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       Re: Ducard and Detia
   DIR By: Sabby
       Date: August 12, 2012, 5:31 pm
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       As he tried to explain, the words fell oddly on Detia's
       judgmental ears. It would seem he was some kind of soul-slave
       owner, or something of the sort. Freaky. Shaking her head, Detia
       just smiled and soaked in the scenery. She would not stop his
       conquest, probably wouldn't even take part in it. But watching
       could be fun. As they walked, the sun began to rise in the
       distance, and a delicious shiver ran down the demon's spine as
       she tipped her face toward the light. A gauzy glow danced on her
       skin as the sun rose took over the horizon. It didn't warm the
       surface of the earth, as winds were still bitterly cold and able
       to keep heat at bay, so the snow remained, twinkling defiantly
       in the sunshine. On a whim, and partly to test his personality,
       Detia bent and in seconds stood and whipped a snowball at
       Ducard. It would've definitely hit a human, but it soared just
       past his backbone and into his cape. Glaring indignantly at the
       wet spot on his cape, Detia rolled her eyes and turned back
       around, while keeping an eye on Ducard every once in a while.
       #Post#: 253548--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Ducard and Detia
   DIR By: Ducard
       Date: August 12, 2012, 7:04 pm
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       It had been a very long time since anyone had thrown a snowball
       at Ducard. Even on the occasions that he'd arrived in Winter to
       a plane of existence, most of the inhabitants were preoccupied.
       Everyone was too busy buying bread, or going to work, or running
       in fear, or shovelling their driveway, or being consumed by the
       undead to have a snowball fight with him. Zombies really weren't
       interested in things that weren't flesh, so none of them had
       thrown an errant sphere of frozen water at anyone. He reached
       his hand down to retrieve some snow, but his skeletal structure
       didn't allow it to stay in his hand. Ducard sighed, and thought
       no more on that matter.
       Instead, he turned his attention to the way his new acquaintance
       had responded to his words. A shake of the head? Hmm. Ducard
       clacked his teeth. "Perhaps I was being a dash labyrinthine.
       What I mean for you to understand, if you do not already, is
       that I am a Necromancer of the highest caliber. Admittedly, I've
       dabbled in other arts; Sangromancy, Cryomancy and Arachnomancy
       more than, say, Pyromancy or Myomancy. Perhaps a demonstration?"
       Ducard's eye-sockets glowed a faint blue as a perfect orb of
       snow rose in front of the pair on the path and arced through the
       air to end its existence on the fire demon's shoulder. He said
       nothing more and turned his attention to the approaching castle.
       'Twas a pity it was Winter. Normally Ducard had an army of
       undead animals at his command by this point.
       #Post#: 254399--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Ducard and Detia
   DIR By: Sabby
       Date: August 13, 2012, 8:08 pm
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       Detia covered a smile with her hand as she watched the frozen
       powder slip through Ducard's fingers. After a few snickers were
       silenced by a snowball to her shoulder, Detia patted the
       creature on his own skeletal shoulder. "I really don't mean to
       laugh, but that was adorably hilarious." Holding up her hand in
       his face to prevent an interruption, she explained. "I mean,
       here you are, marching around with your deep, scary voice,
       collecting people or whatever you wanna call it... And.. And you
       can't even pick up a snowball! Hee.." She made an effort to
       disguise a small giggle as a cough, before they continued their
       journey, until he proposed a demonstration.
       "Well..." Swiveling on her hips slightly to look for any unknown
       spies, she only found a barren, snowy valley, save for a few
       disgruntled looking herd animals. Giving a particularly upset
       and battered looking sheep a sympathetic look, she turned back.
       Detia shrugged in agreement. "Sure. As long as I don't have to
       play the test dummy." She folded her pale arms together under
       her chest, waiting patiently to see what exactly he would be
       doing.
       #Post#: 254452--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Ducard and Detia
   DIR By: Ducard
       Date: August 13, 2012, 8:46 pm
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       Ducard had been called many things in many languages. Most of
       them translated to 'monster', 'reaper', 'demon', or something of
       the sort. Adorable wasn't on that long list even once. He had
       grown rather fond of his titles; names such as 'Pain-King', 'The
       Walking End', and 'Life-Bane'. He wasn't sure how he felt about
       being called adorable, especially by a demon. Was he slipping?
       Had his eons of time apart from sentient beings weakened him?
       No, the people of this world would fear him just as their
       predecessors did. Nay, they would fear him more.
       Ducard clacked his teeth. "We grow close to our destination,
       demon. A more expected appearance, perhaps?" Sinew stretched
       over his bones, muscle creeped across his body, followed closely
       by pale, white skin. Ducard blinked, and eyes of a royal purple
       appeared as their lids opened. Shadows shot to cover his body,
       solidifying into robes of original darkness. His scythe vanished
       into his shadow, and his cape shifted into a cloak. Black hair
       sprouted from his scalp, marred only by a single streak of
       silver off to the left. Stubble grew from his face, offering the
       appearance of a traveler. "Entering the castle as but a skeleton
       would have much the same effect as you entering as a true flame
       demon. Panic at this stage would be irksome. Everything at its
       appropriate time."
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