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Post by Deleted on Aug 23, 2016 17:15:04 GMT -5
@ fari ;; ack! Sorry for poofing, I took a shower and had lunch And take your time! I know how difficult it can be to figure out how to word everything, haha
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and there's a million dogs i haven't pet but just you wait .... just you wait
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Post by nefarious on Aug 23, 2016 17:39:10 GMT -5
sand: okay update, i have dance till 9pm (it's 3:38pm right now) so I won't be able to finish writing until then. I'm so sorry! but I promise there will be one up before tmrw!
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Post by Deleted on Aug 23, 2016 17:40:56 GMT -5
@ fari ;; finally somebody in the same timezone as me ;u; Alright, have fun!
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Post by Vɪᴛɪᴀᴛᴜs on Aug 23, 2016 18:23:45 GMT -5
Zuriel, Angel of Harmony currently resides over the city of Chicago
He gave a lopsided grin at the Demon in front of him, his head tilted to the side in mock confusion. "Aw, c'mon." He crooned at the creature below him, "I thought you had more fight in you than just that pathetic performance. Have the rules in Hell changed so much that you're all this weak?" His cobalt eyes briefly flashed to their original gold color before resuming to their stormy hue as he gazed at the Demon with something akin to disgust. He had to change his appearance a bit if he wanted to walk amongst humans on the busy streets. His eyes would cause too much attention in a crowd.
He vaguely noticed that his lip was bleeding and he frowned in distaste. How did the scum below him manage to get in a scratch? He probably wasn't paying much attention. Sheesh, he'd have to focus more. Wouldn't be so good if he was taken over by a weakling such as this Demon. He rubbed at it with a hand, wiping away any trace of the golden blood before glancing down at the figure who was being held at his feet. "Well, I guess it's time for you to go." He shrugged, as if this was an everyday thing.
And for Zuriel, it was.
He was one of the chosen few to make his rounds amongst the more populated cities of the world; the ones who had a higher number of Demons roaming around them. Yesterday, he was in Tokyo. Today, Chicago. Tomorrow, Los Angeles. Being one of the most respected Angels of Heaven, he was given that higher authority. And of course, he reveled in it.
Yes, Zuriel knew Pride was one of the Seven Deadly Sins. But as long as he didn't flaunt his power to the point of disrespect and insubordination, then there was absolutely no problem.
Pressing his palm against the squirming Demon and letting out a heavy sigh, as if this was a chore and he was a displeased child, he began to chant. His hand began to glow vibrantly, taking on the same golden hue as his eyes. Speaking of those, they were reverting back to their original color as well.
Exorcizamus te, omnis immunde spiritus, omni satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica, in nomini et virtute Domini nostri Jesu Christi, eradicare et effugare a Dei Ecclesia, ab animabus ad imaginem Dei conditis ac pretioso divini Agni sanguini redemptis.
It was a typical exorcism spell he used quite often. They were ingrained into the minds of the Angels ever since their Creation and it would bring the soul of the Demon up to the Gates of Heaven to be dealt with immediately. Usually, it ended up with the Demon's eradication. There was no need to hear its pleas for forgiveness. As the human saying goes, you can't teach an old dog new tricks.
The Demon screeched in agony before disappearing into a cloud of black smoke, immediately being transported to the Gates of Heaven. Zuriel dusted down his jeans, cracking his neck before standing upright once more. He let out a hum of approval, pleased with himself for getting rid of another Demon. One down, oh so many to go.
He shoved his hands into his pockets, sauntering out of the alley he had been located in and maneuvered his way back onto the busy sidewalk. He slid his sunglasses down to cover his eyes, knowing full well that the unusual color would remain for a while after an exorcism. Deciding to head over to one of his favorite balconies on an abandoned building, he hummed peacefully to himself, a light skip in his step.
Today was going to be a good day, he could just feel it.
