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Post by DAHLIA DEVREAUX on Apr 4, 2013 14:24:23 GMT -5
Failure is out of the question [atrb=border,0,true] Dahlia slowly made her way to the room she had pre-made for this moment. Finally, it was time to begin the preparations for her plan to open Hell. Her clothing seemed especially resplendent today, with an odd sheen about it. Of course, her mask was on as she walked the Halls of the Vatican, concealing her identity from those not among her inner circle. Many days of preparation went into this one meeting, and she would be certain that her Obelisks would go through with her plan. After all, if they did not, then they were disposed of, simply so. Dahlia did not tolerate dissension in the ranks of her forces. As she got into the meeting hall, she closed her eyes and took off the stifling mask, sighing softly. How she hated wearing the thing, but she hated going against the ancient way even more. To her, wearing the mask was inconsequential to that. She takes her seat at the head of the round table, each Obelisk having quite a bit of room to him or herself. Candles dotted the room, filling the air with a lax vanilla scent to relax anyone that entered. No one would be guarding the door, but anyone would know that if they were not an Obelisk, they would be killed upon entry. She had only beat that sentiment into their skulls earlier. She looked incredibly queen-like with her seated position and outfit, and she expected no less respect. Now she waited for her Obelisks, eager to get this show on the road. Words:: --- Notes --- You cannot defeat the hand of God
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Post by Vladimir Soukup on Apr 22, 2013 23:13:04 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,100%,true][atrb=cellPadding,15px,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0px,true][atrb=background,http://i51.tinypic.com/11uul8l.jpg]Go for it. I'll give you the first shot. Tahno sighed as he straightened his outfit – the usual Chinese jacket, high-collared white shirt and slacks. Today, he had chosen a stunning royal blue ensemble. And really, he did look absolutely stunning. He couldn’t be anything less than perfectly put together on a normal day. Today, however, he had to be even more flawlessly done up. This was the day the Obelisks were to gather with their leader – the most holy of them, the Micans Nitore. Anything less than his best was unacceptable. And frankly, he had to wonder if even his best was good enough. It had put him into such a state that he had been working on his appearance a good four hours before the meeting was even due to start. The first hour had been spent scrubbing down in the bathroom until his skin was pink and his entire body free of any taint. He’d spent the next two hour on his hair alone, coifing and spraying and shaping it into perfect loose curls. Once satisfied with that, he’d set pulled the whole thing back and pinned it in place with Tianshang Shengmu before finally getting dressed. Probably not the most productive way to spend an afternoon, but it had calmed his nerves a bit.
With his outfit settled perfectly on his body and his hair still flawless, he pulled on his coat and buckled it together. He took one last look in the full-length mirror in his quarters to deem himself fit for viewing before striding confidently from his room. He received more than a few stares as he strode through the halls, whispers following him as he made his way to the meeting hall that the Micans had set up for the occasion. He was used to the attention, even if it made his skin crawl sometimes. It was far too reminiscent of that man. He paused outside the meeting hall and shivered. He hated thinking of that man. The world was an infinitely better place for that man’s demise. Tahno shook his head slightly, drew a deep breath and opened the door. Quickly stepping into the room, he closed the door behind him and glanced around. The wonderful scent of vanilla filled the room, instantly relaxing the Obelisk. It reminded him of his grandmother’s baking. A very slight smile quirked his lips as his eyes came to the large round table in the room’s center and the magnificent individual already seated at it. He bowed. “Good afternoon, Micans Nitore,” he murmured before taking a seat at the table, the door to his left and the Micans to his right. tagged ~ Dahlia Devereux words ~ 436 stats ~ HAN: 15; REI: 20; HAK: 20; SEI: 20; BUK: 20; HOH: 15 credits ~ post template by vitriol of on the edge. |
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Post by mushi2 on Apr 24, 2013 0:48:33 GMT -5
Priscilla remembered, that today of all days was a meeting between all the Obelisks. While she knew who all the Obelisks were, it could not be said that she had socialized with all of them. Her room was scarce of all personal items. All that she owned were a few books she had yet to read, one extra set of clothes, and the clothes she was currently wearing. She was not a fan of materialistic possessions, she didn't even really own anything fancy to wear to the meeting, but she figured it would be fine just coming in what she normally wore. She spent a good twenty minutes in the shower, scrubbing off the dirt of yesterdays work, and styled her hair in the usual fashion. Not bothering to ever put make up of any kind on or even to style her hair with any kind of gel or spray.
