the apocalypse: Wastelands Where Angels Roam
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				Title: <strong>the apocalypse: Wastelands Where Angels Roam </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>abandoneddolly</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 03:22:37</strong>
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				&nbsp;The land is scourged by the war. Earth is not the pretty blue planet it once was. There are seas of ash as far as the eye can see, craters and ridges, and all that remains of the great cities and monuments that the humans once had are piles of rumble and the occasional ghost town. Yet even in this destruction there are signs of beauty. Trees are regrowing, plants and vines wrap around where once a house stood. In it all nature still reigns. A sign perhaps that not all is forsaken. <br><br>This is now the realm of angels being barred from heaven and not being able to find refuge in any human or demon town. They are forced to stay in the destruction they helped create. This is also where the war still wages on. Angels clash with demons, the occasional human straggler or warrior, and even the dreaded horsemen on occasion. <br><br>The waste is not where those who have a choice remain. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: the apocalypse: Wastelands Where Angels Roam </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>abandoneddolly</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 05:14:26</strong>
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				The church stood on top of a hill. It's stain glass window shining red blue green and yellow light down onto a world of ash. As if the light was a beam of hope trying to lure some soul back into its husk to have a purpose once more. <br><br>The church brick walls were crumbling and covered in vines that raced up to the bell tower that was no longer there but crumbled at its feet. All the windows except the one had been shattered. Inside its rotting door was not much better. The books that had once held songs of praise and words of encouragement from the lord where now nothing but nesting for the mice and rats. The pews had been gutted and a lot of them were broken down onto the tiled floor. In the front there was a statue of the Jesus&nbsp; being crucified on the cross, the statue of Jesus had been left in a shattered pile all over the pull pit and in its place was a poor soul who had been nailed in his place. The corpse was quite decomposed, so it was impossible to tell who or what it had once been. It filled the once holy place with the stench of&nbsp; death. In red right below it some one had spray painted" My God, My God Why Have You Forsaken Me" <br><br>The only thing that had not been touched was a large alabaster stone that had been used as&nbsp; a table&nbsp; . It had held communion&nbsp; from time to time, the sacred ritual between man and the Lord so they would not forget what their <br>Lord had suffered to save them. Now on its flat surface was a figure cloaked in a dusty colored cloak that hid all her features and her face. She sat on the stone her knees pushed into her chest. Her rusted spear laid leaned up beside the alter.&nbsp; She had her head rested up on her knees and whispering on phrase over and over again. <em>"meus deus indulgeo mihi"</em>( My God forgive me) As if she prayed this long enough everything would be forgiven and she would be whisked back up to heaven. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: the apocalypse: Wastelands Where Angels Roam </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CrazyIvan</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 18:53:54</strong>
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				Mike, unlike most humans makes the wastes his home, with that though comes challenges after challenges, by demons thinking they found an easy target or sometimes by angels that think they found a demon. Either way this is the world Mike knows and now calls home. He fights to survive and to make it to through another day, find the things he lost and to kill the who who made him lose them. He walks through the wastes, with a tattered old cloak that seems to blend in with the surrounding destruction of the wastes. His armor is currently not activated and off as he walks through the wastes, his head slightly down to keep the wind from blowing off his hood and to stop the wind from running over his face. His sword is hidden as best as possible beneath his cloak, which even then one can tell he has something taller then himself on his back, what it is would be hard to say.<br><br>Mike looked reached the top of a small pile of ruble and looked out upon the barren destroyed wastes to spoke where he should go as he did need to rest soon. He looked out and saw the church that stood at the top of a hill with light shining down through it, to some it meant hope, to him it was a false light. After all the dark shadows are behind the brightest lights and what better place to hide for a demon as well that wants to lay and wait for an angel. It might be a good place to check out, he thought to himself as he looked out upon it, there might be an angel, demon, or if not something to eat and a place to stay.<br><br>He hopped down from the pile of ruble and began to make his way over to the church trying to stay out of sight and be quiet just in case something was out here as well and thought that he might be easy prey. He made his way as quickly as possible to the hill and up to the church keeping low and out of sight, which is hard to do in the wastes. He would slowly creep up to the door and look inside to see if there was anything waiting for him on the other side. As he would do this, he accidentally pushed against the door to much and it began to creek open. He tries to hide back behind the stone wall, as not to be seen by whatever was in there as he saw a shape of something at an alter, but he couldn't tell what. He stayed against the wall, one hand on his sword as he waited to see if it spotted him and was going to come after him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: the apocalypse: Wastelands Where Angels Roam </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>abandoneddolly</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 21:09:10</strong>
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				<em>"meus deus indu...."</em> The prayer trailed off as she heard a creak at the door. Slowly she uncurled from her position a hand reaching for her spear as she rolls off the alter and ducks down to hide behind one of the scared pews. She would not go after whatever had made the sound, for all she&nbsp; knew it could have just been a large rat. Even if it was not she was not looking for a fight. She had put the war long behind her.<br><br>If it was a demon however and it did start something she would not hesitate to protect herself.She leaned her back against the legs of the pew and leaned over just enough for her hooded golden eyes to look out and see if it be monster or rat that came inside. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: the apocalypse: Wastelands Where Angels Roam </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CrazyIvan</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 23:59:50</strong>
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				Mike waited for a bit leaning against the wall, not entering the church, as whatever was up there either praying or cursing God was not doing that any longer. That meant that what ever creature, whether it be man, angel, or demon had noticed him and he had not gotten a good enough look to tell which it was. He thought about sticking his head around, but history had taught him that was a bad idea. So instead he hoped the creatures attention would remain focused on the door as he crouched down and slowly and as quietly as possible walked around the walls of the church staying below the glass windows to see if there was some back way into the church, as they often did for the priest to enter without being seen.<br><br>He eventually did find one, this luckily enough the door was also broken off so he didn't have to worry about noise or so he hoped. He slowly entered the back of the church where the priest would often prepare communion, but still not with in sight of the main pews and altar. This time, he hoped he would get a good look as he looked out through a small crack in the door out onto the church and where he thought he saw the creature end up. He couldn't see very well, and he didn't even know if it was still there, but better to make through the back then going in the front, he thought. He still had his hand on his sword and on his armor, incase he was in for a fight.
