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A strikingly appealing young woman walked along the shore. Her black glossy hair fell past her waist. Her pale skin was radient. Her crimson eyes were deep and held within them, information of the ages. Her lips were a deep scarlet, as if stained with blood. A black leather shirt was donned on her figure as well as dark satin skirt. This was none other than Miss Ravelyn Shentavo.

Her hair was swept back from the wind as she walked along the shore.

Dear old friend...it has been a long time since I have seen you... Her black wings folded behind her back as she walked. I hope life has been as good to you as it has been to me...I do remember the time when the tallons of death did reach for me...I called out...and in return..my eternall kiss

*As a dark clad figure, sressed int he finest black cloth form his realm, a tall caine he walks with, silver topped, his eyes watch the vast expances of sea closing only ocasionaly to smell the fresh air bought in from the west*

Aye, ive returned to such troubled land have i not,

*the figure in black turns slowly, his feet making no sound , he is wearing period clothing, high socks up to his knee's with beautiful swaude joppers adorning his upper legs, his belt black with finest silver thread woven into it* a waistcoat of of course black, a jacket of black a white shirt and silver ruffle next to his neck, the figure wears of course a tri-cornered hat with silver again wound into its corners, shoes of finest leather and a Smile of pure brilliant white*, upon the ruffle and the hat are the tiny but unmissable brittanic emblems, in this strange secret meeting Priminister Perrin whose known allias Lord Armmada Darrington stood alone with ravelyne shentavo a most perplexing beauty about her indeed, and one he knew only to well*

My red coats now march again, my cities shine with commerse fair, you know of what i will be capable of within no time, it is the same as your own destiny
*Armmada offers a hand, his pale youthfull hand is steady, not worn at all,a silver ring adorns his index finger on his right hand*

we should ally ourselves you know
*The old one peers back out over the sea meeting with the distant horizon

"Much has changed about me in the time we have spent apart," she said with the same familiar smile. She took his hand, sending a cold chill down his spine. She looked as though she were only 25. Her eyes shifted to meet his.

"An alliance has gone without saying," she smiled. "You needn't of had to ask me." There was something quite different of how she was before. "On a more personal note...how've you been?" Her voice was soft and comforting. A crimson ring marked her hand and an embleem hung around her neck.

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aye *the youth pulls his hand away, although he looks in his face 17 his atire was that of a much older man, frozen in an old period of time*

so tell me then, how has your land developed, old brittania is thriving i must say, you shall see soon what our plans involve, i am hoping to delve into a place were none other has gone before

*Armmada extends his arm so that the lady may link hers with his*
come let us find a small beachfront cafe or something, i need the rest

Rave links her arm in his with a smile. "My nation is glorious. We've come a long way from being formed so long ago. The academies and schools are thriving, especially one for more of...gifted students..." she tried to figure out how to put it. Manipulations, elementists, telekenetics, combat...you name it. "It's gotten to a point where everyone has excepted their leader, give or take my old rivals followers, but their numbers are dwindling, so I don't worry much about it." Her silken skirt moved as she walked, her crimson eyes shifting to meet those of the one that she hadn't seen for centuries.

well you see i would never have problems with that, old brittania is a nation full the the hilt of well educated patriots, rulling conservatism and obsessed with self security and tend to isolate themselves

this is how my party has managed to hold on to power for so long, we are the brittanic people, therefor we do as we please,

*Armmada looks around* ahhh a hotel that shall do fine they must have a resteraunt in there, i will buy you dinner,

"That would be wonderful," she said with a smile. "Well you see, it's not that I'm not respected by my people, I am. It's just that their not use to someone of this...kind." She searched for the right words. "So tell me..what have you been doing over all this time besides running a nation."

bump for Armmada :lol:

*Armmada opens the creaky door to the hotel*
i am still wondering why you asked me here you know
is there any business that i can help you with,

*Armmada clicks his fungers to summon one of the waiters whom imeadiatly ushers the two to a table for two*

well then, any deals to be made?

"Well," she said softly, but became stronger as she began again. "i would propose an alliance between our two nations, and branch out from there...but I called you here more for a personal reason rather than a political one."

