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[20 Apr 2008|10:45am] |
April 7th, year unknown, place unknown.
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Kratos Aurion
Remus Lupin
It will be such a beautiful day today! Bright blue skies, a cooling breeze popping up every now and then off the ocean, and a temperature in the mid to high 70s all day.
The mansion is quite calm today. It has made any remains of the fairies disappear, it was as if the little beings were never there.
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| April 7th, Kratos Aurion and OTA |
[20 Apr 2008|12:49pm] |
Who?: Kratos Aurion and OTA
What?: Kratos's Arrival
When?: Early Afternoon
Where?: Derris-Kharlan, Mansion Foyer
Rating?: PG (unless whoever the greeter is changes that)
Status? Complete
“988.”
Kratos cut down yet another monster wandering the massive Mana Comet, Derris-Kharlan. Having been here a year now, he had picked up the habit of regularly fighting these creatures as a form of entertainment. When he got tired, he merely took the warp-gate back to Cruxis’s former base of Welgaia, and Mithos’s former castle, where he spent the rest of his time in the castle’s library. This way --
“989.”
-- both his mind and body were kept sharp. After all, his job was to be the comet’s guardian, and although nothing ever attacked, he had to be ready. He would generally stop fighting at 1000 monsters, go read a chapter or two of whatever book --
“990.”
-- he found and got into, eat something, and then sleep a while. He was currently ten enemies away from his goal, but he really wanted to get back, now. That book was quite good. Best end this quick.
“Sacred Powers,” chanted the seraph as his transparent blue wings revealed themselves on his back, “cast thy purifying light upon these corrupt souls! Rest in peace sinners!” Then, raising his sword to the air, he called out, “Judgment!”
The beams of light rained down, destroying the closest ten monsters.
“…1000.”
Sheathing his sword, Kratos turned and walked back towards the warp-gate as his wings faded away. Closing his eyes as the familiar feeling of the warp came over him, he began wondering what was going to happen next in his book.
But all thoughts of that left him when he opened his eyes. Before him was the inside of a beautiful mansion. Nearby, there was a small desk and, more noticeably, a grand fountain. However, this was not important. Kratos could sense it… the mana of living beings. There were people here. And that could only mean one thing. This was not Derris-Kharlan.
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