The Immortals {Currently Open}
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Gerard was still at the church. -He didn't know what that shadow was, nor was he sure he wanted to know. After all this time... could it be fear?
Dexter drove along the street. As he arrived at an intersection, he saw a flash of a shadow, seemingly out of nowhere, and a group running after it. He parked his motorcycle in a lot and walked in the direction from which they came to see if anything had scared them off. He eventually saw a church, and a group of people listening to a man play a guitar. He leaned on the doorawy, examining them carefully. It didn't seem like they had scared the group off. Dexter simply looked at them, not sure whether to interrupt or go back.
Sorry if it seems a little odd. I had to find a way to get Dexter with the group, and I really couldn't think of anything else.
Adrian leaned back against the church wall not caring for the shadows, listing to this man plucked away at the guitar strings with grace. If the man had any money he would give the guitarist some spare change, tragically his wallet was still in South Carolina meaning his only possession other then his clothing and pistol was the stupid Harley motorcycle outside.
Well, it sort of looks like we're stuck until we find out if we managed to follow the shadow or not...
Edwardo put on a burst of speed, passing Charles and Zana and leaping onto the shadow, pinning it to the pavement with his one arm and knees.
I am allowed to do that? Or do we wait for Xanian?
Giorgio had frozen upon the sight of the Virgin Mary, stunned and bewildered. He had never seen such a sight; though Italy was littered with thousands upon thousands of statues, he had never seen one move. Her face had borne one of the most romantic smiles he had seen, before crumbling to ash. A chilling breeze disturbed the dust, sifting the ash to settle by his feet. He stood, in shock, before his eyebrows creased together in what might have appeared to be rage.
Camilla... Mary would steal her away, and leave me on this Earth? Useless and broken? He scowled, before stomping on a pile of ash. "Puttana!" he muttered under his breath, his eyes wide and his heart racing.
Centuries he had believed in the Virgin Mary, for restoring his life and presenting him with endless love. But what was she truly? A shadow? An elusive woman, bent on his confusion and turmoil? His confidence in her had begun to waver in recent years, and for the first time in ages, he felt a growing loathing toward the Virgin.
Fists clenched, he stared after the group as they ran off. Some part of him wished to join the chase, but his legs refused to comply. Instead, he strode up to the base of where the statue had stood, and began to search for traps, compartments, or any other trickery.
Camilla... Mary would steal her away, and leave me on this Earth? Useless and broken? He scowled, before stomping on a pile of ash. "Puttana!" he muttered under his breath, his eyes wide and his heart racing.
Centuries he had believed in the Virgin Mary, for restoring his life and presenting him with endless love. But what was she truly? A shadow? An elusive woman, bent on his confusion and turmoil? His confidence in her had begun to waver in recent years, and for the first time in ages, he felt a growing loathing toward the Virgin.
Fists clenched, he stared after the group as they ran off. Some part of him wished to join the chase, but his legs refused to comply. Instead, he strode up to the base of where the statue had stood, and began to search for traps, compartments, or any other trickery.
Shadow Chasers
The shadow seems to break in to a million pieces that scurry up a nearby billboard. It is badly sun-bleached and difficult to make out, but the poster underneath its peeling edges seems bright and understandable. The shadow then dissipates into a smoke that rises high into the air and disappears.
Church Goer's All you find is heavily rotted wood as you search the base. It looks like the statue might have fallen anyway, but not necessarily turned to ash. The art and triptych in the back sag as usual, and the triptych, which depicts the fall of Satan from Heaven and his decent into Hell, seems to sag and break as you watch.
The shadow seems to break in to a million pieces that scurry up a nearby billboard. It is badly sun-bleached and difficult to make out, but the poster underneath its peeling edges seems bright and understandable. The shadow then dissipates into a smoke that rises high into the air and disappears.
Church Goer's All you find is heavily rotted wood as you search the base. It looks like the statue might have fallen anyway, but not necessarily turned to ash. The art and triptych in the back sag as usual, and the triptych, which depicts the fall of Satan from Heaven and his decent into Hell, seems to sag and break as you watch.
