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Post by demonfire on Dec 5, 2007 21:27:18 GMT -5
Breen went severely off-balance, and then the claw in the back didn't help very much, now did it? "Well then, I see that physically attacking you won't do much good..." Breen said. His soul snaked out from his vessel's mouth and nose, but before it happened he groaned as if he were using a muscle that he shouldn't have been using. As the black smog reached the Doll, the serpentine smoke went in even faster, as if it were attracted like a magnet. "Well now, it certainly is empty in here," Breen said through the Doll. Its eyes darkened as if storm clouds had obscured their view until it was pitch black, with the only light being the light that reflected off of their glossy surfaces. Breen didn't expect to really have no fight inside the thing. It made him curious as to how it lived without a soul. When one grows up under Catholic rule, one thinks of the soul as an irreplaceable object that is required. Breen guessed they somehow found a loophole in the word of man. It wasn't surprising, the creation was like man: flawed. "Now, what to do with this..." it said with Breen's words.
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Post by [.karasu.] on Dec 5, 2007 21:28:29 GMT -5
((*crawls in* Sorry I missed so much, guys ^^;;;; *reads everything* Wow... Cecil is all... I PWN YOU and whatnot >_>...))
Shiro watched the ongoing battle, knowing he could do nothing except make matters worse. With the Eighth Tail engaged in combat and not wielded by his own hands, it was hard to suppress his fire. 'I have to, or things will only be even more impossible for Cecil and the others' All Shiro did for animation was keeping safely away from the Doll, Breen, and Cecil, though maintained a closer distance between himself and Vana. This was for two reasons. One; he really couldn't go all too far from his sword even if he wanted to willingly. Two; if he saw the opportunity to retrieve his weapon, he wanted to be close enough to take it.
Shiro thought he had the opportunity when Cecil had gone for his own sword, but his hopes were quickly diminished. 'Will she not relinquish it? Release me?' His irritated thoughts had begun to leave trails over his expression. Basically glaring at Vana, Shiro decided to do something instead of waiting for something to happen.
Shiro took whatever chance he may have had as Vana began dispatching the clones and speaking of her plans. Even if it didn't work, he didn't want to just stand there and lose without even trying. 'But what can I do?' If Shiro used the only offense he had left, if he were to change back into a kitsune and fail at retrieving the sword, he wouldn't be able to change back into a human. Of course, that wasn't all that bad, but Vana would then have even more control of him and not just his fire. 'It can't be helped...'
Sighing, Shiro gave into that tug that has been pulling against him since Vana obtained his sword. He stopped fighting it, and allowed himself to be consumed with his own fire. Very quickly, Shiro was no longer Shiro; Shiro was now a white, seven-tailed kitsune. With enhanced speed and silence, the fox ran at Vana from behind and jumped, aiming to clamp down on her wrist and make her drop the weapon.
Shiro hoped and prayed that his divine family had just happened to be checking in on him and decided to help him.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Dec 9, 2007 0:32:39 GMT -5
There was a murmuring throughout the mind and body that Breen had come to aquire, there was the hum of the memories of hundreds of people, replaying over and over again, each person's essense and magical energy stored within the Doll, and even more, the tattoos burned the flesh, though inflicted no damage, every time it moved at it's own will crippling pain shot through it's markings. It's essense and being was burned from it, purged through pain. That's how a Doll was made. Born a mortal, made immortal with a life worse than death, the possibility of death stolen from them. If Breen wanted to escape the Doll and avoid becoming another part of it's powers, he'd have to get the hell out now. Tsubame felt rather ignored in the situation, of course. Then something happened that brought a smile to her face. Small sparks of energy formed on her fingertips but before she could do anything, she was forced away. The guards would carry heavily concentrated versions of the drug with them. Of course. It was starting to wear off and apparently Suzume wanted out of the dormant head stuff-whatever-place. She looked around, obvious from her expression, she was happy to be here... before of course she'd have to get to buisness. "Now, Hase... I don't know if it's you seeing me as some freakish hulking mass of muscle or something... but I'm not that strong... and besides... I rather like living. Don't underestimate people here. It's kinda scary. I can guarantee Rell will figure out I'm bothering him in good enough time if I were to..." she appeared at Rell's side. "Hugz tiem? perhaps?" she asked, Hase with a smile, she was completely and utterly invisible to everyone but Hase at this time. She wrapped her arms around Rell, "Hugs tiem, then perhaps to take ze hair tie." She nodded and reached to take the hair tie from Rell's hair. She was actually having fun. Ameratsu frowned at the little group, immediately making her way to the battle, looking at all the different various clones that had appeared, 'Dayuuumm... weird sh*t happens here, huh?' she thought to herself as she began fighting, though mentioned side effects were easily evident and she really couldn't stand it very well. Her head hurt like a bitch. The Vana clone dissapeared as Shiro attacked, it, the weapon dissapearing as well. Shiro had to find the real Vana if he wanted his weapon back.
