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Post by Creator on Dec 5, 2007 22:22:04 GMT -5
"I've no need to kill either of them, or I would have done so," he replied without missing a beat. "I don't aim for death, merely control, which is what I have at the moment." A moment later, Berstunic seemingly appeared from the shadows near Dimor, watching him. "Well, he's strange looking, I'll give him that." "Bring him here." The little amphiptere flew up in front of Dimor, not turning around as he assumed he would know what he was meant to do. Damon returned to talking to Dimor. "Of course, I'd have no problem if you wanted to, but for now, I have no reason to." The quicksand faded into a lighter purple, actually flowing up the earth that held Rei and onto her. As each layer solidified, a new one flowed over it, gradually encasing her as well as the earth.
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Post by demonfire on Dec 6, 2007 15:50:41 GMT -5
The ground is coming up, echoed a soul from Kensei as soon as the goop started coming up and trying to solidify. Telekinetic energies wrapped themselves around Rei and Estrik, pushing apart the solidifying ground and pushed the two upward, out of it. Seeing is believing...not really. He could sense Damon, he wasn't particularly good at hiding, but an overpowering part of him wanted to have some 'fun' with this. And then, the perfect thought came through his mind, if the rat didn't want to come out, then Estrik was going to smoke him out. "Rei, I'll need you to start a fire in the forest, and if you can't do that, then just give me Uindo for a moment," Estrik said to her.
The thing about control was that you never truly have it, it was an abstract thought created unreachable by the flaws of humanity. And everyone knows what happens when someone tries to take control. Anarchy. Eventually, it would happen, as sure as the breathing.
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Post by Creator on Dec 6, 2007 16:50:23 GMT -5
Damon was good at hiding. ((LOL @ direct contradiction)) His laughter echoed from just outside Estrik's ear, this time having a more giddy tone. "Come on then. Attack me. So far you're just waiting around for me to come out. Well, good luck. I have no need to come out to fight the two of you. Perhaps if you were to give me some reason to, I'd give you more of a chance. But in the meantime, I'll stick to keeping you on the run. Have you even figured out where I am yet?"
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Post by [red].Raven on Dec 7, 2007 15:45:29 GMT -5
Rei gasped when the layers began to envelope her, but felt very relieved when Estrik intervened. Wings beating vigorously to pull safely away from the earth, Rei scanned the surrounding area. 'I didn't know he could control eart-' But then, she saw the second form of someone's body heat. 'Estrik... there's someone else here now...' Without taking her eyes off the new figure, Rei simply dropped Uindo and let the blade hover within a weak zephyr in front of Estrik. 'Here...'
Dimor's white gaze locked onto Berstunic, but he made no move to follow. He wouldn't be summoned by a puny creature and some boy. Without another sound, the earthen funnel that had previously encased the Seer and Shape-shifter crumbled lifelessly to the ground. 'Perhaps it was not worth coming here after all' Now standing on his branch, Dimor's eyes traveled in Damon's general direction once before focusing uninterestedly onto Estrik and Rei. "If you must fight for control, it means you never had any to begin with."
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Post by demonfire on Dec 7, 2007 16:18:27 GMT -5
((Pwned via Dimor! Lol))
"Yeah, I knew about him. He seems a little cocky, but not hostile towards us. If anything, he hates Damon more than us now," Estrik said as he caught Uindo. "Cover me," Estrik said to Rei as he repeated his previous descending act as he slipped out of Rei's grasp.
He landed next to a tree and swung the now transparent Kensei through it, causing it to rot and decay within seconds. Now, remember children, don't try this at home unless accompanied by a blind schizophrenic child. Estrik began to violently bang the two weapons together, throwing sparks unto the tree. A slight Zephyr emanated from Uindo, adding literal fuel to the fire. Soon, after a mountain of sparks were poured upon the tree as well as much wind, it lit. Next door to the auto trough, Estrik slashed through that tree, and the next tree, and the next tree, and the tree behind that, giving a large amount of energy to the fire.
