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Arithon decided to stop for a refreshment i.e. a beer. He parked the car on the side of the road near a tiny ramshackle, pathetic-excuse-for-a-bar. As he turned the ignition off and put the keys in his pocket, he turned around with a cigarette in his lips. "Now you stay put, ya hear?" The man has now sufficiently wet his shirt from drooling. At this he raised his head slowly and made eye contact with Arithon, "Daah....duh...duuuuuh" Arithon rolled his eyes as he took a drag. "Listen fatso, I don't have time for your gibberish. Hell, if it wasn't for me ordering you to blink every 6 seconds, you wouldn't have eyeballs anymore, and then what good would you be to me?" He exhaled smoke from both nostrils as he pointed at the man. "You are just the first of many. Unfortunately, that clearly makes you the dumbest, clumsiest, and all-around most useless of the lot. But I'm willing to make exceptions." Arithon turns to open the car door, and quickly turns back to the man, "Don't move."
*Ari opens the door, gets out and slams it. He stands for a moment surveying the place. It is very small, couldn't accomodate more than 30 people without being overly crowded. The bar was perhaps 5 feet long, with two stools. There were 3 tables, but 2 of them lacked chairs, and the one that did have chairs, of the two, one of them was clearly held together by duct tape. The roof seemed like it could cave in at any moment, and it was built quite precariously on the edge of a cliff. "Well, this architect was certainly drunk when he made this." He muttered as he walked in the door. He sat at one of the stools, quickly catching himself on the bar as the stool fell apart beneath him. The bartender looked up from doing....whatever he was doing beneath the bar, no expression. He stared a moment, then went back to his work.
*Arithon laughed, kicked the broken stool away, and pulled up the second one. This time he was more cautious when sitting, and luckily, it proved to hold his weight. He rubbed his eye as he asked the bartender what the selections for beer were. The bartender replied Budweiser. Arithon cringed. Budweiser was (and is) the nastiest beer in existence. He sighed, and gave in as he ordered one Bud. The bartender produced a 12-ounce can of budweiser from beneath the bar, the can slightly rusty. It was also lukewarm. "What the.....Christ" Ari cursed under his breath. He asked the bartender if he had any colder ones. The bartender looked up, looked around, and shrugged. Arithon grunted as he cracked open the can and tasted it's innards.
It....was.....foul
*Ari barely contained himself as the urge to spew the vile liquid back up all over the bar came suddenly. He slammed the warm beer down on the bar, cursing at the bartender for owning a shabby establishment. The bartender merely grunted and spit. Arithon gave an exasperated sigh, "Cabron..." he muttered.
*The bartender couldn't believe his eyes as Arithon disappeared in a cloud of black smoke. Moments later he returned with an ice cold Guiness in one hand, and a clean pint glass in the other. "Aaaahhh....." he sat back down at the bar, cracked open the can, and poured it at the proper 45 degree angle.
*The bartender was wide-eyed in fear. "El diablo!" He said as he stumbled backwards to get out of the building. He finally turned and ran off down the road screaming "The devil! The devil is here! God save us!""
*Arithon chuckled as he sipped his Guiness. "Silly sonuva bitch"*
*He remained but 5 minutes as he finished his glass, crushed the can in his hand and walked outside with the pint glass still in the other hand. He walked to the edge of the cliff and gazed at the surrounding countryside, "Magnificent" he sighed. He stared a moment and then readied himself. He leaned back and threw the pint glass high and far over the valley. When it had reached the pinnacle of it's flight and a fair distance of 400 feet, Arithon whipped out one Desert Eagle .50 and fired. The sun glinting off a thousand shattered fragments of glass could be seen from even that distance. Arithon smiled. "That's the way, un-huh, un-huh, I like it, un-huh, un-huh" he began. He two-stepped his way back to the vehicle, spun, let out an "AY!", and hopped back in the car.
*He looked around at the interior of the vehicle for a minute, a look of disgust on his face, "God, you really do drive one helluva shitty car. Let's fix that, shall we?"
*With a motion of his hand the car was surrounded in shadow. Moments later it was unveiled again, but now it was a Maserati Spyder, with a soft-top and the top down. "Now that's what I'm talkin' about! Let's roll!"
*He took off down the road, sensing he was getting closer and closer to the ruins, and Lawrence and Damien*

As Arithon drives onward through the jungle he finds himself thinking about things. Mostly, things concerning the immortals and how everything is playing out. But he is not alone in his thoughts. It is as if someone else were helping him think, or perhaps judging his thoughts as he makes them. Ari is fully aware of this, but now, he is more accepting of it. Less afraid
*The cigarette lighter in the car pops out, indicating it is ready. Ari moves his right hand from the steering wheel to grab it and brings it to his face as he lights a cigarette. He rolls the car window down as he looks in the rear view mirror and smiles, seeing the man drooling, slumped over to the left in his chair*
"I figured I'd roll the window down for you, ya know, cuz you're such a little bitch and all" The man continues to stare blankly at the back of Ari's seat. His eyes are becoming red and irritated from not blinking in about an hour.
God dammitAri thinks to himself. This fuck is practically useless. He can't even talk. I might as well pull over and shoot him in the face right now. But no....I've got plans for this one. Ari smiles as he takes another drag, pushing his hair away from his face as his eyes focus on the road ahead.
*He is beginning to sense some immortals. This time it's a gut feeling, not that fucked up burning he felt earlier. "I wonder..." He thinks it is most definitely Lawrence and Damien, since Ari knew they were heading towards the jungle. And now it is no secret that they are here.
I've got to convince them I'm on their side...
*Arithon suddenly brings the car to a screeching halt. He sits motionless, staring wide-eyed at the road ahead. He is panting, the cigarette drooping from his lips, "Wha...what did I just say?" Arithon's look of distress is shared by no-one. Suddenly he bends over so fast he slams his forehead into the steering wheel, causing his skin to split and he begins to bleed. The burning again. Ari's head shakes violently side to side, his limbs convulsing, his right arm lashing out and smashing the drivers side window, cutting up his arm. And then, as quick as the convulsions came, they ended. Arithon became still again, cigarette still in his lips, a smile on his face. He looks on the steering wheel to see the blood still there. He focuses on it and....calls to it. The blood slowly peels off the steering wheel and floats back into the gash on his skin, and as it takes the last drop back in, it closes up flawlessly. He looks to the side of the car where blood is smeared from the gashes in his arm. Once again, the same thing happens, and his arm appears perfect once again.

Yea, you heard me. We have to convince Lawrence and Damien that we are no longer with that pussy, Arian. The only way we can achieve success is by violence! The death of innocents is necessary! Lawrence and Damien are on the right track. Just go find them and team up with them. Together you will be able to finish what they started!

Arithon smiles and looks over to his sword in the passenger seat, "Chernobog, you're too good to me." Arithon laughs as he hits the gas and takes off once again towards the ruins.

(GOD DICK CHENEY IS SUCH A FUCKING DOUCHE, I WANNA FUCKING KILL HIM, HE LIES, LIES, LIES IM GOING INSANE. Sorry. The debate is driving me insane)

Arithon watched the birds in the jungle as they flew from treetop to treetop. The smoke drifted up from his cigarette, traveling around his nose, up to his eyes, which were locked on Nature. Nature at it's finest. Ari dragged from his cigarette, pulled it away from his mouth, and as he did so he leaned forward to gaze around the tree at the unsuspecting couple in their vehicle. He smiled as he watched the man and the woman slightly convulsing, eyes glazed over, wide with surprise. Ari smiled. I've got a lovely bunch of minions.....

