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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Mar 7, 2007 17:49:55 GMT -5
She let out a delighted hiss as the smell of Pendragon's blood drifted into the air only to have metl pull through her side. One on one wasn't somethingthat this Suzume excelled in though regeneration certainly was. Before the wound could close up though it could be noticed that there seemed to be nothing there, only darkness- another thing was the unbearable stench of carrion that filled the air from the cut in her side. Quickly the wound closed up and the scent began to filter from the air and Suzume continued through the battle regardless.
The weapons dissapeared from her hand as her form shifted into that of a fox, her fox face covered in fur, only the mouth remained just as it had been when she was in human form, her canine teeth glistened- one red, the other blue. She darted past Pendragon to put some distance between herself and the edge as she tumbled back into her more human form. The weapons back in her hand as she turned, instantly becoming a blur in the air. She had gotten an idea and she looked foreward to putting it into action, the weapons she weilded- the Ketsuiki and the Ame were held tightly in her hand as she dashed at Pendragon at blinding speeds, she turned around upon passing and tried to hit again and again without paying attention if anything made contact. She cast a new illusion around herself, the blur changing color with it to mostly black as she continued her onslaught, attempting to tear Pendragon apart as an illusion of facial features appeared over her face amid the battle.
*meanwhile*
Somewhere far away in a realm that technically didn't exist sat a kitsune who had a few features that could remind one of Suzume vaguely. This stranger sat in a feild of gray grass, before her a scythe-like weapon and a bag that heald a few herbs and stones, as well as a mirror with no glass. The mirror had an image in it still as it showed her the battle between Suzume and Pendragon. This kitsune was none other than Akira who watched with a frown on her face, she knew she'd have to get there sooner or later to help them stop this. Her black hair was cut at her jawline and it flisked in whisps as the stale scented air of Gate Suppression Nine blew about her. Akira's turquoise eyes watched with a twinge of worry before she gathered up her things, time grew shorter and shorter as the moment grew nearer and nearer when she'd come back and earn her death, and the right to be with Makashi again. Her nine tails billowing about her as the large midnight black ears swivveled atop her head and her form stuck out against the landscape of gray, the tree next to her gnarled and twisted- dead from the looks of it while Akira was dressed in red, a black band down the front of her dress, her long, slender legs covered in baggy black pants as they could be seen through the slits cut in the sides of the skirt for more movability. Shadows moved around her as she walked towards a small shack where she met a minotaur she had known the entire time she had been here, the minotaur was quite the hermit actually and also a bit of a scholar.
Akira let out a long, exhasperated sigh as she looked around the shack she had come to call home over the past thousands of years and out the window she saw the tall blue gateway on the horizon, behind her was one that mirrored it. She coulc sense the force pulling the two gates together but this was Gate Suppression Nine and it kept them from forming to one, a single area falling would cause a collapse and summon the Gaia Beast that would swallow reality itself which was why places like this were so important. She looked back into the mirror to see what Pendragon would do in responce to Suzume's high speed attack.
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Post by Pendragon on Mar 8, 2007 11:57:06 GMT -5
Pendragon had barely brought his feet off the ground when Suzume zipped to the side. He landed lightly, and spun around. His mind hadn't even registered the rushing form of his opponent, but his arm shot up on instinct and slammed into Suzume's weapons. However, with only one hand on the blade and no time to lock his arm, Pendragon was thrown to the side. He managed to keep on his feet, but it wasn't long before Suzume came at him again. Mystere... He thought, summoning his Katana into his left hand. He swung the new weapon out to the left, blocking the first of Suzume's weapons. He performed the move with deadly focus, keeping Suzume's arm as wide as possible. With Celestial, he blocked the other attack, and then he slipped under her extended arm.
