#401 Posted by Connoisseur (6605 posts) - - Show Bio

@quiescence: (Shinigami 2.0 right here son :P)

The unpolished gunslinger's perpetual fanaticism with the Apex Vespa Nth predominantly conveyed an irreversibly ingrained inability to embrace unflattering opinions of the cabalistic Myrmidon. Retaining posh composure, the Knightfall Don's facial suavity experienced haughty embellishment via the narcissistic addition of a devilish smirk. "Hehe, I see", he tersely paused prior to lexical resumption. "The taste of Myrmidon's ass will never leave your mouth will it?", cavalier verbal mockery condescendingly adjoined by a sarcastically expressive series of taunting claps. "This knowledge you think you are relaying, tis clearly belief. Misguided belief. And your belief, is not required. I am an intellectual, not an ideological extremist".

Civilly rising from his seat with perpetual, distingue elegance, Andres cockily remarked, "It matters not though", aloofly straightening his modish, silk Zegna tie. "And to answer your question senor, my intention is simple. I'm going to whoop your boy's ass, then kill him. He is... a burden, too old for the new universe wouldn't you say? Adios", casting a conceited wink of taunting derision, the Martial Arts Einstein departs via instantaneous teleportation.

#402 Edited by Zain_ (1596 posts) - - Show Bio
#403 Posted by Connoisseur (6605 posts) - - Show Bio

@quiescence: (Likewise mano ;) I was cracking up while writing it haha)

#404 Posted by Grace_Knightfall (24 posts) - - Show Bio

#405 Edited by Antonia (3106 posts) - - Show Bio
#406 Posted by Grace_Knightfall (24 posts) - - Show Bio

@antonia: Haha Jayden and Grace have a bit of a.....tumultuously tempestuous relationship.

Grace loves her kids. Enough to do what they need and not what they want.

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#408 Posted by Namauqa (14 posts) - - Show Bio

@antonia: Haha Jayden and Grace have a bit of a.....tumultuously tempestuous relationship.

Grace loves her kids. Enough to do what they need and not what they want.

jesus how many friggin knightfalls are there now?

#409 Posted by Grace_Knightfall (24 posts) - - Show Bio
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#411 Posted by Mercy_ (91880 posts) - - Show Bio

@andres_knightfall

The cold of the air bit at the nose of Mercy as she hunched inside her black wool coat. Braving the cold to traverse the pathways of the shopping district, she appeared every inch the socialite she'd been raised as, as opposed to the fated assassin mired deep in French history.

The black leggings with leather trim that she was wearing were tucked into black suede Christian Louboutin knee-highs, one of her multitude signature styles of shoes.

You could almost feel the snow in the air as breaths fogged and people began the holiday shopping. The quilted Chanel purse hung over her shoulder on a chain strap as she repositioned the handles of the Armani and Louis Vuitton bags on her way to a prearranged meeting with her lover, Andres Knightfall.

It had been three days since last they'd spoken, a record in the almost year that they had been involved with one another. After the fiasco that had occurred in New York City, she had taken off to France to handle Sicarii business, throwing herself into other matters in an effort to get her head straight in regards to exactly what had gone down.

Those three days had been spent gathering every known piece of information on Angela Lee and her cocky cohort. The ire of Mercy Sheridan had been raised, and it was not something that one ever escaped. Once you were marked, you were marked and that was the end of it. To the point that there were legitimate ways of her to mark them as an enemy of the Sicarii.

It was lucky for the both of them that they had not yet reached that point.

Entering one of her personal favorite establishments, Restaurant Le Dali, located inside Le Meurice, Mercy was immediately escorted to a private back room.

The pure luxury and decadence was unrivaled as her coat was removed for her. Gesturing that she would like to keep her bags with her, she placed them on the velvet lined settee in the back of the room. A bottle of the finest Dom Perignon that they had was placed by her elbow, as were two glasses, as she awaited the arrival of her paramour.

