NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC:
This role play is designed for the characters of In The Arms of an Angel(http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=78462&postdays=0&postorder=asc&start=0), but if anyone who is interested would like to join, I will not hold you back.

The purpose of this role play is to reunite some old characters. They will be reunited by tradegy though, when Flex is captured.

I just wanted to get together some old friends and start a role play, so I hope this idea works out.

IC:
It has been many months since Flex had left the others. His mission was accomplished, Ruth had been saved and the rebel angels were put to rest. The faint memories played on his mind. Some very important people helped him out, while others tried to stop him. Those days were a mixure of blissful pains. Through pain and suffering many memories were made, and those good and bad were not likely to be completely forgotten.

It was now a late winter night, cold snow was falling relentlessly, and Flex was alone in the shadows. Ever since his escapade on Eyrie, he could not muster the strength to return, nor could he find it to show his face within the human realm. He more or less traveled like a lost man, waiting for something that he knew would never come.

The snow blew furiously, the cold temperature dropped below zero. It was terribly cold as he clenched his blood red cloak, lined in gold, around him. His face was completely concealed by his hood, and his massive blood red wings were hidden beneath his cloak. He shivered as he walked along the shadows of cold streets and ally ways.

He found a large church, which seemed to be in session through the midst of the storm. The enchanting music lured him in, compelling him to join their gaity. He surrendered to this calling and slowly opened the doors of the church. Not many people took much notice to his enterance, for he was silent in his ways. Flex took a seat in the back and sat silently, listening to their praises.

Amid the service, people brought about a collection. One of the people looked to him. Flex recognized that person at once, as that person had recognized him. There was an awkward moment of silence before the man yelled.

"You! I know you! You're....that....demon. The one with the wings. Those big red wings! YOU!"

Flex stood up, trying to escape. He remembered the few scenes in which some people had met him, but he never imagined that he would meet one of them again, for he was far from those events so long ago (to him).

Flex made for the door, before he felt a choking sensation and a jerk back. Someone had caught hold of his cloak and pulled him back. Before he could regain himself, a large crowd was upon him. The man who recognized him tore off his hood, revealing Flex's face (which as you may remember, he is very weary of doing).

Someone pulled his cloak completely from him, revealing his massive blood red wings.

"I told you so," yelled the man again, completely satisfied.

Flex could not bare this humiliation; each eye on him was like a knife in him. He was not a social person at all. The entire congregation gathered around, and children pushed to the front to see this thing on the ground.

An emotional outburst hit Flex as he spread his massive wings, causing the crowd of people to gasp and move back some. His exit was blocked and he began to panic. He did not do well among large crowds, especially when he was the center of it. He jumped up and beat his wings against the air. He soared up, slowly beating his wings and looking quickly about for a place of escape.

Children below pointed and laughed in amazement. "Mommy...daddy look," could be heard for the estatic children. The parents were concerned. A demon in the presence of God and their children. "It must be burned," the parents yelled.

Flex's panic grew tenfold as he hoovered above the anxious and bewildered congregation. The minister began to pray to God. "Bring down the heathen! Demon be gone with you," he cried to Flex.

He found his escape! A window in the far side of the church. He made to fly there when a sharp and intense pain stuck him in the back, between his wings. His wings faltered, as he plummeted down onto the pews with a sickening crashing sound. All was silent.

The crowd of people slowly crept their way to the fallen angel. Children peeped about holding their mother's legs. The scene was dramatic and suspenseful as everyone held their breath. A few men of the crowd walked up to Flex, who lay sprawled half on the pew face up. He was still alive, but unable to move, as he starred at the people coming closer. He clenched his jaws, but could not move anything else. The men enclosed him and lifted him. Stuck in the middle of his back, between his wings was a spearlike object, which someone had removed from one of the statues in the church.

The men took Flex from the church...from here on he would be a prisoner.

The demon will pay.

OOC:
I had to end it. It was too long! :wink:

OOC:
This role play is designed for the characters of In The Arms of an Angel(http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=78462&postdays=0&postorder=asc&start=0), but if anyone who is interested would like to join, I will not hold you back.

The purpose of this role play is to reunite some old characters. They will be reunited by tradegy though, when Flex is captured.

