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    "Sitting on the roof top alone sure makes you hungry" Jhoira thought, as she happily digested her Chokovat. "Makes me wish I had some Quanta-Cola right about now. Dangling her legs over the edge, Jhoira ignored the screaming hordes, and opted instead to look at the glittering advertising that adorned the sides of the many buildings that made up this metropolis. "Suppose it's time to check on that cloud..." she thought, as she steadily adjusted her specs. To her astonishment, the cloud had disappeared, only a trail of corpses and arterial spray was evidence of it's existance. She frantically looked around, trying to divine the demon's whereabouts. She waved her head about, finally settling on the area where the trail came to a halt. The demon had seen her, sitting atop of some coffin by looks of it. Flicking her hair out of her eyes, Jhoira zoomed in on the creature as it made obscene finger gestures with one hand, and lightly weighing a struggling woman on the other. The drew his arm back, and with the same throwing skill he had demonstrated earlier, he tossed his ammunition with unerring accuracy right at her position, which was approximately ten whole kilometers away!. As the living missile hurtled towards the spy, she made a quick back roll to avoid it just in time. The unfortunate lady was mercilessly gored upon the side of the ledge where Jhoira was perched and fell to ground zero, limp from fatal impact. Jhoira counted herself lucky. Had the corpse hit her, the outcome might have ended in much more dire circumstances. She wiped a bead of sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand, and tried to figure out whether that 'thing' was still there. Looking back his last co-ordinates, she only found a message written in blood on a nearby wall. "Look behind you..." was scrawled, but before she could take heed of the advice, a familiar hand reached around her neck and lifted her off the ground, the beast was upon her!

    Hoisting her above the city streets, the beast laughed out in it's gutteral voice. Carelessly dangling her above the streets, he was beginning to humour himself by slowly strightening his fingers, one by one. Jhoira was facing the wrong way to perform any kicks and she was too scared off it letting go of her to bite his hand. Just when she thought the creature was about to relinquish his last finger, he put the rest of them around her neck and hurled her against a nearby chimney. The force of the throw was enough to shatter the solid brick structure, and would have been enough to kill had the nimble thief not shielded the impact with her arm, still undented on impact. A true testament to the creator's skill. The crumbling mortar structure fell in a heap around the unconscious girl. The impact and kinetic shock took it toll. Unfortunately, the demon had other plans, and took the limp body with him. As he made the descent to the ground, his unusual steed tarried beside him. Perching himself firmly on the trellised wooden surface, the casket bolted off, back to his master's lair.

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    Malone carried the mortal in one huge claw, standing on Luggage's lid, giving him a few simple instructions every now and then as they went, trying to get accurately back to his appartment in one piece....this city could be quite treachourous. As Malone guided his strange steed around the bussling streets, this time avoiding going through building's....he had precious cargo, he grimaced as he passed fleeing mortals without doing anything, so much sport, just wasted, he shook his head in dis-appointment.

    He rounded the corner at a slow trot and smiled up at the apartment block that he had bought so long ago, when the city was barely a pub and two houses, on top of the sky scraper those wonderful 3 numbers flared brightly in the night sky, illuminating over the entire city, he laughed at the thought, well of course you would get to that number, as long as you went far enough along a road you are sure to get to '666' eventually, simple elementary, but he still smiled up at his address.

    He got off his steed around the corner and looked to the roof, then back down to Luggage, with a simple crouch he put both hands under the box, picked it up and tossed it up the many storeyed building, faintly hearing a crash as it landed on the roof. With a nod he looked around consciously making sure he didn't have an audience, he put the human under one arm and covered it securely with his coat and wings, the mortal becoming nothing more then a small lump in his back, he then grimaced as the change begun, by the time he rounded the corner at the end of the alley he emergered as nothing more then a hobbled old man carrying a battered black staff that he leaned on heavily, a large hump sticking out of his back.

    Malone nodded frailily at the doorman as he passed, "Hello Henry, how are you today? How's the knee been?" the doorman gave Malone a warm smile as he hobbled passed, "Good night Mr. Yuloga, I've been fine, take care of that back of yours, looks like that hump is playing up again..." He gave Malone a wave as the door of the elevator jolted closed and threw the elevator upwards.

