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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on May 6, 2007 20:23:52 GMT -5
"No offense kid, but you're some kind of idiot to be picking a fight with someone so obviously out of your league," Franco commented with one of his copper eyebrows raised. "Still, I can respect that. If you need me I'll be watching."
He could see that this kid had an unusual gift, though whether it would get him anywhere was beyond Franco. As a werewolf he had a bit of magic immunity, which would have helped him. Some people made werewolves out to be too powerful with their agility and slight magic wards, but this really wasn't the case... at least not with all the freaks carrying around silver knives and bullets these days. Try having your whole race's weakness publicized since the beginning of time and see how you feel.
But there was Franco's thought wandering again.
Whatever happened, he kind of hoped the kid didn't win, just so he could kick the crap out of this guy with no excuses or whining of how he was 'weakened first by the singer'.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on May 7, 2007 14:42:13 GMT -5
Israfel clenched his hand and dark magic spurred from his fingertips and his eyes sparked like electricity as he parted his lips slightly into a smile, foot sliding bahind him and his knees bent so that his other hand lightly touched the hard floor of the Ninth Heaven and magic dripped from his fingertips and coarsed beneath him like veins of blood. This magic gave him more controll over the general area, the floor creaked as if it was nigh close to shattering under thier feet as they stood. "You better start singing then..." Israfel muttered darkly as the magic moved into the windowpanes to turn the light dark purple as it was caught in the dark filter to send the magic adrift in the sun's rays. Almost as if the building was on fire the air became thick and hot, sticking poisonously to the lungs though Israfel only seemed to be made stronger by it. The windows could be shattered but the damage had already been done and so it could take weeks for it to disspell.
Israfel's true power was hindered now because of the long scar that pulsed like a heart on his hand, burning the flesh which underlay the skin. The blood bond he had formed with Suzume had left this scar like a curse mark, surging outwards to destroy the skin with horrid burning which surged up his arm. It was a safeguard for Suzume to keep Israfel from gaining power stronger than her own and tipping the scales so that he would have controll over her. Because the blood bond which had been formed would only let one keep controll as long as they were stronger- that seemed like an impossibility for Israfel since it was equally impossible for him to reveal the full extent of his ability. By this point the scar had made it's way to his shoulder and his arm trembled, Israfel cursed under his breath that the limit was set this low. His eyebrows furrowed whilst he sprung out his muscles as he pulled his silver bladed knuckledusters into grip and they reflected the dark light ominously as Israfel lunged foreward to cut between two individual ribs with ruthless force and preciscion. His right weapon to daw blood, and his left to keep his own blood from staining the floor. He smiled whilst this happened, dark magic ebbed into the weapons to make them vibrate at different frequencies which changed acutely as Israfel waited to hit the precise wavelength he needed.
(Does Rhyme's power require that he hear the music? Seriously- I need to know for the RP.)
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Post by ±Witchcraft± on May 7, 2007 15:27:24 GMT -5
((Kinda, he doesn’t “need” to but it helps. The vibration enough is enough to give him some power. Also, his robes let him ‘see’ the music and sound so he can control it better. Also, it would be kinda hard to make him not hear it since he has ear buds in his ears that can blare music.))
Rhyme’s eyes flashed with energy to counter the other mans. A pale pastel yellow aura erupted around him as the MP3 player cranked up the music as loud as possible. The music blasted his ear drums and that was turned into power. The power erupted from every pore of his body and his hair flew upward out of his eyes as the power flowed around him.
Out of the arm of his robe his baton fell into his hand. When it went into his hand he lifted his arm upward and his aura flared once more, filling the area behind him with golden light and pressing against the purple. On his side the air was quite fresh and clean, though the walls were still stained with the energy.
Rhyme looked and grinned to himself as he saw the weapons vibrating on certain wave lengths. He saw small waves coming off of it. He skated back on a wave of energy when he saw the man lung, and swept his other arm to counter with the opposite wavelength at which the man’s weapons were vibrating. If he did it right the wavelengths would collide, canceling each other out and stopping the blunt of the attack in his tracks. He hoped he would be able to throw the man off since he didn’t really know how his powers worked.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on May 7, 2007 16:11:13 GMT -5
Israfel changed the frequency only briefly and then adjusted it yet again and smirked as the faintest noise was heard, a high pitched, flat noise which began to grow in volume. His eyes winced slightly as the agonizing noise came in it's shrill tone as it peirced through his conciousness to make it almost impossible to use magic and certainly harder to hear, the high pitch was drowning out most anything else with it's high frequency and short wavelength. A sharp pain echoed through his hands but he decided it was worth enduring since he had better controll over the vibrations if it remained in his grip. He smiled, his eyes glinted as he went in for another attack, this time attacking the base of Rhyme's neck with a swift swipe of the silver blade which would grow louder and louder to his opponent's ears as it drew closer, the sound jarring and hopefully disrupting the sound of the music from reaching Rhyme's ears or breaking his focus or something since it seemed impossible to keep a clear mind whilst that horrid squeal resonated.
