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Post by Leon Archer on Jan 21, 2012 21:26:10 GMT -5
Leon. The name meaning lion. Was he purposely named that because of what he was? He held, in his hand, a thin golden sword. He had stolen it from a wealthy merchant passing by back in ancient Greece. The ruby imbedded in the hilt shone like a drop of rich red blood.
Archer. He was no master of the bow and arrow, but he was decent. He could pull back the thick rope of the bow as far as he wanted without noticing because his fingers were as hard as steel, and felt no pain. His father called him archer for a reason he would withhold to himself for eternity. He kept his secrets.
Leon blinked, his smoky green eyes studying the ceiling absentmindedly. He hopped off his bunk, sheathing his flashing golden sword with a yawn. His fangs glinted a pearly white. He was in the mood for demigod. The regulations here declared that they stem their hunger best they could, or else they would be noticed one day. Like he cared about the rules.
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Post by Carter Velius (Arcane) on Jan 23, 2012 18:00:47 GMT -5
"In a hurry, are we?" came a deep voice, seemingly too deep for the body it came from. Arcane had long lived in the Subways of New York. He'd gotten word a few months ago that there was a little settlement for monsters like him.
Some might mistake him for human, but those people were fools. There was something in his eyes that told he was special - different. He stood apart from the world the mortals knew. A world he was determined to end, but all in due time. For now, he would sit back in the shadows and pick off a few mortals and the occasional demigod for a little snack.
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Post by Leon Archer on Jan 24, 2012 8:25:12 GMT -5
Leon turned around, sensing Arcane before he spoke. His smoky green eyes locked on his, and he gave him a small but sly smile. "No, not at all, actually. I was going to go for a walk."
Leon didn't really take a liking in the other monsters. They were all different, with different personalities much like the mortals were. The odd thing was, each one of the monsters were unpleasant in their own way. It was hard to communicate with each other. He tilted his head slightly to the side before speaking again. "Leon Archer, son of the Nemean lion." He grabbed a wooden chair nearby, grippping onto the armrest. The wood splintered under the grip as hard as iron. He shook the splinters from his hand, with not a scratch. He looked at Arcane after his demonstration.
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Post by Carter Velius (Arcane) on Jan 24, 2012 17:51:49 GMT -5
"Yeah, I've heard that one before...," Arcane muttered, sarcastically. Watching the little show Leon seemed to be putting on, he tried not to laugh. Though he was a bit impressed, he wasn't going to show it. "Arcane, son of Ladon," he said, taking it as his turn. For the demonstration, he caused the air around him to darken into a black mist, which he swirled around him, concealing him from view.
Dispersing the mist, Arcane leaned against the wall, looking at the broken splinters of wood now on the floor. "Such a waste of chair...." Arcane was, unlike most other monsters, rather mortal when it came to communicating, which is one thing he both loved and hated himself for. He blamed it on his habit of living amongst mortals and demigods for a while, before getting them alone for a snack.
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Post by Leon Archer on Jan 24, 2012 22:26:03 GMT -5
Leon raised an eyebrow, making no comment in reply. He watched Arcane for a moment, deciding that he had a plausible personality for a monster, though he shouldn't be the one to judge. He wondered what was so funny because usually, monsters greeted each other by showing what exactly they were and their abilities. The son of Ladon was the first he had seen to make a joke of it.
Leon watched with a look of minimal interest in his eyes, though really he was perplexed. What was the black mist used for, he wondered? He would love to try out and find out sometime. He wondered just how strong Arcane was. The thought usually passed his mind for all the people he met and exchanged greetings with. The demigods and mortals were long dead by now for he had eaten them. The monsters were the most fun to understand in the latter and practice against. It didn't bode well for monsters to be slaying monsters, so he kept himself reserved in that point. Just practicing was satisfying enough to taste the other's powers.