    Malone scowled, but he must keep the door man, he was loyal, one of the most important things in this city, he hated having to be polite to them but it was neccessary for this one, he always seemed so useful as well, at least he never had to take out his rubbish or clean the appartment any more! The doors jerked open on the elevator, and he stepped out changing again into another form, a 7 foot tall elf opened the door to the roof and Lugage bounded hurridly into the room, Malone raised one long eye brow at the bounding fool....

    He threw the mortal on the floor to his appartment, dismissing her as being un-conscious and made himself busy by going quickly around to all his plants, making sure they were all well watered, wandering idly around with the spray bottle.......

    :smokin:
    A fate worse than death is to be forgotten...

    **slaps ollie, birdkiller and beefy and synthetic with the pipe from a vacuum cleaner, before unleashing his trained penguins to finish them**

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    Jhoira's eyes slowly flicked open. Her vision returned to her like blooming rose, the darkness creeping out the edges of her vision. Grasping her head in both hands, she tried to sit up but was overcome by severe aching bones. Slumping back on the floor, she stared up at the sky. No longer was she outside. She rolled her head to both sides and was amazed at what she saw. She was in an apartment, but unlike any she had seen before. This one was luxurious, lavished in all manner of status symbols. From high-tech fixtures, to real plants, everything in this place seemed almost surreal. Only a scant few people in the whole city are able to afford all these items, and very few of those people would be willing to bring in a thief into their homes, especially a good one. Reaching into one of the small cases on her belt, Jhoira quickly withdrew a few small capsules and popped them into her mouth. Instantly her muscles relaxed and the intense pain died down, but it would only be a matter of time until the Zime pills wore off. Quickly springing onto her feet, Jhoira made a quick scan of the room, trying to figure out just where she was. The room was furnished similarly to many of the flashest houses shown on the HV, with a silvered kitchen, extravagant living area and comfortable looking bedroom. Past all the small plants and cream coloured couches in the living area was a small balcony. The door was left ajar and through the glass panes, a magnificent view of the whole city was laid out in front of her. The Stark, with all it's glittering splendour, was many times more beautiful from afar than it was when you looked at it up close. On the small concrete alcove, a tall man was watering the pots that sat on small overhanging trays and at the block's corners. He didn't seem too concerned with anything other than the watering of his plants. Maybe he knew as to why she was here. Jhoira walked forward to query him, but out of the corner of her eye, a familiar walking crate caught her eye. It was that demon's 'steed', the old man was the demon. She had grown sly to it's shapeshifting talents and decided against talking to him. Turning her attention to the possessed box, she was taken aback at the small 'dance' it performed in the corner of the room. It was swivelling around in circles, clumsily spilling the dirt filled pots that littered the corner. Jhoira cautiously approached and gave it a small knock on it's lid. The box abruptly stopped and butted her in the leg, shortly returning to it's happy jig. Rubbing her knee, she decided it would be best just to leave. She proceeded to leave, but not before pilfering a soft drink from the silver fridge and a neat little cactus that caught her fancy. She closed the door quietly behind her, hoping no one would notice anything gone.

    Striding down the corridor and sidling up to the elevator, Jhoira quickly snuck in and looked at the building diagram. According to the plan, she was on the upper of two restricted floors. She wondered as to why an apartment suite would be barred public access but she soon forgot about it as she pushed the ground floor button. The twin doors swung open and revealed a deserted reception area. The empty, desolate hallway was a far cry from the fanciful top floor. A rather large doorman was at watch at the only exit from this rather disturbing building. Knowing that she'd surely be noticed if she casually walked out, Jhoira opted for a different approach. The doors closed off again, and after a minute of frenzied dressing and undressing, opened up again, this time without an occupant. The doorman was looking suspiciously at the malfunctioning elevator doors, curious as to why they randomly opened twice without anyone using them. As he lurched over to check it out, the doors he was standing watch over swung open and closed as if by some phantasmic force. A few metres outside, Jhoira clicked off her stealth suit and ran off into the alleyways. She clawed her way up to the rooftop and quickly located her position. She was near the dockyards again and getting home would not be so hard, had she felt at full strength. Already the effects of the pills were wearing off and consuming anymore could be more disastrous. She had to get back to her home quickly and the rooftops were the quickest route. Making her running jumps, Jhoira made good time and was on the familiar rooftop once again. Exhausted with the effort, she quickly crawled down the ladder and was about to open up her window when she fell unconcious again, overcome by fatigue and extreme heat.