{{ sorry that it took so long, and I'm sorry that it was so short!~ }}
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and there's a million dogs i haven't pet but just you wait .... just you wait
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Post by nefarious on Aug 23, 2016 23:23:40 GMT -5
@ sand
Cheers, to freedom! And like making a deal with the devil; a soul was sold. This soul in particular was that of Eli Wright, an accelerated graduate of the King’s College and newly named revolutionary. Everything was perfect, well, almost everything.
Eli’s plan had been flawless; graduate in two years and join the revolution. It would have been seamless had there not been one missed detail. Eli was a woman. Her given name was Eliza, a nineteen-year-old girl who was attempting to make a life for herself.
She had been orphaned at a young age, so young that she held no recollection of her mother or father. When she was old enough she sold all of her possession and set off toward the New York town. Every trace of her past life had been discarded, including her identity.
Even by a man’s standards, Eliza had done rather well under Washington’s command. Not even the general was aware that one of his closest men was a complete fraud. That was something she avoided thinking about more than necessary.
Eliza had been binding her shoulder when she received the news for the first time. “We’re leaving immediately?” It was more of a rhetorical question than anything else but the page took no notice of it. With a quick nod in answer and the dip of his head, the man scurried off to alert the rest.
Already her palms began to sweat though it had nothing to do with nerves. Eliza was a rather skilled fighter, or at least she liked to believe that to be so. Though she was often bested by Collins who was a close friend of hers. Nonetheless, she knew she could hold her own on the battleground. She finished tying off the bandage before heading off toward the joining place of the others. The meeting was short and to the point, they would pack only what was necessary and leave as quickly as possible.
As it turned out, as quickly as possible meant in that instant. Lucky for her, the trip was a short one, and lead to a shore where the General was "certain those damn redcoats would show up". Washington wasn't nearly as charming as he was portrayed, though Eliza would never bee the one to say it. She wasn't entirely inclined toward losing her position - or at least not purposely.
All that was left to do was wait.
(sorry this is so bad, i'm awful with starters!)
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Post by Deleted on Aug 24, 2016 0:17:27 GMT -5
[ no, your starter is great! Much better than I could have done c: is.. is that a hamilton reference I see in the second paragraph ]
"Get up, Williams. It's time to reclaim the colonies."
Samuel Williams, 21, opened his eyes to another dreary grey morning in late July, 1775. The cloud cover probably wouldn't last long; it would only be a matter of hours before the skies cleared and the summer heat kicked in to make his life a living hell. As if it wasn't already.
Although the British forces had managed to snatch a couple of victories so far, the fiasco at Bunker Hill that had taken place about a month earlier had left them severely depleted of resources and soldiers. They may have won that battle, but they lost more men than the yanks did that day. Many of those who had been lucky enough to survive had been sent home, and new, fresh recruits from England brought in to replace them. Samuel was one of the newcomers.
With sandy blond hair, alert green eyes and a pale, freckled face, the young man looked more like a colonial farmboy than an Englishman. But his skill with a musket and fierce loyalty to the homeland deterred any teasing from his comrades.
Samuel emerged from the tent fully dressed in a red coat with a black tricorn hat, musket in hand. He hurried to join the other soldiers already gathered into formation, tipping his hat respectfully to General Howe, sitting proudly atop his stallion.
"Ready, men?" the general called.
"Ready, sir!" the King's men shouted back.
Howe began barking out his orders. "Then we move out. I'll lead; Smith, flank left, Williams, flank right. Be prepared for anything - as we found out for ourselves earlier this summer, the Americans have a lot more fight in them than we initially expected. Good luck out there, boys."
Samuel moved to the right of the general, aware that he could be marching to his death. It was time for battle.
