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I... don't think I've read anything about that, so I don't know what to say.
What does that have to do with Hellsing?
Now using Trivialis handle.Nothing, I just wondered if you knew anything about it since what you said about Hellsing felt so true.
Shameless Self-promotion ho!I'm sorry. I don't think I can help you there.
I still don't understand the relation this has to Hellsing's activities.
Now using Trivialis handle.-The mako glow becomes red and consumes both eyes, until the pupils and scleras are no longer visible. Then he sits up, grinning, his mouth now filled with rows of needle-like teeth. A presence settles at the edges of everyone's minds-
MY SOUL IS DARK BUT MY HAIR IS COLORFUL — Brahian Pokémon Alchemist-Volkov and Joshua Point their Rifles at Cloud-
Don't make any sudden moves "Cloud".
If you attack... Then we have no choice but to subdue you.
Shameless Self-promotion ho!-"Cloud" continues grinning, but a voice projects itself into their minds, Cloud's as the most prominent, but with several layered underneath-
{My Son... he is so tired.... You all comfort him in my absence.... I commend you.... }
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MY SOUL IS DARK BUT MY HAIR IS COLORFUL — Brahian Pokémon Alchemist{He is a bastard... it is simply what he is.... He was born to weakness, and I made him strong....}
{He is happy because of me.... Every unpleasant thought, I have banished... every foe, I have conquered... every friend, I have made.... And yet he shuns me so, my Son.... } -His head cocks to the side... and then keeps cocking until it rests at an impossible angle, yet no break is heard-
edited 13th Nov '11 9:45:33 PM by GameSpazzer
MY SOUL IS DARK BUT MY HAIR IS COLORFUL — Brahian Pokémon Alchemist-his head rights itself, then slowly twists to "look" at Sion, still grinning- {I love my Son... I have made his bones and his flesh and his blood superior.... I chase away his hate.... You still doubt me....}
edited 13th Nov '11 10:07:24 PM by GameSpazzer
MY SOUL IS DARK BUT MY HAIR IS COLORFUL — Brahian Pokémon AlchemistJenova...
Damn straight that your "Son" hates you, Out. Lest we be forced to put him down for his own good.
-In the home of the Traveler, The Traveler watches the drama unfold with glee and wishes to participate, but alas; he cannot for his power is needed to the preparations for his mad plan-
edited 13th Nov '11 11:02:19 PM by Strigon
Shameless Self-promotion ho!Ah, the half-truth. The greatest weapon for these kinds of villains.
{I shall show you... I have made him so happy... you may judge yourself.... -A series of memories flash through their minds: A boy watching from the corner of a playground as others laughed and kicked a ball between themselves; Staring in horror at a blonde woman's charred body; A boy, barely a young man, lying on a table, surrounded by figures in white muttering about "tissue samples from the lungs, liver, spinal column, and heart" and watching in terror as a scalpel draws closer; A man staring at his hands in horror, realising he was literally no one, a thing, and then looking at a woman with brown hair pleadingly, only for her to stare back, pity all over her tearstained face-}
-still grinning- {See how my Son aches without me.... I have solved all these problems for him, you know.}
MY SOUL IS DARK BUT MY HAIR IS COLORFUL — Brahian Pokémon Alchemist

R-Ronno, what kind of area of the forest would you like to live in? One that looks familiar to your old home, or...?
I dunno, maybe near an empty log? When it gets cold there, I can hide in it for warmth... But if it gets really cold, I'll just stay with you... if that's fine...
edited 13th Nov '11 8:45:28 PM by Tatsumar
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