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tushanshu_logs2014-12-28 12:39 pm
walkthedarkpath) wrote in tushanshu_logs2014-12-28 12:39 pm
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A dying race (OTA)
Characters: Nelo Angelo Vergil and open~!
Date: December 28th 2015
Location: The Midnight Hotel
Situation: Nelo Angelo went where he was told to go.
Warnings/Rating: None.
He should have been more concerned by waking in a ditch. Only to have a rather annoyed seeming kedan explain what was going on. He was still heavily injured from the battle fought just before he awoke in the ditch. His master would be most unpleased with him, that much was for certain.
Walking into the hotel, careful of his the large strange looking Blade in one hand, the other was holding his side where part of his armor was damaged and he had taken a hit that wasn't healing. His powers were drained he had done as the annoyed one said and gone to the Midnight Hotel. Though honestly he had no plans past that.
He stood there in the middle of the lobby a bit at a loss of what to do, he did not feel like hearing another explanation. Nor did he think to look into help for his wounds that were starting to seep more blood despite the armor. The demon knight from the past stood at a loss. He knew this was not a dream, even if it had been he did not want to wake up he just needed a moment to get jump started and find a course of action to take.
[Hours later; post surgery.]
It didn't matter how tough as nails someone might be. Surgery takes you down even if you try to not let it. Most of what happened from the moment The Hunter and the stranger started speaking and working on him was a blur when he came too. Having woke up in a room that was not at all his room in Mundus' palace he remembered where he was. Bits of what had happened returned as he pushed off the bed despite the pain and moved to gather his armor. His bloody shirt was likely little more then trash now. So instead of caring about it he set to work on pulling his armor back on.
Yes, even while recovering he decided he needed to leave. Clearly he didnt need to be here, even if all signs said he did. He was stubborn and this was false hope. He didn't care for false hope. So, once the armor was quietly on he hefted his sword and moved to try andescape leave. His body hated him for already having the heavy armor back on..
Date: December 28th 2015
Location: The Midnight Hotel
Situation: Nelo Angelo went where he was told to go.
Warnings/Rating: None.
He should have been more concerned by waking in a ditch. Only to have a rather annoyed seeming kedan explain what was going on. He was still heavily injured from the battle fought just before he awoke in the ditch. His master would be most unpleased with him, that much was for certain.
Walking into the hotel, careful of his the large strange looking Blade in one hand, the other was holding his side where part of his armor was damaged and he had taken a hit that wasn't healing. His powers were drained he had done as the annoyed one said and gone to the Midnight Hotel. Though honestly he had no plans past that.
He stood there in the middle of the lobby a bit at a loss of what to do, he did not feel like hearing another explanation. Nor did he think to look into help for his wounds that were starting to seep more blood despite the armor. The demon knight from the past stood at a loss. He knew this was not a dream, even if it had been he did not want to wake up he just needed a moment to get jump started and find a course of action to take.
[Hours later; post surgery.]
It didn't matter how tough as nails someone might be. Surgery takes you down even if you try to not let it. Most of what happened from the moment The Hunter and the stranger started speaking and working on him was a blur when he came too. Having woke up in a room that was not at all his room in Mundus' palace he remembered where he was. Bits of what had happened returned as he pushed off the bed despite the pain and moved to gather his armor. His bloody shirt was likely little more then trash now. So instead of caring about it he set to work on pulling his armor back on.
Yes, even while recovering he decided he needed to leave. Clearly he didnt need to be here, even if all signs said he did. He was stubborn and this was false hope. He didn't care for false hope. So, once the armor was quietly on he hefted his sword and moved to try and
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"Ah...," he was a little too afraid to approach, at least until he noticed the gleam of blood on armor. "You're bleeding!" Steeling his nerves, Ryou took a few steps closer, although he was still several meters away, which meant he had to practically yell across the lobby. "Are you okay?!"
/does some timey whimey things, hopes thats okay.
He had spaced while trying to sneak back away. His vision had blurred the past and present together until he heard the tone. Oh yes, he was suppose to be leaving. He was in no shape to be going but, he was stubborn.
works for me!
His really cool armor. Ryou couldn't help but want a closer look, but he was rooted to the spot.
Yay~!
"There is no reason to be afraid." he was an honorable warrior. He didnt see any weapons on Ryou this he had no reason to attack.
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"You don't exactly look human, no... You kind of remind me of a character out of a JRPG. Or that monster Dante turns into sometimes!"
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"That is because I am not human. I am a demon." He spoke as easily as one would say the sky is blue. "...He becomes a monster? Do tell me more." He could use that information. Most of his memory of just before his defeat was fussy so he didn't mind digging for info on his enemy.
sorry for the delay! unofficial hiatus happened
"That's cool!" Then again, maybe it was just his interest in the occult that helped. "I don't really know much about what Dante turns into though, so you might want to ask him yourself."
No worries, sorry for keeping you waiting as well!
"I am not sure he would speak to me honestly. He is disillusioned. But I digress, I am curious of the city and wish to go explore."
np :3
Not that he really wanted to encourage that, but it's not as if he could tell him about Dante's monster form himself. However, there was one thing he was good at. "I can show you around if you want, but things are a bit different from what I remember... Oh!" Remembering something suddenly, he bows his head.
"I'm Bakura Ryou, it's nice to meet you...?"
/o/
He blinked a bit at the bow of the others head, lifting a gantlet covered hand and placed it to his chest lowering his own head in return. "I am Nelo Angelo." His name meant Black Angel in Italian. "It is a pleasure Mr. Ryou." Sorry Ryou he didn't quite get the names are said that way. "I would very much like to see whatever you do not mind showing."
Re: /o/
"Okay, though you might scare some of the locals dressed like that, eheh... But let me show you something else first! I mean, before we go outside."
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"I like my armor. However, I have no complaints to see what you wish to show me." That was Nelo Angelo for yes.
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After a full minute of eye-twitching concentration, something finally appears out of the ether, standing taller than Ryou. "Ahah! It worked--hm?" He reached up, wiping some blood from his nose. That's probably what he gets for not warming up first.
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Nelo took a step closer looking over the summoned beast before looking to Ryou, a bit of concern showed on his pale features. Pure humans are a bit of a mystery but hes pretty sure a nosebleed without injury was not good. "...what is this? How did you summon such a creature?"
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"He's a monster, but he's also a trading card." Naturally, no explanation follows.