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#412 Posted by Legacy_ (10700 posts) - - Show Bio
#413 Edited by Connoisseur (6605 posts) - - Show Bio

@mercy_:

Stylishly adorned in the sartorial affluence of a posh, three-piece, two-button Ermenegildo Zegna Centennial suit, winsomely embellished by the debonair panache of an accompanying vest, modishly premier silk tie, lush cotton-silk, and collar bar, the Knightfall Adonis' enthralling magnetism experienced additional fortification by the aromatically elicited, vintage, aquatic verve of Eau de Lacoste Bleu, enticingly lingering around his picturesque, herculean physique.

Smooth raven hair impeccably styled close to his head, around the back, immaculately blending the sides into top layers with necessary length for a smooth back sweep, further embroidered the cosmopolitan flair of the Blue-Blooded Don as he urbanely sets foot inside the grandiose, upscale interior of Le Meurice's Restaurant Le Dali. And yet, the Catalan Cobra's mesmeric charm and dynamic pizzazz offered a nonexistent veil for the ingrained killer instinct irreversibly harbored in his recently paled, arctic blue eyes, a forewarning hue of his innate indignation maintained since the incipience of his unforeseen encounter with the conniving Angela.

Intent on generously escorting Don Andres to the designated private backroom, an enthusiastic waiter's touching palm was intuitively met by vocal irascibility, "Don't touch me", the August A-Lister imposingly advised with vocalized ominousness and deep auricular registration, a temperate glare of petrifying attributes paralyzing the quieted waiter as Andres resumed, pinpointing his lover's location prior to urbanely seating himself across her. "I know you've been tracking her movements", he began, "Where is she?", he inquired, vehemently intent on tossing Angela into a black hole's event horizon.

#414 Edited by Eternelle (1066 posts) - - Show Bio
#415 Posted by Ambrosius (515 posts) - - Show Bio
#416 Posted by Eternelle (1066 posts) - - Show Bio

@ambrosius: Of course I did, I always love when we write these two together ;)

#417 Posted by Ambrosius (515 posts) - - Show Bio

@ambrosius: Of course I did, I always love when we write these two together ;)

Oh I know how much you love it bella ;)

#418 Posted by Eternelle (1066 posts) - - Show Bio

@eternelle said:

@ambrosius: Of course I did, I always love when we write these two together ;)

Oh I know how much you love it bella ;)

Oh, you do, do you?

#419 Posted by Ambrosius (515 posts) - - Show Bio
#420 Edited by Eternelle (1066 posts) - - Show Bio

@ambrosius: I'll have to start holding back, then

#421 Posted by Legacy_ (10700 posts) - - Show Bio
#422 Posted by Mercy_ (91880 posts) - - Show Bio

@mercy_:

Stylishly adorned in the sartorial affluence of a posh, three-piece, two-button Ermenegildo Zegna Centennial suit, winsomely embellished by the debonair panache of an accompanying vest, modishly premier silk tie, lush cotton-silk, and collar bar, the Knightfall Adonis' enthralling magnetism experienced additional fortification by the aromatically elicited, vintage, aquatic verve of Eau de Lacoste Bleu, enticingly lingering around his picturesque, herculean physique.

Smooth raven hair impeccably styled close to his head, around the back, immaculately blending the sides into top layers with necessary length for a smooth back sweep, further embroidered the cosmopolitan flair of the Blue-Blooded Don as he urbanely sets foot inside the grandiose, upscale interior of Le Meurice's Restaurant Le Dali. And yet, the Catalan Cobra's mesmeric charm and dynamic pizzazz offered a nonexistent veil for the ingrained killer instinct irreversibly harbored in his recently paled, arctic blue eyes, a forewarning hue of his innate indignation maintained since the incipience of his unforeseen encounter with the conniving Angela.

Intent on generously escorting Don Andres to the designated private backroom, an enthusiastic waiter's touching palm was intuitively met by vocal irascibility, "Don't touch me", the August A-Lister imposingly advised with vocalized ominousness and deep auricular registration, a temperate glare of petrifying attributes paralyzing the quieted waiter as Andres resumed, pinpointing his lover's location prior to urbanely seating himself across her. "I know you've been tracking her movements", he began, "Where is she?", he inquired, vehemently intent on tossing Angela into a black hole's event horizon.

