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Post by †Arisen† on Dec 6, 2007 18:23:10 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]"Well, theres that a rumor of a treaty is going around. Neighboring vampire, human, and werewolf cities wants to start a treaty with Crimson Moon. There are supporters and there those who are against it. Those few against it rebel and the others are pacifists. (Aka Non-fighters.) And, as you probably guessed, a war broke out."[/glow]
Arsen read the hastily written words aloud. Clant looked up at him.
"So? Whats it mean?"
"It means that Jagger left and wants us to do his dirty work. Lets go," Arsen dropped the paper on the table and walked back out the door, putting his large black hat on.
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Arsen stood quietly, his friend's prattle running on and on. He bowed his head, his black hair covering his face-and his lastest wounds. Half his face was covered in the white cloth.
"How cool is that, Arsen?!" His friend asked. Aresen looked at the small boy, blonde hair, black eyes. Not fit to be a vampire in Arsen's mind.
"Boy, listen. Next time I tell you to move, do it. Got it?" Arsen snarled.
The boy dipped his head, "Yes Master Arsen."
Aresen ran a hand through his hair, "You're still to inexperenced to handle what I do." He glared at the boy with the same scolding black eyes. "Right, Clant?"
The boy nodded.
"And what have I told you, time and time again?"
"Never interfrere, It will cost my life for a mistake," Clant recited perfectly.
"Exactly. You think I wouldn't I would tell you without reason?"
"No... but..."
"But what?" Arsen asked, sticking his hands in the pockets of his long black coat, "You think I don't care?"
"No... Its just that-"
"What?" Arsen snapped.
"Nothing," Clant shook his head. Arsen ruffled the small boy's hair. "Why wouldn't I care about you? You are my blood brother."
"I know," Clant smiled.
Arsen dusted off his blue pants and blue shirt, "Its time to go. I smell a new hunt coming."
He dragged a black hat from the gound and playfully pulled it over the young boy's head, "Just try to keep up."
Together, the pair paced away from where they'd stood.
Arsen moved slowly, pain shooting up his side. There was that old scar. He sighed, wondering where it'd come from? He'd had it for as long as he could remember, but as soon as he tried to think about it....
"Aggh!" Arsen leaned against the nearest wall, panting, a sharp pain lacing his skull.
"Arsen? What is it?"
"Nothing. I'm fine. We have to get to the counsel. Jagger should meet us there."
"Arsen..." Clant muttered softly as Arsen struggled to stand on his own, "You tried to remember... didn't you?"
"Whats done is done," Arsen said coldly, "we cannot change the past."
"Arsen, please... We shouldn't go to the counsel. You know how they feel about you."
"We cannot change that!" Arsen barked, a red glint in his eyes, "It. Is. What. It. Is."
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Post by Silver on Dec 6, 2007 19:00:17 GMT -5
Justin read the note that had been left in his mailbox with a raised brow.
An offer of a treaty with Crimson Moon? The town of Crimson Moon was a legend to those of his ilk. A town, famed to be a large vampire only community, was willing to make a treaty?
Perhaps it was something that came with some of the newer members of the Retermositoa community.
Supporters wanted, rebels devoured.
Well, that was a lovely endearment. What he wanted to know was why was a treaty required? What happened in that big ol' world outside Reter that he didn't know about?
There was a number scrawled at the bottom of the page, maybe it would yield some answers.
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Post by †Arisen† on Dec 6, 2007 19:05:48 GMT -5
"Y-yes Arsen," Clant murmured softly.
"Lets keep going. I'd hate to see Jag's look if we're late," Arsen sarcasticlly muttered.
"Why does he want us to go anyway?"
"If its a treaty, only the king's closest will be there, and Jag's head of guard. We have to be there as well."
"Why can't Jirou have someone else do it?"
"I've already told you!" Arsen snapped, "When will you listen to me?"