She slipped on the other pair of identical skirts that she had, the skirt going about mid thigh. A bra was slipped on, a neutral color that wouldn't show through her shirt, as she slipped on a shot sleeved shirt much of the same color as her skirt was. After that, she slipped on her prized necklace, and then proceeded to wrap a kind of cloth around her neck. Something that could be pulled up over her nose in the case of high winds. Not that there would be any, but it was all a part of her attire. Finally, what made Priscilla, Priscilla was the tattered cloak. That had seen many fights and had been delicately cleaned the day before by her as to not ruin it anymore. It was a miracle that the object was still wearable. Slipping on a pair of black flats she then exited her room, not even bothering to lock her door, since her possessions honestly meant little to her.
Walking down the hallway, it was almost as if a ghost was among their midst. She was a master at reiastu concealing and at reiastu tracking. It felt as if she were a human without an speck of reiastu coming from her as she made her way down the hallway to the meeting room. Her eyes downcast as she finally made it to the door. Opening it quietly, and then closing it behind her all the same. Spying the Micans Nitore she spoke after a nod, "Micans Nitore." She said, respect holding in her voice, as she eyed another Obelisk known as Tahno, but did not bother to greet him. As she sat herself down, Tahno to her right and Micans to her left. Her eyes looking down at the table, as she appeared to be deep in thought, and you could say she was.
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Post by Anastasiya Valda on Apr 29, 2013 1:36:08 GMT -5
What was the world coming too? Demons or something akin to those creatures of legend where rampaging in the streets. Beings with powers close to magic where seen walking the world on a daily basis. Monsters that made any horror movie look tame. Yet those who where sworn to protect the innocent and defenseless where not told to go out and combat these dark forces, instead they where told to gather at the whim of a person who liked to play god. A person who, for the most part took no interest in the day to day lives of the masses. A person who from her perspective, was not needed. But Still she went, like a bitch called to her master. Which for all she knew is what the Micans considered her and her fellows. Nothing more then dogs who would come when commanded, and where just as disposable.
She strode through the halls of the Vatican, her military coat flowing about her as if blown by some unseen wind. Other then that she was dressed practically if professionally in a simple and unassuming red pants suit nether flattering nor unflattering it simply was.. Her hair as always was done in a rather simple style that drew attention to her startling blue eyes and the scares that covered her otherwise unblemished flesh. With no forewarning at all she thrust open the door to the gathering hall and made her unhurried way to the seat she knew was hers.
With that she eyes the gathered people a faint frown creasing her handsome features. Here where people who spent more time on their appearance then on matters of actual import... It disgusted her, though she did a good job of hiding that. She didn't say a word as she sat just giving a small nod to the one who claimed to be god before closing her eyes and waiting for the actual meeting to start. She did not have the time nor the patience for pleasantries with these people that represented all she detested.
