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Brandons smile went huge. "Starrker you are a wise man! Don't worry about Rio here. He was once a beast of the land. But he converted to the faith. He's on my side." He reconsidered his words. "Our side." Rio settled back into a crouch.

Brandons sword found his way back to the other mans face. "We are finding then non believers. They can choose convergence, or death. He still hasn't made a choice."

That's why i'm here. That's why we're here. To bring God into this place.

(( Are you a mormona IRL? Cause I totally am and that would be awesome! xD ))

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Current RP characters:
Chris = Poison type Pokemon trainer.
Stanley = Team Rocket member & Trainer of Fossils.
Brandon = Mormon captive in the Blood Bath Circa.
Mr. Scots = Super powered teacher

"Nah, man." Clarence nervously half-shouted to Starker, eyes staying on the sword fixed not three inches from his throat, "... I think this guy's got a point. Maybe you shouldn't be calling the next prophet a moron." Clarence chanced a backward step, hoping that the sword-slinger was distracted enough to allow him...

(I am LDS. G2G, will leave you with this.)

Starrker's cheriness faded when the fellow brother spoke of death. It may cost him his life, but it was worth saying. Evidently, he had a better reaction to PANiC than some of the others.

"Brother, it is not the way of God's servants to kill those who do not convert." Starrker shook his head. "We claim the privilege of worshiping Almighty God according to the dictates of our own conscience, and allow all men the same privilege, let them worship how, where, or what they may. "

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When the man had made the comment about calling the prophet a moron, Brandon snapped looking at the man. "Moroni! Not moron!" The sword found his way back to his throat. Starrker spoke up. These were words by which Brandon used to follow.

He's right... I'm not a judge of life or death.
This isn't the earthly realm where these rules apply.
But God is the same...
God has ordered you!

"Starrker I understand your point, but look at where we are at. This place is not an illusion. It is a hell hole. Why do you think we are here? To provide a way for God to get in. The voice told me himself. God isn't here. So we will bring him here. And if that means fighting like the prophets once did. Then so be it!"

Brandon instinctively slashed his sword at the man with a burst of passion. "We have been blessed by the convergence of the foulest beast of the land. That alone is our testimony Starrker! I know it sounds wrong, but we must fight!" Brandons eyes were almost as red as the blood on his blade.

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Current RP characters:
Chris = Poison type Pokemon trainer.
Stanley = Team Rocket member & Trainer of Fossils.
Brandon = Mormon captive in the Blood Bath Circa.
Mr. Scots = Super powered teacher

Clarence didn't know who to side with. If he could choose in a perfectly fair world, he would choose to side with the Starker character. However, it didn't look like Starker was going to win. Not only that, but there was no telling how crazy Starker was at the moment either; his seemingly lucid comment could merely be the product of a moment of clarity.

Running was out of the question; the monster would likely run him down. If, perhaps, the creature (the man had named it Rio or something) attacked Starker, then he might have a chance at running. But for now, he had to play it safe. A part of him was craving some sort of action, urging him to dive into the fight, but cool logic prevailed. He always had his backup plan, anyway.

"Go get the heretic, prophet!"

"That's not gonna work on me." Brandon eyed the non believer. "first of all, I'm not a prophet. Monson is a prophet. I am a messenger. Secondly: why would I fight him? He has been baptized under the same oaths as me. Even though he may not understand my reasoning. I cannot kill him.

Brandon closed up on the non believer quickly and attempted to jab him in the side. "This is not a situation to run from. I have made my offer. I'm taking this as a refusal." Rio stood up.

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Current RP characters:
Chris = Poison type Pokemon trainer.
Stanley = Team Rocket member & Trainer of Fossils.
Brandon = Mormon captive in the Blood Bath Circa.
Mr. Scots = Super powered teacher

The 'messenger' may have missed with his initial slash, but this second jab hit home, puncturing Clarence in the side. Blood spilled onto his white garment and he yelled in pain. He stumbled backwards, clutching his side. "You..." he pointed a finger accusingly at his assailant, "... you son of a bitch! You stabbed me!" He looked unbelievingly at his blood-covered hands. "I don't believe it! Just like a... Goddamned... Steven King book." He coughed; blood was on his lips.

He reached into a pocket and produced a large glob of gray-white putty. "Don't come any closer or we all blow up!"

((we should probably wait to see if anyone else intervenes before you murder me. I want to give Copagen a chance to post. I have to go anyway.))

A satisfied smile painted Marcus' face, but despite his hunger he comported himself with the utmost decorum. Sitting straight-backed on a plastic wreck of a chair, he gracefully draped his napkin over his lap... only to realise that he was bereft of cutlery. It simply would not do to use his hands! A furtive search of the premises yielded nothing. For a brief minute Marcus was absolutely beside himself, but he regained his composure with a few deep breathing exercises. He may have had a little moment, but couldn't quite remember.

A quick survey of his surroundings confirmed his suspicions however, the interior of the restaurant was quite destroyed... his dinner was nowhere to be seen. Definitely a little moment then. Marcus sighed, uncivilised actions like that were a constant source of frustration, especially when he was the perpetrator. It took a couple of moments fumbling with his groggy memory before he realised his objective here. The kitchen, without further ado he entered a tiny, rotten vestibule at the rear of his restaurant, he was holding out hope that The Voice would contact him again, but it was sheer folly to assume consistency on the part of a madman. After shopping around somewhat Marcus eventually settled on a savage-looking meat cleaver, the weight felt… reassuring in his hand. Yes, this would do nicely.

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It remains that, from these same principles, I now demonstrate the frame of the System of the World.

--NEWTON
Principia Mathematica

Braxton sat up in his cage and looked around well this is a wonderful way to broaden my horizons he thought to himself as he stood up and walked out his work had taught him to be analytcal of things and he didn't like what he saw he sniffed the air peaches he thought to himself with a hint of oyster but it was fading away and he continued on down the streethe remembered his days as an intern to a loan officer at a prominent bank how he had enjoyed destroying the dreams of those less fortunate eventually rising enogh to take his former bosses position oh how it felt to have that power deciding a persons fate but now he was reversed he was at someone elses power he would change that he heard a commotion in a nearby building and went to investigate he found a bunch of men one of whom was being attacked he grabbed a board that was laying on the ground and thought well this is fun before charging in and smashing his makeshift club over the back of the man with the knifes head and standing next to the bleeding man"well friend this seems like a predicament may i ask what that is in your hand"Braxton said calmly

(( Wait, did you just hit Brandon in the head? Because if thats the case, I doubt you would have ran between 3 men unseen to deliver a blow to a bloody man with a sword. Especcially with a freakishly huge devil tiger behind him. If thats what you intended to do with the post I'd reconsider. ))

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Current RP characters:
Chris = Poison type Pokemon trainer.
Stanley = Team Rocket member & Trainer of Fossils.
Brandon = Mormon captive in the Blood Bath Circa.
Mr. Scots = Super powered teacher