The Seed of Destruction (Anael - Izu)
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				Title: <strong>The Seed of Destruction (Anael - Izu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ferrousaemyr</strong> on <strong>26-11-2010, 22:17:59</strong>
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				<br>Staring across the table at the Chinese businessman, Jericho stared him down impassively, letting the seconds tick by. Never moving his gaze from the other man's, his hand went to his chips, pushing two stacks forward into the center of the table, speaking simply, "Raise."<br><br>"Five hundred thousand," the referee stated, his voice more interested than Jericho's eyes, his attention swiveling to the businessman. Returning Jericho's look, though a bit less settled, his eyes went to his cards and then back to Jericho's, swiveling several times before finally deciding on pushing forward a matching pair of chips.<br><br>"Check."<br><br>A thin smile came to Jericho's lips as the referee's look came back to him. Letting the silence brew further, his hand returned to his chips, pushing another two piles forward. "Raise."<br><br>The man's lips drew back slightly, the beginnings of an imperceptible sneer; too proud to let it out, fury growing in his eyes, he followed suit after another look at his cards, his gaze defiant as it stared into Jericho's. "Check."<br><br>Leaning back in his seat, an easy smile came to Jericho as he eyed the man's entourage, comprised of two thugs and three women; all three women were collared, and tied to a ring sitting in the man's lap. Jericho's gaze swept across the women, seemingly appraising them, before returning to the man's, speaking with .<br><br>"I'll add in another million if you add your girls to the pot."<br><br>Whispers of outrage crept into the man's face, his lips parting at Jericho's manner. Raising up his nose and drawing in breath, he gestured dismissively at them after Jericho slid his chips into the pot. "They are nothing. Call, Mr. Jericho."<br><br>Tilting his head with a very subdued amusement, he slid his fingers under his cards, drawing them out and flipping them over on the table.<br><br>Staring into his eyes, the Chinese man's gaze went down to the table, seeing the cards there. Jericho watched casually as the man's expression shifted into a carefully tightened rage, his own cards slamming down with the force of his arm. The man's fingers twitched at his side, wanting desperately to pull his gun… but his hand took hold of the slave-ring and threw it at Jericho. Standing with contained anger, he walked out with his thugs, throwing insults at Jericho's insubordinate smile in Mandarin.<br><br>Pulling up the chips and the ring, he gave an easy smile to the surprised, yet quiet, girls, and went to exchange his chips for money at the cashier.<br><br>Holding the ring firmly, money in his jacket, Jericho took the third exit out, looking to avoid an encounter with the businessman on the street. Scanning the area for spotters, he discreetly moved to the end of the street before hailing a taxi. Ushering the three girls in, he took a seat after them and gave the taxi driver an address.<br><br>During the ride, Jericho remained silent while the girls looked between each other and him, whispering softly.<br><br>Arriving at their stop, Jericho paid the driver well, and opened his door, tugging lightly for the girls to follow.<br><br>Opening the door to a gated apartment building, he entered, heading up flights and flights of the stairs with the girls in tow, never once looking at them or saying a word. Reaching the door of room 513, he cast his glance down the hallway before entering, closing the door behind him and the girls.<br><br>Turning to them, finally, Jericho's hand pulled a knife from his coat with practiced ease and flipped it open. Staring at their suddenly frightened expressions, he cut the leashes tying their collars to the ring and moved to them, gingerly opening and dropping each of the collars.<br><br>Closing the knife while they stared at him, he gestured for them to follow him. Leading them into the bedroom, he pointed to a closet, filled with a variety of women's clothes of many styles, colors, and sizes, but all distinctly lower middle-class and covering of flesh. <br><br>"Take what you wish." Pulling a few thousand for each of them from his wallet, he set the money down into three piles on the tidy, seemingly unused bed. "Leave when you're ready, and lock the door behind you."<br><br>Without another word, he turned and walked away, closing and locking room 513, and heading out into the street, leaving three perplexed girls behind.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Seed of Destruction (Anael - Izu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Izu</strong> on <strong>27-11-2010, 16:23:09</strong>
