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Lord Vulkas Mormonus Vile High Xeodent of Xeomerica.          Since: 10-29-04 From: North Carolina, United States. World, Sol System, milky way Since last post: 97 days Last activity: 97 days |
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| Stepping into grave danger, no idea what was coming, Eralath was torn. It was not his way, but to fight against Legion, that was worth fighting for.
He lifted up his arm, and pulled away the flesh mask that covered his face. He pulled off his trenchcoat and stood up straight. Where he was once just over six feet tall, Eralath now stood over eight. His fat face was no this, covered in an exoskeleton. He removed his gloves, revealing powerful claws. He was a warrior of the Xiuhcoatl, a soldier feared by any race, and he was ready. "I give my oath to follow you in this." His eyes locked with Apollo's, "But I have already made many oaths with my own race, oaths yet stronger than this. I will follow you in every action that does not harm the Xiuhcoatl to the end of this mission." He had made his choice. It was time. |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4851 days Last activity: 4474 days |
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| The last oath had been made. The Beast's eyes opened wide, stretching out far in all directions.
"So it shall be. Break this vow, and you belong to me." Apollo bowed, and raised his hands again. The darkness dissipated quickly, bringing the group back to its original meeting place. Apollo sighed as his true form faded slowly back into his human skin. He turned away and wiped the sweat off of his brow, glaring at his shadow. He quickly composed himself and turned back to the group. "Now that we've got that nasty business out of the way, I believe we can commence our planning. Friends, I've wasted enough of your time. We will be robbing Central Bank, the largest human bank in the city that stores cold, hard cash, and quite a bit of it." He smiled and placed his hands on the table. "Kane will run recon with support from my assistant. The main group will be comprised of myself, Edward, Eralath, and Dahlia, whenever the hell she gets here. Cindy and Bruce, you'll be with us most of the way, but we'll need you two to combine strengths and construct us a tunnel escape route. That's the general gist of it. Any suggestions?" Apollo was deliberately rushing his explanation. He liked to be in control when others were not. It was a talent of his. |
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FX Zombie Marco Since: 03-24-06 Since last post: 3832 days Last activity: 3728 days |
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| Kane spoke, his voice as the dark that constantly surrounded him. It sounded as if mustering the human act of speech caused him much effort and even more disgust.
"What of the lives of the mortals inside? And our supernatural nature? Is Legion to know this was a crime committed by those above human stature?" |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4851 days Last activity: 4474 days |
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| Apollo responded quickly, obviously mulling over this question and rehearsing his answer.
"We're going to need some magic, but not enough to attract instant attention. We'll work on disabling the security grid before revealing too much magic. Also, no killing unless absolutely necessary. If we play safe, quiet, and fast, we should be out of there before the Legion is tipped off." |
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Phoenixocracy The one true Xeodent  Since: 01-08-10 From: Xeomerica Since last post: 1698 days Last activity: 1698 days |
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| At the words 'no killing', an almost inaudible whisper sounded throughout the room, seeming to come from Apollo. It was almost a sound of..amusement. | |||
Xeios You WANKER! Since: 08-16-04 Since last post: 5076 days Last activity: 1386 days |
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| The Nautican standing in the group nodded his head lightly.
"Apollo, is there a chance we will be caught on camera? If so, I'd like to change my human form to something younger, no need for the many years I've spent undercover to go to waste. While I rather like my normal human shape, there are a series of older people and historians who will think me a ghost should they see me in some robbery footage. Looking the spitting image of when the mighty ship sank." Edward constantly shifted lives, moving from one human form to the other, working undercover and sometimes even building lives with the people he comes in contact with. No one suspects their best friend to stab them in the back. Edward was good at this job. (Last edited by Xeios on 02-04-10 11:08 PM) |
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Katana Dark Wizard \"She said tonight...come on come on collide...see what I fire feels like..I bet its just like heaven.\"  Since: 08-15-04 From: Philadelphia, P.A. Since last post: 1557 days Last activity: 1374 days |
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| "Not a chance in hell will we be caught on camera." A smooth voice cooed throughout the room.
"However, changing your form wouldn't be a bad idea. We don't need the publicity of an eye-witness, perhaps, catching glimpse of a 'ghost.'" From behind the opening door stepped a woman of an petite stature of 5'3, long black hair flowing behind her, softly whisping back and forth as she closed the door and entered the room. "Bravo Apollo." she mused, with a soft clap of her pale hands, her red lips surrounding the dazzling smile that made her green eyes sparkle. "You have quite the crowd." Her voice came out gentle and kind, yet with all the confidence in the world. "And powerful too, I might add." She announced, eyeing the crowded parlor. "Forgive my tardiness, lady and gentlemen." She says with a smile, and a wink in Cindy's direction. "Keeping my cover must take precidence, especially on the eve of our small excursion." |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4851 days Last activity: 4474 days |
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| Apollo smiled warmly. He was more than happy to bury that whisper from the collective memory. "Dahlia, my dear. So glad you could join us. Everyone, this is Dahlia. A trusted friend and associate. She is of the Fae."
He turned to the group at large. "But I digress. This robbery is a gamble, so we need all the odds on our side. The less time we have for Legion to see us coming, the better. So, unless something unforseeably catastrophic happens, we commence tomorrow. You need to be on the top of your game. Do what you need to do to get there." |
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True Flight The One Since: 08-21-04 Since last post: 102 days Last activity: 102 days |
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| Rebecca walked in and looked at Apollo. To put it plainly, she was beautiful. Rebecca had a beautifully cut face. Her eyes were the perfect almond shape and green. Her long black hair carried a rose that never wilted above her left ear. She was the height of a super model. In fact, she was a model. She still wasn't famous though, or as famous as she thought. She looked at everyone. They're all more different than me.... As if I'm going to be useful for this mission. She thought. Rebecca nodded. "My name is Rebecca..." She said. "I work with photographers...and painters... I know the area pretty well... I don't know if you will be needing my assistance though." When Rebecca spoke it seemed as if the world would stop moving every now and then.
Rebecca looked down at the ground and held her arm. Her jacket she was wearing made a small shifting noise. She wore a pair of red pants with a white button up blouse. Rebecca new she wasn't going to get the respect she wanted from some of the other races here. Especially the wraith. They all would think her to be a normal human being. After all, everyone assumed that her race was made up by the humans. Michael Angelo would so disagree with her on that one. She was the inspiration for most of his works of art. Her skin was more pale than before. Rebecca was more scared of being killed by the wraith than she was working with this group of people after all. |
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Squire Vince Storm Eagle is watching you, he sees your every move. Since: 04-17-10 From: Victorian London. Since last post: 4951 days Last activity: 4925 days |
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| As Rebecca finished speaking a cold air filled the room. A man stepped into the room from behind her frail body. He was a large skinny man, it seemed like he was on the verge of falling to pieces. "I'm sorry for interupting you Miss Rebecca," He placed a long bony hand on Rebecca's shoulder as he passed by her. "Apollo, I have a message for you." He scanned the room with his cold emotionless eyes and adjusted his glasses. "Privately." |
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