Posts by Wrathfang

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❝Do not trust the Master of Knowledge.
He awoke, 324 Recordus-Historium, amidst the battle of Dark and Truth.
"Construct my temples, my houses of books," he spoke,
"And I shall grant you access to the knowledge of victory."
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"Wrath will likely attack if you approach at all. Additionally, the Fourstone is always roughly the size of a cat, and always bears four distinct, evenly-spaced dots upon it's surface- hence the name Fourstone. But like Jasper said, it could be located anywhere- even too far into the brickwork to be located. If you find the stone, find me immediately, as I may be able to speak to Wrath better than you may. But above all else, if he starts to attack: Run. The hell. Away. He's not as strong as Demise, but he's still one hell of a fighter." said Knowledgefinder.

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He wrote his binding language, they signed his darkened deals.
His temples built, mortals went to reap,
But deceived they had been, told their knowledge was within their temples.
Those who searched were lost forever, and his name must not be forgot;
YZXSTUHL.❞[/fancypost]

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❝Do not trust the Master of Knowledge.
He awoke, 324 Recordus-Historium, amidst the battle of Dark and Truth.
"Construct my temples, my houses of books," he spoke,
"And I shall grant you access to the knowledge of victory."
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"Avalon may be dead, but her spirit could have reincarnated. And I use the word 'could' lightly; even if they did, there's a fair chance they reincarnated far, far away from here. Nonetheless, ask everyone about it. We must find the Fourstone before Demise arrives."

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He wrote his binding language, they signed his darkened deals.
His temples built, mortals went to reap,
But deceived they had been, told their knowledge was within their temples.
Those who searched were lost forever, and his name must not be forgot;
YZXSTUHL.❞[/fancypost]

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❝Do not trust the Master of Knowledge.
He awoke, 324 Recordus-Historium, amidst the battle of Dark and Truth.
"Construct my temples, my houses of books," he spoke,
"And I shall grant you access to the knowledge of victory."
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Fυll Naмe: Jack "Doomsday" Ike
Age: 18
Seх: Male
Heιgнт: 6 feet, 2 inches
Race: Human
Eхplanaтιon oғ Aвιlιтy: Evolutionary Resurrection. Whenever Jack is killed, he soon comes back to life, and is immune to whatever killed him. (Like the DC comics character Doomsday.) Depending on his cause of death, this could potentially lead to immunities from other things: for example, if he was shot, it is possible that his skin would become impossible to damage. However, his power does come with downsides: Depending on how badly his body is destroyed, it takes him longer to resurrect. (A gunshot wound would only take three or so minutes; an atomic bomb would take however long it takes for his ashes to stop being radioactive, then a period of time for his everything to regenerate, easily making it over 3000 years.) Furthermore, regeneration is extremely painful and unpleasant for him: Due to this, while he barely needs to do so, he tries to avoid dieing as much as possible. Furthermore, his body seems to gain the immunity in the minimalist way possible; if he was shot, as said before, he would likely only grow an unbreakable bone exoskeleton at the region where he was shot, instead of his entire body.
Appearance: Jack has spiky black hair, and azure blue eyes. He has bony protrusions on his back where his spine would be, protecting it from all forms of damage. He also has bone protruding from his knuckles, making his fists dangerous in a fight. He also has small 'shoots' of bone in front of his eyes, protecting them from being struck with most objects. He often wears a trenchcoat, black jeans, combat boots, and sunglasses in order to hide most of his notable features; he does not, however wear gloves, and rather puts his hands in his pockets most of the time.
Perѕonalιтy: Jack is a rather aggressive and hot-headed person, and is fiercefully distrusting of absolutely everyone. Whilst being fearful of undergoing death, Jack is more than willing to solve a problem with a fistfight, and usually goes about obtaining objects he wants by intimidation. To gain Jack's trust is a great honor, as he would not even entrust his life to his closest of kin.
Kιn (?): Dianna Ike (Mother), 'Meta' Ike (Father, true name unknown), Cybbil Ike (Brother), status unknown.
Dιѕorderѕ (?): Depression - Due to Jack's inability to die, he has become depressed and has mostly given up on his life. He is well past the stage of suicide - The results are the bone protrusions upon his back.
Oтнer (?): Cherry Blossom... Petals? Or was it leaves?
Roleplay Saмple: Everything was ready. The bomb was armed, the timer comfortably displaying a solid 30:00, the button to begin the countdown in his hand, and yet something was missing. The man looked to his right, checking his list. Six-thirty, Manchester bank, five pounds of Trinitrotoluene... What was it? It nagged at his mind, and he couldn't help but stop to try work out what it was. What was it? It tugged at his mind like a rabid dog on a leash. Then he realised what it was. Everything clicked into place then, and as he looked up to see the padded white door of his room, he couldn't help but start breaking into a fit of insane laughter, his thumb pressing vigorously against the end of the chocolate bad he held in his hand.

