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by Nightkill the Emperor » Thu Jan 26, 2012 6:04 pm
Nat: Night's always in some bizarre state somewhere between "intoxicated enough to kill a hair metal lead singer" and "annoying Mormon missionary sober".
Swith: It's because you're so awesome. God himself refreshes the screen before he types just to see if Nightkill has written anything while he was off somewhere else.
by Nationstatelandsville » Thu Jan 26, 2012 6:45 pm
Nightkill the Emperor wrote:"Shakara ilk akhy!" Gabriel yelled back into the sky. It's romanized and I'm not telling you the language unless you beg, cause fuck you.
Gabriel attached the horse to the sleigh. "So, where the fuck are we going now?"
by The Inritus Extraho » Thu Jan 26, 2012 9:18 pm
by Agritum » Fri Jan 27, 2012 5:17 am
The Inritus Extraho wrote:Nico frowned, and sat back in the sleigh, wondering what was going on. He frowned, and then just tapped against the hilts. He could feel his insanity bleeding through him, actually infesting his mind.One two three four five four five four three two one two one two threefourfivefourfive43- his thoughts were interrupted by the horse touching down.
"Libya." he murmured, echoing Wayne. "Ah... Dame Gwen, I'm sorry for touching your soul." Though few would understand a blade being a soul, Nico suspected that the Dame was one of the few who knew the connection. To die without a blade in your hands was to damn your soul - not that Nico really cared, he didn't have one.
by Nationstatelandsville » Fri Jan 27, 2012 3:52 pm
Agritum wrote:The Inritus Extraho wrote:Nico frowned, and sat back in the sleigh, wondering what was going on. He frowned, and then just tapped against the hilts. He could feel his insanity bleeding through him, actually infesting his mind.One two three four five four five four three two one two one two threefourfivefourfive43- his thoughts were interrupted by the horse touching down.
"Libya." he murmured, echoing Wayne. "Ah... Dame Gwen, I'm sorry for touching your soul." Though few would understand a blade being a soul, Nico suspected that the Dame was one of the few who knew the connection. To die without a blade in your hands was to damn your soul - not that Nico really cared, he didn't have one.
"Our souls,Mr Hawkeye" Gwen corrected.
She gazed towards the hilt of Cortana,now resting in its sheat.Two souls,fighting for a common cause.Two souls,that needed each other to properly function.
Two souls,acquiring an unnatural synergy between them.The Dame feels like being a sword herself,the sharp line dividing Light and Darkness.
Every slash,every stab,every block.Both the Dame and the sword feel them.
Cortana-Sword of Mercy.One of the many,fabled weapons of the legends.Forged with the same steel of Durendal and Joyeuse,carring the same ancestral power possessed by the likes of Galatine and Arondight.
Sir Tristan wielded it,when his heart burned for Isolde.
The paladin Ogier wielded it,when he fought the Saracens under the liege of Charlemagne.
And now there she was,the current wielder of Cortana.Dame Neverton,last standing member of the Knights of the Round Table.
She stepped off the sled,landing on the soft sand beneath it,then took the first steps towards the entrance of the cave.
by Nightkill the Emperor » Fri Jan 27, 2012 3:55 pm
Nat: Night's always in some bizarre state somewhere between "intoxicated enough to kill a hair metal lead singer" and "annoying Mormon missionary sober".
Swith: It's because you're so awesome. God himself refreshes the screen before he types just to see if Nightkill has written anything while he was off somewhere else.
by Nationstatelandsville » Fri Jan 27, 2012 4:25 pm
Nightkill the Emperor wrote:Gabriel checked his IPhone. "Fuck you." "I fucked all your whores after you left Heaven." "I kissed a daemon and I liked it." He said, reciting the posts on his wall on Celestialbook. "Is this you, or is this Zacheriah hacking your account?" he asked.
"In general, I think I was ignoring you. What's up?"
by Nightkill the Emperor » Fri Jan 27, 2012 5:10 pm
Nat: Night's always in some bizarre state somewhere between "intoxicated enough to kill a hair metal lead singer" and "annoying Mormon missionary sober".
Swith: It's because you're so awesome. God himself refreshes the screen before he types just to see if Nightkill has written anything while he was off somewhere else.
by Ionian Knights » Fri Jan 27, 2012 7:08 pm
by Nationstatelandsville » Fri Jan 27, 2012 8:36 pm
Nightkill the Emperor wrote:"Oh." Gabriel said.
"Oh fuck."
There was a pause. Then Gabriel started dialing on his phone. "WHITE! ANSWER THIS!"