*Armmada circulates his shoulders a little, always helped to get the circulation going sometimes, gave him the charisma he needed to make great speaches or say anything important really*

well....

go on then woman *Armmada waves his hand majesticaly to rave* say your peice

OOC:

Hate to interject where I never feel welcome, but Eternal is spelled thusly. ;)

ooc: eep....this is why I will never major in english...but psycology...yea....


IC:

Rave raised her eyebrow at his chosen words. She was rather good at making meaningful speeches or presentations...or even threats...REALLY good at threats...but she was at a lose of words for this. "I haven't seen you in a long time...and things are going so fast that I'm afraid, that in the end, I might not be enough to handle it. In the years that have passed...I've run an academy, I've died twice only to be saved by my own sire, I've killed my sire," *the terms would be understood to whom she was speaking to.* "I've fought in the depths of hell, I have a son with a brilliant mind who has his prophecies, I'm engaged to a wonderful man with a heritage as complicated as mine, and all of this... and....let me explain it to you this way...
Mephistop...no doubt you've heard of the name before. More commonly known as the prince of darkness. You know my real name, Azrael, though I'm not often referred to it other than Corithisia. Azrael, the one of light. Both of the chains that are binding us are being broken...and he is coming for me. In the end...I'm not sure I'll be able to face it on my own...I need your help Armmada."

bump

well then
*Armmada seats himself back comfortably*

what is it i may help you with? you understand that recent wars have left my nation hardened but in a terrable state of blood lust, i must quench it soon one way or another if you know my meaning, the men of brittania must march once more, but since this is a personal note, how is it i may help you?

Rave paused for a moment, seated across from him. She looked at the floor for a moment, then brought her crimson eyes up to meet his. "There is an evil coming, a great evil...in which mortals would die at the sound, you men would writhe at the sight, and many would die at the touch..." She looked up to him again. "Out of your entire nation, I beleive that you are one of the only people who can help me...for you can face this, and still have will to fight.

i grow older ravelyn, i am into my 4000's *Armmada takes in a long deep breathe* i am not to be underestimated yet my will to fight is dying, how much strengh can one poses?

*Armmada extends his hand accorss the table in a bid to clasp raves, he awaits her to do the same*

Rave reaches her hand across the table. Her pale, soft skin touches his for a moment as her hand slips into his as she grasps it. She looked to him. "I need you...to be there...for me."

u say my men would writhe from it, there are more terrable and ancient things deep down hidden, you know of what i speak
*Armmada grips her hand his wear and tear of age was evident and his youthful exterior was not matched by his cold and somehow scared voice*

within the very depths of the nations lies the power, now tell me of this evil you speak of, and why would it effect us? we are after all...immortal.

"It affects myself," she said in a low voice. "Because he comes for me...and if I fail...there may not be much of a world to come back to. Mephistopheles....that's what they call him..." Her hands were youthful, not a mark on them, but her eyes shown the age behind her.
"Immortal...and eternity is a long time."

this sound as though things are about to change for the worse ravelyn, what though i wonder can one like me do against what you consider such encompassing evil, i enjoy the endless decadence and good times in my realm, what would make me change all that again, back for the toil of war?

in short why am i needed? there are others surely?

Rave paused for a moment. "There are otheres...Vaughn, Qui, James, Domino, Corithisia, Eclipse...all from different nations, all to help against what is coming. Some know not what they are getting into, but you would. There is a chance, that I might be killed....and if I am, it will be up to the people whom are there to defeat it if I am fallen."

*Armmada's eyes squint for a moment, his thoughts turning to the recent wars and the blood he had seen smelled and tasted, the war cries of natives as his rides of well dressed gentleman had slewn through thei ranks with burning sword and hearts which knew only the righteous*

and how exactly would one go about fighting something which you know to be ultimately powerful?
scriptures in my nation caught from the darklings of Eostergard contain the shards of the eponthart, an ancient sorcerer, whom did battle with one of the realms most evil demons, he encased himself with the demon in a vase, to battle for all eternity

i do not particularly fancy such a fate, and i would hope you do not either, *Armmada strokes the tablecloth his icy cold hands show none of fear or eagerness*
age has taught us of the fanged well, wh7y should we not just ally with this evil and have done with it?

