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Post by demonfire on Dec 14, 2007 21:45:33 GMT -5
Estrik flipped around in the air, spun off of his feet by Issac grabbing his foot. His sword spun around with him, sticking out and making his extremely short vortex in the air one that was blade-equipped. As Issac attempted to make Estrik into half a man--literally--his sword attempted to collide with Issac's, hopefully disarming him and declaring Estrik the champion. Because yes, going through his mind at this critical moment was not Cowl's well being, nor why Eithne was so worried, it was just winning. The sweet nectar of victory was all that occupied Estrik's one track mind at the moment. There was no rhyme or reason for this obsession, but maybe looking a little deeper would have helped. After all, most lakes are beautiful to behold, but danger lies underneath the surface, waiting to drag you under if you get too close.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Dec 14, 2007 22:30:07 GMT -5
"Humans aren't worthless! It's only when they give up thier humanity that they become worthless." Eithne responded, her eyes narrowed as she pushed a lock of hair out of her face. Damn hair got in the way too much. Her red eyes looked towards Cowl again, turning away from Issac, "Let me take him the infirmary. Your attack itself wouldn't kill him... but the bleeding would." her mental tone quiet now, "I could perhaps stop the bleeding, but he shouldn't be in the middle of the fight, and I refuse to fight you untill he's safe. This is wrong. You can't sneak up on someone like an underhanded bastard and then not let anyone get him somewhere safe, have you no decency?" It was odd how Eithne acted towards people whom she expected to die soon... because she didn't care how she acted towards them. There was no cool demeanor, she was almost... human...
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Post by Man of Many Murders on Dec 14, 2007 22:46:32 GMT -5
Issac let the blade collide with Estrik's but as it did, it sent Issac's upward. Issac almost lost control of the blade as he managed to keep a hold of it, but his chest was open. In an attempt to keep himself from remaining open Issac let out a stray spike come from his left hand heading straight towards Estrik. It would by him the time to get himself unopen. As he brought the blade into the normal position he spoke to Estrik, "Smart on your part kid. But you will need to do better then that." Issac pointed the blade at Estrik again. He was ready to continue. He sent a message back to Eithne. "Why do you care so much about Cowl. For someone you dislike and find annoying, you are acting strange."
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Dec 14, 2007 23:07:46 GMT -5
"Why would you care so much about it?" she asked Issac, "and Why should I tell you, anyways? Unless if I tell you, then you'll let me take him to the infirmary. I will return, I give you my word on that." She looked down at her feet for a few moments, almost as if the fact that everyone was in the middle of a fight didn't matter to her right now. The truth was that it did matter to her, she could tell how strong this person was, she could smell it in his blood, a wonderful aroma, like a fine wine, though one that had been released to air for too long, losing taste. It was a biting bitter scent as well. She didn't want to leave the guys alone with a powerful opponent for too long, all that testosterone they have would end up getting them killed sooner or later.
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Post by Man of Many Murders on Dec 14, 2007 23:20:37 GMT -5
Issac suddenly appeared next to Eithne. To tell the truth he never left the circle. This was the original Issac. Estrik was fighting a copy. A copy that legion was helping. Issac touched the side of her face with his palm. "Eithne... You may go... But tell me. Why don't you leave him to die? He is nothing as you have said. And plus.... You never loved him." Issac eyes suddenly began to get angry. "You never did... You never will. He has done so much just to try and convince you that he has nothing but your interests in mind. He has done everything, even as going as far as making a deal with the devil just to get stronger for you." His eyes were blazing with anger as he continued. "Why can't you see that? Why do you act like you care? You do not love him? Just like you said you never will? No matter how many things he tries. You just want to break his heart! I could tell it in your eyes since I first met you!" Issac's voice changed suddenly from the sadistic evil one to a more calmer one. And with it his true appearance was revealed. But to Eithne and Eithne only. His voice was low. "You won't love me Eithne!" It was clear who this man was...
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Dec 14, 2007 23:31:45 GMT -5
Eithne looked towards Issac for a few moments, "Issa-... Cowl...?" she paused, "What happened?" she asked, she wrapped her arms around Issac, her face against his chest, she was confused, but at the way that it was all said, the familiarity of it... this seemed like truth, "Cowl... what happened to you? H-How are you here... and... there at the same time?" she asked, reffering to the fact that this meant there were two Cowls. She didn't understand it, not at all. "But Cowl... I want to tell you something... it's not that I want to break anyone's heart... I'm just scared to have mine broken again. Is that too hard to understand?" She didn't look up at him, but kept her face buried in his chest. She could smell it, the one aroma that stuck to someone since birth like thier memories in thier mind, the slightest hint that would never go away from any person. It was Cowl, she was sure of it. "What's going on?"
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Post by Man of Many Murders on Dec 14, 2007 23:47:56 GMT -5
Issac laughed. He looked down at her. he hadn't expected this. This should never have happened. She should not love him. Yet here she was. Hugging him. Issac sighed. He never thought this would happen. He had not come back for this. "You broke my heart Eithne... So I broke the worlds. I am here because I'm from the future. In the future almost everything is gone. Twilight Moon Academy is the only inhabited part of the world. It is the world's last stand." Issac pushed her away. He looked away from her and towards the distance. It happened here. I came for you one time. You sent me a message. But you never came. And lucifer came instead." He turned back to her. "I loved you then Eithne. But I no longer do. I am still attracted to you. But I will never love you. Take Cowl to the infermery. Then we shall fight. And I shall break your heart. Like you did mine."
