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Earth's Last Line... (Open RP)
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Hellborne
Dylan
New York
Dylan glared at the sword for a while, then broke his attenton and went to his phone.
K, this guy is just off to me. I mean swords? I thought only red necks at the flee market had those.
Just then, his rune tattoo burned a bit. He avoided any eye contact with everyone else.
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Monday
Jerzak Hellwielder/Søren the Betrayer
New York
Søren looked up. "Indeed, sir. It is the largest city on this continent."
Jerzak smiled. "Then let us destroy it."
Søren grinned back, then stopped. "Wait, I feel magic..."
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Atik
Logan
New York
The sword reappeard on Logan's back.
"Tried that... sh*t, I hit a car with it doing that and it came back."
Post by
Skreeran
Character: Michael
Location: Nicaragua
Michael was on his morning run around the barracks. He just wanted this day to go by fast.
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Atik
Logan
New York
"Creepy mailman...." Logan said, shrugging.
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Monday
Jerzak Hellwielder/Søren the Betrayer
New York
Søren teleported into a nearby building, then strode out. He was clad in black boots, black pants, a black shirt and black duster, with black gloves. People looked at him a little oddly, but nobody really said anything. Turning, he started towards a building where he felt he surge of magic. He felt it again, and saw a sword fall out of a nearby building.
((He's gonna be a
blood mage
in this, just fyi))
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Hellborne
Dylan
New York
While the other two were talking about the strange sword, Dylan’s demonic rune tattoos were increasing in burning intensity. His skin felt like a chicken’s in the oven. He tried to contain the pain and cringed a bit, all the while keeping to himself. It came to a point however when he just had to scream, or something. “Excuse me,” He excused himself and ran out the door and out of the building. The dark night greeted him outside.
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Monday
Jerzak Hellwielder/Søren the Betrayer
New York
Søren saw somebody exit the building. As he ran past, Søren grabbed the back of his shirt, pulling him back to the sorcerer. "Silence," he hissed, magic covering them from sight. "Don't make this harder than it needs to be..."
Post by
Hellborne
Dylan
New York
This isn't good. Granted none of this started out good.
Dylan nodded his head slowly, not verbally answering whomever had him.
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Monday
Jerzak Hellwielder/Søren the Betrayer
New York
"Good. There is somebody with a sword in that building. Who is it and what room are they in?" Søren asked.
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Hellborne
Dylan
New York
Dylan paused for a moment. This did not seem right to him. This person, if it was a person for that matter, had the familiar smell of the demon who cursed him with a scarred body and a promise. "The weird one, you can't miss him. The sword is always with him. He is in the main room with some comapany." Dylan answered.
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Monday
Jerzak Hellwielder/Søren the Betrayer
New York
"What floor?" Søren asked quietly.
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Atik
Logan
New York
Logan looked at the arm, shocked for a moment. He quickly settled however. "Not a clue... I wonder if that teleports back like the sword..." Logan said, grabbing his colt python from his counter. "We can try if you like..."
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Hellborne
Dylan
New York
"A couple floors up. If you want him so much, you can go through the trouble of finding him in one building," Dylan paused. "Burn it down if you have to, I don't care." Dylan added sarcastically.
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