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Death
Jul 13, 2008 22:19:12 GMT -5
Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Jul 13, 2008 22:19:12 GMT -5
In solitude he found peace. Wind wrapping around him with its gentle words in his ears, darkness that had seen entire worlds but still found time to accompany him. The white noise of the water nearby, with its caressing waves, held no life in it. The twilight before dawn had all paralyzed in anticipation, waiting for the sun's rise. The pillar of the lighthouse, though, it blazed warmth and radiance across the desolation of night. A laboratory as well, bearing new ideas and conveniences constantly, was within that solid structure of renewal.
He had no quarrel with it, but past it was Twilight Moon Academy. A brisk breeze lifted his head, but its chill was weak. There would be death today; threads would be severed and lights extinguished, as was fate's rule. That would give him warmth.
The one once called Darishan ran skeletal fingers down the polished wood of his staff. The flowing pattern of runes worn into it were potent, and they seemed to yearn as he did for a relief. There were many things of evil in this world, but he did not consider himself as the same. Lucifer, Dali, they would play at their fates, but it was time to immerse himself into his own.
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Death
Jul 13, 2008 22:29:04 GMT -5
Post by Arual on Jul 13, 2008 22:29:04 GMT -5
Cecil took a walk after Rell had talked to him in his room. He needed to clear his head and think straight again, if, that was humanly possible anymore. Everything he can recall in the past few months became much like the blackish purple waves with their white foam jolts of salt and air, pushed back and forth until there was no more foam left along the bumpy rocks. The wind tore at his black spikes of hair, and his hands kept inside the sweatshirt pockets he wore overtop of his maroon colored t-shirt.
"Your adversary was analytical to a fault, and I doubt that has changed. You might have been thinking about the daisies beyond the coming dark day, but he has been plotting out every move you might make... and how to counter it. Think, Shan, it must not be that challenging for you."
It made him think too deep perhaps, those words which the demon somehow managed to harpoon inside his wounded heart. "I'll be free one day, at least." he thought to himself to ease his mind even a little bit. But that peace didn't last long when a figure came along the rocks. It was getting closer......
No....it couldn't be....could it?
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Death
Jul 13, 2008 23:16:23 GMT -5
Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Jul 13, 2008 23:16:23 GMT -5
A flare of energy like a newly lit candle brightened the field, and if he had not known that as illusion, he would have expected the damp grass to be flickering with it. Cecil, then. His footsteps never faltered, if anything, they gained purpose. There was something remote about his glance that was almost disturbing, but his colorless eyes never wavered.
Nothing ever did matter, after all. The dead wailed for companionship.
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Death
Jul 13, 2008 23:22:33 GMT -5
Post by Arual on Jul 13, 2008 23:22:33 GMT -5
Cecil came closer, the energy doing the same thing it had for Darishan not long in front of him. Something told him to hate his old friend, and another wanted to cry. The only thing he never thought about was this:
"What brought them so far apart?"
As they came up at a safe distance of each other, a normal distance; he looked at Darishan, not knowing what to tell him. The wind kep the spikes from going in his eyes, his hands kept in his pockets and the waves still crashed like they had five minutes ago. "Darishan."
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Death
Jul 13, 2008 23:34:22 GMT -5
Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Jul 13, 2008 23:34:22 GMT -5
The Necromancer met Cecil's eyes, stares of a cool distance rubbing against a bloody intensity. Then, with a grating slowness, he shook his head. Cecil Shan had entered this battle mistaken, and a shadow of pity touched him. A freezing sensation soaked through his gloves; his staff responded to Cecil's life adversely. Its runes offered a glow like the pale dawn, and like his eyes. The clouds would hide the sun on this day.
Well away from the site of the oncoming contention, an evergreen stare studied the two, disconsolation filling his heart. It wasn't his right to feel anything, when he would watch this and do nothing. That was always his way, his choice, and his order. Eyes narrowed against the wind, he scrutinized their every move.
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Death
Jul 13, 2008 23:44:39 GMT -5
Post by Arual on Jul 13, 2008 23:44:39 GMT -5
He switched himself off to the side Zet told him to bring himself to. His hand came out of his pocket to hold his dagger, and a sickening wicked smile came on his face. His crimson eyes kept their color, but the black in the center changed its shape. "I was hoping you'd get here sooner or later." he added, delayed on purpose.
Now it begins. The end of one of them was nearer then ever.
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Death
Jul 13, 2008 23:59:12 GMT -5
Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Jul 13, 2008 23:59:12 GMT -5
Darishan took a dozen or so quick steps back, his staff pulsing in a malignant fashion. He seemed to be saying something, but his words were lost on the winds, and his staff scraped compelling symbols in the dirt beneath his feet. Upon finishing, he shouted one final piece of the incantation, and the ground became alive. Shuddering and jerking as if partaking in an earthquake, some thin dark chasms ripped into existence while other places bulged.
Attention firmly on Cecil, the Necromancer never seemed to stop his soft mumbling, but for now the world had once again stilled.
