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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Feb 10, 2008 19:23:26 GMT -5
"Because you're obviously not angry or annoyed or the sort with the implication that you'd have emotions." Eithne said with a slight laugh, because to be honest, if it weren't for emotions, Dimor wouldn't have cared. Eithne reached into her pocket and withdrew a hair tie and she pulled her hair up in a ponytail, away from her face and she turned sharply from Dimor, the light and darkness in thier respective hands dissipated, "You cease to amuse me..." she muttered, dismissing him with a wave, "Though I might suggest you go see the Suzume child, she posesses the Whip of Lloth with may interest you." She shrugged, "The only problem being you'd have to befriend the child for it- otherwise she'd never give it to you." Eithne smiled, wondering what it would be like to see the dreary headed Dimor trying to befriend a child, even if it was only for the whip. Her silver eyes shimmered with a withheld laughter as she walked away, half expecting to hear some challenge to fight or the sort, she would have loved that, actually.
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Post by [red].Raven on Feb 11, 2008 21:37:29 GMT -5
Dimor stood absolutely still when Eithne finished speaking; even his shadow refused to so much as twitch. The Drow glared hard into the vampiress' back, now quite irritated with this whole situation. The emotions she spoke of were not weaknesses; sadness, love, pity, those were the weaknesses. All at once, with trained movements so fluid that it was almost mesmerizing, Dimor's body turned to the side just the slightest bit and his right arm flew up from his side, fingers outstretched and palm facing Eithne. There seemed to be some odd movement beneath the earth before very suddenly a thin though solid 'arm' made of stone shot up and wrapped around Eithne's ankle. It really wasn't all that strong, but it would stop her for a moment long enough to at least get her attention. Arm still outstretched, Dimor held his stance and spoke commandingly. "Don't ever walk away from me, girl."
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Post by Creator on Feb 11, 2008 22:06:12 GMT -5
A miniscule blur zipped through the air and embedded itself in Dimor's arm of stone. Only when it stopped could it be perceived as a tiny purple needle, though an instant after it was in place it exploded in a small burst of air, intended simply to sever the stone. Damon seemed to step forth from the air, which shuddered slightly in a wave of purple smoke as he solidified. "Still up to no good, eh, Dimor? And... you," he said, nodding to Eithne. "Those kunai are definitely coming in handy, though one of them did get me killed. But hey, no hard feelings." He turned his head back to his mouthless acquaintance and frowned. "I hope you realize how terribly you're outclassed. As much as it pains me to admit it, not even I am powerful enough to take on Eithne alone. Of course, I don't know exactly how smart she is," he commented, adding a bit of edge to his words, "but I don't suppose it really matters. What exactly is going on here, anyway?"
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Feb 12, 2008 5:45:34 GMT -5
Eithne looked at the hand grasping her ankle and then she looked towards Damon, "Your help isn't needed here, though I can't say your presence is foul company." She said nonchalantly, her form shuddered for a few moments, as if the shape of her body was something that was changing. Silver eyes. She was free from the earthen hand though however it had been done was effortless and quick. To be honest, Eithne had just said something kind to Damon, which was odd, it seemed that perhaps Eithne had decided that Damon wasn't so much of a nuisance in recent times. Yay. "How might you be doing today, Damon?" She asked, now the thing with this was that she seemed to have a total disreguard for Dimor, as if he really didn't matter here. Perhaps he's try to fight her now, or maybe in a few moments... sooner or later Dimor would have to do something. The half-drow's lack of self-controll was appealing and she couldn't wait to fight him, perhaps. Especially since Eithne now had those silver eyes of hers.
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Post by Creator on Feb 12, 2008 17:35:32 GMT -5
"Well, I'm feeling a lot less dead now," he said, "though I don't guess you'd care to hear about that." His eyes continued to dart between the two, and after a moment they began to change. His irises thickened, taking over most of his eye. The whites of his eyes turned red, as did his pupils, and his irises became a white that blurred in with the red. "With two people like yourselves, it's hard to judge who actually started this," he said with a chuckle, letting his eyes return to normal. He stuffed his hands into his pockets and raised an eyebrow. "You look different. Your eyes were red last time we saw each other. But then, maybe you've learned a trick like mine." He turned to Dimor almost expectantly, waiting to see if he could successfully combine a desire to attack with a desire to not do anything.
