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Post by nero on Jul 7, 2010 17:05:43 GMT -5
Nero for once in his time being here felt himself to be happy, he trekked through a thick sheet of shrubbery slicing his way straight ahead with the Red Queen leading the way. As he reached a what seemed to be an oasis he cut his way out and was met face to face with several monsters who all looked to have been feeding on a group of grown males. Nero looked on with a somber look on his face, he pulled out his double barrel magnum and quietly aimed at the largest one. With a swift click of his finger he fired two bullets which hit the largest one straight in between his eyes and caused him to fall back. Without a second to waste Nero sprang forward both swords in hand slicing his way through them all and within seconds had killed all of them.
''That was pretty coooooolllll'', he exclaimed before soaking the blades of his swords in the cool reflecting water. Another days work, he thought. The water grew a light red from the blood that fell from the blade and Nero rose back to his feet to take in the carnage that he had made with a certain surgical tact and precision.
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Sephiroth
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~One Winged Angel~
"I knew ever since I was a child, I was not like the others. I knew mine was a special existence..."
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Post by Sephiroth on Jul 8, 2010 13:25:49 GMT -5
~Evil Angel~ [/color][/u] I was chosen to rule this planet. He simply observed the white haired man as he swept his bloodied sword through the still water found in the still oasis around him. His green cat like eyes took in everything around him, he stayed absolutely still, no movement or emotion showed on his face. He stood in the shadows, eyes glowing as they watched the man. Nothing showed, none of his thoughts, none of his feelings, as many as he could have, which wasn’t many. In that moment he took one step forward, masamune reflecting from the sun. Arms were still crossed as his eyes followed the movements of the white haired man. He glanced at the dead monsters surrounding him, before looking back at his sword. He had complete contempt for everything and everyone, humans especially. They could and would all rot in time, as soon as he carried out his plan, they would wish in their last moments that he would give them mercy…but no mercy would he give them. He did notice though, that the man showed signs of experience in the field of fighting, his movements poised and graceful, as if he did this many times. Though he held him in utter contempt, he could appreciate that he handled himself well, at least for a human. The silver haired man stood still, his eyes still on the man he had seen. “I suppose you think that makes you powerful human?” he said evenly, now only a few yards away. A smirk appeared on his face as he waited for a response. He was only a short distance from the SOLDIER complex ran by ShinRa. He hated ShinRa, and everything that had to do with the pathetic humans. They would learn the meaning of true pain in their final breathes. He felt hatred toward the human before him. They were the cause of his mother’s death. They would pay…he would make sure of that. [omg sorry for the crapppppppy post! D:] |
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Post by nero on Jul 8, 2010 14:27:06 GMT -5
For a moment now Nero had a discreet feeling someone was glaring down his spine, into his heart. And with the ring of the man's voice Nero's suspicions had been confirmed. He swung Red Queen over his back and held Yamato in his right hand as he turned around slowly preparing to respond.
''I suppose if I was a human, then yes I would consider myself strong if I could do that without breaking a sweat'', he said a smirk on his face rubbing the top of his head and feeling his arm glow a bright bluish orange color, at this point Nero assumed it was because of the man's presence. Nero eyed the man, he wore all black and looked to be very gloomy, but what stood out most, was his piercing green eyes.
He stared at his arm for a second before back up to the man, and letting out a chuckle. ''Sorry, but this arm of mine always has a knack for sensing when people don't have good intension, so what can I attribute this visit to'' , he asked sheathing Yamato and folding his arms. His white hair resembled Sparda's in every way except for the length, it was kinda girly for Nero's taste. He took a few steps forward and leaned on his back leg taking a ''whatcha wanna do about it'' pose.
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