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and there's a million dogs i haven't pet but just you wait .... just you wait
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Post by nefarious on Aug 24, 2016 12:31:40 GMT -5
Viti; ah, this took like seven years to write. you're an excellent writer and i'm trying to keep up cx i'm trying to experiment with mythological figures but clearly i'm going to have to work on that o3o
Lilith frowned as she scrutinized her reflection, toying with a glossy auburn curl. She was attractive by demon standards, really she was stunning by any standards. The only exception being angels, she lacked the cherubic features that were desired in the Heavens. Tall and model-esque, scarlet lips, and almond-shaped garnet eyes. Lilith looked every bit of the demoness that she was. She looked the part, now all she had to do was count on centuries of experience and if her past was any indication, she would do just fine. With one last glance in the window and an exaggerated purse of her lips, Lilith flounced off into the streets, practically oozing confidence.
She soon became aware of the fact that her eyes continued to glow garnet and while there were very few people around, it was wise to change that. Lilith sighed with exasperation as she blinked harshly, her eyes opening once more to reveal a subdued amber with only a faint reddish reminder of her true colors. It was better that she fixed that before it became an issue.
Rookie move.
If it wasn't already infinitely obvious by her name, Lilith was indeed the fabled Queen of Demons. The seductress, the heroine, Lucifer's bride. She wasn't just any old she-demon, Lilith was the demoness. Without her there would be no others.. and that would be an awfully disinteresting war between Heaven and Hell. She liked to believe that she kept it interesting. Besides, if there was anyone to blame for that mess it was God himself. Perhaps if Mr. Wonderful had decided to drop his misandrous ways then Heaven wouldn't be in that position.
Sure, Lilith might have refused to be subservient to Adam. That didn't mean that was an excuse for her exile, besides it wasn't like her replacement was any better. Thanks a lot, Eve.
Walking the public streets paved by humans had always been a nuisance to her, she would have much rather use flight as a form of travel, but it was much more inconspicuous. She had only made it halfway down the sidewalk when she felt the radiant presence of an Angel. It was always a source of nostalgia for her, for Lilith too once glowed with light a long time ago.
Lilith walked without the usual care of her demons. She ran little risk of being destroyed by the normal Angel methods, seeing as she was clumped together with the Fallen Angel category - though she never took up residence in the Heavens. There was no need for her to watch her back, if anyone was going to be afraid she would make sure it was a Seraphim.
She smoothed her dress, fixing any visible imperfections. She had one chance and one chance only - Lucifer wasn't entirely forgiving. A low whistle escaped her lips as she swayed to the right, her hip popping out slightly.
"Hey there, handsome."
It was less of a flirtatious advance than it was a way to capture his attention. She couldn't be bothered with wrecking havoc just to receive a second glance, a direct approach was much more effective. While Lilith possessed a similar energy to that of her demons, she lacked their gruesome looks. Blame it on the father.
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and there's a million dogs i haven't pet but just you wait .... just you wait
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Post by nefarious on Aug 24, 2016 13:58:42 GMT -5
Sand; awe thank you! && hush, yours is beautiful <3 - also i just noticed a ton of errors in my starter, i'm going to cry
uh, no, what are u talking about ?? i would never ?? shhhhhhhh...... maybe.
Better to die a free man than lead the life of a slave.
Those were the most comforting words Eliza had received since joining the American forces. In fact, those might have been the only words of comfort. If only everyone could have been so inspiring, perhaps there wouldn't have had to be a revolution in the first place. Not that she truly minded - spilled blood aside, it was rather exciting. She would have never been the one to predict that the colonies would rise up in the way they had.
She straightened her already dirty blue coat, more out of habit than anything else. One thing Eliza had learned about warfare was the amount of patience that was put into it. While the thought of battle was invigorating, the wait for it was torturous. Weeks upon weeks spent waiting silently for their opponents to rise above a hill top or sail through waters with only one thing in mind: freedom.
The heat was sweltering, yet none of the sweat-drenched men voiced any complaints. The hellish terrain was something they had grown accustomed too over the weeks. That said, Eliza couldn't help but look forward to the crisp fall weather.
"Take a long look now," Washington murmured, his expression withdrawn. "This might be your last chance to."
