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Post by Nikki on Apr 25, 2008 0:24:24 GMT -5
Omega huffed heavily, running through the forest with his injured sister on his back. Why was he doing this? He had no reason to. They were enemies, why was he betraying his own clan for her? Thoughts raced in his head. He could hear many voices behind him. He also knew they were surrounded by the SHINOBI Units. His legs buckled, but he kept forcing himself to go. He wouldn't be able to run much longer, and when he couldn't, they'll have them for sure. He knew this well. His suit (Think Reno from FFVII), was torn and tattered. Both from the wilderness and from his recent battles. His knees buckled again and he fell hard on the ground. Within seconds, they were surrounded, guns and other various weapons were aimed at the two.
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Post by Jezzira on Apr 27, 2008 14:56:56 GMT -5
His vision was coming back to him now, how many hours had it been. He glanced over to the unlabeled bottle in his hands. Oh, the woes of being Dakken. The Gargantuan winged man sat up giving a colossal yawn , pushing his arms high above his head. Life in the city as per usual, didn't bear the man any strain, and it showed in his carefree use of intoxicating substances, but it had always been that way with him. He ran a massive hand through his long silver hair before pulling himself to his feet and standing up to his full 10'4". He pressed his wings or ore out to the sides before pulling them back to sit comfortably behind him. Carefully he scoured the room for his shirt, but in lieu of being lazy, he never came up with it. What did it matter anyways, no one would say anything about the way he comported himself. His sword however was an entirely different matter and he did not leave a place without it by his side, which lead him about the room in a bit of a search, which took him several minutes.
Collected and awake he headed for the door.
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Post by Nikki on Apr 28, 2008 20:36:02 GMT -5
Much commotion could be heard outside. Bustling merchants, busy workers, the clang of metal, the clank of armour. Everyday sounds these days, what with the war. A man in a heavy cloak, despite the hot sunlight, was leaning against the wall, next to the door. A fox-like tail hung out from underneath. He almost seemed oblivious to the commotion around him.
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Post by Jezzira on Apr 28, 2008 20:41:35 GMT -5
Dakken leaned over shuffling out of the now opened door. He would fight if they asked him too but for the most part he tried to stay out of sight it would take several tailors and many fine blacksmiths to ready him armour and dress to his requirements to fight in such an aged time. in the meantime however, he was slovenly drunk, and seemed to be enjoying growing a beard, which like his hair was silver. Also like his hair he managed to grow a beard that was long and coarse instead of bushy.
His eyelids recoiled in the sunlight to protect his bloodshot eyes, as he advanced into life.
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Post by Nikki on May 2, 2008 21:42:19 GMT -5
The man remained still as the massive demon passed him. He smiled softly. "Hello Dakken." He shifted his tail from view, as it would have been a dead giveaway. Leaving his comforted stance he stood tall, without once looking at the demon. "I heard some rumors that there was a giant demon around lately so I just had to see it for myself."
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Post by Jezzira on May 2, 2008 21:57:46 GMT -5
Dakken cocked a brow his hand tightening around the hilt of his massive blade, "They're just rumours don't you know?" He cracked a smile, though his eye were still wary, he didn't particularly want to be bothered. He just wanted to eat drink and be merry, but given his size it wouldn't be long till they came to him for aid, but this soon? He wasn't ready to say yes.
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Post by Nikki on May 2, 2008 22:12:33 GMT -5
How big is Dakken's sword? Like, Zweihander massive or even big to him?))
The man took notice of his uneasiness and chuckled lightly. "It seems as though it's a bit more than just a rumour, now doesn't it?" He shook his head lightly. "Besides, I'd figure you'd be happy to hear a familiar voice..."
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Post by Jezzira on May 2, 2008 22:14:58 GMT -5
((Like a two hander to him, so Big even to him that shit has got reach.))
"My memory is shot, you should know that if you know me." he gave a short laugh scoffing slightly at the creature before him, "You got a name kid?" He asked a sneer playing on his features, he didn't like to be mocked. He'd become very bitter in his hiding from fighting.
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Post by Nikki on May 2, 2008 22:22:33 GMT -5
"Ahh, yes. A poor choice for a Vice President." He joked, pushing his white hood back revealing a rather young looking man. His brilliantly red hair shone in the hot summer heat. Though aged a bit, his face resembled that of Omega, the son of the newly restored Prince of Grandseal. He looked up at the demon and smiled softly as him, though his eyes were that of a killer. Much had happened to Omega in the time that Dakken was dead. Even his voice was cold these days. "It's Omega. Surely you can remember me."
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Post by Jezzira on May 2, 2008 22:26:09 GMT -5
"Oh, runt... Yea I remember you... mostly." he said laughing slightly. He ran a hand through his long silver hair pushing out one wing as though stretching it.
He paused a moment looking down at Omega, "What do you want with me I work only for the Prince of Grandseal, and only on favours, I'm no statesmen anymore."
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Post by Nikki on May 2, 2008 22:30:58 GMT -5
He gave a cold laugh at Dakken. "It's been many years since I've seen you, Dakken. I have lots I wish to tell you." He looked away from him. "Especially about... Certain people." He turned his back to him this time, only slightly glancing back. "Come, drinks are on me."
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Post by Jezzira on May 4, 2008 22:37:09 GMT -5
"Well, if you put it that way, then alright." The large man said raising a brow unsure of how much he wanted to hear of the 'lots to tell' Omega had for him. What happened to people then, happened then, this was now. Why did his past interactions alwys come and bite him in the ass?
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Post by Nikki on Jun 24, 2008 4:35:10 GMT -5
Later, at the pub, Omega ordered a round of their strongest. He lounged back in his usual way, a way that hasn't changed. He had a small smile. "So this is where you've been hiding yourself. It took some time to track you down, mind you, after I heard of an ever-growing demon, I came to ponder how many of them there could actually be."
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Post by Jezzira on Jun 24, 2008 4:41:33 GMT -5
Dakken chuckled loudly, "I did an okay job then for being as tall as I am. I just don't care for the fighting anymore, I've done it so many times... been the rook in so many stupid wars..." he continued on for a couple of moments, still quite obviously drunk from the night before, but when was he ever not drunk?
He sat foreward elbows on the Table, "Well, there's two... I think... Me... and uh...he's tall.... got blonde hair... wings... kinda like mine..." Dakken slurred out, obviously solitary confinement was taking its toll.
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Post by Nikki on Jun 24, 2008 4:55:05 GMT -5
Omega cocked a brow, both at the amusement coming from the drunken giant and the possibility of yet another gargantuan demon just like Dakken. He tried to imagine what a fight between the two would look like and chuckled. "Hahaha, rest easy buddy. I'm not here to ask you to fight. I just came to converse. I mean, I've... Changed over the time you and my father were dead."
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