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He wrote his binding language, they signed his darkened deals.
His temples built, mortals went to reap,
But deceived they had been, told their knowledge was within their temples.
Those who searched were lost forever, and his name must not be forgot;
YZXSTUHL.❞[/fancypost]

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❝Do not trust the Master of Knowledge.
He awoke, 324 Recordus-Historium, amidst the battle of Dark and Truth.
"Construct my temples, my houses of books," he spoke,
"And I shall grant you access to the knowledge of victory."
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Sound carried surprisingly well in the street, travelling sufficiently well for a sleeping figure on the other side of the street to hear. Of coarse, this figure wasn't truly asleep; he was trying to, but with what he just heard, he had simply been awoken more. Disarm? Sneaking? Cover-blowing? This sounded intriguing. The figure got up from where he was, leaving his sleeping bag behind where it was, and began to silently follow the group. It wouldn't take long for them to notice him; a tall figure in a trench coat with sunglasses on, conveniently going wherever they did would easily arouse suspicion.

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He wrote his binding language, they signed his darkened deals.
His temples built, mortals went to reap,
But deceived they had been, told their knowledge was within their temples.
Those who searched were lost forever, and his name must not be forgot;
YZXSTUHL.❞[/fancypost]

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❝Do not trust the Master of Knowledge.
He awoke, 324 Recordus-Historium, amidst the battle of Dark and Truth.
"Construct my temples, my houses of books," he spoke,
"And I shall grant you access to the knowledge of victory."
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name: Jack "Doomsday" Ike
Option: Evolutionary Resurrection. Basically, when he gets killed, he soon comes back to life and is immune to whatever killed him.
Personality: Violent and untrusting, usually decides to solve problems through intimidation or fighting.
Looks: Jack has spiky black hair, and azure blue eyes. He has bony protrusions on his back where his spine would be, protecting it from all forms of damage. He also has bone protruding from his knuckles, making his fists dangerous in a fight. He also has small 'shoots' of bone in front of his eyes, protecting them from being struck with most objects. He often wears a trenchcoat, black jeans, combat boots, and sunglasses in order to hide most of his notable features; he does not, however wear gloves, and rather puts his hands in his pockets most of the time.
Weaknesses: Despite his violent nature, Jack is well deep into depression, as he finds it strongly frustrating that he cannot die. He also seems to be strangely fearful of high ammounts of Krypton gas, but why is unknown.
Gf/bf/crush: N/A.

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He wrote his binding language, they signed his darkened deals.
His temples built, mortals went to reap,
But deceived they had been, told their knowledge was within their temples.
Those who searched were lost forever, and his name must not be forgot;
YZXSTUHL.❞[/fancypost]

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❝Do not trust the Master of Knowledge.
He awoke, 324 Recordus-Historium, amidst the battle of Dark and Truth.
"Construct my temples, my houses of books," he spoke,
"And I shall grant you access to the knowledge of victory."
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Ooc: Did I get accepted? Also, if i did, Jack's theme will be Witchcraft by Pendulum. (Bob Swire Remix)

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He wrote his binding language, they signed his darkened deals.
His temples built, mortals went to reap,
But deceived they had been, told their knowledge was within their temples.
Those who searched were lost forever, and his name must not be forgot;
YZXSTUHL.❞[/fancypost]

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❝Do not trust the Master of Knowledge.
He awoke, 324 Recordus-Historium, amidst the battle of Dark and Truth.
"Construct my temples, my houses of books," he spoke,
"And I shall grant you access to the knowledge of victory."
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OOC: Ok, thanks.

