Post by Nefastus Eurus Caelestise on Aug 16, 2005 8:07:15 GMT
OOC: One, wtf Zeion. Yes, let us bring in our fiftieth character because Zeion can't fight the battle himself. Yes, let's watch and get a throbbing headache at the whole stupidity of it all.
Look, pal, if you can't handle it, go run into your god forsaken spit of land and stop screwing yourself up the ass with your horrid ability to piss off even the elegant flower sitting in the garden so much it wants to grow its roots long enough to crawl up the wall and strangle you. You're the lowest most pathetic person I've met in my life. (That means Chris has a little competition, my friend.)
Posting, to let you know. Just wanted to leave you a little side-note.
IC: "What the f***," Eurus slid down into the dark portal with a raised eyebrow. Folding his arms, the sword dislodged from his chest and stuck itself into Zeion's ass just to spite the annoying little b****. He had just materialized his jacket, too, and now it had a hole in it in the back. Lovely world.
It wasn't long before he heard tapping, looking up with an amused expression as he clammered out of the hole. Pants half-way unzipped, shirt removed along with his jacket that he struggled to slide on with a wide grin he stood up. There was a small wobble to his walk, bare chest adorned with kisses that were burnt into his flesh. The laces on his boots were undone, stumbling back with both hands up, gesturing at the roof with a spin to it as the portal closed.
Explaining that to Mai would be a breeze.
With an innocent smile, Eurus pointed to the now closed portal with a small giggle. "Sorry love," he said, sounding midly intoxicated. "They just love me down there. I can't help it I'm this good looking." Hands flew into the air just above his raised shoulders to form an over-dramatized shrug. Well, to save himself at least a little, he zipped up his pants all the way up and pulled the leather duster over his shoulders.
The gaze he gave Zeion was a tired, edging towards aggravated expression. Why waste bullets on the annoying jack-ass anymore. With a flick of his hand, he decided that he was going to boil the serum out of the man's blood. "Well, that was pleasurable," came a rather amused reply as light collected in the palm of his hand, "next time book me for the amusement rides in Play Land."
With a yawn, the light exploaded from his hand and shot around the room in a crazed manner. The hand was brought to his face to cover his mouth as the sparks all found its way to Zeion. They attatched themselves to his skin, boreing deeper and deeper until they made it into the blood stream. Once that excruciating pain was over, there was a minute pause before anything would happen.
"Well hello Mr. light dude," Eurus said to the thing in a cute voice, hands on his knees as he smiled at it. "Nice to meet you now piss off and sayonara ugly thing. It's already a party in here." The demon Lord pulled a cigarette from his pocket, pressing it past his smooth lips while bringing a hand up to light it. "I'll make sure that I have the correct co-ordinates for hell, and you can throw a party at the old bar that I hang out at. It's a lot of fun, and you'll most likely be on the menu."
The smoke exhaled from the demon lord's lips rippled in the air, forming shapes and designs. Creeping over towards to their newest arrival, it found the man's nostrils and flew in rather forcefully. It manifested, seeping into the blood stream that toured the body, swelling and causing clots to appear here and there. With a now very bored expression, he turned, holding the smoke between two fingers, to stare at Zeion.
By now, Zeion was already unbelievably hot. The man's body temperature will keep climbing until he over-heats. No serum, no tonic, no aid of any kind could stop it. The sparks that had entered the idiot's blood stream would heat the blood, boiling it completely and turning it solid. This was a horrible way to die; cooking from the inside out. Placing a finger at the corner of his eye, Eurus slowly dragged it down his cheek with a pouty lip to show how much he cared for the insolent brat.
With the other, the poison that manifested from the exhaled smoke would go to his heart, scarring the muscle tissue so it would tear open within the next five heartbeats, sending him deeper into the place Eurus was sent earlier. Where they actually did torture others. Not sure they'd torture their superior if Zeion managed to send him down that far, but it was an amusing thought to toy with.
Look, pal, if you can't handle it, go run into your god forsaken spit of land and stop screwing yourself up the ass with your horrid ability to piss off even the elegant flower sitting in the garden so much it wants to grow its roots long enough to crawl up the wall and strangle you. You're the lowest most pathetic person I've met in my life. (That means Chris has a little competition, my friend.)
Posting, to let you know. Just wanted to leave you a little side-note.
IC: "What the f***," Eurus slid down into the dark portal with a raised eyebrow. Folding his arms, the sword dislodged from his chest and stuck itself into Zeion's ass just to spite the annoying little b****. He had just materialized his jacket, too, and now it had a hole in it in the back. Lovely world.
It wasn't long before he heard tapping, looking up with an amused expression as he clammered out of the hole. Pants half-way unzipped, shirt removed along with his jacket that he struggled to slide on with a wide grin he stood up. There was a small wobble to his walk, bare chest adorned with kisses that were burnt into his flesh. The laces on his boots were undone, stumbling back with both hands up, gesturing at the roof with a spin to it as the portal closed.
Explaining that to Mai would be a breeze.
With an innocent smile, Eurus pointed to the now closed portal with a small giggle. "Sorry love," he said, sounding midly intoxicated. "They just love me down there. I can't help it I'm this good looking." Hands flew into the air just above his raised shoulders to form an over-dramatized shrug. Well, to save himself at least a little, he zipped up his pants all the way up and pulled the leather duster over his shoulders.
The gaze he gave Zeion was a tired, edging towards aggravated expression. Why waste bullets on the annoying jack-ass anymore. With a flick of his hand, he decided that he was going to boil the serum out of the man's blood. "Well, that was pleasurable," came a rather amused reply as light collected in the palm of his hand, "next time book me for the amusement rides in Play Land."
With a yawn, the light exploaded from his hand and shot around the room in a crazed manner. The hand was brought to his face to cover his mouth as the sparks all found its way to Zeion. They attatched themselves to his skin, boreing deeper and deeper until they made it into the blood stream. Once that excruciating pain was over, there was a minute pause before anything would happen.
"Well hello Mr. light dude," Eurus said to the thing in a cute voice, hands on his knees as he smiled at it. "Nice to meet you now piss off and sayonara ugly thing. It's already a party in here." The demon Lord pulled a cigarette from his pocket, pressing it past his smooth lips while bringing a hand up to light it. "I'll make sure that I have the correct co-ordinates for hell, and you can throw a party at the old bar that I hang out at. It's a lot of fun, and you'll most likely be on the menu."
The smoke exhaled from the demon lord's lips rippled in the air, forming shapes and designs. Creeping over towards to their newest arrival, it found the man's nostrils and flew in rather forcefully. It manifested, seeping into the blood stream that toured the body, swelling and causing clots to appear here and there. With a now very bored expression, he turned, holding the smoke between two fingers, to stare at Zeion.
By now, Zeion was already unbelievably hot. The man's body temperature will keep climbing until he over-heats. No serum, no tonic, no aid of any kind could stop it. The sparks that had entered the idiot's blood stream would heat the blood, boiling it completely and turning it solid. This was a horrible way to die; cooking from the inside out. Placing a finger at the corner of his eye, Eurus slowly dragged it down his cheek with a pouty lip to show how much he cared for the insolent brat.
With the other, the poison that manifested from the exhaled smoke would go to his heart, scarring the muscle tissue so it would tear open within the next five heartbeats, sending him deeper into the place Eurus was sent earlier. Where they actually did torture others. Not sure they'd torture their superior if Zeion managed to send him down that far, but it was an amusing thought to toy with.