Pendragon was in a bad poisition now, he hadn't thought things through well enough. Suzume was going to attack his blind side. Breathe. He reminded to take one long gulp of air. Now, Weaver! He summoned his dagger, but with no real place to hold it, it appeared in the air. Calling upon it's enchantment, he manipulated the dagger with his mind. It swept over Pendragon's head, and then down to block Suzume with devestating force. But Suzume just kept coming. You gotta pull it together... Pendragon tried to switch to the next gear, as he blocked another high speed attack. Just an hour ago you could've taken her on with your bare hands... Now you've got all guns blazing... He began to spin both blades in a complex pattern, blocking attack after attack. With his mind, he controlled the dagger too. Going from form to form, block to block. Some low, some high. Some close, some far. The attacks kept coming, and slowly, Pendragon was bringing his head back into the game. He swung up one arm high to the left, and his other to the right at waist level. Pendragon had put his mind to the mission, and was picking up the pace. He set his defence on auto-pilot, and began to think tactically. She's not stopping anytime soon... Pendragon started to block, but quickly moved into a crouched stance. Suprise is on my side... He thought, spinning his leg out to sweep her feet. Suzume was infront of him, so Pendragon's blow would collide when his leg had swung round 90 degrees. If he had planned it right, Suzume would trip and land on Pendragon's shoulder. Then Pen would pulsate upwards, flipping Suzume onto her back and onto the floor.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Mar 8, 2007 15:04:16 GMT -5
Suzume tripped on Pendragon's foot, but she held the Ame in front of her to break her fall as she went foreward to land on Pen's shoulder. Her hands tight around the weapon as it glinted, utalizing two aspects of the Ame- honing in on vitals and weakpoints, as well as the brutal shockwave. She was attempting to get the metal deep into her opponent's heart and then ripping it to shreds on contact. A hiss uttered from her mouth as her feet slid accross the floor to help balance herself out in case she needed to get out of the way quickly from an attack that Pendragon may have planned to come, but one thing could be seen and it was the illusion she had crafted. She had taken note of the form Pendragon had changed to a little while before and she utalized it- looking now identical to the blonde haired stranger dressed in black she continued through the battle with little effect to herself- but what would be Pendragon's response?
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Post by Pendragon on Mar 8, 2007 15:37:56 GMT -5
Pendragon cursed himself in his mind, he still wasn't thinking straight. Still, just because his thinking was a little bent, doesn't mean it wasn't quick. Pendragon stood quickly to his full height, thrusting his shoulder up to try and catch Suzume on the jaw. Who wasn't Suzume anymore, but... "Sion?"
Memories came flashing back, as Suzume must of planned. From back in the Glade, a small Pendragon listened eagerly to war stories of an ageless Sion. To the first time Pendragon turned back the clock to meet his father. It was a hell of a suprise. Sion was going through a bad period he had left out of his bedtime stories, and when their eyes met so did their blades. Pendragon's romantic notions of his father's life were crudely shattered, it was only a while after he found Sion wasn't in his right mind. Still, Pendragon had never since had difficulty fighting those he loved. Sion, Seline, Shera, Yuri... The list was endless, Pen's quest to change time had left nobody untouched. He still didn't know to this day if killing his mother had actually created a better world. A world I'm not part of... Pen thought grimly.
Pendragon had seen first hand the creation of the fighting style he now used today. Sion had been a pathetic swordsman. Against his brother, the one chosen to wield the dagger, nobody ever took any notice of Sion. Eventually, Pendragon's father struck out. Stealing the dagger, and dooming thousands to die. Sion was forced into battle, time and time again. Eventually he developed his own style, using speed and acrobatics instead of raw strength. Pendragon had watched it all from the sidelines, taking mental notes.
Still, there were still many things Sion could do Pendragon couldn't. WhiteFire, was an incredibly powerful spell. Something Pendragon could only grasp at, to have it slip through his fingers. The power to see the present and the immediate future as one, to dodge every attack before it is made. It eluded Pendragon even now. Though Pen could manipulate time to a much more powerful extent than Sion, it took immense energy. It was wasted on going back to dodge every attack.
Suzume's blades brought him back into cold reality. He may have avoided the fatal damage she had intended to inflict, but the blades pierced his back all the same. As he stood up, the blades cut parralel lines in his skin from his right shoulder down to the middle of his back. Pendragon knew they would scar, and figured he'd have to keep a shirt on more often from now.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Mar 8, 2007 15:56:48 GMT -5
Suzume stepped away from Pendragon, a bewildered look on her face as she stared at Pendragon for a few moments through Sion's eyes before she turned away, "Dimensions turn now, excellerating to make my task easier. Much to my own disdain I must be going now but don't take it as a blessing- Omae o korosu." she said, finishing her speech in her native tongue to say, 'I will kill you.' she didn't want to say it directly to Pendragon. This illusion slipped from her since she lacked the drive to stay in a single form right now and she was back to normal, or atleast as normal as she could get. The turquoise had returned to the corner of her gaze, the entire encounter seemed to have little if no effect on Suzume if one looked at her in the beginning and then a direct jump to the end. The large fox ears atop her head flicked as she reached into her pocket and withdrew a small orb she looked at in her hand for a few moments, a frown on her face before she took one step and seemed to dissapear though in reality she had jumped off of the roof and she ran accross the lower levels as she made her way away from the building, her vague silohuete the only clue to where she was as she slipped through the shadows. The turquoise glint in her eye gave of an eerie glow like a small lantern as well, before Suzume shrunk down to her fox form and continued accross the rooftop with the weapons dissapearing from her grip. She didn't feel like fighting anymore, but she wasn't going to dissapoint anyone, this would be finished later though she did not know it but when this fight was finished it would end in a way that nobody would have suspected as the power ebbs and flows more than the tide washes 'pon the shore.