As tree after tree went up in crimson flames, Estrik pulled the bandanna that was around his eyes down to cover his face as a makeshift gas mask, using the fibers of said object to attract the harmful toxins in the air to the bandanna's fibers as opposed to his lungs.
Estrik cut off the sleeve of his own shirt, then he cut it down the middle once more to make it just one long piece of fabric. He put one end onto Uindo, and soon it was shot up to Rei; it wasn't sent up in harmful way, just rushed. "Might want to cover your face with something. I don't think too much smoke inhalation is a good thing," he said to Rei.
High up in the sky was the silhouette of Ryumizu. The water dragon stared down at the scene from above, watching it with interest. First of all, he had been summoned by Estrik for who knows what, and now there was a forest fire in the infancy of destruction. "So, you call me over here to put out a science project gone wrong?" Ryumizu said to Estrik.
"Something like that. Just look for the opening, your job is to take out his little dragon thing," Estrik responded, sending Ryumizu what the image he 'saw' was, and Ryumizu nodded in agreement, even though no one could see it. The dragon just floated above, waiting for one wrong move to swoop in and clean up.
Would you lookee here? I'm so proud, my little boy has grown up to be just like his master, a lover of the pyrotechnic arts, Croatoan said.
First of all, unlike you I've got the fire under control. Second of all, fire isn't an art. And third of all, call yourself your master again and the world is going to know your weakness. I don't even know why I've kept it bottled up for so long. Estrik retorted.
Why? It's because somewhere deep in your soul is me, as is vice-versa. I am the thorn in your side that brings you pain and joy. I am the puppet master that pulls your strings behind the scarlet curtain. I am the urge of the flesh. I am Sin, m'boy, as are all demons. Sin incarnate. And what are you? Just an apprentice to the tainted art of Sin, with me as your master. You love and hate me, and you shall be punished in hellfire for it. I mean, what are you doing now? Exacting revenge. Wrath, as it is called by those Catholic nut-jobs, but a Deadly Sin nonetheless, Croatoan said in a rather long monologue. He went to a serious tone, as if this were the fate destined for the boy. It might be, a life of darkness and doom were what awaited the vessels of the demon. Even some things Estrik could not predict, no matter how hard he tried.
Estrik remained silent. What he had been told was true, every choice in his life had been impacted by Croatoan, no matter how small or large it may be. And he blamed the demon for it. It was the source of all his misery and hate. It wasn't Damon who was the true source of anger in his heart, no matter how much he tried to convince himself so. It was his conscience, his mind, his soul. It was his demon.
((Uber post. I guess I just felt the need, lol. *Stabs long post*))
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Post by Creator on Dec 7, 2007 17:01:05 GMT -5
The sound of Damon panting moved through the trees; he was apparently trying to find some method of escape. Meanwhile, Berstunic landed in a tree a safe distance from the spreading flames. He had doubted Dimor would follow, but was rather relieved. Now he could sit back and watch, at least until Damon needed him again. The amphiptere faded to black and vanished into the shadows.
Meanwhile, Damon was flashing back to chemistry class at his old school. The fire was spreading, but perhaps he could make that a weapon in itself. He focused, and after a moment purple baseball-sized stones began falling from the air around the fire. But despite the falling air, more air moved in too quickly for his idea to work. The stones released, sending out a gust of wind that fed the fire. "So much for carbon monoxide," he thought. That would take some more thinking, and probably a lot more technique rather than force. He could always turn all of the surrounding air solid, but that would never hold up. Ten to one, it would just explode when the fire touched it. He wasn't entirely sure, but it wasn't worth finding out. Inside his mind, he began playing a familiar tune, simply for the irony. He released his guard slightly, letting only the song become readable in his mind. "I fell into a burning ring of fire. I went down, down, down, And the flames went higher. And it burns, burns, burns... The ring of fire... The ring of fire..."
