Soren did not think that he had spent so much time in the training room. He had expected everyone else to be still asleep. As he walked out he turned to see Caius talking to an unfamiliar girl. She wasn't nephilim, she wasn't demon, so she had to be an angel. Why was Caius wasting his time speaking to her? Weren't both Lu and Regulus enough to teach him that angels were not to be trusted? Even Alistair, despite how he acted towards Caius and Cal, Soren could feel that he wasn't as good as he tried to show them. Angels were all just a bunch of killers who would turn on them, the nephilim, the moment they found no use for them. Still, with such violent urges itching at the back of his mind every day, did that make him just as bad as an angel? "No one's helping you." Soren spoke up as he walked over towards Caius and the girl. "Mali left us to go with Lu and Alistair and just look at how she's acted towards us." Soren directed this towards Caius. "Go back to your own kind." He narrowed his eyes at Joslyn, eyeing her suspiciously. She certainly didn't seem like any other angel he had seen. If anything, she was afraid but that was probably just a mask for her true nature.
Soren did not think that he had spent so much time in the training room. He had expected everyone else to be still asleep. As he walked out he turned to see Caius talking to an unfamiliar girl. She wasn't nephilim, she wasn't demon, so she had to be an angel. Why was Caius wasting his time speaking to her? Weren't both Lu and Regulus enough to teach him that angels were not to be trusted? Even Alistair, despite how he acted towards Caius and Cal, Soren could feel that he wasn't as good as he tried to show them. Angels were all just a bunch of killers who would turn on them, the nephilim, the moment they found no use for them. Still, with such violent urges itching at the back of his mind every day, did that make him just as bad as an angel? "No one's helping you." Soren spoke up as he walked over towards Caius and the girl. "Mali left us to go with Lu and Alistair and just look at how she's acted towards us." Soren directed this towards Caius. "Go back to your own kind." He narrowed his eyes at Joslyn, eyeing her suspiciously. She certainly didn't seem like any other angel he had seen. If anything, she was afraid but that was probably just a mask for her true nature.
To be fair she said it makes you "look uneducated". Anyways, I'm pretty sure everybody here is reasonable enough to realize that tattoos don't change who you are or how smart you are. If you're stupid before getting a tattoo you'll be the same level of stupid after getting one. If you're smart and get a tattoo, you'll still be smart...just not everyone will see you that way because opinions. Admittedly, showing off every tattoo you have in a professional setting may not be the best idea but I guess that really depends on where you work and who your boss is(and how many phalli you may or may not have tattooed to your body). Anyways, the only time a tattoo changes anything important about you is when it's this.
That's pretty cool. Not sure what else needs to be said but those drums are pretty catchy. It's a shame they're downplayed so much on the original tracks.
Looks like English voice actors are already being looked at or cast...probably. Katy Townsend's resume lists "various" for her work on the game. Considering the last resume leak about FFXV turned out to be true(before the title change was revealed) there's some hope for this. Source: DualShockers
A comeback of the series Heroes is happening 2015! NBC isn't saying anything about returning cast members but they say it's a possibility. Before the 13 episode miniseries premiers NBC will "launch a digital series that will introduce the new characters and story lines". Source
Well that's great. Although it would have been amusing to see how bad it (probably) would have come out.
Why is there even any need for a sequel? ...Sometimes the 90s should just stay in the 90s.
DAY 75 Friday, December 6th, 2013 The morning started out the same for Soren as it had any other day. With training. Even when the usual room was occupied by someone else, he could find somewhere else to practice. He had spent enough days using his teleportation to feel comfortable with traveling any distance he pleased but without mastery over the power to stop time, he still felt weak. Being physically stronger than a demon was not enough, being able to kill any number of weaklings would never amount to being able to kill a Dark Angel on his own. His progress had been coming to a stop and soon the only way he knew he could be certain to get any stronger was if he killed one of the angels residing in Hell. There would be no going back if he went all out. His last battle with Regulus had not been about killing him but, rather, learning how an angel like him fought. He had observed the others enough to get an idea of where they stood in terms of power but that was nowhere near the same as actually fighting them. Soren sighed out and scratched his chin, looking around the empty training room. Each day the room looked worse as his fighting continued to wear the place down. He wondered if about asking Cal or Caius to spar with him but the last thing he wanted to do was hurt either of them. At the same time, not doing it only meant he was being too soft with them just as he was with his sister. It would only do them more harm than good if everyone was not at their best when it came time to fight. Unsure of what to do, Soren left the training room to head back into the nephilim room in hopes of finding the others already awake.