Ari crushed out his cigarette and rose from his seat to approach the vehicle. As he got closer he could see his sword , spreading it's shadow tendrils into the man and the woman's chest. "Ah, it's like the perfect assistant." Ari moved his hand out, and the sword smashed through the car window and came right to his hand. Arithon brought the sword to his face, and cooed to it as he stroked it, "Good Chernobog.......good boy." He grinned like the devil as he watched his new recruits become still, eyes staring forward but seeing nothing but shadow. What had used to be a couple from Houston, Texas was no more. Now they were simply ghouls, slaves of Arithon's shadows. They would obey his every word, and if Ari decided to deem it so, could even be given mild powers, such as teleportation, boost of speed, and mild shadow powers. Nothing that could work on an immortal, but could work on a small crowd. of course, at this point they were simply walking buffoons. They were just guinea pigs for Arithon's experiments, which were just beginning.

Ari felt a sudden burning in his chest. At first he had equated it to the feeling in his gut he had received when the Immortals had gathered. But this was different. Ari suddenly started spasming, head shaking, mouth foaming, he dropped Chernobogand fell to his knees on the road. His eyes turned blood red. He began muttering gibberish, occasionally twitching violently, flaying his limbs this way and that. After 5 minutes he became conscious again coughing, gasping for air. "Cher...Chernobog." He dived for the sword, getting it once again in his hands. "Oh, Chernobog......oh....." He held on to the sword tightly, at that moment, willing to give his life for his weapon.

Something was wrong.

Ari got up, shook it off, pushed his hair back behind his eyes and lit a cigarette. He approached the passengers side and stared at the woman as he took a looooong drag from his cigarette. He leaned in and blew the smoke in her face through the broken window. She didn't move. He placed the cigarette back on his lips
"Get out of the car"
Instantly the woman obeyed. She undid her seatbelt, opened the door, and stepped out of the car.
"Close the fucking door, you retarded bitch"
She did as she was told, her eyes not moving, lips still, partially open as if she was drooling....almost.
"You're a stupid fucking cunt, you know that?"
No response
Arithon sneered, brought his hands up to her head and broke her neck in one quick motion. Her body convulsed once then fell to the floor, dead. Arithon stared down at her lifeless body. "What a waste of Chernobog."
He kicked her corpse into a ditch on the side of the road and then approached the drivers side, where the man still sat, motionless.
"Get in the back, fatty"
The man clumsily and slowly undid his seatbelt and managed to squeeze between the front seats into the second row of seats. Ari opened the car door and got in. He took a drag from his cigarette and turned around to face the zombie
"You know I just killed your wife, right?"
No response. The man's glazed eyes weren't even looking at Arithon."
Arithon blew the smoke in the mans face. "You're pretty fucking useless, you know? Im probably going to get you killed in some useless manner. Hell, I just might kill you myself. Any comments?"
No response
Arithon grinned, "Allright children! Time to take the bus to school!" Arithon put the car in gear and the tires squealed as he took off on the road, inadvertantly heading towards the ruins where Lawrence and Damien were heading...

Arithon discarded the old sheath he had for Chernobog before he had imbued it with his shadow magic and...whatever else had been put into it. After he finished the sword he had felt as if something had awoken, or opened an eye, so to speak. Like it was previously being massaged, but now it was poked in the head and noticing it's surroundings.
*Arithon phoned up his local blacksmith in a small village and teleported there. He was getting better at teleporting, "Practice makes perfect..." He approached Jose, his blacksmith, and he had made him the metal sheath as he had asked for. "Here you go, jefe" Jose handed the sheath over. Ari looked it over....."Good....good. Now if you'll excuse me, I have some business to attend to concerning this sheath. If I could use your table I would be greatly appreciative." Jose stood back, "Yea yea, man. Sure, whatever."
*Ari stood over the sheath and onec again performed the ritual he had performed over his sword. The sheath became bonded to the blade, and to test it, Ari held the blade in his hand by the sharp side. He paused a moment, noticing the blade didn't cut him anymore as well. he smiled, an then turned to the task at hand. he leaned back and heaved the blade approx 200 yards into the jungle. He waited a moment for it to surely fall, possibly get tangled in something; for anything to happen. Then, his palm spread, he reached out his arm towards the direction of the blade, and clenched his fist as he quickly pulled his arm in.
*A whoosh sound could be heard, and seconds later his sword came flying out of the foliage at him. Arithon stood, unmoving. Jose made a cross on his chest and moved a good 30 feet from Ari. At the last second, Ari whipped the sheath from behind his back in one smooth motion, pointing the open end towards the blade, and the blade snapped back into it's sheath. As it did this, shadow overtook the blade, sheathm and Ari's arm. When it had dispersed, the sheath was now completely black as well.
*Ari smiled to himself*
"Excellent"
*He turned to find Jose huddled in the corner, "Don't hurt me!" he cried out. Arithon turned his lip up as he looked at the man and walked past him*
"What a sniveling coward."
*He concentrated a moment and teleported to a nearby mountain pass. He re-appeared in the middle of the road, no cars approaching from either side. He stood and waited in the middle of the road. After a while, a car finally came from down the mountain. Ari, looking completely normal, except for a sword behind his back, smiled as he waved down the car. As it stopped for him, it proved to be some American tourists. Ari smiled as he approached the drivers window. Perfect
*The man driving rolled down the window* "What can ah do for ya, pal?" The man proved to be a southerner. Before Ari responded, he quickly glanced inside the vehicle. There was a woman in the passenger seat, but no one else. Ari looked into the mans eyes as he smiled, 'Oh, Im sorry to disturb you, but I was hiking here around the jungle with my friends, and we seem to have lost our way. Luckily, I happened upon this road, and you folks are certainly a sight for sore eyes." He grinned as the man laughed, "Well, sorry to hear about your die-lemma, friend. But, ya know....this countryside aint to be trusted and..." Ari noticed as the man slowly lifted his shirt to expose a six-shooter tucked into his belt. The man continued, "I cain't exactly be pickin' up hitchhikers. Fer mah safety. You understand. But Ah'd be glad to give ya' a map a' the area, so youse can find yer way" Ari grinned, "Oh yes, I completely understand. And that is quite generous of you."
*Ari turned to head back to his imaginary friends. He paused a moment, turning back to the vehicle. "I don't suppose you might hold onto my things while I travel back to tell them? Specifically," He removed the sword from his back slowly, "this sword. It weighs an awful lot, and I've been dragging it around for my dad all day. He's into martial arts, wanted to practice on top of some ruins or something silly like that. Would you be so kind."
*The man looked Ari over with suspicion in his eyes. Finally he gave in, "Well, Ah suppose we could hol' onta it fer ya just for a bit. But you be quick now, ya hear?" Ari passed the sword into the vehicle to the woman with her outstretched hands, "Yes, thanks very much. I'll just be a minute."
*Ari turned and walked back into the jungle. Surely their curiosity would get the better of them, and at least one of them would touch the hilt. He smiled to himself as he walked out of sight and sat down on a rock to have a cigarette, waiting for the inevitable*