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				A young man was leaning on the building’s wall, hidden in the shadows of the night. His eyes closed, arms folded over his chest, he looked as if he had fallen asleep as he had been standing. Dressed in a pair of nicely fitting jeans, a white button up shirt and a leather jacket on top, he definitely didn’t look like he didn’t belong to the street… Or more exactly he looked like a rather expensive prostitute. <br><br>Of course it wasn’t far from the mind that no prostitute would ever stand in the shadows where no one could see him and buy him for the night. And if one took a second glance at the young man they were going to see that he definitely didn’t look like a whore – extremely attractive – yes, but not having that brain-washed from too much sex expressions that most hookers had. He was anything but a prostitute.<br><br>He lifted his gaze when he heard steps, remaining silent as he saw a man leading three collared girls. A small grimace passed over his handsome face, but he remained on his spot. Could have the Order been wrong? That guy… he looked like some low crook… He couldn’t be the other Savior… <br><br>The young man shook his head and sighed. He guessed that he was going to have to wait for that man to pass by him alone, so that he could do the Test. Though, if he had to be honest, he really doubted that this guy was going to pass it. Much better candidates had failed – men and women who had not only led a life of honor and good, but who had also been intelligent, smart, kind… While this guy… Well, he didn’t look to be any of those…<br><br>But he guessed that he didn’t have the choice – not until he had found the Other Half. Until then he had to be a humble student of the Order and follow their commands without protest. After all they had found him and back then they hadn’t had anyone to perform the Test, so he guessed that they knew how to do their job, right? And if they were wrong again… well, he was going to tell them that he was going to look for the Other Half on his own. After all he was almost twenty now and he had spent nearly ten years in training! There was just about nothing that he didn’t know about his Powers!<br><br>“Ah…” He let go of a soft gasp when he heard someone coming down the stairs. And he didn’t even have to look up to know that it was that guy. Slowly he pushed himself off the wall, moving to a rather well lit spot in the center of the alley where that guy was going to see him and face him as soon as he walked out of the building.<br><br>So he waited, not even realizing that he was holding his breath. His heart pounded heavily against his chest. Even if he didn’t like that guy, if he was really the other Chosen One it was going to mean that he was finally going to be allowed to leave the Order and go on the Final Mission. He knew that once the Two Saviors were together, trained and ready, the Order was no longer going to interfere. After all, their job was to only find the two of them and train them – they were not allowed to seek the Seed of Destruction. <br><br>He finally exhaled softly, licking his lips and closing his eyes. Any moment now… That guy was going to come out of the building in three… two… one…<br><br>He opened his eyes and saw the other at the entrance. <em>“Jericho?” </em>He called, though his lips did not move. If that guy was the Other One he was going to hear him as if he was speaking in a normal tone. And if he wasn’t… well… he was just going to see that young man standing in front of him, staring at him without speaking or moving, and he was going to pass by him without even paying much attention to him – like all the candidates until now had done.<em> “My name is Theodore. And I think we might have a business to do together.” </em><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Seed of Destruction (Anael - Izu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ferrousaemyr</strong> on <strong>28-11-2010, 03:06:26</strong>
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				Jericho's mind flickered to what lay ahead of him for the night; he had money to deposit into an offshore bank account, he had plenty to blow on other gambling dens, and just about anything in reach was available for purchase. The thrill of the table, of matching minds against other human beings with will and wealth to spare, was what had drawn him into gambling. Though he seemed to have a knack for drawing the right cards, for making the right calls, and for choosing the right tables, there was a real discipline in handling the other people involved. The games of cards were as much in the mind as it was in the deck.<br><br>Reaching down into his pocket and withdrawing a cigarette and lighter, Jericho drew them up toward his mouth with practiced ease as he left the building. As the end of the cigarette fell between his lips, he spotted the young man at the same time he heard him - speaking his name. His eyebrows shifting upwards, he let down the hand at the cigarette and the lighter, leaving the stick in his mouth, his fingers ready to move. It was rare that any spoke his name, much less accosted him in the streets. If the man before him was aiming to kill him, he would already be shooting by now, but he was instead... talking at him.<br><br>About business.<br><br>A small smirk coming to his lips, Jericho brought the hand back up and lit his cigarette, seeming to ignore Theodore until he had drew in his first pull and let out a cloudy exhale of smoke. Relaxed, he slipped the lighter back into his pocket, looking at the other man.<br><br>"What kind of business would that be, Theodore?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Seed of Destruction (Anael - Izu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Izu</strong> on <strong>29-11-2010, 20:58:43</strong>