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    Andrea snickered back at the young man who'd just offered her a wash. "Ah, Andie darlin' you still got it in you!" She said to herself. She smiled up at him with her eyes dazzling while mopping up her damp lavender hair with a large towel, rather shabby unfortunately. "Thank you I must get back now. I appreciate it." She nodded. The young man eyed her curiously "Well cutie, don't hesistate to come back." She responded with a raised eyebrow and laughed "Don't count on it." She ran outside, not before hanging the towel up on the clothing line. The night was full with the moon hanging lazily in the night's sky. She looked at her poor clothing, for what was a fine silk robe was now left in tatters. Andrea sighed deeply and took her hat off to calculate the damage to that. What she saw made her laugh "Oh, trusty hat! I love you!" She hugged it close towards her body it remained completely intact every time she made a ridculously dangerous stunt. Trekking home in an unusually quiet road sounded deafening, she though she heard screams of people dying. She wasn't wrong. Littered along the main road, scattered many bloodied bodies, most almost had no chance of surviving. "That daemon has spilt the blood of my family and friends, I shall avenge you all kind citizens..." She shook her head sadly, most in the town gave so much condescension towards her that it hurt, but she knew that death was no punishment. She took of her hat and drew out a long staff from it, it seemed to be condensed into that small amount of space. It was a staff with a long white shaft made of the valuable 'mythril' and a large orb made of emerald which sat prettily upon it, the orb encircled by a large gold ring. A small ribbon with feathers also hung lightly around its shaft, it flew out violently with the wind.

    Andrea ran off to the nearest building and pushed herself up a ladder, by this time she was rather hungry and yearned for something to eat. As she reached the top She scowled looking at the roof top, there was not anything typically unusual about it, but there stood out a small message written out in blood "Look behind you...?" Andrea read out. She quickly darted a look behind her and saw nothing. Something shone and sparkled from the side of her eye. She looked down in the direction of that shine to find that a small trinket had been dropped. Upon closer approach Andrea picked it up, it was the very same necklace she possessed only hours ago. She looked at it in concern, with a frightened look she turned and peered over the edge a small females body lay there. "Jhoira!" She flung herself down, calling out an incantation before she fell to her death. "Float!" she called, she landed floating only centimetres from the ground. Of course, the woman below was not the young girl whom she'd met before, there was nothing she could do to the now inert body that lay before her. "No...I'll kill him!" She said firmly, breaking the spell with a flick of her staff, trying to hold back the tears that fell angrily down her face.

    Letting her tears stream behind her as she broke out in a run, she climbed up the nearest ladder and scouted the area. Only a few rooftops away from her she saw a figure attempt to climb through an abnormally small window, it was that of a young woman, only seconds later the figure fell from weakness. Andrea hoped that she was not a victim of that fiend. She skipped along the rooftops effortlessly and landed softly next to the small heap. "Jhoira!" The mage looked at her, she was very different since she'd cleaned up, but with all those gadgets, she knew almost instantly. Andrea smiled slightly, she would be rather pretty if she was put into a dress. She checked Jhoira's limp body for a sign of life. She had a very weak pulse, the colour was drained from her skin and she had light wounds on her left shoulder, fortunately, she was still breathing, but it was shallow, there wasn't much time. "Thank Tria, she's still alive!" Carrying Jhoira in her arms, which she struggled with as Jhoira was taller then herself. She carefully eased her into the open window. "Hope I'm not intruding..."

    She looked in and sighed with relief as there lay many strange gadgets, machine parts and tools. There was a bed, though left completely in a mass of untidy sheets, laying astray in the most disturbing fashion. "...right. Okay darlin' up you go." Andrea lay Jhoira neatly on the bed's surface and placing the messy covers upon her tidying the bed as she went. Tucking Jhoira in neatly she left the room and came back with a cool damp face towel and placed it on her forehead. "Well...looks like we met sooner then expected." She placed the necklace that Jhoira had misplaced on the nearby table and stood watch over her, taking a seat and sat at Jhoira's bedside, not realising that she herself fell asleep in due time.
    "Water is shapeless...you put it in a cup, it becomes the cup. You put it in a teapot, it becomes the teapot. There can only be one thing. 'Be like water'" - Bruce Lee

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    Master! Master! The little one is escaping!

    Malone turned quietly, and looked down at the stationary box, reaching out with his mind, I know that you fool! I'm not quite as stupid as i look in this body! He flinched as he watched the mortal pick up a cacti and walk off with it, his eyes breifly flared, he took good care of that plant, like all of his plants! This one would pay dearly for that! How dare she steal from me!