The morning started out the same for Soren as it had any other day. With training. Even when the usual room was occupied by someone else, he could find somewhere else to practice. He had spent enough days using his teleportation to feel comfortable with traveling any distance he pleased but without mastery over the power to stop time, he still felt weak. Being physically stronger than a demon was not enough, being able to kill any number of weaklings would never amount to being able to kill a Dark Angel on his own. His progress had been coming to a stop and soon the only way he knew he could be certain to get any stronger was if he killed one of the angels residing in Hell. There would be no going back if he went all out. His last battle with Regulus had not been about killing him but, rather, learning how an angel like him fought. He had observed the others enough to get an idea of where they stood in terms of power but that was nowhere near the same as actually fighting them. Soren sighed out and scratched his chin, looking around the empty training room. Each day the room looked worse as his fighting continued to wear the place down. He wondered if about asking Cal or Caius to spar with him but the last thing he wanted to do was hurt either of them. At the same time, not doing it only meant he was being too soft with them just as he was with his sister. It would only do them more harm than good if everyone was not at their best when it came time to fight. Unsure of what to do, Soren left the training room to head back into the nephilim room in hopes of finding the others already awake.
KH2 states that drive forms borrow power from someone else in the party(Donald or Goofy) which is how Sora is able to use two keyblades. There's a bit of a plot hole in that the first scene we see of Sora using it, neither Donald or Goofy disappear despite that happening for the rest of the game. ...Roxas is the only person so far to use two keyblades without borrowing power from someone else. Since Xion was created pretty early in his life, I think Roxas always had the power to dual wield but because of Xion stealing his powers, couldn't until she was gone. That probably has to do with the fact that Ven's heart resides in Sora and while Sora was out sleeping, both keyblades were up for grabs by Roxas(and of course changed form to reflect Roxas's ties with Sora and whatnot).
New trailer to go along with the release of the PS4 in Japan today. Still looking pretty with those fire effects.
The flaw in your argument is that Roxas does not have Sora's heart yet he still has the Kingdom Key(initially) anyways. Roxas is connected to Ven through Sora and that's why he looks like Ven. Plus Nobodies are known to grow hearts of their own so Roxas doesn't need to have Ven's heart...and I don't think it was ever confirmed that Roxas did or did not have Ven's heart.
After an anticlimactic confrontation leaving a wrecked room in the abbey, Henrik dusted himself off, looked at Brandon who was also still alive, and shrugged. Mali had backed off so...they won...? Yeah. They showed her. He then headed back to Iris to tell her about what happened. When all was said and done, the two went to sleep.
And that was when things took a turn for the worse. The first pew cracked and split in two, narrowly missing him but as Henrik tried to use his telekinesis once more nothing happened. He dived to the side to avoid getting smacked by the next oncoming pew. What the hell? Why didn't it work?! This sickness is messing with your concen- He drew Nakah in an attempt to use the blade to cleave a pew in half only to be knocked down by it during the effort. Henrik stayed down to avoid getting smashed by the flying debris as he tried to get his head to stop spinning. Now's not a good time to lay down and recover. Araquiel reminded him as if it was really Henrik's choice to be ill. Henrik blinked several times in quick succession to refocus and flicked his wrist in Mali's direction causing rock spikes to erupt from the floor, tearing through it and surround the girl in a crude sort of cage. I don't think putting her in time-out is going to help.
And that was when things took a turn for the worse. The first pew cracked and split in two, narrowly missing him but as Henrik tried to use his telekinesis once more nothing happened. He dived to the side to avoid getting smacked by the next oncoming pew. What the hell? Why didn't it work?! This sickness is messing with your concen- He drew Nakah in an attempt to use the blade to cleave a pew in half only to be knocked down by it during the effort. Henrik stayed down to avoid getting smashed by the flying debris as he tried to get his head to stop spinning. Now's not a good time to lay down and recover. Araquiel reminded him as if it was really Henrik's choice to be ill. Henrik blinked several times in quick succession to refocus and flicked his wrist in Mali's direction causing rock spikes to erupt from the floor, tearing through it and surround the girl in a crude sort of cage. I don't think putting her in time-out is going to help.
