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Post by Jezzira on Jun 24, 2008 14:24:22 GMT -5
"Man, whats that kids name!" he asked his brows narrowed, he knew the other person, they were related, he thought... He pondered a moment later before completing giving up on trying to remember the name of his OWN SON, Kuro.
He ran his hand over his face a couple of times. sitting up straight for a moment and stretching. The man looked like sin, kind of like he'd been drinking, and sleeping on glass for a while now, and he hadn't cleaned himself up in at least a couple of days. His eyes were bleary and glazed over, empty almost, but still Dakken took the drink in hand and downed it. It was as though he'd reverted back to times from before he'd been the vice president, Before he'd had any responsibility outside fighting.
"And so ye have, what have ya gotta say for yourself then Omega?"
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Post by Nikki on Jun 25, 2008 17:23:21 GMT -5
"Well, first off... Ever heard of the Nightshade Clan?" He asked bluntly. He knew what this meant, stating such a name.
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Post by Jezzira on Jun 26, 2008 4:45:12 GMT -5
"Uhm, well... Yes." Dakken responded, eyes bearing down upon the lad before him. He was going too need a lot more to drink before he wanted to hear any of this, and yet he stayed seated. The expression on his face gone from jovial and drunk to, a mix of, I don't want to hear this, get me out of here, and I can't leave without knowing everything.
He stared down at his massive hand flicking his ring finger nail against his thumb nail.
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Post by Nikki on Jul 4, 2008 18:40:08 GMT -5
Omega sighed. "I'm... In the clan. Or rather, I was." He chuckled. "Things began to get real. I ended up meeting up with Foxflare. Hadn't seen her in years. Turns out she was busting in to take care of some things she didn't agree with."
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Post by Jezzira on Jul 5, 2008 4:19:59 GMT -5
Dakken winced at the name Foxflare, and turned his head away as though he was debating getting up and leaving just then, he so desperatly did not want to fight anymore, and he could see where this was going.
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Post by Nikki on Jul 5, 2008 19:26:25 GMT -5
He observed Dakken. noting his state. He pondered if he should change the subject or not. "She ended up alerting everyone in the complex. I had helped her escape, thus becoming a wanted traitor to them. She got hurt pretty bad, so I had to carry." He clenched his fists. "They ended up catching us in the forest that surrounds the place. She used her power to get me out of there, but she..." He shook his head, growing rather angry. "She couldn't get out herself."
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Post by Jezzira on Jul 7, 2008 4:42:52 GMT -5
Dakken slammed his fist down against the table giving it a new crater nearly breaking through the poor thing, as much as he didn't want to fight the man was rich with raw strength and rage. Splinters stuck into his massive and calloused hands. Unconciously the man flared out his wings knocking things off the wall and splintering a post near them. His wings were massive as they'd always been, as just the same made out of a rock like material. so no wood stuck too them. A hundred emotions flashed across his face most of them akin to fury and hate.
It was almost as though, there was still a hint of the Dakken from before the time of Neotokyo, Dakken from a time when Voltaire grew restless, The massive murder machine still existed beneath the drunken exterior...
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Post by Nikki on Jul 10, 2008 20:29:43 GMT -5
Omega simply looked away. He hadn't want to do this, but with Neo Tokyo, or rather, Grandseal, in the state it was in, he lacked the power he used to have. Before, he could have done it himself. Not these days, however. He needed the help, and he knew, no matter the dangers, he needed someone with real power. Omega was powerful, but Dakken was more so. He knew that Dakken wouldn't be enough. The Nightshade Clan was a fearsome opponent, and since they were able to keep most of their technology from the other realm, they had more power than most could offer here and since he no longer had the power of the Blood Draw and Soul Release he'd need all the extra help he could get. "Relax there, big guy. I'm not asking you to help me," he lied, trying to indirectly convince him to join, "I just wanted to tell someone who's close to my father that I'm planning on breaking in there. I may not make it back, and if I don't, I need someone to inform him." He smiled slightly. "Could you do that? I mean, I suppose it'd be official business for the crown, as, it would seem I am a part of."