I just wanted to get together some old friends and start a role play, so I hope this idea works out.

IC:
It has been many months since Flex had left the others. His mission was accomplished, Ruth had been saved and the rebel angels were put to rest. The faint memories played on his mind. Some very important people helped him out, while others tried to stop him. Those days were a mixure of blissful pains. Through pain and suffering many memories were made, and those good and bad were not likely to be completely forgotten.

It was now a late winter night, cold snow was falling relentlessly, and Flex was alone in the shadows. Ever since his escapade on Eyrie, he could not muster the strength to return, nor could he find it to show his face within the human realm. He more or less traveled like a lost man, waiting for something that he knew would never come.

The snow blew furiously, the cold temperature dropped below zero. It was terribly cold as he clenched his blood red cloak, lined in gold, around him. His face was completely concealed by his hood, and his massive blood red wings were hidden beneath his cloak. He shivered as he walked along the shadows of cold streets and ally ways.

He found a large church, which seemed to be in session through the midst of the storm. The enchanting music lured him in, compelling him to join their gaity. He surrendered to this calling and slowly opened the doors of the church. Not many people took much notice to his enterance, for he was silent in his ways. Flex took a seat in the back and sat silently, listening to their praises.

Amid the service, people brought about a collection. One of the people looked to him. Flex recognized that person at once, as that person had recognized him. There was an awkward moment of silence before the man yelled.

"You! I know you! You're....that....demon. The one with the wings. Those big red wings! YOU!"

Flex stood up, trying to escape. He remembered the few scenes in which some people had met him, but he never imagined that he would meet one of them again, for he was far from those events so long ago (to him).

Flex made for the door, before he felt a choking sensation and a jerk back. Someone had caught hold of his cloak and pulled him back. Before he could regain himself, a large crowd was upon him. The man who recognized him tore off his hood, revealing Flex's face (which as you may remember, he is very weary of doing).

Someone pulled his cloak completely from him, revealing his massive blood red wings.

"I told you so," yelled the man again, completely satisfied.

Flex could not bare this humiliation; each eye on him was like a knife in him. He was not a social person at all. The entire congregation gathered around, and children pushed to the front to see this thing on the ground.

An emotional outburst hit Flex as he spread his massive wings, causing the crowd of people to gasp and move back some. His exit was blocked and he began to panic. He did not do well among large crowds, especially when he was the center of it. He jumped up and beat his wings against the air. He soared up, slowly beating his wings and looking quickly about for a place of escape.

Children below pointed and laughed in amazement. "Mommy...daddy look," could be heard for the estatic children. The parents were concerned. A demon in the presence of God and their children. "It must be burned," the parents yelled.

Flex's panic grew tenfold as he hoovered above the anxious and bewildered congregation. The minister began to pray to God. "Bring down the heathen! Demon be gone with you," he cried to Flex.

He found his escape! A window in the far side of the church. He made to fly there when a sharp and intense pain stuck him in the back, between his wings. His wings faltered, as he plummeted down onto the pews with a sickening crashing sound. All was silent.

The crowd of people slowly crept their way to the fallen angel. Children peeped about holding their mother's legs. The scene was dramatic and suspenseful as everyone held their breath. A few men of the crowd walked up to Flex, who lay sprawled half on the pew face up. He was still alive, but unable to move, as he starred at the people coming closer. He clenched his jaws, but could not move anything else. The men enclosed him and lifted him. Stuck in the middle of his back, between his wings was a spearlike object, which someone had removed from one of the statues in the church.

The men took Flex from the church...from here on he would be a prisoner.

The demon will pay.

OOC:
I had to end it. It was too long! :wink:

The snow continued to fall down lazily, the chilly breath of winter coming out in gentle weases accross this white blanket. Few people where outside, the winter chill being slightly too bitter for everyday buisness, only the odd determined fellow, totally wrapped up to fight this natural enemy.

But one being watched over this rather small isolated place, on top of a roof of a snow covered home, unaffected by this winter chill which affected one and all in this place. He was crouched upon the forsty slated house, looking down. None could see him, not in this weather. He had arcane protections around himself, so that he blended in with his surrondings. He could not be seen, let alone heard in this whining of winter.

