My Cure For No Disease

[Pendragon]

THE STORY SO FAR (from a Li-Wa Perspective):

Ouwashi has full controll at this point, no longer looking anything like Suzume- moreso like some kind of part-bat creature. Long, clawed fingers and large ears, hunched over form, ect, ect. Neko is helping out Darishan and Ouwashi took controll over Neko's summon (Dinosaur-like thing)

Pendragon absorbed some of Suzume's river styx on the rooftops, and because of this Lucifer manage to bring out a darker side of him too. Takami.

But a door once opened, can be passed through either way.

The remaining parts of Pendragon passed through into Suzume's mind, to aid her. However, he was killed in attempt to save her.

Leaving Takami in complete control.

However, Pen told Suzume that he could be saved by The Dagger.

Israfel still hasn't started fighting and is talking to Lyra instead.

Everyone learned that when they attack Ouwashi that they are hurting Suzume instead, so Cecil came up with the idea of using Holy Magic instead since it wouldn't be likely to hurt Suzume.

Ouwashi split into three, one is fighting Darishan, one is fighting Cecil, and the third is fighting Makashi as well as attempting to open the portal.

Jatza showed up to help Terent and Sion fight Takami.

Cheshire healed Cecil.

Oh yeah... and inside Suzume's head... Tsubame is unconscous and Suzume is unable to fight, the two aren't killed yet because Ouwashi needs a sacrifice to open the portal...

and I'm trying to turn Darishan into the Prince of Hell...

This is it.
This is the story of how Pendragon died


((Music: www.youtube.com/watch?v=cLEp-xPEwAA ))
((Everything is reality, apart from the purple. Which is in Suzume's head.))

A shadow of the man he had been before.

He stood, peeling Pendragon's images from a reflection. Wielding them as a disguise to the heart, and a defence to the weak.

The black coat told a different story. A story about a different man. Subtle differences showed reality through the illusion. Taller, darker.

And those freakin' wings.

Even the sword was different. No, this wasn't Pendragon.

It called itself Takami, naming itself after Sion's brother. And Pendragon's real father. In reality, it was an extension of Ouwashi.

And it was mad.

There were only two things it was scared of. Sion, and The Dagger.

And those two things had just met again.

Oh dear.


Tightly grasp The Cure.

This is how it ends.

Dark eyes meet the stolen image of a son.

Try to catch your breath.

The calm before the storm, the moment before the fight. Sometimes more difficult than the fight itself, is to gather the will to dive back into the fray.

The Dagger pulsated in his hand. Like old friends, they explored each other once again. Borrowed each others strength.

How Sion hated the weapon.

Hated how it had kept him from peace for so many years.

Peace in death alone.

Now he would wield it to give new life to peace.

And to save the only person he could call son.

Even if that wasn't strictly true.


Here we go.

( www.youtube.com/watch?v=6WJ-UFwSze8 )

A silent agreement passed between them, it was time.

They gave themselves to the dance, introducing blade to Dagger. Then divorcing the two only to hook up a moment later. Both brought everything they had to movement. Takami used to sheath as often as the sword, and Sion would never stay in the same place for more than a single second. He dipped round, leapt, spun. To no avail, Takami was too quick. Sion never managed to catch his blind side.

It was Takami who moved things to the air. Beating his wings to chance a strike at Sion, who rolled out the way. Then he too was in the air, climbing higher together.

And that was mistake number one.

The brief battle for altitude gave Takami enough time to pull out one of those lethal pistols.


The first bullet pierced Sion's chest, dangerously close to his heart. The shock froze his wings, causing him to fall backwards. Just like last time.

"People change..." Sion said, the wound on his chest already healing. He looped round to come at Takami again, focusing everything he had for one last blow.

That never landed.

"People never change." Takami fired off a second shot, this time his aim was true. Shattering a bullet into Sion's heart.

This time Sion really did fall, all the way to the ground.

He landed hard, bounced at an odd angle, and lay still.

Takami came to land. "Seasons change, but people don't. A shot to the heart always finishes buisness"

"My heart died awhile back." Sion shot forward, The Dagger in hand.

Takami just shot.

The third bullet made it's home in Sion's head.