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Post by demonfire on Dec 10, 2007 15:15:36 GMT -5
Well then, guess it already lost the soul, so decapitation is the only option here, Breen thought with a mental shrug as his soul came out of the body, serpentine in movements. In moments, he was back in his 'old' vessel, rough and ready. He cracked his knuckles in a relaxed way. "Just a heads up, my lost child, this is going to hurt like a bitch. But I guess you're around one enough to get used to it," Breen said to the Doll.
A punch flew towards Soul's face, the facade for the work of art. A knee was faked to Soul's stomach, as his left came around to hook her in the ribs.
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Post by Arual on Dec 10, 2007 16:22:58 GMT -5
Cecil was getting worse; his eyesight failing him and his mind drawing blank, as it seeped into the black abyss of possible death. His eyes flickered to his secondary sight ( out of four different ways ); spoting out the real opponent- not her clone and rushed with what he had left at Vana. "I'm not done- with you yet- Vana!" he shouted inside his head, nearing her with his katana at his top speed.
Meanwhile.......
"How is she?" a man asked; his face expressionless and sincere. The man's look was young, but he was much older then so. He stuck four calloused fingers in his one pocket and left the thumb to hand out and grip the outside of the material. The second man in the crisp and blinding white hallway looked through a gridded window; the small blocks in the glass making the image a bit checkered if too closely examined. He gave a sigh, uncomfortably adjusting his white cloaked collar around his neck. "She does not seem to make any progress, well; at least not since that boy came in and a faint jolt had pulsed through," he told the middle aged man, "We have done everything to make her comfortable- as well as tend to whatever must be treated......but it seems as though my team is nearing an end with her." His voice repelled a trembling sense of sorrow and sympathy, though the gears of aggravation turned inside his thoughts. "I know you said that she probably would not make it long due to the whole condition which she is in, besides the no visiting rule now in play.....but I'd like to keep a close watch on her nonetheless." The man's blue brown eyes looked at the girl in the ICU room next to him. The furrow of his usual seriousness had started to soften and stray locks of the combination brown, black and silver streaked hair pushed over in its calic; falling forward as the dark ocean colored orbs took its place on the white musty tiles of the floor. He looked up, "She's a half relative to me after all." The older man nodded his half balded head. "Whatever you think is best. Though, I'd advise you keep the boy away from her for a while- or until the matter is not so tense....." "That might be a bit hard to agree upon, sir. Forgive me if I'm a bit disrespectful in this; but, it will be impossible to keep him away. They're the only family each other have now. To be asking me to tear those two from each other- is as if you're asking for an uproar." They both made a inconclusive expression on the outcome of this whole ordeal before looking back at each other. The elderly man grabbed the clipboard from underneath his arm and into his hand. "Then I shall trust you will keep his temper and such under control." "The best I can," he answered softly through his deepening mental questions, "Thank you very much for your efforts. Just continue to do what you can until there is not." After taking their leaves, the older man walked into the maze of hallways and rooms; the younger one turning the knob to the girl's room and sitting inside next to her bed. "You know, I still wonder how you did it...... How you could save him so quickly. I tried it all, but nothing ever worked until you begged him not to leave," the man said in his sigh; folding his hands on the bed as his spine curved while sitting in the chair, his elbows pressed down in the mattress of her bed. "What makes the two of you tick- I still wonder that every day."