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Post by [red].Raven on Dec 7, 2007 21:24:51 GMT -5
(( lol >3 Awesome song, Damon, by the way))
Nodding, Rei made slow circles around the area, watching Estrik very carefully and the things surrounding him. It didn't take long for her to figure out what he was doing. 'Clever...' It wasn't long after the smoke began to rise that her altitude would not be good; soon the smoke would envelope her completely. She was grateful when Uindo returned to her and she quickly tied the cloth around her mouth. 'Thanks' Rei could also use Uindo to clear some of the smoke away from her general area, but she decreased her altitude none-the-less. 'I can hear him...'
The flames eventually licked at Dimor's branch form another tree, but he still made no attempt to move form his position. The fire consumed his branch entirely, but again, he didn't move. Dimor was standing in fire- very hot fire- and didn't seemed to notice. A ring on his finger glowed a dull red color and upon closer inspection, one could see that the flames never really touched him, nor did their heat. 'The child knows of strategy' he commented mentally and with total lack of any sort of compliment to his tone. It was a statement, not praise.
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Post by demonfire on Dec 7, 2007 21:38:27 GMT -5
"Ring of Fire is too cliched for a time like this, m'boy," Estrik said with a sinister tone in his voice. Maybe the light at the end of the tunnel was hellfire, but right now, that hellfire burned for another. And Estrik was determined to feed them right now, despite the recognition that had happened just moments ago. The hate had consumed his better side for the time being, God knows if he would return to as normal as he could get.
Estrik got a quick flash of the future. A blue, lightning-shaped bolt shot out from his finger, heading towards a projected path for Damon. Of course, there's no telling how it would change when a new variable was introduced into the equation, but it was as good as it gets.
Afterwards, Estrik was moving around, trying not to breathe in too deeply but not trying to stay in one place for too long. The strategy was a double-edged sword, but Estrik had the only fire extinguisher. He was in as much control as you could be. "Oh, how the tables have turned."
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Post by Creator on Dec 7, 2007 22:21:48 GMT -5
((I can't tell if the lightning was in the vision, or after it, but if it was in it, disregard this first line. xD)) The lighting passed through air, though Damon next spoke from an entirely new position, far to the left. "Oh, have they now? It seems to me you're on a wild goose chase. But tell you what, you can keep trying to kill something that isn't there." The ground behind Estrik turned into goo and rose up, solidifying as Damon. He now spoke from his true position. "And I'll keep having a ball. By the way, you've still got eight lives to go if you want to get rid of me." He snickered, holding his arms out, open, to show that he held no weapons. "You're still just wasting your energy."
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Post by [red].Raven on Dec 8, 2007 1:10:53 GMT -5
((Don said he wouldn't be back for a day or two, and asked that we didn't go too far with this ^^))
Narrowing her eyes to fight against distorted vision, Rei circled above the ongoing scene. Her keen hearing was able to ensnare most pieces of the one-sided conversation. 'Eight more lives...?' Wonderful. Just the thing she wanted to hear [/sarcasm]. Estrik had told her to cover him, and she would do just that... but she hated leaving him down there. Yay for long distance projectiles! Without another thought on the matter, Rei whipped Uindo in a wide arc down toward Damon. Hopefully surprise was on her side; Damon was 'real' right now, and the thick smoke would conceal the speeding dagger for most of its flight. Uindo spun rapidly and streaked toward Damon's back, propelled by a strong wind funnel surrounding the blade. Eight lives; let's try and make it seven.
Something Damon said had also caught Dimor's scrutiny. Eight lives. What did that mean? Odd, but it didn't matter. Small twitches danced on the very tips of the Elementalist's fingers. He wanted to simply intervene and do things his own way in the battle; the Damon danced around the main conflict annoyed him. Don't play, get things done. But, because he knew things would be much harder for him if he were to kill other students right now, Dimor held his position and stuck to watching disinterestedly.
