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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Jan 12, 2009 21:06:47 GMT -5
The paladin undid a few straps and let a large sheath fall to the floor, withdrawing the odd weapon inside of it. The hilt was nearly a foot long, and the blade itself, added on to the height, was just taller than Lorien. It was made of the same purple-blue metal of his armor and somewhat designed, a combination of a sword and a lance. Armored and with a long range weapon, Lorien was a person well equipped to face the undead.
The young knight's soul, however, was slightly less willing. Unhappy blue eyes looked at the poor suffering animal that Chase had brought back to unnatural life. He wanted to ease its suffering, but any Sealing of Wounds spell he knew would do nothing to those already dead. Looking uneasily away, he rose Lanceblade Challisaen and sidestepped Miss Charlotte, running straight toward Chase.
"Prepare yourself!" He was just feeling his opponent out at this point, not intending any real violence until he was sure that his enemy could handle it. It didn't occur to him that Chase might not realize that.
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Post by Person on Jan 12, 2009 21:35:47 GMT -5
"Charlotte!" Chase yelled in a 50's sitcom voice as Lorien charged him with his exotic weapon. The new recruit was completely unprepared for any kind of person-to-person confrontation; he had just been using his scythe as a golf club. So, seeing as it was large weapon, Chase held the scythe like a farming instrument and waved the weapon characteristically clumsily in the air with an unrefined manner that reeked of neglect. "Uhh...monkey thing! Can you help me here?" Chase asked in desperation in the few seconds before he had met Lorien's attack. "I'm sorry about being mad about resurrecting you instead of some cool chimera thing!"
Somewhere in the apology forged from a last-minute effort, the zombie monkey's remaining heart was touched. A smile returned to its sharpened and crooked face and to its demeanor. The monkey cheerily walked over to a group forgotten stones and grabbed one in each of its three hands. The monkey began to inaccurately hurl the seagull-egg sized stones into the field of battle, all the while with a mischievous grin plastered across its face. One narrowly missed Chase, and there was no telling where the other ones would have ended up.
But there again was the forgotten Charlotte, who, after working so hard to go half-way across the area now had to go back to save her master. The zombie limped and lagged back to Lorien and Chase, moaning like a ferocious dog would bark in order to instill fear. You could say that 'It was on'.
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Jan 12, 2009 21:46:34 GMT -5
Lanceblade Challisaen fell just short of drawing blood when a large rock hit Lorien in the head, jerking his neck back and making him stumble for balance. Normally such a hit would give a nice under-the-skin-blood-bubble if not a minor concussion, so it was good to know his helmet actually had a practical use. He adjusted it so that he could see again, by now quite close to Charlotte, who seemed intent on killing him.
It had been very clever of Chase, who had feigned incompetence as part of this convoluted trap. Necromancers, it was said, were trained to be very strategic thinkers. Lorien would not let his guard down again.
Quickly reversing his grip, the paladin twisted and moved to hit the genderless figure somewhere behind the ear, so that Charlotte would be knocked unconscious and out of the fight.
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Post by Person on Jan 13, 2009 16:02:28 GMT -5
Lorien, it seems, enjoyed thinking too much into things. What he thought he mistook for incompetence in the finer arts of battle was indeed incompetence in the finer arts of battle. Chase was at the beck and call of Lady Luck, now, considering that most of the actions had been from pure fortune only.
But Charlotte had not been so lucky in the current tide of war. The hit had been aimed well and hit its mark. The weapon began to go into his skull for a couple inches, leaving a sickly xanthous residue on the hilt of the weapon. Not only that, but the sight of an opened skull, albeit on a zombie, could still be defined as gruesome, especially when one could see the remaining pieces of what appeared to be the brain. The zombie quickly became a rag doll and collapsed onto the ground; it became tangled up in its own limbs without any kind of bodily support to bind them together, and thus became a mess of rotten extremities. Apparently, the paladin had not accounted for the particular weakness of a beginner-generated ghoul.