A perfectly sculpted eyebrow arched in the only show of remarkation at the abrupt command not to touch Andres as he graced the room with his presence. As requested, once he was seated all staff exited the room, closing the intricately crafted doors behind them, leaving the two in perfect privacy.

The complete and utter lack of in depth information had put in her in a borderline foul mood. All she could ascertain was that Angela had heavy heavy roots in New Orleans and the mystic community there. Clarice was a slightly more open book, but still hard to nail down, even for the Sicarii.

Opening up the Chanel purse that was draped across the back of her upholstered chair, Mercy pulled a small high tech drive from it, one that had all trackable motions from either of them, as well as any information that had ever been compiled on them in any database. "This is everything I've got."

A small shiver wracked her as she remembered the feeling of a spell that had temporarily tied her to Angela in an attempt to prevent Andres from harming the volatile witch.

Taking hold of the delicately filigreed champagne flute, Mercy tipped back a substantial sip of the libation. The crisp, clear bubbles tingled down her throat as her eyes swept to the window. Every now and then a flake fell down, only to melt on the ground. Winter was coming and there was a feeling of foreboding in the air, one that simply couldn't be denied.

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#423 Posted by Norse_Nomad (151 posts) - - Show Bio

@mercy_: I love that last paragraph, the snow thing was perfect :) I'll have something up in a bit.

#424 Posted by Mercy_ (91880 posts) - - Show Bio
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#425 Edited by Connoisseur (6605 posts) - - Show Bio

@mercy_:

Temperately reaching for the technologically innovative flash-drive, the August A-Lister tersely elevated it to his pale blue, wintry eyes, "She'll learn to fear me after this", Andres began, perpetually channeling the deep, soulless registers of his voice, further fortifying his cold disposition, "I'm going to destroy every strand of telomerase in her body, stripping her of cellular regeneration, she will never heal again", he continued, sliding the mechanically sublime flash-drive into the right, compartmentalized pockets beneath his sartorially lush Zegna coat, "Then I will cut every inch of her body, every edge, taunt her body to heal, to regenerate, but it won't, not unless I allow it".

The Knightfall Don's indignation stemmed not from what he deemed as the unwarranted disrespect of his person, but from Angela's committed error of threatening Mercy's well-being, his ire had been escalated beyond mitigation. "As for Clarice", Andres dismissively scoffed, "She is a pest, no different from a common housefly", he coldly remarked, "These peons have backed themselves into a corner". Earnestly meeting Mercy's eyes, he affirmed, "Bella, my mind is only to destroy these clowns", his aqua-hued oculus failing to convey any semblance of humane empathy.

#426 Edited by Zane_Horn (342 posts) - - Show Bio

@andres_knightfall: (second time today its eaten my post and its only 11:40 wth)

(im not gonna lie that last post terrified me, im supposed to be the psychopath... anyways dont you have more important things to do like, for example, saving Quintus and Cassius from being well ya know umm killed. because they only have million+ dollar bounties on their head and there are plenty of people who might cash that. just saying...)

#427 Edited by Ambrosius (515 posts) - - Show Bio

@dave_jones: LOL thanks, the post was supposed to make him 'terrifying' or at the very least intimidating.

#428 Posted by Mercy_ (91880 posts) - - Show Bio

@dave_jones: LOL thanks, the post was supposed to make him 'terrifying' or at the very least intimidating.

It worked O_O

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#429 Edited by Zane_Horn (342 posts) - - Show Bio

@mercy_ said:

@ambrosius said:

@dave_jones: LOL thanks, the post was supposed to make him 'terrifying' or at the very least intimidating.

It worked O_O

i will not be outdone by some guy in a suit, now to go cut somebody's head off.