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Death
Jul 14, 2008 0:08:21 GMT -5
Post by Arual on Jul 14, 2008 0:08:21 GMT -5
Cecil wasn't going to beat around the bush, and took steps back too; though he did not falter or loose his balance as his body began to glow a whitish purple haze where he stood. "Kanto So." (means 'White light's thunder') The wind absorbed into Cecil's hands and he pushed it back out in the whisps of what power floated around his body now, some bullet points aiming at Darishan's staff and others at some vital points on Darishan's body. The rocky terrain only assisted him now. He had this worked out too, as best he could really.
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Death
Jul 14, 2008 0:21:38 GMT -5
Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Jul 14, 2008 0:21:38 GMT -5
Tearing across the air like claws came a shriek, high and screeching. Something seemed to flicker into sight in front of Darishan, though it dripped from puncture wounds all over its body. The Necromancer did not even look at it. He just kept his watch on Cecil while continuing his chants, sometimes pausing to make a sign on the ground. However, the creature, with only flickers of its horrible frame coming into full view, appeared to be tearing itself apart before finally settling down into shreds.
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Death
Jul 14, 2008 0:27:55 GMT -5
Post by Arual on Jul 14, 2008 0:27:55 GMT -5
Cecil flickered away, a special type of summon making it so that all traces of himself and his life slipped out of Darishan's head; and he came up with the crimson and gold katana from behind the other boy in a speedier then ever swish, the metal going for Darishan's back and hopefully cutting very deep. Still, there were no signs of life around Darishan, and no visible body shadows or noises around him. Even the wind kicked up some more again.
The now invisible boy skidded to the side and hoped that his state would last long enough to maybe get Darishan to slow down some before he made the decision to use Blood blade or something life threatening to himself- and murder to Darishan to finish the other kid off.
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Death
Jul 14, 2008 0:54:52 GMT -5
Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Jul 14, 2008 0:54:52 GMT -5
There was another scream, and Darishan maneuvered back with a twist to face his enemy, his staff pointed at him. Cecil's katana seemed to be slowed by some odd resistance, one of those creatures again that had lurked about Darishan unseen, but it still managed to slice down the side of the Necromancer's face and shoulder once through the specter. Except, instead of tearing itself apart this time, it seemed intent on doing the same to Cecil.
With a swipe of the Necromancer's weapon razor-edge bones burst from the earth, ready to sink up into Cecil's legs and feet if he did not move quickly.
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Death
Jul 14, 2008 1:11:22 GMT -5
Post by Arual on Jul 14, 2008 1:11:22 GMT -5
"Ah shit." he thought as he watched the bones come up. He used the ninja speed to pick his feet up just in time to get away clean; though blood dribbled over his right eye. He hit the ground and it crackled, though he spun right up. A fireball came at Darishan now, and a second mirrored it from behind in secret. "Mirror." he said almost mutely.
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Death
Jul 14, 2008 21:41:05 GMT -5
Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Jul 14, 2008 21:41:05 GMT -5
Again and again with a slithering hiss of dirt the bones surfaced, seeming to follow Cecil like waves of pain. Darishan flattened himself almost to the ground when he saw the fireball coming, and his eyes trailed up slightly in a very Darishan-like surprise as it collided with another instead of passing over him, exploding. Hitting the ignited parts of his cloak out, the Necromancer raised his staff despite the burn on his arm and said one word in a level tone.
It seemed as though the ground around him burst into the air, and skeletons clad in rotting flesh skittered to their feet in a thick ring. Some still even had recognizable faces, masks of horror or pain, but their eyes--if they had them--were as glass. The front line held pikes or swords, but the back row held bows made of something leathery that might not be best to look into. They drew a bone from their quivers as one, knocked them, and then released, all aiming at Cecil.
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Death
Jul 14, 2008 21:53:24 GMT -5
Post by Arual on Jul 14, 2008 21:53:24 GMT -5
Cecil couldn't dodge it all, and his chakra was centered in the air so he wouldn't need to land on the ground with the bones. It was bad no matter how you looked at it, but at least it wasn't as bad as it could be when suspending yourself in midair. His eyes widened as he felt warm blood run through his shirt, his shoulder, his leg, his ankle, and his side. It hurt terribly, but he pressed on, and didn't begin to doubt anything. It led to failure.
A bunch of hand signs shifted in the air above and far beyond Darishan's body. Cecil dodged in his state, yet again, and now he held his arm out as the blood ran down his fingertips and down to the bony ground beneath him. Suddenly, lighting spurted out in a small ball big enough to be considered the size of his fist. "Stage one, Lighting." he mumbled to himself. Cecil saw the bones kept coming and began to run and dodge until a purple slit in front of him appeared. Cecil vanished. Though the ground was dangerous, and all went silent for a minute at most, he made a surprise attack from beneath and behind Darishan to stick the lighting through him. This was only one of four.
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Death
Jul 14, 2008 22:20:21 GMT -5
Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Jul 14, 2008 22:20:21 GMT -5
Muscles tightened painfully under the strain as Cecil Shan's weapon of lightning slid through his side, and his lips drew back in a snarl as his paroxysm of the agony. Stiffly, he did one of the few things he could do in close combat, aiming a punch at Cecil's face as his dead swordsman rushed towards them for assistance, their blades raised to cut down the ninja. His blood was warm, running down him. Now how long had it been since he had felt that?
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