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Trael Enyal
FRACCION DE TERCERA

I JOINED ON January 1970. I'VE MADE 97 POSTS. I AM A SEXY Female.

GHOST TOWN | trael Feb 15, 2014 23:09:50 GMT -5

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Post by Trael Enyal on Feb 15, 2014 23:09:50 GMT -5

Oh, you better believe that if Trael had either of her hands free at that very moment, she'd begin smacking the living shit out of her own forehead, before moving onto smacking the living- well, however much living shit the male had left inside that delusional body of his. Just her luck, as the first non-Hollow person she'd come to interact with was one who hated her kind more than he loved his mother. "I shall.. o-offer you.. a bit of my time.. and explain th-three simple things.. in hopes.. of getting through to that.. thick skull of yours."

"One.. if I wanted.. t-to eat you, I'd have.. done it already, mauviette." A bit of blood here and there wouldn't really disrupt her continuous march forward, trying to find the exact route, or a clue of some sort that would take her on the path back to civilisation. The male was already covered in the red stuff, anyway, so it was pretty clear that she hadn't expected to get out of this with the cleanest hygiene. "Two, if I wished.. t-to eat humans, why.. on earth.. would I come.. to a place full of your kind? I do not, i-in case you hadn't.. noticed. have a death wish. Eating humans.. i-in exchange.. for my life.. is not.. worth it."

So far so good, right? Sure, Mr Stubborn could choose to think otherwise, and maybe there's just absolutely nothing in existence that would cause him to change his mind of how he feels. "Last, b-but not least.. I am not here.. on some stupid.. diplomatic.. relations shit. You can hate.. my kind.. b-but like it or not, mauviette, I am.. your only hope."

Eventually, the blue-skinned Fraccion would find her way back toward a main road. Trael had no idea where she should go from here, and there doesn't seem to be a road sign anywhere up ahead on either directions. The chances of a car passing by were slim to none, especially at this time of day. "So I ask.. of you again. Directions?"

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Emil Heidrich
THE APOSTLE OF VII

I JOINED ON January 1970. I'VE MADE 144 POSTS. I AM A SEXY Male.

GHOST TOWN | trael Feb 16, 2014 22:33:13 GMT -5

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Post by Emil Heidrich on Feb 16, 2014 22:33:13 GMT -5

bleh

Glass rained down as the mental state of the Knight-Commander began to crumble and shatter. What was it that Emil was supposed to do in this particular situation? Everything that the blue monster had said made sense and although it was logical he felt as if that was a sole reason for him to not trust and believe it. There hadn’t been a day in his life that he had been told to trust the devils that would swallow and devour his brethren. There hadn’t been a day in the years he had known such helplessness that would force him to question the status quo of his world.

“…West,” muttered Emil as he feebly extended a hand to their right. The weight of what he was doing crushing don upon him, he was exposing an entire town to the potential dangers that this beast would bring about all in the sake of his own life. Was his life so valued that he could merit such potential risk, even more than that was it best to merely die out and end the struggle of his own existence? He was weaponless now and there was no telling if he would ever regain proficiency through the utilization of another cross. Questions swirled in his mind and there seemed to be no answers readily available.

Tear began to stream down his face as he could bear the brunt of the weight no more. In the span of a few hours he had gone from something formidable and great to something pathetic and disgusting. In the realization of it all, he could barely muster the desire to continue his life. He wanted to shut everything off and just die like he had watched Lilith die long ago, he wanted to beg for her forgiveness, although he knew he was undeserving of such.

A burning whiteness flashed in the back of his skull and he knew he was going to pass out soon, there was nothing left of him to do except weep and welcome. Welcome the fate that was to engulf him and hope that the being that held him didn’t plunge into madness. The last sound that escaped the Knight-Commander was a frail plea, “Please don’t kill anyone.”

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Trael Enyal
FRACCION DE TERCERA

I JOINED ON January 1970. I'VE MADE 97 POSTS. I AM A SEXY Female.

GHOST TOWN | trael Feb 16, 2014 23:09:11 GMT -5

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Post by Trael Enyal on Feb 16, 2014 23:09:11 GMT -5

Ohoho, he has seen the light!

Wait, Trael certainly hoped not. It would put a bad reputation on her already questionable status if the man she was carrying were to see the light and die before they reached civilisation, so yes. Nonetheless, the blue-skinned Fraccion began walking in the direction he pointed out. If anything, she's the one taking a chance here, because who knows if he might lead them into a nest of his other brethren and they'd all take a good chance at penetrating her. With arrows, of course.

"My policy.." If he were to pass out, she hoped that he'd hear her words before doing so, because it would be the first time she's ever told anyone outside her own species. Usually, if a Hollow speaks like this, they were condemned and viewed as being weak. For having a different mentality than the other brute monsters that they were supposed to be, and for showing mercy to their enemies, who could potentially come back and kill them off. Still, there's no changing how she felt, unless she somehow ends up being brainwashed into a mindless droid. "Is to not fight.. u-unless I am in danger. I don't.. kill weaklings.. I only.. eat those.. who wish death upon me.. and those.. wh-whom are already dead."

Soon enough, they'd eventually end up back in a town- albeit a small one, where there's a hospital around. Trael wouldn't actually deliver them to their doorstep, because the last thing she needs is to garner more attention and have people running toward her with shotguns, pitchforks, tridents and wooden flaming rag clubs yelling 'Monster!' with every step they took. She'd leave him on a place where he'd be found easily and brought to emergency care. A place like.. the doorstep of a random family's house.. where she'd leave him there, ring the doorbell and run off like a little kid. Huh. Fun times.

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Post by Trael Enyal on Feb 15, 2014 23:09:50 GMT -5

Post by Emil Heidrich on Feb 16, 2014 22:33:13 GMT -5

Post by Trael Enyal on Feb 16, 2014 23:09:11 GMT -5

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