She was certain that had been only for Washington's ears but at the very least it only seemed to be her that heard it. It wasn't uncommon for the General to voice darker thoughts of his, however they always seemed to be insights that Eliza wasn't entirely inclined to hear. A part of her was grateful, he certainly prepared her for the worst.
Noises sounded from the distance and effectively silenced her thoughts. This could either be her greatest victory or her untimely demise, either way Eliza would be able to depart peacefully with the knowledge that she died fighting for liberation.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 24, 2016 16:03:22 GMT -5
@ Fari ;; nahh, I'm pretty inexperienced with roleplaying human characters. that's why I've been lurking around OTRP a bit more lately haha your roleplaying is beautiful <3 I didn't notice any blaring errors o:
So, I'll be going to the county fair this afternoon and I have youth group tonight, so I probably won't be on much today. I'll try and get in a reply later this evening though c: sorry to make you wait! ^^;
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Post by Vɪᴛɪᴀᴛᴜs on Aug 24, 2016 20:42:38 GMT -5
{{ ooh, your response is amazing! love how you're doing research on the typical Angels found in the Bible, Fallen or not. i find their backstories somewhat fascinating lol }}
A voice from out of nowhere managed to bring him out of his thoughts and he frowned in distaste, a small huff of annoyance escaping his lips. He lowered his sunglasses down slightly to find the source of the noise, brow furrowing. Yes, of course the city of Chicago was noisy enough as is, but the fact that the noise was directed at him was quite a disturbance. He started to move towards the source of the voice, spreading his Heavenly Aura further to Purify the city even further. He managed to get out of the way of the traffic that was the sidewalk, finding that the people of this city were quite impatient if they couldn't get to their destination as fast as they possibly could. Humans were always sullen creatures.
Of course, Zuriel already knew what the voice belonged to, it wasn't difficult to discern the tone of voice and the rising pitch that defined the character. Plus, he could smell the stench of sulfur from miles away. It made him wrinkle his nose in disgust, utterly despising the smell of rotten eggs. At first, he believed that it belonged to the Demon from before. That had been a careless mistake, seeing as how it had gotten stronger as he walked closer and he threw that idea out of the window.
What a fool he was.
Upon spotting the owner, he breathed out a small sigh of despair. To be quite honest, he just wanted to get this round of the city over with so he could go back to Heaven for the rest of the day. He had no plans to return until he had to return to Earth again tomorrow, or if he was Commanded to perform another Purifying action. He had something to discuss with Michael, the Angel of Loyalty, and Gavreel, the Angel of Peace. The two of them were some of the other Angels who were chosen to have a greater role in the war against Hell. They were also his companions, exceptional beings that he placed his full trust in. The three Angels made the promise to relax together and discuss war plans as soon as they finished their Duties for the day. This would take longer than he had thought.
His body posture continued to hang on to the tension that had been coiling up inside him as soon as he sensed her presence. Zuriel willed for it to slip away, not desiring to have the Demoness in front of him realize his discomfort. So, he played it off with a smirk and a slight tilt of the head as he leaned against the wall in front of her.
"How're you doing, darling?" He drawled, his response taking on the same flirtatious tone of voice she had given him just seconds ago. The way in which she spoke sent shivers down his spine, sent his body into a pile of jitters. He had no clue why but he made a mental note to himself to never ask his fellow Angels for the reason. He didn't show his discomfort, not desiring to give her the satisfaction. After all, was a servant of Heaven. He was a superior Being that led people down the path of the light. Unlike her.
Besides, he'd have to face numerous creatures like her in the future. Whether it took ten years of five thousand, he would eventually come face to face with devious beings such as herself. The idea of that settled both uncomfortably and excitedly in his stomach. Excitedly because he would finally have the chance to stretch out his wings and reveal his true Form on the battlefield. Uncomfortably because there was always the chance of being defeated. Angels lived forever unless they had a major decrease in believers or they were devastatingly wounded.