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Post by [red].Raven on Feb 12, 2008 21:07:37 GMT -5
As soon as the kunai hit the earthen 'arm', Dimor's gaze shot to its source, his arm dropping to his side. He couldn't say he was pleased to see Damon, but he wasn't exactly disappointed either. The Drow stood, simmering in his agitation, while the two conversed briefly with each other. When Damon turned toward him, Dimor met the ninja's gaze evenly. For another moment, as was his character, the Elementalist was silent, but soon enough, his chilling voice was sounding throughout the area. "The sight of your death both satisfied and disappointed me, child." Yes, Dimor had been there, in a loose sense of the phrase. His body had not physically been there, he had watched undetected from the darkness of the shadows. It was quite impossible for a battle between such powers not to draw the attention of someone such as Dimor. The Drow turned his piercing white gaze onto Eithne. "And you, girl," There was a subtle flash of red by Dimor's left hand and then one of green by his right. His fingers twitched with the slightest of movements and earthen spikes shot up from the ground, all aimed for Eithne's chest. The attack, again, wasn't all that strong; Dimor would get to those attacks when he found it necessary.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Feb 12, 2008 21:55:13 GMT -5
Eithne smiled, a quick jump was all she needed, clearing the spikes with ease, despite the massive weapon strapped to her back that looked as if it would have rendered Eithne sluggish and easily tired, it wasn't the case, she was ever nimble on her feet, her slender form slipping with ease through movement, whipping her sword out, "You don't know what you're getting yourself into right now, are you?" she asked, a laugh in her voice. She brought the large sword around in an elegant swing, pulling it towards Dimor's throat with the intent of decapitation, not caring it it hit or missed- though it would be imagined that Dimor would care quite a bit more. Her movements were with lightning speed and precisely executed, balanced and poised as she fought. Eithne recieved training for her fighting and didn't intend to lose. She would enjoy drinking Dimor's blood if this whole ordeal came to that. The biggest issue here, though was figuring out what vampire Eithne had drank the blood from, depending on who it was, it could have varying effects- there were two, maybe three cases where it would be something to really worry about.
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Post by Creator on Feb 12, 2008 22:17:02 GMT -5
Damon blurred into position just in front of Dimor and caught Eithne's blade with a clawed hand, now scowling. He didn't doubt Dimor could have avoided the blow, but he didn't like to gamble when it came to the lives of others. "Look, I realize he might bug you, but that's no reason to make any effort to kill him. What good would that do?" His claw began to hiss, steam issuing up as it tottered on the edge of igniting. "So... your chance to be the bigger person here." He hoped it wouldn't come to a fight, so he did his best to avoid harsh words that would trigger anyone's defenses. "If it's possible to leave peacefully, I'd say it's worth swallowing your pride."
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Post by [red].Raven on Feb 12, 2008 23:22:59 GMT -5
Dimor didn't move when the blade came flying toward him; his body had been prepared before hand and would simple burst into shadow upon impact. But with Damon's intervention, the Drow had no choice but to re-solidify. He glared hard at the back of the ninja's skull, quite agitated that he had decided to get in the way. With another undetectable twitch of a finger, shadows swirled in Dimor's palm. It took only moments for the Drow's signature blade, Yukemrin, to solidify from the darkness and be held securely in one gloved hand. "Rathrae, waela dalhar." Now, if anyone really knew Dimor, they would know that what he had just spoken was very unusual; it was not a common act for the Drow to actually speak in his native tongue. His voice sounded darker when he spoke this way, fiercer somehow. "Olot dos." Dimor's free hand swept up from his side straight into the air. Simultaneously, vicious tendrils and snares of shadow shot from the ground to wrap themselves around Damon's body. These were not ordinary shadows; these were Dimor's shadows, uncontrollable by others and appearing to have lives of their own. If the ninja could not escape their grasp, he would be pulled into a literal world of darkness, where his will to live is all that might set him free.