Kain looked around. He was simply looking down, contemplating. Contemplating recent events. Past events. Past mistakes.

He looked around at these people who would never comprehend what was going on around them. Never fully understand the eternal conflict at hand. Kain was tierd of all of this. Tierd of existing. The same thought that he always had.

He looked upon that hallowed building of faith and stone, that building which had so many hidden meanings. To Kain, that was often the place were there was as little faith as any. People worshiping the idol, not the ideal. Supefical Gods. Hypocricy. Power, money. The list went on and on. Why were the true faiths not being held as they should?

Kain looked down as the frost continued to decend upon his green skin, his white hair becoming covered in a gentle sprinkling of that frosty coat. He saw those stones....that was all he saw. Stones. It could not be called a church. He sensed no real faith here....well, from his sight of it at least. But he heard something. He concentrated harder upon it, blocking out the howling wind.

He heard stuggling..a shout of accusation. Prejudice. He heard a key word which arosed him further.


"Demon!"

Finding this interesting, although it most likely not, Kain got up to his full height. His long white mane of hair was blowing behind him, his dark green skin had gained a cover of white upon it.

Kain was a vampire. Yet he was not. Carrying the demonic blade Brightblade, bound to it though promises and vows. A character with much experiance, much pain and some would same famous...others infamous. His demon sword, had effected him somewhat...his apperances were not the only thing changed.


Kain lept down silently, making his way to the church. He went to the door, leaving no footprints. He listened for a few seconds more....and then decided to enter the church. He swung both doors open, with a loud bang as they hit the walls. A mighty gale of wind aided them, and the wind wailed inside the church. Kain entered totally confidantly and with a remarkable sense of power. It was though if he wished the sun to cease to shine, it would obey out of respect.

Kain walked in, his great presance felt by all, as he looked at what was occouring. A twang of memory...yet he could not place what it was...

http://www.angelfire.com/rpg2/nosgoth/screencaps/srshot13.JPG

http://www.angelfire.com/rpg2/nosgoth/images/kain.jpg

///Walkes around confused///

(OOC Do not ruin this thread, learn how to rp. Go to FAQs)

"Let him go, now", said a female voice in a calmed yet firm tone. "He's not a threat to your god, I am", said the voice from a nearby roof.

A silouette, covered by a purple cloak was hanging from the edge of the roof of a nearby House. The hood of the cloak covered the features, yet the figure seemed to be agile and slim. "Let him go, or face my wrath. I'm not going to say it twice".

A faint odor of brimstone mixed with the scent of flowers covered the street, and a menacing aura could be felt over those who were holding Flex.

OOC:
Sorry, takes forever to make one post anymore. The damn forum is always acting up for me. I swear every time I go to get onto this forsaken forum anymore, it does not work. It also sweat that it is just my computer. This post is going to slightly be out of context, but I saved it because I could not send it through the first time. Do not mind me. The forum hates my computer and my nation. *paranoia slipping in* It's out the make me quit this game. I know it!

IC:
The people who were not directly involved in the "demon" situation, those in utter confusion and bewilderment, turned around at the sound of crashing doors and howling winds.

The minister looked in shock; he felt the great power of the being whom entered the church; such great power; power which frightening the minister beyond words.

In complete terror, "What......brings......you.......here?"

The minister felt a shutter run down his spine, and he wished that he had never opened his mouth. Amid the terrified remaining congregation, few bold natural sinners stepped forth.

People, too naïve to recognize great power, stepped before this being which entered the church.

"You dare to enter the house of God," one spoke although he clearly did not have the faith.

It was the same man which brought Flex down. Those who had a hold of Flex drug him out through a back door, while those naïve stood before this great power, daring to stop it from entering.

Kain continued to walk forward, slowly looking around at these peasants. The people who thought themselves holy.

Mortals. Deluded mortals. A voice said clearly in Kain's mind.

Mortals have thier uses, and they have the gift of mortality as well. They are easily infulenced, hot-headed yet this can be thier greatest virtue, thier hot blood. They act fast, they are restless.

Kain continued to walk forward, heard the question over the wind blowing within the now freezing stone church. Not even faith could ward the chill...at least not this kind of faith.

