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Date Posted: 14:00:53 03/10/03 Mon
In reply to:
Tiani
's message, "Tag" on 12:48:28 03/10/03 Mon
" Kyuuyaku? " he whisperes softly.
He felt the comming of the sword, but yet he was now puzzled, his brow knitting together for a brief moment, even as the eyes simply ceased to exist, Vain retreating to his essence to consult..
I have no memory of Kyuuyaku no Ayame, yet...
Nor do I, yet the damned one mentioned a sword that would make us perfect with our own ....
A paradox, Holy and Unholy. This, despite its prowness..and that strange ring, is beneath us at the moment..
Vain's muscles spasmed, each one producing energy that it would seem the young body would combust into his own funeral pyre, a brief image of a struggling boy seen for a brief instant before it fell to darkness.
We shall depart then, We are not ready.
We must act with haste, this child resists!
The statement was said as the long bangs of hair, like nightshade silk, slowly raised itself proudly toward the heavens, hightlights of metallic gold infusing itself with the hair as he called upon the powers of a Super Saiya-Jin, then just as sudden, it departed, leaving each muscle screaming for rest...
There, he is subdued once more. Strange he could fight...we must watch this Kiasin.
The ember eyes returned, seeming to have formed in the nothiness of his eye sockets. regarding the three with a mocking smile etched upon his lips, as he made a dash for the stairs, two strides taking the whole flight as he leapt out of a window, head first, and plunged back to the forest...
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He sighed...
That's all I do ever more..sigh..I sigh..damnit.
Though she probably didn't sense his presence, he was there..always near her...so beautiful....her hair like a banner that seemed to lighten his spirits, incite his courage, to remember a man who was noble in ideals...but not in actions.
Already Ceallac is gone, forever shall he be erased from memory, a lost soul to remember his foul deeds...but h e did find redemption..something...I have not done. And Shirow is dead as well....yet his son..does not deserve this...the boy deserves so much more.
He lamented it all, the loss..the sacirfice. He wanted to do it..but what more did he have? Oblivion he had already tasted, and it sent a steady stream of terror in his heart to think...to think..that...
He shook his head, he was a knight...what happened to him..mattered not at all....
He kissed her cheek, His beautiful goddess and lover, caresses her worrisome forehead, even as he flew off, toward the center of the world, where Vain was forged...and he grabbed the hammer, Looking at it , thinking of what he was risking...what he would have to do....he smiled somewhat, and flew off, hoping to find the Father...
Hoping to ask a favor.
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