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Post by Jezzira on Jul 10, 2008 22:23:03 GMT -5
Dakken stared down at the newly damaged table.
Foxflare... Foxflare... Foxflare...
The name kept repeating in his head, the sinking feeling of losing the last woman he ever loved, burying deep into his soul. His face was disturbingly blank as he watched the table, and his own hand. His wings still sitting out in a massive display. The mother of his last two children. Sakura, Malachi... The memories were still fresh in his head. He swallowed hard, why had she gotten involved. His ears became deaf to the questions Omega had asked, and he gave no reply. Was he too lift his sword once again? To cleave heads and bathe in the pools of the dead.
The crimson rivers would run freely once more, could he stop it this time? Would the tainted scars of battle ruin this land as it had many others.
My wife... My children... Isn't that what all men fight for?
Dakken pulled the splinters out of his hand, "that's my wife." was all he had to say, was all her could say. His hand slipped down to the hilt of his sword, fear, misery, fury, bloodlust, hate... running through his rough features.
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Post by Nikki on Jul 10, 2008 23:11:31 GMT -5
Omega cocked a brow. His job was done here. "You know... After you died, she practically disappeared off the face of the Earth... I thought we had left her our home realm until recently." He shook his head an ordered another seven rounds. "Those are for you, buddy. I have to get going myself. Gotta get prepared and such." He rose to his feet. "It was nice talking to you, Dakken. Take care of yourself." He turned his back and began to walk for the entrance.
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Post by Jezzira on Jul 10, 2008 23:25:23 GMT -5
Dakken stared at the table, "I'm going to need some things if I'm going in." He said pulling out an envelope, "Take these too the blacksmith, the best you can find. If he gives you trouble, tell him I'll have his head without question." He stood up holding the envelope out toward Omega in a huge rough hand.
He paused, "Have them delivered to your father. We're not going in without his knowing. This is not for the crown this is personal, and as a personal issue you ought to let your family know."
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Post by Nikki on Jul 11, 2008 19:36:08 GMT -5
He turned to face the demon with a look of displeasure on his face. "Haven't spoken to the old man in some time. We had a minor... Disagreement when I joined up with the clan. The only thing I feel obliged to do is have someone inform him of my death. More than what I could say about himself." He took the envelope, without questioning his sudden choice in accompanying him. "What's in this?"
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Post by Jezzira on Jul 12, 2008 19:27:29 GMT -5
"Patterns and specifications for garb. I'm not going to fight a war of old, in day to day clothes, I have more honor and smarts than that. The specifications must be followed directly, no short cuts, no nothing." Dakken looked over at Omega, "As much as you may disagree, there are very few things I regret in my life. My lack of devotion to my families is one."
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Post by Nikki on Jul 13, 2008 4:04:27 GMT -5
His mind wandered at the thought of family. Lady... Kmoko... It did him well not to think of the two. He became distant when the power of the two legendary swords of Grandeal corrupt his soul. He neglected the two in search of trying to find someone, or something, that could topple him in power. It was a power that could corrupt even the most innocent. It wasn't an evil power, however, it took a truly strong to fight the corrupting power. He would often find himself alone, thinking of the past. Wondering if they made it to this world with him or he left them in the home realm.
He waved the envelope as he turned his back, walking to the entrance. "You're lucky, buddy. I have some pretty damn good connections in most of the cities and towns in the kingdom." His arm dropped into his white robes as he exited the building. ... And I've needed them ever since I lost the swords.
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Post by Jezzira on Jul 13, 2008 4:19:30 GMT -5
(Awww, His wife and child <3 man this is going to get everyone involved.)
Dakken sat down, he would polish off the drinks and then return to his hiding place to prepare himself for the coming days. He feared what would become of Grandseal. What would become of her waring deizens, of himself, his family, everyones sons, daughters, wifes, husbands, mothers, fathers... War left a bitter taste in his mouth, and the ale he drank couldn't seem to wash it down.
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