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STATUS: When you see a sock on the doorknob, the only civilized way to react is to kick the door down, declaring loudly that," Player Three has entered the game!" 9 yrs ago
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When you see a sock on the doorknob, the only civilized way to react is to kick the door down, declaring loudly that," Player Three has entered the game!"
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I think it is about it. I will cover up the rest of the introductions and details needed in my first post. Should be able to have it up tomorrow....
You are a very violent woman.... I like it *evil grin*
Updated...
Sorry for the short post...
Name:
Noe Sipstrassi
Age:
Unknown
Weapons:
Two blades, made of Wishing Stones which never dull, break, and slip in and out of enemies easily. Concealed in a single scabbard across his back.
Mephistos raised an eyebrow, licking his lips as he kept staring down at the paper," My sinful taste is a lot more sublime and subtle than you are used to, my dear. You have spent too much time with Dagon, whose idea of subtlety reminds one of a charging bull..." No that wasn't very good, he thought, scowling. It had come to his head because he was reading an article over several Spaniards being killed by a rushing rushing bull in one of their festivals. The face that he made was one of disappointment in himself, having thought that he was capable of much more wit than that.
"I'll pass on the cheerleaders, though I thank you, love," He looked up finally, meticulously folding the newspaper and placing it on the nearby table," Too young, far too little lubrication," He stood, his face still scrunched up like he had smelled garbage, instantly changing when she came closer, causing that small smile to touch his lips as her scent filled his senses.
"I am disappointed in you, My dear Ash," He said with a smile, moving over to the door, closer to their newest arrival," You know I never squirm, even if uncomfortable. All I have to think of is... what was it? Drowning puppies and raping cheerleaders to Tchaikovsky and I will be fine. You know how fertile my imagination is when it comes to my hobbies," He tsked at her, eyes flickering around," I do believe we are short one of our number. Where is that cursed Demetrius?" He said, thinking aloud.
"I'll pass on the cheerleaders, though I thank you, love," He looked up finally, meticulously folding the newspaper and placing it on the nearby table," Too young, far too little lubrication," He stood, his face still scrunched up like he had smelled garbage, instantly changing when she came closer, causing that small smile to touch his lips as her scent filled his senses.
"I am disappointed in you, My dear Ash," He said with a smile, moving over to the door, closer to their newest arrival," You know I never squirm, even if uncomfortable. All I have to think of is... what was it? Drowning puppies and raping cheerleaders to Tchaikovsky and I will be fine. You know how fertile my imagination is when it comes to my hobbies," He tsked at her, eyes flickering around," I do believe we are short one of our number. Where is that cursed Demetrius?" He said, thinking aloud.
The car drove outside of the city, which Yuanjia thought was most comforting. No man in his right mind, holding the power that the Don held would retain a permanent residence inside a city. He was glad that the Don was a man of intelligence when it came to security, even if it was most obvious and demanding.
He found that the man had taste as well. The gates were made of iron, delicately carved and yet still appeared rustic, even classic. The gardens were most pleasing to the eye, if only superficially, and the buildings around inside held the same classic make to them, managing to look expensive and meld into the countryside around them beautifully. It looked like this mansion had been here since the beginning of time, touched by time, it seemed, only to make it more beautiful with every passing year.
His own father's mansion was nicer, more appealing and less space wasted, traditional Chinese house, but much larger, more spacious, but this Gaijin could not be faulted for his lack of taste, the Deputy had to admit that.
They finally arrived at the house, where they circled around a large fountain, with Cherubim had water spouting from his mouth. Yuanjia stepped out of the car, pausing to stare, trying to understand this. He knew from his studies that he Cherubim were part of Christian Lore, Angels or helpers of their Three-Headed God. Why a God so almighty would need helpers or messengers confused Yuanjia, but Western religion was odd and beautiful in it's own way. However, the thought of these 'angels' spitting into a pool of water made Yuanjia's more sanitary cringe.
Two security men, huge, hulking apes, stepped out of the main door, dressed in suits that pressed at their huge bodies in a distasteful manner. Another sign of the small mind games that the Don tried to play to make his guests feel inferior to his presence. Yuanjia frowned but, straightening his blazer, he stepped forward.
"We are here to see the Don DeMarco. Our presence here has been announced, I believe."
"You weapons please," The man said, cutting straight to business. Yuanjia handed him his cane and, as the man's hand was extended, his hat too.
"Be so kind as to keep those for me. Oh, and that staff is from the Ming Dynasty, older than this wretched country. If there happens to be so much as a scratch on it, I do not care about business, I will torture you for five days and nights and execute you. Am I clear, oaf?" Yuanjia smiled brightly, off-putting the large man. The second guard stepped forward, looking at the fierce-looking Triad who was obviously armed.
"And his weapons?"
"Oh, he is to stay outside, where all dogs should remain," Yuanjia gave the man a pointed glare which made his own face go red. But he nodded, mastering his anger at the insult and indicated towards the door.
"This way."
He found that the man had taste as well. The gates were made of iron, delicately carved and yet still appeared rustic, even classic. The gardens were most pleasing to the eye, if only superficially, and the buildings around inside held the same classic make to them, managing to look expensive and meld into the countryside around them beautifully. It looked like this mansion had been here since the beginning of time, touched by time, it seemed, only to make it more beautiful with every passing year.
His own father's mansion was nicer, more appealing and less space wasted, traditional Chinese house, but much larger, more spacious, but this Gaijin could not be faulted for his lack of taste, the Deputy had to admit that.
They finally arrived at the house, where they circled around a large fountain, with Cherubim had water spouting from his mouth. Yuanjia stepped out of the car, pausing to stare, trying to understand this. He knew from his studies that he Cherubim were part of Christian Lore, Angels or helpers of their Three-Headed God. Why a God so almighty would need helpers or messengers confused Yuanjia, but Western religion was odd and beautiful in it's own way. However, the thought of these 'angels' spitting into a pool of water made Yuanjia's more sanitary cringe.
Two security men, huge, hulking apes, stepped out of the main door, dressed in suits that pressed at their huge bodies in a distasteful manner. Another sign of the small mind games that the Don tried to play to make his guests feel inferior to his presence. Yuanjia frowned but, straightening his blazer, he stepped forward.
"We are here to see the Don DeMarco. Our presence here has been announced, I believe."
"You weapons please," The man said, cutting straight to business. Yuanjia handed him his cane and, as the man's hand was extended, his hat too.
"Be so kind as to keep those for me. Oh, and that staff is from the Ming Dynasty, older than this wretched country. If there happens to be so much as a scratch on it, I do not care about business, I will torture you for five days and nights and execute you. Am I clear, oaf?" Yuanjia smiled brightly, off-putting the large man. The second guard stepped forward, looking at the fierce-looking Triad who was obviously armed.
"And his weapons?"
"Oh, he is to stay outside, where all dogs should remain," Yuanjia gave the man a pointed glare which made his own face go red. But he nodded, mastering his anger at the insult and indicated towards the door.
"This way."
*chuckles* I know the feeling... I watched both with my two sisters...
It is made to be exaggerated all over. I liked it, but it obviously isn't everyone's type...
Ah, okay... Very nice then!
On another note, I just watched the most recent Gladiator movie, Pompeii.... it sucks, don't watch it...
On another note, I just watched the most recent Gladiator movie, Pompeii.... it sucks, don't watch it...
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