You know how much I detest these places, and I have restricted acess here. The demon said, his voice getting fainter.

Kain walked forward upon the cold stone floor. He heard the question. He ignored it. And then he saw a young man, one who said, "You dare to enter the house of God."

Kain stopped and with infinate slowness, and stared at him. His eyes brought about a far deep chill than any frost of this world. They froze his soul, those deep brown eyes, which was a ocean of pain and wisdom. Most of all, experiance. He had the experiance of a demon...the memories of wonderful....and overwhemling destruction.

"I dare to enter the house of God?" Kain said, his deep voice filling the room. Those who heard it shrank in thier souls, cornered by this voice which was like nothing they had seen before. There was no anger, only justification.

"I see no house of God. I see the house of man, who has build these stones to worship the idols of a whisper of the truth, a shade of it. And I fear not of God's home, for it welcomed me, and has taught me lessons which you would never comprehend. That is why you are not dead for this action. Now....allow me to pass, or does the house of man in all of it's hypocricy not allow the creations of both light and dark, to pass within it ; when it's keepers are equally balanced in both forged of alignment in the mighty forge of life?" Kain finished, making his way to whatever was trapped here.

Kain made the man move, not through any physical barge, but a mental one. It was either Kain's words...or one of his mnetal powers. It did not matter, the man moved, silence filling the church. Kain's words where lodged like a thorn within the mind, questioning everything that they had been rasied with so fundimentally and so brillaintly, that some afterwards shook thier mind and ignored and made petty excuses why it was not true. Of course, such questioning was terrorifying to thier lifstyles and beliefs.

Kain walked through the backdoor, looking at what he saw before him. His face was grim, his hardened stare looking at those who held this being.

A bitterly cold snowflake brushed upon Kirith's hand, rousing no sense of chill, nor did the stinging air. Nothing was the same anymore, not after she had lost her only saviour. Another of the oblong crystals came to rest upon her hooded head, and another, and another. She had remained there to long. With a graceful flourish, the snowflakes went fluttering out of control, uneasily settling down on the brilliant snow where she had just stood.

'How pathetic. How even the most ignorant could misunderstand Flex's true nature eludes me.' She thought with a mild distaste at the idiocy of humanity.

The goddess walked with a sort of regretful air around the church and came upon Flex's paralyzed form and

'Dranon!'

There it was again, the same memories as before. She pushed them away from her before she lost another bit of her sanity. Dranon was not there. He never would be. He was dead. Kirith clung to a corner of a nearby building, watching the mob gathering around the angel and Kain advancing upon them.

((Yes, Dranon is dead. I'm sure Rastaban won't mind, as he is gone.))

the silouette jumped from the rooftop, making a complicate and agile sommersault in the air before landing between Kain and the enraged crowd surrouding Flex.

The snow around the landing place raised forming a cloud of snow and dust covering the figure, who after everything settled down again...spoke.

"I said it once, I said it twice. Let him go!", said a myserious yet seductive voice from beneath the hood...

Bravo bravo!

Laughed the amused voice of male stepping from out of the shadows in this ice cold storm and clapping his hands.

http://planetefutur.free.fr/artistes_divers_2/keel_02_necromancer.jpg

Three creatures of his darkness stepped in front of him.

http://www.turmschieber.de/spiele/devil-may-cry-2/2.jpg

Thank you for delivering him to me.

The man pulled slid his scythe around the neck of the person holding Flex.

I'll take him.

He cut the mans throat and grabbed Flex by his wings before he fell.

Clean up this mess...

The man drug Flex away as the beasts stepped into the spot he stood preventing others from following.

Flex saw nothing but the snow covered ground beneath him. He slowly lifted his head, which he barely managed to do, to see a familiar figure in front of him...or was it two. Yes, it had to be two, but his vision was become blurred as the pain intensified in his back. The pain surged through his back, running up his neck and down to his legs, and wrapping around his chest. He did not feel the objects exit through his rib cage, only the enterence in his back.

He watched the two figures; one was lighter in color while the other bore a purple cloak. He felt a warm presence coming from one of them and a great power from the other, but he could not sense which was which, not in his current state.

