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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Jul 11, 2008 16:20:36 GMT -5
Eithne's eyes went wide as she was charged by Thomas, "Leave me the hell alone!" she shouted angrily, she avoided Thomas' gaze, she was smart enough to do that. She kept her eyes to the ground as she ran towards Thomas, swinging Aurora for a high attack first and then twisting the grip on the weapon and then the angle turned so she could make another attack with an angled downward slice. Her foot slid over the ground and she moved to Thomas' left, repeating the attack.
The man narrowed his eyes, the weapons cutting into his shoulder and waist, 'DAMN IT!' he thought to himself, running towards Eithne and Thomas, "Issac! Get your fucking ass over here! NOW!" the telepathic message was angry, very angry. Frantic as well. "Thomas! I swear to God if you touch her I will send you to Hell myself!" he threatened darkly, making good time getting to the two despite the thickened gravity and he sliced at Thomas angrily, "You stay the fuck away." he began to pick up speed and power with the slicing attacks, the current anger building up was too much and he shoved Eithne out of the way, placing himself between the two.
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Post by Man of Many Murders on Jul 14, 2008 19:09:20 GMT -5
A small sigh escaped Thomas. He was getting very tired of this whole ‘Leave me alone’ crap. He understood that Eithne needed her space and good things always came to those who wait. But it was just so hard. All the things he knew that was going to happen or should happen, was all going to change. And now that Thomas thought about it, it was a single persons fault. It had been his fault ever since that someone decided to go back in time cause he couldn’t ‘handle’ the current present. Thomas decided it was time he did something about it. With annoyance Thomas watched Eithne’s blade enter the yellow color smoke. Even though on the outside the blade appeared to move at normal speed, to Thomas in the yellow colored smoke it moved very slow and he was easily able to dodge it. Thomas was about to return an attack when another blade entered his yellow fortress of wickedness. And yes to him it was a fortress of wickedness. Thomas had sort of ignored the mans words as the blade moved much faster then he anticipated. And in that error the blade cut his right shoulder. It moved swiftly through part of his shoulder as Thomas backed away from the man the yellow smoke turning a blue very quickly as he retreaded, then turned back yellow again once he had gained control of his self. Through the yellow smoke one could easily see the look of hatred and agitation.
Issac responded to the man just before his blade struck Thomas. ”Ya ya don’t get your panties... I mean boxers in a bunch.” He said telepathically to the man. As Thomas retreated Issac made his move three knifes in each hand their blade in-between his fingers. Issac leaped over the man and Eithne, moving gracefully, and using all the force he could muster, sent the blades at Thomas with amazing speed. As the blades left his hand a dagger formed in them anticipating Thomas’s move.
Thomas leaped into the air to dodging the blades that Issac threw. As he leaped into the air with the same grace as Issac had, two blades formed in his right and left hand. The blades themselves curved backwards towards the arm. The hilt of the blade was grabbed in a fist and was small enough to fit in the palm. Only one side of the curved blade was sharp to make sure that the wielder was not harmed as well. With the two in the air the look of hatred and agitation left Thomas’s face as a smile formed. Finally he was going to finish off the weakling responsible for ruining his old past. As Issac slashed outward his blade was meet with nothing but air as the Thomas in front of him vanished into dust as the real Thomas came from behind. He had no blades in his hands, for he did not need them. His arm entered into Issac’s body and pulled out swiftly. Issac landed on the ground a large hole in his chest, while Thomas landed in front of both Eithne and the man his back towards them.. “Nighty night.” He said as he turned his body just enough for Eithne and the man to see what was in his hand. The evil grin never left his face as he looked at the two. In his hands was Issac’s heart.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Jul 18, 2008 23:47:11 GMT -5
"Bastard!" Eithne let her anger be visible, gripping Aurora tighter in her grasp and she ran at Thomas, "I'll tear you to shreds!" she shouted through gritted teeth, her speed increasing as well as the strength and fluency in every movement. Her eyes shooting daggers at Thomas, "Why?" she shouted, "Why!?" she repeated the words, sweeping Aurora at Thomas madly, blindly fighting with every breath she took being used to kill Thomas, she hated him, hated him so much. The small vampiress darting around nimbly and ferociously with energy that seemed to never end. She was getting more and more reckless with her fighting and was starting to forget the essentials and was just fighting for maximum damage per attack, protecting herself wasn't an issue right now- she just had to destroy Thomas. Issac did nothing wrong, Issac was someone who actually had some kind of purpose and was remotely pleasant to be around and now he was dead, the body lifeless on the ground.