Had Chase not been enveloped in 'Fight Mode' at the moment and had he been more dramatic, he would have most likely dropped to his knees and screamed the zombie's name into the air. But, it was only a limping, lagging shadow of a former being and Chase was being assaulted by a paladin with a glorified pitchfork. So, the young necromancer continued his previous assault tactic of waving his scythe randomly in front of him as if the air was also his enemy.
The small monkey being had only found three rocks, strangely enough. It couldn't keep up its strategy of hurling projectiles, so it decided to change its maneuvers. The small being uttered a high-pitched battle cry and charged at Lorien on all fours. when it felt that I was close enough, the small creature leaped up into the air, fully ready to jump onto Lorien's back and begin the punishment.
Meanwhile, the currently mouth-impaired raven worked his way over to an unoccupied tree branch and moved his way to the end of it. Using the end of the branch, he began to feverishly rub the rubber band against it, working his way to freedom.
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Jan 13, 2009 19:04:01 GMT -5
The feeling of pressure suddenly shattering and his hilt sinking made him start, mouth clenched and eyes horrified, with that feeling of missing a step in the dark. Or, more accurately, missing a target in the dark and braining a friendly opponent. It was not that he had never killed before. On his journey dark creatures had assaulted him, and it was only natural that he should kill them, not only to save himself, but to make travel safer for others.
But while this was not a person in a technical sense, it had nevertheless been risen by Chase. The feeling came out somewhere around the lines of killing a beloved pet, with some spiritual baggage from being a previous soul container.
Lorien looked at Chase, troubled and pleading. "And it please you, Chase, might we call off this fight? It is proper that I should pray for her rights and ascension, especially since I was the one that killed her..." An undead monkey landed on his back, but he more or less ignored it.
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Post by Arual on Jan 13, 2009 19:13:57 GMT -5
Gaap looked at the other boy, Lorien. Thank Christ!!!! This fight was so pathetic it couldn't even be CALLED a something that made a grandmother worry! He was thinking about calling it off right when Lorien suggested it himself.
"I can see that it's obviously too early for you two to be doing anything like this," he said as the ref, teacher, and Chase's 'coach'. "It's understandable since you both are very new to the school, so let's give this some time if you want to get a rematch in order........"
The demon looked at Lorien with an icy hot gaze. "But Lorien, if you intend to fight- you're bound to kill things. You can't pray for every little thing and stop a match- you do know that right?" His one hand was in his pocket, clutching a silver pocketwatch when Sardon landed on his shoulder.
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Post by Person on Jan 13, 2009 21:01:40 GMT -5
Thanatos eventually snapped the rubber band, and took a deep breath afterward before flying over to Chase's shoulder. "Chase! While you do need to practice necromancy, it is not reasonable nor logical to be partaking in such violent acts. Disobey again, and you shall get The Mark." Thanatos had serious issues against unnecessary violence, otherwise, he would not have used such a serious threat as The Mark. There was a certain tone to his voice like a scolding parent who only wants the best for his child, even if the child didn't realize it.
Chase stopped, and the zombie-monkey seemed to follow some telepathic message and did the same by gracefully falling from Lorien and landing like an apparition on the ground. Chase knew that The Mark was reserved for only the most serious of cases; his father had given him a taste of it once, and it was more than enough for one young man. "Fine," he acquiesced. A final tint of black appeared to cover his eyes as there were two holes created in the ground: one for the now redeceased Charlotte and another for the monkey-zombie beast. They quickly fell back into the Pit from where Chase had summoned them.
Then why do I have to learn all this crap? Chase thought to himself silently but with a look of agonized defeat plastered over his face. It was one of the few times that the third eye on Thanatos's forehead appeared: "You learn so you don't have to fight, young Chase!" His voice boomed loudly, very strange considering the stature of the bird. Thanatos took one more breath in to calm himself, and then turned toward Gaap, "And you. You are the worst one. If I catch you corrupting this young boy again...well, you can just use your imagination.
