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| AGodofIrony | May 19 2014, 06:47 PM Post #3766 |
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New York City -Hawkins' House- Sage shook his head at the comment. He paused, then stood up, beckoning Joyce down the stairs. “It helps a lot that my subject for this picture is beautiful...” Sage said quietly, hoping his voice wouldn't carry too far up the stairs. Galv held Melanie close, letting her sleep for right now. He wasn't quite tired enough to sleep himself... the events of the day were still going through his head. He wanted to make sure he could protect his family. He wasn't going to let anyone... Nazis, Ryan, Melanie's shadow person, or even his own sister hurt them... Paris -Rooftop- “Heh, that just makes it more fun!” Aaron said, grinning now. Part of his power, or at least, a side effect of it, was being confident. He had to be confident in what he did, or he might mess up and break things. “Let's head back to your bar right now, you should get a dress. I'll meet you back there, and then we'll head towards this place, alright?” Aaron suggested. |
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| GoldenSama | May 19 2014, 06:48 PM Post #3767 |
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[Sarai’s House] Connor followed Sarai, not quite sure where they were going. As they walked, he watched the building. It was as impressive as an he expected an Embassy to be, but he didn’t comment on the decorations at all. Soon they were on the roof and Connor looked out, gazing at the skyline of Paris from their newfound position. He whistled, impressed by the view. “It’s beautiful up here… I can see why you like coming up here.” |
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| The Vidit of Light | May 20 2014, 06:32 PM Post #3768 |
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Paris streets Didymus paused, not sure how to go about the next step. "Um...very well." he said. He intended to give his honest opinion to both Aiden AND Zadkiel. He doubted the girl would like it, though... |
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| AGodofIrony | May 20 2014, 10:03 PM Post #3769 |
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-Paris Streets- Aiden nodded, and she walked along with them back to where Zadkiel was, who was outside the Notre Dame now, smoking. He glanced towards the two, flicking his cigarette to the ground and grinding his heel on it, putting out any last embers. The white haired man walked over to them, nodding. “How are you doing, Aiden?” Zadkiel asked his daughter, looking to her now. “I'm good,” Aiden answered, “Ummm... Didymus needed to talk to you.” Zadkiel raise an eyebrow, then turned towards Didymus. “What is it you need?” Zadkiel asked calmly. |
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| Crystal Rose | May 21 2014, 07:33 PM Post #3770 |
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New York City Hawkins' House When Sage motioned for her the girl stood up, still clutching the blanket she had brought with her. She hesistated for a moment, knowing fully that she was playing a dangerous game....She was going to get into trouble....And yet she was starting not to care again. “It helps a lot that my subject for this picture is beautiful...” Joyce's pale cheeks went red, the girl stopping a few feet in front of him, hazel eyes staring forward at the boy. "I'm not supposed to be down here, my dad is gonna kick you out...So we'll have to keep this quick" She gave a little grin. Obviously she had a bit of her grandma in her genes. Paris Rooftop Chloe gave Aaron a nod as they headed back to her bar. Aaron then mentioned a dress....Which ironically Chloe didn't own (despite being a girl in the 40's). Chloe supposed she would have to steal one from somewhere....She had never really been girly enough for one, you needed a lot more.....Hmmm....Shape would probably be a good word. She was shaped like a twelve year old paper boy. "Okay, i'll do my best miho" she said....She supposed she needed to take a bath too. And makeup. Ugh. Being a girl was terrible. Sarai’s House "It's a pretty good place to meditate and stuff. T-That or just a good spot to scream if you get too worked up. I must admit i've done both on occasion" Sarai admitted sheepishly. She then went very red, looking over at the boy. "I don't usually have company u-up here, my brothers can barely fit through the broken window, but it's v-very nice with you around...." It was also a good place to kiss a pretty girl without her father and four brothers finding out. |
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| The Vidit of Light | May 23 2014, 10:28 PM Post #3771 |
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Paris-outside Notre Dame Didymus raised an eyebrow. Aiden was trying to make HIM do this talking? "Aiden, I think this is a conversation you and your father need to have. YOU need to explain your position first." he said. |
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| AGodofIrony | May 23 2014, 11:43 PM Post #3772 |