He went to say something......to tell them who he was, but only a stream of blood came out in a sick form of an angonized exertion.

He felt his body drop, as he felt a life force quickly pass away. His body ceased falling with another intense pain surging through his body. The pain caused him to fall in unconsciousness.

The last thing he was a sole snow flake falling before him before he passed out.

#tagged for future reading

GOOD JOB GUYS!!!

From beneath the cloak of the mysterious figure several chains appeared, black spiked chains, barbed in the tip and with razors attached to every piece of them.

The chains floated around the figure humming in the air as they moved at an amazing speed, with no hands wielding them. The seductive voice spoke again to the beast standing in front of Flex. "Leave at once, or face destruction. And to you humans, What are you doing here?, go...or face the judgment that both heaven and hell have prepared for you".

The figure took off the cloak, revealing the slender and beautiful form of Alessia the Fallen, Alessia the Redeemed, Alessia the Punisher, holding in one hand the bright sword of the Heaven Avengers and in the other the hilt of her fiendish whipsword, source of the chains floating around her. Her clear and beautiful silver hair fell with grace over her shoulders and her eyes, once beautiful and mysterious living gems, were now covered by a bandage of silk. A black leather wing sprouted from the left part of her back, and a white wing bright as sunlight from her right. A faint aura, half blue half red gave her a terrifying look...

OOC:
I did not forget about you Cyberutopia. I just did not include you because you were not in Flex's direct eye sight. Sorry.

Good job everyone. I just thought I would tell you that now while I had the chance.

(OOC: I'll be joining with a cybernetic religious figure that I've begun to use recently...)

A dark figure hooded covered entirely by a voluminous cloak staggered into the church, propped up with a short staff. As he walked, a loud whine of machinery pounded through the church. The figure's arm came out from beneath the cloak, revealing a cybernetic arm. It pulled back the hood showing for the first time, a deeply scarred face, covered by bits of metal. Releasing the clasp at his neck, the figure allowed the cloak to float slowly down to the floor, exposing the entire body. Evident from beneath the long tunic covering the body were patches of tri-titanium metal and Sri-electronic panels.

The figure was none other than the wandering historian, Shalzar Ezekiel the Forbidden One, a cyborg.

Twenty-four years ago, Ezekiel had been a Fleet Admiral in the 5CN Space Fleet. During a naval review, a rebel terrorist group attacked with nuclear weaponry, annilihating the majority of the fleet. Ezekiel's warship was destroyed. Somehow through dumbluck, Ezekiel survived, but he was blown out of the vessel due to the explosive decompression. Badly burned and bombarded with near lethal doses of radiation, Ezekiel became comatose and was luckily disovered by 5CN rescue ships. Although his chances of survival were virtually none, Ezekiel survived, only due to the cybernetic enhancements made upon him. When Ezekiel awoke from the coma, alive, he discovered that he had changed from human to a cyborg...

From that day forth, Ezekiel lived a tormented life, anguished by the gravity of the enhancements. Shunned by the people of the Five Civilized Nations, Ezekiel became known as the Forbidden One, an exile from his life. Believing that his true calling was religion, Ezekiel became a wandering religious prophet, travelling throughout the Five Civilized Nations preaching the main Zen-Christian religion. But a fateful trip to an Aelosian Craftworld changed him completely. Ezekiel chose to become a wandering adventurer. Travelling throughout the universe, learning about the histories of the peoples living throughout the universe, studying and absorbing...

OOC:
Welcome to the thread. I am not sure what is going to happen, but I have faith that we will try and make it as interesting as possible.

IC:
The congregation remaining inside the church, turned with slow dilberation. They still felt the presence of Kain, and did not know how much more of shocks they could take, being that they were not accustom to strange creatures wandering their lands.

Never before had they seen something like this. The only one who looked familiar to them was Flex, taking the form of one of their highly praised Angels. But Flex could not be an angel...could he? His blood red wings, massive in length; his hidden and covert lifestyle....these were not traits of their praised Holy beings. Then what was he......a demon.

Some children clutched their mother's legs as the peeped out at this new form. A human machine......this was unheard of to them. Their wide and amused eyes stared in amazement, august and splendid.