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Post by Silver on Dec 6, 2007 19:17:45 GMT -5
The number had led him to somewhat of a dead-end; all he'd gotten was an answering machine.
"You have reached the desk of Jagger. He's unavailable at the moment, leave a message if required."
He'd left his name and number, but decided on the whole maybe it was worth going to this meeting or whatever it was. He heaved a sigh as he pulled back on his jacket and grabbed the truck keys off the table. Walking blindly into unknown situations seemed to be becoming a bad habit of his.
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Post by †Arisen† on Dec 6, 2007 19:23:14 GMT -5
Clant said nothing, only pulling on Arsen's hand to pull him ahead, "You put too much strain on yourself, Arsen. You are not well. You wounds haven't even begun to recover yet."
"I know," Arsen sighed, "I know. I keep forgettting how much you know to."
"Hey... when were in the kingdom... do you think Saiya will let us look through the archives? There has to be something on you there!" Clant said excitedly.
"She probably will. You know how she feels about me," Arsen smiled.
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Post by Silver on Dec 6, 2007 19:36:48 GMT -5
After about five tries, and nearly flooding the engine, the truck started up, and he began the three hour drive to Crimson Moon. He'd been there only once before, years ago with Dri. The place had seemed like it'd stopped in time, full of courts and palaces of glistening gold. Dri had asked him at the time if he would like her to apply for citizenship of that breathtaking town; at the time he'd turned her down, but maybe that had been a mistake.
Maybe this was the place he could make a fresh start -- his mind shied away from the idea that Dri may be successful in her vow to "fix" him.
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Post by †Arisen† on Dec 6, 2007 19:45:16 GMT -5
Arsen paused on the stairs, ears practically standing on end, "There are so many in there... Humans... wolves... vampires. Be on your gaurd, Clant. There are forces older than us in there."
"And more powerful. How'll we find Jagger?"
"White jacket. Black buckles, black clothes, chocolate brown hair, icey eyes," Arsen muttered, then laughed, "Look for the women!"
Clant laughed, "That sounds like him. always showing off."
"Yes, he won't be hard to find," Arsen muttered softly, then fell forward as a large man that walked by bumped into him, "Hey! Watch it!"
"I wouldn't be talking, vampire," The man growled, "We're in your town. You have to be curtious."
"Honestly," Arsen muttered, "I don't know why Jirou brought up this treaty. We don't owe them anything"
"What we owe them," Clant said softly, helping Arsen up, "Is respect. if blood spills on our land, we're to blame."
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Post by Silver on Dec 6, 2007 20:07:59 GMT -5
He hadn't meant to be sharp to the vampire he'd banged into, but there were too many in the building for him to relax, too many he didn't know. His skin was crawling with want to change and get away.
So many.
He walked thorugh the doors into what looked like a large ballroom, filled with.. people? Everywhere he looked there were vampires, werewolves, even humans with special abilities. This looked like a cgathering of the supernatural elite.
He sorely felt out of place.
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Post by †Arisen† on Dec 6, 2007 20:26:46 GMT -5
"I'm more afraid to let you go in than go in myself," Clant muttered, "Not even in the door and you nearly started a fight."
"I'll be alright. Just don't let me get to sharp." Arsen sighed, "I'm just glad I fed before we came. The smells... they're so good man, werewolf, and vampire alike."
"Arsen!" Clant snapped, "Now is not the time."
Clant dragged the larger vampire into the room. Clant was focused, like he was told; but Arsen...
His black eyes flick right and left, categorizing everyone
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Post by Silver on Dec 6, 2007 20:40:33 GMT -5
He caught sight of a vampire sitting upon a throne at the head of the hall, surrounded by what could only be his bodyguards or the like. Everyone at that end of the room practically radiated disdain and barely contained malice. They were all dressed to the nines, as was common in Crimson Moon; place was almost as fashion driven as Milan.
Looking down at his jeans and jacket he slid through the crowd until he stood near the front but was able to lean comfortably against a wall.