Ionian Knights wrote:Durim looked at the two angels fighting like little girls. "Look, I'm no expert on diplomacy, but I do believe what Mr. Micheal here just said is the equivalent of hell on Earth." Instinctively he clutched his ax, his knuckles white. "Also, let's hurry up and get out of Libya while we still can, cause if what you say is true, Rome is in trouble. I'm no fan of all that fancy art shit, but while we still can fight, we must!" The dwarven fury in him was boiling. "We fight to the last man! We fight to the death! Most likely we are all that stand between you humans surviving, thus my race surviving, and utter destruction. And That brings in no beer or gold." Durim's eyes looked like they were on fire inside. "We save Rome, Italy, Europe, then find peace... cause my gut tells me that there is a third party in this..." He looked at Oliver. "How much you want to bet the OIA are the instigators?"
by Nightkill the Emperor » Fri Jan 27, 2012 8:57 pm
Nat: Night's always in some bizarre state somewhere between "intoxicated enough to kill a hair metal lead singer" and "annoying Mormon missionary sober".
Swith: It's because you're so awesome. God himself refreshes the screen before he types just to see if Nightkill has written anything while he was off somewhere else.
by Nationstatelandsville » Fri Jan 27, 2012 9:08 pm
Nightkill the Emperor wrote:Gabriel's voice screamed into the phone in Arabic. "WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?" he sighed. "I don't even need to be there to know what you're doing. You're challenging a doppelganger who is currently a Doctor to a staring contest. Is it Tennant? No, not Smith. Eccelston. That's it. Really White, I'm just disappointed." he said.
"Anyway, you're probably updated on what's going on. They blew up Naples? Remember our vacation there a century ago? Motherfuckers blew the place up. Olympus is attacking Heaven. I'll need your help." he continued now in French for no particular reason other than he could.
by Ionian Knights » Fri Jan 27, 2012 9:11 pm
Nationstatelandsville wrote:Nightkill the Emperor wrote:"Oh." Gabriel said.
"Oh fuck."
There was a pause. Then Gabriel started dialing on his phone. "WHITE! ANSWER THIS!"
White and the Room were staring at each other intensely. The past seventeen days had been filled with a whole lot of bullshit, and White needed to unwind somehow. So, like any sane human would do, she summoned her Christoper Eccelston doppelganger best friend whose dark and horrible powers reached far beyond human understanding and challenged him to a staring contest. White had forgotten to factor in two things: Gabriel's physical incapability to make a decision without her holding his hand and the Room never having to blink. Ever. Seriously, don't look at the guy, its extremely unsettling. White's petty attempt to beat the Ninth Doctor at anything was interrupted, of course, by Gabriel, who is really the only person in this creepy pseudo-mènage à trois who really matters. White simply sighed, knowing full well who it was. No one else knew her number, everyone else just called the cops and screamed a lot about fish-men eating their waffles (fish-men love waffles) and the police rerouted them to the Society. She reached across the table and grabbed the phone, never taking her eyes off of the Room. They were starting to sing.
"Fuck you," she said, bringing it up to her face, "you already missed your deadline and I set you up with the perfect plot for a Kiefer Sutherland television series. You're all going to lose your jobs if I can't convince Yellow and Purple to change their minds. They never liked you, you know. Old white men never do."Ionian Knights wrote:Durim looked at the two angels fighting like little girls. "Look, I'm no expert on diplomacy, but I do believe what Mr. Micheal here just said is the equivalent of hell on Earth." Instinctively he clutched his ax, his knuckles white. "Also, let's hurry up and get out of Libya while we still can, cause if what you say is true, Rome is in trouble. I'm no fan of all that fancy art shit, but while we still can fight, we must!" The dwarven fury in him was boiling. "We fight to the last man! We fight to the death! Most likely we are all that stand between you humans surviving, thus my race surviving, and utter destruction. And That brings in no beer or gold." Durim's eyes looked like they were on fire inside. "We save Rome, Italy, Europe, then find peace... cause my gut tells me that there is a third party in this..." He looked at Oliver. "How much you want to bet the OIA are the instigators?"
"Third party?" Oliver scoffed, "There are third and fourth parties involved in this. But I'll let White explain that to you when we get back to D.C. You are considering joining the Society, right?"
by Agritum » Sat Jan 28, 2012 10:27 am
by Nationstatelandsville » Sat Jan 28, 2012 11:21 am
Agritum wrote:While Gabriel and Michael bickered outside of the cave,Gwen had reached the sword.She grabbed with both hands the hilt of it,and pulled it in her direction.The sword came off easily from the table,causing Gwen to fall on her back due to the excessive thrust she had applied on it.