He shook himself out of his thoughts and focused his attention on the Demon in front of him, wondering how the conversation would turn. Hopefully, she would just say what she needed to get off her chest and vanish into the crowd. Zuriel had no desire to cause a battle, no matter how much he was itching to do something.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 25, 2016 0:22:59 GMT -5
It could've been minutes. It could've been hours. Samuel lost track of time as he and his fellow soldiers, clad in bright red and sticking out like a sore thumb in American countryside, marched onward. They moved slowly and solemnly, still weighed down by the thought of their last disastrous battle.
"C'mon, men, let's pick it up!" the general hollered from somewhere up ahead.
By now the sun had broken through the clouds. It was clearly going to be another sweltering summer day. It rarely got this hot back in England. Samuel rubbed his aching neck and his hand came away glistening and damp with sweat. It should not be this hard to subdue a bunch of rowdy colonies. Yet, for some reason, he couldn't help feeling a little nervous. This would be his first encounter with the feisty Yankees. He had heard they were a rather ragtag, disorganized group made up mostly of volunteers, many of which had previously been farmers and had little to no experience with warfare; but they were not to be underestimated. They had plenty of fighting spirit.
Suddenly, the grim procession drew to a halt. Samuel looked up. General Howe had raised his hand, signaling for the men to stop and prepare their muskets. He must've sighted the opposing side. "They're here."
Samuel motioned for the ranks behind him to come in closer. He loaded the shot into his musket and raised it, ready for anything. In the distance, on the other side of the river, he thought he saw a number of men in blue coats standing on the shore. The Englishman felt his mouth go dry. How long had they been there? Had they been expecting them? Had they been waiting for them? How had they known? Perhaps there was a spy in the ranks...
"Now, men!" the general gave the order to start shooting, and all thoughts of possible traitors vanished from Samuel's mind as the roar of cannons and muskets firing off all at once filled his head. Without a backward glance he plunged into the battle. He was about to meet the Americans firsthand, with a bayonet in their face.
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and there's a million dogs i haven't pet but just you wait .... just you wait
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Post by nefarious on Aug 25, 2016 2:37:07 GMT -5
viti ;; i actually blushed omg
Even from a distance, Zuriel’s aggravated huff was heard by the waiting woman. It was more than enough to inspire laughter from her, garnet eyes glittering with mirth. It was very likely that this was her favorite part of the game; Lilith loved to toy with her meal. With that thought in mind, the demoness stretched out her long limbs, looking rather catlike as she did so. Years of practice confirmed her notion that the more unperturbed you act, the more daunting you appear to your adversary. From the look of the approaching angel, it looked as though the woman had been spot-on – Shocker.
Lilith took notice of every minute last detail. From the despondent exhale, his rigid posture, and the deceitful arrogance. She was almost insulted that he had bothered with it in the first place, did he know who he was dealing with? Offences aside, Lilith decided to pardon his error – besides, he was far too good-looking to remain irate with for long – and concentrate on the task at hand. The woman had always had a soft spot for pretty boys, Adam included.
She had always been weak for beauty. That was what made living as an outcast from Heaven so difficult for her. The purity of the angels had always held an appeal to her. However, her desire to deflower (metaphorically) what was pure rather than protect it was another reminder of why she was a demon and not one of His children.
Before thinking too much of Lilith’s intentions, she had not ventured onto Earth for self-serving purposes (this time). If she hadn’t have owed anything to Lucifer than she wouldn’t have bothered wasting her time on such foolhardy task. Nevertheless, it seemed as though Lilith might have been the only one appropriate for the position. Apparently Hell didn’t make women like they used to, or at least none like her.
“I’ve been well, thank you for asking,” she responded in that silky purr of hers. “I would ask the same of you, though I fear I might already know the answer.” Lilith had clearly committed to her performance, even going as far as extending her bottom lip out in a downhearted pout. She waved a hand breezily through the air as though waving away her worries, “No matter. I’m concerned for more than your well-being, love. I’m truly angst-ridden with how you’re faring up in the Heavens. Is Mr. Wonderful treating you well?”