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				Title: <strong>Re: the apocalypse: Wastelands Where Angels Roam </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Odin</strong> on <strong>04-08-2010, 03:53:40</strong>
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				The small group moved along the busted down old road, which now hosted only small patches of road which could be driven on. Angels, with a Demon. Six angels, a guard for the demon in the middle. Two in front, two on either side of the demon, and the other two trailing behind. The demon was not in chains or restrictions of any description, he seemed to be recieving the royal treatment. Which would be right, he was a traitor to the Demon city of Tara.<br><br>The two in front slowed, and looked back as they drew their swords, racing back to the Demon as two others swooped from the sky. The Angels moved to protect him, engaging the two attackers. Once fell, the five remaining angels gathered around the Demon, spoke for a few moments, then left the wounded fifth Angel as a rear guard for any more following them. Now, the four Angels and the Demon moved off slowly, leaving the fifth behind in sacrifice.<br><br>They only got a small distance before hearing him cry out, and looking back to see the hooded figure above him, with a significantly large sword through him. "War!" the commander cried, and issued one Angel to hurry on with the Demon, before issueing the other two an attack command. Taking to the air, they swooped down at War, who ducked their blades and turned, grabbing the ankle of one and slamming him back to the ground. He stepped on his lower back, and drove his blade through his skull, then turned to look for the other. He had gained quite some height, and now dove towards War, blade in hand, ready to cleave. War, however, met him half way with a solid hurl of his blade, intercepting the Angel and bringing him crashing down in front of him. War ducked in time to keep his head from the Commander's blade, then summoned his mini gun and began firing at the Angel, hitting his wings, chest, and legs, sending him crashing through a wall of the church at the top of the hill.<br><br>War retrieved his sword, and slowly began his accent to the Church, seeking the Angel he'd just claimed, hoping he was still alive to provide him with more information.
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				Title: <strong>Re: the apocalypse: Wastelands Where Angels Roam </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>abandoneddolly</strong> on <strong>04-08-2010, 04:13:23</strong>
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				She sat watching the door almost breathlessly unaware that the creature was now sneaking into the back. After a while she took a deep breath dismissing the noise as just being a rat , lizard, or some other small creature. Nothing that she had to worry about. Besides she had been camped out in the church for a matter of days now, and there had been no sign of trouble. She had been lulled into a sense of safety here, when there was never safety in the waste.<br><br>She counted " One....two...three...four...five...six...seven...eight...nine....ten" and then she got up slowly creeping to the edge of the pews. She kept crouched as she started to wonder to the door to make sure it had just been an animal. Her hand was clasp tightly against her spear as she wondered forward. Just as she took her first step however an angel came through crumbling the wall just in front of her, causing her to jump back to avoid the debris. It seemed her haven was no longer safe. <em>"deus" </em> she whispered under her breath.<br><br>Anethrial had no love for angels though she was one herself. As the angel laid there for a moment dazed from the hit Anethrial pounced pinning the angel down with her body, and pushing the edge of her spear toward the Angels throat. She paused there her breath coming out in gasps as she pondered the angels life. There was nothing to show outwardly she was an angel her hood hid her eyes, she no longer had wings. Still the angel sensed what she was.<br><br>&nbsp;"quis es vos effectus sanctimonialis?"( what are you doing sister?) The angel asked.<br><br>"sum vestri sanctimonialis haud diutius" ( I am your sister no longer) Anethrial replied. <br><br>She growled moving the spear only causing a thin scratch open the angels skin. She used her strength and picked the angel up She lowered the being gently on one of the old pews for it to rest and heal.She would have to stay on alert now, whoever had caused the angel to fall into the church could be coming to finish the job. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: the apocalypse: Wastelands Where Angels Roam </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Odin</strong> on <strong>04-08-2010, 04:31:37</strong>
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				"My wounds are too great" he told her, trying to focus his eyes. "War comes, hide yourself sister" he said, looking to the door, then searching for his sword, hoping to at least attempt to defend himself.<br><br>War was nearly at the church when he was beset by more Angels, the three sentinels landing behind him and readying for battle. War's eyes searched their faces, then looked to the church. "You sacrifice yourself so willingly?" he asked, looking back to them. "The Lord protects us all" the one on the right stated, then rushed towards War. He was stopped, cut through the middle by a swoop of War's oversized blade. The other two rushed towards him, the first getting a small knick of War's armor before having his face grabbed by War's large gauntlet. He blocked the other with the blade, then stabbed it through his foot and summoned the minigun, spraying the Angel all over the wall of the church, and sending bullets into the Church. "Your Lord has abandoned you" he told the Angel he held, before pushing him down and freeing his sword, placing it on his back and walking inside the church.