Jack walked through the abandoned streets, casually looking around.

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He wrote his binding language, they signed his darkened deals.
His temples built, mortals went to reap,
But deceived they had been, told their knowledge was within their temples.
Those who searched were lost forever, and his name must not be forgot;
YZXSTUHL.❞[/fancypost]

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❝Do not trust the Master of Knowledge.
He awoke, 324 Recordus-Historium, amidst the battle of Dark and Truth.
"Construct my temples, my houses of books," he spoke,
"And I shall grant you access to the knowledge of victory."
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Username: Yzxstuhl
Name: Jack "Doomsday" Ike
Age: 17
Grade: 12
Gender: Male
Race (neko, vampire, etc.): 'Prehistoric Kryptonian Lifeform' (In reference to the DC Comics character Doomsday. Actual species is questionably human.)
Looks: Jack has spiky black hair, and azure blue eyes. He has bony protrusions on his back where his spine would be, protecting it from all forms of damage. He also has bone protruding from his knuckles, making his fists dangerous in a fight. He also has small 'shoots' of bone in front of his eyes, protecting them from being struck with most objects, and additionally has large bone pauldrons growing from his shoulders, making it difficult for him to put on a shirt. He often wears a trench-coat that has holes where his bone pauldrons are, black jeans, and combat boots in order to hide most of his notable features; he does not, however wear gloves, and rather puts his hands in his pockets most of the time.
Personality: Jack is easily a very violent person, usually getting problems solved through intimidation or fighting. He is also extremely untrusting, and wouldn't entrust even a slice of bread to his closest of kin.
Social Class: Joined the 'Weirds' despite being more of a 'Rebel'
History: Son of Dianna and 'Meta' Ike, brother of Cybbil Ike. Not much else known.
Classes-
1. Weapon Training
2. Elemental Training
3. Reading
4. Advanced Combat
5. Art
Clubs: Demons Club
Dorm room: Boys dorm 5
Crush: N/A
Extra: His primary and most notable ability is that whenever he is killed, he soon returns to life and is immune to whatever killed him.
Other: Cupcakes.

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He wrote his binding language, they signed his darkened deals.
His temples built, mortals went to reap,
But deceived they had been, told their knowledge was within their temples.
Those who searched were lost forever, and his name must not be forgot;
YZXSTUHL.❞[/fancypost]

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❝Do not trust the Master of Knowledge.
He awoke, 324 Recordus-Historium, amidst the battle of Dark and Truth.
"Construct my temples, my houses of books," he spoke,
"And I shall grant you access to the knowledge of victory."
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Jack, hearing a voice not to far away, decided to head towars it.

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He wrote his binding language, they signed his darkened deals.
His temples built, mortals went to reap,
But deceived they had been, told their knowledge was within their temples.
Those who searched were lost forever, and his name must not be forgot;
YZXSTUHL.❞[/fancypost]

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❝Do not trust the Master of Knowledge.
He awoke, 324 Recordus-Historium, amidst the battle of Dark and Truth.
"Construct my temples, my houses of books," he spoke,
"And I shall grant you access to the knowledge of victory."
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Name: Jack Ike
Age: 12 (Would prefer to Rp when he's 16 though)
Gender: Male
Appearance (link, pic, or description): Black spiky hair, azure eyes, caucasian. Wears a white tank top, unbuttoned trench-coat, black jeans, combat boots, a fedora and sunglasses.
History: A child from northern Australia, his Australian accent is as piercing as a knife in butter. He is heavily reluctant to leave his home country, however was forced to go to the school by his parents. Due to this, he resents everyone at the school.
Willingness to learn: Minimal.
Extra stuff: Has an immense hatred for the cold, and will often refuse to leave the presence of a source of heat during winter months, no matter what punishments he may face.