There was one vampire in the group of lackeys that caught his eye. He was wearing a spiffy white jacket with large, stylist black buckles, over an otherwise apparently black ensemble. Around him hovered a group of inconsequential females, all blasting the air with pheromones. They flutter hands, hair and fans in an attempt to gain more of his attention.
Justin shook his head; either the guy was a sexual legend, the richest vampire in town, or he had power.
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Post by †Arisen† on Dec 6, 2007 20:52:01 GMT -5
(Can't...Stop... Laughin! My God! That is sooo Jagger for ya!)
Jagger brushed away the ladies, though they followed his in his wake as he somehow parted the crowd. He dipped his head in a nod to Just as he passed by.
"Those eye'll get you in trouble one day."
Arsen blinked, looking up, "Jag."
Jagger laughed, "Don't be so surprised."
Clant grimaced as the ones who followed Jagger started to swarm all three of them. Arsen looked very uncomfortabled, and so did Clant, but Jagger just stood there as if the ladies weren't even there.
"So. How many are here?" Arsen asked
"Gaurds? All. Everyone who was invited as well. This will take a while. You should go find Shadow and Saiya. I've heard they've been itching to show you something," Shadow smiled.
"Just don't do anything you'll regret!" Clant muttered, dragging Arsen away.
"God. How can he stand that?" Arsen shuddered, dusting himself off.
"He hunts five a night, how can he not? Besides, look at him. He's as content as can be."
"Thats what I'm afraid of," Arsen muttered.
"Lets go see Saiya first! Maybe she'll have good news!" Calnt grabbed Arsen's hand again and drug him through a deserted hall.
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Post by Silver on Dec 6, 2007 21:31:47 GMT -5
The crowd was loud, grating on his sensitive ears. When the chick-magnet had nodded at him he couldn't stop himself from nodding back, a tight smile on his lips.
Well, at least someone seemed to have developed manners.
He waited and watched as the room continued to fill, people pressing closer and closer together. It was like being at a packed concert, without the great music or the pot fumes.
Another half hour passed before the vamp on the throne stood, raising his bejeweled hand for silence. His guards mimicked his motion, casting stony glances around the room at those who ignored the blatant call to order. The vampire who stood above the rest was tall and thin, with a certain oriental cast to his features. he was elegant with a compelling air about him. justin had seen him before, when he was last here, at a town-wide celebration of some sort. he had stood on the balcony of his great castle-like mansion, looking down on his subjects below. His jet black hair hung around him like a veil, it's red highlights catching and holding the light thrown off the candeliers hung from the ceiling. He was dressed in crisp white attire, with tight black pants and looked impeccable. A dog-like collar graced his throat, along with a handful of other necklaces.
Silence fell throughout the room as he began to speak.
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Post by †Arisen† on Dec 6, 2007 21:38:52 GMT -5
"Welcome one and all. We all welcome you here, correct?" He dipped his head. Cheers from the vampires rose through the cowd. They were immediately silence as the king moved his hands, "Jagger, Clant, Arsen, come up here please."
Jagger threaded his way through the crowd, hands grabbing at him. Arsen weaved behind him, carrying Clant in his arms so the small boy wouldn't get lost in the sea.
"King Jirou," Jagger bowed. Arsen and Clant mimicked the movement. Jirou dipped his head.
"If the other leaders could please come up as well....?" He said as though it were a question, but it was and order at the same time, "These three will see us to our library, as well as any trusted men that you have brought with you."
Jagger leaned forward, muttereing something in Jirou's ear. The king nodded, "Yes, of course I understand."
Jagger put a hand on Arsen's shoulder, "You are to stay here. you're too highstrung to go in there right now. Relax, enjoy the party."
"But... Master..."
Jagger shook his head, silencing the other before following after Jirou, Clant, and the gaurds. Arsen slowly paced into the crowd, pushing past everyone-even the girls who had started to cling to him instead of Jagger. He had to get outside. It was too crowded, too hard to breath.