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				Title: <strong>Re: the apocalypse: Wastelands Where Angels Roam </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>abandoneddolly</strong> on <strong>04-08-2010, 04:53:21</strong>
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				Her golden eyes lock on the angel. He was badly injured and probably would not make it anyway. She felt no pity for him. The angels deserved what they got. " sum non vestri sanctimonialis" ( I am not your sister) She told him. She denied every drop of the angelic blood that dripped in her veins. She was not one to leave someone that was down either. The lord had always taught compassion. She would defend this angel until he or she died.<br><br>She gripped the shaft of the spear tightly in both of her hands. " War" she pondered out loud. As the sounds of fighting grew close. Bullets came&nbsp; crashing through the church and Anethrial had to duck down and roll to avoid getting hit herself. On of them came dangerously close to her shoulder causing a rip in her cloak. <br><br>She had never faced a horseman before. It was the type of entity you faced only once and never lived to tell the tale. It was something she never thought she would have to deal with as she never openly went in search of a fight. Though it seemed she could not escape it. War was quit literally coming to her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: the apocalypse: Wastelands Where Angels Roam </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CrazyIvan</strong> on <strong>04-08-2010, 06:49:35</strong>
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				Mike watched as he looked upon the angel, now that he could clearly see it as one, and watched as she seemed to relax a little. She was just about to make here way to the door when an angel would come crashing through the front of the church, followed by a hail of bullets. Something was wrong here and he knew it, though first was trying not to die from the bullets that riddled the church. Some went straight through the small wooden door that Mike was behind, and would bounce off his blade that he moved in front of him to act as a shield. If the angel was paying attention, over the sound of the bullets and trying to stay alive, she would have heard a metallic sound of the bullets bouncing off the sword.<br><br>Mike watched the small little play between the angels at least that was what made the most sense as the angel little pressed her spear and then picked the other up to let it heal. Mike didn't like angels, but whatever was coming was more likely worse then his hatred for the angels. It was something big and scary that was taking angels down like they were flies, which either meant it was an arch demon, Lucifer, or a horsemen and a horsemen seemed the most likely, especially when the both of the angels mentioned 'War'.<br><br>Mike was left with a difficult dilemma, either try to escape now and hope to hide and out run a horsemen, fat chance he would more likely end up fighting him alone, or two stay here and work with the angels to try and win. Both options were not the best and he would rather take neither, but given the choices better to fight with the angels then die alone. He looked out again from the door way to the pair of angels that were in the church one injured and one ready to fight. The question now was did he wait or announce his presence now. Either way the injured one would make good bait and if he could get the other angel to hide they could try and surprise war. He sighed to himself and shook his head and whispered "today is just not my day."<br><br>"Angel and whatever you are" he said trying to be loud enough just so that they could hear. "Lets make a deal I will help you out in fending off war, so long as you don't try and kill me" he said, still keeping himself hidden and away from danger so he could run if he needed to. "I think that is best, and either way standing there tying to face him head one is likely to get you killed, you are better off using your almost dead friend there as bait" he said suggesting a plan, before she could answer always read to fight or run. He waited for her response or for War to come through the door, still keeping himself hidden and only loud enough for the two of them to hear him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: the apocalypse: Wastelands Where Angels Roam </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>abandoneddolly</strong> on <strong>04-08-2010, 08:26:38</strong>
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				Anethrial was in battle mode she stood in front of the injured angel spear at the ready. Ready to fight and die. She had no misconceptions that she could handle a horseman on her own. Whatever those beast where it was stronger then any demon or angel out there. Still she would not leave someone to be murdered and on a more secret selfish thought, she thought that maybe this self sacrifice was what she needed to gain her redemption.<br><br>She did not notice the human till he talked, and even then she could not see him. She just guessed that it had been human. The thing that she had heard before, had not been a large rat or lizard apparently it had been a man. Anethrial would not have tried to kill him even if War wasn't breathing down her neck. She liked humans, even though now if any guessed what she actually was they were filled with hate for her. Hate that she deserved. She had been a guardian once and had grown found of the humans she watched over. She could easily see why the Lord would love them more.<br><br>She shook her head at his suggestion. "Haud mos non...." She started to say something , frowned , shook her head again, and cleared her throat. She started again in a tongue a human would be more likely to understand. " NO, I will not leave him to War. I have compassion, and its not right to leave one to such fate. Though I agree I have no chance against a horseman."&nbsp; As she talked her golden eyes peered around trying to get a glimpse of the one who had talked. 
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				Post by: <strong>CrazyIvan</strong> on <strong>04-08-2010, 16:56:40</strong>
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				When the creature started to speak Latin, or some language like that, he knew that it was an angel, or something close to it. He laughed to himself quietly as she said she had compassion and would not leave him. Mike knew out in the wastes compassion is a quick way to get you killed, you either live by your own strength or die by your lack of it. If you can't survive the shit others bring at you then you don't deserve to live, that was the code he lived by and right now someone had brought a big bag oh shit right to him named War one of the four horsemen.<br><br>"You angel types, always have the same outward appearance of being nice and kind to everything" he said in a mildly sarcastic tone. "It is not a matter of compassion it is a matter of survival he is hurt, injured, and will most likely die anyway either kill him now and save him or use him as bait" he said still hidden. "But if you want to fight the horsemen head on be my guest I will find my own way to attack" he said as he looked around the room he was in for anyway to gain hieght or something. Sure War was most likely used to fighting angels, but how would he do against a human that swung a sword larger then a man, that comes falling down from the sky. Sadly he didn't find anything of the hieght he wanted, but found a little pulpit that he could hide out in. He laid in wait up there hand on his sword and helmet ready to draw his armor and his sword when War was distracted with the angel below.