Then,she finally got a closer look at the glowing sword:
Its hilt was composed by a slender,long grip painted in a dark blue color,connected to curved,golden cross-guard.The pommel was very small,almost non-existant,and tinged too in a golden hue.
The blade,who measured about 90 cm in length and 20 of width,was decorated by in an particular cross motive on its rain guard and letters of unknown alphabet carved on its edge.
Certainly,it had been forged by expert hands,maybe divine ones.Gwen could feel an ethereal aura being emitted by the sword,enveloping her in a soothing and warm sensation.
But why that rusty sword had started to glow as she entered the cave?And most importantly,what that sword was?Surely,it was a very ancient artifact,kept in pristine condition by whatever arcane force that permeated it.
Her mind full of unanswered questions,Gwen stepped out of the cave with the newly found sword,reaching her fellow Brigadiers.As she heard of the nuking of Naples and Canterbury,and of the ongoing war between Yahweh and the Olympians,Gwen shuddered.
"So many lives lost..." she murmured,gripping the Glowing Sword thightly.
by Nightkill the Emperor » Sat Jan 28, 2012 3:43 pm
Nat: Night's always in some bizarre state somewhere between "intoxicated enough to kill a hair metal lead singer" and "annoying Mormon missionary sober".
Swith: It's because you're so awesome. God himself refreshes the screen before he types just to see if Nightkill has written anything while he was off somewhere else.
by Rupudska » Sat Jan 28, 2012 3:53 pm
Hladgos wrote:Scantly clad women, more like tanks
seem to be blowing up everyones banks
with airstrikes from girls with wings to their knees
which show a bit more than just their panties
by Nationstatelandsville » Sat Jan 28, 2012 4:16 pm
Nightkill the Emperor wrote:"Stop giving us backstory." Gabriel snapped. "What are we going to do now?"
It's a short post because I'm busy and Nat wants one.
by Ionian Knights » Sat Jan 28, 2012 5:56 pm
by Nightkill the Emperor » Sat Jan 28, 2012 7:48 pm
Nat: Night's always in some bizarre state somewhere between "intoxicated enough to kill a hair metal lead singer" and "annoying Mormon missionary sober".
Swith: It's because you're so awesome. God himself refreshes the screen before he types just to see if Nightkill has written anything while he was off somewhere else.
by Nationstatelandsville » Sat Jan 28, 2012 8:53 pm
Ionian Knights wrote:Durim furrowed his brow. "So... we have a 4 way contest for one city? A city that can't be destroyed." He looked at Micheal. "Rome has power for both sides no? and if it is destroyed, it's a catch 22." He started to pace, with his pipe in his mouth. "Also, I found this mask near Santa's place." He pulled it out of his knapsack and showed it to the group. "You guys know what it is? Cause I'm rather confused, and intrigued by the design, for it seems not to have been made by dwarf nor man..." He snickered a little. "Trust me, you humans make such flawed devices, I feel sickened to even think of them." In the Dwarf's mind though, he was planning on how they were going to fight gods... and stop the world, his home, from falling to pieces...
by The Inritus Extraho » Sat Jan 28, 2012 9:20 pm
by Agritum » Sun Jan 29, 2012 12:52 am
by Nightkill the Emperor » Sun Jan 29, 2012 1:26 pm
Nat: Night's always in some bizarre state somewhere between "intoxicated enough to kill a hair metal lead singer" and "annoying Mormon missionary sober".
Swith: It's because you're so awesome. God himself refreshes the screen before he types just to see if Nightkill has written anything while he was off somewhere else.
by Nationstatelandsville » Sun Jan 29, 2012 2:06 pm
Agritum wrote:Gwen observed the radar,while the battle raged around the Nemo.
"Wait..but those are Lybian fighters!And we're shotting them down..."
She slammed her hand on the table near the navigation console.
"They're military!They are only doing their work!Couldn't we simply evade them and shot down the missiles?"
Gwen covered her face,as her head crumbled on the desk.
"Dear God...I feel like the accomplice of a murderer..."
Nightkill the Emperor wrote:"Pew! Pew pew pew! Take that, Libyans! This is what you get for electing Gaddafi instead of Gabriel!" he yelled, firing down at the planes. He repeatedly pressed the joystick button, firing down lasers.
He flicked on a switch.
Music turned on. He began singing with the lyrics.
A warning to the people
The good and the evil
This is war
To the soldier, the civillian
The martyr, the victim
This is war
It's the moment of truth and the moment to lie
The moment to live and the moment to die
The moment to fight, the moment to fight, to fight, to fight, to fight
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