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Post by Illya Ivanov on Feb 18, 2007 13:17:52 GMT -5
His smile immediately became a thin tight line and Illya's blue eyes hardened in a brief flash of anger. "Do not agonize nd widen zh gap between your allies, Maria." He snapped at her. "To fight wif each other iz to bring ruinz to ourselves, 'nd ef zhat happens, the pure would vin without ever raising ah finger." He really didn't want to punish or admonish anyone so early on in the game, but if he had to, Illya would. Nothing would stop him from leading the demonic to victory. Her personal agenda, along with anyone else's, came second to him.
The Russian stepped forward toward Kros, ignoring the girl's last statement about putting things into motion. He would tell her in good time, but first... "Kros." A simple word. Illya looked at the other by and made sure he had his attention before continuing. "We haf the same enemy, vne that iz strong if we vere to stand as individualz, but weak ef we, zha Demonic, are unified." The shapeshifter was strong, the brunette knew that. But, he was also very influential, with him others would come along to fight. And as everyone knew, you couldn't win a war with only a small unit.
Illya was once again weaving his web, planning ahead for the future. They needed Kros, and he knew it.
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Post by Kros on Feb 20, 2007 19:35:26 GMT -5
Kros smiled as Illya said that he was a needed part of the Demonic. He smiled, sitting down on a neaby boulder.
"Oh, believe me. You haven't seen anything yet. When I'm mad and ready to destory the Pure, you'll know..."
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