Post by Namine Joy LeBeau on Sept 27, 2012 14:39:26 GMT -5
Please don't kill Wresie...Wresie was bored...
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Alastair felt down on his luck. Really down on his luck. Three crossings in the past week and three important events missed as a result of said three crossings. His girlfriend Lyann Night would probably have his head for it, but somethings can't be helped when you live with one foot in the supernatural world and one in the human world. He had made the choice years ago to stop avoiding the truth, to step up and be a man. He had joined the Network much to his mothers enjoyment and much to his own pains. He now is one of the top coordinators out there, careful calculations are what he does best, even under extreme pressure.
He lets out a sigh, his daul colored eyes lazily drifting down the road ahead of him and he can feel his senses flair, "Uh, not again." Calmly he pulls out his phone and sends Lyann a text to let her know he'll be at least a little late again, family matters. His teeth grit as he then quickly texts out a distress signal to his top ten contacts, no and not those kinda contacts, the ones he considers his friends. He knows most won't come since its coming from him, they know he can handle himself, but will still be waiting for his all clear message.
Muttering under his breath he rushes ahead, voices playing around in his head as he does. One that's gentle, one that sturdy, and one that's shakes his very being with power.
Al, Al, The gentle one whispers in his ear as he jumps onto the crossing, closing his eyes. You are alone, you will need fire power.
Mystic is right, Male and firm in their words the second voice sighs.
Of course I'm right, Nix, Mystic purrs softly before he can feel them both jump back, a powerful hand landing on his shoulder, not quite welcomed in the present world yet.
Time to brake, crush, destroy, Alastair shudders at the pure force of their words, his mind uneasy from knowing lives will be spent in a useless war, despite the fact they're only lessers. With clenched teeth he nods and opens his eyes.
Only a split second has passed since he entered the crossing, but now next to his stands a tall, powerful figure. Armored, armed with an impressive blade, and dark in appearance, they smirk, Smite them all... I shall!
Taking a steady breath Al opens his mouth in a command, knowing that the shorter the demands the more effective this summon works, "Go, crush." The words almost caught in his throat, his stomach knotting as the beginning rushes forward with a battle cry...
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Wresie is now too lazy to write more.
Good bye for now.
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Alastair felt down on his luck. Really down on his luck. Three crossings in the past week and three important events missed as a result of said three crossings. His girlfriend Lyann Night would probably have his head for it, but somethings can't be helped when you live with one foot in the supernatural world and one in the human world. He had made the choice years ago to stop avoiding the truth, to step up and be a man. He had joined the Network much to his mothers enjoyment and much to his own pains. He now is one of the top coordinators out there, careful calculations are what he does best, even under extreme pressure.
He lets out a sigh, his daul colored eyes lazily drifting down the road ahead of him and he can feel his senses flair, "Uh, not again." Calmly he pulls out his phone and sends Lyann a text to let her know he'll be at least a little late again, family matters. His teeth grit as he then quickly texts out a distress signal to his top ten contacts, no and not those kinda contacts, the ones he considers his friends. He knows most won't come since its coming from him, they know he can handle himself, but will still be waiting for his all clear message.
Muttering under his breath he rushes ahead, voices playing around in his head as he does. One that's gentle, one that sturdy, and one that's shakes his very being with power.
Al, Al, The gentle one whispers in his ear as he jumps onto the crossing, closing his eyes. You are alone, you will need fire power.
Mystic is right, Male and firm in their words the second voice sighs.
Of course I'm right, Nix, Mystic purrs softly before he can feel them both jump back, a powerful hand landing on his shoulder, not quite welcomed in the present world yet.
Time to brake, crush, destroy, Alastair shudders at the pure force of their words, his mind uneasy from knowing lives will be spent in a useless war, despite the fact they're only lessers. With clenched teeth he nods and opens his eyes.
Only a split second has passed since he entered the crossing, but now next to his stands a tall, powerful figure. Armored, armed with an impressive blade, and dark in appearance, they smirk, Smite them all... I shall!
Taking a steady breath Al opens his mouth in a command, knowing that the shorter the demands the more effective this summon works, "Go, crush." The words almost caught in his throat, his stomach knotting as the beginning rushes forward with a battle cry...
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Wresie is now too lazy to write more.
Good bye for now.