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Post by ±Witchcraft± on May 7, 2007 16:39:54 GMT -5
Rhyme cringed when the sound reached his ears through the music and he fell backward, he concentration snapped. The light fell back a few inches as the purple pushed forward. Luckily though the fall made the attack miss. The attack only hit the top of his head which trimmed the top of his hair off. He looked up and glared at the man. If he wanted to play with high pitched sounds, so could he. He felt his vocal chords contort and change as he prepared. Then, he let out a screeching wail. The sound started off small but rose up on pitch and volume until it overcame the other mans pitch. As his own pitch rose above the others, Rhyme felt the pressure leave his mind since his own voice he could handle. Still holding the pitch as long as he was able he rolled back and stood up. He had to pull something off before this got worse. If he started a summons he could get something out that would work even if he couldn’t do anything else. He stopped the tone and let a song come through his powers. I'm so tired of being here
Suppressed by all my childish fears
And if you have to leave
I wish that you would just leave
'Cause your presence still lingers here
And it won't leave me alone
These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase Rhyme didn’t sing the song himself, but let the music flow through him. Slowly off to the side an image of a women began to appear. Rhyme had to hold back tears when he first saw her, she was his mother. She wore a pale blue dress that went down to her feet and blue slippers. The dress had a V-cut at her chest and the arms went down to her wrists. In her hands was a wooden harp, inlaid with gold and silver. Her hair was up in a large bun. This wasn’t how his mother normally dressed, she only dressed this way if she had to do something as a bard. ((I am thinking about 2x Rhyme’s level in strength would be fair since this is only a short time summon, after about 5 minutes or 2 running of the song and she will disappear)) |
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on May 7, 2007 16:58:16 GMT -5
Israfel smirked, "Well okay then, like I said- a half witted girl." he said with a laugh, "So what ARE you going to do?" he asked with a cocked eyebrow as he flicked the knuckledusters to her fingers and twirled them slightly before the slid back over his hands. He looked back towards Rhyme, recognising the woman as a summon immediately since it was a little hard to miss, and he'd seen illusions before- a kitsune's illusions at that which were some of the best. If it was an illusion it would certainly be a daunting peice of work to be sure, it effected the flow of magic as most only flesh and blood were able. 'Come on, he's got to be getting it fro-' his thoughts came to an abrupt halt as he looked at the headphones, "bingo." he muttered as his form dissapeared in a burst of speed, the high pitched noise from the vibrations ceased but ringing remained in the air in resonance to the horrid noise which dulled the senses to Israfel's motions or his footsteps on the tiles of the Ninth Heaven floor. He pulled the blades to the wire connecting the headphones to the music player to cut them in a single, graceful movement that barely whistled in the air.
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Post by ±Witchcraft± on May 7, 2007 17:22:46 GMT -5
When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears
And I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have
All of me Elandil Entreri eyes widened with hatred when she saw the man trying to attack her baby boy. Rhyme was too busy concentrating with the summon to see the attack coming. She rushed toward her son and pushed him out of the way, herself summoned enough to have enough mass to shove him away since he made her, but intangible enough that when the attack came it went right through her. The silver though made her image flicker for a moment. Silver reduced the effects of all magic, though light wasn’t as effected as darkness was, and his magic wasn’t all magic. At the end of the first chorus she become completely real, and she gave her son a big hug. She wasn’t really there, but just a part of her. Far away his mother felt the tug and the need of he son, and she let a part of herself go. For a short time she would be out of it on the other end, with a smaller portion of mind, heart, and spirit. Rhyme hugged her, a small tear coming form his eye. It has been so long since he saw her, and now she was here. She was finally back. He missed her so much, and he let his emotions go and cried. Letting him away a small bit she showed him a small and wiped his tears away with the cuff of her dress. After she was sure that he was safe, she turned to the man who was hurting her son. “You shall not hurt me son!” she said, her voice of the bard ringing out, letting out waves of sound waves that would send almost anyone not prepared for it against whatever was behind them. |
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on May 7, 2007 17:52:09 GMT -5
Israfel braced himself against the sound waves, his hair whipping around madly as he shielded his eyes, "Ha! This is your mother? It would figure wouldn't it?" he said menacingly, so what? If the past served right then it would be a miracle that Rhyme's mother actually stayed the entire battle, he remembered his own mother...