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Post by Silver on Dec 7, 2007 21:34:11 GMT -5
Justin stood back, as leaders from the surrounding towns and cities began to follow the vampire in the white coat through a small door to the right of the King's stage. He recognized a few of the supernatural beings that walked with their heads high and their egos large; but none were from Retermositoa.
The thought of going with them, as a representative of his city was tempting, but... for all he knew he was the only one who was even mildly interested in these goings on. He drew a deep breath, then calmly began to join the group, walking with all the prestige and grandeur of those around him, imagining that he was wearing a tux likes those around him -- until he realized how uncomfortable he would've been.
Instead he walked up there with his hands in his jean pockets and his head high. He was a handsome, intelligent individual; he could do this.
And he didn't have to be affiliated with Reter, he was his own being now.
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Post by †Arisen† on Dec 7, 2007 21:51:11 GMT -5
(Aggh! I typed something really long before this! T_T)
Arsen stood at the balcony, his shoulders hunched, his nails biting into the marble, "Stupid Jagger. I should be in there."
JAgger stood quietly with Clant by his side as they leaned against a wall.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, thank you for coming. You will be safe here, As I said," Jirou shot the gaurds warning glares, 'Now, Saiya, if you'd please?"
A black haired woman stepped up. She looked to be eighteen, her hair pulled back and laced with pearls. She wore a elegant red dress. In her arms were a stack of papers. Her belly was swollen-pregnant.
"Thank you, my love," Jirou pulled the papers from her, "Now, go get some rest."
She nodded and walked off.
"Jagger... Why is Saiya-"
"Jirou jumped the gun before Arsen," Jagger said, unmoving.
"But I thought-"
"You can't turn down the king, let alone Jirou. Now pay attention."
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Post by Silver on Dec 7, 2007 22:31:22 GMT -5
His ears burned as he listened to the conversation between the white coated vampire and the boy. He eyes watched the young dark-haired girl, her belly large and taut. Wouldn't be long until the child was born. The his eyes glazed over the rest of the group, taking in the mixture of weres, vampires, demons, and then the humans -- they must have somehow been special, perhaps dream-readers or sorcerers. Then there were those being who could only be described as angels, their ethereal beauty unmistakable.
Then the King began to speak, referencing his papers much like a clerk.
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Post by †Arisen† on Dec 7, 2007 22:39:15 GMT -5
"You must all be wondering why I called this meeting," Jirou said.
"Yes, Jirou. Werewolves have been at war long enough with you."
"And the humans!" A man stood.
"We demons have caught what trouble you shook off!"
Soon the room exploded in an arguement. Jagger sighed, putting his fingers in his mouth and whistling. Everything stopped.
"Calm down now," Jriou said, "And I will explain."
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Post by Silver on Dec 7, 2007 23:16:38 GMT -5
Justin leaned easily against a wall near the door, nearer still to the boy who had been talking about the pregnant girl earlier.
"Why, has there been a war I've heard nothing about?" He spoke softly to the boy from the side of his mouth, hoping to be heard over the din. "What type of war is this, and what started it?"
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Post by †Arisen† on Dec 7, 2007 23:26:23 GMT -5
Clant blinked, "The people against this treaty. They don't think the species should work as one. Its too unnatural to some of us. Arsen and I support it, but we've never been big fighters. Shadow'd rather not even discuss it, like Jagger..."
"Now please, listen. there have been some out breaks within Crimson over this, and we want it too end. For too long have we all faught each other," Jirou slapped the papers on the table, "here are a few instance in the past week of fights within these walls. JAgger has had to silence them all, along with his apprentences; Clant and Arsen, Arsen had other matters to take of unfortunately..."
"Jagger dropped him, he always does! He won't hold on to an apprentice for any amount of time!"