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Dec 11, 2007 5:18:10 GMT -5
Soul echoed a few words from Breen's mouth, her tone quiet- even when she fought, "Lost..." she seemed to whisper, her blue eyes steady towards Breen, "Used to it..." she awaited the oncoming attacks, if you knew how muscles moved and followed the movements, it wasn't that hard to predict, Soul caught Breen's hand in her massive right hand, grasping it tightly and as the kick came, she twisted and pulled at the hand, to pull Breen off balance and destroy his line of attacks. So far... Soul had been nothing but defensive... so far.
"Hey! Need help?" Ameratsu asked Breen as she made her way towards him, her feline eyes warily watching Soul, "Because it seems... oh nevermind." She shook her head, talk wasn't needed right now, nothing dramatic, just time to beat this damn Doll's ass.
"Help..." Soul reitterated, still fighting.
"Oh, shut up!" Ameratsu responded, heading into the battle, trying to get a kick in to Soul's back, because to be honest, if they were to kill this Doll, they'd pretty much be the first ones to do so, atleast that Ameratsu had heard of it.
Vana seemed only vaguely supprised, "Oh you aren't?" she asked, raising the blade of The Eighth Tail to Cecil to block the attack, she darted to Cecil's right, letting the blade of his katana slide off her own weapon. She sliced towards Cecil's ribs, trying to expose the bone there, well ready to kill the boy as soon as possible.
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Post by Arual on Dec 11, 2007 15:23:44 GMT -5
(( umm li wa- that was a thought. So unless shes a mind reader- she wouldn't have known ))
Cecil was stripped of some of his flesh before he touched the musty and dirt filled ground; however, he had given Vana a present in return as well, slicing her into deep muscle where the ability to twist your waist was most dependent. He made a hand sign with a shaken set of hands, calloused through the experience and harsh training he had put himself through for the longest time now. "Poison...Release." he breathed in a hoarse whisper as he was held in midair for the couple seconds given before fumbling to the hard street. The poison that Cecil had on his katana was close to the one on his family weapon; which had seeped into Vana's whole body earlier in the fight, was now beginning to make its way with its maximum damage.
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Arroneth put a hand to his forhead as he kept himself deep in thought, though extremely attentive to watching over the girl. It was painful, in all honesty; but Cecil couldn't handle this and needed to stay in the academy walls as this happened. Nothing good could possibly come out of this; but when it came to that student of his which he always kept a close eye on and had been a temporary guardian to, there was a whole mess of possibilities as to what he'd do if he found her not in the bed and perished from the Earth. It was sickening to think of, but the sickening thoughts had not crossed his mind as much- especially because he was an elite ninja and had much experience with these situations, and he dismissed them all immediately. Arroneth began to think of the long made memories over the length of six years with the two youths. "Sir, would you like anything?" a nuse called in a hushed tone from the open crack fo the doorway. Arroneth looked up as if in a daydream and swallowed what fluids had built up in his throat. "No thank you." The nuse left.
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((only cuts- but yeah- im a bit overexaggerate.... just a tinge))
Blood stained the cold cement like ground which Cecil's skin was grated against like a meat slicer would to a bit of cheese. Things around him began to fade and the moment it stopped, his eyes couldn't hold themselves anymore; shutting closed against their will.
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Post by demonfire on Dec 11, 2007 17:15:19 GMT -5
"Help would be appreciated," Breen said sarcastically as he was thrown off-balance yet again. Breen was getting quite annoyed at this Doll. Black magic seeped out from his feet and rooted him to the ground as if he were a redwood, and then sent a finger punch towards the Doll's throat. That was the bullseye today, folks. Step right up, aim it right, and get a head--that was the name of the game this fight. Or at least Breen had hoped.
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Dec 11, 2007 18:49:03 GMT -5
Hase was beginning to believe that talking at this point was only embarrassing him and everyone else, so naturally he continued to. Not consciously however, more out of surprise at Cecil's condition. Cecil... Ah yes, about the talking thing. He had murmured a quick swear, being out of college and having no one to offend out here. Alright, what to do...? Nothing, of course. Alright, what would he do if Rell hadn't completely ruined his life? Get in there, get killed, and die a happy soul. Well gee, that cleared things up.
