Xavier
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Post by Xavier on May 30, 2016 22:53:54 GMT
Time...Time was all that the humans of the world knew. Upon the high towers rested multiple people, one of which being a 7'10 man, armor on that made him weigh more than 500 pounds, just standing on top of the large building. Not much went on anymore in the town of Limwire. Crime, sure, it happened, but, it was rare with the peacekeepers around every place at all times. Xavier had on his armor, he had it on because today, he was gonna go hunting. His sword was down to it's smallest length, 5 feet long, 6 feet wide. He decided against, leaping off the building, instead he walked off and used the Lunarkinesis he had gained to guide him down, the darkness coming below him to stop his fall and bring him down gracefully.
He looked around once he got to the ground, he didn't see anyone around him that, seemed to be ready to go hunting, so, he went alone as usual. Walking past the peacekeepers, he entered the forest, well, more like the plains of trees and wildlife. He was after Griffin, they were hard to catch but, if you did, the meat they gave was amazing. Once he got into the plains of trees, he breathed in the air with a sigh, it had been two years since he'd been in the plains, so, he was just ready to get back to hunting.
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Post by Sturmfeuer on Jun 7, 2016 23:58:42 GMT
[-Time is merely an estimate.-] This so called town hadn't ever been inhabited by this skeptical male at any other point in the essence of time.Though it seemed similar to that of a small city, considering the buildings in which formed the obvious structure, a silhouette enclosed and crossed the very boarder into this seemingly dead civilization. One whom appointed their oculars on the verge of observation could determine the figure as that of a male, roughly six foot one in height and adorned in a complete attire. This consisted of dark hue, leather textured jacket, that traversed down just below the waist; unbuttoning with a plain white T-shirt that deemed that in fact the male was a Nazi. This male was known as Araehn Thessen, an ex military combat veteran of the last known war of world (WW2). Below had been worn blue Levi texture jeans, a chain intercepted on along the belt loops of his right side. As the figure took each individual step, ocular's inverted in each direction before crossing the street to encounter a coffee house, with the black armored boots clinking against the ground. "Ne vem, kaj točno naj pričakujem od tega kraja. Ne zdi se, da je veliko zgodilo, čeprav je to presenetljivo. Na splošno velja, da je majhno mesto, kot mesto, nonethless sem našel sebe uživajo ta mir in vedrino." The German tongue had been spoken in all of truthfulness envy'ed.
Araehn's travel pattern's had transitioned along a sidewalk, eyes and head straight forward; a glare often received, only to be returned with every other individual. Finally coming to a stop with his head cocking back and gazing upward into the sky with a brief pause of all motions.The male had then began to lower said 'head' and just as it mere successful, he'd caught a glimpse of another man. One a top of a high building and with that acknowledgement, formed a conclusion. (Suicide.) "Vat zee fuck!" Those few muttered words came in brief parables of english, although the undeniable German heritage was revealed with the accent. The opposed male, isolated above all else, lingering upon the likely dirty surface above and a sigh came from the German's pale lips.
It was quite odd for Xavier to act in such proportions, lunarkinesis was rather impressive in most cases. Though here in the present moment it was as if witnessing an old trick. A wide grin came about as Xavier had been followed on the low key, that was until Araehn decided to engage with words. "Vat awe yew? You've adapted to zee dawk vis zees prowess?" Araehn would aim to confront Xavier about his abilities. Then began an approach toward the armored male with a stern look, ocular's studying every notable aspect.
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