A part of the demoness hoped that her casual naming of such a revered figure would irk the self-righteous angel. The other part of her was infinitely aware that she shouldn’t push anymore than necessary, not if she was going to gain his favor. She tilted her head to the side, a coy grin playing at her scarlet lips. Lilith was certainly talented when it came to acting coquettish, regardless of how transparent her façade was.
Her hand was the first thing to move, elegant fingers reaching out to toy with the fabric around his collar. She recoiled a second later, a cry of agony escaping her lips as she glanced to the sky. It was clear that Lilith had overlooked one tiny detail; the purifying ritual. Zuriel practically radiated with virtue, he was pure as snow in comparison to the corrupted blackness of her heart – or whatever was left of it.
“Is there anyway you could, oh I don’t know, turn that thing off?” griped the demoness, eyes narrowing slightly. She rubbed at her shoulder blade, the very spot where her tarnished wings could spout through at any given moment. For the first time since their meeting, Lilith had actually been genuine. Sure, it had only been shown through pain, but the sincerity was still there.
robbin ;; yes!
sand ;;
The air was thick with tension and anticipation, not a single person able to muster words. They sat there in silence anxiously waiting upon the battle cry of the opposing side. The redcoats were heard before they were seen and slowly the recoated figures marched into view. Before there was a moment to react to their presence, shots began to fire from the other side.
The sound was muffled but the screams go through, the barking of order breaking through the explosion of cannons as officers on both sides slowly led their men into an uncertain death. Time seemed to slow, every moment of fear and every gunshot making its own existence was agony. Even from the safety of the riverside, the smell of flesh of innocence lost was hidden as sulfur and blood polluted the air. It seemed surreal, a story unraveling in front of her eyes that was the game of war.
“Wright, what are you doing!” The cry of one of her fellow soldiers shook Eliza from her dreamlike state as she was shoved out into the fray. Eli had only goal for the battle; try not to die. Much easier said than done.
She whipped around in time to see a musket aimed at her level, wasting no time in pulling her own trigger. After the shot fired, she didn’t risk a second look at the fallen man, trying to avoid making it any more personal than necessary. Eliza felt her own body hum with energy from the rush of adrenaline. It was always like this after a victory, even one as small as that.
Clearly, she had spoken too soon. Only moments after escaping one near-death experience, Eliza found herself in another. Facing a redcoat gripping a bayonet, Eliza tried her best to shoot him from long distance – but after several missed shots, she knew this would have to be a little more intimate.
The girl barely had the time to blink before she felt a stinging sensation on her left arm. While the limb was clearly still intact, her opponent had managed strike an old wound. Bloody redcoats. Feeling unrestrained fury bubble up inside her, Eliza struck blindly at the man, striking him several times over the head with the butt of her gun. Words of surrender hadn’t even been able to pass his lips before he joined the deceased masses.
Eliza used her free hand to prod at the injury. It was much worse than she had believed. The blade had cut much deeper than she had thought before, and blood gushed from the open wound. If she wasn’t able to tend to it soon, there was a very real chance that she would lose the limb entirely.
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Post by nefarious on Aug 25, 2016 13:26:22 GMT -5
robin ;; is there anything in particular you would be interested in role-playing?
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Post by Deleted on Aug 25, 2016 15:26:40 GMT -5
[ @ fari ;; So, how do you want Samuel to discover that Eliza's a girl? I'm not sure how to proceed at this point ^^; ]
A man was never more aware of the fragility of his existence than in a battle, where his life could be changed or obliterated completely by one wrong step or one stray bullet. It was a humbling experience, knowing that you could be about to die literally at any given moment. Yet, the knowledge that each breath could be your last seemed to only open your senses. In this ruthless game of kill or be killed, adrenaline was your friend, fear your ally; it wasn't victory these men were fighting for, but the escape from death that motivated them to keep moving forward in spite of deafening cannons and the agonized shrieks of their comrades dying around them.