Mali was insistent about "going where she wanted" but had yet to do anything to prove her point. ...Not that Henrik doubted her seriousness. She was a child, dangerous or not, and they couldn't immediately resort to violence just because this girl was stubborn. Though, the more spoke the more Henrik was willing to believe that there was no changing this girl's mind. If they couldn't talk her into changing sides then getting her to back off was the next best thing. "There's no scenario in where Hell comes out on top. If you don't want to join us, that's your choice, but you won't survive very long. Just walk away. You can't get past us and when you don't, there's a good chance Lucifer...Lu...or whoever's in charge of babysitting you will kill you for it." Henrik shook his head slowly. "Is it fear that's keeping you in line? Because now that you're here, this is your chance to switch sides. They wouldn't be able to get you." Things would have been different had Mali been an angel. Henrik would have wasted no time putting her down if she had been but this was different. If it had been Anna or Soren arriving at the church and he had not been there to talk them into changing sides, he would hope that someone else would try just as hard. ...And Milo went to sleep thinking about how small the private jet was. He had owned larger, one of which had a talking chair installed for some strange reason.
Mali was insistent about "going where she wanted" but had yet to do anything to prove her point. ...Not that Henrik doubted her seriousness. She was a child, dangerous or not, and they couldn't immediately resort to violence just because this girl was stubborn. Though, the more spoke the more Henrik was willing to believe that there was no changing this girl's mind. If they couldn't talk her into changing sides then getting her to back off was the next best thing. "There's no scenario in where Hell comes out on top. If you don't want to join us, that's your choice, but you won't survive very long. Just walk away. You can't get past us and when you don't, there's a good chance Lucifer...Lu...or whoever's in charge of babysitting you will kill you for it." Henrik shook his head slowly. "Is it fear that's keeping you in line? Because now that you're here, this is your chance to switch sides. They wouldn't be able to get you." Things would have been different had Mali been an angel. Henrik would have wasted no time putting her down if she had been but this was different. If it had been Anna or Soren arriving at the church and he had not been there to talk them into changing sides, he would hope that someone else would try just as hard. ...And Milo went to sleep thinking about how small the private jet was. He had owned larger, one of which had a talking chair installed for some strange reason.
[/url] While disappointing that Sal was the only one to speak up, him saying that there were more of them did give some hope to the little "save the world" mission they had going on. It meant that betting on these people to win might not be a bad idea. He always made sure he was on the winning side. "Alright, fine. I'll take part in this gang of yours." Only so long as they were assured to victory, but Milo was not about to tell them that.
While disappointing that Sal was the only one to speak up, him saying that there were more of them did give some hope to the little "save the world" mission they had going on. It meant that betting on these people to win might not be a bad idea. He always made sure he was on the winning side. "Alright, fine. I'll take part in this gang of yours." Only so long as they were assured to victory, but Milo was not about to tell them that.
Once more Henrik heard about Soren's temper this time from someone who might have known him better. He could only hope this was an exaggeration. The last thing he wanted for them was to have them become just like Araquiel. His children did not even know he and Iris were alive. ...And maybe that wasn't such a bad thing. Better that than to think he had abandoned them. If they were to find that their parents were still alive, it would be from himself or Iris, not anyone else. He had too much to make up for. "That's a strange name, Mali. Did Lu name you?" He hated to think what kind of names Lu would have picked for Soren and Anna if she had her way. This girl had a sister, one of which who wanted to leave Hell along with his children. Mali showed no desire for leaving like the others did. Henrik hoped she was just being a stubborn kid who had not thought about the people she was with. Fighting a kid, even a nephilim, would leave a bad taste. "If God got involved with anything here on Earth, Soren and Anna would not have been taken from me. You would be with your parents with your sister and none of this would be happening." Henrik sighed and looked down. "You know, kid, you don't have to go back to them. You don't belong in Hell. If Lu's tricked you into thinking that she cares about you, I'm sorry. You're nothing more than a tool to them." "I understand better than you think. The point is, you were born in Hell, but that doesn't mean that's where you belong. You don't have to be like them."
Once more Henrik heard about Soren's temper this time from someone who might have known him better. He could only hope this was an exaggeration. The last thing he wanted for them was to have them become just like Araquiel. His children did not even know he and Iris were alive. ...And maybe that wasn't such a bad thing. Better that than to think he had abandoned them. If they were to find that their parents were still alive, it would be from himself or Iris, not anyone else. He had too much to make up for. "That's a strange name, Mali. Did Lu name you?" He hated to think what kind of names Lu would have picked for Soren and Anna if she had her way. This girl had a sister, one of which who wanted to leave Hell along with his children. Mali showed no desire for leaving like the others did. Henrik hoped she was just being a stubborn kid who had not thought about the people she was with. Fighting a kid, even a nephilim, would leave a bad taste. "If God got involved with anything here on Earth, Soren and Anna would not have been taken from me. You would be with your parents with your sister and none of this would be happening." Henrik sighed and looked down. "You know, kid, you don't have to go back to them. You don't belong in Hell. If Lu's tricked you into thinking that she cares about you, I'm sorry. You're nothing more than a tool to them." "I understand better than you think. The point is, you were born in Hell, but that doesn't mean that's where you belong. You don't have to be like them."
