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 Posted: Tue Oct 02, 2007 5:32 pm
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Posted: Tue Oct 02, 2007 5:47 pm
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Silver Hellsing Silver slinked into the "TRA Only" door, and calmly approached Skrat. "Well, sir, what are we to do now?"
"Honestly Silver," Skrat sighed, "I have no idea. We need all the members gathered somewhere so we can have a meeting, but we need it so that the other orginizations don't overhear. That door isn't very sound-insulated after all."
He finally looked up, and took a good look at his follower. "Ugh...I definitely need better planning." Pursing his lips, he looked to the sky to ponder something. After a few seconds, he looked down back to Silver, his eyes wide. "I'm promoting you to my right-hand 'man'! You can assist me in leading my army. Will you accept your promotion?" |
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Posted: Tue Oct 02, 2007 6:05 pm
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Posted: Tue Oct 02, 2007 6:13 pm
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Posted: Tue Oct 02, 2007 6:18 pm
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Silver Hellsing "A... promotion? Me? I'l gladly accept it." Silver replied, rather heppily. And yes, a more suitable place is needed for a meeting. But, there still is one problem...." Pacing back and forth, Silver looked down towards the ground. "Undakai's warping ability."
Skrat, slightly taken aback by Tsuji's sudden appearance then disappearance, looked at Silver. "Well, if Unda doesn't know where the meeting is taking place, he wont be able to warp there now, will he?" He laughed, somewhat insanely, quietly to himself. He smiled a crooked smile, and his eyes drooped to somewhat of a glare. "Yes, that's what we'll do. We'll communicate, being careful to avoid his watchful eyes." He nodded, more to himself than to his comrade. Then walked to a nearby desk that the DS was dropped on, sat behind it, and began to search through the drawers. |
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Posted: Tue Oct 02, 2007 6:32 pm
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Posted: Tue Oct 02, 2007 6:42 pm
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Skrat threw out some paper onto his desk, looking up only to realize that Silver was gone. He took a pencil out from the desk as well, and threw that onto the table. He picked up the pencil, gently this time, and began to write. He wrote his plans on how they should communicate, where they should communicate, and when to gather all the members together (but he mentioned he would discuss that out in the open). He told Silver that the date he set would allow him enough time to plot whatever it is he would be plotting. Smiling at the success of his written plans, he took the papers, folded them into a little 2x3 rectangular shape, and put "To: Silver Hellsing" on the empty side of the paper facing him. He smiled again, and stuck the note in his pant's pocket.
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Posted: Wed Oct 03, 2007 3:20 am
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Posted: Wed Oct 03, 2007 10:18 am
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A few moments after Rose departed to the "TRA" room, Xanatos relaxed and lowered his hands, one falling upon the hilt of his sword, Xion. "Well," he muttered, turning to Lady Slim and smiling softly, "that was certainly uneventful." Now the that possible threat to his mistress was gone, his mood had brightened considerably. He looked around the room to gather his bearings, as he had been focused on Rose the whole time. "Belle!" he cried out as he laid eyes on her. Seconds later, he was soaring through the air towards the girl, tackling her away from Kai in an affectionate glomp. "How are you?" he asked with a laugh, helping her back to her feet...
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Posted: Wed Oct 03, 2007 10:49 am
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Posted: Wed Oct 03, 2007 11:07 am
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Xanatos had been waiting for Rose's delayed attack to reveal itself. Without a word, he seemed to vanish from his position by Belle, and reappeared behind Lady Slim. The vine struck out, only to be deflected by Xion, the dagger sharp tip flattening against the polished metal of the sword. With practiced ease, he twisted the sword and twirled around, the blade edge slicing the vine cleanly into halves. Almost as an afterthough, a sphere of flame appeared in his hand, which tossed onto the vine, setting it a blaze before sending it away in a gust of wind from his flapping wing. "About time," he said exasperatedly, pulling out a handkerchief and wiping Xion clean before sheathing it...
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Posted: Wed Oct 03, 2007 11:19 am
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Posted: Wed Oct 03, 2007 11:23 am
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Posted: Wed Oct 03, 2007 11:25 am
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Posted: Wed Oct 03, 2007 11:27 am
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