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Post by Health on Dec 2, 2005 17:38:41 GMT -5
"Raphael," Iris managed to gasp, as her hand touched his face, she smiled slightly, "I can see the young man in you," she said tiredly looking into his eyes.
"I don't want to die, I don't want to leave him! I'm all he has to lean on!" Iris screamed in her mind. Strangely her mind felt stronger then ever now.
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Post by raphael on Dec 2, 2005 18:05:56 GMT -5
Raphael looked down at Iris, Pain welling up in his chest. Gently he picked her up, holding her in his arms. He turned to Apocolypse and his minions. "You are destroying the only thing I have left in life." Raphael had a expression or sorrow and loss as he looked down at Iris. He knew that there was a healer about, Eliza he believed was the one who possessed such a power, but he did not know if she could help. The pain started to build into anger, hatred for the one who would have done such a thing to him. He had locked that part of him away a long time ago, and he feared that if Iris died, that evil monster would come back and take control of him once more. That was the last thing he wanted, Iris would not have wanted him to become like that, and he did not was to bring shame to her. Raphael hugged Iris tight, "please, stay with me...I won't leave you ever again, just stay here with me."
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Post by Health on Dec 2, 2005 18:11:36 GMT -5
Iris smiled a little and closed her eyes as she tried to feel Raphael's warmth. She was so cold and numb, she took a last breath in, just strong enough to smell Raphael's scent that she had grown to love and then her heart stopped.
Lord make me an instrument of your peace, Where there is hatred let me sow love. Where there is injury, pardon. Where there is doubt, faith. Where there is despair, hope. Where there is darkness, light. And where there is sadness, joy.
O divine master grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled as to console; to be understood as to understand; To be loved as to love For it is in giving that we receive- it is in pardoning that we are pardoned. And it's in dying that we are born to eternal life. Amen.
Iris heard the prayer around her as she her mind beging lifted but suddenly as if soemthing was tied to her body she stayed in it trapped. Something was happening beyond her control.
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Post by Negate/Alex Knight on Dec 2, 2005 18:34:11 GMT -5
Famine felt the strong grip of another squeezed his shoulder, ripping his toxic touch from Iris. He was forced into the air by this stranger, and remarked as not being a man. Famine swirled in the mist filled air, as his face crashed into the dry sandy earth. He laid there a mouth full of dying soil resting under his gery tongue, as rating worms where pressed between his teeth. Famine didn't move right away he just laid motionless listening <why don't you act like a man>, then in a blink of an eye he forced his finger deep into the dirt, pushing himself back on me his feet. His back turned to Iris and Raphael, Famine cracked his neck with his pale skin hands firmly pressed against head. Famine turned to who had broken his swift hand from the villainous Iris neck. Raphael had given Famine food for thought, he wasn't a man, he wasn't even human anymore, he was something more. Now fully rose and facing the two he watched as Raphael held his dying lover. There was no point in attacking them, Famine had done what he needed to do, his poisonous hold of Iris would not be undone.
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Post by raphael on Dec 2, 2005 19:05:43 GMT -5
Raphael was lost now, Iris had died in his arms, the only thing that had bound him to this earth had died. Raphael gently placed her body on the ground, his las tear falling from his cheek to hers. He stood up and bowed his head. "look down on me from heaven Iris, because where I am going, I will never see you again."
Apocolypse's favor had left him, he was now his normal size, only 6'4". Sighed deeply, "You took away the only thing I had left..." Raphael let go. There was a deamon residing with in him, a great deamon whom Raphael had quelled, and caged with in. Raphael had not wanted to be the host to the foul creature and with time the Deamon began to understand and respect Raphael for his desire. However when Iris died so too did Raphael, and the Deamon could not bear that. The deamon ripped free of Raphael's body, they were one and the same, but now Raphael was a 12 foot tall red skinned deamon with Huge curling black horns and wicked black clawed hands. The Evil scar that Raphael had born through his left eye was present in the form of the great deamon.
"I am not supposed to be free, what have you done?" Inside his head Raphael now sat in the cage the mighty deamon had once occupied, sitting on his knees. The copy looked over at him, "so you freed that monster, then it can mean only one thing." Raphael just sat there broken, he could not live without Iris, and now the deamon would be free..."Dominus Pugnae" he uttered...
The Deamon turned to face the one who had caused his host such pain and Grinned an evil grin, his black teeth glinting in the light.
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Post by Health on Dec 2, 2005 19:09:09 GMT -5
Suddenly the ground began to shake and different styled doorways appeared on the battlefield, one by one, men and women stepped out of the doorways and closed them with their staffs. A doorway opened beside Iris's body and a man in a long purple robe stepped out. His long white hair blowing in the breeze.
"Dear, Master of Time and Space, what has happened to you?" he asked crouching over Iris's body and picking it up. Everyone else from the doorways made their way to Iris's body.
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Post by raphael on Dec 2, 2005 19:12:46 GMT -5
The deamon turned back to Iris' body, men in purple had appeared out of no where, and were gathered about this body. It had been important to Raphael so it was important to the deamon. He growled, "That is not yours to take..." The deamon was ready to defend the fallen lover of his host. Raphael was lost, dead without the one he loved and now, he let the terrible monster, he had fought his entire life to control, loose.