((Rathrae, waela dalhar= Behind, foolish child. Olot dos= Darkness take you(insult xD)))
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Post by Creator on Feb 13, 2008 8:15:25 GMT -5
As the tendrils began to wrap around him, Damon sighed. The claws calmed down, and he tilted his head back just enough to catch Dimor out of the corner of his eye. "...what a fool you are," he said gravely, turning back to face Eithne. There was a puff of smoke, and Damon was replaced with a crude statue of himself made of purple stone. The statue was actually turning to look at Dimor with a large smile, frozen with its hand up in mid-wave. A moment after taking his place, the statue began to quiver, and then exploded rather angrily.
Meanwhile, Damon was once again approaching from nearby, hands back in his pockets. It would be interesting to see how this all turned out. 'He seems to already be in a bit of a bad mood, otherwise he wouldn't attack so soon.'
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Feb 13, 2008 16:17:44 GMT -5
Eithne laughed, "Póg mo thóin" a smile on her face, the foreign words rolling off her tongue with ease and as she fought, her foot barely touched the ground so she could spin herself around for another attack to Dimor's other side, making it nearly impossible for Dimor to switch his weapon from one hand to another, a vicious light eminating from her blade to repel Dimor's summoned shadows, shadows only existed out of the path of light- so she had to blaze a path, then, forging it straight through Dimor's shadows. The depths of color in her silver eyes danced, magic free flowing through them and her form barely staying still as she fought, not really seeming to care much in all honesty. She was relaxed and her movements were fluid, her swordsmanship wasn't something to make fun of, either. It was apparent that in three hundred years of life, she hadn't wasted any time and had learned as many things as possible, making her ever the stronger in battle.
Now if only she'd actually fight instead of messing around like this.
((Póg mo thóin = Pronounced- pogue muh ho-in. Translation- Kiss my ass.))
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Post by [red].Raven on Feb 13, 2008 17:18:09 GMT -5
There was an odd, screeching hiss when the statue exploded, and then another when Eithne's light fell upon the writhing shadows. The sound of angry pain had actually come from Dimor's shadows, which quickly disappeared, replaced by regular shadows. Now, Dimor, basically hit dead-on by the blast from Damon's statue, had been forced back toward the ledge of the levitating stone. Arms braced in front of him, the Drow's heels dug into the ground, coming to a skidding halt just as they grazed over the edge of the platform. Actually, that blast had done some good; it had pushed him out of the way of Eithne's blade and the direct path of light. Dimor glanced over his shoulder, down into the dark, swirling abyss of the Astral Realms with a fierce gaze. Such an irritating limit to the forming battle field. Glare shooting back to Damon and Eithne, Dimor stepped smoothly away from the ledge, Yukemrin spinning rhythmically in his hand. After another step or two, the blade was whipped straight into the ground, disappearing in a burst of darkness. A short moment passed when nothing happened, but all at once, a couple dozen more shadow blades were raining hard from the 'sky'. "L'elamshin d'lil Ilythiiri zhah ulu har'luth jal."
((Last thing means "The destiny of the Drow is to conquer all."))