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Dec 15, 2007 0:45:16 GMT -5
Eithne shook her head, her red eyes looking towards Cowl on the ground, "I'm sorry." she told Issac quietly, taking Cowl in her arms gently. "But I don't ask for people to love me. It makes things easier." She silently began carrying Cowl towards the infirmary, her red eyes looking to the ground as she walked, right now she wished that Cowl was awake... she wished to talk to him. His brown hair was slightly matted and blood was certainly in no short supply on his shirt and clothes. She shook her head, there had to be more to the story, because from what it sounded like... this was all Eithne's fault.
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Post by Creator on Dec 16, 2007 9:31:47 GMT -5
Damon left. ((lulz, I want to try out one of the new boards. xD))
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Post by demonfire on Dec 16, 2007 21:29:52 GMT -5
((What a twist!))
Estrik came down and landed on his back with his sword at his side, still within his grasp. "What more can you expect from a fourteen year old?" he asked sarcastically and with a strange smile engraved upon his countenance. The spike went directly over him, and he didn't seem phased in the slightest, although, he seemed more serious. Estrik twisted around and attempted to sweep Issac with his leg heading towards both of his Achilles heels.
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Post by Man of Many Murders on Dec 16, 2007 22:30:22 GMT -5
Issac smiled at Estrik when he asked what he could expect from a fourteen year old. It was pretty funny. He was having alot of fun with this fight. More so then usual. As Estrik made an attempt to sweep him off his feet Issac went with it. But not without being prepared for it, or letting him do so with a reason. As he kicked outwards issac forced himself towards Estrik stabbing down with the blade. With the speed the blade was going it would hit Estrik's head in less then a second. He would have to be ready for that attack, otherwise it would end up killing him. The true Issac watched Eithne go. He yelled out to her as she left. "Meet me in the forest. The same place we first meet." he was talking about the base of the mouantin. That was the first place he had found Eithne after coming to the past. He would have his revenge.
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Post by demonfire on Dec 17, 2007 15:24:07 GMT -5
Estrik twisted his body into the opposite direction, with the blade just barely missing his favorite head. Yes, it was his favorite, considering that it was the only one he had. Estrik propelled himself forward with his legs. Kensei came up in a slashing motion parallel to the ground, as well as his right leg coming up to kick away Issac's sword, essentially a scissor-kick with a sword replacing one of the legs. As he kicked, Estrik used the momentum to roll over onto one knee, sword up in a defensive stance, ready to keep going.
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Post by Man of Many Murders on Dec 20, 2007 13:25:54 GMT -5
Issac felt oddly happy as his sword flew from his hands. He merely just let it go as soon as Estrik's leg kicked towards it. With his hands free he lifted himself up and away from Estrik and the slash he had directed towards the ground. The ground where Issac was about to fall. Issac stood up straight and gazed at Estrik who was still on the floor. He clapped. "Bravo... Well done. You have disarmed me. And just as I promised." All the Issac's around him disappeared suddenly. Only the true was left standing as the mist began to lessen fast. "I shall go... But it matter's not. My work here is done for the moment. It has been nice fighting with you Estrik." With that he disappeared along with the mist. And as he did, Cowl opened his eyes to see Eithne was carrying him. He felt very weak and unable to move. He did not know what was going on. The last thing he remembered was the knife heading towards him.
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Post by demonfire on Dec 20, 2007 15:07:15 GMT -5
"Well, certainly the awkward situation now, huh? I guess I'll just leave you two lovebirds alone," Estrik said as he began to silently leave the Vigilante Hideaway while sheathing his sword. But wait! The crazy idiot-ness dwelling inside Estrik had some sort of need to make a dramatic exit, as was the case here. He jumped off the edge of the building as if diving into water, feeling adrenaline pump into his body. As he almost reached the hard earth below, his body suddenly stopped, removing the excess speed from the equation. Although, this levitation was short-lived, as he fell a couple of feet flat on his face. Estrik got up, wiped the dirt off of himself, and then walked away as if nothing had happened.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Dec 22, 2007 16:27:41 GMT -5
"Don't worry, Cowl." Eithne spoke calmly, in her head deciding it wasn't the time to be silent, she was starting to figure out what was going to happen and silence might not be the best option in the upcoming days. She sighed on the inside, hating the fact that she was going to talk, and frightened by the fact that she'd be speaking regularly as well, needing to get used to it in case there was some real need to speak and telepathy wasn't an option. She would have to stop depending so heavily on Estrik's blood as well.
"Are you alright?" she asked, hating the fact that unlike with mental speech, it was impossible to hide emotion with her voice, it showed she felt worry, and that she was so much more human than she'd ever dare admit to anyone. Her red eyes didn't gaze down at Cowl, not wanting to give away any more emotion than she already had. She felt awkward with the situation and in response, her face turned the slightest shade of pink, almost unnoticeable.
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