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 Posted: Sun Aug 15, 2010 1:01 pm
Zephyr moved up back to the stands, to find not even a single corpse. He raised an eyebrow, no traces of his assistant either, it was a possibility that they had kidnapped her, or taken the corpse of Kagura, Hakura, or of that stranger somewhere else. But that'd be highly unlikely.
"Strange.." He muttered to himself, sitting on a bench. There was a baseball under his foot, he nearly stepped on it. Rather than kicking it aside he sat down and began to toss it up and down. Zethriel was angered about something, sound travelled in the hollowed halls of the arena. This however didn't really bother him on account of that he wasn't very sane. He thought it was a bad idea to discuss matters with him at the moment, but rather let Zethriel come to him.
Zephyr stood up once more, and began walking around the bleachers, tossing that ball up and down. He shouldn't spend much more time here, someone would come and investegate. See all those blood spatters and the few corpses that were left behind. There were only few due to that man's black hole thing.
"What was his name?" Zephyr crossed his arms, remembering the starting moments of the battle. "Lucifer Kitone..."
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Posted: Sun Aug 15, 2010 1:06 pm
Zethriel eventually wandered back outside, into the open air. He spied Zephyr in the stands, and walked toward him. Maybe he knows something...
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Posted: Sun Aug 15, 2010 1:15 pm
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Posted: Sun Aug 15, 2010 1:17 pm
Zephyr caught the ball, placing it in his pocket when he spied Zethriel walking towards him.
"Hello mr.Valleresso, how may I help you this fine evening?"
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Posted: Mon Aug 16, 2010 9:38 am
Zethriel moved closer before he answered. "Fine evening... feh, whatever.... I was just wondering if you have new information, and I would like to know you a little better."
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Posted: Mon Aug 16, 2010 9:48 am
Zephyr placed a hand on the rail. His eyes were as calm and regal looking as usual.
"Well for starters, It seems that Hakura has been kidnapped. Thats all the clear evidence I have, I'm going to get some of my men out here to track her down, maybe we'll find that Lucifer person too." He gazed down onto the field, he thought it was best to leave the lights on, it would only cause further suspicion. "With all this blood there must be a trail."
((zOMG's being slow =_= probably cause of the recent update bugs and what not))
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Posted: Mon Aug 16, 2010 10:21 am
"Lucifer huh? That was the guy who ruined my plans... I thought for sure I could destroy them... the trap was set, I was ready, then he just comes in here... I've lost my last chance at killing them. Now all that is left is a direct confrontation, we'll fight for Senteniel's Box I suppose." He looked up at the sky, and studied the stars for a moment. Ketress curled up on his shoulder, and clung to his hood. "What do you think?"
"I think you might be wrong, Rafeal could die." Ketress responded. "But then again... he's hard to kill."
"How in the hell is that scrawny kid still alive?" Zethriel leaned agianst the railing.
"Aleta. She keeps him alive, he does the same for her in his own way. That is what I observed." They went on talking like this, not careing what Zephyr thought about it.
((I was going to go check out the updates to... *goes off to zOMG*))
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Posted: Mon Aug 16, 2010 10:39 am
Zephyr looked back to Zethriel, he placed a hand on his chin.
"We may have chances ahead to eliminate the competition, we may not. Just keep a cool head, look forward and you'll know the perfect time to strike." A thin smile crossed his face, as he adjusted his coat.
"As they say, keep your eye on the ball, not the bat."
At this time, a group of four approached Zephyr from behind, they wore suits akin to that of a crime scene investegator. Only that they had the Kei symbol; an arrow being shot by an sillouette of a man, over their heart. This symbol was one known by the populous, Zephyr had a different symbol for those in the underground operations group.
"Zephyr sir. We've conducted our experiments and we've come to a conclusion, Neither demon had been killed, and Hakura has not been harmed. The demon named Lucifer has fingerprints on that motorbike over there, given some more time we can track him to his current location, maybe find Hakura in the process." One stepped forward giving the information, when they spoke about the bike he pointed over to the wall where the motorbike was flipped over, it needed to be repaired.
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Posted: Mon Aug 16, 2010 10:47 am
"Yeah... good point." He fouind himself focusing on one question, Why can't I just kill him? Am I the weak one?
Feeble minded master.... A voice spoke, and he silenced it. Just shut up... Feeling it would come back, he decided to stop taling to himself. Now was not a good time to loose that small scrap of sanity he clung to. "So, what now?" He said to Zephyr.
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Posted: Mon Aug 16, 2010 10:56 am
Zephyr shrugged, waving a hand to dismiss the group.
"Thats up to you, I'm headed back to get some rest. I can't stay here for long, so I guess its so long Mister Valleresso."
He retrieved the baseball one more time, tossing it up and down as he walked downstairs. Headed out of the stadium.
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Posted: Mon Aug 16, 2010 11:12 am
Zethriel wandered the stadium aimlessly for about an hour after Zephyr left, looking for a place to sleep. Huh... what if he does lie in bed, dying? All of my problems would be over, and we will be victorious.... but what are the chances of that? The first notion of possibly looseing this battle crossed his mind for the first time.
***
Before she went to bed, Aleta took some time to write in her logbook. Rafeal was running a fever, that was expected. He'll be okay by morning... She sat on a chair next to his bed, she listened to the sound of his breathing, and the sounds of the night outside.
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Posted: Mon Aug 16, 2010 11:18 am
Logbook 2, entry 5
I keep forgeting I have this thing... well, its time to record events now that we can finally get some rest.
First off, we got Rafeal out of the hospital, I healed him and we escaped. Then we drove to Isle de Gambino. (Of course we crossed bridges to get there... heh... I have a lame sense of humor.) There, we confronted the enemy.
((Still writing... I keep forgeting I can tell the story from Aleta's point of view.))
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Posted: Mon Aug 16, 2010 11:55 am
Duri sat at the desk in his room, it was the first time in a while that he had written in his jounal. He kinda missed having Kagura cling to him in his sleep. She was sound asleep on the bed. He twirlled a pen in his hand and put it to the paper.
"Uhh...... Man, it really has been awhile since I've had a break like this... Meh," He put it aside, when Duri looses continuity, he often won't do it again.
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Posted: Mon Aug 16, 2010 12:30 pm
((I was making a facebook page.... yes, I have a Facebook... and i still hate it.... -_- The games are so stupid... I have one just so I can talk to 1 friend I've been seperated from.))
Aleta heard Rafeal cry out in his sleep, not a word, just a quieted yell. She glanced up from her book, and sighed. I hate seeing him like this... I hate seeing anyone like this... She put her journal away, and walked over to him. "Rafeal?" No answer, he was asleep, but not at peace. He tossed and turned, struggleing through a nightmare. I shouldn't wake him... I remember reading somewhere that you only remember dreams where you wake up. Instead, she crawled under the covers next to her mate.
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Posted: Mon Aug 16, 2010 12:36 pm
((never had a face book.. Never will))
Duri scratched the back of his head, he removed his shirt and eased himself into bed. Immediately Kagura clung to him like a magnet.
"Whelp, time too see if she can use a frying pan." He mumbled to himself as he shut his eyes.
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