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set in a time far in the future from the end of Azinee ][, C'tri, the leader of a band of warriors must discover what is slowly taking out the leaders of the other 4 main forces on the planet.

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the next team was Azinee, and Daxino. The Queen and King of the Angels. Azrael leaned forwards in his chair.
their opponents were two cyborgs and a C'tri. the first Cyborg was heavily armed, two cannon/guns on each arm, and a shimmering indicated a personal shield. the other was simply armoured, glowing blue channels of power etched into the dark metal of his gauntlets. the C'tri was small compared to the others, wearing black, and having short spiked hair, black. Azinee muttered something to Daxino, who grinned and kissed her briefly. the crowd whistled.
"3...2...1..."

note. on google docs and not yet completed : 29/08/2007

The very heavens have collapsed, stranding hundreds of Angels on the planet.
Groups of hunters roam the world hunting for Angels, the wings, or specifically, the feathers, are very, very valuable.
It is about the time that the Angels will stop running, and start fighting back.

Tantony shouted "Captain!" the guards around the area stopped pretending to busy and picked up weapons. Tantony leaned against the door just as the figure ran at it and hit it, shoulder first. She bounced, but there was a splintering sound from the lock.
The captain appeared. "Suspect inside sir" said tantony. The door flung open, sending Tantony falling forwards, but he came up in a roll, his sword drawn.

a battle between chantelle and Azrael, where Azrael, Angel of Death, is trying to claim a particulally... resilient soul
contains pitched battles, mild peril, flames from above, flying elephants, and Tea Parties.

first paragraph :
Azrael stood in the centre of the city, the sun beating down against the silent streets. They were deserted; most people had fled days ago. But there were some. He checked the List. 'Chantelle' he read. He stretched his wings, and turned.

dramatised argument between megan and someone using her friends account. the actual conversation log was hysterical to read, i shall have to upload that too...
the only suitable setting i could find for an argument like this to take place, face to face, without it escalating to physical violence was in a psychiatric prison.
Exert :

The visitor picked up her phone.
The prisoner picked up her phone.
"Hello Daria", said the visitor.
Daria glared at the visitor. "Who the fuck are you?"

Nb. contains extensive swearing and minor racist remarks.
remarks made in the conversation log and dramatised do not reflect my views at all.