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Post by dain on Apr 23, 2007 13:07:04 GMT -5
As the woman in thick robes past by them to the east, Dain quickly reached into a pocket within his robes only to produce a registered, melancholy groan.
"That was my last shuriken I wasted on that minotaur... and no, that wasn't fake." Dain bowed his ehad in sadness as he dispelled the invisible path they had been walking on, seeing as how none could get in, they were finally rid of the idiotic, superiority-complexed Crow. THat was at least one plus to balance the minus of the lost shuriken.
"And that bastard better not take that shuriken, else I'll make it explode into hundreds of bits of black metal in his hand," he said outloud to himself.
Dain slowly approached the eastern path as he looked over at Durriken, unsheathing Necro'yondul and holding it steadily by his side. At that moment, Dain looked almost like a bushido master... who said he wasn't one? The black blade moaned in yearning for blood as lost souls seemed to phase in and out of its edge, a ghost-like hand taking hold of the handle where Dain gripped. The assassin paid no heed, when one walks the Nexus, far worse happens.
"Durriken, I remember the accounted appearance of the thief to have thick robes and dark hair. That woman fits the description quite well, what is your verdict before we move?"
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Post by ±Witchcraft± on Apr 23, 2007 14:59:03 GMT -5
Durriken landed with a semi loud thud and snapping of trigs as his dragon boots hit the ground. Good thing was that his feet were unharmed which wouldn’t have been the case if he was going bare footed. Durriken sent a thought to his cards and the rest of the cards that were out of their box dropped their spell and went back into.
“Lets see what the cards say, they should tell us pretty accurately if this is the right person, though they aren’t the best at seeing the little things.”
He pulled out two more cards from his deck. The World, which would find a lost object, and Justice, which removes lies from truth. Putting the two cards together he let go of them. The cards floated in place, just at face level, back to back, and rotated, showing each person one card at a time as it turned.
“Cards of the tarot, with your infinite eye, is the person we seek down the path we are about to follow?” he asked.
The cards began to spin quickly, their images blurred. If the cards stopped on The World, they were down the right path. If it stopped on Justice they didn’t, and for some odd reason it stopped on its side the duo were on their own.
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Post by baha on Apr 23, 2007 15:07:30 GMT -5
The cards stopped spinning on their side, marking an unforseeable path. The rustling of the woods grew louder as the frantic footsteps of the four faded into the distance.
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Post by dain on Apr 23, 2007 15:40:59 GMT -5
Dain sighed as he looked over at Durriken and ushered the gypsy onto the eastern path.
"Come on, the person who fits the description went this way. Thick robes, dark hair." Dain explained as he went past Durriken and started into a fleeting run. THey needed to catch up with the culprit, and quick.
"With haste!"
Immediately, Dain burst into a newfound speed as Necro'yondul carved the air itself. If Dain were to reach this thief, he most likely go in with an aerial slash and completely slice in hlaf the woman. He hadn't gotten hold of a dai-katana in a while, and was quite eager to use it. His white robes went in a flurry as he ran, not slowing him down a fraction.
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Post by ±Witchcraft± on Apr 23, 2007 16:29:14 GMT -5
Durriken nodded, taking The Chariot from his deck. With the super speed he used it only at half strength and kept pass with Dain as he ran. The landscape zipped past as a white blur as they ran. Durriken’s boots made dragon shape footprints as he ran, which would surely confuse anyone who would later come down the path with a two legged dragon.
Durriken stared ahead, happy to not have to worry about how long he ran or how fast he ran with his bare feet. The boots were working like a charm and he couldn’t wait to give someone a good high speed kick with them.
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Whiteshadow
Junior
Student - Crow[M:-2180][M:-2390]
It's hard to hold a candle, in the Cold November Rain
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Post by Whiteshadow on Apr 23, 2007 17:05:15 GMT -5
(( Crow has allways been able to use it. First master class he learned it more, I may have forgot to mention it. If you could pull up some of my old posts, but anyways, he can use it. I really wanted to be in this Roleplay, but apperently Dain is way to good for anybody. I thought we could keep peace, I asked too, but you apperently are way too dence. I may come back it later, but you really need to cool off. ))
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Post by baha on Apr 23, 2007 17:19:18 GMT -5
(( You can move water, that's it. ))
The thief turned, her dark eyes widening in surprise. She turned a corner swiftly- and vanished. Footsteps trailed far off into the distance at an overwhelming speed, though they certainly did not look human...