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				Theodore waited to see whether there was going to be any reaction from the other man's side, but as he watched him lit his cigarette and take a drag from the cancer stick, he started thinking that Jericho was yet another failure. He closed his eyes and sighed softly, ready to turn around and disappear in the darkness, but he froze. Jericho spoke! He... He answered! Theodore's heart skipped a beat as he tried to calm down and get some control over himself as he didn't want all his thoughts to pour themselves into Jericho's mind out of excitement. He swallowed hard as he stepped closer to the other man so that they were literally just a couple of feet apart.<br><br>"Business that will turn you into a legend." Theodore spoke, his voice sounding a bit lower than his 'thoughts'. "Let me ask you... Have you ever felt like you can tell what people are thinking and feeling? Like you can just peek into the future... Not just guess, but know?" A small smile appeared on his face. Theodore was a very handsome young man, but there was something in his eyes - knowledge, wisdom... as if there was a very old spirit captured in this young body.<br><br>"Have you ever felt as if there is something that you are meant to do?" He reached his hand out as if he wanted the other to take it. "Something big?" He sounded quite inspiring, quite excited... and a little bit crazy. "My name is Theodore. I am part of a secret society called The Order. I... together with you... will save the world from destruction." He finished, nodding slowly, the small smile still on his lips. He was looking directly in Jericho's eyes.<br><br>He knew that if he wanted to convince Jericho he could do it very easily - pushing all his memories in the other man's mind, but he also knew that even The Chosen one could break under such an information overload. Plus... his Teachers had told him that he should make the other Chosen one follow him on their free will. Jericho had to believe him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Seed of Destruction (Anael - Izu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ferrousaemyr</strong> on <strong>29-11-2010, 21:22:45</strong>
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				Jericho's expression remained some distant and seemingly uninterested at Theodore, initially, keeping his appearance in check to hold the upper hand in this apparent business offer. As Theodore began, though, his words grew strange.<br><br>Giving Theodore a skeptical eye, he did not respond to his questions, simply peering into the other man's eyes with an impassive yet scathing scrutiny, as if he were looking at him and deciding which cut of meat he would take for his dinner. Theodore's emotions were at the forefront, splayed before him, his eagerness and impetuous burst of information loosing itself quickly. He was, in a word, excited.<br><br>Jericho was skeptical of excitement, particularly when it was directed at him; he had lived long with subdued demeanors and natures, as people went in the shadows and underground, and was quite unused to more intense emotions of the positive kind.<br><br>Watching him silently, taking another pull of his cigarette, his expression eventually shifted to one of doubt and contempt. "Are you trying to pull some pyramid scheme on me?" A smirk had come to his lips again, mocking and severe in how it treated the other man. He had no interest in such pathetic attempts at salesmanship and gathering of money... while it was strange, indeed, that he knew his name was Jericho, there could be a hundred explanations for it... and everything he said sounded like a desperate plea for him to sign onto something.<br><br>He snorted, rather disrespectfully.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Seed of Destruction (Anael - Izu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Izu</strong> on <strong>30-11-2010, 19:22:53</strong>
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				Theodore couldn't help but laugh out at the other's question, shaking his head. "A pyramid?" He asked, his voice filled with humor, obviously finding the other's assumption incredibly funny. "No, no..." He stopped laughing, looking down and smirking lightly. He guessed that this speech wasn't going to work on a grown up - the Seekers from the Order had won him over with a promise for becoming a legend, a hero, saving the world... though he had been hardly nine, almost ten, at the time... And Jericho wasn't a foolish kid...<br><br>He sighed, his face returning its serious expression (though one had to admit that he looked gorgeous when he was smiling and laughing). "I'm not offering you business in the real meaning of the word 'business'. You will not earn money. You may even end up dead at the end... but if you die, everyone else will die as well, so... it doesn't really matter." He did sound a little bit like those religious fanatics, trying to warn passer-by's about the Apocalypse... though there was something different about him... he didn't look crazy...<br><br>"The Order... it's as old as mankind. They've been looking out for us since forever... saving us from the End. Earth and Humans have been close to destruction quite a few times, but The Order has always found the Saviors. There were times when mankind needed direction... and the Order gave them Leaders - the history is full of them - there are even religions that started because of those leaders... But... you and I - we are not going to be Leaders - public personalities, we will work together, without men ever finding out that the End is close. If we succeed in our mission... they will never find out that they almost died." He took another step closer to Jericho, now only a foot away from him.<br><br><em>"You have to believe me, Jericho. This is not a scheme. This is not a lie. The World needs you."</em> He spoke to him once again without moving his lips, using telepathy. He knew that now Jericho could see that he wasn't really speaking out loud, but he needed to show the other that they were special.