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				Post by: <strong>abandoneddolly</strong> on <strong>04-08-2010, 19:36:58</strong>
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				Anethrial grew mad when he had called her an angel. She guessed thats what she got for slipping up and speaking in her own tongue, but she had been by herself for a long time. The waste was vast and numbers were few, that plus luck had kept her away from encounters until now.&nbsp; She looked at the angel in indecision. She could not kill him." Thou shall&nbsp; not kill", she said and she had lived by that motto ever since God had turned his back on them and she had turned her back on the war. It was a motto that was likely to get her killed one of this days in the world they lived in now.<br><br>It seemed so wrong to use him as bate. Maybe she could get to War, before he could damage the angel even more. She could not fail another one. Her hands were too stained to afford another death on them. "frater indulgeo mihi , Senior indulgeo mihi" ( brother forgive me, Lord forgive me) She&nbsp; gripped her spear tight in her hands and dashed off war would be here in a matter of seconds. She ducked down low and hid behind the row of pews as she had before. She crouched her muscles tight and ready to pounce whenever the horseman came near. She would not let him have the angel. She would die to protect him. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Odin</strong> on <strong>04-08-2010, 22:50:22</strong>
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				War entered the church, to the welcoming of a plank of wood across the stomach, which dropped him to a knee. The large pink demon grabbed him, and threw him across the church, crashing through a set of pews. More demons emerged from the shadows, encircling the Horsemen as he climbed to his feet. "There is no escape now" he stated, then launched his blade at the largest attack, lodging the sword into its skull, collapsing it to the ground. Instantly, the other demons reconsidered. Their best unit, dropped after only managing a sneak attack.<br><br>Still, a few came as the others made swift retreats. Leaping over pews and such to get grabbed, thrown to the ground and gutter stomped by War. He wasn't even aware of the Angel that had returned for him commander, flying down and picking him up, and making his escape swiftly, leaving War to battle the demons in the Church.<br><br>Though it was long and tiring, War finally decapitated the last demon in the room, feeling rather lucky that it was a bunch of implings and a commander. Though he had handled himself, it had been a long time since he had visitted the Hall, and was in desperate need of healing. It was just the fact that he'd have to report failing the task to the Council rather than people telling of his feats. Though, give him leniency, the guard was much stronger than they had promised him.<br><br>Turning to find the Angel commander gone. He clenched his jaw, placing his sword against the wall and walking to the doorway, looking out to see the fallen angels he'd fought earlier, but no signs of those escaping. They were long gone by now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: the apocalypse: Wastelands Where Angels Roam </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Damnedangel</strong> on <strong>05-08-2010, 00:05:38</strong>
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				Lexi heard a commotion from the church and headed there, she expected to see angels and demons but what shocked her was what stood infront of her as she stood in the doorway. One of the horsemen was there and she whispered "W..War" She then looked round expecting the others as she whimpered before seeing fallen angels beside him.<br><br>As he walked towards the doorway she was rooted to the spot in fear, she had never been religious even when she thought she was human but now she was mentally praying for somebody to come help her. She then managed to take a step away from war not raising her sword to him knowing she would easily lose the fight.
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				Post by: <strong>abandoneddolly</strong> on <strong>05-08-2010, 00:42:04</strong>
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				Anethrial stayed in her hiding spot when demons came to the church. She was sure they had not been there before and now she was a bit confused. Her sanctuary that had kept her hidden and safe for a week was now&nbsp; becoming popular. She would have to find a new place to hide. If she survived this. She was so enthralled by War that she too did not notice when the angel was moved to safety. She had never been this close to a horseman before. He was more terrifying then she had even imagined.&nbsp; There was no way she could face him and survive. He would squash her like a incignifigant bug.<br><br>She was broken from her trance when she saw someone open the door. This was the worst timing ever&nbsp; on her part, but she would not sit idly by and watch her die. Maybe she could divert his attention to her and give her some&nbsp; time to run. She moved quietly as she could using the pews for cover as she rolled and ducked her way closer to the door. Once she had run out of cover she jumped up and moved quickly toward the&nbsp; door " Run" she shouted to whoever was there. 
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				Post by: <strong>CrazyIvan</strong> on <strong>05-08-2010, 01:33:58</strong>
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				Mike sat and waited in his hiding place out of sight as he heard the demons come and then watched them die. He saw out of the corner of his eye the angel flying off, but most of the time he just focused on War. He had seen a horsemen once, though it was very far away so he couldn't make it he just knew it was a horsemen, but to see one this close was totally different. It was true he was frighting, but if it moved it could be killed, if it breathed it could die, and if it was living in any sense it could be exterminated, nothing escaped these truths. Though Mike knew these things it was still unwise to attack a horsemen by yourself from the front, that is just asking for death.<br><br>He watched somewhat amused as another lamb showed up for the slaughter this one seemed to be a mix of something either way, not human. It stood at the door afraid and dumbfounded by the horseman in front of her and as she began to move back. He shook his head and chuckled, oh well I lost one piece of bait but gained another, he thought to himself. He then watched as like a typical angel the other one came out and moved closer to the other one and told her to run, fools, he thought, it is better to let one die to save many then to try and out run, on foot, a horseman. He stayed where he was for now watching and waiting and to see what would happen, and if he even needed to do anything.
