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Sinfjotle Lordly? No, not quite.                    Since: 11-17-05 From: Kansas Last post: 6293 days Last view: 6291 days |
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| OoC Yeah yeah, basics, here, go.
Uomo was in a particularly odd mood today. The flower of the rose in his mouth tasted bitter sweet with the blood of his next "victim". It was his job after all, to hunt these people down and put their lives in danger. He never justified his job, he didn't really like it much either though. He believed he was above most normal people. Above their laws of death and life. He didn't whine or cry about anything, he thought everyone was below him, even his "boss" was below him in ways. He did the work after all, a part of him must enjoy it, but he just didn't get any reward from it. In his own eyes, he was sinless, perfect, and nothing a lowly person could say would ever jog him from this position. A thorn struck his inner lip and he looked forward a few miles, watching the earth curve slightly. He ripped the very end of the rose off, stabbing his finger with a thorn. He hurled it across this huge distance, the small piece of life turning into a projectile equal to a bullet. |
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Schweiz oder etwas [12:55] (Dr_Death16); I swear, the word drama needs to be stricken from the dictionary, for I've heard it so many times, it will permanently be imprinted on my brain   Since: 11-17-05 From: Kingston, Rhode Island Last post: 6291 days Last view: 6291 days |
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| OOC: Whatever, we've discussed this.
The man's target, a young man in a black vest and jeans of the same hue (or lack thereof), heard the rose whiz through the air, adjusted his sunglasses, and raised a hand, spreading two fingers as the flower flew towards his face. A nigh-invisible wire, looped around his index and middle fingers and suspended between the pair, sliced the rose in twain, and the two parts flew past the boy's face as he blew towards them with just enough wind to diverge their flight. Effortless and calm, he said nothing as he continued walking towards this callous prettyboy. He was too fast for death to keep up, and too silent for Hell to hear him coming. His name? He never said it. He never said much of anything. He hadn't heard his name in years. He had spent his life running from world to world, and each new one had given him no notice, and no name. Here, there were only those who knew him as "Miller". Here, he had chosen to stay. |
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Sinfjotle Lordly? No, not quite. Since: 11-17-05 From: Kansas Last post: 6293 days Last view: 6291 days |
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| Uomo smiled, thorns pressing into his already bloody lips. He could see Miller wasn't just strong willed, he already had a strong body. Maybe his work was unnecessary here? That was just fine with him. As Miller moved towards him he adjusted the rode to his cheek, more thorns entering his mouth, cutting his gums and lips.
He started to move towards Miller, blood dripping from the end of the rose to the ground. He stopped suddenly and it dripped once more, catching the wild plants of fire, spreading in a torrent of flames at Miller, but they opened for Uomo. As the flames came towards Miller, they split and made a circle around him, turning into an inferno wall. If he was brave enough he could just dive right out of the fire and he might survive it. Uomo just walked the path of the scorched earth, ready to enter the circle when he finally got to it. |
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Schweiz oder etwas [12:55] (Dr_Death16); I swear, the word drama needs to be stricken from the dictionary, for I've heard it so many times, it will permanently be imprinted on my brain Since: 11-17-05 From: Kingston, Rhode Island Last post: 6291 days Last view: 6291 days |
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| Miller said nothing and kept walking, approaching the wall of flames. He took a short hop, and sailed into the air as a tiny hydraulic motor in his shoes fired off like a piston. He flipped once, and pushed his shades back up his nose as he passed cleanly over the wall, landed on the ground, and kept walking slowly, methodically, towards Uomo.
He whipped a hand out to his side, and there was a silvery shine in the air that streaked about, a wire extending itself from the sleeves of the shirt that he wore beneath his vest. The wire, an extension that the eye of a sniper would barely detect, raced towards Uomo and attempted to ensnare him. To the untrained eye, Miller was merely walking with his hand to his side, but the gentle movements of his fingers belied his true strategem... Within them was his key to victory. There was no need for talk, he knew why he was here. Somehow, in some way, he knew. |
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Sinfjotle Lordly? No, not quite. Since: 11-17-05 From: Kansas Last post: 6293 days Last view: 6291 days |
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| Uomo's smile became wider and his teeth began to show, blood filling his mouth slowly. The fires vanished and the burnt patches of ground sprang to life. Uomo leaped towards Miller now, moving with an unreal lightness. He came down towards Miller like a cannon ball, his landing was like one too. He tried to use his hand to crush Miller's skull into the ground, but he expected to miss. When he hit the ground, the earth was shatter under him, spraying up debris like a stick of dynamite went off. The rose in Uomo's mouth started to bleed it's own life from it's stem. |
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