Rave was slightly suprised at this comment. Her eyes pierced into him for a moment. Her muscles tensed. She looked at his hands for a moment, then toward his eyes. Her voice had lost the melodic tone which it once carried. "Never would I think you one to think nor speak like this. The one I knew spake against such evil, and the man I knew would align himself with the light, not the darkness." She paused for a moment, knowing very well that he was older than she was, as well as....stronger than she was. But time may prove differently. "If we ally ourselves with this evil...then the world...gone. Forever. And forever is a very long time."

so we know that it means war with us
*Armmada sighs, his face momunterally showing the age filled with doubt and horror*
*raising himself up off the table, Armamda whispers*
sicne this is oing to be so very dangerous then perhaps we should discuss it far from prying ears and eyes
*Armmada peers around then stares straight at rave with one raised eyebrow*

Rave looked to Armmada. She paused for a long moment before rising from the table. "I agree," she says softly, and moves toward the door. Her eyes flick back to his, flashing a sharp crimson glare. Night was falling, and a full moon was overhead.

*Armamda looks around, the night air was heavy, all the impurities would soon be swept away by brisk evening winds and the mortal population would hudle around their fires and stay well within their boundries*

a quiet walk along the beack perhaps?
or a stroll in the countryside?

"Along the beach," she said softly. The beach closest would close in about ten minutes, the people would soon fleed to their homes. She offered her hand as she passed by the table to stand by his side.

slowly and unassuredly Armmada takes raves hand and lets his other take hold of the black caine he had taken to carrying around,

*Armmada considers all that had gone before, and as he stepped outside onto the porchway of the inn with rave on his side he ponders the question "what do we do now, were do we go" foolishly Armmada ass the question out loud to rave, and awaits the answer*

"I have many things to attend to," she said softly, turning to him. Her beauty became apparent in the moonlight, as it shone on her pale skin. She looked to him for a moment, then toward the moon. "Avoiding danger is no safer in the long run than outright exposure. Life is either a daring adventure, or nothing. Would you be willing to risk it all? Of course not...you wouldn't...you wouldn't risk everything you have for this. I know you too well," she said, releasing her hand from his. "If our paths should cross again before that day, let us hope it is not a coincidence."

what you ask is that i take myself out of my retirment and go to war against an old power, i have always watched before acting, and ive not seen this beings devastation reign down yet, i am only told about it by you.

would you risk everything? your own life, your people, your wealth and everything gained over the centuries for some exploitation into the unknown, when i have not seen anything yet,

i am an old being now rave, 7 milleniums have passed since my creation that makes me one of the oldest, and older than you

i do not fall to preassure i never have done, but i do not back away either, does anyone else know of this demon? try to help me understand before i throw my lot into the battle, and why us vampires? why not elves or Angels, there the righteous ones, why do vampires have to carry this burden?

Rave paused for several seconds, but her answer was quick an sharp. "You will not hear of it from others, give or take Iuthia, Haraki, Leelo, Orphen, Kain... And yes...I am risking all I have. Wealth means nothing to me. It has become quite dull, and material things have never satisfied me. I would not risk my people, and that is why they are left oblivious. Nine will stand with me on that day...I was hoping that one would be you. But if your not up to the challenge..." She said with a devilish flicker in her eyes that Armmada knew too well. "Then I understand. Maybe it was time for you to tire. Maybe you just...lost your touch." she said challenging him with the infliction in her voice.

Rave paused for several seconds, but her answer was quick an sharp. "You will not hear of it from others, give or take Iuthia, Haraki, Leelo, Orphen, Kain... And yes...I am risking all I have. Wealth means nothing to me. It has become quite dull, and material things have never satisfied me. I would not risk my people, and that is why they are left oblivious. Nine will stand with me on that day...I was hoping that one would be you. But if your not up to the challenge..." She said with a devilish flicker in her eyes that Armmada knew too well. "Then I understand. Maybe it was time for you to tire. Maybe you just...lost your touch." she said challenging him with the infliction in her voice.