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				Post by: <strong>ferrousaemyr</strong> on <strong>02-12-2010, 04:45:17</strong>
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				At Theodore's laugh, Jericho's skepticism grew, though he was relieved that he didn't have to hear such an irritating pitch. Jericho's condescension was rather harsh, and he preferred to avoid getting into a sour mood by having to cut a fool down to size.<br><br>"And why would I want to end up dead?" Frowning at the man, he narrowed his eyes, looking at him with thickening suspicion. As his pitch began anew, he eyed him coldly, finding his words indeed reminiscent of some religious fanatic. Blowing out another breath of smoke, he shook his head lightly and offered up a 'tch', dismissing his words and speech as the babble of a fool. Jericho's business was grounded in the here and now, the hard reality of living, and he had no patience or time for the dreams and folly of confused and weak-minded men.<br><br>Withdrawing his cigarette from his mouth, Jericho was about to tell the man to piss off when he heard the voice again, resounding more fully in his mind than his ears. Blinking at the sensation, one deeply foreign, his mind was wrapping around it, trying to twist it into something that made sense, that fit what he knew. In the face of insanity, rationality tried to reason it away.<br><br>Instead of acquiescing, he grew angry, thinking that maybe the kid was using ventriloquism or some other trick to throw his voice into his ears. "Are you playing a fucking joke on me, kid?" Eying him dangerously, his free hand twitched slightly, as if it were ready to pull a weapon and slit Theodore's throat at any moment.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Seed of Destruction (Anael - Izu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Izu</strong> on <strong>02-12-2010, 17:49:59</strong>
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				Theodore kept his eyes on Jericho. He could tell that the man was somewhere between annoyed and bored with his story, but he simply couldn't stop. He had found the other Savior! He couldn't let him go! He didn't know how long it would take him to convince him that this was real, but he was a patient young man - he could go on for days and weeks if he had to... Unfortunately this was going to only mean that they would be wasting precious time. The sooner he got Jericho to the Order, the sooner the other man was going to start his training and the sooner the two were going to be able to go on their journey...<br><br>"I'm not playing jokes." He spoke this time, his voice serious, the smile disappearing from his face. "This is part of our powers... You can hear me - that's how I recognized you as the other Savior." He looked around as if wondering for a moment if they could sit somewhere and talk. <em>"We should go somewhere private. It's not safe to talk about those things in the streets."</em> He spoke to him once again with his thoughts, his eyes never moving away from Jericho's. He had noticed the other's hand twitching and he wasn't going to be surprised if Jericho tried to beat him up or something like this.<br><br>"Tell me, Jericho... haven't you ever felt like you're meant to do something more than... being a..." He made a small grimace as if he had a bad taste in his mouth at the thought of what Jericho had been doing until now - wasting his time with gambling. "...a no one." He finished, knowing that the other might get quite pissed about being called a 'no one'. "You're saving whores. You're robbing mobsters... Don't you want to save the whole world? Everyone?"&nbsp; His voice was low, no joke, no humor in it... no craziness. He was serious.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Seed of Destruction (Anael - Izu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ferrousaemyr</strong> on <strong>03-12-2010, 06:30:20</strong>
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				The forces in his mind trying to explain away the sounds in his head creaked and cracked at the latest burst of words. As much as he was eager and willing to dismiss anything that didn't fit in with reality, Jericho was also very grounded in his senses. If his eyes and ears were telling him something, he listened, and generally took it as automatic fact. Holding up a resistance this strong could not last, and the strain was buckling upon his awareness - to cope with this possibility opened a gate much larger, and it was, in fact, a terrifying prospect. Jericho's life thrived and fell by the speed and mastery of his advantages, and to be so unarmed against something... <em>bothered</em> him.<br><br>Theodore, however, made it easy for Jericho to focus his mind elsewhere. He played well the part of the hopeful acolyte, and whether genuine or not, it provoked a steady stream of sneers out of the older man. He did not abide by fools, and thought little of those who could not author the script of their own lives. Sometimes he took pity, but oftentimes, he preferred to just keep away from them.<br><br>Jericho gave a 'tch', his expression loosing some anger for ugliness and brazen contempt. "Oh, right, me and you are a pair of Saviors with some God-given gift to save the world, right?" He rolled his eyes, the very thought preposterous in his mouth and mind. "Because God certainly wants us to give life and limb for all the whores and mobsters out there, and the rapists, the kidnappers, the killers, the abusers, and the rest of the damned folk who hurt this world."<br><br>Shaking his head, Jericho spat in disgust. "Why waste my time helping people who don't deserve to be helped? Why endanger my life for people who'll never know another human did it for them?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Seed of Destruction (Anael - Izu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Izu</strong> on <strong>07-12-2010, 17:57:55</strong>