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New York City -Hawkins' House- Sage blushed, nodding a little to Joyce. “We don't have to... you know... make out or anything...” Sage said, still red in the face. “I don't you to think we have to...” Paris -Chloe's Bar- “I'm sure you'll be stunning,” Aaron said to Chloe as they returned to her bar, “Meet you back here in one hour then?” -Outside Notre Dame- “Oh... right... ummm...” Aiden paused, having used most of her courage for the day to talk to Didymus about crushing on him. She stepped forward, and pulled her father away for a few minutes, talking to him quietly. Zadkiel nodded and listened, then turned back towards Didymus. He lit another cigarette, taking a drag before he spoke towards him. “She is an adult...” Zadkiel said, “If she wants to go, I can't stop her... If she feels she has her own path to follow, as her father... I shouldn't stop her.” He was quiet for another moment, “But she is looking to follow you, soldier. So it is not all of her decision to make.” Another drag from his cigarette, and the white haired man peered up at the sky, “You are a man of God as well. I can tell our power worries you. You are not sure where it comes from. But I am confident it comes from God, even if it could be explained. God is all powerful, is He not? But for me... rather then thinking there is nothing He can't do, it is that He has all the power. Life itself exists because of Him. The sun helps plants grow, and animals eat the plants, and we eat both. Energy for life, which came from God. Perhaps not directly, but He rarely works in that way. All power... even that of the Adversary, ultimately comes from God. But things like demons... they twist that power God has lovingly given to all His children. Use it for evil ends. It is a tainted power they now use.” Zadkiel finished his cigarette, flicking it to the ground, where it burst into flames for a brief moment before disappearing. “I have... heard of others with abilities. You have seen Erica use them. She healed me. Even if she had not believed in Him, would that have meant her powers were wrong? Even if they were of a healing touch? I have no idea if my powers would leave me if I were to stop believing... to do so would be impossible. But my and my daughter's appearance... our powers... They are not something we can control. They are His will, for one reason or another. He has a plan for them, and either we can follow that path or fight against it.” The red eyed man then sighed, turning straight towards Didymus, “So young man... What is your path to follow? My daughter seems to want to follow yours, at least for a little bit. It is your choice here.” |
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| Crystal Rose | May 24 2014, 05:15 PM Post #3773 |
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New York City Hawkins' House Joyce blinked, staring at him for a moment before giving a loud sigh and plopping down next to Sage on the couch. "Is this because of my dad, don't worry he won't actually kill your or anything...he might shock you a bit though..." She decided this probably wasn't making him feel any better, so she turned to Sage and took his hands "Look, I know my dad doesn't want me to feel forced into anything...And I know you don't want me to either. But I am pretty sure I love you, i'm pretty sure- no i'm really sure that you're my person. Joyce moved in and kissed Sage, before moving back and grinning. "I do think we probably should slow down a bit so you can stay here, but don't think you're making me do something I don't want to" She then kissed him once more, before shivering. The room had suddenly got very cold....And she wasn't sure why. Immediately her body warmed up to compensate for the temperate the change. "Did it just get colder-" Suddenly a man appeared out of seemingly nowhere, standing in front of the two and looking down at them. Joyce was caught off guard but quiet, moving to clutch Sage's arm tightly. The man who appeared looked back at the two, eying Sage for a moment before turning to Joyce. "Melanie" "......I'm not Melanie" she said carefully. Paris Chloe's Bar Chloe couldn't help but to blush, having never heard such a thing from a man before. “I'm sure you'll be stunning, meet you back here in one hour then?” "O-Okay....See ya" Chloe disappeared into the bar, leaning against the door for a second and giving a smile. She then decided she needed to get to work. She needed a dress, makeup and all that junk she had never thought to wear. Luckily she did have a few things to work with. she managed to clean up a bit and find something to wear that seemed relatively appropriate for a night on the town...She made a note to return it from the dress shop she just stole it from. "Not too shabby" she mumbled to herself, pushing her short hair behind her ear. |
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| Dark Phazon | May 24 2014, 06:37 PM Post #3774 |
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“Borrowed” Car "Heh, you sound pretty confident that you'll get whatever little bit he knows, out of him, at the least," Marco laughed slightly, as he drove back up to the embassy. "Though I think I'd rather not learn what your secret interrogation techniques may be. Learning them might scar me for forever..." |