*Armmada puts the staff down on the ground, he leans all his weight unto it and laughs as she finishes speaking*
rave you mean to try to use my rash masculinity to get me to battle? oh no i have never been tricked like that and never will, it takes a smart being to understand how subtle the female mind can or cant be *Armmada stresses the second to last word with more emphasis*

take me to see these ones, i will see if their minds beleive in what you say, i know you do already, ive been in and out of your mind, tell me
are there any in this group more powerful than you and i?

Rave paused for a long while. "There may be two...Corothisia...but he...well he's like my father...he knew my sire a very long time ago...they hated each other. He... He may possibly be stronger than you, but that is still to be seen. My son...Qui...that's a long story...I will take you there"
A smile crossed her face. "And yes, I wasn't trying to be subtle...I really do think you lost your touch." she says with a laugh and leads him toward the end of the beach.

oh trust me my dear, charging headlong into deaths arms wont do either of us any good, were both old now, and it will yet be seen of my power, i wouldnt expect any with my level of knowledge to rush headlong into this war
*Armmada grins, his tri corner hat he now dips down so it casts a shadow over some of his face*

and as for my touch dearest well
that is another thing we shall see about, for ive seen blood and honour spilled ont he feild of glry and once relished in its wonder, but now the dance of death bores me, i would rather find more fitting passtimes than helping the righteous rid the world of evils*

There was a black limo waiting for them. The door opened before him. She stepped in, and looked back toward him. "When was the last time you had a worthy opponent?" She asked as her crimson eyes flickered momentarily.

there has never been anything in Angels. able to keep me, able to hold me, able to wrestle with my mgiht, ney, ive ne'er had a worthy oponant in the haven we both know of.

*Armmada looks back to rave as she clambers into the limosuine*
mark my words rave, not even the blowm from pana was enough to eliminate me.

Rave looked at him with a soft smile. "Maybe that is why..." she said softly, but didn't finish her sentence. The engine started, and the car began to move. "I feel like paying an old friend a little visit..." she said to him with a wicked smile. "I'll give you a hint...black with feathers, and when you punch him across the face he says "caw". She chuckled to herself, a long knife running down the side of her boot.

A strikingly appealing young woman walked along the shore. Her black glossy hair fell past her waist. Her pale skin was radient. Her crimson eyes were deep and held within them, information of the ages. Her lips were a deep scarlet, as if stained with blood. A black leather shirt was donned on her figure as well as dark satin skirt. This was none other than Miss Ravelyn Shentavo.

Her hair was swept back from the wind as she walked along the shore.

Dear old friend...it has been a long time since I have seen you... Her black wings folded behind her back as she walked. I hope life has been as good to you as it has been to me...I do remember the time when the tallons of death did reach for me...I called out...and in return..my eternall kiss yuck gross! :shock: :tantrum:

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(ooc: btw, what is this thread? :shock: )

(ooc: lol. Old britannia is an old friend. We both have characters in a different Rp sight, his being an ancient vampire, mine being an angel with aspirations of getting into the vampires order. I had sparred him before, and lost miserably...with Raven. *head hurts at the thought* I was slightly bored, so started this thread for pure connection to their empire and diplomatic relations.)

do you really think ive any aspirations to see him again?

*Armmada snorts with his accent petruding and his sence of anger currently pent up within the holds of his small exterior
ive no need for violance of any sort, not with the likes of him*

*Armmada grins as he realises the truth behind it*
the amount of times he has taken his own life now, surely death must have many coffee breaks*

Rave couldn't contain her laughter. "That's the Armma I knew, quick of tongue." she smiled, and leaned back. "It's strange. I find pity for him. If he was standing but one inch from a cliff...." She looked at him, her eyes flickering slightly at the reference that he would surely understand.

the boy has wings, would make no use throwing him off of it, think how i must have felt, i roamed the world with swords and weaponary up to the eyeballs and i never used them on him,

regardles
*Armmada plays with the ring on his finger*

were does he dwell now?

"In the nation of Rangoth," she replied lightly. "I could trace him to the exact point of his location at any time..." she looked to him, his eyes asking for an explanation. "Rule number one with me, I bite. Rule number two, I can be very crafty, Rule number three, never let me near you with a computer chip in mu hand."