Rell, on the other hand, had other problems, if problems was the word one would use. A young woman apparently considered it a good idea to hug him, and she had also removed his hair tie. There was a reason he wore a hair tie. While respecting personal image, having long hair was extremely annoying in everyday life, much more in battle. At least a tie was using some caution. Now his hair, unaccustomed to being free, was shifting happily in the breeze, itching his neck and obstructing his vision.
If it wasn't for the common rules of courtesy concerning role play, he would have probably would have incinerated the child to Hell, where it would wait for him until a time where he could find a suitable punishment to deter further offenses. Unfortunately she wasn't an NPC, so he had to take the high road.
"Excuse me, 'Donna', but I would like you to disengage me. I'm leaning towards giving some poor wretch, like a mute elf or someone who has no point in living, euthanasia to relieve my discomfort, but letting go is acceptable as well."
"Hey Rell, I'm going to help them out," Hase said, drawing his two long knives that looked as if he had stolen them from a kitchen. Donna probably felt Rell's chest shake from a bought of laughter, and the demon wiped a tear from his eye. "Thanks for taking me seriously," Hase muttered.
"Sorry, I need you to film this, not paint the cobblestones with your friend. Red is such a depressing color."
"I'm not planning to bleed."
"Neither was Cecil; he just sort of walks into it, and by it I mean knives, swords, and all manner of weapons hoping he can get a power high five seconds before his last dying breath."
"He's my friend!" Hase said angrily. Rell's eyes widened and he looked generally affronted, even shocked and sad.
"Do you... want me to heal him?" the demon asked in an anxious, helpful kind of voice. Hase didn't respond besides angrily leaning against a wall and glaring at the sky, determined not to look at them all. Rell shrugged and resumed his bored and amused expression.
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Post by [.karasu.] on Dec 12, 2007 16:56:19 GMT -5
((*points at Li-wa in accusation* EVIL!! >=O))
Shiro skid to a stop after his 'pounce', digging his claws into the ground as his crimson eyes widened slightly. 'No' The white kitsune spun around, eyes flickering around the battlefield until they landed on Vana. He didn't have much time, not in his current state. The fox's eyes seemed to ignite with a white flame... literally. As in... there was white fire in his eyes. His seven tails swayed and weaved hypnotically behind him. In a snarl, Shiro's lips pulled back to reveal his fangs and a low growl escaped him. He knew changing was a dangerous risk, and now it was becoming clear as to why.
In a gracefully menacing blur of white- just after Vana's last attack on Cecil- the kitsune arrived to stand by Vana's side. The silvery white coloring of his pelt lost its elegant glow. 'So... this is what it's like... to lose control...' Shiro's mind pondered forlornly while his body acted against him. White fire creating a thin ring around both Vana and the kitsune, almost like a barrier. Claws sunk into the ground, creating deep gashes in the earth. The fox's head was lowered and his flaming eyes seemed to glare straight ahead at nothing in particular. A beast awaiting command. 'Suzume... forgive my foolishness...'
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Post by Arual on Dec 12, 2007 17:25:20 GMT -5
www.youtube.com/watch?v=eVOZQZy3y0U&NR=1 "Is this really.... my end...?" Cecil could hear voices, mainly of Hase and Rell going back and forth, but they had all been swirled into a fuzzy incoherence; the words running into each other. His eyelids tensed as he was caught in a wince on the ground; that being the only movements he could make now- only to become less and less. "Go- save her, Shiro." he added silently. His heart could be heard through his ears it felt so high in his chest as he heaved a ragged breath or two from his lungs. The shivers of pain not only had been racking his body for a while now, but had begun to slowly fade; muscles gave their last twitch, and his thoughts had blanked. he thought to himself in the most terribly audible tone. He spoke to himself in the dead silence of his mind, "Suzume....I....tried....but I just couldn't do it......I'm sorry." The words echoed through his head right before the blackness of death had cradled the young ninja in its arms, smiling a menacing grin as it added another soul to its never-settled score of bodies. The boy's heart had stopped and the heaving of his chest ceased to be. The heavy winds which had picked up tugged the black, and now streaked red locks (in many places along his head) around Cecil's head, blowing them into his line of vision and overtop of his scarred up face.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Dec 13, 2007 18:40:57 GMT -5
Vana looked towards Shiro now, "Well? Are you going to fight? Your friend won't fare too well... so what about you?" she asked, loving how things were going now. Life was so nice, wasn't it? She bowed her head to Shiro, awaiting to figure out exactly what was going on at this moment. A change had come over the fox and she wanted to know why. A thing that had changed about her, though was that her hand seemed to have altered it's color to a sickly one, and it shook. Vana pretended not to notice though, she didn't think it would be too important at this time- she'd deal with it later.