#430 Posted by Ambrosius (515 posts) - - Show Bio
#431 Posted by Mercy_ (91880 posts) - - Show Bio

@mercy_:

Temperately reaching for the technologically innovative flash-drive, the August A-Lister tersely elevated it to his pale blue, wintry eyes, "She'll learn to fear me after this", Andres began, perpetually channeling the deep, soulless registers of his voice, further fortifying his cold disposition, "I'm going to destroy every strand of telomerase in her body, stripping her of cellular regeneration, she will never heal again", he continued, sliding the mechanically sublime flash-drive into the right, compartmentalized pockets beneath his sartorially lush Zegna coat, "Then I will cut every inch of her body, every edge, taunt her body to heal, to regenerate, but it won't, not unless I allow it".

The Knightfall Don's indignation stemmed not from what he deemed as the unwarranted disrespect of his person, but from Angela's committed error of threatening Mercy's well-being, his ire had been escalated beyond mitigation. "As for Clarice", Andres dismissively scoffed, "She is a pest, no different from a common housefly", he coldly remarked, "These peons have backed themselves into a corner". Earnestly meeting Mercy's eyes, he affirmed, "Bella, my mind is only to destroy these clowns", his aqua-hued oculus failing to convey any semblance of humane empathy.

The entire shift in his body language and mannerisms was more than apparent to Mercy, the one who had been intimately familiar with him for months now. It was a change that sparked concern along with a heavy dose of intrigue.

The abilities and methods of Andres had never been up for debate. He got shit done. That was never a question. The question was, what would hold him back from a moral standpoint.

It was more than clear that he was no longer constrained by a sense of savior...or more accurately, he was compelled forward by those very morals. It was a righteous anger that he burned with, one that anybody on the receiving end of should have been well and truly terrified of.

Glancing a peek at the intense shifting aqua of his irises, she saw confirmed there the righteous fury that was burning beneath his skin, pumping through his veins.

Mercy had no doubts that Angela would learn to fear him after this. But that was exactly what Angela wanted. Andres in any form that she could have him. She wouldn’t allow it to strip away pieces of him in a quest for righteous anger and justified vengeance.

She looked into the frigid, iciness of his uniquely colored eyes and knew, she knew that what was in him, the cold pragmatism, was exactly the same that was in her. The unemotional relaying of extreme physical pain that he intended to inflict on Angela was just a fraction of what Mercy would have done, had the tables been turned.

“I love you.” Her brow furrowed as she reached across the table and brushed her fingertips against his hand. They were words she barely said. They communicated the love that they had for each other in different ways, neither were particularly sentimental. But this...this time they needed to be spoken aloud.

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#432 Posted by Connoisseur (6605 posts) - - Show Bio

@mercy_:

"I know", subtly retreating his hand from her affectionate, genteel touch with absent sentimentality, the consciously overtaking coldness exponentially endorsing his genetically ingrained killer instinct, "That's why her life, is mine". The Debonair Don's present inability to vocally reciprocate his beloved's previously repeated confession originated not from a fabricated lack of authenticity regarding his inherent affection for her, his present disposition simply disallowed the amative practices of human relationships. Retaining unwavering ocular contact with his lover's aesthetically engrossing eyes, Andres continued, his own failing to transmit any pictorial semblance of empathy, "Destroy her telomerase, toss her into a low pressure chamber, into a black hole... it matters little. She'll learn".

Urbanely rising from his seat with exercised composure, the Blue-Blooded Don instructed with commandeering vocal conveyance unconcerned with his lover's compliance or defiance, "Get up", intent on departing from the ostentatious restaurant, and to commence the incipient stages of their inevitable confrontation with the Lethal Lee.

#433 Posted by Mercy_ (91880 posts) - - Show Bio
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#434 Posted by Connoisseur (6605 posts) - - Show Bio
#435 Posted by April_Farchild (185 posts) - - Show Bio
#436 Posted by Connoisseur (6605 posts) - - Show Bio
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#438 Edited by kidman560 (7578 posts) - - Show Bio

what's so funny?

lol he's taken by @mercy_ (yeah shes Crazy ((with a capital C)) its best to back off, she kill you with one of her 3 trillion alts that are obviously her but, for some reason, i can never figure it out)

#439 Posted by Mercy_ (91880 posts) - - Show Bio

I don't know how to deal with an Andres that isn't affectionate lmfao

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#440 Edited by Connoisseur (6605 posts) - - Show Bio
#441 Posted by Mercy_ (91880 posts) - - Show Bio
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#442 Posted by Connoisseur (6605 posts) - - Show Bio

@mercy_: You do bella, you do ;) I'm out for a little bit, besos.