"Israfel, are you okay" Asked a fair haired angel, her long feathered angelic wings were outstretched, flickering with heavenly magic.
"I-I fell..." the young Israfel muttered as he looked at his bloody knee, the thick, warm liquid in a small trickle down his leg towards his foot. Tears itched at the edges of his eyes.
"I'm sorry, you know how busy it is most of the time. Here, let me fix that." she said sweetly as her glowing hand moved towards the wound to heal it.
"No!" Israfel shouted at his mother, pulling away slightly, "I don't want your help! You're always busy!" He cried as he sat there.
"Come on Israfel, it's okay... I'll heal it all nice and good."
"NO! Leave me alone!" He shouted, his hands clenched into fists.
"Israfel..." she stepped toward Israfel to hug him, though Israfel wasn't truly an angel and she truly wasn't his mother- it was her duty to raise him and she had begun to love him and now cared for him as if she were his mother. "Please tell me wha-" her voice was cut off as Israfel raised his fists and hit her in the throat. It wasn't the strength of the blow but the shock of Israfel hitting her, she didn't know what was making Israfel so unhappy right now and she was heartbroken to see this.
"Leave, leave like you always do... I hate you..." he muttered angrily, his fists tightening and loosening, tightening and loosening as he stood up, standing at a full four foot, ten inches of an eight year old child, even though he wasn't really human, or angel, what he was was a mystery to everyone but the celestial.
The images of Israfel's past before he fell from grace to Hell, the realm of demons flashed in his mind, disorienting him slightly and he cursed under his breath whilst he shook his head to knock away the memories once again, family was a lie that people made to make themselves feel better, more secure- that was all. "If you think you can count on anyone but yourself then you're sadly mistaken..." he said, starting at nothing more than a murmer but as he charged foreward for an attack to Rhyme's mother it escalated into a shout of anger as he tightened his hands around the knuckledusters which glimmered with evil and his eyes shot darkness into the air around them like mist, his feet barely touching the ground with each stride.
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Post by ±Witchcraft± on May 7, 2007 18:37:27 GMT -5
You used to captivate me
By your resonating light
Now I'm bound by the life you left behind
Your face it haunts
My once pleasant dreams
Your voice it chased away
All the sanity in me “No, your wrong. Without family, you will only recede into yourself for comfort. With family, you have people to help you, people who you help. My family wasn’t the best. My father was never around, and when he was my life was horrible, but at least my mother was there for me.” he said, not wanting to go into his own haunted past. His mother glared at the man with the cold hatred of a mother who is protecting her son. She took her hand and strummed it against the strings of the harp. From the harp sonic waves exploded. These waves were the basis of Rhyme’s own power. They were the waves of music that all bards made and used. But Rhyme could control them more then most. The waves would first throw the man backwards again, then, if that worked, Rhyme would raise his baton and make the rings break and go around him, trapping him within the rings of music that the harp gave off. These were some of the things his mother would do with him when his father wasn’t around to make him do stupid magic drills which he had to aptitude for. |
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on May 7, 2007 19:18:35 GMT -5
The sound waves hit him and he fealt his bones and organs shudder and he took a step backwards, "Harps... are you trying to remind me of home? Are you going to pull out a trumpet now?" he asked with a laugh, as he gracefully glided to his left with the grace of the angels which raised him.
"Well, well Israfel. You think these fools still have any care for you after what you've done? They'll kill you, condemn you- it is thier job after all, and they always put thier duty before everything else..." came the seething, hissing voice of Lucifer.
"It was an accident, they'd understand!" Israfel said stuttering, he was but twelve years old at the time, "Mom! She'd still be love me!" he said as he looked down at his trembling hands, soaked with blood and the dead body of an angel lay before him, the wings torn out and he lay face down as blood pooled from his opened stomach.
"If one angel has come for you, it's likely there are others- your 'mother' most likely with them." he said with a chuckle.
"N-no! You're lying! I-I can't trust you!" he was near tears at this points, wiping his nose and sniffling slightly though he smeared blood accross his face without realizing it.
"And you can trust those who tried to kill you? Who called you unholy? Unclean? They drew a sword against you while you were defenseless. What have I ever done to harm you, I just want to care for you."