"What about your brain?" Takami yelled back, venom in his voice.

He shot out a hand, and The Dagger began to slide away from Sion.

The fallen god managed to raise a feeble hand, and The Dagger stopped on it's way to Takami. It even managed to move slightly towards it's owner, but Takami redoubled his efforts and the weapon locked in place.

Both pulled the weapon with all they had, and in the end..

Sion gave.

He let go.

And The Dagger screamed all the way back to Takami.

(( www.youtube.com/watch?v=pktzqg8hrj4 ))
And buried itself in his chest.

The Dagger began to heal Takami.

The coat burnt away. His eyes turned blue. His sword changed back. His hair grew to normal length.

His smile came back.

Pendragon came back.

Not without it's problems though. The Dagger drew from Sion what a a healed person should look like, and thus changed Pen.

The wings stayed.

The power came.

Power that Sion had wielded.

He became part angel, just like Sion.

And he lost his sight.

But he was back all the same.

A flame danced on the wall of Suzume's mind.

And he walked through. Red coat flowing, The Dagger in hand. And his signature grin.

"Now, where was I?"


((LONGEST POST I'VE EVER WRITTEN! Somebody give me a medal.
Zawa: *gives you a medal, a shiny one* ^____^
Darishan: oo' Prince of Hell?))

[Señor Sunday Friday]

(I guess Pendragon just moved the roleplay... 0.o
Lucifer: Yeah, prince of Hell- does anyone have a problem with that title?
Calida: *innocent smile*
Li-Wa: *realizes that Pendragon just spewed her biggest secret for the plot and scurries away to her hole* THANKS ALOT! XD)

Terent watched the battle between Takami and Sion end and he wasn't quite sure what he was supposed to do and he looked towards Pendragon, "Is it over?" He asked, double checking before he moved on to the rest of the battle.

Suzume looked weakly up at Pendragon, the waters around her burning her skin as acid and her body was covered in gore, nonetheless she smiled. He came back. She was too weak to say anything and there was only the slightest change in her expression to show she was actually smiling.

Ouwashi three lunged foreward, her jaws gaping as she attempted to separate Darishan's head from his shoulders. It'd be a quick way to stop a summon and end any future problems. Her long fingers pulled along the ground as she initiated the attack, liquid pooled in the dust and she snarled viciously, her black eyes emblazoned with a malicious aura, her bony, string-muscled body moved with unmatchable speed, her claws scaped the ground.

Ouwashi one snarled at the three images of Cecil, unsure really what he was planning but she knew that he wouldn't be so stupid to do anything that could damage Suzume, Ouwashi seeped into the ground, her entire body dissapeared beneath the surface, ready to come up at any moment and clench the student in her grasp and spill his blood over the ground. The black liquid that was her moved between and around grains of dirt, no sign showed where she might be beneath the surface untill she sprung forth from the earth before one of the Cecil's above the sand, her long fingers reached for him with intent to kill.

Israfel looked towards the battle, "I'm trying to regain my right into heaven... and somehow- I think Suzume will be able to help me. She has to live." He said with a nod, "She needs to stay safe untill Lucifer is dead- then I will be ready to return, killing Suzume would only cause all too many problems."

Tsubame remained unconscious as she floated in the waters, her face down in the blackness as her long hair dissapeared in the depths that were ever growing deeper, already at knee level.

Ouwashi growled when she saw Pendragon, "You were dead!" she seethed with pure hatred, dark waters pulled up to her hand and formed a dagger which she gripped tightly as she heald it to Suzume's throat, threatening the silver haired person to stay back with such a gesture. Suzume's eyes widened as the sharp blade touched her throat and she closed her eyes tightly, well... as tightly as she could which wasn't much.

Meanwhile...
Ouwashi two snarled at Makashi, the smooth back of the cave behind her and she began reciting something under her breath as a sword formed in her long fingered hand, her black eyes glinted angrily at the dragon.