"Eithne! No!" the man shouted, a hand shooting out and daggers flew out to not hit Eithne but to get her to back off. He headed into the fight with the sole purpose to end it, "Don't you dare place a single hand on her!" the man warned, anger tinged with a bit of fear for what could... or would happen.
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Post by Man of Many Murders on Jul 21, 2008 19:04:30 GMT -5
Eldier let out a shout of disbelief and anger. All of the work he had done preserving Cowl's body in hopes that one day they would retrieve it from Issac and Thomas's body was pushed down the drain. With the death of Issac all of that work went to waste. Now he had no idea what would happen to half of Cowl's soul. Surely it could not pass on for it was split in half. Just what would happen to the half of soul. That was the real question. Eldier knew he did not stand a chance against any of these people fighting. He was in deep anger. he could not let Eithne kill Thomas for the reason that Thomas harbored the last half of Cowl's soul. As he watched the events he did nothing. He could do nothing at the moment.
Thomas spoke as she charged towards him. "Now Eithne there is no need to get angry. After all if I had not killed him he would have killed me." He said the second sentence with a small grin that showed how humorous he found this entire situation. Eithne, blinded by her emotions, swung at Thomas with aroura madly. But as the first strike came it encountered an icicle of ice in the shape of a rod. The blade struck the icicle smashing it but as she began to strike again another took its place. Each strike was met with an icicle appearing the air as if by magic. As she continued an icicle in the shape of a spike appeared behind her in the air and flew towards her side attempting to strike her in the side. As this event happened the man threw daggers at Eithne to get her to fall back. Thomas used the confusion to look to the steps. Standing in front of them was a woman wearing a black cloak with a number 2 on it. The hood to her cloak had been pulled back revealing her face and gender. Her face was that of an appeal that would attract any man. With long blue colored hair and emerald colored eyes with blue eye shadow. Ice crystals had formed on her face but only acted to her beauty. Immediately recognizing her arrival Thomas retreated to her side on one knee facing her. He spoke his head bowed as if he stood before royalty. "Mistress Winter.... For what reason do you come here? I assure you I have everything in control."
'Mistress Winter' lips separated her voice a perfect tone in elegance, "Do not test me subordinate." she said the word harshly, but the tone of her voice did not change, showing him just what she thought of the way she just spoke to him. "It matters not if you share my bedside. You are my subordinate and shall remain as one." The female walked towards Eithne and the man. Every time she took a step forward the ground she touched turned to ice. "It is good to see you Eithne..." She paused. "Ah that's right! This is your first time seeing me. Well then let me introduce myself. I am Number 2, Nevva Winter."
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Jul 21, 2008 19:28:19 GMT -5
"Good to see me? Ha! Well I must say that I don't exactly share the sentiments. You and all your little friends- especially your 'subordinate' over there can all burn in hell for all I fucking care." the bite was obvious in her words, she wasn't in the mood to make pleasant talk with the enemy. She spat at the woman, figuring though that it would likely just turn to ice before it met it's mark which would be a shame, it was a rather nice, juicy lugey that deserved to hit the face of this 'Nevva Winter' chick. "You're all a nuisance." she growled.