When Arithon awoke he was laying in a small clearing in the middle of the jungle, stripped completely naked. He sat up quickly, eyes darting every which way, wondering why the hell he was naked and in the jungle. He had no clue where exactly he was, nor why he was naked (and he didn't really want to focus on that part anyway). He looked around him for signs of life, a struggle, footprints; anything. He found nothing. He scratched his head, "I remember.....seeing Ricky and that woman. And then I grabbed him, and....." What did I do? . He couldn't recall what he had done after that. He didn't even know how he had gotten to where he was right now. He looked up to the sky and marked the position of the sun. He estimated it was 9 AM.
*He got to his feet and looked around once more. Nothing but jungle in sight. He decided rather than walk through the jungle lost, let alone while naked, he would teleport. But first, he had to get hiis rifle. He focused and teleported to the spot where he had been sniping, "Score!" It was right where he had left it. He then focused as hard as he could on his lair, closed his eyes....and moments later opened them to find himself near the left wall behind a cabinet. "Shoot.....came close." He shrugged and moved from behind the cabinet. There, he found his clothes right on the table where he had left them. He changed back into his street attire, dis-assembled and cleaned his rifle, and put it backs in it's case. He equipped himself with a couple pistols and stored his rifle. He went to a glass cabinet and opened up the doors. Inside were about 5 katanas, all varying ages old and of differing length's and weights. He chose a longer one, a little heavier, but the blade was longer and sharper, and with the momentum it would carry, it would be much easier to decapitate someone.

He chose the proper sheath for it, placed it in it's sheath, slung it over his back. Unfortunately, it was too long to hide under any clothing. He waved his hand across it, and suddenly it became invisible. Only he would be able to see it. *
*He paused a moment before leaving. He felt like he should do one more thing....."Ah yes....it might prove useful, and I have the time." Arithon closed the cabinet and moved back to the table. He decloaked his sword, unsheathed it, and placed it length-wise on the table. He got comfortable in his stance, placed both hands over the sword, and began to incant. The sword began to glow black (if you could imagine), shadow tendrils snaking up from the blade and hilt. Arithon's eyes rolled back in his head, and the shadow that enveloped the sword continued to grow, in size and strength. After 15 minutes, he was still at it, and sweat was beginning to form on his brow. He swallowd and concentrated harder. He incanted faster, causing the sword to now hum as well, although a faint humming.
*As he felt the shadow in him bonding with the shadow that was now a separate entity in the sword, he slowly placed his hand on the hilt. The shadow of the sword enveloped his hand, bonding with it, feeling it. Next, Arithon held the blade tight as he placed his hand, palm to blade, at the top of the blade. He slowly ran his hand down the blade, slicing his palm from web to base of wrist. His blood was sucked into the sword, and the sword changed color, from silver to black-red, the non-sharpened side pure black, with a fade slowly to crimson on the sharpened side.

*Arithon finished incanting and opened his eyes. What now lay before him was a much more powerful sword. A sword that had bonded with him, blood, flesh and bone. This sword now had a small part of Arithon within him, and if anyone ever tried to foolishly use it, they would become instantly susceptible to his shadow magic, regardless of resistance. It would be as if they would be accepting him inside their defenses. A Trojan Horse of sorts. Only they would have to be a fool to use it. But if that fool were to appear....
*Arithon smiled as he imagined what wonders he could do with a minion at his disposal. What wonders he might accomplish....
*He snapped out of his daze, snatched the sword up off the table and placed it into it's sheath. As he did so, you could hear a hissing sound, almost as if the sword were burning the sheath. Arithon quickly pulled the blade from the sheath, feeling the inside. The blade had indeed begun to burn through the sheath. He tested it on his skin. No effect. He placed the blade on the table. Without even applying pressure, the blad began to eat away at the woodwork, spreading through it. In seconds the table became decrepit, with the middle burnt away, and the table fell into 2 halves. "Well.....I didn't intend to do that.....how did...."He paused. Could it have been....what...whatever is inside me?
*He was beginning to become more aware of something laying inside him, something not of this world. It was disturbing.
*He looked at the blade as a father might look at his newborn son. He decided he had to name it, as it was now more powerful than even he had intended it to become. He thought a moment, and he smiled as it came to him:

"Chernobog"

(Sorry, I haven't been talking about Ari's rifle in it's suitcase at all, but he's had it with him all this time)

Ari had almost forgotten to properly equip himself. He made his way through the ghetto of Rio to his "secret lair". He found the wall in the cliffside, and, upon placing his hand in a certain crevice, finding the place, placing his hand there and speaking some words, the door opened. "I might as well make the code 'open sesame'." Ari stepped into the chamber as the fluorescent lighthing above kicked in, dusty from years of neglect. The chamber was fully lit, and Ari gazed upon his private arsenal. He even had a couple missiles in there somewhere. "Okay....what am I gonna need." Ari first went to the nearest table, opened up his case, and cleaned his rifle before assembling it and loading it. He went to his closet and changed into camo for the jungle. He put on his sniper ghillie suit pants and jacket. This would help him to lay in one spot undetected for hours, possibly days. He packed energy bars and other lighweight snacks loaded with carbs in his pocket along with extra Lapua rounds. He slung the rifle across his back, also picking up and cleaning several pistols, his Desert Eagles in his Cordura shoulder holsters, several grenades on his hip, a silenced HK 5 around his left side, his AR1 with scope on his right. He was decked out and ready to go. He kept his duffel bag, packed with ammunition and water, in his left hand and his right hand was free.

Ari picked up his cell phone and made a phone call. Hours later, when it was just getting dark, he was at an emtpy field the neighborhood children played soccer on. It was very large, and a plane landed there. Ari greeted the pilot, and they took off. Ari strapped on his parachute and readied himself to jump. When he was about half a mile from Ricardo's he jumped. He did a HALO jump, and the result enabled him to continue downward with enough velocity that he broke through the canopy, but his parachute got caught, and he had to fall the 80 feet to the ground.

He got up and took off on foot. He came upon a cliff face, with an open view of the backside of Ricardo's mansion. He spent 3 hours tracking the guards movements with his nightvision and binoculars. Finally, after discovering where they went, and which guards stayed alone for most of their shifts, he began picking them off, one by one. Every single one of them shot through the heart, dead in one shot. After Ari had eliminated almost all the perimeter guards he began his assault on foot. He lay his rifle down and scaled down the cliff-face to the ground below. He silently crept up to the walls, 15 feet tall with barbed wire around, and there were almost certainly guard dogs inside, along with trips wires and infra-red beams that would trigger an alarm.
*Ari smirked to himself*
"Aw, why the hell not" He closed his eyes and drew both of his hands up to cover his face. As he lowered them his face had disappeared, and he continued down to his waist, and his entire body, clothing and apparel, were invisible. He levitated above the walls, across the courtyard, and onto the balcony. he looked behind to him to see a guard approaching a fallen comrade.
"Shit" Ari cursed under his breath, but quickly remedied the situation as he cast shadows over the man, convincing him that his friends were fine, and it would be the best idea ever to go open the gate and run out into the jungle as far as he could.
*Ari opened the door, coming onto a balcony over-looking the dining room. He came across a room full of guards, playing poker, smoking marijuana, talking. He cast his hand across the room, and suddenly all the men fell asleep, dreaming horrible nightmares.
*Ari could hear a television, and the cries of a woman as she was being beaten. His lip curled and twitched. Ricardo . He approached the doorway from which the sounds were emanating, and he looked inside to see a man standing over a woman on her kness, his pants down, and he was slapping her around. She lay sobbing on the floor as the man bent down to rip the woman's pants off. Arithon clenched his fist. He imagined his mother was put through something similar when he was conceived. This would go on no more.
*Arithon kicked in the door to a shower of splinters and metal framing. "Ay dios mio!" Ricardo shouted. The woman looked behind her, Arithon seeing her face covered in bruises, and Ricardo was distracted long enough for her to crawl into a corner of the room.*
*Ricardo stood there in stunned silence. It took him a minute to register just who Arithon was, and when he finally did, his face was contorted by rage, and he raised a finger pointing at Ari, spitting out, "You!"
*In a flash Ari was in front of the man, his hands on his collar, raising him up off the ground* "Yes! Me! What are you gonna do Ricky?! Huh?!? HUH!?!?!" *Ari was screaming at the top of his lungs. Suddenly he could see Ricardo's face change from one of anger to one of desparation and fear. "Ay man, what is happening to your face? your eyes......they are melting!' Ricardo began to shriek in fear as Arithon's features slowly melted into shadow. A voice came from Arithon that was not his own, "You know not who I am, nor will you ever. You will no longer know life, nor death. But forever be trapped in a nether-dimension where neither light nor darkness shines. You will be cast into eternal madness, and there will you experience constant suffering until the end of eternity."
*With that there was a swirl of darkness, the woman passed out, and when she awoke there was no one there, not even a sign of a struggle. In fact, there was barely a sign that Ari was ever even there.+*