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Someone's here. Henrik rubbed his eyes, glad that this was no hallucination. At least Araquiel had heard it as well. He looked over to his wife who seemed was confused. It sounded like no one from their group. They were not supposed to be back so soon anyways. "Stay here. Don't leave unless I come for you." "You're in no condition-" "Something's wrong. Stay put." Iris looked up at him with concern but made no further attempt to stop him as he left to find whoever it was that had spoken. Henrik drew Nakah as he slowly made his way through the abbey until he stopped behind Brandon, the only other person who had stayed behind. There was a young girl there in that same room with them, someone immediately recognizable as no angel. What experiences Araquiel had in previous lives had already blended with his own as well as his ability to pick out those who controlled such a dark power as that mist. The scent was overwhelming yet this blonde girl could not have been an angel. She was something else entirely, something he--no--Araquiel had seen many times before. A nephilim. That's not Anna. Our blood doesn't run through her veins. Henrik was unsure if he should have been relieved to see this girl standing before them. His children should have appeared to be around this girl's age. Even as the pain of emptiness grew inside of him he stepped forward. "She's nephilim. I've--no--Araquiel's dealt with many before." He spoke quietly towards Brandon. She's not full-grown but we're not exactly in peak shape. Kill her quickly. The first thing on his mind was not what she was doing there nor was it the violent intent he could feel from her. "Do you know my children?" If she was like the twins she had to have been in the same situation as Soren and Anna. "Soren. Anna. Those are their names. They're also nephilim. Where are they?" [/url] Milo had just finished adjusting his suit when the door was knocked on. The others must have been early birds. At least this meant he did not have to wait all day for them to show up. After one last look in the mirror to fix his hair, Milo headed towards the door and opened it to find the group Sal had mentioned the day before. The boy had even taken his advice and cleaned up a little. Now, if he were to join them, he would not have to be embarrassed to be seen with them. "Much better." Milo spoke to Sal before looking the others over carefully. None of them seemed to be particularly weak but there seemed to be so little of them. "Are there any more of you? Or is this it?"
Someone's here. Henrik rubbed his eyes, glad that this was no hallucination. At least Araquiel had heard it as well. He looked over to his wife who seemed was confused. It sounded like no one from their group. They were not supposed to be back so soon anyways. "Stay here. Don't leave unless I come for you." "You're in no condition-" "Something's wrong. Stay put." Iris looked up at him with concern but made no further attempt to stop him as he left to find whoever it was that had spoken. Henrik drew Nakah as he slowly made his way through the abbey until he stopped behind Brandon, the only other person who had stayed behind. There was a young girl there in that same room with them, someone immediately recognizable as no angel. What experiences Araquiel had in previous lives had already blended with his own as well as his ability to pick out those who controlled such a dark power as that mist. The scent was overwhelming yet this blonde girl could not have been an angel. She was something else entirely, something he--no--Araquiel had seen many times before. A nephilim. That's not Anna. Our blood doesn't run through her veins. Henrik was unsure if he should have been relieved to see this girl standing before them. His children should have appeared to be around this girl's age. Even as the pain of emptiness grew inside of him he stepped forward. "She's nephilim. I've--no--Araquiel's dealt with many before." He spoke quietly towards Brandon. She's not full-grown but we're not exactly in peak shape. Kill her quickly. The first thing on his mind was not what she was doing there nor was it the violent intent he could feel from her. "Do you know my children?" If she was like the twins she had to have been in the same situation as Soren and Anna. "Soren. Anna. Those are their names. They're also nephilim. Where are they?"