Samuel was dimly aware of other officers struggling around him. He could barely feel his own legs pumping as he charged across the battlefield, firing one shot after another. One down. Two down. Miss a shot dodging a flying cannon ball, then take aim and fire again. He focused on one thing only: the enemy ahead of him. Hard to believe that just a few years ago, this army would have been fighting to protect these inexperienced, outnumber colonials. Why had Britain even wanted them in the first place? Some of these soldiers barely knew how to fight. And yet...
In spite of their impossible odds, the spirit of the Americans was unwavering. Realistically, they had no chance at beating a much larger army of fully-trained officers. But here they were, fighting back with ferocious tenacity. The British had managed to pick off the first wave, but reinforcements remained on the shore, ready to burst into action at any moment. Samuel couldn't help but feel a tiny spark of admiration for the underdogs. They were surprisingly vicious; they might even have a chance of winning this fight, especially with the ever-confident General Washington at the head, so different from their own General Howe.
Not if I can help it! These colonies belong to the Crown!
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Post by nefarious on Aug 25, 2016 18:11:11 GMT -5
Sand; could we pm about it? kind of figure out an outline for it?
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Post by Vɪᴛɪᴀᴛᴜs on Aug 26, 2016 22:02:06 GMT -5
{{ it's true!!~ }}
He bit back the smirk that threatened to show itself on his chiseled features and chose to have a faint smile playing on his lips instead. Honestly, the Demon standing before him should have known better than to touch any part of Zuriel so carelessly and foolishly. It was well-known, in both Heaven and Hell, that the bare essence of an Angel was so strikingly pure that it had the capability to wipe away the corruption of anyone who touched them, human or not. Angels had to tone it down a bit whenever traveling to Earth, the brightness of their essence too blinding to humans. Surely she had known that detail..?
He almost felt somewhat bad for the Demon, seeing her features distort slightly as she received an insurmountable amount of pain from the brief touch that went between the two of them. But she should've known, nothing he could have done about it. That was also why it hurt terribly for Demons whenever an exorcism took place. The Latin chants from the Bible mixed with the pure Angel essence that reached out to them wasn't a good combination for the creatures that lurked in Hell.
"Sorry about that sweetie, but no can do. This is the lowest I can manage, really. Any lower than this and the essence shoots up and overflows. Don't wanna burn Humanity's eyesight with it." He gave a shrug, shooting the Demoness in front of him a sheepish grin. A grin that melted the hearts of any human he sent it to, male and female alike. A grin that gave him a boyish look that got him out of any problem he came across because of his Angelic capabilities. It came in handy quite often and he thanked Heaven for his charms.
His eyes briefly grazed over her body, eyes narrowing slightly as she rubbed at her shoulder blade. It was obvious on who she was, yet he bit his tongue to keep quiet about it. There was no need to upset the Demoness standing in front of him. She was already distraught by the pain his essence was giving her; discussing her character would just be a gentle push into angering her. Yes, Zuriel was ready for a battle, always eager to let loose. But this was in a major civilian area and causing innocent casualties would disrupt the peace that was in Heaven.
So, he played along with her. It was obvious she was acting like a cat toying around with its mouse before going in for the kill. If push came to shove, Zuriel could release even more of his essence to distract her before shooting up to Heaven. She could try to follow him there, yes, but it would cause her an insurmountable amount of pain before falling back towards Earth, maybe even Hell. And given her backstory, being Lilith and all, there was no way she would want to relive her past. No one would. He heard stories of Angels losing their Grace and falling from Heaven, their wings tearing and breaking down. He never saw it happen though, too busy with his duties. In a way, he was glad. Hearing the screams and cries of one of his own was too heartbreaking.
Zuriel brushed off her comment of Him, knowing full well that it was to ruffle his feathers, literally. Of course she would talk about Him, why wouldn't she? He was the strongest of them all, the Creator of Everything, the One who breathed Life into every single Angel that inhabited Heaven. The One who had a tremendous amount of power over every living thing, the One who had sent him down here. Of course a Demon would poke fun at Him.
