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Post by Michael Grants on Dec 29, 2009 17:59:29 GMT -5
Michael having just escaped from jade's grasp was walking back to a ship coming up. Michael chuckled at jades attempt to keep him locked up. Michael looked around he had caused some fear alright around Grand Chokmah. Michael felt a presence coming up to him though. He put his hand on his blade's handel. "Alright whos there i can tell your out there" Michael yelled as he waited for the person to come out. he was not going to be caught off gaurd that easily. He waited for the reaction. |
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Post by Jade Curtiss on Dec 29, 2009 18:23:29 GMT -5
“hum…” someone’s eyes lit up in the shadows. A man took a few steps from his place amongst the darkness. “I’m not your foe.” he stated rather plainly. “But I saw you earlier.” the red-head folded his arms and looked away into the space. “kind f a outsider….if I turned you in, I’m sure they would regencies my talents, but…these fools, would only waste my time.” he shook his head faintly.
“But it its all right to ask, who are you? And why did you attack the Malkuth guards?” he pushed his glasses up on his nose some.
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Post by Michael Grants on Dec 29, 2009 18:36:27 GMT -5
Michael turned around and took his hands off his sword handle. He looked at the man before nodding to tell him his name. "The Name is Michael Grants Son of Van Grants and those guards our idiots" Michael said rubbing the bottom of his chin before continuing."You see young sir this world is twisted ruled by what we call Yulia's score" Michael continued as he looked up to the sky and looked around before continuing. "Though the scores leaves may change the true essences of it do not" Michael explained before walking over to the area where the ocean was and looking down onto the ocean.
"IF you walk to the east you will discover great riches if that reading came true you would want to believe the next as well." Michael explained and looked towards the man. "Over the course of 2000 years Yulia has made mankind has become addicted to the score. A powerful Remody is needed to restore 2000 years of pure chaos from Yulia" Michael said and turned to the ocean.
"that is where My father's vision comes in a Replica world free of the score, but luke or that replica as my dad calls him and his friends stopped him before this vision could be relised and that is where i am taking over to make that vision come true." Michael finished off explaining to the man. |
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Post by Jade Curtiss on Dec 29, 2009 18:47:46 GMT -5
“I see….suppose I understand.” he brought a hand to his own chin. “I find your reasoning perplexing, everyone says we are free, but regardless another world….like one that floats in the sky like that version of ’Hod’ that appeared before…” he taped his chin. “what about this world? People here may be hopeless, but, douse that mean they deserve to die? At least…all of them?” he razed a brow.
“Where are you going now:? What will you do? Honestly….you have intrigued me…” he shook his head. “I’m interested in learning what you will do, and how you plain on doing so.” he stated.
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Post by Michael Grants on Dec 29, 2009 18:53:51 GMT -5
Michael chuckled a little at the man and began to speak. "They will die yet they will not" Michael explained as he looked around he thought he would contiue explain even more. "it means yes there Orignals will die but they will still live but in their replica body" Michael said with a slight smirk on his face before rubing his chin and continuing.
"As for where i am going im currently traveling this world looking for 5 god generals ones who share may cause and willing to work for me to make sure the vision is not destroyed this time by that replica and his friends" Michael explained waiting for a reply.
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Post by Jade Curtiss on Dec 30, 2009 11:33:10 GMT -5
He folded his arms hearing him over again, at moments he wasn’t so sure, everyone deserved to die? Of course what had this world ever done for him? But also wasn’t it said replications had no memory of the person they were cloned from?….
“Fine, if I choose to come with you, and become a general…as a scientist, I might need a little convincing before I make up my mind.” he smirked pushing up his glasses and walked toward him a few more steps toward Michael. “your ideals make me question the score.” he stated pushing his glasses up for the last time. “I will fallow you…until I decide?” he asked plainly.
[crap crap crappy post if I don’t do a good one soon I will shoot someone >3]
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