[/url] "Well now that you've found me," Milo pulled off the pendant and crushed it in his hand leaving nothing but a fine black powder to fall from his hand, "I don't have any use for this anymore." That took me three hundred years to make. Far too long for something so useless. You would not say that if you were the one who was tracked down and killed lifetimes ago by some self-righteous Fallen. Do you wish to know why it took so long to make that? Humans have such short lives. That, along with the materials I needed- And that's a story I don't care for. Keep it to yourself. Milo reached into his pocket, checking his watch with his free hand, before pulling out a credit card. "My name is Milo. The annoying voice in my head is Armaros." He held out the card to Sal. "Are all angels so paranoid about being found?" He shook his head not caring for an answer. He figured he just got stuck with a defective one. "Here, kid, get you and your friends a nice place to stay. Go ahead, spend it all on one place if you'd like, I have far too much money to know what to spend it all on anyways." Milo smirked. "And get yourself some new clothes. You look a little too shabby to be renting yourself out to an angel." If Hell was on the move, Milo wondered why Lucifer had not already sent an invitation of his own. Maybe things were already cramped downstairs. Playing for Hell's side was not an ideal situation but if all Heaven had were a bunch of rejects on the frontlines... Still, he had yet to see the others Sal had spoke of. The last thing he wanted to do was be on the losing side of what was coming. Fighting for things like justice or love was against his personal code but if Hell had no use for him, then he had little choice in the matter. "Bring your friends back tomorrow. I want to know who I'd be fighting alongside before agreeing to anything." And, more importantly, if there was anything in it for him. After Sal said what he needed to say and all was said and done between the two Milo shut the door and went to sleep.
"Well now that you've found me," Milo pulled off the pendant and crushed it in his hand leaving nothing but a fine black powder to fall from his hand, "I don't have any use for this anymore." That took me three hundred years to make. Far too long for something so useless. You would not say that if you were the one who was tracked down and killed lifetimes ago by some self-righteous Fallen. Do you wish to know why it took so long to make that? Humans have such short lives. That, along with the materials I needed- And that's a story I don't care for. Keep it to yourself. Milo reached into his pocket, checking his watch with his free hand, before pulling out a credit card. "My name is Milo. The annoying voice in my head is Armaros." He held out the card to Sal. "Are all angels so paranoid about being found?" He shook his head not caring for an answer. He figured he just got stuck with a defective one. "Here, kid, get you and your friends a nice place to stay. Go ahead, spend it all on one place if you'd like, I have far too much money to know what to spend it all on anyways." Milo smirked. "And get yourself some new clothes. You look a little too shabby to be renting yourself out to an angel." If Hell was on the move, Milo wondered why Lucifer had not already sent an invitation of his own. Maybe things were already cramped downstairs. Playing for Hell's side was not an ideal situation but if all Heaven had were a bunch of rejects on the frontlines... Still, he had yet to see the others Sal had spoke of. The last thing he wanted to do was be on the losing side of what was coming. Fighting for things like justice or love was against his personal code but if Hell had no use for him, then he had little choice in the matter. "Bring your friends back tomorrow. I want to know who I'd be fighting alongside before agreeing to anything." And, more importantly, if there was anything in it for him. After Sal said what he needed to say and all was said and done between the two Milo shut the door and went to sleep.
[/url] Knock knock. Milo turned towards the door and raised an eyebrow. He had been so busy pacing that he had lost track of time. He opened the door to find himself facing a young man with a compass in his hand. There was no way he could have been handed the compass. Perhaps... "I was expecting Xathanael. I was sure someone like her would be using the compass." Milo looked behind Sal to check if anyone was with him. They seemed to be alone for the moment. "Did she die? That'd be amusing considering all I've heard about--Oh wait, I guess you're wondering why I'm not surprised to see you." Milo held up the pendant hung around his neck. "Armaros is very good at making trinkets like this. It heats up when that compass points our way. Not the most useful thing around but it takes away the surprise of unannounced visitors." Too much talk. Milo scratched his chin trying to ignore the angel scratching at the inside his head. "So what's another angel doing here? If you're here to bond over a few drinks--" The point. Get to it. Yes yes. You're worse than I am. We'll have to put a muzzle on you. He sighed and shook his head. "So what is this visit about?"
Knock knock. Milo turned towards the door and raised an eyebrow. He had been so busy pacing that he had lost track of time. He opened the door to find himself facing a young man with a compass in his hand. There was no way he could have been handed the compass. Perhaps... "I was expecting Xathanael. I was sure someone like her would be using the compass." Milo looked behind Sal to check if anyone was with him. They seemed to be alone for the moment. "Did she die? That'd be amusing considering all I've heard about--Oh wait, I guess you're wondering why I'm not surprised to see you." Milo held up the pendant hung around his neck. "Armaros is very good at making trinkets like this. It heats up when that compass points our way. Not the most useful thing around but it takes away the surprise of unannounced visitors." Too much talk. Milo scratched his chin trying to ignore the angel scratching at the inside his head. "So what's another angel doing here? If you're here to bond over a few drinks--" The point. Get to it. Yes yes. You're worse than I am. We'll have to put a muzzle on you. He sighed and shook his head. "So what is this visit about?"
