Legion
Cultured - Calculating - Impatient
Pet Name: Legion
Owner: Syncopated
Theme / Type: Nightmare Anya
Gender: Male
MisticPal Name: We
MisticPal Age: 5551 Days
Battle Portal Stats
Hit Points: 4 / 4
Strength: 2
Defense: 3
Speed: 4
Intellect: 3
Misticpower: 1
Battles Won: 0
Battles Lost: 0
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Legion
The Horseman of Death
"And when he had opened the fourth seal, I heard the voice of the fourth beast say, Come and see. And I looked, and behold a pale horse: and his name that sat on him was Death, and Hell followed with him. And power was given unto them over the fourth part of the earth, to kill with sword, and with hunger, and with death, and with the beasts of the earth."
~Revelation 6:7-6:8
-Apathetic-Calculating-Merciless-Refined-Dignified-
Name: Legion
Alias: Liij (rarely used)
Age: Unknown
Class: Divine Demon
RP Status: Open
[Quad, Anthro]
Status: Single
Orientation: Unknown
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"For a god of death you sure are a putz."
"I'm not a god Taunt, if you'll remember correctly. And that sort of blasphemy is exactly the type of talk that's going to get us a one way ticket to the ninth circle of Hell."
"Don't tell me you buy into that Dante's Inferno nonsense, Liij. We don't even work for that One, if you know what I mean. Our boss is just an old copycat with a destruction complex. C'mon now, poppet, I thought you were smarter than that."
The petite Lirionox barely managed to dodge out of the way of the blow the Cheran aimed at her. His claws remained a few inches from her face as he continued to gaze out over the lip of the building's roof, never once turning to look at her.
"I'm no 'putz' as you so graciously put it, Taunt, and you'll soon learn to remember that. Mari, can't you keep your wench under control?"
"What?!" the Braenon spluttered angrily, glaring daggers at the sweet smile now gracing Taunt's features. "She's not my responsibilty!"
"Now, now, love, don't get so offended. Heaven knows, I'll be your wench any day of the week!"
Mari looked for a brief moment as if she were about to murder the Lirionox, but a few deep breaths later she had gotten herself back under some state of composure. Legion glanced reprovingly at both of them, a hint of distaste passing over his features for a brief moment before his face regained it's typical bored expression.
"If you're done, we have quite a bit of planning to do. Or have you forgotten?"
Mari replied sullenly, never taking her eyes off of the infuriating Taunt now standing much too close for comfort. "I don't quite see the point of all of this organization. If we're going to be ending the world we may as well just play it by ear. Lord knows it's not going to be a pretty affair either way."
"Yes, Mari, but you fail to see the point. If we are going to be the ones to bring about the end of life as they know it, then we may as well do it in style."
"That's your issue," a fourth voice piped in. A Tarinooki emerged from the dilapidated skyscraper's penthouse stairwell, stretching lazily as he did so. "You're too caught up in the aesthetics. I say we burn the place to the ground and be done with it."
"You would, Kale," Mari laughed humorlessly, eyebrow raising at the Tarinooki's tardiness.
"What?" Kale grumbled, raising his hands in mock surrender at the unvoiced question. "A guy's gotta sleep, ya know!"
Legion's hand made contact with his face audibly, an irritated groan escaping his lips as it did so. Why did the Boss have to pick this dysfunctional, unorganized rabble to be his partners? They were never going to get anything done.
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Somehow, I highly doubt that.
Can't you keep that wench of yours under control?!
Blowing it up or setting it on fire is not always the answer, you know.
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