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Post by Rastul on Apr 25, 2008 17:30:25 GMT -5
It was once used as a stadium for gladiator fights for the emperor and his people for entertainment. There are over 80 entrances into this monument and over 50,000 people can fit in it's decaying seats. It is mostly in ruins; there are many tunnels and other rooms in it, and it is very easy to get lost in. Previously a tourist attraction, recent terrorist attempts to demolish it have caused it to be temporarily closed to the public.
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Post by Sirus Gilren on Jan 18, 2010 19:56:59 GMT -5
A man teleports to his home in the colloseum. He loves the arena. It makes the perfect place to practice martial arts and meditation. He takes out his escrima sticks and starts to practice drills and combos. "Ahhh. This place smells grand." The man continues to switch up combos getting faster and faster.
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Post by Adrian on Jan 18, 2010 20:04:43 GMT -5
A lone figure dressed in black approached the Colosseum without revealing his intentions in any way. Every feature of his face gave the stoic expression of a living statue while graceful strides carried him onward to the ancient arena. But with no obvious intentions, why had he even come? One could tell just by looking at him that here walked a man who seemed to be from another world. . . and that he always held a purpose behind his actions.
Was he JUST a man?
Dark hair framed a handsome pale face which now looked down into the arena below. In short time he had covered a decent amount of distance without breaking into a run. Did he come to this place due to it's namesake? After all a place in his father's castle had been called by the same name. . .
". . . . ."
The man practicing his skills did not seem to draw the darkly dressed figure's attention, yet.
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Post by Sirus Gilren on Jan 18, 2010 20:10:36 GMT -5
"Let's try something else." Salvatore sets human a human analog target. He walks back 80 feet and draws four daggers at once with his right hand. He covers his eyes with his left hand mentally visualizes his target. He throws the four daggers at the same time without looking at the target. Salvatore uncovers his eyes and finds that the daggers reach the target at the lethal points. "Nice." Salvatore stabs the escrima sticks in the hard ground and takes out his short staff to work on some more combos.
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Post by Adrian on Jan 18, 2010 20:16:23 GMT -5
His eyes seemed vacant, not focusing their attention on any specific point, but to some there mght have appeared faint signs of an isolating lonliness. Right now he stood in the nosebleed section of spectator seats without moving a muscle. Only the clothes he wore betrayed any movement when a breeze may have touched them. Adrian then started to walk further toward the arena itself, still paying no attention to the individual.
Why was he even in Rome?
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Post by Sirus Gilren on Jan 18, 2010 20:21:20 GMT -5
Salvatore stabbed his jo in the ground and took out his odachi (long samurai sword). He experiment with new combos attacking 360 degrees until he saw a long figure walking in the spectator seats. 'Normally I would attack, but I will see what he is doing here first.' He walks over towards the spectator seats. "Hey Sir, can I assist you with something?"
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Post by Adrian on Jan 18, 2010 20:28:33 GMT -5
Unsurprisingly, Salvatore went ignored for what tip-toed along a rude amount of time. But perhaps it was only in this young man's nature to remain so silent toward others. For him to answer quickly would take a being of significant personage. Not out of hatred or dislike of others around him. More along the lines of not entagling himself in the affairs of others beyond an intensely dramatic situation.
". . . No."
A few moments passed.
". . .Unless. . . you know where the ones who attacked the Vatican are."
It wasn't a question directed at Salvatore. More than anything it was a plain statement of truth. How these two would interact from this point on would hinge upon how the one holding an Odachi responded.
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Post by Sirus Gilren on Jan 18, 2010 20:33:56 GMT -5
"Sorry can't help you there. Never cared much about the Vatican to tell you the truth. Heard they do some unethical stuff. But my motto is believe half of what you see and none of what you hear." Salvatore goes back to his training spot and stabs the sword into the ground. Knowing that he will sweat a lot in the endurance exercise he takes off his shirt reveal countless deep scars on his chest and back. He starts punching the concrete wall as hard as he can. "Oh let me know if you need anything!"