The argument broke out again. Jagger stood, indifferent to the words-different from the smiling man Justin had seen earlier.
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Post by Silver on Dec 7, 2007 23:33:09 GMT -5
The noise was getting too much for his ears, couldn't the other weres hear how loud it was?
In a moment of madness he let loose a howl that would have made a normal person's skin crawl; everyone here just blinked at him like he was an idiot. Maybe he was.
"Can't any of you just shut up for one fucking minute while this guy -- " He waved his hand toward the so-called king. "While he finishes? Christ's sake, I'd like to find out what the hell is going on!" He nodded his head toward the king. "Continue if you will." His left hand came up to brace his fingertips against his forehead, in a vain attempt to hold the pain building there in check.
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Post by †Arisen† on Dec 7, 2007 23:45:08 GMT -5
Jirou dipped his head toward Justin, "Thank you," He turned to the others again, "Now sit. Jagger is not the issue. Not today. Arsen is out on duty and Clant is here," The small boy waved, "And they are well enough to witness this."
"Are you saying Arsen isn't well!?" Clant cried out. Jagger glared at the small boy. He cringed.
"I am sorry, I forgot your connection with him," Jirou said softly, "Arsen just isn't ready for it yet."
Clant dipped his head, standing against the wall again, "I'm sorry..."
Jagger shook his head, pinching the bridge of his nose.
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Post by Silver on Dec 9, 2007 21:21:39 GMT -5
As entertaining as watching the inner disputes of this affair was, Justin wished they would just get on with it. A migraine was starting behind his eyes, a sharp stab of intermittent pain. If he didn't get out of here soon and have his monthly feed... well, he would not be able to hold himself responsible.
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Post by †Arisen† on Dec 9, 2007 21:46:13 GMT -5
Jirou sighed, "I would like to get this over with quickly. We have more fights to deal with tonight. Now. the reason why this was called is because we have had enough disputes over the millenia, and is there really a reason for it?"
Murmers of agreement sounded.
"You need your food, thats why!" A human stood, "year after year we loose more and more of our race to yours!"
"Yourkind populates the Earth!" A werewolf shout accusingly, A demon agreed. Jagger whistled again.
"Knock it off. We are not here to fight!" He snarled, his icey blue eyes glaring, "So you can shut up and listen or this dispute will continue to last!"
"Jagger, calm youself. They are correct as well," Jirou said softly, "And I for one want to end this. I will get my town to feed off of donated blood from the humans-only blood packets from the blood banks. We will clean up our messes-no matter what we have to do."
"Even if you have to kill your own kind to do it?!"
"By what ever means nessecary," Jagger echoed.
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Post by Silver on Dec 21, 2007 0:49:15 GMT -5
Justin could agree that what this King was saying was a good idea, although he personally hadn't been aware of the size of the issue until he had been introduced to it here. But then again, in Retermositoa, everyone was pretty self-absorbed; he couldn't even remember when was the last time he' d read a newspaper with events other than those occuring in Reter -- save when he was in Spain.
"And how do you plan for your plans to work, your highness?" A witch called from the back of the room, her voice calm and lacking any trace of sarcasm.
"Yes, your lordship, how is this supposed to work?"
"Are you expecting everyone to just fall at your feet and follow your plans?"
Voices were calling out from all corners of the room, some with respect, others with apparent disregard for the assumed position of this vampire king.
Justin just leaned back, fighting off the urge to lick his canine at the sight of lovely young, full blooded, women near him.
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Post by †Arisen† on Dec 21, 2007 23:17:41 GMT -5
"Whatever means nessecary means just that," Jagger snarled, "Killing or peacefully it really depends on how much the people want to loose."
A gaurd muttered something in Jagger's ear.
"What?!" He hissed, "Are you sure?"
The gaurd nodded.
"Jesus... Clant, stay here," Jagger ordered, dipping back through the hallway they'd entered through.