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Jan 13, 2009 21:22:13 GMT -5
"...And may her soul be readily accepted past the Gates of the Keeper, for all hold that which is Good in their hearts." the young paladin finished, getting back onto his feet. He clasped his hands together and opened them sharply upward, as if throwing something into the air, and small flecks of lights floated down from his magic. Somewhere during his praying he had missed the words of Chase's teacher, but not the rant that had come after.
Lorien did not know of Chase's heritage or what 'The Mark' was, but he did feel slightly responsible for his friend's scolding. If it were not for him, Charlotte would still be alive and there would be no blight upon his companions record of Necromancy.
"Excuse me, Master Thanatos..." he said, clearly but with some hesitation. "I do not question your words, but I would like to explain our intentions. We meant no violence; we were testing our abilities. I do admit, however, that it was my folly that killed your friend. For that, there is no excuse, but I still apologize with all of my being..." He removed his helmet, and long, bright blond hair fell about his face, somewhat bound in the back but untidy from helmet hair. He seemed quite dejected, but determined to put things right.
"I swear to you that I will engage Chase no longer, until you decide that we are fit for it."
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Post by Arual on Jan 13, 2009 21:36:32 GMT -5
Gaap rolled his eyes to Thanatos. "I don't think that is needed, Lorien. You aren't the person to apologize- you're both students....and Charrlotte was summoned previously dead- so nothing was done in harm."
"As for you bird," he added. "I am his teacher, and you are a bird....learn that I'd gladly talk to Chase's father and explain what a pain in our ass you're being. I'm sure he'd enjoy hearing how the bird is the reason for all of his son's distractions, because I don't see how he can do anything with you on his shoulder all day." It was probably the most his teacher had said since he knew Chase- but it had to be said. He was sick and tired of the bird....ready to let Sardon have a long deserved dinner.
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Post by Person on Jan 13, 2009 21:49:07 GMT -5
"Lorien, I am not scolding you for practicing, but scolding Chase for using this kind of unnecessary violence. I have seen small things like this eventually ruin many a man, and I do not wish it to happen to Chase," Thanatos said to Lorien calmly before returning to a harsh demeanor. He turned to Gaap and said: "Go ahead, as I am a respected member of the Community while you are...a demon. Death has entrusted me to be an extension of his will, and I am doing just that by teaching something that you might not have: morals." His words sliced through the air like throwing knives, intended on striking (and hopefully killing) Gaap.
Chase stood there with a neutral expression that also reeked of guilt. He would have attempted to intervene, but he was stuck between a rock and a hard place: on one side he had the cool new teacher, but on the other side he had the threat of The Mark and worse retribution from his father. There were only few times when Thanatos was this angry with something, and most of them did not happen in Chase's lifetime. Chase had a small idea about the person that Thanatos was talking about, but not enough to form a complete storyboard. He only had snippets of conversation.
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Post by Arual on Jan 13, 2009 21:59:21 GMT -5
Gaap was still cool, though his voice faded from its possible threatening tone. "Demon is all you have on me, bird. Prince of Hell is all you can manage to find something to get a finger pointed at me, but I have morals," his smile that held a devious, frightening and wickedly sarcastic amusement came onto his face, "We are all different, bird....and playing it too safe gets you even higher on the chance of being killed in a fight."
The teacher turned to Chase. "Look, kid, I'm sorry we didn't get to work on much since our time was cut short just when Master ended and we arrived here," he sighed. "However, I'm not going to fight with that stupid bird all day. I've made my point, and that's all I am willing to do- the rest is up to you. I cannot tell you how to run your life, make your choices, or do the things that make your life be whatever future it gives you......but the bird certainly has no right to step into it either. He may not know his boundaries, but I do- I've lived far too long not to." Gaap took a step in place, his head going down for a second, though it was more of that teacher/fatherly expression that added to his normal and unique air. "But you have a choice to make, and you know the right thing to do- somewhere in there.....believe me I would know, because they wouldn't have made me your teacher if we weren't somehow alike in one way or another." A sly wink of encouragement. "I'll be around in one of the two rooms I wrote down on that schedule of yours the first day. If it comes down to a more weighty decision, let me know what's happening, would ya?"