Makashi melted from his dragon form, a katana firmly heald in his grip as he ran at his opponent, winding to his right and slicing hard towards Ouwashi two leftwards, he wasn't as strong in human form but it would be too hazardous to fight in dragon form, as well as less practical since there was a small amount of given room. The weapon was his, he had forged it and enchanted it- Ouwashi wouldn't be able to mold around it or transfer it's damage. The weapon began to slice cleanly into Ouwashi's hide but in response to the unexpected pain Ouwashi rolled away from it, dark liquid trickled from the wound that refused to heal. Ouwashi still kept chanting through the pain, pain being something relatively new to her.

A long gash cut into Ouwashi's side and she tensed suddenly, drawing the slightest bit of blood from Suzume. "This won't be the last time Suzume will be used against you- let me make her the sacrifice and it will stop your problems." She said in an aggitated tone, "Suzume isn't a person, nor a demon as she was born- she's a disease. Let me exterminate her." she seethed, "She'll only bring you pain and seige upon Twilight Moon Academy."

Another Meanwhile...
Lucifer sat upon his unholy throne with an interested smile 'pon his horridly magnificent face. A glass of deep crimson wine in his hand as he watched everything unfold according to plan, the Gaia Beast wasn't to be summoned, not at all. The destruction of a world would end all future enjoyment of torture, war, ect. Then again, the destruction of a kitsune- freeing the portion of his own power heald by the water spirit within Suzume would leave him free to increase the spread of evils. He laughed slightly and took another sip of his drink, his eyes glinted like diamonds and he watched the battle as if he were there himself, he watched from all angles while still being aware of what was going on in various other locations.

[J-Bear!]

Jatza looked on, just really confused. She thought, What a weird school. I've only been here for a little while, and already there's a fight. Shaking her head, she followed Terent, who was heading towards the rest of the battle.

[Kim-la]

"Getting BACK into heaven? Killing Lucifer? THE Lucifer? I'm afraid to even ask..." Lyra said. She couldn't help but thinking how strange that a guy like Israfel would be trying to get (apparently after getting kicked out, which Lyra wasn't to overly surprised) back into heaven. How strange... Lyra guessed that there was more to Israfel that what met the eye.

[Arual]

Cecil two and three ran over top of the ground holding stars of their own in their hands. As Cecil two saw the hand beneath him, it was too late and he was caught. With not a millisecond in between, Cecil poofed away and came back again in a different direction.
Cecil one still sat on the log, his eyes with a changed pupil and sent off an oddly eerie vibe from the way he was positioned. A clear memory flashed in his mind....something that could possibly be a vital tool to their success. Instantly, at lighting speed- the boy moved his fingers in a jutsu like fashion; making the stars glow a barely noticeable light. It quickly faded and his eyes shut again, tuning into his surroundings and sensing where Owashi was...tracking her every inched move. "This better work...for Suzume's sake." he thought in that 'brave' manner.

[Señor Sunday Friday]

"Yeah... things tend to get a little complicated these days." Israfel nodded as he looked toward the sky momentarily as if he might catch a glimpse of heaven amongst the clouds, even though he knew he wouldn't find it. "Well then, now that you know a bit about me... what about you?" He asked Lyra, actually kind of curious why the leopard followed Momojiri around so much. Now that he thought about it... where did the dragon carry her off to anyways? He kinda figured that if Lyra didn't worry all too much about it than there was no need to worry.

Ouwashi one's hand burst forth around the tree, grappling around it and soaking through the wood, sucking it down into the earth and attempting to bring Cecil down as well. Ouwashi was going to get each Cecil, now that the portal was found and well on it's way to be opened she was free to kill whoever she pleased, and she pleased to kill everyone. Different pools of dark matter lay under the ground like grat cavernous lakes by this point as if the liquid was multiplying, Ouwashi would not be denied the blood she needed to satiate her ravenous thirst for gore. She snarled as she prepared to take Cecil, besides if this didn't work there were other possibilities... two necromancers might prove nice... or she could kill Israfel, she saw no real need to keep him alive. The cheetah was always a possibility, or perhaps she could destroy the winged fellow.

Deveron watched Cecil fight, "If you keep this up much longer... you'll lose." He warned the student, "She seems to be pure liquid so she won't wear out, though might I suggest you try to use her state against her." He suggested. His katana still buzzed in his hand, coursing electricity so it would always be ready though he didn't do much else to help. The Skill Seeking Eye was a certain trait he possessed, he was able to sense someone's strengths and weaknesses with a single glance, see how powerful they are and easily tell the outcome of the battle. It wasn't time yet to intervene. Cecil wouldn't learn without experience, and Deveron didn't plan to stop the learning process at it's best.

