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Post by Arual on Oct 19, 2007 17:27:57 GMT -5
Cecil's fiery expression of hate to Breen faded from his face, the skin gone pale at one of two things at her words. He knew it wasn't his fault, but he couldn't stand her being like that either. He moved not, only a slight lift of his head changing position to look at her. The expression he had on his face was to wake her up inside against Breen's clamp on her. Cecil's eyes, with their crimson color had a sense of sadness and seriousness in them, his smile and frown not there- just... a straight face. "Suzume, hate me all you want....but you need to realize that they did not do it," the boy began, his heart in a distant emotion to the one displaying presently, "It wasn't anyone's fault- not mine, not their's.....not your own. But, if you want to keep lying to yourself go ahead. If you really want to kill us and you do, then what- hm? It would only make you blame someone else, and then another and another....nothing will make it better if that happens. That scary man you saw, the other one that was with this group.....he's trying to trick you....trick you into thinking that you should kill us." At a pause, his eyes shut in sorrow to gain back his calm features and his mind to get settled again. "Please forgive me if I upset you so much earlier, Suzume...but don't take it out on anyone of those guys for it- if the only reason why is from me. It's not right. You want the truth, I'll tell you- as I've tried to, but only if you're willing to listen to me." Cecil then moved toward Suzume again, now standing in front of her.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Oct 19, 2007 18:03:33 GMT -5
"I miss them so much though, and now they aren't going to come pick me up from here! I don't want to be stuck here! Everyone is sad, or they're fighting! They don't have anything wrong here and there's no Vana, and no Virisea here! No secret policemen... None of that and they're all so sad and I don't know what to do! I can't make them happy, I don't know what the problem is, and I don't know what to do so I won't bother anyone! I hate it here!" she shook her head as she looked towards Cecil, "You're not even happy here, no matter what you're always sad! Is it something I did?" she asked. She didn't exactly get other people and she wondered what everyone's problem could be, everyone seemed unhappy all of the time, but she knew that couldn't be true... then perhaps they were only that way when she was around... she'd been told that she'd killed her parents and she would ask whether or not it was true, because perhaps that's why people were so sad... perhaps... she was confused, as well as a horrible, breaking concoction of fearfulness, mourning, and anger. Children were really not meant to handle this kind of stress.
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Post by Arual on Oct 19, 2007 18:18:58 GMT -5
The older boy shook his head. "That's not it at all, not close Suzume. I'm sad because of what I did to myself, not by any means was or has it been you. You are also not the cause of any of the grief the others feel; however, I cannot stop you from wanting to leave, though I want you to stay. I'm sure I could name a good amount more that would agree with me. I'm happy here, even when I don't look it, because this is my home now, Suzume- I'm an orphan. I have nowhere's else to go, and sometimes I wish I had a moment that I could redo it all again, but if it meant leaving you and the others behind instead of the pain I've gone through....I would take the pain. Good friends don't come often in life and I wouldn't have it any other way. " said the young ninja, his skin pale under the darkening skies. His tone was that of what you could imagine it to be- said though strong. He was pretty forward with it all, but she needed to hear it. His body trembled unconciously despite his heavy words.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Oct 19, 2007 18:28:29 GMT -5
Suzume looked at the ground, "I hurt so much, though... and I want it to go away..." she placed a hand over her heart, "and I don't know why..." her voice seemed puzzled and sad, she didn't want to fight with Cecil anymore, Breen's opression no longer on her mind. The thing though about the pain she fealt. She wasn't talking of sadness, or of some shadowed heartbreak... it was real pain, physical pain. She wanted to know why it was there, and the answer was simple- before this had happened she was in a battle, one involving guns... and one of the bullets by odd chance stopped millimeters before it breached Suzume's heart and would have killed her. She was healing around it, but it still brought a deep pain into her.
The situation with the wound especially confusing for her considering the fact that she remembered being in her home with her parents just a few days ago, though it was in fact more like several hundred years, it didn't matter. To her it seemed like this place was hurting her, so it made her resent the schoolgrounds and made her yearn for home ever the more as the lead inside her seeped through her bloodstream, completely unnoticed. She hadn't said anything before since she didn't want to bother other people... but she didn't care at this moment.
(The bullet was mentioned earlier as well, so don't think I just threw it in there, I planned to have it there a LOOOONNNNGGG TIME AGO!! Check the Vigilante's Hideaway if you need proof! *wink*)
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Post by Arual on Oct 19, 2007 18:59:29 GMT -5
"Your heart is bothering you?" asked Cecil is a form of urgency and concern. His red eyes widened and he looked the girl in the eyes, reactivating the defense he was using a minute ago for Breen and such; and to his dismay and surprise, he saw the wound that was healing, the bullet so very close to the most vital organ.