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Post by Pendragon on Mar 8, 2007 16:11:13 GMT -5
"Don't go calling off the fireworks just 'cause of a little scratch!" Pendragon yelled, he was way too hyped and pissed off to end things here. He took a few pained steps after her, leaning over slightly. Pendragon's form turned transparent, almost losing the will to keep his existance. His front leg sunk through the roof, and that's the moment Pendragon form became true again. His leg was stuck there, and it hurt like hell! It felt as though the roof was growing back into his leg. Pendragon's face took a painful expression, as he pulled with his last strength, breaking his leg free. He looked down at it, it was banged up pretty bad. Even so, a little leg wound wasn't going to step Pendragon from trying. He limped forward another few steps, approaching Suzume.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Mar 8, 2007 16:20:51 GMT -5
"What the hell do you want?" she asked, still in her fox form since she was obviously too annoyed to care which form she was in. Her fox form and human form were not illusions but the real her and she looked up towards Pendragon as her three black tails thrashed back and forth wildly like an animal caught in a steel trap. Her cold gray eyes looked towards Pendragon as they seemed to slice the air and cause a static to descend to everything which made the air feel like water upon the skin and she waited for a response from Pendragon while she watched with her angry glare.
Israfel fealt almost like laughing as he watched before he decided he was supposed to be searching so he had better get going, perhaps he could check the kitchen? He was hungry anyways. So Israfel drifted away into the night as he made his way to the Ninth Heaven kitchen. (Yeah, he's in the Neko and Duemi's Date RP now...)
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Post by Pendragon on Mar 8, 2007 16:26:01 GMT -5
Pendragon collapsed on his knees in front of her. It was pathetic, his clothes were a mixture of drenched and blood stained. He placed a single hand on the roof to support himself. "I just..." He struggled with the words, coughing up blood to complete the romantic picture. "I don't know..." His vision was clouded now, and he found it difficult to speak. "What do I do...?" He asked, speaking to whatever was left of what he had to believe was the true Suzume. Pendragon was in a state, he wasn't crying, but he looked pretty weak.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Mar 8, 2007 16:33:10 GMT -5
"Die. You can just die and make it easier on yourself." Suzume growled as she began to turn around, her gray eyes looked to the ground as she began to walk away again, "just die, and make it easier for me." she added before she had turned all the way around and a shudder passed through her body. It was odd how Pendragon could talk to her in her fox form and in her human form without the slightest change in tone, but it was besides the point. She licked the wound on her chest and began scraping the mixture of heartblood and dark matter from her tongue as she pulled it accross her teeth agitatedly, her small paws shuffling on the ground as she did so.
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Post by Pendragon on Mar 8, 2007 16:38:15 GMT -5
Pendragon tried to stand and follow her, but his leg gave way. He found himself to the side, outstretched hand brushing the side of Suzume as he watched the roof dissapear from under him. He landed hard on the slanted level below, and began to tumble roughly. Pendragon's hands shot out, searching for something to grab hold. He found nothing, and only got his coat sleeve ripped to the elbow in return. It wasn't long before the roof ended once more, and he found himself falling freely.
((Had to cut it short, running out of time. Cya!))
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Mar 8, 2007 16:51:13 GMT -5
Suzume watched as Pendragon fell to the ground, a smirk on her face as she did though the expression was half lived as it didn't seem to be truly happy. She stared down into the darkness for a few moments before she silently made her way accross the roof, her grey eyes sparking in the moonlight that now shone unhindered by the clouds that used to be there and they illuminated the landscape so Pendragon could be clearly seen by anyone who bothered to look about the campus in the middle of the night when the students were supposed to be peacefully asleep in thier dorms and the teachers were busy with thier plans for the next day- yeah, the chances were that slim.
Her paws made the slightest noise as they pattered against the roof and her tails continued to thrash back and forth as she traversed the rooftops in search of something, obviously it wasn't going to be here so she slipped away to try other places as the sound of a raven's caw echoed through the chilled still air.
((Li-Wa: *spins Suzume Location Wheel of Doom* Round and Round it goes! Where Suzume will be- nobody knows!
Suzume: *boredly watches wheel spin*
Akira: You can bring me in any time you want...
Li-Wa: I know, I plan to bring you in a little later- Jeezus!