At 10/5/04 08:32 AM, Tacitacial wrote: On another note, in general:
I've seen a few posts in this topic that only contain the word 'Sanctuary' and nothing more. This should stop. If you still feel compelled to ask for 'Sanctuary', whatever the reason, then include this in your post. But do not make a seperate one word post. That would be spam, and although I'm sure that there's no malevolent reason behind it at all, it shouldn't happen.

Hey buddy. Chill. Does it affect you seriously if someone does that? No. Does it affect the game? No. I say this only because I know that sometimes I do it, but it's not on purpose. What will happen sometimes will be one of two things: 1) I will either post at say, 3 PM my time, and then I have to leave at 5 PM, so I'll just post "sanctuary" to let people know I won't be back for a while. Nothing is wrong with that. And 2) sometimes, gee I'm sorry, I forget! I'm human! It happens. Don't be so uptight man. Just have fun with the thread and quit stressing useless shit.

And by the way people......I'm sorry, sometimes I'm a spelling nazi, and it irks me every time i see "sancutary". haha, it's killing me inside. It's "Sanctuary". That is all.

Arithon and Antonio talked on into the night, about Ari's plans and needs by means of equipment and transportation. Then, as the same sun began to rise in the East, the conversation turned to past times and stories. Stories of how Antonio first taught Ari to fire a gun, how to sneak and pick locks and strangle and breaknecks. Family stuff.
Antonio had broken out the whiskey and sangria. The two men were thoroughly drunk. Antonio slapped his knee as Arithon related a story about how one time to two had been sent to capture a thief, orders to bring him in alive. They decided to catch the thief in his apartment, and while he was taking a shower in his bathroom he had a skylight. Ari was climbing over it and he heard a crack. Antonio was gasping for breath as he recalled Arithon's face, how it went from one of smug superiority, instantly to one of a child's distress. Luckily the thief didn't shower with weapons, and when Ari fell through he fell directly on the man. However, he had suffered bad wounds and....ah well, the funny part was behind the two men and Ari was now passed out in the backyard as the sun rose and Antonio's rooster crowed right in Ari's ear.

*Ari shot up from the ground with his .357 revolver in hand, prepared to shoot whatever was making that god-awful noise that was causing landslides, earthquakes, and volcanic eruptions inside his head. He looked around, wondering who had put him on an amusement park ride while he was passed out, b/c the world was twisting and turning in all sorts of directions. He closed his eyes a minute, grunted, cleared his throat, and brought out a .44 with a silencer equipped. A .357 at this range would certainly wake the children. He spotted the rooster and took aim. "You.....shunnuva......bahsturrd" He wavered as his pistol swayed about. He focused as hard as he could, took aim, and fired. The sound of the silenced bullet taking flight could barely be heard. Arithon struck his target, and he watched the creatures blood spill in a constant.....flow of......."what?"

Arithon had killed a watering can

The bullet had passed through the can and it was now leaking the water it had previously held before being assassinated. Luckily, the bullet hadn't hit anyone. "Oh God.....ugh" He grabbed his stomach as it cried out in protest for being deprived of food and water for many hours now. Despite the lack of sleep, Arithon managed to rouse himself, and begin to walk towards door to the kitchen. However, he had not planned on tripping on a body. Antonio had passed out right next to him, and upon being kicked in the gut, returned the favor with eyes still closed. "Ay, puta madre!"Antonio cursed out in the morning air. "Ari, you clumsy cabron! Watch where you are going! Oh god.....don't talk so loud." Ari collapsed next to Antonio. "We.....need coffee" Antonio rubbed his temples as he nodded, "Si, mi amigo. Cafe, pronto.

After drinking some coffee in Antonio's house and taking a shower in the nearby stream, Ari was dressed and mildly sober and conscious. He blinked his eyes several more times. Antonio approached him in a wife beater and shorts, high white socks and flip-flops. He clapped his hand on Arithon's shoulder, "Amigo, where you go from here I cannot follow. I can, however, give you advice." He sipped his 4th cup of coffee, "This man, Ricardo. Some say he is a demon. Of course, he is no match for you and....whatever you are. "He smiled, "Im glad you're on my side. Anyway, just be careful, Ari. I know you're almost completely invincible, immortal and whatever, but Im sure you must have some weakness." Ari grimaced and yawned, "Yea....................but nothing that he knows about."

As the sun continued to rise Ari set off down the road. He turned around one last time to wave to Antonio. Antonio waved and gave their special signal they had used in the field. Arithon smiled and returned the gesture. As he turned back to face the long road that would lead him through the jungle to Ricardo's casa, his face became hardset in it's determination. "Here I come, Ricky."

Continuation of last post, went over 6500 character limit, sorry for the break. Continuing...