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Post by DAHLIA DEVREAUX on May 6, 2013 17:11:21 GMT -5
Failure is out of the question [atrb=border,0,true] Dahlia watched as her three Obelisks came in, sighing softly in disappointment. Sure, at least two of them greeted her, and one was in need of reconditioning, but none of them regarded each other. This would not happen within her ranks, as hers was the finest military force in existence. No, this would be nipped in the bud before it got out of hand. However, the other two would wait. The one must be dealt with now. "Anastasiya." She spoke softly as her Obelisks sat down around her table, looking to the woman in question with a look whose emotion was impossible to place. "You are one of the leaders of the finest military force in existence. Your jurisdiction is second, only to mine own. Not even the fellow soldiers of God that sit across you can turn over your decisions. However..." Her gaze hardens a bit as she peers to the woman. It was the kind of gaze a mother gives to a child, further demeaning Anastasiya's position. "This does not give you the right to ignore a superior. You are not a dissenter, nor would I ever want to think so. Please do not give me the need to replace you. During one of the few times I call upon my Obelisks, I expect to be regarded. Not because I am your leader, but because I am what holds this organization together. If you cannot uphold this one minor contract, then you will be considered unfit for your position, stripped of said position and executed to not release knowledge of me. Are we clear?"Her expression grew into a glare to Anastasiya before she broke off, smiling to the other two in the room and nodding. "Now then. The reason I have called you all here is to find an effective way to deal with these Togabito calling themselves the Seven Sins... Their very existence is a blight and must be taken out as quickly as possible. As members of the Consecro, the duty falls upon us to eradicate this plague and protect the living. I expect, since you three are actually able to travel and I am not, that perhaps you've met with some of them?" It wasn't exactly sure to the Micans, but she could hope that they could get a physical description of at least one of them while she was at it. Even better, a place of operations or a captured Sin. Oh, but that would be excellent! Then an interrogation could take place, and she could find a way into Hell to find the woman that haunted her every thought to rescue her. Her thoughts were made visible only in emotion by the wide, childish smile that appeared on her face, particularly at the chance to see her friend once more. Words:: --- Notes --- You cannot defeat the hand of God
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Post by Vladimir Soukup on May 17, 2013 14:12:02 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,100%,true][atrb=cellPadding,15px,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0px,true][atrb=background,http://i51.tinypic.com/11uul8l.jpg]Go for it. I'll give you the first shot. It wasn’t long before two more Obelisks walked through the doors. The first was a Fullbringer like himself – some woman named Priscilla. Not that one could tell she was a Fullbringer just by looking at her. Her reiatsu was so deeply suppressed, she was practically non-existent. It was impressive, to say the least, even if the woman seemed a little plain. Still, she was far better than the second woman who walked through the door. No finesse, no style and no sense of propriety as the door was essentially slammed open and the blonde Russian known as Anastasiya stalked in and sat down with nothing more than a small nod to the Micans Nitore. Tahno doubted that would please their leader, but that wasn’t really his problem.
He sat quietly as the Micans scolded Anastasiya, much like a parent scolding a surly child. He couldn’t decide if it was amusing or annoying. It would take time for any kind of camaraderie or respect to develop between the Obelisks, let alone with the Micans Nitore. Patience would be required, not such a sharp reprimand. But it was not his place to question. He existed to follow the Micans’ orders. So he waited as she finished up her scolding and moved on to the purpose of the meeting – the Seven Sins. The happy child-like smile on the woman’s face was off-putting, but who knew the real reason for her delight?
He wrinkled his nose ever-so slightly at her question regarding the Sins. He had naught to report, really. He glanced briefly at the other Obelisks to see if they were about to speak up. Seeing that they weren’t, he answered the Micans. His voice was smooth and neutral in tone, though his accent was rather thick. “As for me, I have not yet had the pleasure of encountering one. Though my relic-hunting has taken me around the world, much of my time is spent in the Czech Republic.”
tagged ~ Dahlia Devreaux, Priscilla Mashin, Anastasiya Valda words ~ 326 stats ~ HAN: 15; REI: 20; HAK: 20; SEI: 20; BUK: 20; HOH: 15 credits ~ post template by vitriol of on the edge. |
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Post by mushi2 on May 19, 2013 23:47:48 GMT -5
Priscilla sat there, at one point her eyes somewhat glazed over as she was deep in thought but she came to once the speaking was one again stared. It started with the Micans Nitore verbally whip lashing Anastasiya, all over what she believed to be something quite stupid. Although, Priscilla would not of course voice her opinion on the matter. She joined the organization to keep peace in not only Karakura, but in the world in general. Without this position there wasn't much she could do to keep the peace. So she sat there, rather blank faced as the other Obelisk got her verbal whip lashing, and she couldn't help but feel as if she and the other Obelisk Tahno were in for one as well. Although for what reason she couldn't be sure.