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				Post by: <strong>Damnedangel</strong> on <strong>05-08-2010, 01:49:37</strong>
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				Lexi looked at the other angel as she got told to run. She then looked at War and shouted "Why? You can't out run War" She then streched her wings out and they changed from white to purple, small red horns appeared on her head while a red tail slowly came out from her back but her halo stayed above her head. She hissed at War showing her fangs, she only ever changed into this form when going on the defence or if she was scared but right now she was caught between the two. <br><br>She glanced round judging her chances of escape by flying but guessed them to be slim since War would shoot her down. She then looked at the angel in the church and shook her head, no she was not going to run, in fact she wouldn’t even draw her sword against War and hoped he wouldn’t attack her since she didn’t attack him.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Odin</strong> on <strong>05-08-2010, 04:22:24</strong>
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				Anethrial only got near the door, then was bowled over as the massive flaming horse came smashing through the door, stamping his hooves. There was no running from War when he rode Ruin, since Ruin could ride the skies, as any Horse of the almighty Horsemen could. War watched the half blood hissing at him with confusion in her eyes. Attacking a Horsemen? Stupidity. And she knew it. War grabbed his blade, and stepped on the spear of the downed Angel, then grabbed her cloak and lifted her from the ground, in to the air, staring in to her eyes.<br><br>"I Wont kill you" he growled lowly, summoning his sword to his spare hand. "Unless you hinder me, woman" he said, staring into her very soul with his piercing white eyes, with black cornias. "Where would the Angel be going?" he asked her, as Rain looked over at Mike's general area, his ears flicking lightly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: the apocalypse: Wastelands Where Angels Roam </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>abandoneddolly</strong> on <strong>05-08-2010, 06:56:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Anethrial drew closer to the door. She knew that she could probably not out run him she had just been hoping to distract him so the others could get away, but they seemed so stubbornly stupid as to not try. She was pushed down by his horse and hit the ground hard for a moment her eye sight grew dark. It was enough she thought. A self sacrifice that might put her back into Gods graces. Enough.<br><br>Anethrial was snapped back into reality as she was lifted up by War. His eyes stared into her golden ones. The fall to the ground had moved her hood from her face reveling her pale soft face, with large golden eyes and long blond hair.His stare brought a shiver through her body, she was paralyzed in fear to the point she didn't even struggle to get out of his grasp. She trembled at the question thinking she was going to die. She honestly did not know.<br><br>" How would I know? I am not an angel." She told him softly. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: the apocalypse: Wastelands Where Angels Roam </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Odin</strong> on <strong>05-08-2010, 07:09:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				War's eyes flashed for a moment, then he set her down on her feet once again. "Your fall from grace saddens me, Holy one" he told her, knowing that he wouldn't be able to attain information she didn't have. His reputation for being ruthless in battle aided in his interrogation attempts. However, she knew nothing, and he could tell. "The Demons will return for their dead, and whether or not you believe you are an Angel, they will treat you like one" he said, then looked to the door slowly. "The cruelist of hearts would ravish such beauty... Do not be here when they return" he said, then slid his sword on to his back, holding it there with magical ties.<br><br>"As these battles take a turn for the worse, even I find myself falling behind" he said, looking back to her. "Being in the wrong place at the wrong time once is misfortune, the second time is stupidity" he told her, then looked over her body, his eyes flashing again before raising back to her glowing gold eyes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: the apocalypse: Wastelands Where Angels Roam </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>abandoneddolly</strong> on <strong>05-08-2010, 07:46:47</strong>
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				She was completely surprised that he was just going to let her go. All accounts she had ever heard said that anyone who crossed paths with a horseman died. They were a ruthless cruel lot. She was ok with how things t urned out however. She would rather live. She took a step back away from him. Her eyes glancingaround at the floor to find her spear just in case he was just toying with her, or changed his mind. <br><br>She knew what he said was true. She would have to leave her sanctuary and try to find a new one. That meant a long track through the waste, trying to avoid and dodge battles as she went. It was not something she looked forward to,&nbsp; but it had to be done. She stared back at him when he looked into her eyes. She was still shaken by his presence, but curiosity was getting the better of her. What would a horsemen want with an angel. As far as she knew they just rode around killing whatever they say.<br><br>" what do you want with the angel?" She asked, and might have been testing her luck. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: the apocalypse: Wastelands Where Angels Roam </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CrazyIvan</strong> on <strong>05-08-2010, 07:51:26</strong>
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				Mike could see that War was not intent on fighting them, but still kept hidden though a bit more relaxed and leaned back as he listened. No sense giving away where he was if he didn't have to after all it was not his problem or his fight to get involved in anymore. The threat had pasted and the only thing now as not to piss him off to the point he might attack. So there Mike sat and listened to the talk below just waiting to see what would happen.<br><br>Though sadly this was not to be as it seemed one of the demon imps had not jumped in with the rest and waited and had much the same idea that Mike had. Lay low and wait for a chance to stick from above, sadly for him there was another already there and one that hated demons. The demon didn't even have time to react as his head popped up and Mike thrust out his left hand into its mouth. He sighed to himself, today is just one of those days, he though to himself as he pulled the trigger. There would be a loud boom, almost like&nbsp; cannon going off as the imp, or at least the little remains of it went flying into the wall and through it as the projectile kept going.<br><br>There was a small cloud of smoke that rose from the place where Mike was sitting, Mike had his sword to War, in case he decided to open fire, before he could stand and explain. With his cover blown there was no point to sitting anymore as he slowly stood up with his arms up, to show he meant to no harm to them and then turned around, so long as no one was firing at him or trying to hurt him kinda of waved. He had a sort of bored and tired look on his face, and didn't seem scared or impressed by War, at least outwardly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: the apocalypse: Wastelands Where Angels Roam </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Odin</strong> on <strong>05-08-2010, 10:04:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I Can not grant him glory rights of surviving my blade" he growled, then looked to the imp hitting the wall, followed by the smoke. It neither spooked nor startled War, as he simply watched the man appear. War didn't fight unless someone threatened him, which the man did at first, pointing his blade at him. To further the insult, War didn't see tiredness nor boredom in the man's face. He saw disrespect. The Horsemen were Judge, Jury and Executioner out here. They were the law. If they said drop your weapons and walk away, you did it, or you crawled away to bleed out... If you were that lucky.<br><br>"Ah, a cursed one" he said, narrowing his eyes at the rather threatening intruder. "The council has ruled you unworthy of life" he declared, though made no attempt of drawing his blade on Michael. "You should pray that Death finds you soon" he told him, his eyes flashing as he read the man like a book. "And not Pestilence" he said, allowing his eyes to drift back to Anethrial, then shifted his foot off her spear, then kicked it infront of her. "You should all be on your way" he said, looking back to Michael.