*Arithon lit the cigarette and blinked back a tear*
"He.....had so much momentum. He could barely keep himself from crashing into the guy. I was....I was just taking out the 3rd guy when I heard the shots. At first, I thought that Mario was safe and this guy was goin' for me. And since I knew I wasn't gonna die from the bullets, I was A-OK. But then I turned, just in time to see Mario drop. That guy had to've let off 15 rounds into him."
*Ari clenched his shaking fist as his eyes grew wider*
"I was so....pissed. I...I went to grab him by the throat, but suddenly it was as if I went blind. Then I realized it was taking me over."
*Antonio cocked his head* " 'it'?"
*Arithon looked him in the eyes*
"My birth right. The....whatever is inside me, the worst of it started to escape. I.....I don't know exactly what I did to him, it was such blind rage. But when I was fully aware, conscious again.....there wasnt a piece of him bigger than my fist laying around. I was covered in his blood. I had to get out of there."
*Ari let a tear fall to dampen the cigarette paper, but the fire quickly burnt through it. Antonio looked on with sorrow in his eyes. He leaned in to put a han on Ari's shoulder*
"Ari, it's ok. You did your best. There is nothing you can do now."
*Ari shrugged his hand off* "No, you don't understand....I just told you that story to....to tell you this one, what happened most recently."
*Antonio leaned back in his chair again, sensing Ari was much more troubled than he could've imagined.*
"So now Mario is dead..." Arithon looks Antonio in the eyes, "Or so I thought."
*He leans into Antonio* "Antonio, the entire thing was a set-up! Mario had sensed that I was getting too close, too friendly. he was afraid that soon I would betray him, being immortal and everything of course he was afraid! But I never would've betrayed him! Never! He was my only friend."
*Arithon wiped his nose, "Fuck...."*
He shook it off, took a moment to compose himself, and continued, "So now this other guy takes Mario's place. Kind of. He becomes the middle man between Mario and I, so that I never know where Mario is, never talk to him face to face, and from now on, I refer to this new guy as Boston. Mind you, I never see this guy either. I just hear his voice all the time. So now Mario dictates to this guy, who gives the job to me, and I, like a fucking chump, still work for Mario. I felt like I failed when I failed to protect him, even if they were blanks and Mario was wearing those things they wear in the movies. Still...." He paused to light another cigarette. It was compltely dark outside now, the stars shining brightly, and you could hear the radio inside playing the evening samba music. A girl's laughter could be heard.
*Ari smiled. he hadn't heard that in a long, long time. He shook it off, getting distracted. He turned back to Antonio* "So now I got this most recent job to take out this serial killer that was killing off innocent people, but most of all, had kidnapped a child that belonged to one of Mario's suppliers, big name guy..." Antonio finished his sentence "Ricardo Luchenza". Arithon nodded. "So I'm hired to take this guy out. And finally on the third day, I see this guy get back to his place, and he takes the kid outta the trunk. From the looks of it, the kid is dead. I plug the guy, and when I go to check on the kid, he is, in fact, deceased. So now Ricardo finds out his kid is dead and is furious. He immediately comes to New York, gets Mario, and fucking kills him." Arithon lights yet another cigarette, cursing at the realization he has smoked a pack in 7 hours. He tosses the empty pack over the fence into the neighbors yard. He leans in close to Antonio, "So...that's why I've come here again"

Arithon finds himself at a doorway to a small apartment building on a no-name street in downtown Rio at about 6 PM. The sun is bleeding into the horizon, and it casts a red-yellow glow across the city. Arithon checks the address book he keeps in a secret pocket in his jacket. He takes out his cigarettes as he flips through the pages...."Descada.....Descada....Descada.....Descada.......ah, here we are"
*He double checks the address he has written and the numbers on the door* "This is my boy" he sighs as he lights his Marlboro 27. As he takes the first, sweet drag he approaches the gate in front of the door and raps on the metal, causing a *kish-kish-kish* noise. He hears furniture, a chair, moving inside. Footsteps. The door unlocking. No...not the door. A latch. A part of the wooden door slides open to reveal an astonishing pair of green eyes. He has to look down a bit b/c he is 6'2" and the hole in the door is at approx 5'5". He speaks to the girl in portuguese, asking her where her father is, and if she can fetch him for her. Who are you, she asks. Ari tells her he is an old friend of her fathers, and that she should tell him The Mechanic is at the door. "Si," she manages, and Arithon watches her eyes disappear as the pitter-patter of little feet fills his ears as the child runs off to fetch Ari's friend.
*Arithon stands up and cracks his neck. He watches the sun sink a little lower as he drags his cigarette and does a french inhale. In these sidestreets the wind never came at this hour "Beautiful...." Ari whispers*
*Arithon hears footsteps approaching the door and turns to face the man he knows will open it. The door opens to both men finding familiar faces, and Antonio Descada's wrinkled, sun-tanned features crack into a smile. "Ari! Where have you been? It's been so long! Come in! Come in!" Antonio opens the gate to admit Arithon into his snug apartment.
Antonio motions to his wife and speaks in Spanish for her to get refreshments and food, "Ari, are you hungry? Livia just baked some phenomenal enchiladas, she's world renonwned for her cooking." A voice comes from the kitchen, "Ay, Antonion, quit filling this boy's head with lies. My enchiladas are good, not incredible. Hush, just eat."
*Arithon and Antonio are left alone in the cramped living room with a couch, a chair and a table. No television, but a radio against the far wall near the window by the door. You can see the sun glinting off the dials as it sets below the windowsill, falling almost completely into the night.*
Antonio turns to Ari, still grinning,"So Ari, what brings you to Rio de Janeiro? I hope it's......" Antonio sees the smile has faded from Arithon's face. It has been replaced with a look of lament and sorrow, but behind it lays barely controlled rage. Antonio's smile quickly reverses to a frown, 'Um...perhaps we should speak outside, yes? Bueno, vamos a qui." Antonion leads Ari back through the house, through the kitchen, to a small door beside the stove. He unlocks the 5 locks on the door, from the floor to the ceiling, and with a little force, manages to yank the door open, and he and Ari proceed down the short staircase to the little area behind the house, a loosely coined "backyard".
*Antonio turns to Arithon, wipes his brow, puts his hands on his hips, and looks Ari straight in the eyes*
"Ari, what is the problem?"
*Arithon reaches into his pocket for a cigarette, "Ricardo" is all he says, as he lights his cigarette. Antonio is silent, obviously requiring more of a response. Arithon lets the smoke out and continues. "You taught me everything I know. I spent 5 years down here, hunting criminals with you. My birth gift helps me, as well as being immortal, but....." Arithon looks to the sky as the stars begin to shine. "Things are not going as I expected them to."
*Antonio finds a lawn chair, and with come grunts and slowly, he settles into it, producing a pipe from his pocket, packs it, borrows Ari's lighter, and puffs on it a minute before answering. *
"Ari, you know I always told you 'expect the unexpected'. What could've surprised you so much as to cause you so much distress?"
*Arithon took a seat across from Antonio, running his fingers through his hair as he pulls from the cigarette in his mouth. "My employer, Bost--....aw fuck it, his name was Mario. Mario, the only guy I knew in the city, only guy in the United States. I only met him once or twice, but we knew to keep it impersonal. You can't become friends with someone when your business is murder."
He exhaled to a cloud of smoke into the night-air. "But we slipped. We started hanging out. He realized that I was the best hitman he had ever employed, so he decided to make me his personal bodyguard. We started hanging out more often, practically on a daily basis. We became close. For 4 years this went on. I killed countless amounts of men who threatened him, and while I was his bodyguard, he payed me $1000 for every body I dropped that came at him." Arithon took another drag, the burning ember lighting up his eyes as he could practically see it all happening again. He let it out slowly, "Luckily for me, Mario had lots of enemies. I made a bundle of money protecting that guy."
*Arithon crushed out the cigarette on his bare forearm. Antonio cringed as he watched him do that, to see Ari's flesh smoldering. He removed the cigarette, and watched the flesh heal instantly. He flicked the butt over the fence. He resumed his story*
"Anyway, so one night he goes out to this club and I go with him, of course. We're dancing, drinking, chilling, having a good time. All of a sudden I see 3 guys with Mac 10's, and they fucking unload on the crowd. Bullets flying everywhere, and on a packed dancefloor, almost every bullet hit something.....someone."
*Ari fumbled for his cigarettes as he shakingly dragged out yet another*
"And......and of course they were after Mario," He nervously chuckled to himself. " Everybody was fucking after that guy. But he was my friend, you know? I trusted him, he trusted me. So.....so I'm firing back at these guys, and I take out two. Im reloading, about to cap the third guy, when outta nowhere, 1 guy busts in from the backdoor with a loaded semi-automatic rifle, and Mario was headed for the back door. He caught him face to face"