Meanwhile, a more than curious child made his way to the back of the church without being seen. He peeped out through the door in curosity of Kain. This being was more than peculiar. Something so different, it was no wonder that it aroused this child's amazement. He clutched the door in the subzero temperatures and watched the scenes unfold; the slim and graceful figure leaping from the roofs, the figure at the corner, the dark figure emerging from the shadows in a more than pompous display.

He even watched, almost in slow motion, the scythe slit the throat of his father. His father fell to the ground, withered in his own blood. The blood soaked within the snow, creating a disturbing crimson puddle.

"Papa," cried the child pushing past Kain and clutching onto the purple cloaked person, in fear of falling. "Papa," he cried as Flex was taken into the shadows and the beast moved in. "Papa," he cried as released his grip falling into the snow beside his late father. The subzero temperatures froze his tears instantly. Painful twinges issued in his face. He knelt beside his father, the frozen blood, the frozen tears, the falling snow. "Papa," he cried.

Unnoticed by the growing number of supernatural biengs, one of the villagers allows himself to be nudged and elbowed to the back of the crowd. he fingers a silvery ring on the index finger of his right hand, tracing the winged eye sigil engraved in the ruby setting.

He murmers under his breath. a quick prayer, quickly camouflaged by the myriad others foating through the ether.

In Erebos, it registered on the great eye, and was immediately forwarded to all available agents.

The tinkling sound of falling glass, and eddying gusts of wind announced their arrival. Snow-devils (as in little twisters of swirling snow, not actual devils) swirl around their feet, and they are partially obscured.

The Nephilim had arrived. four of them.

as the snow settled, they were revealed.
One is dressed entirely in Black, Another entirely in White. The other two are dressed in brown.

Their dress varies. The brown Nephilim wear simple monastic garb, their faces obscured by deep cowls. The Black and White are dressed more finely, a robe-like outer garment of silk like material, open at the front, over loose, almost moorish shirt and trousers, sinched at the waist and ankles. Their faces are likewise covered by the deep cowls of their outer robes. All carry staffs approximately six foot in length, and a good inch in diameter, coloured appropriate to their garb.

They stand, impassive and unreadable, in front, and in he path of the group bearing Flex.

(OOC Is is insanity. I think this is way out of hand....I mean, every power comign along to join the party? Please...this is just crazy. I think I might leave this, people have no real reason for being here. I suggest you keep a constraint on who joins this, and who continues, because this is just going to get stupid. It is a great idea, and this is not your fault.)

(OOC Is is insanity. I think this is way out of hand....I mean, every power comign along to join the party? Please...this is just crazy. I think I might leave this, people have no real reason for being here. I suggest you keep a constraint on who joins this, and who continues, because this is just going to get stupid. It is a great idea, and this is not your fault.)

(OOC Is is insanity. I think this is way out of hand....I mean, every power comign along to join the party? Please...this is just crazy. I think I might leave this, people have no real reason for being here. I suggest you keep a constraint on who joins this, and who continues, because this is just going to get stupid. It is a great idea, and this is not your fault.)

((I feel you're right, Kain, this might get too insane. But, I think everyone here is a good roleplayer (or has shown themselves to be so far), so there's really no annoying people to kick off. A solution eludes me. I suppose I could leave if it gets too cluttered and there is a dire need for less players, though I'd rather not. Don't leave though, please.))

A feather soft voice reached the ears of those present, barely above the scrape of snow touching the frigid earth. "Again with the dramatics, Alessia?"

The cynical question was accompanied with a twisted smile as Kirith stepped from her corner. Those who had known her before could see she had changed. A silent sorrow followed her every movement, painting the picture of a girl who just didn't want to live any more, but was forced to. Her sharp green eyes shifted to the retreating man who had just mercilessly slit one of the human's necks. She took a small step towards him, cold eyes watching him.

"However, I'm afraid you should listen to her. You're going to have to put him down." She said again, casting the hood from her head, exposing her fair skin and pointed ears, delicately framed by chestnut hair.

(OOC Is is insanity. I think this is way out of hand....I mean, every power comign along to join the party? Please...this is just crazy. I think I might leave this, people have no real reason for being here. I suggest you keep a constraint on who joins this, and who continues, because this is just going to get stupid. It is a great idea, and this is not your fault.)