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				Title: <strong>Re: the apocalypse: Wastelands Where Angels Roam </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Damnedangel</strong> on <strong>05-08-2010, 10:07:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Lexi breathed a sigh of relief as War didn't attack her, but when Anethrial got knocked down she ran into the church wanting to help her but the moment War grabbed her she stopped moving and looked away. She sensed something else in the church lower than an angel but higher than a demon, thats when she saw the smoke and heard the boom, she watched the human rise before stepping away from War ignoring him completely looking at Mike she asked curiously "Why would a human be out here instead of in Eden?" Her tail was wagging slowly behind her as she wrapped her wings round her body.
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				Title: <strong>Re: the apocalypse: Wastelands Where Angels Roam </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CrazyIvan</strong> on <strong>06-08-2010, 01:45:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Mike didn't mean to threaten or be disrespectful to the horsemen, but he had been raised differently then the horseman and had emotions which he tried to display, but did little to the horseman. He looked tired, since for the last 2 and a half days he had been without any real sleep walking and fighting his way here. His blade though was not pointed at War, it was sheathed and resting on his back under his cloak, War might see the lump but whether was a weapon or something large would be hard to say as it was completely covered. The only weapon he had on him was his left arm, which had a fake arm that had a cannon like weapon in it and that was pointed up and away and was no threat. Plus War had never said to drop your weapons or anything of that sort, nor had he ever raised his weapons at War.<br><br>"Cursed one?" he asked "what do you mean by that, and why am I unworthy to live." He wanted to say more, but he held his tongue for now, he wanted to fight back at him for merely saying he was unworthy to live. It was true he was a shell of his former self, but no one man or being should decide that fate without giving them a chance to do better. "I pray that neither Death nor Pestilence find me, I have seen Death once and I don't want to see him again" he said. Whether he was referring to the horseman or just a lot of death, it didn't say and left it up to the horseman to decide for himself. War's last comment was the first thing that Mike did agree with him on, that this was a bad spot and he should leave.<br><br>"Why are the angels outside of heaven?" he asked the creature that appeared and wondered why he was here. She looked like a mix of a demon and an angel, either way so long as she didn't attack him he could care less. If the creature wanted to know more it could ask and he might tell her, but for now that was all he said as he slowly made his way down to the first floor area where the rest were, still not coming close to war or the other beings.
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				Title: <strong>Re: the apocalypse: Wastelands Where Angels Roam </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Damnedangel</strong> on <strong>06-08-2010, 01:54:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Lexi smiled as the human answered her and she laughed "Touche human, you have a quick mind". She smiled at him as her demonic features faded and she turned back into her angel form, she sighed and ran her fingers through her hair "I'm guessing the angels aren't in heaven because heaven is boring. One can only take so much peace, love and joy before getting sick of it and wanting to cut some people’s heads off” She said in reference to herself before she shrugged. <br><br>She then looked at him “So what are your reasons for being here?” She then glanced at War and realised how close she was to him and she took a step away still not trust the horseman, but as she took a step away she got closer to his steed and she then stayed still just looking at his steed admiring it in a way.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: the apocalypse: Wastelands Where Angels Roam </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>abandoneddolly</strong> on <strong>06-08-2010, 07:38:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Anethrial picked up her spear and moved it point up using the blunt end as a walking stick. She glanced around the church once more silently saying goodbey to her home. She wondered i f she would ever be lucky enough to find some place where blood shed did not find her. She looked back at war and sighed. He had spared her.<br><br>&nbsp;" The last I heard the angels were setting base in an abandoned human town, but that has been more then a year ago...the demons have probably ran them out by now."<br><br>She looked at the others. " the demon shall be here soon, and I have no desire to fight. May God guide you if he is still around."<br><br>She started to walk toward the door. She walked slowly eyeing war. She still did not trust him.&nbsp; She slowly made it o ut of the Church and looked at the view from down the hill deciding which direction to go. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: the apocalypse: Wastelands Where Angels Roam </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Odin</strong> on <strong>06-08-2010, 09:10:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				War looked to the other two, as the Angel left his presence. "Good luck with your quest" he spoke to Mike, knowing that most who were cursed like that, did their very best to lift it, no matter how many times it saved your life.<br><br>War left the church, his horse close behind him, and looked to Anethrial. "Where?" he asked her, his time running short, too short to search every abandoned human city left. Though the land was decimated, there were still buildings left standing. "Show me, and I will grant you your sanctuary" he said, then climbed atop Ruin. He saw no point in her existance, but if survival was what she wanted so badly, he would grant her life for at least some time.