The man walked to Eithne's side, "You're not helping yourself... calm down." he warned telepathically, not wanting Eithne to mess up and make things more difficult than need be. He looked towards Thomas and then to Nevva Winter with a purely diplomatic expression on his face, making one assume he had a marvelously good talent at poker, none of his thinking was betrayed by his face. There was nothing kind or welcoming but it wasn't dark or forbidding either. "Miss Winter, I believe that there was a state of business here, if you'd please state your reason for being here if you're able to release such information so that I can please do whatever it is I have to do in order to stop you and this manic cycle of life can continue itself?" The man said with a slight hint in his tone that he was joking, generally it was all business though. He was the kind of person that it almost seemed you had to like even if he was your enemy.
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Post by Man of Many Murders on Jul 22, 2008 18:19:36 GMT -5
The look of fear on Thomas's face from the word subordinate quickly faded with Eithne's reply. Thomas had gotten off his knees as his eyes glared at Eithne. "How dare you talk to Mistress Winter in such a manner!" He told her taking a step forward. Thomas was completly outraged by Eithne's manner and actions. Thomas did not care how much he loved her no one could do something such as spit at his mistress without getting punished. So when the spit turned to ice before it could reach Nevva Winter Thomas pleaded. "Please forgive her Mistress... She is nothing more then a young fool. You see she is not from this time and..." Thomas's words were brought to a halt as Nevva Winter placed a finger on Thomas's lips as if telling him to say no more. And as her finger touched his lips the lips themselves were frozen in ice.
"Hush." She order to Thomas. Nevva Winter turned her attention back to Eithne. "I know this is all very confusing to you Miss Eithne... But I am only hear to speak with you. I have no intentions of harm in any way. You may not percisely know this but we have indeed met before under different circumstances. Sadly you would not have recognized my former self then." She said to her until she came to a stop in front of Eithne. She wore a kind innocent smile on her face and turned her eyes to the man. "I have no qurrel with you at the moment. So I ask you to please not turn this into a battle. I am here simply to speak with Eithne. You of all people should already know my intentions."
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Jul 22, 2008 21:52:28 GMT -5
"Well after so long you just get used to the same old dialogue... can't help it and besides- had to say something. It would be a shame if I got out of the swing of things." There was a slight laugh and a shrug as if anything of the current situation was harmless and it was just afternoon tea. Completely calm and cool. He placed a hand on Eithne's shoulder and continued to keep an attentive eye on every aspect of the situation. The future could change and he wasn't one to bet that everything was the same and considering who he was, such a belief wasn't exactly unreasonable.
Eithne looked untrustingly towards her future self (whom was disguised as a man, oddly enough) before looking towards Thomas, "You'd be better off worrying more about yourself than me because I'm going to kill you sooner or later- I swear it." she growled to him telepathically, she was pretty obviously quite angry with Thomas and the guy's general existance. She crossed her arms over her chest and turned her gaze to Nevva, "So shoot- what is it?" she asked, tilting her head to the side a bit, obviously quite the obstinate person and despite how apparently someone would really not want to bother this 'Nevva Winter' lady... she didn't seem to care much, she was probably pretty sure she could beat this woman from Beijing to Saigon.
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Post by Man of Many Murders on Aug 6, 2008 19:24:14 GMT -5
Thomas glared at Eithne with the telepathic message she sent him. She just did not appreciate his love for her. That was the only explanation he came up with that would fit for a reason why she would hate him so much. Thomas knew deep inside that she loved him even if she did not realize it just yet. But that was ok because Thomas knew he could wait. He would take the chance when it came and then they would be together. That was if he didn't screw up the past anymore then he hoped. There were some secrets not even he could reveal to her just yet. He was sure that all wold be different as soon as that boy was out of the way, which would be soon. Thomas turned his attention back to Misses Winter and Eithne. He was excited to see how this would play out.