Soul recieved the attack to her throat, but unlike what should have happened, it didn't effect her at all, atleast not noticeably so. For such a creature of such a delicate look about it, she could sure take a punch. A few of the orbs around her alighted slightly and unseen to the eye, she was actually healing, calling upon powers taken from others. It wouldn't be the last time she did, either.
"Dolls are impossible to kill, I hope you know that." Ameratsu commented to Breen, preparing to fight, she carried no weapons with her, of course, considering she was just in a prison. No weapons for her there. So she took a defensive stance, seeing no use in attacking. Her mind was scourged, though- crossing with various thoughts that seemed so against her nature. She tried ignoring them, but it didn't seem to be helping. Damn side effects.
Donna's expression was one of utter horror, "NO! NOT CHESHY!!!!" She squealed in terror, her voice reaching unheard of decibles as she suddenly dropped to the ground and wrapped her arms around Rell's ankles, "please! please! please! Take me insteeeaaad!" she pleaded, "Caitlin hates me anyways, which means I'm going to end up quitting the rifle team, which means I won't get to talk to Kim or Chris anymore, which means nobody will like me anymore, which means I'll have no friends, which means I'll be sad, and I don't want to be sad, which mean's I'll die!" she rambled, speaking so fast, it was perplexing. Her blue/green eyes looking up at Rell as pathetically as possible.
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Post by demonfire on Dec 13, 2007 18:59:38 GMT -5
"It was also impossible to put a man on the moon," Breen said sarcastically. He sure was a sarcastic fellow, but then again, throughout time the ideals of one generation seemed to contradict another. It got annoying at times. "Just because it hasn't been done makes it far from impossible," Breen said. Even if it couldn't be killed, he had a few tricks up his sleeve for a last-ditch effort escape maneuver for whoever was left alive after all of this. Breen hoped at least one, that being Suzume. He could deal with dying, sure it wasn't the best way to go around escaping, but if it had to be done than it shall be done. Memento Mori, at least, Breen said in his own mind, reflecting on all the good things that would happen if he were to die. But then again, it was too soon for that, he hadn't even rid the world of the scourge that is Virisea.
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Post by Arual on Dec 13, 2007 19:09:31 GMT -5
The poison in Vana's blood began to strengthen and take the next step; now not only making her shake throughout her body; but now it would start to burn; any cuts on her body which were open extremely hard to move. The poison seeped into her muscles, making them as hard as bone and stiff to move, very little if at all.
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Post by [.karasu.] on Dec 13, 2007 22:46:27 GMT -5
The flames in Shiro's eyes brightened slightly.How he wanted to just clamp his jaws onto Vana's throat and drain away her arrogance. But, no matter how hard he tried, his actions only amounted to a slight jerk of his head and a painful clench in his jaw. He had to do only as Vana wished now.
Each of the Seven tails seemed to be dancing to the beat of their own drums, going all different ways at different times. 'To be stuck in this woman's clutches... until death sanctifies one of us... feels worse than whatever punishment the Divine could give' The ring of fire lining the ground around the two grew an inch or two, but gave off no heat. In Vana's hand, the Eighth Tail began to glow with a misty, silvery aura.
It was like a television remote; you never knew how much you needed it until you lost it.
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