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Post by Man of Many Murders on Aug 19, 2008 18:58:31 GMT -5
"Then it is good you are leaving." Nevva was growing just a tad tired of Eithne's attitude. No matter how she might think, the way she was saying things showed Nevva that perhaps she did not care. Well she would care when the incident took place. She had no clue just what was going to happen to her. One might consider Eithne was hurt more then Cowl by the fact that she had to live after the incident took place. Nevva tossed the disk into the air and a portal similar to the one from before formed. "Goodbye Eithne..." Those were the only other words she would say to her as she turned to the man. "Now you and I are enemies once again I'm afraid."
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Aug 19, 2008 19:05:11 GMT -5
Eithne walked through the portal curtly, the envelope in her pocket and then she was gone.
"We've been enemies the entire time, I just figured it would be wrong to inturrupt a lady. Everyone would be so dissapointed if I didn't take a chance to take a few swings at you though. I hope you would please forgive me." He said, sliding a few knives out of thier little pockets, "If it were my choice I'd save the fight for another day. Either you can do just that or we can go ahead and have a useless little bout right now." He said, dropping into a defensive stance, deciding he wasn't going to be the one to be aggressive in this fight. He'd rather stay on defence and wait for his opponent to slip up for an attack.
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Post by Man of Many Murders on Aug 19, 2008 19:15:43 GMT -5
Nevva smiled at the future Eithne a sword made of complete ice forming in her hand. "We both now we will not meet our end here. . . But that does not mean we can't have a little fun does it?" She asked him as she held the sword in front of her the tip not pointing towards Eithne rather towards the wall so the blade was horizantal. Nevva stretched her other arm out towards the opposite wall. As she did this the entire room was completely covered in ice including the ground they stood on. She had just made this room into her environment, and now she had complete control of the battle field. Nevva leaped into the air bringing the blade behind her back ready to strike.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Aug 19, 2008 19:55:22 GMT -5
"Yeah, after all these years I guess someone would have to believe that this is all still 'fun'..." he shook his head, eyes looking over the room with a slightly impressed expression, he glided out of the way from the attack, not intending to be decapitated or something of the sort in the near future. His feet slid a bit over the ice as he yawned, looking towards Nevva, keeping himself aware of the room as well, not keeping his feet in one place for too long. "You don't find that this all just gets a bit boring after a while?" he asked, the knives held in his hands and he stayed in his defensive stance, though when he saw Nevva's method of attack he whipped a few knives out- swinging from behind your back added little extra strength to an attack, it was just for show in cartoons. It left Nevva's entire front open to knives and the weapons move with incredible speed from all the training and practice that Eithne had had with them so that Nevva was lucky to move out of the way, her magic would have to save her and there was certainly no lacking of ice in the area, luckily... Eithne opened up the side of her jacket, inside were little bags with red tablets inside and she smiled, looking through them till she pulled out the one with a little white mark on it and she popped two in her mouth, swallowing them readily. The tablets were dried blood and the markings told who's blood it was.... who's powers could be leeched from the tablets. Ice formed on the knives she held.
The future Eithne knew how to make the best of things and after every fight where she drew blood she would gather that blood and save it for later. Nevva should consider herself lucky that the future Eithne wasn't using more powerful blood, like Alysdair's.
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Post by Man of Many Murders on Aug 20, 2008 16:20:29 GMT -5
Nevva was forced to use magic as the knifes flew towards her at amazing speed. Yes indeed Eithne had gotten a lot stronger over the years and faster. But then again so had Nevva. Nevva had fought Eithne more then once, but this was the first time she saw the blood tablets. When the blades had been covered in ice Nevva actually smiled. She was practically the queen of ice. Nevva had one arm free and as she continued forward in the air she used her free hand to add more ice on the blades. That way the blades would become heavier and knock their course off enough away from a vital point. In conclusion the blades hit below the belt line in her thigh, but did not stop her momentum. In reach of the future Eithne she brought the blade forward in a slash. the blade itself increased twice in length, Nevva expecting Eithne to try to dodge the attack.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Aug 23, 2008 9:30:36 GMT -5
Nevva might have had controll over ice but that controll was transferred through her blood- the blood that Eithne had consumed in the tablet- Nevva still had an advantage but not quite as much as before... the gap was being closed. Eithne kept the smile accross her expression, of course she was still assuming the shape of a man- couldn't lower your disguise at any moment. "You're a wonderful fighter, Nevva- but I still don't see the point in this." she said, stepping back and to the left, "Then again... I do know where the pathways to hell are... and if I do recall it's a peice of information you and your eight acquaintances still haven't figured it out yet." he said, obviously having the pathways to hell was a major advantage in the current conflict. She pulled a few knives out, throwing them at Nevva, ice not on the blades themselves this time, but around them, like a frost in the air as Eithne used that to feed force and power into the attack. Eithne still had her cards hidden though, because Nevva had no clue as to who's blood she happened to have with her... and some of the blood she carried was rather powerful, perhaps even more powerful than number nine if it was handled with enough skill. She wouldn't waste it on the current events though... it was to be saved for the future- powerful blood was hard to come by and it usually involved lots of work.
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Post by Man of Many Murders on Aug 24, 2008 18:37:20 GMT -5
Nevva hesitated as Eithne sidestepped the attack and followed up with daggers. There was frost around them this time making control over the knifes minimal. So instead of controlling the knives she resolved in blocking them with her own magic. Using the blade she sliced at each dagger knocking it to the ground. But each time her blade hit the dagger a piece of her blade fell to the ground chipped off where the dagger hit. Nevva put her hands up calling for a halt in their attacks for one another. “Yes we are after that piece of information. . . If you would so happen to give it to us, I am sure even Number Nine himself will show himself to you. I am sure he will give you almost anything or anyone you desire for that piece of information.” Nevva was not aware of what type of blood Eithne had in that pouch of hers. For one thing very few people even knew Nevva as Cowl’s mother and future Eithne just happened to be one of the few. Though also very few even in the Numbers knew exactly who Number Nine actually was.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Sept 4, 2008 9:40:49 GMT -5
"Well, it's a tempting proposition, but I'm going to have to decline." The future Eithne nodded, the blades in his hands seemed to dissapear into his sleeves or something. "What would I ever do if you had everything you needed?" he asked, a slight tilt of the head and a smile showed that the future Eithne was just making pleasant conversation now, "Do you want to continue our little bout or are we done here?" he asked, obviously okay if the fighting was done with for now. He yawned, crossing his arms over his chest as he stood there, awaiting a response either in some kind of verbal recognition or another attack.
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Post by Man of Many Murders on Sept 6, 2008 16:49:07 GMT -5
Nevva did not let the future Eithne's words cloud her. She simply pulled the hood over her head. "Our bout is finished. I worry not to much about your secrets Eithne. . . We shall have what we want one way or another." Nevva's face was hidden by the darkness of the hood, but the blue colored eyes seemed to shine at that moment. Their battle was finished. For now at least. Nevva had many things she had to do. She was not all that worried about Eithne's secrets. "Till we meet again Eithne. . . I fear that the next time I see you things might be slightly different."
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