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Post by Creator on Feb 13, 2008 17:31:38 GMT -5
Damon watched tensely as Dimor neared the edge, preparing to add a bit of land behind him if necessary. But, thankfully, that wasn't the case. He relaxed as Dimor's attack began, simply because nobody was in iminent danger, but became more alert when the blade vanished from sight. 'Great. The Tamashigan is useless unless he tries a personal sneak attack.' His claws emerged once more, just in case a heavy blow came near. He wasn't sure where he stood with Eithne, but with Dimor it was all too obvious. As the blades began to appear, Damon sighed, swerving around to avoid them. As one came near, he pulled out a kunai with yellow tape around the handle and deflected it in one swift movement, a burst of light issuing from the metal. He glanced at Eithne. "These things have really been coming in handy," he commented. "Mind if I launch an attack of my own? I'm not at all good with my sword yet, so I'll stick to my 'leet ninja skeelz." His light kunai began to shine, a light he hoped would be rather unpleasant to Dimor. Then he tossed the kunai lightly into the air and performed some quick hand signs. "Ninja Art: Kunai Chaos!" Countless identical kunai began to fly through the air in random directions. Some were aimed at Dimor, but many were just flying blindly, and none of them were solid. Normally, this genjutsu was used to confuse the enemy and sneak in multiple hard-to-avoid solid kunai, but Damon didn't have enough cover to make the necessary shadow clones to throw the real kunai. So instead, he hoped the light streaming from each knife would do the trick.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Feb 13, 2008 19:53:03 GMT -5
"Damon, I don't neccesarily need your help here." Eithne responded to Damon's sudden interest in the battle, she pulled herself low to the ground, a sphere of light forming and she slid a foot out, the intention to kick Dimor's feet out from underneath him, still keeping a firm grip on Aurora as she flooded the area with sunlight, obviously it wouldn't have any effect on the vampiress. She might be able to finish this fight without using any fighting magic, keep back the shadows and she'd be good. Amusing. Purely amusing, made all the more fun as she twisted about to dodge the raining weapons as they came near her, her thin form making easy work of the task.
After her kick towards Dimor's knees with a speed causing her to be no more than a flurry of movement through a blur, she swung herself back up to her feet, swinging the blade of her weapon so it faced away from Dimor and she thrust the pommel at him, coming from his right hard and fast to hit the joint of his neck and shoulder, aiming for quick and precise damage. Punyo.
Eithne's fangs grew long in the excitement of this play-battle, her eyes narrowed fiercely. She wasn't going to let Dimor get out of this without a few broken bones, then perhaps he'd think twice before stumbling into a battle he was ill-prepared for. The student needed a lesson. Students teaching students, was all this was. "Then Dimor, I guess you'll only conquer half as much as a drow?" She asked, licking her fangs as she finished her dialogue, she didn't have any intention of feeding off this child, but the feeling of her extended fangs in her mouth was delicious and she couldn't help but smile.
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Post by [red].Raven on Feb 13, 2008 22:21:20 GMT -5
Dimor backpedaled a single step when there was suddenly light everywhere; light surrounding him. The Drow's arms shot up to cover his eyes and he released an aggravated sound; something very unlike Dimor. Wow, he must just be unusually pissed off. Due to the light, he did not see Eithne's oncoming blow to his legs and took it full force. There was a sickening crunch as Dimor's bones struggled to maintain themselves, which they managed, but just barely. The Drow was forced to stumble down onto his hands and knees. His gloved fingers dug into the ground and his eyes slammed shut just before Eithne's sword's end made contact with his body. At the very last second, tendrils of darkness created from his own shadow shot from the ground and pulled him down; Dimor was gone. But, despite the fact that he could simply have run away, he wasn't gone for long; running away was not something Dimor did. Ever. His voice resounded in an eerie manner around the area, tone chilling and defiant. "Gaer zhah mzild ulu ussa," There was a pause where he had taken a deep breath. "Taga veldrin!" Wow, that actually sounded... angry. Like, not Dimor angry, but actually angry. Scary.
Dimor's figure could suddenly be seen on a jagged slope of rock that rose a few feet from the ground toward the center of the levitating platform. His head was lowered just enough to have some of his wispy black hair hang over his cold white eyes. His arms seemed to be utterly limp at his sides, weight distributed unevenly throughout his legs. Heavy breaths were visible, even from a distance. But these were not breaths of exhaustion, no. These were infuriated breaths of heated anger and frustration. Body drawing back as though about to thrust something forward, Dimor's left hand began to glow a deep red. All at once, the hand was thrown forward, palm facing Eithne and Damon. Flames, small at first but growing quickly and picking up speed, shot along the ground straight for the pair. Just about halfway there, the flames turned a deep black in color. If one were very keen and attentive, one might notice that there seemed to be vicious looking creatures charging forward within the flames. "El."
((First half= "There is more to me".... Second half= "than shadow!" Last thing= "Die."))
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