(Oops. Made a mistake, pretend Arithon asked for a portal to Rio De Janeiro. Problem solved )

*Arithon emerges from the portal to find himself on top of Christ the Redeemer, the famous statue that portrays Christ above all of Rio, protecting them...or redeeming. Arithon's face was stripped of all emotion. He stood almost a mile above the city, staring down at the incredibly crowded metropolis.*
"I know you bastards are out there somewhere....."
*He had known who had killed Boston from the accent the man had on the phone. Also, Ari had had his suspicions when he found the dead boy in the first place. He had an idea the boy was most likely Brazilian. He just didn't know he was the son of the boss of one of the biggest drug cartels in South America. Of course, cocaine was their main product, but they also bought heroin from the CIA and sold weed that eventually filtered through to your average teenager in Podunk, Idaho.
The man Ari was after was vicious. He had killed his own brother to make sure he inherited the family business, not him. And then, when he got impatient because his old man just wouldn't die, he suffocated him in his bed. This man hired hookers and would abuse them for days before making them choke to death on rat poison and moth balls. He was one despicable SOB, and the kind Ari had a passion for taking out.
"Now you've really pissed me off, Ricardo. You can't even begin to imagine the forces at work against you. You will pay with your life for your crimes."
*Arithon jumped down from the statue, landing in the ground and forming a small crater in the granite in front of the statue.*
*Arithon got up, and looked up at the statue. He wasn't a huge believer in God, but he prayed every now and then, and he figured that since he was not exactly normal, either God had chosen him specifically, or some other weird powers were at work. Nevertheless, he approached the basin of holy water at the foot of the statue, dipped his fingers in, and motioned the cross, head to chest, shoulder to shoulder. From beneath his jacket he withdrew a cross he wore on a chain. He kissed it.

*As he placed the cross back inside his shirt, he turned to face the city. The wind whipped his hair around his face as his eyes stared down at the thriving economy that was Brazil.

"May God have mercy on your soul"

*Arithon began the slow walk down the mountain*

I meant Jean, not Arian, about the daughter part. But you know that. Sry for dbl post

At 10/4/04 03:49 AM, Gwyn_ap_Rhys wrote:

*Arian sighs and looks to Ari.*
I'm glad your on my side, but make no mistakes, I don't fully trust you yet. I have learned to become wary of Lawrence and his men. I'm sorry, but although I want to believe you are my friend, I have to be cautious. Lawrence and Damien are both well over two thousand years old, and very powerful... now that they have declared open war on me, you are in danger as my ally, but I will always welcome a new friend.

"Dude...harsh." Arithon's face is like a lost puppy. Anyone who didn't know him well might suspect he was about to burst into tears. Suddenly his face becomes one of non-chalance. He shrugs, "Myeh, understandable. But hey, I wanna learn telepathy and mind-talkin, too." He crushes out his cigarette. "I never been to Japan and wouldn't mind going, but....I don't think I'll follow you. I....well....." He spits on the ground and sighs, "Hooooo boy....this is embarassing. Um...Arian, I dont exactly know how to teleport yet and, well.....I fear that at the current rate things are going, if you were to say, call me in Japan for something in London, it might take me a whole day to get there, ya know? So.......I hate to sound like a whiny bitch, but....." He grimaces, looking nauseas, as if the only way he can get the words out is to vomit, "......Can I come with? I'll chill out, I know a couple people in Japan. By proxy, of course, friends of past employers. I might get a job or two, who knows. However long it takes you, it's cool. And since you are a little wary of me, which is totally cool, I'll stay out of your hair. Just lemme know when the time comes."

*Arithon sees Arian walk through the portal to Japan, and he sees the sun rising to the east*
"Wow..." Arithon stands dumbfounded for a moment, taking in the mountains and boats and glistening sunlight off the water. "That is truly gorgeous. Well,"
*He turns to Arian*
"Sorry about your daughter and all, I'm glad she's safe. Good luck with Rebel. From what I've heard I'm sure he wouldn'tve hurt her."
*Ari turns and walks to the Japan portal*

I still have yet to meet all the players in this game....Arian is one cool guy, and definitely trustworthy, so it seems. But what is Rebel after? Lawrence wants those ruins, and he's teamed with that Damien dude I fought. But what is Rebel's deal? Man, I really wish I could mindtalk or whatever. That would be so much easier.

As Arithon stepped out of the portal into the morning sun on the faaar east side, his cell phone immediately begins to ring. "I'm blowin up!" Ari shouts, causing some local fishermen to become startled and start whispering furiously amongst themselves. "Geez, chill out people. Konichiwa an shit" He presses the "Call" button and puts the phone to his ear.

"'Allo? Hey Boston what's up...............no, I'm in Japan man. I left NYC rather unexpectedly and..........yea dude, I shot that fucker through the heart, bada bing, bada boom.................the kid? Yea I saw the kid. he was dead though. I made sure to check him before i left and the cops came. Cold as ice...........................He was what?!? Who's son?! Are you fucking kidding me?!..............They think I did it? Why didn't you tell them it was that psycho seri--...........You did? And they still think it was me? God dammit........Boston, you gotta tell em man. Tell em I----Hello? hello?"
*Arithon hears the sound of a gunshot and a body drop. There is a silence for a moment. Then Arithon can hear somebody picking up the phone, "I want my revenge, you mother fuck. You are dead like your friend here, eh? You fucked up, man! Real bad! *CLICK*
"Arithon slowly pulls the phone away from his ear, staring at the receiver trying to picture the only person he had been remotely close to for the past 5 years, in a morbid sort of way, "Boston........"Arithon's grip tightens around his cellular phone so tightly that it is crushed beneath his fingers. "You.....mother........fuckers....." He is talking through his clenched teeth, hissing every word.

*Arithon turns promptly around and jumps back through the portal Blair had provided. Blair was startled to see Arithon return. Arithon approaches Blair rather quickly*
"Blair! I need a portal to Sao Paolo NOW!"

At 10/3/04 02:00 PM, Gwyn_ap_Rhys wrote: *Arian nods and turns back to Jean and Arithon.*
So gentlemen, what do you plan to do now?

Ari graciously accepts the cigarettes being passed to him by Blair, "Oh man, you are a lifesaver! And they're even my brand! Blair buddy, I owe you one." Ari quickly packs them, draws out a Marlboro 27, lights it, and chills on it for a moment as he contemplates Arian's inquiry.
"Well.....I would like to think that I can trust you guys. I've never trusted, nor been given reason to trust, anyone in my entire life. But you guys seem different. Jean, you have concern for your daughter. I respect that. I wish my father had a ounce of respect for me"
*He pauses to drag his cigarette, and as he exhales, says..."C'est la vie" He then turns to Arian*
"And you,Arian. You're a cool guy. Besides the fact that we're all approximately the same age, you and I are the only ones who look in their prime. These other guys are all...well....old. You seem like you like to keep shit in order, I respect that in a man. I'm somewhat of a neat freak myself, despite the extremely unkempt appearance. But......ah, hold on a sec"
*He digs into his pocket, finds his cell phone, and turns it on*
"I always forget to turn this on. I might as well carry rocks in my pocket. Anyway, like I was saying, I feel that I can trust you. You're like the brother that I never had.......and have recently met. But that's cool."
*He finishes his cigarette by using the ember to light another one and drops the finished one on the ground, crushing it underneath his boot*
"And about Lawrence and Rebel and that Damien dude I was fighting, well.....my spidey sense tells me they're not friends, despite the fact he tried to kill me. Or I attacked him first...." He waves his hands in the air, indicating verbal submission, "whatever. The point is I'm with you where ever we go. Consider me a lost dog." He grins as he takes another drag, "Hell, I even smell like one, too. Anyhoo, if Japan is our destination, then let's go! I frikkin love sake."

