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Post by Phaeron Hibana on Apr 30, 2013 18:51:44 GMT -5
Hmmm..hmmm...hmmm A classic song rang throughout Phaeron's head as he prepared for the day by cleaning and equipping his gear. He strapped all his swords to him, especially the Sword of Kings, and walked out the door for another wonderful day at the Vatican. The Consecro used it as means for building power and staying protected, so the black sheep...or white sheep...of the Hibana family had taken advantage of their training grounds. Stepping out of his quarters, he took a breathe of fresh air and smiled, saying, "Another great day as a Guardian." He always said it, it was routine and everyone who knew him, knew it. He would compliment the morning and head to the training grounds where he constantly practiced his sword play.
Phaeron's head was set somewhere else, like when Drakar was going to pop in at any moment. It was an impulse of his other personality that came only during fights when they appeared to be serious. It was like Drakar hated to be outside of a fight and always wanted to be in one. Not even the training appeased his other personality's faults of murderous intentions. He had wanted to train his sword, the Sword of Kings, but had felt as if the day wasn't timed right for it. Another distracting topic had been the recent discovery of yet another Hibana. Who was this? A sibling? A long-distance family member? Why did the family member have a sword but was obviously not of the Consecro?
He wanted to meet this Hibana but knew he couldn't, he had to lure the man into a place he can observe to determine whether or not he is worthy to fight. Phaeron rested after some intense training, holding his Sword of Kings while sitting down and waiting for yet another opponent for the morning or a newbie to train for the day.
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Post by Julius Altair on May 2, 2013 21:00:04 GMT -5
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Can you feel This? Does it Sting?
I feel Nothing at All. | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style,width:350px; background-color: #101010;][atrb=vAlign,top]★ The perfect crime The perfect crime It was a nice day out, the sun was shining and the birds were chirping. But a dark cloud was fast approaching the Vatican. Well, metaphorically. The sky actually was clear, but a dark Reiatsu was raring its head. Anyone in the surrounding area would probably be able to feel it, if they were aware.
A shady character approached, wearing a suit even on such a hot day for whatever reason. He wore a fedora which he kept on to keep the sun out of his eyes. Oh, how he hated the sun. It was much too bright for his liking. He usually only came out at night, but today he was especially bored. Now that the seven Sins were running rampant and things were happening, Julius was in a state of arousal. The violence and bloodshed that he witnessed each day from the shadows... it gave him quite a high. This was the sort of thing he only expected to see so much of in Hell. Except here the violence had more substance. Here on Earth, dying had serious implications. In Hell, injury and even death meant nothing. Maybe it was true. Perhaps the Living World would become part of Hell soon. It was an interesting thought, but at the same time, he didn't like it. Hell got boring after a while; but Julius could always find interesting people in the Living World.
Speaking of interesting people, Julius could feel a particularly strong Reiatsu nearby. It wasn't as strong as his own, but it was something. This one had to be spiritually aware. Then again, given where he was heading, finding a spiritually aware human wasn't much of a surprise. He did this often. Stirring up trouble with the Vatican was always fun. They took him so seriously; called him so many shades of atrocities. They really had an intense hate for his kind, and he fed off of strong emotions like that. Sometimes he had to be careful, though. Currently, he couldn't stand on even ground with the "Obelisks" that he had encountered only once or twice. So when they arrived, he usually took his leave. Even though he was pretty much immortal, he didn't want to get sent back to the depths after working so hard to get out.
Julius was pretty close to the human now, lurking in the shade of a large tree right on the edge of the training ground. He didn't really need to announce his presence, that human was sure to recogize it seconds from now. Knowing this, he stepped out of the shade and into the light, squinting. His ever-present creepy smile belying a demonic nature. He was sure that a string of atrocities, or at the very least, demands would be cast at him as soon as the human figured out just what Julius was. 476 -- Julius Altair han: 9 rei: 11 hak: 16 sei: 12 buk: 13 hoh: 15 |
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Post by Phaeron Hibana on May 2, 2013 21:37:44 GMT -5
Phaeron had been intensely training for a while, taking a break and recovering from the exhaustion. By the time he had fully recovered, he noticed a dark reiatsu nearing. He drew his Sword of Kings and set the other swords aside. He held it upside-down and felt his purple rage energy envelope it. The blade grew tremendously, appearing to be one large sword but really being a two-part weapon. He felt as if his personality was going to change soon, so he fought the urge to let his mind switch into his violent persona so he allowed the being come from the shadows peacefully. Turning around, he spun his great sword skillfully, spinning around in his hand before he stopped it as it pointed into the sky. He rested it on his shoulder and smiled.
"You know...It isn't very smart to enter the Vatican with that kind of reiatsu. Judging by it, it definitely isn't one of the Consecro's." he stated aloud, calling out to his foe. He had great physical ability, he might be able to overpower his foe but the reiatsu did seem stronger. If there was a battle, it would be a close call for sure. He prepared to fight, but he was a slow one. In his training, he had hoped to become a faster fighter but his strength was a more important asset. His skill was impeccable for a man of his level with a blade, so he needed to be wary. "This can't be a simple fight if you have this dark of a reiatsu. You know that, right?" Phaeron's voice deepened because he wasn't smiling, and he wasn't in a happy mood anymore.
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Post by Julius Altair on May 3, 2013 21:40:52 GMT -5
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Can you feel This? Does it Sting?
I feel Nothing at All. | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style,width:350px; background-color: #101010;][atrb=vAlign,top]★ The perfect crime The perfect crime Julius watched the human draw his sword. He figured that something like that would happen almost immediately. His presence wasn't exactly friendly. So predictable; all the Consecro humans were like that. The sword even changed suddenly, becoming larger. With his demeanour, Julius didn't look like the kind of guy who paid much attention to small details, but in truth, he was quite the opposite. He was always watching and calculating, poised and waiting for the best opportunity to strike.
The man was smiling. Now that was not predictable. Usually his presence angered the Consecro humans. He was well-known in the Vatican after all; he had a lot of amusement at their expense. He never really caused much harm, but he was a demon. Something like him would never be tolerable to them. And that's why he loved to come here; the reactions were always great. The guy standing before him was a little different, though.
"Oh, you noticed? I was hoping I could sneak by..." he said silkily, obviously sarcastic. His voice was a bit deeper than his demeanour suggested, but it suited him. He noticed that the human's happy disposition seemed to have shifted rather quickly. He wasn't smiling anymore. On top of that, his words contained a thinly-veiled threat. Julius would have narrowed his eyes, but they were already practically closed.
"Oh my, are ya gonna kill me?" he asked playfully, still using the smooth tone that suggested that he was messing around with the human. He found that when they didn't feel that they were being taken seriously, these high and mighty people got pretty angry. Julius still had his hands in his pockets, looking fairly relaxed and carefree. He would let the human attack first. It was inevitable that he would eventually. He couldn't exactly let a Togabito run around in the Vatican, could he? 306 -- Julius Altair han: 9 rei: 11 hak: 16 sei: 12 buk: 13 hoh: 15 |
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