"Baka yaro!" Bellows Edwardo at the loss of the quarry he so nearly had in his grasp. Breathing heavily he turns towards the others, gesturing at where the shadow had dissipated. "It's gone, it's gone, it's gone gone GONE! I had it! I damn well had it and it bloody evaporates!"
He stops for a minute, calming down. "Sorry. Shall we go eat something?" Edwardo notices that his unlit cigarette had fallen out during all the excitement, and pushes a new one into his mouth, insofar as 'new' can be applied to the dog-eared tube.
He stops for a minute, calming down. "Sorry. Shall we go eat something?" Edwardo notices that his unlit cigarette had fallen out during all the excitement, and pushes a new one into his mouth, insofar as 'new' can be applied to the dog-eared tube.
I don't understand the description of what's happening at the church. Is something falling apart?
Paddy couldn't help but yell out in anger as the shadow disappeared, "What the hell is this crap and who the hell is behind it? I'm not going to be screwed with". He put his hand in his pocket and held his revolver. It helped calm him down to hold it, it helped to remind him of better days, back when he was young and alive.
Oh, and as for Sachiro...that's just the closest approximation to English of his name. I wasn't about to put down some Kanji and drive people without the proper translators mad every time he comes on screen. It's actually a real person, who you can read about on line or in the collection, Kamikaze Diaries .
Just assume the proper pronunciation of his first and last name.
And no, the triptych isn't falling apart, it just looks like it could break at any minute.
Just assume the proper pronunciation of his first and last name.
And no, the triptych isn't falling apart, it just looks like it could break at any minute.
Zala stood frozen staring up at the sky for a moment, then her intensity broke as she shook herself and sighed, tension draining out of her slowly. She seemed to notice those with her again and offered a bleak smile. "I suppose we shall have to wait for our next summons then."
Curious still, Guy ran a hand gently across the fading triptych, his eyes searching Lucifer's tragic face. Surely there is some trickery behind this...? No true Mary would mislead me so.
"Stop your tease," he muttered, tugging at the triptych. Though it pained him, he had desecrated churches before, and this likely wouldn't be the last time. But if he could find at least some hint as to the foreign shadow's origin...
"Stop your tease," he muttered, tugging at the triptych. Though it pained him, he had desecrated churches before, and this likely wouldn't be the last time. But if he could find at least some hint as to the foreign shadow's origin...
Fruitless search? ;p
I'm only typing with one hand right now(which i'm not very good at), so I'll be brief. Basically, I swerved off the road and hit a tree. In my parents car. Totaled it.
Luckily for me, and all you Yorg-loving escapist RPers out there, I came away from the wreck with not but a sprained wrist and a black eye. I'm lucky to be alive, as I barely missed a light pole.
Unfortunately, my right wrist, which is my dominant one, is badly sprained, which means my posts will be sporadic and brief for... about a week. I'll try to post as much as I can, but if it gets too much I may have to ask a few people to take over my chars.
I'm also in a terrible funk, as you can imagine, so my creativity has basically gone down the pot, at least for the next two days or so. I know this comes at an incredibly bad time, so I'm sorry.
I'll be PMing a few ppl and posting in my RPs to get some of my more prominent chars into good hands.
And again, I'm terribly sorry.
Luckily for me, and all you Yorg-loving escapist RPers out there, I came away from the wreck with not but a sprained wrist and a black eye. I'm lucky to be alive, as I barely missed a light pole.
Unfortunately, my right wrist, which is my dominant one, is badly sprained, which means my posts will be sporadic and brief for... about a week. I'll try to post as much as I can, but if it gets too much I may have to ask a few people to take over my chars.
I'm also in a terrible funk, as you can imagine, so my creativity has basically gone down the pot, at least for the next two days or so. I know this comes at an incredibly bad time, so I'm sorry.
I'll be PMing a few ppl and posting in my RPs to get some of my more prominent chars into good hands.
And again, I'm terribly sorry.