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He wrote his binding language, they signed his darkened deals.
His temples built, mortals went to reap,
But deceived they had been, told their knowledge was within their temples.
Those who searched were lost forever, and his name must not be forgot;
YZXSTUHL.❞[/fancypost]

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❝Do not trust the Master of Knowledge.
He awoke, 324 Recordus-Historium, amidst the battle of Dark and Truth.
"Construct my temples, my houses of books," he spoke,
"And I shall grant you access to the knowledge of victory."
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"Your plan is s**t. People aren't stupid enough to not notice when stuff starts going offline. Here's an alternate idea that will probably work better: I'll smash my way in, being as destructive an obvious as possible. He, whoever he is, will think i'm the main assault, and react. I can gurantee he'd be much more occupied watching me smash his s**t than seeing you lot sneak in past his cameras." he said, pulling his hands out of his pockets. This made the bony protrusions on his knuckes obvious, and further making it obvious he had some sort of power.

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He wrote his binding language, they signed his darkened deals.
His temples built, mortals went to reap,
But deceived they had been, told their knowledge was within their temples.
Those who searched were lost forever, and his name must not be forgot;
YZXSTUHL.❞[/fancypost]

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❝Do not trust the Master of Knowledge.
He awoke, 324 Recordus-Historium, amidst the battle of Dark and Truth.
"Construct my temples, my houses of books," he spoke,
"And I shall grant you access to the knowledge of victory."
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"If your going to do something, do it right. As for why you can trust me, option two sounds suffice. If this guy has cameras watching his house then yes, I will probably die at least once or twice before I reach him. But I guarantee I will reach him. First though: death by gunshot wound, or some other assorted method of death?" he said, visibly unfazed that he just admitted he was going to die doing what he was about to do.

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He wrote his binding language, they signed his darkened deals.
His temples built, mortals went to reap,
But deceived they had been, told their knowledge was within their temples.
Those who searched were lost forever, and his name must not be forgot;
YZXSTUHL.❞[/fancypost]

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❝Do not trust the Master of Knowledge.
He awoke, 324 Recordus-Historium, amidst the battle of Dark and Truth.
"Construct my temples, my houses of books," he spoke,
"And I shall grant you access to the knowledge of victory."
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"Hey, i'm only dying if you put my death to good use. It's still painful to come back, y'know." He said, turning to face the fence. "You lot hurry along and go in the front, I'll start causing problems here. Deal?"

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He wrote his binding language, they signed his darkened deals.
His temples built, mortals went to reap,
But deceived they had been, told their knowledge was within their temples.
Those who searched were lost forever, and his name must not be forgot;
YZXSTUHL.❞[/fancypost]

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❝Do not trust the Master of Knowledge.
He awoke, 324 Recordus-Historium, amidst the battle of Dark and Truth.
"Construct my temples, my houses of books," he spoke,
"And I shall grant you access to the knowledge of victory."
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Jack arrived where he heard the voice come from, but saw nobody. He did, however, see a slightly opened manhole, and approached it to investigate.

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He wrote his binding language, they signed his darkened deals.
His temples built, mortals went to reap,
But deceived they had been, told their knowledge was within their temples.
Those who searched were lost forever, and his name must not be forgot;
YZXSTUHL.❞[/fancypost]

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❝Do not trust the Master of Knowledge.
He awoke, 324 Recordus-Historium, amidst the battle of Dark and Truth.
"Construct my temples, my houses of books," he spoke,
"And I shall grant you access to the knowledge of victory."
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Hearing the scream, Jack's instincts instantly kicked in, and he smashed his way through the back fence. Hopefully the others would do as he wanted them to, and he wouldn't have to die in vain. Charging towards the back door of the house, Jack quickly removed his hat, sunglasses and then trench coat, revealing the remaining out-of-place growths of bone. He prepared his fists, anticipating an unseen assault, while he charged towards the back door, aiming to smash straight through it.

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He wrote his binding language, they signed his darkened deals.
His temples built, mortals went to reap,
But deceived they had been, told their knowledge was within their temples.
Those who searched were lost forever, and his name must not be forgot;
YZXSTUHL.❞[/fancypost]

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❝Do not trust the Master of Knowledge.
He awoke, 324 Recordus-Historium, amidst the battle of Dark and Truth.
"Construct my temples, my houses of books," he spoke,
"And I shall grant you access to the knowledge of victory."
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Jack arrived at the school, a small duffel bag in hand, wearing his trenchcoat. His two large spurts of bone, looking not unlike stylised pauldrons, were exposed through the tears in his trenchcoat. He walked to the front doors of the school, and opened them.

