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Post by Tribune Bolton on Feb 22, 2015 22:19:40 GMT -5
For a brief moment, Tanelo almost couldn't resist getting the drop on this possible enemy. But, he figured, the mission came first. The stand user was in the middle of the front lines. He was just doing his job. "We'll sneak past the commotion. Everyone keep your heads low and triggers ready."
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Post by MistaMista on Feb 22, 2015 22:23:54 GMT -5
"What, no fighting?" Alek snickered as she followed the instructions given. She could see exactly just how much this guy wanted to fight. "Shame. It's always the easiest to read someone with your hands around their neck."
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Post by NeverNeverland on Feb 26, 2015 19:24:56 GMT -5
Leonore carefully tracked Konrad's movements, keeping her finger cannon steady as she aimed at the two soldiers. She could barely hear the conversation, but as soon as Konrad activated his Stand, Leonore knew something was up. She started moving closer before a flash of light and a burst of colors overwhelmed her senses. When it faded, Leonore found only one soldier, just standing without any concern. She pointed her pistol finger at the soldier and began speaking.
"You! Tell me what happened to the soldier that just came by!" Leonore yelled, approaching the soldier, but didn't get an answer. Her ears however caught the sounds of an odd chant, something much foreign than any language she's ever heard. All coming from the houses nearby. Leonore bit on the inside of her cheek as she continued pointing her finger at the enemy.
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Post by hellohello on May 11, 2015 15:23:43 GMT -5
Dark, twisted whispers. Incomprehensible. Muttering. Shaking. Confusion. Chaos. Hooded men in silent caves, naked men in screaming raves. Bashing their soiled and broken bodies against the walls. Trying desperately to make sense of something, anything. A ritual. Or at least, it seemed that way. Robed beings gathered under an impossible sky, gazing madly at the universe. Awful, terrible, amazing creatures, as old as existence, nodded their silent agreement. A small shellfish of blue color sat upon a cracked obsidian pedestal. A man muttered insane ravings, standing behind it. He gently caressed the blue creature, smiling sweetly. A throng of followers closed their eyes and sang:
Time is the essence Time is the season Time has no reason Time everlasting Time can not know We will burn out the day We will burn out the night
The B.Ö.C has risen.
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