"Dominus treats us with respect and dignity and we do the same to Him." He responded, respect towards the Revered One lacing his voice. Knowing Him, the said God was listening in on their conversation. He heard everything, so it would be no surprise if Zuriel would be Called to return to the Heavens quite soon. He wasn't too fond of his Angels talking with Demons for a certain amount time, especially if one of them was a Fallen. It was for the Angels' own good anyway, He was always looking out for his Children.
"I'll be sure to send your concern to Him." He added with a cheeky grin, shoving his hands into the front pockets of his jeans once more. Zuriel was glad that he continued to keep his sunglasses on, the dark shades hiding the fact that he his eyes weren't looking at the Demon in front of him at all. He had his face towards her though, not wanting to be too rude. Instead, he was checking the surroundings around them to see if there was any other of her Followers lurking about. Couldn't be too cautious, y'know?
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and there's a million dogs i haven't pet but just you wait .... just you wait
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Post by nefarious on Sept 1, 2016 23:34:30 GMT -5
V ;; ahhh i'm so sorry, i've been incredibly busy and then i was trying to figure out where i was going with this !! i know this isn't great but i'm lacking muse rn gah o.o
Lilith’s lips curved downward in an unsatisfied frown, her eyes trading their laughing gleam for a duller air. The Demoness was almost like a child who was slowly growing bored with her toy. She would have left ages ago should the task have been only for her own amusement. That said, this wasn’t for entertainment, and if she had to tolerate the nuisance of a Seraphim for a little longer then so be it.
Though she might have been debatably most powerful Demoness in Hell, that did nothing for her on Earth – His Creation. If anything it only furthered to make her a target. Angels and demons alike seemed to flock to her when she roamed the surface and the attention was disadvantageous regardless of who it came from. She had found herself nicely surprised that it had been her to locate Zuriel first – though she was cognizant that he was preoccupied by the massacring of one of her progenies.
She placed a hand on a bony hip, sighing mellifluously. Any trace of the pain she had suffered before was gone. Instead Lilith looked exhausted, her youthful façade gently beginning to diminish. It took a tremendous amount of energy on her part to remain on Earth after her exile. She would have to thank Him for that at a later time.
“Well we couldn’t have that, could we?” answered Lilith dulcetly as she stepped away from him. She had forgotten about that silly little trick of theirs, something that would make her job much harder. It was clear that she was avoiding the true reason as to why she reached out to him – not that the observation was hard to make, given her unusually casual conversation.
Momentarily, Lilith found herself enchanted by his youthful grin. He was exceedingly striking, even by Angel ideals (hint: they were incredibly high). If she had been a mortal girl then perhaps she might have even became infatuated with him. That said, Lilith was older and sager than any simple schoolgirl - even if she was briefly weak in the knees.
Once upon a time, that had been the Demoness as well. Youthful, lovely, and virtuous. If only He had not banished her for something as trifle as unconventionality, then conceivably she would have remained that way. Centuries had passed and Lilith had changed considerably; aberrant, mature, and beautiful in the way deadly things are – she was half-goddess half-hell. Lilith was blessed with beauty and rage, and she was the deadliest piece on the board.
Even hidden behind his sunglasses, Zuriel’s wandering stare had not escaped her sharp-eyes. It was yet another indication that he too was growing bored with their conversation. There was also Him to think about as well, he never allowed the Angels to converse with her kind for very long. She had bantered enough; it was time for words that could never be taken back.
“Zuriel,” her voice was a whisper. “I desire to repent. I want to assist in ending this silly little war, if you’ll let me. I-I just, I need your help.”
Robin ;; sorry it's taken me so long to get back to you, would you want to pm about our role-play?
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Post by Vɪᴛɪᴀᴛᴜs on Sept 2, 2016 22:00:00 GMT -5
{{ ahh, that's okay! I understand what it's like to have your muse escape you! I won't be able to make a long response for a while because my laptop malfunctioned and I have to fix it. It'll take me a while ^^; }}
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