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He wrote his binding language, they signed his darkened deals.
His temples built, mortals went to reap,
But deceived they had been, told their knowledge was within their temples.
Those who searched were lost forever, and his name must not be forgot;
YZXSTUHL.❞[/fancypost]

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❝Do not trust the Master of Knowledge.
He awoke, 324 Recordus-Historium, amidst the battle of Dark and Truth.
"Construct my temples, my houses of books," he spoke,
"And I shall grant you access to the knowledge of victory."
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Name: Jack Ike
Ability: Complete control over the fifth element, Æther. What exactly this element is is not entirely clear, but Jack seems to be able to transmute materials with no side-effects or waste products, and also seems to be capable of partially and temporarily altering the stars. Further powers may develop.
Appearance: Jack appears to be an average seventeen year old, and sports spiky black hair and azure eyes. He is often seen wearing a trenchcoat, (Three on top of eachother during winter months,) and also sports black jeans and combat boots.

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He wrote his binding language, they signed his darkened deals.
His temples built, mortals went to reap,
But deceived they had been, told their knowledge was within their temples.
Those who searched were lost forever, and his name must not be forgot;
YZXSTUHL.❞[/fancypost]

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❝Do not trust the Master of Knowledge.
He awoke, 324 Recordus-Historium, amidst the battle of Dark and Truth.
"Construct my temples, my houses of books," he spoke,
"And I shall grant you access to the knowledge of victory."
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Knowledgefinder poked his head into the room Flame was in. "None of you would've happened to have seen a killer guarding a rock, would you?" he asked.

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He wrote his binding language, they signed his darkened deals.
His temples built, mortals went to reap,
But deceived they had been, told their knowledge was within their temples.
Those who searched were lost forever, and his name must not be forgot;
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❝Do not trust the Master of Knowledge.
He awoke, 324 Recordus-Historium, amidst the battle of Dark and Truth.
"Construct my temples, my houses of books," he spoke,
"And I shall grant you access to the knowledge of victory."
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Jack was walking around, trying to remain generally unnoticed by officials. He saw the water house, and walked over to the two who made it. "Are you freakin' nuts, the military is gonna be crawlin' all over this place soon! pull it down!" He said to them quietly.

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He wrote his binding language, they signed his darkened deals.
His temples built, mortals went to reap,
But deceived they had been, told their knowledge was within their temples.
Those who searched were lost forever, and his name must not be forgot;
YZXSTUHL.❞[/fancypost]

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❝Do not trust the Master of Knowledge.
He awoke, 324 Recordus-Historium, amidst the battle of Dark and Truth.
"Construct my temples, my houses of books," he spoke,
"And I shall grant you access to the knowledge of victory."
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Jack was, quite easily, dead. As with most shots, the bullet hit a vital organ, ceasing his continued existance, and so he fell to the floor, a hole in the middle of his head. However, it was not the end of him; within a minute, the wound was completely healed, and a path of bone grew on his forehead where he was shot, both protecting it from being further penetrated by a bullet but also giving him one heck of a fearsome head-but capability. A few seconds after the wound had healed, Jack's heart had restarted, and he got back up off the ground from where he had fallen. Normally, he would do a snappy or witty remark, as it was the best time to do so; in this case though, he'd been given a terrible headache from the healing, and was also enraged that this guy had not only shot him, but was also holding someone hostage. So instead, he simply roared in fury as he charged at Dominic, his fists ready, and attempted to pull an uppercut on Dominic; if this connected, the spurts of bones on his knuckles would undeniably break most of Dominic's lower jaw, whilst also punching multiple holes in his mouth.

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He wrote his binding language, they signed his darkened deals.
His temples built, mortals went to reap,
But deceived they had been, told their knowledge was within their temples.
Those who searched were lost forever, and his name must not be forgot;
YZXSTUHL.❞[/fancypost]