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| The Vidit of Light | May 24 2014, 08:20 PM Post #3775 |
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Outside Notre Dame "There is wisdom in what you say, of course..." Didymus said. "...but there ARE powers that are forbidden to us. Powers that the Father of Lies grants, for example. Mystic power, perhaps, apart from what God Himself directly grants upon request." He paused. "I don't know what the cause of you or your daughter's appearance and powers are. I really don't. But I have seen many things...I'll spare you the details, but suffice to say things that have given me much reason, alongside of scripture, to be wary of...powers." "And...the world may yet be changing in ways because of them. Again, I'll spare you the details of what I hear, but let's just say the Nazis may not be SETTING a trend with being obsessed with mad science and mystic powers-they may merely be a FOLLOWING a trend. A very far-reaching one." He paused again. "...as for your daughter...I honestly think that she would be detrimental to the mission. We can get translators easily enough, and the presence of another woman on a team who's trying to pass of its...most valued member...as a single bachleor may only make our already-difficult job even more so. Additionally, I doubt she's been trained to handle herself in a firefight. Demons, undead, and all manner of much more horrifying monsters I'm confident-I SAW her stand against-but what of men? And not just being attacked by men, but attacking them back?" "I am a United States Marine. I have been trained to kill. I HAVE killed. I've been blessed, and I've been used to fight against unholy, supernatural things that have threatened us-but I have also fought, and killed, other men. If your daughter comes with us, the same may be asked of her. Do you want that? Do you want her to be a killer? All of these things must be considered, by both you as her father, and Aiden herself, if she truly wishes to come with us." He sighed. "I'm not saying that men are more powerful or dangerous than demons or other spiritual threats-far be it. But these are things that must be considered." |
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| AGodofIrony | May 26 2014, 04:38 PM Post #3776 |
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New York City -Hawkins' House- Sage jumped slightly, turning to look at the strange man. “Who are you? What do you want with Joyce?” Sage asked. It was quite cold here now... Blake rolled over in his sleep, eyes opening. Something felt... off... Paris -Chloe's Bar- An hour later, Aaron had returned, wearing a nice looking suit, walking into the bar and looking around, adjusting his tie. “Chloe, are you ready?” he called out. -Outside Notre Dame- “Things are... coming to a head, here in Europe. I fear that even were she to stay here, then these are things Aiden would still have to deal with. We haven't been to Germany for a number of years, but I remember what was happening, I've read the papers. Would she be safer here, with me, where we both would be targets? Or with Americans, by trained soldiers, those more able to defend her? The path she wants to follow could be her salvation, for all I know. I can only make guesses at His plan, after all. “And of course... there is what you say about my and her powers...” Zadkiel said, “I can create flame... As can my daughter. It is a power.” He then shook his head, “This Hitler, in Germany. He has a power. So does your President, Roosevelt. It's not flashy, like mine is, but they have the same power. They are in charge of their respective country. They alone could do much more damage then I could... In the case of Hitler, has done much more damage already. What is, when you get done to it, the fundamental difference? “I can create flame, and so can they, though in a different way. You could produce a flame as well with the right materials. You are judging me on what I could do, young man, same for my daughter. You are looking at us and thinking of what we could be, and not what we are. I am not saying you should trust us implicitly... That would be foolish. But to judge someone on what they haven't done is not something meant for us. We judge on what others have already done. Look upon their actions, their deeds, their words,” Zadkiel said, then shook his head. “You admitted to me you have killed before. Should I judge you for that? Should I call you a murderer? Scripture tells us not to kill, but you still have,” Zadkiel continued, red eyes staring towards Didymus now, “If you can tell me why it is alright for you to have done so, but why it is not right for me to use my flame to combat the dark, then please, enlighten me. Was it because they were trying to kill you? Because they would have... or did hurt, others? Then why is using my flame to fight the demons and the darkness wrong, when they also aim to hurt the innocent?” |
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| Crystal Rose | May 26 2014, 05:47 PM Post #3777 |