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				Theodore's eyebrows arched up as the other man spoke. It seemed that he had been right to dislike Jericho from the beginning. So the other was all about fame and glory? He grimaced lightly, his disgust rather obvious on his handsome face. He made a 'tch' noise of his own, shaking his head lightly. God... This was going to be harder than he had ever thought. It was one thing to try to convince some rather guy, and a whole different thing when you disliked that random guy. <br><br>"Well... If you want to call it 'God', go ahead. But we're not talking about religion here. It's much bigger than this." He sighed and closed his eyes. He had been with the Order for nearly ten years, they had thought him so many things, revealed so many secrets to him... He knew that most religions had been created by the Order in order to guide the people in the right direction, so in a way his own belief had simply disappeared. He knew that there was no God. But he also knew that there was something bigger than everything, something that just couldn't be explained like their powers, like the knowledge of the people from the Order... And he also knew that it was his task to save mankind.<br><br>"Then why are you wasting your time saving whores? Stealing money from mobsters?" He shrugged lightly and sighed, looking down for a moment ,trying to stay calm because his own anger was starting to reach a boiling point within him. "If you don't join me... we will all die." He looked at Jericho, his own eyes shining with determination. "I don't know about you... but I'd rather try and fail than to just be a failure." He grimaced again, nodding at Jericho as if he was calling him a failure.&nbsp; <br><br>He knew that even if Jericho didn't believe him now and didn't follow him, the Order was still going to take him. It was just their way - ask politely first, take by force if the politeness doesn't work... 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Seed of Destruction (Anael - Izu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ferrousaemyr</strong> on <strong>08-12-2010, 00:49:09</strong>
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				There was no mistaking the fervent belief in Theodore. The man had been taken in by something, giving up his free will to follow some cult and its whacked-out agenda. Throughout the world, there was no short supply of fools, and Theodore marked himself easily as one. He didn't know how or why the man had chosen him, out of all the people out there, when he so clearly found his presence disdainful. Everywhere he looked there were fools, looking for a reason to live, a purpose in life - why the fuck did Theodore pick Jericho out of the teeming mass of weak-willed idiots who had nothing to do?<br><br>And with that, Jericho's cigarette was on the ground, a knife in his hand, and he was right up against Theodore, the blade ready to cut his neck. "What was that, you fucking zealot? You think it's smart calling me a failure? Like I'd even have to worry one god-damned ounce about killing you here and now!" His eyes were violent, yet far from uncontrolled; though he was angry and deeply offended, Jericho did not lose his cool. He was slick as polished chrome, and he could guide his hand and his mouth with precision no matter how high-pressure the situation was, and this was hardly that - just some fool trying to swindle and belittle him.<br><br>"I'm not going to stand for your crazy, ignorant fucking remarks. If you think joining some idiot-cult and pretending like you're going to save the world is some grand scheme you're going to pull me into, you've got another thing coming." Pulling the knife, Jericho shoved hard at the man, wanting to throw him down and walk away. He was done talking this insane, bullshit-nonsense. He didn't have the time or patience to fuck around with this shit.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Seed of Destruction (Anael - Izu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Izu</strong> on <strong>13-12-2010, 19:01:25</strong>