At 10/2/04 07:06 PM, Gwyn_ap_Rhys wrote: *Arian walks to Arithon, looking him over.*
We have just met, and already you jump to fight by me, why? Regadless, you have my thanks.

(Sorry about double post, but they came and I had to rush)

Arithon was drenched in sweat, panting heavily from concentrating on bringing himself back down from his borderline-mania. As he noticed Arian speaking to him, he shoved his arm behind it back, for it was still partially made of shadow. He could feel his arm, bu it wasn't the same. It was like....smoke. Feeling smoke. Needless to say, it was very odd. As he felt his hand return to it's normal state, he cracked his knuckles and scratched his head while examining his boot, a little embarassed.

"Well, uh.....I......um.....well, to be honest....I didn't really...ya know...have any friends or anything. So, it was like......ya know....you were pretty nice and everything and...uh...I just....felt I shoouuuuld, uh, return the favor, ya know? Kinda like that, I guess."
*Ari realized Arian looked somewhat puzzled, and felt like an ass for talking like a 15 year old boy*
"Look, I don't know what is completely going on or who's who and what's what. All I know is that you were the first person that's been nice to me without knowing me in the slightest. Hell, you invited me into your house when I was holding a loaded HK5 and lookin' to use it. If that isn't trust, I don't know what is. Besides, I hate people that do generally bad things like, kidnapping and that shit."
*Arithon silently curses to himself as he digs in his pockets for a smoke*
"And look, I know I said I was a hitman before, which is true. But maybe I didn't make it clear that I generally only hit people that've done something bad. Really bad. Ya know, there was this architect once, big name dude, built building all over the world. And he wanted this plot of land to build a new hotel. But this mom-an-pop old B&B wouldnt move, wouldn't sell out. So he hired me to plug em'. I was like 'fuck that', and he got all pissed and tried to kill me, so I gladly killed him instead. Whatever."
*He looks at all the faces in the room, his face a mixture of sadness, anguish, and despair*
"*sigh*........I'm begging you......does anyone have a cigarette?"

As Arithon readies himself to leap at Damien from the hole in the wall he has created which was cushioned by his back, he sees someone in a tornado of wind and rock and fire. Aah.....who is that? Is it Arian? Arithon begins to gnash his teeth, worried that if he didn't act now, that massive....thing might be unleashed on him. "There is no way I am taking the brunt of that monstrousity." Arithon began to get severely pissed. He could feel his head heating up, his eyes melting into shadow. No Ari! Don't do it! You can control it! Just calm....down!

He could hear the voices of the monks in his head, how they couldn't understand what devil-magic he possessed, what caused him to become some demon of pure darkness. They used to pour cold water over him and chant over and over, keeping him chained to the floor. He was young then, and not yet strong enough, certainly not to break chains. After 12 hours of straight incantation they could bring him down, and he would be exhausted. He generally slept for several days. Now, he was no better. He had still never completely unleashed whatever lay dormant inside of him. He had simply learned to control the simpler forms of his power.

He was getting worse and worse. His arms began to melt into shadow, and his sword seemed to slide...into him, into his liquid arm of darkness. ?!?! What is....what?! That was a new one. He remembered the words of the old man that he had acidentally driven mad with shadows and visions. Remember Ari, you are a special boy, and an incredibly powerful one. You must use your powers wisely. Don't let women and fame and fortune take a guise in the form of a friend; people will use you. It is the nature of mankind. Be careful. Aaaaand then Ari had made him crazy, but it was an accident!

Arithon remembered the chant the monks had taught him, and he repeated it over and over and was eventually able to calm down.

Right before he was able to finish, however, he saw a column of fire and hot rocks and all types of madness come his way. He was distressed, but suddenly a whie light enveloped the entire group. He was transported to a chamber with Arian and the rest.

(sorry, comoputer guys hear to fix the connection, gotta run., Sanctuary)

Haha, you bastard! Sorry dude, but.....Sanctuary. Wont be back

Aw fuck! Dude, unexpected chores to do. I don't know if Ill be back b/c Im leaving at 6 tonight. if I dont get back on before then, Sorry for postponing our battle Damien. If you wanna go on to something else and skip it, just assume I teleport hella far away or you teleport or something...but if you're willing to wait, I am. *grin*

At 10/2/04 04:37 PM, -sandwich- wrote: Damien's silhouette gradually appears out of the smoke as he approaches the man, "Why am I not surprised to see that you're the violent type, it's a shame, you aren't some tight-assed noble hero like a lot of the others." Damien flings one arm to the side, grabbing the gun as it flies from his sleeve. He shoots the man twice in the chest and the rushes up and swings the sword sideways, hoping to decapitate the man early in the fight.

*Arithon takes the slugs in the chest, causing him to wince a bit, but his eyes stay focused on Damien. He sees him rushing towards him, sword drawn to the side, obviously preparing to attempt a decapitation. Hehe, this guy thinks I'm some kinda chump. He better not make me really angry if he knows what's good for him... Arithon lowers his head, causing his hair to fall across his face. He keeps his eyes focused on Damien, although now they are nothing more than slits with pupils. Suddenly his hair seems to melt all over him. As Damien near Ari, his cocoon is almost complete. He suddenly disppears and reappears 20 feet behind Damien, "Pop goes the weasel, mother fucker!" He unleashes the M4A1 automatic capability, spraying 10-20 bullets into Damiens spine and skull. He spots his case in the rubble and 50 feet from him

So that's where it fell when I came through that portal....Hmm...I could use those Lapua rounds.... He sprints across to his case as he reloads a second grenade with his free fingers while keeping his sword in his hand.

At 10/2/04 04:25 PM, -sandwich- wrote:
Damien turns and glares at the man harshly. "I'm with the guy I've always been with...him!" Damien points to the man fighting with the staff.
"I probably don't have a lot of time before Jean comes running back through that wall. But I am against Arian, against Jean, Abner, Carpenter, and anyone else who will try to stop us from reaching the ruins. If you don't want to fight then piss off, 'cause it's pretty chaotic here right now."

Arithon is taken aback, but quickly smiles, "Aww, somebody didn't eat their wheaties this morning. Why so grumpy, papa bear?" Arithon brings his sword to the ready as he brings his M4A1 grenade launcher level with Damien's gut. "But since it was Sir Master Captain Arian that invited me into his house OH so cordially." He cocks his head to one side and widens his eyes, and feigns pouting.

"I guess that makes you my opposite-of-friend."

*With that he pulls the trigger and sends a grenade round launching into Damien's gut. At the same time he dives to the side to avoid any counter-attack this Damien was sure to send back. He lands on his feet 10 feet to the left of where he stood previously, pretty near to the edge of the building that had recently been remodeled.

At 10/2/04 03:00 PM, -sandwich- wrote: "Let's do this, Jean, but I warn you, this is a big mistake."
Damien runs up to Jean and grabs him, throwing him into the air and then launching a lance of hot white light at him. The light catches him in the chest and sends him flying through the nearest wall.
"I'm sorry I took so long to act, Lawrence, let's eliminate these two and be done with it." Damien says quietly, without any cockiness in his voice.