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New York City Hawkins' House Joyce stayed calm, even as the strange man circled her and moved very close. She felt as if something was strange about this man, like he wasn't human..."Are you like Blake's friend? Samara?" "Who is Samara?" the man asked, before turning to Sage. "And who is he?" "Samara is my brother's.....Shadow....And that is Sage, he's my boyfriend" Joyce answered calmly, still staring straight at the man. He didn't seem happy with that answer though. "What happened to the red-headed one?" It took a second for Joyce to realize what he was talking about. "That's my father. I told you, i'm not Melanie. She's my mother" Suddenly the man grabbed at Joyce's arm and pulled forward, leading the girl to stumble forward with a yelp. Joyce immediately responded by cracking with electricity, still trying to keep quiet enough not to wake her family. Instantly the man tossed her down, looking shocked. "You're not her" "I just told you that, i'm her daughter. I don't have her powers" [...] Meanwhile Samara continued to sleep, only stirring when Blake opened his eyes. When she sat up she suddenly gave a gasp. "There's another shadow here" she said. Paris Chloe's Bar Chloe appeared at the door, clad in a very uncharacteristic red dress, than fell to the floor and hugged her form perfectly. She gave a small grin, running her hand through her messy dark hair. "Uh....Hey" She still wasn't sure about this, but it did feel kinda cool to be all dressed up. |
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| AGodofIrony | May 31 2014, 04:40 PM Post #3778 |
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New York City -Hawkins' House- “Let go of her!” Sage yelled towards the shadow man, stepping forward and trying to push him away from Joyce. He was... very cold... “She already told you, she's not Melanie... what do you want with her mother anyways?” Sage asked. Blake shook his head. Another shadow...? “Where?” Blake asked, slipping out of bed now, looking around. Someone else with shadow powers? Well, there was his mother, but the idea that she would have a shadow person didn't even really enter Blake's mind. His mother was perfect, and she had his father, after all... Paris -Chloe's Bar- Aaron smiled at Chloe, moving forward and giving her a quick kiss before he stepped back. “You look lovely,” he said, “I don't think we'll have any problem getting in. Just follow my lead, alright?” |
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| GoldenSama | May 31 2014, 09:10 PM Post #3779 |
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[Paris] [Sarai’s House] Connor could feel his cheeks burning red. He looked over at Sarai with a smile. He liked this girl a lot. She had helped him, and she was showing so much kindness to him – especially after all the trouble he had ended up causing her. “T-Thanks… it’s nice being around you too.” Connor said, rubbing his neck and looking off to the side. He felt his heart beating faster, but had never really been in this situation before. [“Borrowed” Car] “I don’t plan on hurting him, if that’s what you’re afraid of.” Nanami replied as she leaned back and watched the lights of the city reflect off the dark waters of the river. “Pain is horribly unreliable in extracting information. When you hurt someone, they’ll tell you anything just to get you to stop… so naturally, they lie. They tell you what they think you want to hear. And even if they eventually tell you the truth, you’ll still doubt it because of all the lies.” She shook her head. “No… pain is unreliable. It’s fear that you want to use. The threat of violence is ten times more effective than violence. When someone is truly afraid of you… they’ll talk. And luckily for us, I know how to make people afraid of me.” |
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| Crystal Rose | Jun 1 2014, 02:09 PM Post #3780 |
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Paris Sarai’s House Both teens were in an awkward stalemate, unsure of how to continue this somewhat romantic-but kinda not- moment on the roof. Sarai continued to stare up at the sky for a few moments before giving a slight cough and sitting back up so that she would actually have to look at him. Of course this just made her blush intensify, leading her to try and look anywhere but him. "M-Maybe we should go back in" Sarai offered, hoping she wasn't making the boy feel as weird as she was right now. "I-I mean you look a l-little overheated" Chloe's Bar Chloe's tan cheeks went a bit red when Aaron kissed her quickly. While she was no stranger to public displays of affection, she still felt a little out of place receiving a kiss dressed like this. "Alright, if you're sure miho" she said New York City Hawkins' House "Downstairs" Samara said, suddenly disappearing in a puff of smoke. It was her job to protect Blake from bad things after all. [...] The strange shadow man didn't answer Sage, but instead grabbed the boy by the throat and squeezed. "Trying to punch me was a bad idea" Before Joyce could react with her own powers Samara appeared knocking herself into the man, causing him to drop Sage. "Don't hurt Blake!" she exclaimed. At this point Joyce had NO clue what was happening. |
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