    But master she is Getting away!

    He waited, and watched as the fool of a mortal took her sweet time to dawdle around his appartment, how on earth did she expect me not to see her? Taking her time, looking at the map of the building, prodding around in his plants, but he still waited for her to leave, the elevator door jerked heavily open, and she stepped in.

    With a releived sigh, he turned back to Luggage, "Well my friend, in would be no fun if we just kept it locked up in my appartment all day would it!? All good sports have a chase involved...." With his other-sight Malone watched the girl go down the elevator, and then he laughed when she merely went around to the side alley of the building and climbed back up, he shook his head and laughed at the stupidity.....what was the point of doing that? She could have just used the door to get out there!

    He walked up to the reflective glass windows of his Appartment and watched her as she bounced off across the roof tops, raising an arm he looked at his watch, and spoke over his shoulder, "What do you think? Give her forty minutes?" he looked over his shoulder, and the box seemed to give a bounce up and down, it must have signified its aggreance.....

    As he waited, letting the minutes fly by, he smiled as the time ticked down to ten minutes, he walked out side on long legs, and without hesitation, jumped off the side of the sky scraper, changing back into his Daemon body as he fell, pulling out of the fall with a flick of his wings, mere metres from the ground, as he flew along the street at break neck speeds, sending street side stalls and by-standing mortals flying as he passed, he smiled watching the mortal finally arive back at home with his other-sight.

    Although he gave an annoyed sigh as he saw her fall un-conscious at the window, damned weak mortals! I thought she would at least give me a good chase! With a shrug he switched back to his normal sight watching as the mortals were thrown aside and accros the street as he passed with the strong flaps of his wings.

    His smile broadened once again as he came to the base of the building he had been searching for, he looked up and slowly flapped his wings, rising up the side of the building with a slick smile plastered on his face....

    :smokin:
    A fate worse than death is to be forgotten...

    **slaps ollie, birdkiller and beefy and synthetic with the pipe from a vacuum cleaner, before unleashing his trained penguins to finish them**

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    Jhoira sat upright in her bed, still with her eyes closed. She moved her legs and arms around her and was surprised at the burdedned movement they had, and also at the cold cloth that landed in her lap. Opening her eyes, Jhoira was inside her apartment again. Looking around, she saw the window closed and a familiar face sitting on a chair by her bed. It was Andrea, cleaner than the last encounter but still in the tattered garments from earlier. She was sleeping, with her tall hat hung low over her eyes. Silently slipping out her bed, Jhoira quickly went to her cupboard and removed a fresh set of clothes for Andrea to wear. They weren't much, but they were still functionable. Walking over to her familiar table, she gathered up her satchel and pulled out the can of drink and the small cactus out of the bag she had put it in. Luckily, the soil was easily replaced back in the pot, and she proudly placed it in the center of her cluttered table.

    Quickly thinking about the night's events, Jhoira quickly ran over to her bed and reached under for a robot motivator and another suit. This was the time for heavy weaponry and protection. She walked back to her table and pulled a small husk of what used to be an ancient, gas powered grenade launcher, a scavenged item found in an army surplus bin. This thing was much larger than other launchers of it's kind due to the cylinder loading system, but Jhoira had been working to turn it into a more useful weapon. She carefully attached the small motivator unit to the launcher's interior, and put it in such a way, that the motivator would efficiently power the small components that made up the shrap-gun. Carefully re-attaching the lid, Jhoira hefted the machine in two hands, loaded six prepared shells into the loading case and hopped out the window again. Gripping the handle that she had put back into place, she pulled the trigger. From the barrel, a large metal slug fired out and hit the opposite wall. As it connected, a small spray of sharpened tarydium filaments dug their way through the shell casing and several inches into the brick. It was a success! Quickly popping back into her apartment, Jhoira placed the gun on the table and turned her attention to her newly modified white suit.

    "I knew it was a good idea to steal more than one suit!" she thought as she marvelled at the light weight, but highly durable suit. It was constructed of white mono-molecular plasteel stitches which afforded extreme flexibility and protective strength. Some molded iron plates that covered the joints, were actually quite comfortable, and the large medi-crate that was attached to the back would be very helpful. A bullet proofvest was stitched onto both the front and back, and matching white kevlar gloves and boots went well with the whole armoured theme. Picking up a similarly white security helmet, she checked to see if all the sensors worked and if she could still breathe. Everything checked out, and silently putting her helmet aside, Jhoira placed her left arm and began making some slight modifications to it.