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Oct 19, 2007 19:22:28 GMT -5
Rell, always one fond of making points of example, quickly reacted by taking the brunt of both blows with his arms, using a little essence to dull the force of the blow (it so ruined the effect when one's arms went flying off to the other edge of the clearing) so that the arm-swords were halted by bone. The blood fountained briefly in the air, either decorating Tar's slathering face (An improvement, by all means), or if the werewolf did some fancy neck work, just a nice crimson rain for the flowers (the rain will make the flowers, grow).
"If my student can not deal with your insane friend, especially with all her slaves of bonding, I don't hold much hope for her. As for you, well, you and your partner should rethink your strategy. All that emotional suffering he is catalyzing over the mountain, it just fires me up." With a small smile Rell retreated a step, a brief purple fire running up his arms before the wounds healed like the one on his face had. "Certainly you've heard of demons that receive energy from things other than bread and wine? You won't get very far with him basically charging me up." Once again, a taunting ghost of a grin.
Maybe he should start a group or something. There was nothing he loathed more than hypocrites. Rell, a demon, tormented and killed small children and such with a devilish delight. He had no illusions of how evil such actions were, and really was quite happy with it. Breen, a slayer, tormented and killed children with an unholy lust. He, however, insisted it was God's will, sacred, and an unbelievable act of light. That's what made Rell faintly nauseous. Humans, such liars.
The demon came forward with his thin sword, whipping a feint below before going through a cross slash.
(Cecil has x-ray vision. Guard your women! xD Sorry, couldn't help myself there.)
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Post by demonfire on Oct 19, 2007 20:05:10 GMT -5
((xD Anyway Reba, twisted thoughts come from too much Stephen King books, XD)) "Err..." Estrik said, utterly confused at what was happening. "No, I haven't seen you yet, Jatza. I could but when I first came here I was all stoked for some real sight, now it's just, my original one was better than before. Sort of like getting a new pair of shoes and yet you still wear your old ones." Feelings were sort of complicated to explain, he just hoped Jatza would be able to know what he was feeling, that feeling of habit that all humans developed. I guess I'll have to do this the old fashioned way... Breen thought to himself. He so hated getting his own hands bathed in that unholy blood, it seemed to pierce his very soul. His hands dug into the pocket of his jacket, putting away the trick dagger and pulling out a couple of pure black fingerless gloves. On the backside of the palm was a rectangular piece of metal, and a Devil's Trap on the palm in a scarlet red. All a Devil's Trap really was was a fancied up pentagram, but the differences were much more noticeable. His ghost of eyes widened, as he received a short signal from Tar. A black static formed around his gloves, suffocating the air around him with the acrid smell of smoke and horses breath, strangely. The smoke pulled its way out of Dae and Suzume via the nose and mouth, pulling a little, insignificant amount of blood with it. Breen whistled as he approached the little group, grinning with psychopathic delight. "I'd expect something better than this from some of you children of Twilight," Breen said. He might have only done minimal damage, but reconnaissance was always a plus. "But of course, there's the fact that you have won, you have beaten me at my own game and stayed alive until the sun rose," Breen said, referring to the blue sun on the horizon. The con was on, essence shielded, mind was closed, all he needed was in place. The cross slash whipped across Tar across the face, as he laughed at the blood that trickled from the air. "Hate to rain on your parade, but that might just be some of the last hate you'll get," Tar said. The wound slowly began to close, not extremely fast, but noticeable all the same. He jumped backwards and simply stood still, unaware if Rell would sense him or not, all Tar needed to do was play the waiting game. ((Yes, I did make an Iron Maiden reference in there, , I'll give whoever finds it a cookie.))
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Post by J-Bear! on Oct 19, 2007 20:23:13 GMT -5
Jatza sighed. "I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing." She felt the difficulty from him. "I understand, don't worry." She thought about things for a minute. "How would you be able to see me? And, if it's not too much trouble, would you?" She looked at him, and their shoulders brushed.
Dae felt the presense leave her body, and she sighed with relief. "Thank goodness it's gone!" She exclaimed.
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Oct 19, 2007 20:31:15 GMT -5
(you wanna go Stephen King? Him and Tar can swap gore stories. xD)
"Believe me, I'm not plagued by chagrin. Group work is very tedious, isn't it?" the demon laughed softly. "You seem very reluctant to attack, now, for some odd reason. (Very odd, I am totally baffled by the way, if you don't believe me. Utterly and outstandingly baffled.) If it's going to be that way, we could put this nonexistent battle aside and enjoy some coffee." It was a tone both mild and sarcastic (mildly sarcastic, perhaps), and he sheathed his sword back into his umbrella with an exaggerated flourish.