((I feel you're right, Kain, this might get too insane. But, I think everyone here is a good roleplayer (or has shown themselves to be so far), so there's really no annoying people to kick off. A solution eludes me. I suppose I could leave if it gets too cluttered and there is a dire need for less players, though I'd rather not. Don't leave though, please.))

A feather soft voice reached the ears of those present, barely above the scrape of snow touching the frigid earth. "Again with the dramatics, Alessia?"

The cynical question was accompanied with a twisted smile as Kirith stepped from her corner. Those who had known her before could see she had changed. A silent sorrow followed her every movement, painting the picture of a girl who just didn't want to live any more, but was forced to. Her sharp green eyes shifted to the retreating man who had just mercilessly slit one of the human's necks. She took a small step towards him, cold eyes watching him.

"However, I'm afraid you should listen to her. You're going to have to put him down." She said again, casting the hood from her head, exposing her fair skin and pointed ears, delicately framed by chestnut hair.

(OOC Is is insanity. I think this is way out of hand....I mean, every power comign along to join the party? Please...this is just crazy. I think I might leave this, people have no real reason for being here. I suggest you keep a constraint on who joins this, and who continues, because this is just going to get stupid. It is a great idea, and this is not your fault.)

((I feel you're right, Kain, this might get too insane. But, I think everyone here is a good roleplayer (or has shown themselves to be so far), so there's really no annoying people to kick off. A solution eludes me. I suppose I could leave if it gets too cluttered and there is a dire need for less players, though I'd rather not. Don't leave though, please.))

A feather soft voice reached the ears of those present, barely above the scrape of snow touching the frigid earth. "Again with the dramatics, Alessia?"

The cynical question was accompanied with a twisted smile as Kirith stepped from her corner. Those who had known her before could see she had changed. A silent sorrow followed her every movement, painting the picture of a girl who just didn't want to live any more, but was forced to. Her sharp green eyes shifted to the retreating man who had just mercilessly slit one of the human's necks. She took a small step towards him, cold eyes watching him.

"However, I'm afraid you should listen to her. You're going to have to put him down." She said again, casting the hood from her head, exposing her fair skin and pointed ears, delicately framed by chestnut hair.

OOC:
I did not think this would turn out this way. I mean, all I wanted to do was meet up with some old faces (in a manner of speaking) and start something, but I suppose I must act in the best interest of my entertainers.

(OOC Here is what I suggest. Scrap this thread. Make it again. Make it an invite only. Because the way this is going its a mockery of what you wanted. Get people to T-gram you (apart from those who you know are upon the right lines or know your character through experiance, or whatever) to see what they are going to do. Because, frankly, through no fault of your own, this has becum something where completely new characters with new players have centered it around them. It is stupid. This is what I would suggest.)

OOC: I was invited, Kain, sorry...and this thread comes from another one. Your idea is not nice, anyway. And I'm not a stupid. Glad to see you again, Cyberutopia, by the way. I had a nice Ic response but the forum ate it without mercy, so I'll post something nice tomorrow...

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Then I suppose this thread is no longer valid; it is void, corrupted, nil.

Alright, my next idea to just meet up with some people and start with something new. Der Fuhrer Dyszel is going to reawaken from a coma. I am going to host a welcome home party type of event for all the people who have played or have met my nation to finally get the chance to meet the brains behind the operation.

It will be a chance for everyone to get together and to finally meet Der Fuhrer Dyszel.

How does that sound to you all? And who will participate if they are interested?

(OOC: Der Fuhrer Dyszel, you don't have to kill this thread, just make it closed or something... And if you kill it and create a new one, I'll definitely join...)

(Me, but so long as there is a good reason for Kain ebing there, and I think there would be.)

You can count with me, I love to RP with you, as long as noone else has a problem...

All right, my guests of honor, here is the link:
http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=120270&highlight=

You will be guests of honor at this celebration, although you have never met Der Fuhrer.

((Ok...this thread really wasn't deserving of execution yet. A story isn't instantly thread because a player says so. This story still has great potential, and I'm not going to let it die like the Arms of an Angel thread did.

