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Nass said:David said: Play something better plz.
Like what?
There is nothing better.Are you kidding?
Everything is better then Maple. Get out of that little 2D realm they’ve made and play some real games.
“Rebecca. The pleasure is all mine.” She bowed her head in an event of pure courtesy and divinity.
“A beautiful name for such a beautiful madam. Fitting.” Lucifer lowered his head more, hiding his face well. The less this woman had to recognize him, the less he had to worry about another of ‘Gracielo”s companions.
The dawning horse beside Rebecca neighed impatiently, and she sighed. “Very well then. It appears my horse has grown impatient, and seeing as you have something to attend to, I do believe I’ll take my leave.” Mounting on her horse, she looked down at waved gently at Lucifer and Kit, who seemed to be at a loss for words.
“Farewell, m’lady.” She rode off. Turning towards Kit, he spoke.
“Love, I must go. You seem slightly incapable of free movement and if you want your job done, I must perform it alone. If you will now excuse me.”
Kit still appeared to be quite addled by her recent encounter with the horselady. With a sigh, Lucifer leapt up to a overhanging pole and swung his feet, landing on top of it. Jumping towards the wall, he scrambled up by pushing his feet along cracked areas on the wall. Kit was a looker, there was no doubt about that, and her small stature would seem to throw Lucifer off but he was more attracted then repelled by it. Still, she was an overly-eager individual with slightly crossed psychological anomalies, almost alike odd reaction of loss of attention towards an object of focus during a critical time.
Beautiful, but clumsy. If anything, she was more attractive because of her adorable two left feet. But she was still just another one of his agents. Rebecca on the other hand..she seemed a perfectly adept combination of flair, corrosion, beauty and unwit, and she still carried and air of total loss about her, she never knew what she was supposed to do next. ‘Gracielo’ would probably enjoy her company greatly. Lucifer would have to keep a tab on that one.
Reaching the roof, he cracked his neck, and sprinted off, towards the brunt of the castle and township that lay around it. The outskirts he was currently in were boring and fairly uninformative; if he were to get any information on his suspect, he would have to inquire further towards the inside of the city. Possibly even have to breach the castle walls.
He grinned at the prospect of that challenge.
Along the wall of a back alley, a haggard man stumbled into the concrete floor of the city roads, splashing into a dirty puddle. Unable to move from alcohol poisoning, he lay there, twitching slightly, but with a smile on his face.
“Lucy..lucy..” He continued to utter this name as he lay trodden and wet on the blackened ground. Passerbys ignored his feeble attempts at speech, pertaining it to a loss of some whore wench named ‘Lucy’ and excessive drinking. A picture fell out of the man’s pocket and floated away on the puddle. It was picked up ,and the man felt a heavy pair of arms lift him out of the water and drag him away.
Complete darkness. He could not felt anything except for a stinging on his arms. They seemed to be behind him! How odd. His legs..where were they now? Ah, down by the legs of the chair.
A chair! He was siting down, yes, he felt pressure on his buttocks and was not falling, ergo, he must be sitting. Attempting to rub his eyes to remove the darkness, he found himself unable to move his arms. They were stuck behind him! How odd.
A flash of light. A small smack on his left cheek. Face, not butt. He looked up, bleary-eyed. A man with a strange ornament on his face covering his eyes, looked down upon him, frowning.
“Why do you frown, good man? It is a joyous-“
The soft metal sting of a blade whipping across the man’s face as his captor slashed him with a blade. Shaken, he drooped his head in pain.
“You don’t talk.” The captor had a velvet, creamy voice, hardened.
“I talk, you listen.”
Quang said: Lol the mushrooms in the login screen don’t look like mushrooms
Quang is a dirty, dirty boy.
Clumsy as she was, Lucifer could not fathom how Kit could possibly have run into another woman tall enough to be seen easily at Kit’s height. Snickering slightly, he walked over as Kit picked herself up and the two females exchanged apologies and sentimental greetings. The tall, pretty one spoke.
“And may I inquire who your companion is, and why he is wearing such attire on a warm day like such?”
Stepping over, he held out his hand. “Gracielo Ribbs, at your service, mam.” He took her hand and kissed it softly, then stood upright.
“Now, my ladies, if you would excuse me, I have some business to attend to. Pleasure you meet you..your name madam?” He inclined his head at the tall one.