*Arithon lands onto the scene not far from Damien, just in time to see him hurl Jean into the air with the bolt of light. "Whoa dude....harsh." Arithon turns to look at Damien. "Why'd you go and do that, man? I thought you were cool. You're not Rebel or Grey. Are you friends with them?" Arithon slowly reaches behind him and draws his sword. "Cuz if you are....I'm just asking, not lookin to fight. I don't know WHO the fuck is with who, it's like being in Mexico on Father's Day, ya know?" He laughs to himself, but quickly clears his throat and resumes his seriousness.

"No, but seriously, who are you with?"

Arithon stands dumbfounded as it appears almost everyone is gone. He turns his head left and right, gnashing his teeth on his Marlboro 27. "What the fuck?! God DAMMIT!" He kicks at the pavement. "There's not even anything nearby worth breaking! AARRGG!!" Thoroughly infuriated and bewildered, he sees Blair and some fucked up rip in the universe. "Dude....these guys are fucked up." He slowly approaches Blair, and as he does he notices something going on inside this....portal.

*He leans in closer and sees.......Arian? Aaaaand some other guy he didn't recognize. He could also vaguely make out 2 other individuals nearby the two. Whoa, those guys are goin at it.....hehe, hey, those shadows...that's my trick!

*Arithon turns to Blair, "Hey pal, I gotta pay to use this thing?" Blair stares back blankly at Arithon. Arithon lightly chuckles, then his laughter fades away. "Geez, lighten up man. Just kidding....Sheesh." He peers one more time to see news helicopters come crashing into Arian, an ice dome encasing the building, vines an lightning an crazy shit all over the place. "Now that's what I call a fight!" Arithon grins as he runs over to pick up his case and M4A1. "Here I come, bitches!" He runs and leaps into the portal.

(Sanctuary, back in a couple hours prolly, or maybe not till tomorrow. I hope the penthouse is still standing by then)

My question is when can another RP start? Do we have to wait until the current one is over? I am an active participant in the current RP, but it's my first, and therefore am unsure as to how another one might begin.

Can anyone help me out with an answer? It would be greatly appreciated.

Arithon came off the plane and set his foot down in England for the first time. He grinned and lit a cigarette, "I hereby declare this land Arithonia!" He chortled as he collected his assorted bags. Well, actually he didn't have any. He just brought his guns (hidden from plain view, of course), his rifle in it's case in his right hand, carrying the M4A1 in his left. He had $5,000 in cash on him, and he was fairly sure London had banks. He moved off to the side as to let the others off the plane.

*He approached a man talking on a cellular telephone, and as he got closer the man hung up. He seemed to be frowning as he surveyed the rest of the men. Arithon walked up to him, set his case down, and extended his hand.*
"Jean, right? Thanks for providing the jet and everything man. Much appreciated. I hate flying normally, but that jet was prety smooth. Oh, and thanks for explaining about that Grey dude. He sounds kinda nuts too, btu then again, who isnt?"
*He turned around to see the others getting off the plane*
"C'MON, YA SLOWPOKES! LONDON'S WAITIN!"
*He turned back to Jean grinning*
"So what's the plan from here, chief?"

At 9/30/04 09:22 PM, Witch_King wrote:

"I'm ready to head out whenever the rest of you are. Make it quick though, I wanna get there before Grey gets killed by someone else."

"Yea man, who's this Grey dude?" Arithon crushes out his cigarette on his boot. He whips his hair back as he brings his head up, smiling broadly. "He sounds like a fun guy to play with." He pulls out another cigarette. "Yea yea, I'm a chain-smoker" he mutters to himself.

At 9/30/04 07:06 PM, Noctournal_Bard wrote: (Not sure how many people are ultimately going to London... Arian and Jean will be there soon though it seems)

Hey, count me in

At 9/30/04 02:16 PM, Witch_King wrote: Crapenter reaches into his coat and pulls out his two daggers and his 9mm handgun. "This is all the weaponry I have with me, and my axe is in South America. So I'm going to need to get my hands on another weapon."

"Well, if my eyes do serve me correctly, there appears to be a large stockpile of various and assorted weaponry lying in the middle of the room. I'm pretty much set myself, buuut...."
*He gets up and walks over the the pile of weapons, fishing through handguns and rifles for something he may want. "Ah! Beautiful." He digs his hand deep into the pile, quickly emerging with an M4A1 Carbine with grenade launcher and full-auto capability*
"This is what I could use"
*He fishes around and grabs several clips*
He looks at Carpenter
"See anything ya like?"

Where is everybody today? Myeh!

At 9/29/04 11:20 PM, Noctournal_Bard wrote:

No of course not, its not like its going to harm any of us.
*Arian sits in one of the high backed chairs strewn about the room.*
Sounds like the feeling you got is your immortal sense. You see every immortals more or less has the ability to feel the presence of others of their kind. Some of us though are more sensitive then others for unknown reasons. From your description you must be about as sensitive to it as I am. Its good your getting used to it though.
*He stares off into the distance a moment.*
A sniper hmm? I'm a marksman myself, never been a hitman though. I suppose its a better job then some, but not really my style. Here take a look at this...
*Arian runs up the stairs and returns shortly with Arawn. The large rifle is nearly as long as he is tall.*
I call it Arawn, it's my own creation. Under average conditions he can launch a thirty millemeter anti-tank slug almost a mile. Its a bit too unwieldly for a human, but it's not made for a human.
*He smiles as he places it on a long table for inspection.*
He's not loaded so feel free to take a look. You'll never find a normal weapon company that can make something even close to him.

"Ooooohhhh..." Arithon oogles at the weapon on the table. it was frikkin huge. It sure looked like it could fire anti-tank rounds, and that was absolutely insane. Imagine the kick on this baby....
He picks it up gently from the table, as if fearing to drop it and break it or something, when in reality if he dropped it he would most likely damage the floor. It was heavy, but that was expected. It reminded him of a weapon he saw once on an anime series he enjoyed watching, "Hellsing" (NOT "Van Helsing", which is a crappy movie). "Ah, this is......*whistles*.....this is quite a fine gun. Wouldn't wanna be on the receiving end of this gargantuan."
*He sets the gun back down on the table in time to raise his head to hear Arian's inquiry:
*Arian sits and looks at Carpenter and Arithon.*
So gentlemen, London's calling... what's your plan from here? Going to stick to New York?

Arithon ponders for a moment. "Weeelll....*he scratches his chin*. I don't have any friends here besides you guys...." A smile spreads across his face, bearing all his teeth in a shit-eating grin, "Sure, why the hell not? When do we leave? My car is parked outside but it's severely protected. I don't exactly have a standard alarm system. I'm pretty packed with my weapons...lemme see....uh..Oh! My rifle! fuckin a....Duh!" He slaps his forehead. "Back in a sec" He wraps his arms around himself and darkness comes from his feet up to his head, enveloping him. A moment later the shadow disperses and he is gone. he reappears a few minutes later, but on top of the chair instead of on the floor, "There, I...whoooaaaa" he waves his arms as he almost loses his balance. he hops down from the chair. "Hehe..I, uh...haven't exactly mastered that yet. I'm getting better though. I used to end up in my shower or my neighbors apartment sometimes. Made for really sticky situations."

He plops his rifles carrying case down on the table, pulls out another cigarette, lights it, and exhales as he asks, "So when we leaving to meet all these Limeys?"

Boy, I'm tired! Sanctuary