?"
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Sullivan
Thug
For the Holy Mother Sect - The 21 Sacarments
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Post by Sullivan on Jul 3, 2006 1:41:24 GMT -5
(Lots of Babbling about the Sect below…just put find and [1] to locate the actual part of my post which refers to (Walter) Sullivan’s actual entrance into Wei)
The Cult. Two words that had once plagued Sullivan as a kid now helped to fuel his goals in life – the rebirth of his mother, room 302 of that Inn back in England. He had traveled here knowing that the war going on would allow to him to keep his…business unnoticed. Furthermore if he was able to complete the twenty-one Sacraments. The Holy text had read as such -
‘The First Sign And God said, At the time of fullness, cleanse the world with my rage. Gather forth the White Oil, the Black Cup and the Blood of the Ten Sinners. Prepare for the Ritual of the Holy Assumption.
The Second Sign And God said, Offer the Blood of the Ten Siners and the White Oil.
Be then released from the bonds of the flesh, and gain the Power of Heaven. From the Darkness and Void, bring forth Gloom, and gird thyself with Despair for the Giver of Wisdom.
The Third Sign And God said, Return to the Source through sin's Temptation. Under the Watchful eye of the demon, wander alone in the formless Chaos. Only then will the Four Atonements be in alignment.
The Last Sign And God said, separate from the flesh too, she who is the Mother Reborn and he who is the Receiver of Wisdom. If this be done, by the Mystery of the 21 Sacraments, the Mother shall be reborn and the Nation of Sin shall be redeemed.’
So few at the Cult, outside of that woman that explained to him the fate of humanity…and the location of his mother, understood the ancient text but the sad truth was is that she died…died at humanities cruel and cold hand. But Sullivan had understood it! He not only understood it but he was working on accomplishing it. And all this war did was give him means to accomplish this goal while remaining undetected.
Already one of the twenty-one Sacraments, his abuser and former cult leader, was dead. One of the ten hearts toward his goal, the rebirth of the Holy Mother, his mother. She would come and sweep sin away from humanity, sweep away all those that dare to leave a stain on her world. And Walter…Walter’s goal in life, to return to his loving mother’s side will be fulfilled. And if he should die? Well – his protégé, Sullivan, could continue the Assent of the Holy Mother. A second Sullivan one might ask? Yes – a second Sullivan. An enigma onto the world. He shares all of Sullivan’s thoughts and memories…all implanted over time by his tutelage. At one point he knew one of them must die…11121 of 21121, the numbers of which he carved into each of his victims, was himself. And if fate so chose it, so chose that Assumption was he, then ‘Little Sullivan’, the kid with the same fate as he, would continue it. If not, well…then this enigma was so sealed away. Death onto him as to cause the rebirth of his mother.
But, then again…there was away to keep himself alive in a state of consciousness…Be able to resurrect himself. None of the other cult members were successful with that, dabbing into the Sects most sacred magic required skill! Skill that only he could possess but doubt still flowed in his mind, what if he didn’t? No, he could! For the Holy Mother so wished it to be!
Ah – but the Holy Mother, for a time, could wait. The first was claimed, that would be enough to stake her thirst…at least until he could take his own claim on this sinned land. As stated the war provided him with both the perfect cover and the perfect way to select and claim his victims…Sinners above all others – killing with no justice. He, he had justice behind his killings, even if the guards in his home land, those damn British, thought other wise. But that abusive man deserved it…deserved to have his head beat in by the same Tome he was preaching. The Vality Sect, one of three, including the Holy Mother, within that twisted cult. He abused Sullivan as a child for not obeying him, more so when the Holy Mother Sect took a hit two years ago, with the death of the priestess that had told him how to resurrect him mother. That was truly a loss. She was so nice to him…
Ah – but then that pig, that damn Vality Sect member, tried to use that as a state of weakness, to lure the children loyal to the Holy Mother to their side with his corrupted preaching. Vality was nothing but a guarding to the true god! The Holy Mother! Death to him for not seeing that, for preaching of Vality’s superiority, but even more for abusing those loyal to the Holy Mother for not join him.