    While she worked, she noticed the brilliant, blue metal stick that Andrea had resting by her side. Taking a closer look, she inspected it's quality design, the nice, valuable looking green gem with golden band and the nice ring of feathers that were based on the shaft. Jhoira decided that a slight adjustment could be made to it's effectiveness. Gathering a small metal coil and two fusion cell batteries, she craftily placed it underneath the gem and hooked to wires to the halo. At once, the gem had small electrical veins running through it's translucent interior. Holding the staff in one hand, she lightly tapped it's end on a small steel plate that was left on the floor. The large electrical charge that surged onto the plate made it turn slightly red and singe the floor. Unhooking one of the wires, the emerald lost it's azure sheen and returned to it's unelectrified state. Putting back by Andrea's side, Jhoira returned to work on her 'sidearm'.

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    Andrea fell with a flop, only to connect with the hard ground instead of lying in nice, soft covers. "Oh, I feel like an anvil got dropped on my head..." She got up slowly and wiped the invisible dust on her clothing and placed her hat, which had fallen off and placed it back on her head. No matter how hard she tried, it still remained lopsided. She didn't seem to notice Jhoira, instead Andrea examined her staff. "...Hey, someone's touched my staff! I HATE it when people touch my stuff!" She took a closer look, there was no damage to it, when she held it, she felt more power surge within it. It felt warm to her touch, then suddenly cool again. It changed, rythmically, in waves. "How odd...wait, what's this!" Andrea squinted a little closer at the gem which sat on top. "...Hmm. Some crazy handi-work that is." She swung it high and low and tested it's new power. Under her breath she again called out a short incantation "Oh blessed light!" she released a spell to produce light. Not realising its new potential, a blinding light filled the room. Only a split second later Jhoira screamed.

    "Oh, sorry darling, didn't realise my staffs power. What have you done to it? It's...great! Hmm...what do we have here?" The pretty mage curiously eyed the contents on the table. There sat many contraptions that she wouldn't dare to use, or touch. Not exactly delicate-looking, but difficult. But Andrea's eyes tended towards a strange looking arm type weapon. "Wow, you know I could really soop that up! You know, like 'Super Delicious Ultra Grand Punch!' " She smiled brightly. Jhoira looked at her with a confused emotion painted on her face. Andrea looked at Jhoira with her large sparkling brown eyes. "Hey, it was just an idea. What do you think? I could charge these up with the power of Heraldry! It's the least I can do for all your help."
    "Water is shapeless...you put it in a cup, it becomes the cup. You put it in a teapot, it becomes the teapot. There can only be one thing. 'Be like water'" - Bruce Lee

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    Jhoira looked up at the grinning mage and then back at her arm. It was the same as it had always been, ever since she got it fitted. The solid gold replacement wasn't a usual substitute for her real arm, with it's clumsiness and lack of stealth. But it did however, include the benefits of extra holding room, better utility purposes and added strength which she wouldn't otherwise have. She thought back in the past when she gained this grim reminder of the troubles of thievery.

    Just as she was starting out from those 3 years ago, she quickly gained some notoriety as being a daring and cunning cutpurse. Having stolen riches from beneath their owners noses, the authorities were understandably frustrated. Sending out their golden policenaughts, or the 'golden retreievers' for their golden carapace and their superior capture rate, they hoped to claim the young thief and put an end to her raids. They tracked her to an abandoned storage room, and in the ensueing battle, Jhoira put up a good fight, incapacitating several of the machines with her formerly signature daggers but in the end, when a sneaky plasma bolt from behind severed her left arm, Jhoira was overwhelmed. Fortunately for her, just as she was to be hauled off to a re-education camp, a mysterious maverick snuck in, lay waste to the rest of the robots and rescued Jhoira from the terrible fate that faced her. It was from this rogue gambit, that she learnt the secrets of mechanics, advanced thievery and artificing. She already had a natural affinity for gadgets and a good understanding of spy techniques, but equipped with this knowledge, she could better garner the wealth that life had previously denied her. Just before he mysteriously vanished, her benefactor fitted the golden, machine arm of the Policenaught that maimed her left arm, as a suitable replacement. It was an arm for an arm but he had previously made modifications to it, to make it into a worthy arm for a thief. Jhoira welcomed a replacement arm. Learning to be self-sufficient on one was ok, but having two is always better. On the year that she was left alone again in the world, Jhoira was left no clues as to her teacher's whereabouts. She shed a tear for the loss of her freind and mentor, but she was now a fully capable woman, more than able to take care of her self.