Kain, I don't really want to sound mean, but I probably will. You are becoming more and more elitist. From my perspective, more and more of the threads you have entered contain roleplayers that do not meeting your expectations of roleplayers that have attained the level of creativity and skill in writing you have. A lot of the best threads aren't full of the seasoned members of the roleplaying trade (in fact, that makes it even less interesting because then their writing style gets kind of stuffy). Seeing your increasingly frequent snobbing of the thread, declaring there are "certain" players who are "ruining" the thread. If the players here are dragging down your experience, and you're not helping enhance their abilities, then perhaps you should go elsewhere if you're eventually going to evolve into another Marathon (*wince*) . In defense of Aelosia, (it's good to be back, by the way :) ) she is a power, yes, and one of the best characters in this ongoing story. She has more experience in this story than you, and has taken much more action to develop her character than you. Not to mention that she was invited.

Also, Kain, your character has become old. You seem to want him to stay frozen in his state of misery, but never really revealing the rawness of his melancholy. A further development -- a thread like this wold be perfect -- wold refresh Kain in my opinion. I think that a thread should always lead to a further development, however small, and that is why my characters never stay the same. That's probably the only rule I roleplay by, and it has served my very well.

I respect you Kain, but I find that this is disappearing the further you go on with your elitism.))

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Wow :shock: Powerful stuff there. Not to be mean or ignorant in any manner. It is just powerful and well written.

Well, you inspired me to continue this thread. Thank you! :D

(OOC: I'm still here...)

OOC:
Where should we begin then? Should we take it from a certain time period, or should I just create a new thread with a new line?

OOC:
Is this abandoned again?

((Ok...this thread really wasn't deserving of execution yet. A story isn't instantly thread because a player says so. This story still has great potential, and I'm not going to let it die like the Arms of an Angel thread did.

Kain, I don't really want to sound mean, but I probably will. You are becoming more and more elitist. From my perspective, more and more of the threads you have entered contain roleplayers that do not meeting your expectations of roleplayers that have attained the level of creativity and skill in writing you have. A lot of the best threads aren't full of the seasoned members of the roleplaying trade (in fact, that makes it even less interesting because then their writing style gets kind of stuffy). Seeing your increasingly frequent snobbing of the thread, declaring there are "certain" players who are "ruining" the thread. If the players here are dragging down your experience, and you're not helping enhance their abilities, then perhaps you should go elsewhere if you're eventually going to evolve into another Marathon (*wince*) . In defense of Aelosia, (it's good to be back, by the way :) ) she is a power, yes, and one of the best characters in this ongoing story. She has more experience in this story than you, and has taken much more action to develop her character than you. Not to mention that she was invited.

Duly noted....I will make some changes then. Sorry about that, but really, some of this was insane.


Also, Kain, your character has become old. You seem to want him to stay frozen in his state of misery, but never really revealing the rawness of his melancholy. A further development -- a thread like this wold be perfect -- wold refresh Kain in my opinion. I think that a thread should always lead to a further development, however small, and that is why my characters never stay the same. That's probably the only rule I roleplay by, and it has served my very well.

That has been addressed. See Blood Is Thicker Than Water thread. Things have changed. If I had not have changed him, I would totally agree with you, he needed to change as it was being too melodramatic. He has changed, just many threads have the "old" Kain in it because I have not had chance to impliment to new Kain into it.


I respect you Kain, but I find that this is disappearing the further you go on with your elitism.))

Point taken, I will bear it in mind. But I do not like it when the flash of bad guys with evil powers pop up for no reason unexplained (Dantes whatever his name is.)

If I seemed, or in fact if I said that Aelosia did a bad job there, my apologies. My comments were not directed at you. I respect you, and looking back you did a good job, and if I said that you did not my apologies.

Now, onto now. You could make this thread again and it would be a wonderful oppertunity for me to redeem myself as it were. And also, get my new Kain back in buisness, and he is rather different. (powered down and changed character). Of course, if would have me. :)

OOC:
Is this abandoned again?

(OOC: It will start up again, don't worry... Everyone's here, I think...)

((I thank you for taking that well, Kain. I'd love to have you in this thread along with everyone else. I'm here and willing, it's just hard to get on lately.))