Striding up the ladder, he met Kit on the roof as she sat on the terrace, her short hair sweeping across her soft features angelically. Although shoter then most ,she still carried a beautiful feminine figure abo-
He stopped himself. This was not something he allowed himself to pursue. Only when his final mission was complete could he enjoy life’s fruit unenterprising. Perhaps the little one would still be around when he finished. Hopefully.
Stepping beside her, he looked down at her. She looked up at him..and he stepped off the roof in freefall, hurtling towards the ground.
Lucifer grinned wide. The short one had a temper. Rubbing his chest in mock pain, he smirked.
“I just don’t want your pretty little face to get hurt, mam.” Storing the satchel of gold in his left pocket, he looked at her as she stared at him with a grin. He waited.
After a few moments, he sighed. Pointed behind her to the ladder of the drophole, he spoke.
“Exit’s that way, love. Ladies first.”
“Actually, it’s been really boring sitting in there, so I think I’m gonna come with you.”
Lucifer looked up from staring at the floor when Kit said that as she packed her parchment scrolls and tightened her pirate blouse. He then looked down again, he forgotten how short she was.
“You’re..coming with me? You think you can keep up, love?”
“Come on, brother! Let us retrieve some of the commoner’s grass make whistles!” Bergio skipped ahead merrily, down the stoned streets of Caelin. Lucifer laughed as he ran after his little brother, chasing him down the street, approaching the edge of the Mathys River. They neared the edge of the water as is softly splashed onto the stone floor. Lucifer leaned down and put his fingers in the stream, the cold water running swiftly through his fingertips. Reaching further down, he grasped as some loose rivergrass and pulled up, ripping them out of the ground of the edge. Handing a grass blade to his little brother, the two galevanted down their street again, holding the grass between their thumbs and
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The bright, orange flames sparkled, dazzling, almost beautiful. They jumped from rooftop to rooftop, victim after victim. Lucifer could barely see anything amid the lucid black smoke that covered the streets. All around him, piercing screams and rotting wood lit the air with a horrible sound. He felt a hand grab him by his arm, pulling him away.
“Lucifer, run, my boy, we must depart! Lucifer!”
The aching sound of his mother as she tripped over a passing guard..the sickening crush as her skull became lovers with the cold, stoned floor that Lucifer has lived upon all his life..
He woke up with a start, banging his head on he low overhead stone above his mat. Rubbing it with his right hand, he leapt out of bed and looked around. He was naked, his robe neatly patted down on the foot of the bed. Picking it up, he slid his left arm into the armsaye, then his right. Pulling the robe over his toned body, he fidgeted a bit. It was still a bit crusted from the dried blood near the foot of the cloth. Fleeting the hood over his head, he moved over to a empty table near his bed. Leaning down, he moved his fingers along the hardwood and found a small, metal orb. Twisting it, he activated a hidden mechanism underneath the table that opened the inner hollow table into a shelf of weapons. He slid a few throwing knifes under his robe on his back, and closed the table. Kissing his sleeping mother goodbye, he opened the sliding rock door and reentered the sewers.
Arriving outside, he took a look at the mound in the ground. The wooden slider was sealing shut. Brushing his foot against some dirt, he took off down the abandoned village street, sprinting full tilt. When the dirt of the village street slowly merged into the stone of the city road he moved to the right, leaping up to a overhead rafter of a run-down tavern. Stepping up, he pushed off the rafter onto the roof, and ran. Leaping from the roof with a quiet tap, he landing on the roof of the store next to the tavern.
He continued this motion along the roofs of the stores and buildings until he noticed more and more populous in the streets of the city, walking around quickly and muttering to themselves. Innocent victims of Bogdan’s tyrannical masquerade. Moving farther away from the streets, he leapt down from a high roof into a cover, rolling. He continued to run across the roofs until he reached a old, grey blocked building marked with tattered flags bearing the emblem of the King three generations ago. Searching along the wide roof cover, he found it: a small drophole near the corner. Walking over, his heart hammering from the long sprint, he let himself slip into the drophole.
Landing on his toes, he arrived in a dark room, the only light source arriving from the drophole and the outline of a door that led to the rest of the building. He spoke.
“Expecting me, m’dear?”
David said: Everyone needs to learn to read!with a list of their games that they play regularly
=D
I knew you guys were going to say something along those lines.
I do play Zombie Panic! regularly, as do I play Eternal Silence. But Eternal Silence, there are never any servers. =/
Mah submission <3