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				Well, at least Jericho wasn't a complete moron, Theodore thought as he watched the other get angry but never lose his control. He winced lightly though when he saw the knife being pulled and a moment later was shoved rather hard. He almost lost his balance, making a couple of steps behind, but never falling on the ground. His eyes narrowed and his features sharpened as anger took over him. "You think that's some game?" He shouted, his voice holding quite a bit of anger. He was so damn pissed! Why couldn't this moron realize that this was real? He was supposed to be the Savior of the world! And not some low scumbag!<br><br>A moment later Theodore's hand shot, grabbing the knife by the blade and pulling hard on it so that it cut his palm quite deeply. He glared at Jericho as he lifted his hand so that the other could see the deep cut going through his palm. "Is that a fucking a joke?" He hissed, the blood dripping down his hand, though the cut started slowly closing itself, healing way too quickly for it to be a trick - at least it did look more than real. <br><br>"Trust me - if I could choose I wouldn't have chosen you." He hissed, grimacing as he stared at Jericho's eyes, his other hand quickly lifting in a precise hard punch that landed on the side of Jericho's face. There was a bit of flash at the impact as Theodore had used his Power to knock the other man out.&nbsp; He grimaced again, shaking his head in annoyance. "Moron..." He murmured to himself as he leaned over the unconscious body. He sighed as he grabbed the other's wrists, closed his eyes and murmured something under his nose. A moment later they disappeared from the dark alley...<br><br>Whenever Jericho was going to wake up, he was going to wake up in a simple room with just a bed, a desk and a chair in it. The only light coming from a big window with a view to an endless ocean...&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Seed of Destruction (Anael - Izu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ferrousaemyr</strong> on <strong>18-12-2010, 00:03:19</strong>
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				Jericho, already turning around to walk away from the crazed man, was caught completely by surprise when Theodore grabbed the knife and stabbed it into his hand. His eyes boggled at the insanity of it - what the hell was the zealot trying to do? "Get the FUCK away from me, you lunatic!"<br><br>It was then that he saw the cut begin to heal itself on the man's hand in front of him, disbelief and mind-jarring observation reeling through Jericho. He had no words to describe it - nothing other than 'magic' or 'miracle', as one might put it. And those... those were impossible. Weren't they?<br><br>Swallowing, Jericho tried to grab onto some thoughts, something to direct himself forward, when Jericho's fist came and the energy blacked him out, his consciousness abruptly evaporating.<br><br><br><hr><br><br>When Jericho came to, he bolted upright, alarm stitched into his being. As memory flooded in, he scrambled to his feet, checking his pockets and, strangely, finding everything there. Looking around, he saw that nothing seemed to restrain him or prevent him from doing as he pleased.<br><br>What the fuck was this all about?<br><br>Theodore's words played back to him, speaking of destiny, of saving the world, of being "chosen." And.. then the strange things happened. Things that shouldn't happen. Things that didn't make sense.<br><br>There was no way, was there?<br><br>And yet... it happened anyway. Wounds healing up, being blacked out by what felt like a light hit... or so he thought. It was hard to be sure of his own thoughts when unresolvable things danced through them, taunting him with their craziness.<br><br>Staring at his hands, he went to the window and began feeling its strength, seeing what it would take to knock it out.<br><br><em>I can't stay here. I have to get out.</em> Not with whatever crazies had grabbed him. Jericho wanted to get back to his world - the world that made sense.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Seed of Destruction (Anael - Izu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Izu</strong> on <strong>02-01-2011, 12:16:24</strong>
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				"You can't run away from here, Jericho." Theodore's voice came from the door. It hadn't been locked and neither were the windows so when Jericho had pulled on them they had opened. The young man was leaning on the frame, his arms folded over his chest. He was smiling softly as if somewhat amused by the man's thoughts which he had managed to read easily - they were just so strong that they had pushed to his own mind without Jericho even realizing it.<br><br>The younger male was dressed in a long-sleeved white tunic with a V-shaped collar, revealing a little bit of his chest and the same black jeans that he had been wearing when he met Jericho for the first time. He looked as if he had just come out of the shower as his hair was slightly wet and his cheeks seemed a little bit pink.<br><br>"Ah, he is awake?" A middle-aged man appeared next to Theodore, smiling in a friendly manner to Jericho. "Welcome home, Jericho. We're happy to finally have you here." The man bowed his head a little as he pointed to himself. "My name is Gabriel, Second Elder of the Order." He introduced himself as he put his hand on Theodore's shoulder. "And you've already met Theodore... You must have been quite stubborn if he got him to use his powers to bring you here." He laughed quietly as he waved with a hand to tell Jericho to follow him outside the room.<br><br>"Would you like anything to eat or drink perhaps?" Gabriel asked with his polite tone.
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