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Post by auros on Aug 3, 2006 13:16:16 GMT -5
He had no fear to walk the streets where he breathern were commonly found. He had no fear not to use a mask when mere humans slunk away. And he had no fear that a black feather would fall and he would come face to face with two cold-set golden eyes and hear a trigger ting it's final note of his death. He had nothing to fear in London.
Auros spent what seemed to be his entire "human-aged life" of 18 running and scouting, trying to hide, no, run, from a certain Angel with twisted feathers and an unpure mind. Not really Auros's fault that his family got in the way of his attack. Not his fault they were medics. Not his fault they got in HIS way. Auros brushed it aside and walked casually on, down the streets, where demons outnumbered the humans, and humans cowered in the alleys, much like demons had to do in other areas of Earth.
Earth. Was a tasteless name for this ball of dirt that hurtled to and fro around a ball of gas. What a name for a rock that carried almost twice it's weight in humans. Carried humans, for humans couldn't do ANYTHING on thier own. Disgraceful, dispicable. Disgusting. Those were Auros's faults as he walked onward, enjoying the sun, hidden behind the smog filled clouds, and the slight breeze, bring in the stench of what was, he believed, oil, from a factory maybe 50 miles off. What a day.
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Post by event on Aug 7, 2006 15:27:57 GMT -5
The people around london seemed gloomy and unattentive. Everyone seemed to be too busy to pay attention to the needy yet that was the way of life. As people walked on , two men dressed in black were following Auros. They were dressed sharply and ready for action. They looked at eachother and kept following Auros. They were the dead hunters... The Demon Waste Chute, they were Demon hunters.
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Post by auros on Aug 8, 2006 13:25:38 GMT -5
Auros walked on, slowly as the crowd seemed to thicken. His sniffed the air and puzzled. An unusual amount of human flitted past his nose, which was unusual, even in this crowded part. He slanted his eyes to the left and right, scanning the crowd. No one suspicious. Auros looked up, scanning the rooftops, for enemies were always above. Seeing nothing but the casual crow, his disregarded his unease and pushed past a few peasents on thier way to stores. All were a nusciance to him.
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Post by event on Aug 8, 2006 13:32:04 GMT -5
The hunter's continued forward after Auros. They werent there to send him back to hell but to talk about somthing that had to get Auros's attention, but as far as Auros would know, they were after him. The hunter's continued in their usual stride with strength and power put infront of them with a gust of uniqueness about them. One of the hunters looked at the cement, sunglasses covering his real eyesight where he was stareing.
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Post by auros on Aug 13, 2006 18:55:12 GMT -5
Auros finally stopped, out of pure instinct, and hearing other muffled footsteps stop too, he turned and faced his followers. He let them follow this far, now they had to tell him what they needed. He spaced his feet apart and stood his ground, defiant in that. Even in the middle of the busy street, with innocents all around, he wasn't afraid to harm a few dozen. Auros crossed his arms over his chest and tilted his head slightly, the breeze blowing his silvery hair gently in his face.
"If you're looking for...something...ask and I'll tell. But please, stalking is very immature and not very professional."
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Post by event on Sept 18, 2006 12:10:48 GMT -5
The Hunters looked at eachother than to the demon. They both jumped up into the air, behind the demon, attempted to hit the demon in the back with a Batton. It was solid brick heavy. Almost like a polices night stick. They almost moved together synchronized. Not many hunters could move like that. Come to think about it, no hunter could ever do that.
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Post by auros on Sept 23, 2006 13:08:16 GMT -5
Auros blinked and they were gone. Strange...
THUNK!
Auros hit the ground with a thud. How did they get behind him so fast...? Auros jumped up and swirled around. Already the streets were clearing of mortals. Auros bit his lip and cracked his knuckles.
"So..." He mumbled, "You want to play rough? Well then, bring it on!" Auros motioned with one hand, and then crossed his arms over his chest. Let them make the first move.
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Post by event on Oct 5, 2006 19:55:03 GMT -5
The two of the Supposed hunters looked at eachother than Auros and luaghed , trying to intimidate Auros. They both seemed to move like eachother's shadows. This was no human. This was an Demon...The power which he possesed was the powerlock of air, he had the ability to copy his image, force, strength and momentum , a few centimeters away from him self, to make it look as if there were two when there was only really one... The trouble with this is you never know which one is the real and what one is the fake. The demon made its move, it attempted to kick the man in the chest.
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Post by auros on Nov 7, 2006 10:56:16 GMT -5
Auros backstepped, but not quick enough. A leather boot grazed his chest lightly, but the impact sent him flying back a yard or so.
Auros growled and clenched his fist together. He sprung forward, laying his fist into what he thought was the hunter, with the exception his arm slipped right through.
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Post by event on Nov 7, 2006 15:44:28 GMT -5
The real demon came over , rolled behind him without a seconds hesitation, he moved faster than raindrops with high precipitation. He was like a thunderbolt. But he knew that the other demon would catch on soon of the Demon Hunters real identity. He attempted to slam his fist into Auros's back. But the only thing was the Hunter's fake, had a hole in him , where Auros had punched while the other one did not.
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Post by auros on Nov 10, 2006 18:05:00 GMT -5
Auros's crimson eyes widened, the pupils turning to slits.
A FAKE?!?!! He thought, spinning on his heel and glaring, How could I, the demon be outsmarted by this?!
Auros growled and looked around. The only think that he could use would be a mailbox or a fire hydrate. He sighed. Mailbox would have to do.
Summoning a bit of strength, Auros concentrated all his mind on the mailbox. Come...HERE! The mailbox wriggled and started to be lifted out of the concrete sidewalk, craking it all the while.
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Post by event on Nov 10, 2006 20:10:35 GMT -5
The Demons stared at eachother then at Auros, they all of a sudden jumped up , both landing on opposite side's of Auros. The demon out stretched his lengthy arm attempting to grab his opponet .
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Post by auros on Nov 12, 2006 0:27:10 GMT -5
The area around the mailbox blacked out, since all of Auros's energy was concentrated on it. It was almost wedged out of the ground when he felt a small tap on the shoulder. Auros turned, instinctively, only to come face to face with the hunter. A crack resonated around the empty street and then a whirling. When Auros looked forward, a mailbox was hurtling in his and the hunters' direction. What else could he do to avoid it but duck?[dice=20][rand=432187615173505616608564650188886168495724094245501944954553775]
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Post by The Past on Nov 12, 2006 7:50:41 GMT -5
((OOC: posting for Event)) The demon avoided the mailbox, jumping hastly away from it with a sly grin...he looked around then stood ground gathering strength. He stood, soaking up the scenery and his energy. The day was getting old, and the climate kept having wierd bursts of changes all of a sudden. He clenched his fist tightly. Pulling his arm back he thrusted it at the enemy's face.[dice=20][rand=496616975067339042750942392818981327453000997775287308873277238485]
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Post by auros on Nov 12, 2006 13:58:49 GMT -5
Auros felt the punch collide and fell on the concrete with a thunk, his head hitting the ground before his behind did. Why didn't he just give up and let them take him?
But he couldn't just give up that easily. Auros jumped up thrust himself forward, just to knock his enemy off balance.
[dice=20][rand=37124510285811549207655135560196147815772955340047440411120195977]
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