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Post by hermes on Oct 29, 2009 3:34:19 GMT -5
A dark, cloaked figure stood on an open plain. Green grass, barely to the level of your ankle, surrounded him. The land wasn't completely flat, with gentle, rolling slopes. Nothing that could really be considered a hill, but it certainly lent the area a little more character. The cloaked figure looked around, covered in dark black, a scythe appeared in his hands.
The shaft was dark black, suddenly flaring into a wide blade, with surprising thickness, and fully four feet long. The black blade had red edges, and serrated spikes covered to top portion of the blade, slightly curving back towards the shaft.
The cloaked figure pointed a finger at the sky, crackling black energy gathering around it, tinted slightly with ultraviolet rays. The finger pointed at the sky, letting off a shrill streak as the thin beam was released.
"Nothing is sacred, that is the truth of this world. You dogma, is false." The figure said, as the beam exploded into several smaller beams, spreading across the world, radiating pure evil energy.
The figure knew Zebedee wouldn't be able to resist the call.
"Lee Tupper," He said, "Come and know thyself." The cloaked figuring started laughing, with a slight hestarical edge to its voice.
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Post by Tout-Perd on Nov 1, 2009 20:33:33 GMT -5
"I don't particularly care for that name..." A voice growled from behind the cloaked one. A few green sparks drifted to the ground, although there was no other sign of a presence.
"In fact, the only one I really let slide on that one is Sly, typically." More green sparks, to the left. Farther out this time.
"But when you go and cackle like that?" From directly above... The sparks fell harmlessly, any that found exposed skin merely tingling instead of burning.
"Well, it makes me think that I really need to be more direct about correcting you." Zebedee Taylor came up over the crest of the nearest heel, walking with a casual slouch. His jacket and braid fluttered wildly in the wind, seemingly moving opposite to the prevailing breeze. He was unarmed, his hands in his pockets, but his eyes had a gleam in them. He seemed not to be expecting a peaceful encounter.
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Post by hermes on Nov 1, 2009 22:42:51 GMT -5
"Well, if you don't like the name," The cloaked man said, reaching up to his hood, "You wont mind if I use it." The Hood fell, and Lee Tupper stared hard at Zebedee Taylor.
"You're the reason I exist, and I do not appericiate it." He growled, "Every moment of my life, dedicated to throwing you down. Born for that god forsaken purpose!" Wild eye's tore into Zebedee.
"So what are you going to do!? Eh?" Lee said, "How will you react to this? How will you react to this tainted copy of yourself, Lee, what will you do?"
He held the scythe up, evil black energies gathering around it.
Lee scowled, "You are me, I am you, hehehe, crazy isn't it?" There was a sharp discharge of energy, and the mark of Cain appeared on his forehead.
He started singing, "For every reaction, and equal and opposite reaction," He sung in a warbling wait, "Your so good, you prompted a reaction from the Hellplains." Lee chuckled.
His face suddenly darkened into an evil, intense scowl. "Good for you."
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