Nevva Winter smiled as she raised her hand wanting to touch the side of Eithne's face as one who cared deeply about someone would. "Circumstances were so much better then..." She paused in deep thought of ancient times. "You must understand that if it were up to me this never would have happened. But the fact is that it had. Under different circumstances I'm sure this conversation would be much different. I want you to know dear that in my heart I have much affection for you. No one besides you could deal with all of the things that son of my has thrown you into. That is why in the end I am sure you will survive all this mad mess." Nevva Winter turned to the man then nodding to him. She did so for only he would know that her last sentence would be true. She then spoke directly to him, "When the time comes for the battles to take place, I hope that you have enough smarts to leave before something happens to you..." She then paused waiting for Eithne and the man to respond.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Aug 7, 2008 1:45:15 GMT -5
"Listen, woman- if this 'affection' means the same rapist intent as Thomas over there than I'll tell you already that I'm not interested in some kind of lesbian relationship with you, though if it means that you're willing to help me, you can go ahead and kill yourself and make sure you kill Thomas too... that'd be a real big favor, thanks." Eithne's barriers against people kinda rose quickly when someone associated a positive emotion with herself. She didn't like this Nevva Winter stranger, and they were on the same side of Thomas which rather made the whole situation worse.
The man pinched the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger, a bit of a smirk on his face, "Eithne, you're going to have to first lighten up a bit if you're going to get anywhere." He then looked towards Nevva, "And I'm sure she'll come to appreciate your bit of advice in the future, even if she might not choose to listen to it." he nodded, all cordiality meant in his tone and then he looked over towards Thomas, "And you, is there anything you'd like to say before you must leave, or did you arrive simply to gawk at young miss Eithne?" He said with it obviously being a joke though you could tell that from the slightest and smallest edge in his tone that if Thomas veered too far from gawking or talking then there would be a rather large dissagreement between the man and Thomas.
"Why do you even bother with him?" Eithne half growled to her future self, obviously not seeing why Thomas was necessary, "You can kill him whenever you want- so why don't you?" she asked, annoyed in her tone.
"You be careful what you say in certain company." Eithne was warned, knowing that there were people who could certainly slip through the mental barriers of his younger self completely unnoticed. The man obviously wasn't too pleased with Eithne's grumbling and the truth was that he wouldn't kill Thomas or anyone he knew would have something to do inside the past before whatever they had to do was done... because he had no clue how it would effect the future. He'd bothered with ridding each problem as they came to it and no sooner.
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Post by Man of Many Murders on Aug 14, 2008 19:18:10 GMT -5
Thomas glared at Eithne. She was getting out of hand with her comments. He could not just sit by and watch Eithne throw out words as if they meant nothing. She had no real clue just how powerful this woman was. So out of his crazy realism he decided to punish Eithne before Mistress Winter could. That way he could make sure she did not receive to much punishment for her foul mouth. Using the fog around him as cover he swiftly moved in front of Eithne his hand stretched out to slap her face. He would do it hard enough to leave a mark.
At the same time Thomas rose his hand to slap Eithne, Nevva placed her hand on Thomas's arm. When she did this she spoke to Eithne barely noticing the fact that Thomas's arm froze in place covered with ice like an icicle. "I would never want anything like that Miss Eithne. You are destined for Cowl and I would want nothing more then to see you two happy. That is what a mother wants for her son." She paused then turning her attention to Thomas who had stepped out of her way. "Thomas retreat to the base. You were told not to come here if I recall. I will treat your injury when I return back to the base. If you decide to ignore my order, which you have a tendency to do, I will inform my husband of your actions." A deadly look came over Thomas's face at the mention of the word 'husband'. He automatically went to one knee and retreated swiftly from their presence. Nevva Winter then turned to the man growing tired of his cockiness. "Don't you have anything better to do then stay here?"
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Aug 18, 2008 12:16:54 GMT -5
Now, now- let's not get hasty and call it cockiness. He was congenial, even to people he might have not been too overly fond of, if he was cocky there would be a completely different feeling about him- this man was just being a generally all around good guy, really. One hand on Eithne's shoulder and his poise was defensive. "Cleared my schedule in all honesty. Couldn't wait to be here." He said with a shrug, "Though if it's a problem then I could possibly leave." he said, perfectly aware that a fight right now wasn't the best thing to do.
