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Post by Mykel Rahs on Aug 9, 2010 2:23:02 GMT -8
"Trystehn. My brother. The one I killed." He said softly, slipping back into the water. "Anyhow, I'm being pathetic. You can head off to find someone else to hang out with."
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Post by Vergil von Wulf on Aug 9, 2010 2:25:45 GMT -8
"Yu ahr be-eeng vhat everyvohn es Mai-khul. Hyu-mahn." Vergil stayed sitting by the edge of the pool with his legs crossed. He offered Mykel a soft smile, "I ahm puhrfectly cohntent be-eeng heer eff yu do noht mind."
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Post by Mykel Rahs on Aug 9, 2010 2:27:46 GMT -8
Mykel shrugged. "I don't mind." He said softly, swimming away a bit, then back towards Vergil. "So where are you from, what's your power?"
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Post by Vergil von Wulf on Aug 9, 2010 2:32:10 GMT -8
Vergil tucked his hands under his arms and watched Mykel comfortably from where he decided to stay. "I ahm fruhm Bundesrepublik Deutschland- Gher-mahny." He flipped his hair out of his face with a half-nodded flick of his head, "My power.. I su-poseh vohn vould cahl et 'suhmon-eeng?'"
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Post by Mykel Rahs on Aug 9, 2010 2:35:21 GMT -8
"Summoning? HOw's that work?"
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Post by Vergil von Wulf on Aug 9, 2010 2:37:20 GMT -8
Vergil tapped the case on his hip, "Vhith cahrds. My dehk choh-s me und I ahm bound tu et." He shifted a little at the edge, the glistening onyx beads on his arms still attentive to the world around him.
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Post by Mykel Rahs on Aug 9, 2010 2:42:45 GMT -8
"That's.... pretty cool, but sounds epic weird." Mykel blinked a few times.
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Post by Vergil von Wulf on Aug 9, 2010 2:43:52 GMT -8
"..Vhat es 'ehpic?'" Vergil asked Mykel, not having heard the expression before.
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Post by Mykel Rahs on Aug 9, 2010 2:44:26 GMT -8
"Means.... really. It sounds really weird, is what I meant to say, sorry."
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Post by Vergil von Wulf on Aug 9, 2010 2:46:18 GMT -8
"Oh! Vow. Du yu ahl havf deeferent vords for cohmon vohns?" Vergil inquired now, wondering if he needed a book to read up on or something of that sort. Epic... it sounded neat. "Et vhas veird to luhrn.. Vould yu lyke tu see an ex-ahmpuhl?"
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Post by Mykel Rahs on Aug 9, 2010 2:47:13 GMT -8
Mykel nodded quietly. "I'd love to." He slid from the water again, sitting next to the boy.
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Post by Vergil von Wulf on Aug 9, 2010 2:55:55 GMT -8
Vergil shyly stood and took a few steps back, the beads on his arm tightening like a snake as the trinity knot on his middle finger shimmered in anticipation. He flipped open the leather, deck case and tapped the top gently to whisper to it, "Flug, ich brauche dich.." A card made itself known by rising willingly, allowing him to take it out.
He threw it in the air and punched the backside with the ring on his fisted hand, the card freezing upright, vertically parallel to the floor as if it was up against an invisible wall. He turned his fist and unlocked it.
Out of the card, a wind whipped out and temporarily wrapped itself around Vergil then vanished, making him wince when it struck him in the back and entered. Two very white wings sprouted from his back, a few pristine feathers littering the floor, two landing in the water. He rolled his shoulders and released the breath he had been holding while the two wings stretched upward. Awkwardly, he stood at the side of the pool still testing them both with the stretching exercises Alastair would make him go through when they practiced with this card.
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Post by Mykel Rahs on Aug 9, 2010 2:57:23 GMT -8
Mykel stood, almost reverently. "Wow...." he whispered, reaching out to lightly touch a wing. "You.... look very beautiful like that...."
(Mykel. you whore.)
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Post by Vergil von Wulf on Aug 9, 2010 2:59:17 GMT -8
The wing gave a twitch but did not move away, Vergil reaching out to touch one as well, "Et takes sum gehteeng used tu buht I ahm vehry fond ofv thess cahrd.."
(xD)
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Post by Mykel Rahs on Aug 9, 2010 3:00:18 GMT -8
Mykel blushed hard, and kissed Vergil's cheek. "Angel wings. Reason for that?"
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