Sullivan would admit that he enjoyed killing the pig, the fat leech of a man. He had lost most of his power as the other two Cults grew strong within the orphanage…but – he still deserved death, and that was what he got. And then, as following the 21 Sacraments, Sullivan removed his heart and carved the numbers ‘01121’ into his chest. Sullivan would have marked his forehead with the numbers, true, but…it was to disfigured to carve into. The Tome, that bloody Tome, was beside that man when they found his body, head bashed in…and instantly they knew who it was – then again, as with the removal of the heart, he had carved his name into the man’s chest, beneath the numbers, again in accordance with the Scriptures of the Holy Mother.
[1] Now Walter was here – the city of Ye – having studied Eastern Culture during his time in Rome. The land was at war and he would be glad to…reduce the Sinners from the enemy lines. Of course, he would not be entirely faithful toward his own side, as if the death of the Vality Priest, different cult or not, didn’t prove that. But Walter still had a sense of honor…if he marked someone for death within this force, this army of Wei, he would leave it before offering the blood of the Sinner to the Holy Mother. Because if he betrayed one of those within his only table of allies without first leaving that table, he, too, would be a sinner. He was only acting within the Holy Mother’s ways – and anything he did would be for her, not for these backward Kingdoms feuding over nothing. Once the Holy Mother came they would all die as it was…so why didn’t they try and repent themselves now, when the signs of the Holy Mother were so clear in the stars? Who could know…
What Sullivan did know was that he would have to act according to his plan and make sure not to alert them to his inevitable goal, his ultimate task, the rebirth of the Holy Mother. And for that he had to cast her aside, to earn their truth until he could strike, “Holy Mother I ask for your guidance and forgiveness, to allow me to follow the Sinners for your eventual wake. To allow the blood of one to stake your thirst until such I time I can offer a second…” With that Sullivan moved forward along the cobble road, approaching the overly luxurious palace of Wei. ‘Wasting their money on something like this…?’ Such a waste it was but he would keep that to himself.
The cobble on the noble’s estates, streets of sorts linking them to the palace, turned to even more luxurious stone, marble. Walter’s foot falls echoed off of them, rebounding off the walls of the noble’s homes. Many of them gawked at him, whispering to themselves about the state of his head, fresh blood still coating his forehead, as well as the large, rather prominent, coat covering everything below the neck. Due to the phase of the moon and thus the Holy Mother’s power, it was black. Daggers lined secret pouches throughout the coat, only know of by Sullivan himself. He walked with a staff and for each step he took there was a resounding ‘thud’ that marked the fall of his staff onto the marble as well. The top of the staff glinted with at first would appear a scrap of metal. In reality it was a rather long blade, about three inches long and two inches thick, stuck by Sullivan’s bare hands into the top of the pole.
Finally he reached the palace itself, making haste through the large arc that lined the path before the steps, he went up each, and with each was a thud of his staff and feet. Now, where as many others looked out of place, Sullivan must look like some kind of far off humanoid with the large coat covering most of his body, long locks of golden blonde hair falling about his shoulders. Emerald green eyes surveyed the doorway, avoiding the eyes of the guards before finally making eye contact with one. Twin guards dressed in similar armour crossed spears, or pikes, Sullivan didn’t take note of which, nor did he care to, over the doors. Now, had Sullivan not been meaning to enter the estate of this ‘King’, for there was no true royality but the Holy Mother, he would have killed these two in outrage for their…brutality to many that looked like him – a foreigner, or to peasants, the innocent…in their eyes, people under their leader’s dictatorship. But for now Sullivan merely donned a smile and nodded his head, before in a fluent Chinese accent spoke, “I…am here to join Wei’s ranks…may I speak with your Lord or whoever is in charge of this…estate…?”