#443 Posted by Jothee_Knightfall (27 posts) - - Show Bio
#444 Posted by Connoisseur (6605 posts) - - Show Bio
#445 Edited by Shinigami_ (320 posts) - - Show Bio

@andres_knightfall:

Zenith, formally known as Shinigami, had been thankfully freed from Shinigami's grasp after millions of years under his forced service in return for sparing his brother, and his friends life. Now silently wandering through the exquisitely iconic République of Française, poised with a feeling of sincere heroism knowing his imprisonment within his own body was finally over, yet, knowing he had perform an uncountable amount of wrongs. His most recent wrongdoing however, albeit not by his own hand, had been the sadistic torment or annoyance to the fabled Knightfall clad. Knowing outright finding Andres Knightfall through esoteric means would probably deal trouble, Shinigami...Zenith, opted to revealing his own location. Peacefully perched atop of a single building out of civilian trouble, his arms folded sending out a ridiculous amount of ambient Shinigami-esq energy signatures hoping somehow Andres would locate him, hoping he could convince Andres to lay down arms prior to an inevitable battle considering past relations between the two warriors. Merely wanting to speak instead.

#446 Edited by Connoisseur (6605 posts) - - Show Bio

@shinigami_:

Leisurely indulged in the luxuriantly gratifying flavor of an iced glass of Johnnie Walker's Blue Label scotch whisky, the Versace adorned A-Lister's evolutionarily ingrained senses feverishly alert him towards an irreversibly familiarized presence. The following confirmation via the M.D.D.S. detection of metaphysically distinct ambient ethereal phenomena prompting the intuitive construction of a subtly alarmed expression across the Don's debonair facial attributes. Discarding his upscale alcoholic beverage, the August Apogee frantically teleported, re-materializing his herculean physique on the rooftop of a desolate infrastructural complex. Consciously readied for apparent confrontation, Andres' aqua-hued eyes settled on the slender frame of Shinigami? "So you've gone from that clown you were using as a host, to Xenon, and now to this?".

#447 Posted by Jothee_Knightfall (27 posts) - - Show Bio

@andres_knightfall: (DC here man, made it randomly. Decided to jump on the Knightfall bandwagon lol)

#448 Edited by Connoisseur (6605 posts) - - Show Bio

@jothee_knightfall: Oh DC, what's good brother :) I thought you were some newbie who made a random Knightfall account and was asking me about cousins LOL. I guess we are.

#449 Posted by Shinigami_ (320 posts) - - Show Bio

@andres_knightfall:

Understandably ignoring Andre's initial conversational taunts knowing the Knightfall would have been able to justify simply attacking upon materializing on the rooftop, Zenith turned his entire body around forsaking his view of the beautiful city skyline instead his crimson eyes fell upon the sight of his accidental nemesis. Raising dual palms into the air, unwanting to convey any aggressive tones or mannerisms he stayed perpetually still, trying to stop himself making any abrupt movements which would prompt Andres into attack, "No - Andres, Shinigami is gone" His head gestured to his palms, non-verbally conveying his want to bring them down but not doing so unless given permission, "My name is Zenith, I am the original host..." His deadpan expression stoically stared towards Andres before breaking into a sincere smile, trying to look as honest as possible.

#450 Posted by Connoisseur (6605 posts) - - Show Bio

@shinigami_:

Subtly squinting both eyes in reasonable distrust and visually relayed suspicion, Andres' facial features remained comprehensively serious, wordlessly relaying the authenticity of his present earnestness. "You have the creature's energy", he began, "What reason do you have to make me believe that you're no longer a slave to that metaphysical peon?", the Catalan Cosmopolitan boldly questioned, "My suspicion is warranted". Even the humbly introduced Zenith's expressed surrender offered minuscule deterrents regarding the Spaniard's incentive to vehemently pounce.