Akira: It's boring not existing... just plain boring!))
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Post by Pendragon on Mar 9, 2007 12:01:08 GMT -5
Pendragon fell facing upwards, so he could see Suzume staring down at him. He wasn't suprised she wasn't going to help, though it didn't make the pain in his heart any less. The agony it caused was far worse than his back and leg combined. His coat seemed to hug fearfully to his body, forced up by the speed of Pendragon's fall. Time seemed to slow down for Pendragon. He wasn't sure if it was his doing, or if he was just out of it. Even so, there was little Pendragon could do. He was weak, in more ways than one, and lost at the mercy of gravity. His vision was too blurred to make anything out, but he still drew a second pistol and fired off some random shots. Pendragon would never know if they landed, because a second later he collided with the ground. Because of the way his body was arched, the base of his neck hit first with a resounding whack. Then his head snapped back and slammed into the floor. Pendragon had to use every bit of will power he had to stay awake. Still. the pistol slipped from his hand, and clattered uselessly to the side.
((This thread is now open again))
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Post by L.A.C.R.I.M.O.S.A on Mar 9, 2007 15:52:43 GMT -5
Ithilwen Nim'Draug had been out for a stroll in the night with naught but her own katana, her arms crossed to keep at bay the cold touch of night. For some reason, the air felt different now, as if it concealed within its depths some sort of lingering veil of mystery imperceivable by the naked eye. It was quite brisk, and the caress of the night breeze nipped at her skin as she made her way under the roof of the academy.
A rather loud thud to behind her caught her attention, and she whiled around quick as an eel, her sword drawn before her in preparation for an ambush. She furrowed her brow at what she saw, frowning as she re-sheathed her weapon and slowly made her way over.
There at her feet lie the fallen form of her fellow schoolmate, Pendragon, and she squatted down to the ground beside him, staring in wonder at his injuries. A hand adorned with long, spindly fingers brushed away the silver hair from the boy's face as she said in a whisper,"What happened to you, neth'min?"
She thought no more of it, looking around for help, someone to come to his aid, but to no avail. Her breath froze in the air as she said to him softly, "Lend me your arm; I'll help you back inside."
She leaned down to his level so that he could easily cast his arm around her shoulder for support and allow her to assist him back inside.
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Post by Pendragon on Mar 9, 2007 16:06:20 GMT -5
Pendragon could only make it out rough shapes, and half closed eyes weren't helping either. He paniced when he saw somebody, or something, coming towards him. Pen's right arm searched the ground for a weapon, eventually finding one of his pistols. Scattered on the floor around him was also: A long sword, the katana Pendragon had taken from Samurai, a dagger, and a second pistol. The only weapon Pendragon hadn't used was his metal wind-enchanted stave. His hand shook as he raised the firearm towards the approaching shape, blood ran down his arm. His other sleeve was torn aswell.
"Ithilwen?" He asked, squinting even more to try and make out her figure. Pendragon frowned, he hadn't wanted to be seen like this. He dropped the pistol to the side, it was most likely empty anyway. He managed to sit up, at about a forty-five degree angle. It was the most he could do with his injured back. Ithilwen could see it now, two parralel lines running from Pen's right shoulder to the middle of his waist, cutting through his clothes and his skin. His leg looked even worse, with parts of roof splintering into his black jeans. Not to mention these were Pendragon's only clothes.
Swallowing his pride, Pendragon slowly put his arm around her shoulder. What a day.... He thought grimly. I can cross fall in love of my list, but I can throw in broken heart too... He coughed up blood. Ugh... Maybe some broken ribs too... Pendragon was a quick healer, but even so... Everything hurt like hell. Except his toes, still got the toes!
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Post by L.A.C.R.I.M.O.S.A on Mar 9, 2007 16:27:33 GMT -5
At least he still keeps his memory.
The avariel woman had to stifle a gasp as Pendragon's injuries were revealed to her, and she bit her lip as she looked over them sympathetically. Carefully so as not to put the boy in any more pain than he was in right now, Ithilwen slung the boy's arm around her shoulder and began to climb to her feet. She now had to support her own weight and the weight of Pendragon as she steadily began to make her way forward, weary not to touch any of his wounds.
The way back to the door seemed miles long, much longer than it seemed when she had first come out to take a walk. Seconds seemed like minutes, minutes like hours, and quite frankly, she could have cared less for the time; she needed to get the boy back inside where it was safe.
In determination to keep Pendragon from slipping out of consciousness, the avariel decided to start up a conversation. "So tell me now, Pendragon, of your home. Where exactly do you come from?"
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