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				Title: <strong>Re: the apocalypse: Wastelands Where Angels Roam </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>abandoneddolly</strong> on <strong>06-08-2010, 09:38:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She looked at War and sighed. She didn't want to get involved. " are you sure? That was a year ago...things change a lot out here in a day, theres no telling what has happened in a year ago....Besides I have no desire to go back and face those dammed angels again." She growled the last part. She had grown to hate demons and angels alike though she tried not too. Hate was poison. Hate was a sin, that lead to others, and she was trying so hard to be pure once more. her eyes looked into his. " but I suppose if I have no choice...I would rather do that then die." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: the apocalypse: Wastelands Where Angels Roam </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Odin</strong> on <strong>06-08-2010, 10:02:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"No one said you would face anyone" he said simply, then lifted her on to the horse with one arm, settling her down in front of him. Ruin seemed a little unsettled with the extra person on him, but she was not the first he'd carried on War's command. "You will show me, and then I will trouble you no more" he told her, then looked to the church, before surveying the horizon. "Which way?" he asked her, his massive arms coming around her and taking the reins of the large horse.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: the apocalypse: Wastelands Where Angels Roam </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>abandoneddolly</strong> on <strong>06-08-2010, 10:24:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She felt unnerved being on the horseman's horse, and War being so close to her made her shiver. She guessed she had no choice but to show him now. " your just going for that one angel? You won't destroy them all?" She questioned. There was so little angels left and she had a feeling she was about to lead destruction to the rest. She pointed to the west. " that way...." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: the apocalypse: Wastelands Where Angels Roam </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Odin</strong> on <strong>06-08-2010, 10:28:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Those who participate in the war will fall... And only the peaceful and innocent will remain. "West?" he asked, then flicked Ruin's reins, making him dash in that direction. The church began falling in to the background, as Ruin raced across the plains and hills. War's intentions were for the commander. He had led troops in to battle, and encouraged killing. An Angel commanding combat was one of the main reasons War killed the Holy ones.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: the apocalypse: Wastelands Where Angels Roam </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>abandoneddolly</strong> on <strong>06-08-2010, 18:22:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				" you will extinct there race...theres so few angels left as it is..." She almost pleaded . It was not right to do that to them. She stayed quite for a moment and then added&nbsp; &nbsp; " not that I care, I'm not an angel." She watched as the scenery streaked by the horse was fast and now she knew how stupid she had been in thinking that she could of outrun such creature. She was trying to remember where the town was it had been a long time since she had been there, but she was sure that she could find it. For know as far as she could remember they were going the right way.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: the apocalypse: Wastelands Where Angels Roam </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CrazyIvan</strong> on <strong>06-08-2010, 21:13:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Mike stayed away from the group when he came down and just noticed as War and the angel seemed to leave together, either by choice or force he didn't care which. This left him alone with this strange girl who could go between angel and demon. He looked at her a bit suspiciously as it reminded so much of a time long ago and that without even trying was already on a bad foot with him. "Sure you keep on thinking that" he said in a sarcastic tone. Mike knew that the only reason why angels were still here was cause they couldn't go back and God had left them here, or at least that was what one of them said to him.<br><br>"My reasons for being here are my reasons, and I have no reason to tell them to you" he said as he dusted himself off. He got his stuff in order and sighed, he would have liked a place to sleep but yet again that would be denied him. He looked tiredly towards the door and slowly began to walk to it and out as he looked around for where he should go next. He turned back to the woman "I wouldn't stay here if I was you, unless you like demons" he said before turning back around and looking over the scenery again, before slowly walking off into the wastes towards the ruins of a close by city. He walked slow enough for her to walk with him if she choose, but he didn't care either way.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: the apocalypse: Wastelands Where Angels Roam </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Odin</strong> on <strong>07-08-2010, 00:38:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The ride was fast, thundering across the plains and sending up dust. Why not? It wasn't like anyone was stupid enough to combat a Horsemen while on his best weapon. Though War found no signs the angels had come this way, he did not give up on the trail. Ruined cities always seemed to host someone or something that he was supposed to destroy.<br><br>Ruin seemed to read his Master, as he broke off course and trotted up to the cliffs at the side of the mountain, coming to a stop at the side of a cave. "We do not travel by night" he told her, looking up at the sky, before dropping off the horse and helping her down. "You must sleep" he told her, then looked in to the cave. It was pretty shallow, though deep enough to host a fire and to shield from the howling winds of the night.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: the apocalypse: Wastelands Where Angels Roam </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>abandoneddolly</strong> on <strong>07-08-2010, 00:59:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				They had moved fast and covered a lot of ground, but the place she&nbsp; remembered was a long ways away. If her memory was right. She was surprised when he stopped. She did not think that a horseman would stop for anything. It was a good thing to know. As she got down she wondered if War slept. If he did it would b e a good time to sneak away, she did&nbsp; not want to be the cause of more bloodshed and the more she thought about it, the more she regretted ever mentioning anything. <br><br>She looked at the cave and silently made her way over to it. The ground would not be as soft as the rotting pews that she had slept on for the last week, but she had no reason to complain. She stayed quit lost in her own thoughts and still a bit unnerved by him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: the apocalypse: Wastelands Where Angels Roam </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Odin</strong> on <strong>07-08-2010, 01:15:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				War retrieved the bag from Ruin, and threw it to the ground at his feet. He reached inside, and drew the rags, then gathered some wood and placed them in a pile at the side of the cave. He moved back to the bag, as Ruin snorted fire on the rags, igniting them and the sticks, starting up a camp fire. War stared at the girl for a moment, then drew his cloak off, and offered it to her. "Wrap yourself in this" he said, knowing that as soon as the sun dropped behind those hills, the temperature would begin to drop.<br><br>Ruin didn't really move from the cave, instead moved around in front of it, settling down between two large rocks. War searched the horizon, then took his sword and slammed it down into the ground next to the entrance to the cave. He wasn't worried about being attacked really, and had his powers to rely on anyway.