Israfel looked up toward Lucifer with tear stained eyes and he reluctantly stood up, his black hair hanging in his face, "B-but..." he tried to think of an excuse but was unable to find one but nonetheless he didn't move from where he knelt.
"Israfel!" Came the voice of his mother who ran towards him, sword brandished, "Get away from him Lucifer! You have no place here!" she said angrily to the demon.
"No Mom!" Israfel said as he shook his head, "Why do you always show up too late? You're never there for me when I need you mom! Why?" The seed of doubt had been planted in his mind and was quickly blooming into his thoughts to send him further and further to Lucifer and demons.
"Israfel, please. I'm here now and I love you." she said softly as she laid down the sword and began walking toward Israfel.
"I'm going with Lucifer! He cared enough to come!" he said obstinately as he stepped back toward Lucifer who placed his hands on Israfel's shoulders, a vile smirk on his face to show that he had won. Israfel didn't mean what he had said but it was already too late to take back what he had said as darkness flooded into his mind and body which was previously only of light and the powers of the heavens. He fealt like he was going to be sick as his vision clouded and lies flowed into his thoughts.
"Israfel! No, you don't understand what you're saying!" she screamed in agony at the loss of her son, her eyes closed as she stood there, the sword dropping from her hand, she fealt defeated as the tears came to her eyes, "Israfel, I will bring you back. Don't believe anything that that monster tells you." she said in a shaky voice. This was the fear of every angel, that those they cared for would fall to the demons, and it had just happened.
"Come on Israfel, it's nigh time we left." Lucifer said with a crazed smile as he lead twelve year old Israfel away as if he was his father, causing only more heartbreak for Israfel's mother who's name was forgotten in good time by Israfel but her face and voice were emblazoned into his thoughts forevermore.
The memories flashed through his mind all at once as he watched the sound waves begin to change and he dived away from where he stood, though the sounds changed to a more solid state as he was halfway through so they tore at his body like the teeth of some savage animal, "Whatever's good with you, freak." Israfel said as he came in for another attack, this one aimed for Rhyme's mother, "But as far as I can see you need to find the truth and find out for yourself that this bitch is nothing!" He said angrily, slashing again and again at the woman, his teeth clenched as the attacks came one after another with wild force behind them and his eyes tightened almost shut.
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Post by ±Witchcraft± on May 7, 2007 19:54:57 GMT -5
These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase
When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears
And I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have
All of me The blade sunk into his mother’s flash and left long gashes. Even with this gashes she did not bleed, she wasn’t really there. But even though she didn’t bleed, Rhyme felt the pain. It hurt, it hurt a lot. The properties of the silver did more damage to the magic of the summons so it did more damage to Rhyme. He felt blackness surround his mind as the pain overwhelmed. him. He began to stumble backward, his legs starting to give. Through the blackness he saw a single point of light. As he went toward he began to hear the soft singing of his mother from the past. The sound was an old lullaby his mother used to sing to him all the time. It brought back all the good times from home, and pulled him away from the pain. When he opened his eyes he found himself looking at the ground. Grinning, he put his hand on the ground and began to hit pitches with his voice. He started low, well below the normal humans ability to hear, he slowly went up the scale until he felt the ground begin the tremble, when he did he slowly rose his head and pointed it in the direction of the mans feet. He used the same frequency he used to make the floor vibrate but made it much louder. The floor beneath the man began to vibrate and buckle and shift. He was hitting the failing frequency of the stone itself. His mother seeing what he was doing did the same, though hitting the pitch a bit better then he did since he didn’t have the experience she did with the bard end of his powers. |
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on May 7, 2007 20:05:34 GMT -5
The dark magic in the floor spread out in a circle around him and began jarring the vibrations and scrambling wavelengths, tendrils of it even licked up from the floor onto Rhyme's hands where they would peirce his bloodstream and make it's way to his heart. The magic was unaffected by the clean air or protective magic that seemed to surround Rhyme and it ruthlessly made it's way to the target, hissing like a vile snake as it wrapped around his wrist like a vile poison, the skin around it about to turn almost as if Rhyme had been infected with leaprosy. "No Israfel!" came the harsh, fiery words of Lucifer.
Israfel was near tears, burning marks of a whip scored his back and his jaw was tight with pain, "Please, I just want to see my mom!"
"Her orders are to kill demons, she'd have to treat you the same at sight and slaughter you, just like the rest of your kind." Lucifer stated coldly, his red eyes showing no kind emotion whatsoever.