Finally, the Micans got to the point of why she had called this meeting, it had to do with the Seven Sins who were causing quite a ruckus around the world. Even though Priscilla traveled often, she was in the same boat more or less what Tahno had been in. She hated to disappoint the Micans, and she had a feeling that because she and Tahno both were going to disappoint the Micans and even further she doubted that Anastasiya had met a Sin either. So, it seemed that no matter how active any of them were, or how much they had moved around that none of them had encountered the Sins yet, why? Were the Sins that good at avoiding them so far even though their organization was huge and active as ever? "Micans, my apologies, but I am in the same metaphorical boat as Tahno. I have been very active at dealing with threats in Karakura and around the world but have not encountered any of the Sins as of yet either." She said, as she looked straight at the Micans as she talked, her voice sounding as respectable as possible.
Knowing, that more than likely if the Micans ever wanted to she could kill everyone in the room without a second thought. Although, she was sure if any of them ever had any thoughts of leaving, that she was the only one who could possibly get away with it. Only because of her advanced reiastu hiding techniques. Since her Fullbring tied directly in with the amount of reiastu she released she had to keep it suppressed to nothing at all times, even the littlest amount of reiastu escaping activated her Fullbring, causing her eyes to turn yellow and hollow like. It was a pesky Fullbring, but it was hers, and she couldn't say that she didn't enjoy the power she held, it had helped her several times already, and Conscero loved her because of not only her vast suppression techniques, but also her advanced reiastu tracking techniques. If they could get any objects that the Sins interacted with, it would be easy to track them because of her. Although, as of now she had no knowledge of any objects they had come in contact with, well, not yet at least.
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Post by Anastasiya Valda on May 20, 2013 1:18:57 GMT -5
Ana sat stoically as the woman berated her and put a metaphorical sword over her rather substantial neck, even if she didn't bat an eye lash at her as she spoke. At the end all she could do was nod her head and lean back in her chair eyes closing to nothing but slits as she went on about what their mission was, even if it was a tad obvious.
She let her thoughts drift some as her coworkers told what should have been as obvious as the noses on their face, they didn't know much... Or anything at all. If they had they would have informed their 'god' as soon as they had been able. Though that sort of logic seemed to escape the child they called leader. Still she showed no outward signs of dissatisfaction nor any sort of negative emotions at all, Just a sort of emotional apathy that was her slandered mode of being.
"I as my fellows have had little to no contact at all with the beings that oh so recently escaped from what we can call hell." He voice was neutral though it did hold a some what of a submissive tone, though in all actuality she did feel superior to this being that presided over them, if only because she was more experienced and by the looks and sounds of it more sane if not more stable as well.
"Of course you can and will rectify this as soon as able Micans Nitore, we are more then able to assist in this." Though she said the honorific with something of a bite her tone remained somewhat cowed. It was a lie of course, she felt no sense of servitude to someone who was unable so unable to gain her respect. Yet she knew that she was at a disadvantage being as outnumbered as she currently was. So in the end it was best to just pretend to be a sheep rather then a wolf.
"We where trained and readied for something just such as this, and though I know no amount of training will compensate for real life experience, there is nothing more we can do other then make our own move in what ever way that you see fit." Yet again more sincere sounding yet some what empty words. For if this girl commanded her into the jaws of hell with no sound plan and refused any offers of help she might receive from those more experienced and trained in the arts of war well... Ana would not be able to fallow. To long had she let the incompetent
lead her and direct her life. She would not fallow a fool.
