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Post by Al Dragonia on Nov 18, 2011 15:52:48 GMT -5
"That's... Creepy. But I can take care of myself."
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Post by SI9000 on Nov 18, 2011 15:56:31 GMT -5
The Angel waited for him to leave.
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Post by Al Dragonia on Nov 18, 2011 15:57:38 GMT -5
He left... and smiled at the angel. Something about this guy was just so innocent.
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Post by SI9000 on Nov 18, 2011 16:00:36 GMT -5
Once he was gone, the Angel stretched his wings, then fled the place. Quietly.
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Post by Al Dragonia on Nov 18, 2011 16:02:49 GMT -5
A soft, soothing, androgynous voice echoed around the angel, Why have you come to our universe?
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Post by SI9000 on Nov 18, 2011 16:07:53 GMT -5
Moreil settled on a mountain not all too far away. I was sent here. he replied, truthfully.
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Post by Al Dragonia on Nov 18, 2011 16:10:36 GMT -5
"I am Jornma, king of the gods. You are an angel from another dimension. Perhaps I should show Myself to you."
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Post by SI9000 on Nov 18, 2011 16:12:18 GMT -5
"Creator would appreciate it." Moreil said, examining his scythe.
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Post by Al Dragonia on Nov 18, 2011 16:19:21 GMT -5
The sky darkened. The trees combusted, lightning flashed in the sky, and the Earth shivered... a huge throne appearing on the ground. The throne was made of Red Neonite and had a triangle within a square withing a pentagon emblazened on the back.
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Post by SI9000 on Nov 18, 2011 16:21:39 GMT -5
The Angel blinked. "Ooh...?" He let his scythe disappear.
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Post by Al Dragonia on Nov 18, 2011 17:00:26 GMT -5
The chair turned around slowly, revealing an enormous, red, scaled humanoid wearing naught but a loin cloth. His six eyes were as amber, and burned bright like the sun. spikes adorned his face, and his fangs glistened in the sunlight with a fine radiance and a spike jutted from his chest while a warm smile came across his face. In both hands he held daggers with sickles on the bottom of them- dual weapons. A warm smile came cross his bearded face and he stared at the angel...
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Post by SI9000 on Nov 18, 2011 17:03:13 GMT -5
Moreil's arms stayed limp. "Hello..." His wings shifted, tucking up behind him.
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Post by Al Dragonia on Nov 18, 2011 17:12:53 GMT -5
Jornma looked down on the angel, "Anything you'd like to talk about?"
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Post by SI9000 on Nov 18, 2011 17:17:20 GMT -5
Moreil thought for a moment. "The Creator of my realm wishes to know if you know of The World Of Joining, the planet where... he says we all originally came from."
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Post by Al Dragonia on Nov 18, 2011 17:18:37 GMT -5
"I know of it."
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