"Laws can be made and rules can be bent, ladies and gentlemen. Its a simple matter of them adjusting," Jirou said softly, "And what about your people? You have to restrict them as I do mine. Mine are just blood lusting. Yours are... power hungry, unforgiving, spineless coward when you get down to it," He snarled, red eyes narrowing, "So, we can settle this easily or... none of you will leave alive."
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Post by bloodangel666 on Dec 22, 2007 19:35:27 GMT -5
For one such as she, she had no place to be there. Her calling had come as a cluster of young vampires started in on the innocent wolves, wandering the streets of town. The body of a human left behind in a puddle of blood on the sidewalk, if there was a stetch, she would surely reek of it for she was what she was.
Hidden by the pale moonlight, she bent down, her hand gently pressed against the poor being's eyes as they flickered, and like a candle, faded out. A pale white ribbon flew through her hands, her eyes just as white before the ribbon faded into nothingness. She left a deep longing to cradle the crippled, broken body of the wolf, but stood and walked away, wiping the tears from her face as she continued to the next battle. Things had always been unstable in the world of vampires and werewolves, a war that no one could stop because of the misunderstandings of both races. There she was, a reaper among so many different creatures, helping the innocent pass to the other world, their hate of one another not understood by her.
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Post by †Arisen† on Dec 22, 2007 19:58:19 GMT -5
As soon as Arsen had seen Jagger step out onto the balcony, he lept, the wind tearing at his clothes as he descended the 30story high castle. It wasn't long before Jagger was next to him.
"How many out breaks?"
"12, at least," Arsen told him, "Not to mention the raid at our house."
"It seems King Jirou is very disliked."
"So it would seem."
It was only a matter of a minute before their feet touched the ground and the blasted off at an insane speed.
"Raid first?" Jagger asked. Suddenly there was an explosion, "Or bomb?"
"I'll take the raid, you bet the bomb," Arsen replied. The two separated.
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The other rulers cringed back from Jirou as he spoke, "What'll it be ladies and gentle men? My people are restless. And killing as we speak."
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Post by Silver on Dec 22, 2007 20:18:19 GMT -5
Justin's brow arched. So, this was a crazy fest.
"I'm out." He raised his hand and smiled a genial grin. "Violence just isn't the answer, mon ami. Sometimes one has to be the bigger... creature, and find more civilized ways to deal with problems. We are far from kindergarden, folks."
He began heading for the door, his stride slow and calm. He'd like to see them try and stop him; they could hurt him, but he'd be grateful if they'd find a way to kill him.
He paused in front of the door.
"By the way, your highness," Here he bowed, the sarcasm easily readable in his body language. "My 'people' are not spineless cowards, we have the courage to survive in peace -- not to kill mindlessly, destroying the very balance that keeps us alive. 'By whatever means necessary' will quickly leave one option: death. You will kill off your own kind, destroying the world around you, for your own means. One would hope that a king would do his best to better the world he resides in, not just rule it."
His hand turned the catch on the door and began to swing it open.
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Post by †Arisen† on Dec 22, 2007 20:55:10 GMT -5
Jirou's hands fisted, "And it takes even more power for someone to admit defeat, does it not? It takes more power to acknowladge the fact that you've failed, does it not?"
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Arsen slid to a stop infront his house. Five stories high, humans locked in the basement, and A room on three of the floors.
He carefully stepped over to the ripped down door, and pulled a gun out of his coat, "Come out Come out wherever you are."
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Post by Silver on Dec 22, 2007 21:20:01 GMT -5
"Who needs power to admit defeat? Defeat is the gift of the powerless. And failed in what? Failed in being a true leader, finding a way to lead your people to a place other than their death?" He shook his head as he stepped through the door. "Highness, one hasn't failed until they've tried every other option available to them, done everything possible to achieve their goals, including handing the torch on, and have no alternatives left." He glanced over his shoulder at the king. "To me, there is no such thing as failure, there are always options."
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