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Jan 14, 2009 12:48:21 GMT -5
"Ga'ap," sighed a young woman in her prime, appearing out of the trees. She was barefooted, and she left distinct footsteps behind her of dead, burned vegatation. Actually, she was more than barefooted. Her long, pale blond hair was actually the only covering she had, though sometimes an orange shudder of fire raced across her form. She wrapped an arm around his shoulder, nestling her face against his arm. "What are you doing here on earth? That's what he wanted me to ask you. You have duties to do, Ga'ap, so what's so important up here?" she asked in a sultry voice, petting his arm fondly.
"If you want something honest, Lord Belial is suspicious.... You're never up to good, but at least we know what you're up to... Tell me?" She asked, pouting adorably.
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Post by Person on Jan 14, 2009 15:25:15 GMT -5
"Well--" Chase began, but was cut off by the strange turn of events of the appearance of a nude pyrokinetic, or what Chase thought at first. He stared at the women for a moment, completely ignoring the fact that she was most likely some sort of succubus, having already given into the earthly temptation. His mouth fell open for a moment--that is, until he felt a bite on the ear that brought him back to reality. "Ow!" he yelled in response to Thanatos picking at his ear.
"Master Chase, do not give in to the sinful temptations that are before you. Remember the Family, dear boy," Thanatos said, exponentially calmer than he had been before. His voice now returned to the average scolding tone.
"Yeah, okay," Chase sarcastically responded as he continued his teenish stare at the second demon to appear. 'Never said I was gonna order from the menu, just checking out what's available, Chase justified mentally.
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Post by Arual on Jan 14, 2009 16:03:09 GMT -5
((ALRIGHTY! IT may look as though there should be censorship in this post, but I tell you there are no more actions then what is being described- well, except for the eyes....because eyes tell you EVERYTHING someone wants to know without telling them in words. ^^))
The Master teacher had that crooked smile on his face as the girl attached herself to his arm. He could imagine the one of two options of what the other demon may do:
1. Be his normal self; shoo/ sex the messanger for her 'good work', after setting down one of Conrad's books, and disreguard everything and 'leave it up to him'. 2. Laugh. 3. The ALTERNATIVE!! After the first option, he tells her to come and bring him back to talk...or something like that.
The second option wasn't very high on the precentage scale, but it didn't matter. Gaap put a finger underneath the girl's chin and lifted it up before the space between his student and himself went totally black....even though they were still there.
"Tell him I've decided to play teacher for a little while, would you? I'm sure he'll get a kick out of that." The slightly devious grin widened into something more charming, suddenly missing 'home' a lot more than he thought. Hell, Belial owed him after getting 'free cable' from his pocket watch not long ago....so, surely a little fun was a possibly nice return, no?
((Why is it I feel Belial is going to shift forms and turn back into his normal self......making Gaap look terribly retarded? Not like the sex demon hadn't done it a few times just to piss Gaap off once or twice....but it wasn't all that fun. Somewhere in the back of his mind he waitied for it; however, he'd seen this girl plenty of times doing various.....tasks for his fellow Prince- and the possibility of it being his buddy-in-hell was kind of slim....but that'd really put my in a pinch! XDDDDD ))
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Jan 14, 2009 17:01:15 GMT -5
(Well actually, Laura, I was planning to do that. Now, however, you just took all the fun out of that. ;D)
Lorien's face was bright red and his eyes were wide, and he really just felt horribly embarrassed by this whole ordeal. He would have offered the poor woman some clothes, but she seemed comfortable, so he didn't want to bring any more self-consciousness into it.
"I can teach too, if that's all you're doing," she said with a wicked little laugh. "Whatever, just tell me when you're done. Or when you're bored." She stood up on her tiptoes and kissed him on the cheek before walking back from whence she came. The author wonders if she just upped TMA's rating. "If you guys ever need anything, I really like to help people. Just concentrate; I'm sure I'll hear you," she called.
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