With the same grandeur, the demon sat down on what appeared to be nothing, one leg absently tapping to an unheard tune, and leaned back.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Oct 19, 2007 20:35:23 GMT -5
Suzume looked towards the newcomer, Breen with wide eyes, "Cecee?" She edged away, the voice of the stranger was familiar and she knew it was the same person whom had decided it was a lovely idea to occupy someone else's mind. Suzume trembled as she backed away, "Cecee?" she asked again, she didn't want to look away from the person, as if the moment she did, she would be attacked. She seemed to have forgotten about the others there and she felt alone, isolated. She remembered the hate the person had carried to her and she didn't like it, not at all... then an idea struck her, she didn't know if it was childishly insane, or perhaps insanely childish... but it seemed to make sense to her. Cecee didn't want her to be sad... and she figured that someone would have to be some kind of sad... or angry to act like this.
"Why are you like this?" she asked, the shaking in her voice gone as she looked towards Breen and slowly she stood up, and began walking towards the stranger slowly, recalling something from the recesses of her mind, 'you can't have enemies if you turn them all to friends, remember that, kid. Okay?' She mustered up a smile to the best of her abilities, and she broke into a run at Breen, last minute she wrapped her arms around him in the biggest hug she could muster, "Please stop... please..." she asked, her vulpine ears quivvering with the effort of the hug. As it was said- Childishly insane, or insanely childish, it was impossible to discern.
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Post by Arual on Oct 19, 2007 20:47:43 GMT -5
Cecil backed with her, only he was in front of her body to protect the young Suzume. His eyes flashed red and he was ready to do what he needed to to make sure nothing happened to his friend, the others were older and probably stronger at the moment then they were and would do more good as well.
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Post by hannah montana on Oct 19, 2007 21:19:34 GMT -5
"Breen, dahh-ling," Clarik called in a drag queen voice, then quickly switched back to his own with an exasperated look on his face. "Are you ever going to do something interesting?" Clarik wiggled his fingers, a gesture for Breen to come closer. "Show me your moves, Bluffy the Vampire Slayer."
[Yes. he JUST said that. CORNYJOKE AND TUPID NAME CALLIN, FOOOO XD]
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Post by demonfire on Oct 19, 2007 21:46:35 GMT -5
"Yeah, I could, but Clarik looks a little busy threatening our predator and Dae might still be recovering from her mental ordeal," Estrik said.
Breen took the hug like a hard blow to the stomach, utterly surprised by the sudden act of affection. His black eyes seemingly gleamed with what might be considered as a little good in his misguided soul. Truth be told, Breen had never been hugged, nor shown any affection of any kind. He was pretty much an outcast, being bonded to a demon in a Catholic dominated era, and then brainwashed by endless scriptures he had read while in the village Church. He placed his hand on Suzume's head, the black lightning now thoroughly ceased. A great amount of evil flowed through the girl, but at the same time that innocence of youth, that coupled with the fact that she held the only barrier between Earth and Hell in her body.
Breen was conflicted, all of his years of existence he had always 'cleansed' without remorse, but he couldn't bring himself to harm this little girl. He put his hands up in prayer, asking what he should do. The sun rise light cascaded down upon the group, landing first upon the head of Suzume. He knew what the sign meant, he was going to protect her and thus protect the world from Hell on Earth until Lucifer himself put his icy grip around Breen's own soul and ripped it apart to shreds and utterly destroy it. He stood there in reverie, doing the final decisions on what he must do.
"Suzume, I must protect you. God has brought you here for me to meet and protect humanity from Hell itself," Breen said, away from his usual demonic tone and into a tone that actually portrayed some good. It just goes to show you, even sociopathic extremist Catholic demons have good in them, somewhere deep down, even if it did take the entire army of Hell knocking upon your door to realize it.
Tar simply stood there, not moving, not speaking, some would say not even breathing.
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Post by hannah montana on Oct 19, 2007 21:51:25 GMT -5
[[OH GOD. SUZUME. RUN. HE'S AN OLD MAN PRIEST AND YOU ARE BUT A CHILD WITH A CHEST LIKE THAT OF A TENYEAROLD BOY. RUN CHILD RUN D: D: D: D: wait no pure ooc posts]]
Somewhere in the distance, there was a gunshot heard and Amber screamed and collasped to the ground.
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Post by Arual on Oct 20, 2007 5:31:28 GMT -5
Cecil was baffled----no, astonished. How, How could she do that...make Breen practically fall on his knees with such a simple question? Was it innocence that was left within her- or was it just a bluff, "wait, of course it wasn't- she wouldn't do that." he rambled in his own head. Whatever it was, it was a plauge within him too, the thought of change growing ever strong as he set in his mind earlier that it was needed above many other things.
"I can never beat him unless I change."
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