Terent had different thoughts on learning.

"What the hell do ye think yer doin'?! He obviously needs help!" He exclaimed to Deveron as he made his way towards Cecil, sheilding the ground beneath him with magical energy, as well as the ground beneath his student, though he couldn't form a sheild strong or large enough to do much from the distance he was away from Cecil. He had to get into the danger zome.. another problem would be making an energy sheild for each Cecil when in all honesty... Terent didn't have quite THAT much energy. He held two of his axes, one in each hand his third one seemed to have dissapeared, when in reality Terent had already thrown it, the movement so fluid and quick that it had been missed. The blunt end of the axe knocked through part of Ouwashi's hand, leaving an opening in case Cecil didn't make it out in time. The blunt end of the weapon wasn't enough to do any heavy damage to Ouwashi or Suzume, probably the worst for Suzume being a swollen hand.

Akira pulled away from her illusionmaking and she made her way towards Darishan to assist him, the light blue Ketsuiki clutched in her hand and she placed herself between the necromancer and the water spirit (Ouwashi numero tres), a sheet of ice formed on the tip of the weapon, extending upwards and over Akira's head and them down till it touched to the ground, making a wall to protect the two, "Whatever it is that your doing, you might want to hurry up." she said to Darishan hurriedly as she released the handle of the Ketsuiki, the sheild seemed to have perhaps stuck into the ground, considering the fact it didn't move a bit.

"Get out of my way." Ouwashi wheezed angrily in her seething voice, her body swooped around the ice dangerously, jaws awide to show off the scores of teeth.

Akira met the teeth with the blade of the Ame, her eyes were narrowed as she spat at the water spirit, "Never, you damned brute." she said angrily. This creature was ruining Akira and Makashi's granddaughter, this creature killed Akira's son as well as her daughter in law and grandson. She snarled, wishing she could destroy it without hurting Suzume further. Makashi was fighting elsewhere, trying his best to keep the portal from opening- since it could easily be potentially bad if the Gaia Beast came with Armegeddon on it's back.

[Pendragon]

"I had to come back for my coat." Pen grinned, winking at Suzume. "Without... Well, I can't think what would happen then. I might have walked across one of those clouds without turning heads and halos." His hand stabbed back into the darkness behind him, pulling out his signature coat from it's depths. He shook it a little, then cut two slits into it's back with his Dagger. He needed them for his wings, which now existed mentally too. They were part of Pen now, a gift from Sion if you like. Blinding white in colour, with amazing length tip to tip.

Which was odd, since Pen's wings back in the real world were still the darkest black.

"Anyway, more to the point." Pendragon brushed a strand of silver hair from his eyes. Ouwashi hadn't killed Suzume yet, why? Which begged the question: "What is it you want?" Pen asked her.


The real Pendragon surveyed the scene. He couldn't attack Ouwashi, not without hurting Suzume. That didn't mean he couldn't 'win' though.

[Kim-la]

Lyra looked up at Israfel and shrugged. What was there to tell? Most of her past she wasn't allowed to talk about... If she told Israfel she would have to kill him... Really.
"Let’s just say that I was like a body guard... Nobody suspects the cat. People think that we're 'just cats' and never suspect us... If Duemi's father hadn't died I would still be doing that sort of thing..." Lyra said. Her last part sounded slightly wistful, like she missed whatever her 'job' had been. Though one might notice how Lyra kept saying ‘we’ and that implied that she might have worked with others… Maybe even cats. Perhaps that could be what she missed so much, after all, being with Duemi all the time meant that she couldn’t go visit other cats whenever she wanted.

[Ladd Russo of the Russo Family]

Concentration was imperative, and Darishan had shut everything out from the last five minutes...which was just about forever in battle time. With a slow movement the necromancer crouched down and lightly traced a spirally rune through the grit, murmuring something very fast, though he had already said most of the spell in his head. The rune blasted a sudden furnace-like radiance of orange yellow glow, and it blossomed outward rapidly like some ever-growing, flowery-scripted chess board. Where it met puddles of the dark water it continued across, but they hissed ominously on the surface, like some kind of oil.

