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Post by georgiamay on Jan 17, 2014 1:43:29 GMT
(( Gabe!!!! ))
Emilianna stayed close to Nero, but turned just long enough to catch sight of the blonde-haired boy, but he seemed quite normal to her. He was a cute boy. She turned back to Nero and thought nothing of the boy- not even noticing the trench-coated man. "Keep our fingers nimble and us on our toes." She giggled softly.
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Post by Confetti on Jan 17, 2014 1:51:52 GMT
(( Yup! )) Nero smiled, trying to remember his last fight. It had been a long time ago; he tended to stay out of them after he was exiled. Gabe crept up behind them, his eyes full of curiosity. "Excuse me," he said, tapping on Emilianna's shoulder, wearing a smirk on his face as he usually did.
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Post by georgiamay on Jan 17, 2014 1:54:34 GMT
Emilianna turned around shocked, stepping back out of instinct. "Um, Hi there..." She was nervous, having never been approached by a human.
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Post by Confetti on Jan 17, 2014 1:58:57 GMT
Nero turned around, giving the boy an annoyed look for interrupting their walk.
Gabe figured he might as well cut to the chase. "I saw you blind those girls over there. Nice," he said, giving a mischievous smile. He gestured to himself, then to the man in the trench coat and fedora beside him. "I'm Gabriel, but you can call me Gabe," he said with a quick wink to Emilianna. "And this is my colleague and partner in crime, Gustov," he said, patting the man on the back. The man said nothing.
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Post by georgiamay on Jan 17, 2014 2:02:28 GMT
Emilianna was startled at the young boy's wink and her eyes were wide and very surprised. "Um, hi Gabriel." She said, refusing to use his nickname he'd given her to use. "Um...what are you.." This boy so obviously wasn't a Demon, but if he was an Angel she was damned to Hell. Well...that was fairly possible either way...
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Post by Confetti on Jan 17, 2014 2:09:11 GMT
Nero tried to control himself, but he felt the urge to punch the boy in the face.
Gabe smiled wide. "I'm an Angel, which I thought was pretty obvious," he said, gesturing to his very white apparel. "And Gregory," he said, apparently unaware that he had changed his name, gesturing to the man in the trenchcoat. "He's a... Follower of mine," he said, his smile becoming a little sickly sweet for a moment before returning to it's original sincere appearance.
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Post by georgiamay on Jan 17, 2014 2:12:24 GMT
Emilianna felt partially like he'd called her stupid. "Excuse me for not being used to Angels butting in my damn business." Emilianna wasn't sure why, but this boy got under her skin and really pissed her off. "Can we help you, or is it okay if we continue our walk?"
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Post by Confetti on Jan 17, 2014 2:19:19 GMT
Gabe frowned at their disapproval. "Well, I just wanted to let you know that you're in my territory," he explained, his kind smile slowly fading into an evil grin. Now was the evil side of him that rarely showed, ever. He looked around to make sure no one was watching, and then raised his fist into the air, glowing with dark energy as he muttered some sort of chant. Suddenly, arms popped from the ground as a few undead pulled themselves from the depths of hell. "I don't usually take too kindly to trespassers," he said, glowing with power
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Post by georgiamay on Jan 17, 2014 2:22:20 GMT
Emilianna gasped, backing off as a vision of the undead's deaths engulfed her vision. She stumbled backwards, her stomach lurching in fear. She whimpered trying not to move so she wouldn't fall into the road. Her eyes were only black pupils, completely dilated and completely afraid. "They...They're dying..." She murmured, tears falling from her eyes.
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Post by Confetti on Jan 17, 2014 2:28:24 GMT
Nero watched as Emilianna fell, then looked right at Gabe. His fist suddenly caught fire as he reached back and swung a punch at the boy's smug face.
Gabe's face didn't change expression as Gregory reached over and grabbed Nero's arm in mid punch, the fire doing nothing to his undead skin. With surprising force, Gregory thrust him away, causing Nero to tumble into one of the other undead.
"Get it off me!" Nero demanded as the undead clasped it's arms around him. He managed to force it away from him, causing the undead to stagger into the street. It gurgled aggressively as it began to approach him again, but then a speeding car slammed into the walking corpse, sending it flying about twenty feet away.
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Post by georgiamay on Jan 17, 2014 2:31:46 GMT
The undead grabbed at her legs and she scooted backwards trying to avoid them while each death ran through her mind- each more horrid than the last. She finally screamed as the full force of her images engulfed her and she began to feel their pain. Each one more distinct, more torturous than the last. She found herself laying on her side, breathing fast and shallow whispering Nero's name as she temporarily lost her mind and her physical strength.
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Post by Confetti on Jan 17, 2014 2:39:46 GMT
Nero dashed over, kicking the corpse off of her and picking her up, cradling her in his arms. He sprinted down the street, glancing over his shoulder at Gabe. He looked away quickly, figuring he'd better watch where he was going.
Gabe stared at him devilishly as he ran, not making any efforts to follow. Then he shook himself desperately, his evil side finally leaving him. He fell to his knees, watching him run. I think I blew it, he thought.
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Post by georgiamay on Jan 17, 2014 2:41:17 GMT
The farther they got away from the boy, the more sanity returned to her and the more her strength returned. "Nero..." She muttered softly, almost like a child. "What happened?"
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Post by Confetti on Jan 17, 2014 2:44:55 GMT
They had reached the park. Nero walked inside cautiously, half expecting to see the boy behind any tree. "I grabbed you and ran," he explained, finding a park bench and laying her down on it. He sat down on the concrete in front of her. Suddenly a voice sounded from near them. "I'm really sorry, I'm not usually like that," it said. Nero jumped with surprise, looking around to see who had spoken, but no one was there.
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Post by georgiamay on Jan 17, 2014 2:50:49 GMT
Emilianna shrunk away into the bench trying to get as far away from the voice as possible. She put her head between her hands, bracing for the onsalught of visions she feared would come any minute.
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