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Post by Teiresias Elpída on May 21, 2013 6:12:30 GMT -5
 Teiresias Elpin - Age 26 [font=Comic Sans MS] __________________________________________________________
Teiresias gently stretched as he sat outside, feeling the warmth of the day shine down upon him.
His mental clock ticked back and forth as he waited. It was so nice out. The world was so
glorious as timed passed by, every moment as pleasant as the last, just as pleasant as
expected. Ty's hands reached to the side and he gripped his scythe in it's concealed form. He
spun it around slightly and placed it on his back before he gently rose to his feet and began
walking.
He was late as the other ones would put it. But he was merely waiting for the appropriate time to
enter. He was arriving exactly when he wanted to. He walked through the halls of the Vatican with
proud resolve. Teiresias was on quite the mission he was. Hopefully this whole meeting would
get some issues cleared up. things had been moving so slowly it seemed. Again, not that
Teiresias minded, he could wait as long as he needed, but he knew others did not hold the same
virtue as him.
"Heated debates it seems." He said, tuning his hearing to the words beyond the door in front of
him. The large door did little to shelter him from the words. They even seemed soft, but he could
feel all the animosity beyond. He questioned whether his entry should clear the tension or try and
resolve it. He instead chose to put the focus on himself. He pushed through the door with both
hands and let the doors groan open before he stepped through them. He took a few steps and
then called out, "Greetings everyone." And as he said this, he bumped into the large round table.
He actually even put his hip into it with a little bit of force to make it seem like he had hit it harder,
and the sound resonated in the room, although he didn't really even feel it. He still feigned a little
pain, stepping back and sighing. "Oh jeez." He said as he reached up and unruffled his red robe.
"I am terribly sorry people. I did not mean to cause a disturbance. I apologize sincerely. I simply
must watch where I am going." The blind man said ironically before he smiled gently.
"It's nice to see you, Micans Nitore. As well as the rest of you!"
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Post by Kohana Mikazuki on May 21, 2013 21:40:10 GMT -5
I'm an angel with a shotgun [atrb=border,0,true]Kohana pushed past her trepidation as she stepped into the building, her ballet shoes gently hitting the tile with a dull thud. The young woman made it a habit to never wear heels in this place, too damn loud, in her opinion and she preferred being more quiet anyways. She moved past the first level, past guardians and others of the Vatican and continued to the predetermined location as her hands clutched at the edges of her dress. She reached the floor, the hall silent, though the sound of the door thumping to a close gave her a bit of reassurance that she really wasn't the only one running late.
Reaching the door, Kohana heard a male speaking smoothly, though the words were not clear and she nodded to the guards outside the room. She wasn't stopped as she pushed the door open, her eyes taking in the different members who were already present. Her eyes moved from one to another, thinking their names in her head before a soft, graceful smile crossed her lips. It wasn't the most friendly group of faces, in fact, she felt a bit like an outsider, but she brushed the feeling aside as she nodded gracefully to the Micans Nitore. She'd not expected the person to be so young, but she didn't question it, yet. Her words, seemed to be well placed as the man just seemed to have finished apologizing for something. "Mican Nitore. Forgive my tardiness." Kohana's back was straight, showing no fear of her fellow Obsileks nor the Mican, her expression giving none of her trepidation away as she made her way to a seat that had an empty spot on either side.
Seating herself, Kohana's eyes studied the expressions of those around her. The man in the red robe seemed disinclined to any sort of feeling in that moment, the sullen silence of Anastasia told her that the Obsilek of Diligence did not want to be there, the other two seemed distant and she wondered just what she had missed. Her eyes turned to the Micans again, expecting to be chastised for her lateness, but Kohana was already done with it. She was there now, nothing else should matter. Smoothing out the grey and black gingham dress, the grey eyed woman would fold her hands in her lap, waiting to see what would happen next.
Words:: --- Notes --- Fighting til the war's won
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