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Post by Health on Dec 2, 2005 19:17:47 GMT -5
"I told you, when Weavers of Time and Space get mixed up in mortal affairs, nothing goes right," an old woman in green said glaring at Raphael, "Cool your temper, we ain't gonna hurt her, we just gotta take her away."
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Post by raphael on Dec 2, 2005 19:20:55 GMT -5
"...no, he would not want that..." The deamon snarled, his fearsome presence and awe inspiring stature masked by waves of hatred eminating from him. This human had been important to Raphael, had kept him sane, had brought him joy...
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Post by Health on Dec 2, 2005 19:27:18 GMT -5
"Listen obviously you have history with our Master Witch, but we have to take her," the white haired man said.
"No use takin to tah beast Mortimer, just let me give him a good whack on the noggin and he'll get over her," the old woman said spinning her staff around.
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Post by Negate/Alex Knight on Dec 2, 2005 20:40:57 GMT -5
The air had that sweet rank smell of rotten flesh, it sting at the nose. War still raged on behid the small group of gate travelers as the last door closed, the doorway from Avalon, the city in the mist. An older woman twirled her staff about, as others tried to explain why they had come. Soon a faint delicious laughter of three young girls filled the emptiness. The three girls popped out behide the crazy old woman with smile shinning off their cute sinless faces. The first to show her bright smile was Luna's, her pure white like fresh fallen snow hair draped around her face. The second to come from under the older woman rode was Phoebe's, her strawberry-blonde could out burn the sun. Selene's with her dark black hair was the last to grace the others with her glory. Their eyes tightly closed with their cheek push out by their childish grins. Because the sisters where in another time they had been revealed in their child state of being. The sister may look like average cheerful triples, but these three where anything but average. These three where not insignificant, they had sink lands, dreamed about powerful kings, saw fears of devilish beings, and held the very life thread of every creature of past, future and present in their fair tiny hands. The girls where saw as walking goddess among the mortal, which was kinda true but their gift where caused do to mutation and not divine right. They where worshiped as the three the keep the balance in order, and that was why they had been summoned. Through Iris pray the path between world had opened and called to the girls. " blessed be " the three young mystics speak as one .
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Post by Eirik on Dec 2, 2005 22:30:24 GMT -5
Doyle merely glared at Eliza wondering what was going on and why she had given him the thumbs up. He looked at the silly girl childish behavior when he could clearly see and hear people die around them. Her cheerful demur was lost on him.
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Post by Health on Dec 2, 2005 22:41:01 GMT -5
Iris finally felt her soul rip from her body as the Fates came out of nowhere. "The fates!" she cried happily, she floated around them, "Why are they here though, did they hear the prayer? Why is Mortimer and the rest of the Time and Space Guardians here?
But the Iris saw the gigantic red beats nearby and her eyes grew large, "Raphael!" she floated over to him, "God, why did you let him escape?" she asked.
"Hey any chance yah have ah candybar on yah or somethin, Ih'm starving," Eliza asked standing up and offering a hand to Doyle.
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Post by Nightshadow on Dec 2, 2005 22:42:23 GMT -5
Hannah felt herself repelled backwards from Magzie by a fresh attack from opposing forces. This made the already weakened general furious, slashing around violently, unaware of what was going on with her allies. Nevertheless, she kept up her attempts to attack Magzie.
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Post by Health on Dec 2, 2005 22:46:04 GMT -5
Magzie stopped in her tracks as a door came up between her and Hannah and a black bearded man stepped out, sniffed at Hanah and Magzie before walking away.
"Shall we continue?" Magzie asked lifting her sword again.
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Post by Nightshadow on Dec 2, 2005 22:48:17 GMT -5
((.....that was strange....LOL))
"Yes." Hannah growled, her cool demeaner slowing vanishing to be replaced by reckless anger. She struck foreward like lightning, eyes shining with violence.
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Post by Health on Dec 2, 2005 22:50:46 GMT -5
Magzie tsked and easily knocekd Hannah's blade away and stood looking a little board, "Are you going easy on me, or maybe your a little tired?" she asked looking at her nails.
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Post by Nightshadow on Dec 2, 2005 22:56:26 GMT -5
Truthfully, morphing into the dragon had not been the wisest idea, seeing as it always drained most of her energy. Not that she would let Magzie know this, of course, but the odds that she would win this battle were very slim at this point. Had she not morphed dragon, her chances were be much higher. She growled thrusting foreward another blast of lightning.
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Post by Health on Dec 2, 2005 23:00:19 GMT -5
Magzie laughed and blocked the lightening with her sword, "Listen Hannah though I do enjoy our battles. But it lloks like Apocalypse's forces are beat so I'd say that if two enemies paired together and took out Apocalypse, then maybe this place has a decent chance to survive," Magzie said thoughtfully.
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Post by Nightshadow on Dec 2, 2005 23:02:31 GMT -5
"Pair together? With you?" Hannah curled her lip coldly, loathing written all over her face. "You honestly think that WE could cooperate without killing each other for more than two minutes?"
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