Story telling rpg - From the darkness to the light

[Roll]

[ooc]MY TURN!!!!!!!!!!!!! >.c[/ooc]
Running desperately through the town, passing by all the poor beggars and housewives, Angela made continued her strained search to find Welf. She didn't bother to ask around: she doubted that Welf would make his very presence known to the towns-people, and even if he did, there would be pandemonium anyway. She looked around for something, anything that would tell her where he could be. The minutes went by, yet there was no way of telling how many "ticks" and "tocks" had passed while the search went on in vain.

The sun was high in the sky still, and the town showed off many sparkles and pillars of pure, warm sunlight. Yet, it all felt cold to Angela: She could not feel much of anything, eckept for anxiety about Welfs current state. Eventually, after passing by many houses, a town building, a large library, and a row of merchant tents, Angela found an inn. She went inside to rest, and saw nothing too peculiar (though, it was mostly because she entered, and went straight into the rest area). She left nothing hidden to the outer world at this point, and was subject to many pointing fingers, accusatory voices, and a snicker here and there. Ignoring it, Angela began thinking of where Welf could be. The time passed by: seconds turned to minutes... and the minutes turned into an hour. The entire area was now very quiet, and boring; yet Angela could not think well: she had no idea where Welf could be...

Then suddenly, another personentered the area, and was showing off an amazing sense of darkness. Angela shivered at the feel as the person passed by; yet, the person slowed down, and stopped when they noticed it. The person was draped in a large cloak, and everything else looked like a shadow. The person was vaguely familiar to Angela...

"....YOU!"


The person wearing the cloak withdrew a sword from underneath her cloak, and it slashed through the table (luckily, Angela dodged). Angela watched sadly as the table fell down in a pile of delicately chopped wood, and turned just in time to see the cloaked person take off their cloak. It was a girl, with long, green hair that went into a ponytail, browneyes, and just the same skin color as Angela. In fact, she was wearing the same outfit, save that it was a different color. She was looking at Angela coldness, and she held her sword in her sheath, ready to draw and slash at the time that she chose. Angela held her rod close to her as well.

Angela: "...Wh....Who are you?"
...: "After all these years, you don't remember the person who has been haunting you for the longest time?!"
Angela: "What are you talking about?--Why won't you tell me who you are?!"
...: *shakes her finger, and smirks a dark smirk* "You shouldn't forget your 'Blessed Fwendy', Angela.."
There was only one person in the entire world that would ever call her that, and would call herself that... in fact, only Angela would be naiive enough to make such a nickname.
Angela: "..SANGE?!"
Sange: "Wow. Nothing gets passed you, huh, Angela."
Angela shivered in anger.
Angela: "What do you want with me? I already told you that I do not intend to go home until I solve that mystery!"
Sange: "I am here to take you home, friend."
Angela: "Then what do you want from me? I don't have time for long talks, Sange!"
Sange: "I'm here for your HEAD!"

Sange swang her sword heavily into the ground, in the area where Angela was previously standing until she jumped out of the way and began running for her life. She ran out of the inn doors, and into the streets, weaving in and out of the crowds, trying her very best to not get herself killed and to not let anyone get hurt. Sange was dashing after her, and was gaining on her, yet she slowed down because of all the people that came in her way. With each person, Sange hit them into unconsiousness with the sheath of her sword. However, Angela had to dash away as fast as possible, and weave around the crowd continuously, since she didn't have the heart to hit anyone, and she wanted to get away as fast as she could. Then, suddenly..

Angela bumped into someone.
"Hey! How dare you, you wench! Why, I'll..... heeeeyyyy...."
Angela looked up from the ground to see Drake standing right above her. Suddenly, amnesia took her thoughts away from Sange, and she felt herself persperate.
Drake: "Well, if it isn't the little spice girl. Angela, it has been a few days since I last tried to KILL you!"
Angela just blocked the slash.
Angela: "Now what do you want?! I don't have time for this..."

Angela hit Drakes weapon away, and rolled away from him and began to run. Then Drake said something that he would eventually regret.
Drake: "Don't you want to know where that little Lesser Demon is?"
Angela stopped. "What do you mean? Do you know where he is? What have you done with him!?"
Drake: "Shut up, and I'll tell you. You see, girlie, he is now with kalidor, and he is awaiting his death..."
Angela: "Why you.... WAAAAAAAGGHH!!"

Angela received a rude awakening when Sange appeared and hit her sword down into the ground, and crushed the ground as well. She missed by only a few millimeters. Angela suddenly got up, and began racing away as fast as possible, barely noticing that Sange and Drake were chasing her. As Sange noticed Drake was also after Angela, she started throwing punches, and started tripping him. Then, with a maniacal yell of "YOU'RE MINE!!", Drake slashed at Sange, and they both began fighting with their swords, trying to kill the other one, while still being able to kill the girl who was running from them, as if this were a site of cat and mouse. Angela was losing her ability to run: she could only run for so long, seeing as she never had to run so much. Angela was beginning to feel the fatigue..

[ooc]...um... to be continued? And can you say: "Over-kill"? X x; [/ooc]



Edited By Roll on Oct. 05 2003 at 17:14