Leon raised an eyebrow at his comment, smoky green blue gaze flitting momentarily to the splinters of wood that was once the arm of the chair. "You can still sit in it." He replied with the blunt comment. Not being the sociable kind with other monsters, he lacked the ability to get to know a person at first conversation. Once he was comfortable talking to someone was when the slyness and plotting came.
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Post by Carter Velius (Arcane) on Jan 25, 2012 14:10:28 GMT -5
Arcane had only given a small demonstration of his power, as that was his habit. His real power lay in his true form - a black dragon with blood thirsty fangs and claws able to skin a mortal in seconds. Another of his little gifts would be his swordfighting skills, he supposed. Most humanoid monsters had about as much skill as mortals, these days. Not him. No, Arcane could rival some of the gods. The black mist was merely used for espionage and generally threatening the poor victim who had come across him.
Glancing at the chair, he sighed. "Yeah, but it's not as comfortable." Arcane was really an odd monster. Unlike most, he really didn't throw himself into training and eating 24/7. Instead, he was confident enough with his abilities, he could simply take a break every now and then. Rest in a chair - such as the one that was now without an arm. It was his favorite, too. The people who made it had somehow actually made it more for comfort than crude use, whether that be purposefully or not, he didn't care. It was nice. Now, it was broken. But Arcane could always find a new one.
"So, where were you really off to?" he asked, wanting something to do and hoping Leon was about to go somewhere fun... or appetizing.
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Post by Leon Archer on Jan 26, 2012 9:00:01 GMT -5
Leon was still analyzing him with watchful eyes. Obviously he was hiding his full strength. He himself was not a very capable monster, with a little power for protecting only parts of himself. He made up for that with his cunning slyness.
He decided to be friendly with Arcane, giving him a smile and shrugging, "I honestly was going out for a walk...maybe train a little bit." He fingered the hilt of his sword. He preferred his humanoid form when fighting anyway, so he would use the practice.
(Ugh...lazy)
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Post by Carter Velius (Arcane) on Jan 26, 2012 19:29:03 GMT -5
(Haha, it's fine...)
"Train?" Arcane asked, arching an eyebrow. He'd been curious with this guy as he seemed to be special. After learning his heritage and witnessing a small amount of his power, Arcane decided he may just be a potential rival. Being the son of the Nemean Lion, Leon must have more power and skill to him than crushing the arm of a wooden chair, so Arcane may just decide to take an interest in him.
"Training sounds like fun... need a sparring partner?" Resting his hand on the hilt of his celestial bronze scimitar, which he'd taken from a tasty demigod from the Middle East, Arcane took a step forward and paused two feet from Leon, meeting his eyes with his own, swirling gray.
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Post by Leon Archer on Jan 27, 2012 18:32:07 GMT -5
Leon took a step back, not really wanting to get too close to anyone, even if he was a monster. It might have looked like a defensive move, but it was deceiving. He was a master of deceiving. He just didn't trust anyone and was quite the cautious kind of guy. He guessed he could get a rival. Though the son of Ladon sounded like a strong opponent, maybe the strength he hid wasn't all that strong. Maybe. Leon never underestimated his opponents.
"A sparring partner would be very much nicer than a dummy. Or going out to find a worthy demigod that would still end up as food." Leon readily agreed with him, in other words, consenting to his request for being his practicing partner. He eyed the golden scimitar at the monster's side, deciding that that was his weapon of choice. His own impenetrable hand fingered the hilt of his own sword at his side. He almost mirrored Arcane, being a left-handed monster-or left pawed, for that matter. "Yes, that's fine."
(You wanna make the thread?)
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Post by Pyralis Demos on Jan 27, 2012 23:24:46 GMT -5
Arcane grinned, turning and walking out into the little settlement and turning toward the tunnels, not checking to see that Leon was keeping up. He should know the way, by now. Pausing, he debated on how hard he would go on him. He decided to take things a little easier at first, though he wasn't about to underestimate Leon, either. After all, a son of the Nemean Lion should never be underestimated.
(sure)
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