Eithne frowned, looking from Nevva to the man, she didn't like this- she was perfectly aware that she was likely to be the weakest person present and she wasn't used to that, she was used to being able to kick everyone's asses. She crossed her arms over her chest and waited for whatever was to happen to unfold and honestly she really didn't want her future self to leave, her future self was the only thing she had right now that would likely help considerably in a fight and perhaps give her a chance.
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Post by Man of Many Murders on Aug 18, 2008 12:56:10 GMT -5
Nevva sighed as she turned from the man and walked over to the container holding Cowl's soulless body. She placed her hand on it and instantly ice began to crawl up the container freezing it inside and out. "You may do what you wish." She said speaking to the future Eithne. It was time for their meeting to cut short. She would give Eithne what she needed to know before Nevva would end the meeting. Once Cowl was frozen in ice she said, "Ice is a better preserver then what ever liquid he was held in. Eithne I will tell you what you need to know from this meeting and then it will be time to return you to your proper time." Nevva shut her eyes and a light blue mist surrounded them all. "Now that our words are safe I will tell you. When you return you will have a manner of twenty days to prepare for the incident. On that day you will face the hardship of watching this boy release the eight symbols." Nevva eyed the future Eithne as to confirm that she knew this was true.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Aug 18, 2008 22:48:59 GMT -5
Eithne didn't have to look to her future self for any confirmation, "Yes, I'm sure that it'll be positively heartbreaking." she said sarcastically, rolling her eyes, "Now is there anything else you wish to divulge that might be of particular interest to me?" the words rolled musically off her tongue as if she still didn't have a worry in the world, the future Eithne wasn't cocky... but 'normal' Eithne certainly was a bit cocky. She seated herself on the ground, finding it too tiresome to stand at the current moment so of course she would sit.
The future Eithne frowned, "Stand up..." he said, a bit annoyed, grabbing Eithne by the arm and dragging her up to stand, a bit annoyed, "Everything that's happening is serious and if you don't take it as serious than you're going to get yourself into deeper shit than you realize- trust me, I know." he warned, his tone quiet and his speaking rushed, almost like a parent whom was fed up and near the breaking point but due to the fact that they were in public, the parent couldn't properly yell at the aggrivating child. Yep, that was Eithne right now, a stubborn, self centered, troublemaking child as far as Future Eithne saw it.
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Post by Man of Many Murders on Aug 19, 2008 17:50:41 GMT -5
Nevva sighed. She could understand why Eithne was not taking this all serious. But the matter of fact was that there were parts of that day that not even Eithne new. Such as the reason why Thomas was there on that day. Yes there were somethings even Nevva Winter did not know. "When you return to your time find someone you can trust. Someone you know that no matter what happens they will do the right thing. And after the incident go to this person. Do not accept help from anyone else but that person. This is the first thing I must tell you." Nevva reached into her cloak and pulled out a small envelope. "Secondly when everyone around you becomes your enemy open this envelope." After Nevva handed the envelope to Eithne she waited for any other responses or questions from Eithne. If not it was about time she was sent home.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Aug 19, 2008 17:59:54 GMT -5
"No offense, lady but it's kinda hard for me to trust much of anyone and I already have more enemies than Hitler in a Jewish Synagogue." she took the envelope and stuffed it into her pocket with an angry sigh, looking towards her future self "Is there anything else I have to do in order to save this dropshit world of ours?" She asked, not too fond of being told over and over what she had to do because she rather figured that she could figure what she was supposed to do when it happened, it would be more of something she'd be comfortable with.
The future Eithne shook his head, "You just need to go home before we mess up time or something dreadful like that... I don't even want to know what would happen if you happened to die in the future." he shook his head with a tired and worrysome expression as he looked towards his past self before looking to Nevva, "Care to do the honors?" he asked, basically offering Nevva to open the time portal so that Eithne could return to the proper time.
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