(Jesus...er...Holy Mother! That was long-ish X.x)
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Post by Damian on Jul 4, 2006 14:51:26 GMT -5
*As Damian awaited a reply from the man in front of him he felt a soft tap on his right shoulder. He turned his head slightly, to get a glimpse at Gabriel, who directed Damian’s attention with a tilt of his head to a man scaling the palace stairs. He looked… foreign, to be quite honest. Damian examined him, and after quickly noting his overly large coat, decided that the man before him would have to wait again. Damian turned, in the direction of the stairs, then leaned into Gabriel’s ear and whispered something. Gabriel nodded, then just appeared to wait.*
*With his hands still resting upon the hilts of his katana’s, Damian waited till the figure was almost at the gate, before acknowledging he knew he was present. All the while, he would cast glances at the man, still assessing what he could from appearance about this man, while trying to seem preoccupied with his own thoughts. Before he could address the man, the figure spoke. So, the figure wishes to join Wei? No surprise really, since that’s what most come to the palace to do. Damian cast a look at Gabriel, too see what he thought, and noticed Gabriel was intently staring at the figures… hair? Damian found this oddly peculiar, and was about to comment when he saw it… blood. Dried blood. What an odd fellow indeed. Well, Wei had already accepted a man by the name of Mortiss, who was as odd looking as this one, but would assuredly prove to be an invaluable asset. Maybe this man would too.*
”The Lord and Lady are currently attending to other things at the moment, leaving me in charge. My name is Damian, Prime Minister of Wei...”
*Damian purposefully examined for quite some time, hoping to provoke a response from him. When no response came, he decided the simple questions ‘who’ and ‘why’ would be sufficient.*
”So, do you have a name…? And why is it that you have chosen our kingdom to join, instead of Shu or Wu…?”
*Leaning back against the palace wall, Damian awaited a response from the man, curious about his desires. All the while, Gabriel couldn’t help but feel a strange aura about the figure… Something just wasn’t right about him, but he couldn’t place it… Whatever, maybe he was just being over-critical. There are many people nowadays who give off unpleasant feelings to those around them. Perhaps, this was just another one of those unique individuals.*
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Sullivan
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For the Holy Mother Sect - The 21 Sacarments
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Post by Sullivan on Jul 4, 2006 17:07:04 GMT -5
Sullivan watched the figures within the palace. So many that could…put an end to the Holy Mother’s thirst. But even Sullivan knew that he was far to outnumbered to even attempt such a thing. Not here, not yet. Perhaps in time these figures would be worthy of her blessing but as of now they rested on a dangerous line between death and life - An eternal void of despair and sin or a life free from the shackles of temptation, darkness, void, despair, gloom, and chaos. It, like all things, would be tested in time.
Sullivan allowed his hand to skim over the inner lining of his coat, making it ripple lightly under his touch. Enough to notice but not enough to move the entire coat. In fact in barely phased the thick, heavy looking, coat. Truth be told it wasn’t all that heavy. He could run miles in the thing – and it wasn’t made to keep one warm as one might think at first glance. It was merely there to cover his body from sight, to prevent people from truly reading his movements. Sullivan removed his hands from his coat at about midway, revealing for a split second the grey undershirt he wore. From there his hands went behind his back, one hand holding the other within its grasp, and the one being held holding his walking staff. He stood waiting until the man before him, Damian, spoke.
He spoke first about a matter that had no real meaning to him. So the ‘Lord’ wasn’t there, nor was the Lady. Ha, all the better. Perhaps the Holy Mother was…cleansing their souls of the filth that no doubt rode upon it. Where they killed for power, he killed for peace. For that he was protected, but they, they would get what was coming to them in the end. If Sullivan couldn’t make sure of that he knew that the Holy Mother would, it was her way – to rid the world of sin and forever replace it with her eternal, unfaltering light.
His name? A simple enough question, as was the second question asked. Sullivan’s mouth broke into a slim, hardly apparent, smirk which in turn showed white, nearly unnaturally white at that, teeth. “Sullivan, Walter Sullivan. And I came to serve this…Kingdom,” He struggled with the last word, for in his Cult only the Holy Mother was royalty and by that only she could truly rule, not some twisted aristocrat, “Because it was the closest upon my arrival,” Which was, for the most part, true enough.