    Thinking of the trials she had overcome with her 'golden touch', Jhoira knew that mere luck would not be able to defeat that demon weirdo. Raising her arm to the patient mage, she replied "I would be honoured to have your help." A wide smile beamed on her previously ghaunt face.

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    Andrea flicked a thick part of her lavender tresses, which obstructed her vision. Her look calm, but switched to serious concern with a few seconds. "Jhoira darling, are you okay, you're crying..." The mage took a small tissue box, removed two from the box with a swipe and handed them to Jhoira who wiped her eyes roughly. "Past memories, I'm guessing" Andrea asked, Jhoira nodding slowly in response. "Darling, there is no use brooding on the past, holding on to something we no longer have. We must move on, if we have to survive. I've learnt this from experience."

    The pretty mage smiled back at Jhoira's previous comment being in the positive. There was a strange look in Jhoira's eyes, Andrea being frustated from not being able to pinpoint exactly what it was. She twisted her lip into a funny shape. "Well then, shall we carry on? Let me see. May I hold the arm?" The dark-haired, mecha-technician nodded, passing her the arm, surprisingly light weight. Andrea inspected it from all angles. "Queer...very queer indeed! I think I can do it. I can force a flow of Heraldic magic to flow through the system so that it is permanent, probably more then doubling your attack power. And...if, hmm, these strange chips, if you make it so that you can connect them to the arm, you can have an elemental attack, with other properties, such as freezing, burning, halting, poisoning, etc. It's all a fun business. I hope it works. I'm really excited!" Andrea jumped up happily hugging Jhoira tightly. "Are there any other advantages?" Jhoira asked. "Hmm...well I've never heard of it being done before, however, if my guess is correct, your new weapon will still be completely customisable, just almost quadruple the power!"
    "Water is shapeless...you put it in a cup, it becomes the cup. You put it in a teapot, it becomes the teapot. There can only be one thing. 'Be like water'" - Bruce Lee

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    Malone continued his up ward float, the smile stuck on his face, he rose his head and looked at the disered window, and listened as there seemed to be company, Malone let out a long sigh, damn it! It all has to happen to me doesn't it! As his rise went on his form shimmered and then faded away, blending into the brick work of the building, floating up inside the masonary of the building, Malone went to the room of the mortal he was chasing, his head went through the wall, still invisible, ahhh yes it was the other one! The one with the funny mage's hat on, what a strange race they were, why they ever deserted the Daemon's back in the dark age still baffled him.

    With a shrug he brought his head back out through the wall, and floated back out into the open, his body tilted and he drew his wings back around his shoulders, and his feet came into contact with the building, and as if it were a perfectly normal event he began walking as if it were normal ground, he scratched his chin, trying to think of the best way to do what he was planning, a full frontal attack wouldn't only be too easy, but just plainly would be fun!

    Aha! Weakness is in the heart with mortals! Get to their feelings and they will fall! Malone reached within himself and tapped the power of his father, the changling fool that had somehow made his way to Pandemonium and met my mother, strange, he only seemed to stay there long enough to conceive me, and then deserted my mother, (although Malone always had a sneaking thought that his mother had killed him). As Malone kept on walking he went over the top of the building and sat on the edge, except he hung his legs onto the roof and sat on the wall, his form distorted and shrunk, it seemed to go through a few shapes,going from a long snake that wrapped and writhed on the wall, to a small rabbit, to a dog, but the form seemed to stop as it went through birds, the form stretched its way making two long black wings, with a matching grey beak, and yellow eyes.

    Malone in the shape of a shining, beutiful Raven flew downwards and landed softly on the windowsill, then with some of the best acting he had down for years on end he fell over onto his side, adjusting his body to show a broken leg and wing.....he squaked pathetically, his mind's eye watching the event and snickering....

    :smokin:
    A fate worse than death is to be forgotten...

    **slaps ollie, birdkiller and beefy and synthetic with the pipe from a vacuum cleaner, before unleashing his trained penguins to finish them**

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