"But I didn't mean it! I'm not a demon!" the young Israfel pleaded, only days after he had last seen his mother.
"Oh, but that's where you are mistaken- you are a demon and there's nothing that can be done to reverse it."
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Post by ±Witchcraft± on May 8, 2007 15:26:26 GMT -5
Rhyme hissed in pain as the tendril cut his skin and poisoned his blood. With a grit of his teeth and a blast of energy the end of the tendril was gone. It got into his blood, but it wouldn’t do all the damage it intended to do. He could feel his hand began to firm up and the skin turn a darker color. It wasn’t completely dead but it would take a time for it to come back to full use. I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone
But though you're still with me
I've been alone all along
When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears
And I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have
All of me
His mother began to sing the song. This part was long and powerful. Everything around her got quieter as if listening to her. The air around he began to get charged with energy as he voice got high and louder with the music. That, at the end of the first set she spun on her heels. And shot her arms out at Israfel. At this time Rhyme gritted his teeth against the pain and swung his arm with the baton out, as if signaling a group to start. As their moved synced together, his mother let loose a large blast of blue bard energy at Israfel. This energy was a different type of magic, and hard to dodge or deflect. Unless a person was a bard themselves it would almost impossible. After that part his mother slowly floated back and put her arm around Rhyme. Giving her son a kiss on the cheek she slowly faded away, touching his hand softly before she left. From the place she touched it glowed slightly blue. She couldn’t heal it completely since healing wasn’t her strong suit, but she gave she advanced it enough that he could move his arm, instead of it just hanging limply at his side. “See. This is why I love my family. No matter the need, no matter the time, or the place, they will come if needed. My mother, my father sorta,” he muttered, “my sisters, they will all be there for me, because we are family, we hold a strong greater than any that can be forged by magic or other means.” he said proudly. |
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Post by Noro on May 9, 2007 11:21:13 GMT -5
Azu sat in the back, eating sunflower seeds. She had been there the whole time, watching the fight with interest. She had been trying to stay anonymous for she did not want to become involved. Unfortunately, though, she didn't know if she had a choice anymore.
Azu burst forth in a coughing fit, choking on the affection that Rhyme had felt so strongly for his family. She couldn't relate to this. After accidently killing almost every foster family she had ever lived with, she lost the feeling of comfort from other brotherly/sisterly-like people.
She stood up and wheezed a little. She wasn't normally so sensitive to emotions, but this was felt painfully strong. She finally stopped and looked up, hoping that no one had noticed her.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on May 9, 2007 18:07:56 GMT -5
Israfel pulled himself low to the ground before releasing the energy stored in his legs and sending himself towards the ceiling where he pushed off again, sending himself at high velocity towards Rhyme, "Family!" he spat angrily at the subject, "They'll always be there when it suits thier own needs, you and your trust in them- weakness!" the last word was said in a deep hiss as his eyes narrowed and he twisted and contorted his body so that his feet would face Rhyme and he came in for impact, directly on his shoulders, the knuckledusters in his hand glistened evilly, "Weakness that you'd subject your own goals to thier good, that you'll sacrifice for them! It's sickening." He uttered in the last seconds before his attack made contact.
"Please! No more! No more!" The young Israfel screamed as time after time his back was scored with the whip, he was flogged again and again, his hands tied together to a tree of thorns and flame sticking to his skin and incinerating each wound. 'Mom! Dad! Anyone?' his mind cried, 'why won't you come? Why!?' pain shook his limbs, the third day of this and as he had been told it was the final day.
"Israfel, Again I ask- whom do you serve?" Lucifer asked with a cruel smile as he heald the whip in his grasp.
"Y-you... I serve you...." He muttered, barely more than a mumble. He winced at the wounds on his back that flashed with pain, 'They aren't coming... they never were...' he though in a melancholy kind of way, losing hope in his mother, or father, or anyone for that matter. The present was here, and it was to stay, he closed his eyes tightly as he attempted standing up and his legs barely heald his weight despite how emaciated he had turned in only three days amidst hell's flames.
"Well then my boy, we have quite a bit of things we'll have to do in preparation for your first assignment here." He made no signal for them but a pair of demons appeared from nowhere and grabbed Israfel by the shoulders which stung whilst they seeped blood. "Clean him up- don't heal him though, they'll serve as a reminder!" Lucifer commanded. The demon's hands sunk into the torn flesh as they forced Israfel away who looked about him with defeated, scared eyes. He released a shout or two when the hands tightened on his sore muscles but otherwise he remained silent.
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