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: the apocalypse: Wastelands Where Angels Roam </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JerichoMyers</strong> on <strong>07-08-2010, 20:15:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Several miles from War's position, light beamed into the sky followed by drum rolling lightening and chain lightening. An intense battle was commencing, but who were the opposing forces. Small prickles of light dimly shining moving in the distance were directed at the light. From their cave they could witness the partly beautiful light show. "Foul creature, I've vanquished thousands of demons!" An angelic voice erupted. Skimming through urban sky scrapers, panicking with good reason, beams of light were firing down, demolishing the building around him. "Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit." Surrounded by beams of light literately rattling and tarring the sky scraping city to cinders, Snatchen broke loose. Shattering from a window, gripping a shard of glass in each hand, he intended on striking the angel. Eyes boiling with fear and bravado, showing little restraint in desperate attack. The angel was astonishing on first glance. Golden curly locks, eyes glowing gold, armor an old english crusader design but marks with religious symbols. Wielding shield and spear triumphantly, floating on gospel wings, the angel only smirked at Snatchens attempts. "Vermin!" Thrusting his spear with furious intent. Snickering at the angel, twirling his tiny body using the pitiful wings Lucifer bestowed onto him with great agility. <br>Slashing violently without direction, Snatchen managed a quick wound, cutting the angels throat slightly. "Vermin, how dare you strike a guardian--" Before he could finish cursing Snatchen, the little imp wasted little time. Taking in this momentous moment of wounding the guardian, he tossed both shards of glass. Easily dismissing his attack by raising his shield. Fluttering back, withdrawing in cowardice once more, the angel was in pursuit. Globes of fire appeared before each palm, and instantly flew towards the dynamic angel. An illuminating glowed brightly completely covering the angel. His pitiful fire balls vanished when the light struck them. Desperate to escape, it already became to late. The angel raised his hand, palm facing Snatchens petite body. "May the lord show mercy on your soul." Curling in fear, a black shield engulfed Snatchen. With a burst of light, the black orb flew into nothingness as it disappeared into darkened skies. Peeking an eye open, noticing his defensive shield was absorbed over him; his head peaked out. Soaring at immense speeds through the sky, he couldn't help but see War standing looking fearsome as always. "Oh crap....." Crashing before war, leaving a tiny crater at his feet, Snatchen appeared on his knee's coughing. Covering his mouth while catching his breath, he looked up smiling cheerfully at War. "Good evening, almighty and scary War."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: the apocalypse: Wastelands Where Angels Roam </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Damnedangel</strong> on <strong>08-08-2010, 12:29:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Lexi looked around then sighed before running to catch up with him. As she caught up to him she smiled “My names Lexi and as you’ve probably guessed I’m half angel and half demon.” She then looked at the floor before shrugging “And the demons accept me, so do the angels so I’m stuck in the middle which means that neither will kill me but both can capture and torture me”. She sighed and looked around considering where a safe place to stay would be “So umm if you don’t want me to travel with you just say, I’m used to being alone” She shrugged and hummed softly to herself while wrapping her wings round her body as she shivered a little.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: the apocalypse: Wastelands Where Angels Roam </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CrazyIvan</strong> on <strong>08-08-2010, 20:45:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Mike turned to look at Lexi, or at least that is what she called herself, and she said she was half demon half angel, which caused him to raise an eyebrow at her. He was slightly curious how that would happen, and if she originally one and then got transformed into another. He just continued to look at her with an eyebrow raised as she said that he could tell her to leave and then she stood there humming and cold. Mike didn't get a lot of people that would follow him and was used to being alone, so he didn't care either way if she wanted to come she could. "I don't care, you can do whatever you want. If you want to follow me fine if not okay, just don't complain about problems that arise from following me" he said as he looked at her and then looked back out on the ruins to find a safe place. Spotting one he began to slowly move off the hill and towards what looked like an old ruined human city off in the distance.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: the apocalypse: Wastelands Where Angels Roam </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Damnedangel</strong> on <strong>08-08-2010, 21:00:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Lexi watched Mike‘s eyebrow raise as she said she was half demon half angel. She looked at him and answers the question that wasn’t being said simply “I was born this way”. She then nodded as he said she could do whatever she wanted so she followed him towards what looked like an old ruined city. She then spread her wings and flew into the air flying ahead of him looking for signs of life below.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: the apocalypse: Wastelands Where Angels Roam </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Odin</strong> on <strong>09-08-2010, 03:52:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				War looked to the small imp, then passed him off. Obviously, the imp was just in a battle, and looked like he'd die within a day or two. He didn't really care from it, but then realised it could be a scout, and since he was hosting the Angel, he decided swift removal would be best. "You're not welcome here, Demon" he stated firmly, picking his sword up and attaching it to his back again, preparing incase the demon was a scout. "Take your leave" he said, then glimpsed to the angel. He could tell from the lights in the city that the demon had been fighting an angel, so he refused to take any risks, putting himself between the small imp and his female companion.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: the apocalypse: Wastelands Where Angels Roam </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CrazyIvan</strong> on <strong>09-08-2010, 04:43:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I didn't know that could happen" he said as she told him what she was. Otherwise Mike would remain relatively quiet, and would look more and more tired as they walked. As they got closer to the town he watched as she spread her wings and flew up and over the city, she almost looked like a eagle or some bird circling its prey. He shrugged his shoulders as he continued to walk into the city slowly and always alert.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: the apocalypse: Wastelands Where Angels Roam </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Damnedangel</strong> on <strong>09-08-2010, 11:37:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As she flew over the city she saw no signs of life so she flew back to Mike and landed next to him, she stumbled a little before regaining her balance "It doesn't look like theres anything alive there, but they could be hiding and waiting to ambush us" She said softly and quietly while she looked at him as she folded her wings againt her back.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: the apocalypse: Wastelands Where Angels Roam </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>abandoneddolly</strong> on <strong>09-08-2010, 20:46:03</strong>
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				She took the cloak&nbsp; that war had offered before slipping it on. She looked out at the battle wondering who was fighting now. battles were no stranger to the waste, yet she hated to see them. She watched as an Imp came down beside them and shook her head, the poor thing really had no business fighting.&nbsp; She watched the events that were happening quietly staying back in the cave. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: the apocalypse: Wastelands Where Angels Roam </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CrazyIvan</strong> on <strong>10-08-2010, 04:33:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He watched her fly down and stepped out of the way as she stumbled, that way if she feel it was not on him. "That's general how it is" he said in a straight and level voice as he looked at her before turning back to the city. From the look of him, Mike, had done this many times and was used to anything that the ruined cities could throw at him. He walked further into the city and spotted a rather secure looking building and began to walk towards it always eye it and everything around it.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: the apocalypse: Wastelands Where Angels Roam </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Damnedangel</strong> on <strong>11-08-2010, 21:47:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She nodded “I know thats how it usually is but sometimes you can see people or things move from in the sky”. She then shrugged and walked with him looking around while running her hand up and down her sword slowly almost as if she was agitated by something nearby. She glanced at him and bit her bottom lip while her wings twitched not liking how quiet it was around them.
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