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Posted: Wed Dec 06, 2006 3:02 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 06, 2006 3:16 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 06, 2006 3:28 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 06, 2006 3:33 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 06, 2006 3:41 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 06, 2006 10:17 pm
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silentdraconis Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Dec 07, 2006 6:18 am
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"Because they can, Boss." Allan replied, considering he himself had done similar (in the excess of power used) things to destroy. "They've never had to worry about running low, so they don't." The winged man shrugged and curled his fingers, flexing them. "I wish..." But he didn't finish the sentence. Instead, he gritted his teeth and began putting things away as the cracks in the floor vanished and things returned to normal. He was a Summon, a Destroyer. It didn't really matter what he wanted to do, because it was always what is summoner wished, and when not summoned, as he was now, he was... weak... He ignored the gong like snap for a very long minute before looking up from his work as he stretched, and blinked. "Ah. What can we do for you?" As though he hadn't known the man was there.
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Posted: Thu Dec 07, 2006 5:37 pm
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klausolas Himiko gave a small bow to Daisuke. "Nice to meet you. Sooo how do I get a liobrary card and what's it for. I've never had one before. Is it nice?" She shuddered a bit as her wings vanished back into her back. "Sorry about that I just didn't want them to get in the way. Anyway I know libraries are used for research but what kind of materials are in this library?" Because things are the way they are. . .
"Well. . .", Daisuke sighed and looked up - possibly thinking of how a library card might be best described to someone who haven't seen one. "A library card is a card that lets you use any of our books or research materials such as maps, atlas and magazines. It's something like a secret password or letter of permission of some sort. That way, we can identify who borrows and who doesn't return our things. It's not as if we don't like people to use it, but it's more like we want people to return it to us so other people can use it too. And for your question of 'is it nice' I guess we should have a tour on what you can do to your card after we have you registered - what do you say to that?"
Daisukie smiled and tapped his foot where a small hole crumbled away from the library wall. The distortion hole linked the outside to the more peaceful side of the lobby none of the insiders had caused chaos yet. It was obviously made to avoid an unpleasant sight should they entered the main door. "This way please. . .", he ushered her into the hole where she could see a set of three plush leather couches with a pairing elegant glass table. "Have a seat. I'll just need to ask you some questions and fill up a form, a picture taken and it's all set."
The hole was made to collapse whenever the two of them had actually entered the premises.
. . . things will not stay the way they are. -Bertolt Brecht
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Posted: Thu Dec 07, 2006 5:55 pm
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Posted: Thu Dec 07, 2006 6:46 pm
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He pondered if the library would even willingly part with the Cursed Apocraph, there were once more than 5 copies in the world, but for good reason many a cleric, fearful or righteous ruler, had destroyed it, usually by dousing the tome in holy oil, and burning it in a fire. He only knew this because the still living blood of a demon of the legion of Azazel was required to pen the damned thing.
He remembered watching as the host demon in hell, captured by Beelzebub's, being tortured by Lillith herself, suddenly writhed in fury and died, before she could extract any knowledge of the location of Alastor's forces, who were under Azazel's army. Although it was satisfying to all that such filth died, Alastor's forces overran the city of Dis later that evening, resulting in a massacre of Beelzebub's broods in the city. They later found out the damned high priestess of the Uluruk tribe had destroyed the tome tied to the demon they were interrogating. Using the oil to prevent the demon from manifesting from the book and escaping into the mortal realm, and then using fire to destroy the physical component.
The high priestess later got her comeuppance. The attempts to corrupt her with incubi were failures. At least until they realized the were going about it the wrong way and sent her a succubus. The discovery of the so-called holy priestess with a demon sent the tribe into chaos, and led to internal conflict. After which they were destroyed by a neighboring tribe sensing weakness.
He then realized his journey back to hell would not be easy, as any portal to hell would most likely materialize in Azazel territory. He did not trust what Ronwe said earlier at all. Filthy legions of Azazel are as untrustowrthy as they come.
However, he was a demon, and his powers were most likely above the mortal rabble flitting to and fro in this building, should resistance arise.
His ears detected someone saying something about enslaving demons to build a castle for him as chattel labor. For a fraction of a second his rage enveloped him, and his hand's disguise was undone, revealing a very large knife, about 4 feet long and one foot wide. But only for a fraction of a second. Only a humminbird would have noticed.
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Posted: Thu Dec 07, 2006 11:24 pm
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Posted: Fri Dec 08, 2006 2:15 pm
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