"Witherrot," Darishan finished and hopped back from the rune, tapping it once with the remains of his staff. He felt all of his energy but what it took to keep him breathing and beating flutter away like a bird from its cage, and he collapsed in a half-kneel on the ground with wary eyes.

The ground around the rune rumbled, and then from it burst a fiery being somewhere between a serpent and bird. Its body was lengthy and undulating upwards, with many fiery wings like those of a phoenix sprouting from its scales and wings, all eye-wateringly bright. Its very presence seemed to suck the moisture from the air and the temperature elevated to what you would find in the Sahara, if not worse. The runes were meant as a targeting agent, so that Darishan and his allies were not so badly affected, but he still saw the edges of his hair split and wither before his eyes since the beast had erupted so near him.

It probably would send Akira's ice shield to mist (and that mist sucked away before the air even had a chance to become humid), but with any luck, his summon would evaporate all of the Ouwashis to nothing but Suzume, or at least weaken them enough for the latter to shine through.

"Thank you. Without your assistance, I would not have been able to complete that," Darishan said faintly to Akira. Usually, a spell of that intensity would have knocked him into an unconsciousness that would last for at least a day if not more, so he found it very useful that he had the power for it now. The necklace was very cold against his chest.

[Señor Sunday Friday]

The third Ouwashi snarled as the sound of the rapid evaporation burned into her ears and she narrowed her eyes at Darishan, "Call of your spell! You don't know the nature of your magic!" she screamed as she backed away from it, her skin boiling away. She didn't have Suzume within this form, so she'd need a substitute. The Ouwashi within the cave held Suzume inside, ready for the sacrifice. Her worried expression melted away as her face did, she laughed quietly to herself. Sure, Makashi might have been lord of waters- but it was useless against the ghastly nymph.

"Hmm..." Israfel said, raising a hand to sheild his face from the heat of Darishan's summon. "Bodyguard for Momojiri's father? Heheh, what was he like?" he asked, curiosity in his voice. Israfel had known his mother, unfortunately. But he had never met his father before, which is an odd thing, and he wondered who it could have been, mother never talked of him. His eyes softened a shade as he thought of the mysterious person who he should of have known, should have been able to call father, but no. He was deprived of that. Funny how life in heaven could be so confusing at times, aparently even paradise wasn't perfect-but atleast it was better than Hell.

Makashi panted as he continued to move about in a mystical flurry, scales cut through the air as he peirced Ouwashi's side, Ouwashi seethed as the pain shot through her, instead of being transferred to Suzume. That damn sword.

"To cleanse the world! Free the Gaia Beast who will devour flesh and soul! First I need a little sacrifice, though." He said as she licked the crimson liquid from Suzume's small wound upon her neck. "her lifeblood is sweet, and she will be perfect for the job, too weakened to complain either, isn't that right Ichisuzume?"

Suzume did her best to tear herself away from her position as hostage, her turquoise eyes flashed with agititation as it could be seen her muscles- or atleast what was left of them- struggled and tensed. She didn't say a word, though she uttered a few ghasping breaths.

"Now, now... it'll only be a short while untill I defeat the dragon, he's really quite an annoyance."

[Kim-la]

Lyra's eyes squinted and her ears went back as result of the heat of the summon. Rather unpleasant for her. Lyra seemed to not notice Israfel calling Duemi 'Momojiri' because if she had she certainly would had torn Israfel into ribbons. But sense she didn't, she shrugged.
"I wasn't a bodyguard for her father actually, but for her family. Duemi's mother didn't care for me, nor did her sister. So basically I became Duemi's body guard. When Duemi's father died my trainer, being friends with him, told me to keep an eye on them..." Lyra seemed to shrink, looking sad and dejected at this part. "Some job I did at THAT..." She muttered, looking sad and pathetic. If she where human she might be crying right now.

