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January 28th, 2008: Newark

Posted by theenochian on 2008.05.29 at 00:42

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steampunksaint at 2008-06-06 12:35 (UTC) (Link)
Archibald's grip on his gun tightened a little.

"Slow down there Michael. I'm not taking you anywhere until I know why I should trust you. You're not the... friendliest or most... normal man I've seen.
The Enochian
theenochian at 2008-06-06 18:37 (UTC) (Link)
"Not Michael. Uriel." The Enochian began to move his finger in some kind of strange pattern over the snowy ground beneath him. The snow melted as he did, and slowly but surely, a symbol coalesced out of the white carpet.

"Trust me because you don't have a choice. You need me. Don't know it, but you do." He looks up, directly into Archibald's eyes, as he stops moving his finger. The pattern on the ground suddenly erupts into flame.

"I can cleanse your sins."
steampunksaint at 2008-06-11 00:54 (UTC) (Link)
Archibald shrugged.

"You've given me absolutely no reason to trust you Uriel, Michael, whoever you are. And yet you demand that I show you something many would die to get their hands on."

He turned his back, keeping a tight grip on his guns.

"My crew and I will be leaving now. If you try to follow us, we'll be forced to kill you. Please don't force us into that situation."

Archibald began to walk away, motioning for his crew to follow. He listened carefully for footsteps, so that he might turn and fire should the man decide to attack.
The Enochian
theenochian at 2008-06-11 05:20 (UTC) (Link)
"The end of the world is not yours to stop, Captain," came the Enochian's voice from behind Archibald. "You need to understand that before you have any chance of succeeding."

As he spoke, the Enochian's eyes changed back to the pure black, with white pupils. He smiled, then, and held out his hand. The flames from the ground beneath him leaped up into his hand, and their glow caused his unnatural eyes to glint with an abyssal light.

"And as for trust...well...I'm sure there are plenty who would love to know where Archibald Kavanaugh is. I found you this time, and I can find you again. Besides..." The Enochian clenched his hand into a fist, and the fire immediately went out. "This body may be the key to power unlike anything you've ever seen. Maybe this is the moment when everything goes awry. Maybe you turn away from me, leave me here, and I'm soon found by some Chthonic entity, that proceeds to use me to end the world. You really want to take that risk?"

The Enochian suddenly stumbled forward, and fell to his knees. His eyes instantly reverted to the dark blue they had been at the start of the conversation.

"What...what happened?" He looked up and saw Archibald's back. "What...what did you do to me? Why am I on my knees?" The Enochian hefted himself to his feet, and then stared, aghast, at the scorched snow around him. "What the hell happened?"
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