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Post by demonfire on Dec 9, 2007 19:41:34 GMT -5
"Let's make that six, shall we?" Estrik said, as he spit upon Damon, and took a quick slice of the sword through Damon the opposite way of Uindo. Up in the air, Ryumizu shot a small stream of water in front of it, and then traveled through it and disappeared. Where the spit was, the small puddle of saliva expanded as a dragon flying with serpentine movements came through. This little dragon being Ryumizu. Estrik now longed for that carmine nectar to dance out of his pores; whenever Estrik came to a revelation about something, it seemed to send him spiraling deeper and deeper into this homicidal state.
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Post by Creator on Dec 9, 2007 21:23:30 GMT -5
Damon grinned, erupting in a puff of smoke before the spit had a chance to make contact. His voice still spoke from his former position. "Goodness me, you're going to a lot of trouble here, aren't you? I hope you know I've only used a small percentage of the tricks up my sleeves, and I'm thinking up more with every life. I gain knowledge of the skills the two of you possess, as well as your weak points, every time you kill me." His laughter echoed from several different places around the two of them. "I have with me a coffin for each of you, but you're supplying the nails." A line of flames streaked through the unburned trees, leaving a line of burning slash marks at waist level. Then the leaves began to combust, burning away quickly and leaving only semi-burned branches behind. Damon was beginning to feel the effects of the negative energy he had been infused with. He burst into smoke and streamed into the sky, pulling more and more air into his cloud and choking his own flames.
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Post by [red].Raven on Dec 11, 2007 23:12:04 GMT -5
((lol FINE! I'll do it xD))
Clenching her jaw when both attacks seemingly failed, Rei summoned- without doing much more than thinking about it- Uindo back to her. 'This is getting us nowhere' It was obvious the situation needed a different approach, but just what was that approach? When Damon took to the air, Rei dove for the ground and alighted skillfully beside Estrik. 'All this fighting... even if we've avoided any major mistakes, we're still not getting anywhere with anything we do...' Her eyes scanned the overhanging cloud anxiously. 'We're missing something...'
The tree Dimor stood in was one of the many that succumbed to the fire. The Drow leaped nimbly to the ground, making no noise, as was his nature. The flames around him suddenly became infected with darkness and turned black. The trees they were burning began to slowly die, unnoticeably from the inside out. It wouldn't be long until they wilted away. Hey, if he wasn't going to kill the children before him, he'd need something else to kill while he watched.
((I now find it funny that Estrik is actually statistically stronger than Damon >3 bwar))
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Post by demonfire on Dec 12, 2007 15:16:26 GMT -5
((Lol, I don't even watch the level indicator much, XD))
"Oh wait, I see what this is now! Too much of a pansy to fight like a real man, huh? Can't even fight in a good old fashioned street brawl," Estrik said, patting down on his arms as if to show off his muscles. "Rei, I'm going to need you to be as annoying to him as possible. Let's try something a little unorthodox," Estrik said to Rei. "And seriously, y'know metaphors don't really make you sound smarter. I mean, it would have been better and more blunt to just say 'I'm going to kill you!' then to have gone through the excess thought process. I guess you haven't gotten that one down quite yet, do ya?" he asked tauntingly. Thought process: some ATP. Speech to say said thoughts: Some more ATP. Watching a mortal enemy get pissed off: priceless.
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Post by Creator on Dec 12, 2007 17:13:29 GMT -5
((We's da same level. =P)) "Is that really what you think?" he asked, along with a slight laugh. "Because, judging by the fact that you're starting up a sudden wave of trash talk, I'd say you're trying to draw me out. It was a nice idea, but you're far too obvious to pull it off." He laughed again, the ground next to Estrik liquifying and rising into the vague shape of Damon's body. "We're looking at this from different angles. You're seeing it as Street Fighter, I'm seeing it as Chess."
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