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Post by dain on Apr 24, 2007 13:56:24 GMT -5
Dain saw Durriken go past him in a flash of wind as he smiled deviously, and disappeared from view. Soon, however, he was seen again in a not-so-likely place. He was ahead of Durriken as he jumped in short leaps, disappearing then reappearing in quick bolts of speed. He jumped off the titanium walls sideways, and diagonally at times. He caught sight of the thief and snickered as he drew Necro'yondul forth, black mist seeping from the blade like the last breath of the thief ahead. Though, what troubled him was the footprints left behind. The description of the thief could have been wrong, because this was the only person int he running group with dark hair and thick robes. Though, right now Dain did not value what the person looked like. He'd rather run her...or it, through.
Durriken, I've got her in sight. I will make my move. Dain alerted Durriken telepathically.
With a might leap into the sky, the assassin burst through the resistance of the wind and landed with an earth-shattering thud as he slashed Necro'yondul longways in front of the running thief, blocking off her way.
"Move and be cut down where you stand," He threatened her, holding Necro'yondul in an old feudal era type of technique, the blade appearing to cut his face into two symmetrical pieces.
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Post by ±Witchcraft± on Apr 24, 2007 15:49:28 GMT -5
Durriken grinned as he kicked his speed into full blast. He could never really run this fast before in his life since it would rip the skin right off his feet. He watched as the trees turned into a large wall of white as he ran past them. When he guessed he was coming up on the person he skidded to a halt an extra 30 seconds before he usually would.
Durriken skidded for a good 30 feet from the speed, leaving a giant gash mark in the forest ground that was slightly smoking. He skidded to a stop just a bit behind the women, and he stood across from Dain. Behind him there was a spray of dirt and debris, some of it pretty big from when he stopped.
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Post by baha on Apr 26, 2007 15:25:08 GMT -5
Yet the female kept running. She continued to gather speed as she ran towards a rather tall white, rocky structure. It seemed to reach to the sky, shooting past 50 feet, and was at least 30 feet wide. Her speed was almost impossible now, by far besting Durriken's amazing speed and Dain's unbeatable agility, until she was gone completely. The stone stood innocently, a small opening reaching about 4 feet tall, drawing deeper into the rock.
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Post by ±Witchcraft± on Apr 28, 2007 16:42:58 GMT -5
Durriken ran at his normal pace up to the doorway of the tower. He looked around seeing if there were any signs seeing if the women went down there. As he looked around he looked strangely at the runes around the door. Something in his gut told him not to trust them, they seemed to pulse with negative energy.
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Post by baha on Apr 28, 2007 16:59:56 GMT -5
The small entrance to the stone remained quietly in front of Durriken. If anything was cast on it, it certainly was not showing.
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Post by dain on Apr 28, 2007 16:59:57 GMT -5
Dain reached to be beside Durriken and didn't take one glance at the runes as he touched them, not at all phased energy.
"Jous uns'aa dosst yorn." Dain encanted as he moved his fingers over the runes. He had made a command over the negative energy to show what they were used for, and at that, disengage. He looked to Durriken and nodded.
"Guard yourself, Durriken."
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Post by ±Witchcraft± on Apr 28, 2007 17:14:51 GMT -5
Durriken nodded and kept the signal to his shield cards strong. If there was any danger he could quickly raise a shield to protect himself and if he was close enough, Dain as well. His eyes darted around, keeping all his senses opened as he slowly took the first few steps into the tower through the doorway.
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Post by baha on Apr 28, 2007 18:25:31 GMT -5
The room was pleasant, and clean. It was filled with many books of ancient natures and short, melted candlesticks. Piles of books stood on the floor, and the walls were covered with them from top to bottom. In the very center of the room was the beginning of a brown circular staircase, leading high to a small platform near the ceiling. A mahogany desk sat at the side, covered with papers. Behind was a comfortable fireplace, the flames flickering pleasantly. A man sat on the floor in front of the fire, levitating a foot off the ground. Behind him, a dark-coated wolf sat, her dark eyes sparkling.
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