While awaiting Damian’s response he moved his hands back to his sides, his left holding the bloody tipped walking staff/spear while Sullivan’s right hand moved to his forehead, to move aside a bang of blood covered blonde hair that had fallen before his Emerald hued eyes. Though only using a single finger to move the bang aside the way he moved his hand showed the few, somewhat still bloody, scars on his hands.
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Post by Damian on Jul 4, 2006 21:12:57 GMT -5
*Damian watched the figure, almost as if expecting him to grow wings and fly away or something supernatural, however, nothing happened. So, the man before him was named James Sullivan. Damian was about to comment on the name, when he realized what that would promote… Questions about his name, which were strictly off limits. There was only one soul, living, that knew his real name – Gabriel. He listened intently to what his reason for joining Wei were, and was pretty shocked that distance was the deciding factor. Unconsciously, as Damian considered what he heard, a frown seemed to surface on his youthful face, making him look even more determined than he was naturally. His thoughts were quickly interrupted by the agitated voice of Gabriel.*
”So, in essence, you were too damn lazy to walk to Wu or Shu to join them? Damian, you can’t honestly be thinking about letting this guy join us! We can’t trust him!”
*Anger – an emotion normally never expressed by Damian, at all. Damian was a man who valued his soldiers, friends, and lords opinions; however, they all had a proper time to be given. This was not the time for Gabriel to be voicing his concerns. With a look that could have easily frozen a forest fire, Damian shot a look at Gabriel. Gabriel, having known Damian longer than any other person alive, quickly knew his mistake and lowered his head and silenced himself from further outbursts.*
*Damian sighed, whether on purpose or accidentally, no one was sure. He pushed himself off the wall and walked over to where Gabriel stood. Gabriel looked up quickly; too see the expression on Damian’s face, before once again lowering his head to intently stare at the stone floor below him. Damian stood before Gabriel, placing both hands on his shoulders, then leaned in and whispered something in his ear. It was long, whatever Damian was saying or explaining, because Gabriel nodded many times before the lecture finally ended. Then, as if nothing had happened, Damian spun around, facing Sullivan, and spoke in an authoritative tone – uncharacteristically natural for someone his age.*
”I’ve decided that you may join our cause, Walter. However, there are two prerequisites. Are you still interested in joining us, knowing this…?”
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Sullivan
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For the Holy Mother Sect - The 21 Sacarments
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Post by Sullivan on Jul 4, 2006 22:55:50 GMT -5
Indeed it would promote a question in return. If he asked about the name ‘Sullivan’ he would ask about the name Damian. One question for another – a common courtesy, well, to most it was, anyway. To Sullivan it was merely an exchange of information. But Sullivan liked to remain, for the most part, secretive about himself and his reasons for being here. If needed he would lie through his teeth to…impress these men, to make them trust him. Naturally Sullivan expected the frown, but far from it did he expect the outburst from Damian’s…lackey of sorts.
Sullivan’s face casually broke into a grin, one that naturally gave his appearance and even more demented one than was formerly present. The deep, nearly corpse-like sockets of his eyes standing out even more against the semi-pale skin. “Oh, allow him to speak as his heart desires,” Sullivan had to stop himself from commenting further than that about the man’s heart, “After all, it is one of the strongest muscles – power over…temptation, despair, gloom, wisdom, darkness…” Sullivan ended his speech there and then, needing to say no more than that.
Sullivan’s emerald eyes watched Damian as he pushed himself away from the wall and walked toward his apparent friend, whispering something in his ear. Sullivan was good at reading lips, but from the angle he was facing, well, Sullivan couldn’t, preventing him from ‘listening’ in on their conversation. Not like it very well mattered to him. Sullivan wore the coat as to prevent others from reading his movements and it was as such that he studied body movement. And, when his muscles lightly tensed, he turned. He wasn’t an expert, of course – he could tell that the person was to move, but not how or exactly when. It didn’t come in as such a great talent as such but only as one that could provide him with a hint, a hint that most natural warriors had. As Sullivan was no born warrior, but slowly, as to better his goal toward the Holy Mother, he was training himself be one.
Sullivan grinned, two questions, eh? Simple enough, “Very well…what are they? And afterward, I shall see if I have a question for you, Damion…”
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