For those who don't know, Duemi's mother committed suicide after her husband died, and after that Duemi's sister ran off with her boyfriend, and was never seen again. After that Duemi had to move in to her Aunt and Uncle's house. Unfortunately, they had seven sons, all whom where younger than Duemi, so SHE was expected to be in charge of them...
Needless to say, Lyra couldn't help but feel a little responsible for it...

[Pendragon]

"Yeah, yeah. And then you take over the world and all that" Already Pen had a plan in mind, all he needed was a little time to fine tune it. "The question I have to ask is why? What's the point? And also, what's so special about Suzume's blood?" He asked, pushing his hair away from his eyes.

Meanwhile, the Pendragon in reality glanced over the battle field. Several Ouwashi's danced around opponents, he wasn't interested in them though. He heard his necklace calling out to him, the one that was currently around Suzume's neck. He closed his eyes, they weren't doing him any good either. Listining for the amulet's sound, like a heartbeat to his ears. No idea where he was going, Pen allowed his wings to carry him to the necklaces call. Carry him into the cave.

[Señor Sunday Friday]

"Nothing special about Suzume, you may... if you wish... take her place if you are of an innocent soul- which I do doubt. And I do not wish to 'rule the world' as you so feebly think so, I wish to purify it of all that it has become so greater things can start anew!" Ouwashi seethed, her fingernails clawed as they gripped the dagger which pressed against Suzume's throat, steam rolled off of Ouwashi's hands and sizzed in the air as she heald her hostage firmly.

Suzume's turquoise eyes flashed as she closed them, muscles slowly relaxing and her hand throbbed with pain and she tried to think of some way out of this. She was dependant on those around her, weak and hapless- she didn't like it, not at all. She was unable to even speak at this point, her muscles burned from the injuries she'd sustained from Ouwashi's battle.

Israfel smiled reassuringly and patted Lyra on the back, "Meh, it's okay! You certainly seem to have M- I mean Duemi fairly safe..." He commented as he turned to look towards the battle, already beginning to sense how this was going to end, it wouldn't be too long. He smirked, not much longer... and the water nymph would fall and the scales will shift in his favor- and he'd make a break for his opening.

Inside the cave Makashi twisted and darted from Ouwashi's attacks, the Kitsuryu Isei grasped firmly in his hand as he raised it up and cut through the nymph's flesh. His deep brown eyes narrowed as he stepped back and away as a claw pulled through the air at him.


(Seriously people... this RP probably only has a few more posts before it's done and all I need is for KIM TO FRICKIN' POST ONE THING!! and then I can pretty much end it in more or less one or two posts... and Suzume will be well on her way back to normal! And the first half of my plot will be finished! Please post like jackrabbits so I can finish this RP! *puppy dog pout* because if you don't I'll have to get your livers removed...)

[Arual]

Cecil threw all of the stars he had at Ouwashi, within them contained a large amount of holy magic. Even if she was in a liquidfied state, the power that would be released had the same affect it would if she was in a soild. If it hit the ground, it would take to her because of a secondary jutsu he added. It was a lose lose situation for the most part. But would she move? He only had one shot to get them in the right places to surround her entirely.
In the fastest speed he's ever been in, Cecil threw the starts around Ouwashi and at her, making a large circle around her. There was a blinding bright green glow coming from all the directions the stars came in contact with each other. A multiple star like figure showed up in the middle of the circle. All he had to do was release it all at the right time as it gathered together. Once he did, it's holy forces would engulf an unimaginable pain into the one who held Suzume captive.

[Ladd Russo of the Russo Family]

The air was sweltering from his proximity to the serpent-fowl, but he still heard Ouwashi's cry through the cream of the air. Not a person of many words, Darishan shrugged. He doubted she would appreciate a response in her condition anyway. At any rate, it was very obvious the calling off the spell was something he didn't plan on doing, at least not yet.

With a small gesture, hardly a flex of the wrist, he directed the fiery beast. It swooped over to assist Cecil in aggressing his Ouwashi, since the other one was distracted with suffering... or maybe death. Death would be splendid.

With the air a mass of undulating waves behind it, the creature flew down like some Hell-bound phoenix to add some fire to Cecil's holy attack. Fire and holy always seemed to go hand in hand, just ask all of those witches burned for the light of justice. Yes, that was sarcasm.