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Post by Adrian on Jan 18, 2010 20:42:54 GMT -5
Instead of replying to the shirtless man, Adrian started to head toward a section of the Colosseum where the Emporer of Rome would have once sat to overlook the carnage caused by beasts and men alike. Every step stayed silent as if to hide the young man in black.
Where should he go from here?
As if to answer the unspoken question, an aura buffeted Adrian's senses in an attempt that could be only a few things: One meant a dark creature purposefully wanted his attention. Next was the chance a Demon was stupid enough to reveal itself without knowing Adrian was present in the city. Last of these was left blank. . . to encompass some purpose beyond human ken.
". . . . ."
The young man moved with the same calm gait as before, approaching the epicenter of this new aura. What frightful beast awaited him ahead? Might it grant him insight to what happened to the Vatican? Would Salvatore follow?
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Post by Sirus Gilren on Jan 18, 2010 20:48:58 GMT -5
"Done, I worked up a sweat." Salvatore teleported underground, took a quick shower and teleported back to surface. He put on his shirt and coat, picked up his escrima sticks, and a picture of girlfriend and family which he places on the wall. "For you both." Salvatore walk back to the spectator seats. "There is only a small bit of information that I know if you want. There is something I must tend to soon."
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Post by Adrian on Jan 18, 2010 20:55:08 GMT -5
It took a lot to make the young man in black stand still after he had already set out on a destination. Usually even a challenge to fight a duel of some sort would not suffice. Yet right now his feet had ceased to continue moving completely. Considering he did not know just how useful the information Salvatore hadwould be. . . it was nothing short of miraculous.
Beyond the Colosseum, the aura remained. . . and for now was actually ignored.
". . .?"
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Post by Sirus Gilren on Jan 18, 2010 21:03:23 GMT -5
We got into a fight many years ago and our friendship didn't seem to recover. His name is Sirus. He is a man of God, and a man of truth. He wanted to go to the Vatican to convince the pope, his practices were wrong. He also tried to force the pope to stop allowing forced experiments to be done on people. He was enraged by the fact of how corrupt the Vatican knights were and how screwed up the religious doctrine is. Some other men found incriminating evidence on the Vatican and the knights tried to stop them and failed. I believe 10 guys were involved in this whole thing. None of the members of the Vatican should be hurt because Sirus never takes a life. Thats all I know." Salvatore paused. "The reason I wasn't helpin in the courtyard was because I had my own problems with the Vatican Knights. Sirus is right."
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Post by Adrian on Jan 18, 2010 21:12:39 GMT -5
He listened to every word the man had to say in case some piece of it resonated with his purpose here in Rome. But what resulted from the information only made some part of Adrian a touch confused. Perhaps his sources were incorrect? For the first time in a while it seemed that an actual conversation might happen between this handsme young man and the one who carried an Odachi.
"The corruption of the Vatican is none of my concern. But this man Sirus is behind the events in Rome. I had heard an organization called Millenium were the ones responsible."
Adrian was not beyond getting false facts from rumors spoken on the streets. But he knew about this group called Millenium. It was understood by him that they had plunged the world into the state it was in right now. Could his objective involve bringing them down. . . or joining them? Only the fact he was currently searching for them was for certain.
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Post by Sirus Gilren on Jan 18, 2010 21:17:18 GMT -5
"No it is not Millennium. It is this group called the Syndicate. Sirus joined them temporarily so he could have the chance to Stop Hellsing, Iscariot, Millennium, and the Syndicate from separating this world into little pieces." Salvatore took another pause. "I was there. I wanted to apologize to Sirus, but I found a six Vatican knights in disguise trying to harm a family."
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Post by Adrian on Jan 18, 2010 21:25:10 GMT -5
The syndicate. . .
Might that name still stand as an alias of Organized Crime? Or had it taken on a much more sinister truth? But this all depended on whether or not the words Salvatore spoke were true. Nothing really could fully prove either his old information or this new source as the right one. Until he found the evidence for himself at least.
"Did the family survive?"
Why should he care? The tone of his voice certainly held any torrent of sympathy from coming forth like a dam for emotions. It appeared to the casual observer as if he viewed it as a secondary point of interest. Just a tiny trickling of his half human heart showed in those words. Could he intend to fight against the corruption?
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