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Post by Arual on Dec 14, 2007 15:39:28 GMT -5
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qYZyPNuTTSg ((WARNING! THERE IS A TECHNICAL DREAM SEQUENCE IN THE POST! DON'T CONFUSE IT WITH THE LIVING TERMS. ^^))Cecil's mind had strayed more and more as death's grip had tightened onto his soul; a grip which was impossible to withdrawal by this point. The knuckle bent hand which had been outstretched from finishing the jutsu now slipped slowly to the ground, the skin a pasty white color compared to its normal, faint tawny glow. "Where am I?" Cecil thought suddenly, his eyes in a wince as his hand made a fist, which soon tightened when the cold numbness died away. His crimson eyes flickered open as he got to his feet. Everything, I mean, everything was as if it were a painting and it was smeared by a large hand from the heavens above. The skies were of unclear colors in case of description and classification, there was a field like place that surrounded him and it was totally deserted of all things then what was used to. The winds were dead and there was no beam or sun or moon above his head..... Nothing. A thick, black shadow appeared next to him, silent and mute to any answers being questioned. There was no face, no apparent limbs, nor was there any shapely body. It was, obviously, shaped like something; which happened to be human-like, though what it could have been before this transformation was unknown. The ends of this shadowy mass swirled in a curve like smoke from a quickly put out fire from a bucket of water; after a point, it dissipated into thin air; if, you could even say there /was/ any air to hold in. Cecil saw it in no great surprise, it was like he was in acknowledgment of the creature the entire time, like they knew each other for a lifetime (but, what truly is a lifetime, when the accuracy is never exact to all mortal beings?). "Is this Hell?" he said to the shadow, though he did not look toward it, but at the scenery put in front of him. The figure did not move, not but the ends had any sign of real action at the moment, but a hushed whisper that had been combined with sorrow, dread, and hope came in response. "What is a place of perfection and a place of agony? What do humans find in such places other then a sense of hope and false dignity?" "Well, your rhetoricals seem much unnecessary, and familiar all at once," Cecil said in return with his impassive voice, a long pause setting in the middle of the speech; trying to remember what made the words seem so familiar. "Then I take it this is neither of each." His black locks that had been tinted red in some places after the bodypossession summoning swung a bit as he then turned his head. "The boy's soul is heavy, but something from another force holds him here; more then just one. Which and who I do not know, but the boy should look around him to see what he should see....." "That makes no sense!" Cecil said calmly, though his eyebrow was raised and his hands were folded; a bit of agitation being admitted through his tone, "Why are you telling me this? There's nothing here!" "Well, then maybe the boy should look closer. He may find many things about him he did not know....." "Like that made it any clearer!" "The boy does not remember? What a shame it is at that..... The boy should think about it longer, perhaps?" "Explain what you mean! I don't understand it at all!" "The boy is not listening to this one. All he does is yell and complain. This one is patient, so it will wait....but how much longer this one can take such handicap is not known." At the second the shadow spoke the words 'All he does is yell and complain' the teen's expression had changed dramatically and his head had lowered it's gaze to the dry earth below his feet. "Why are you so familiar to me?" he asked almost in a whisper. "The boy will only be told that this one is part of you. This one is part of your life, but cannot say the where's and when's. This boy should use his head and his heart more, before speaking. It would be a better way to understand others...." "I still don't know," the boy replied, "But maybe I'll figure it out soon." There was a brief pause before he added a few more words. "So, if I may ask, will happen now?" "This one does not know, but the boy does. The boy should listen to his memories to help him see why he is here..." "Wait, what?" "This one thinks you should find your center and concentrate on something important to you." Cecil didn't understand, but regardless; he closed his eyes as to do what the shadowy figure advised. And, as if it was so simply to do, he understood what it meant now.... and saw things he never would have otherwise. They were things one would never openly discuss to another, thus the reasoning short.
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Dec 14, 2007 16:04:38 GMT -5
(This post starts out in Rell-o-vision, so sorry for any and all that may get offended. ><)
The air was absolutely sweltering with melodrama. Little Cecil, in his perfect death throes. It should know by now that it would not die. The kitsune with the seven tails, of whom Vana held its fiery heart. It felt the pain of betraying everyone, and it felt it keenly. Breen the... well... slayer? Someone of the sort. Its ego was taking a blow most unpleasant in opposition to that doll over there. Vana showed confidence, but her pride was just as bloated as the Scotsman's, if not more controlled.
In short, every single person there, with the possible exception of Ameratsu (it had been beaten down for quite a while, but at least it seemed to have some common sense), was just dying (in some cases literally) to add some dramatic flair to the battle. Normally he didn't have a problem with some added extravagance to an otherwise boring fight, but they were just so awful at it.
Worse yet, Hase wanted to join the fun, and he had a geyser of pathetic emotion clinging to his feet who called herself Donna. As for her complaint, he had stopped listening after the prolonged 'no', and had tuned in again at the 'death and such' point. As if happiness constituted life. The weak blew in the wind, hoping to hit joy and crying when chance had failed to bring them there. The strong found happiness to themselves, even if they had to go out of their way for it. He supposed that was why he was here, even if the show was a little boring.
Hase was thinking furiously, but with little hope. Maybe Rell would deem it fit for him to drag some half-dead bodies to a hospital later... he hadn't seemed to have minded Ameratsu, after all. Such morbid thoughts.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Dec 14, 2007 19:50:00 GMT -5
Donna paused, her eyes fixated upwards, "oooh..." she said in an amused tone as she stood up, her head bobbing back and forth, following a little white butterfly, "Jared shall be your name..." she muttered, "Jared shall be a shinigami and I shall carry his Death Note and I shall be Kira.... and Jimmy the Magical Turtle shall rain happiness on all of our households as he soars through the skies on his magical rawhide bone! Did you know Jimmy lost his legs once... and then he was beaten to death... WITH HIS OWN SKULL! But he still perservered and rules over the magical land of Wal-Mart now!" Donna smiled, obviously happy to inform the mass public about one of her best friends- Jimmy the Magical Turtle.
"Listen, these things absorb powers... look how many people it's killed already!" Ameratsu protested, looking towards the Doll.
"Killed..." Soul emptily repeated, her stark blue eyes showing no emotion as she initiated an attack, her weight shifted back only slightly as she began slipping a foot foreward, hands raised before she pushed towards them, increasing the force of a punch coming and aimed for Breen. No artwork in the move, no rythm, it was without soul though still, no denying it would hurt like a bitch if it followed through and made contact.
Vana's pupils shrunk and she collapsed to her knees, shaking terribly "Dammit, kid!" she swore, "Do you know how long I've kept order here?" She narrowed her eyes, "the next person will only be worse..." The burning came in waves through her and she dropped the sword she carried in hand, not even knowing what it was.
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Post by Arual on Dec 14, 2007 20:01:07 GMT -5
The poison surrounded the muscle in Vana's heart, making the stretch of it taunt, a burning came to her - giving off the feeling of being totally numb and having feeling without having it at all. It was slowly eating away at her insides now.
Cecil's crimson eyes were wide and innocent like for some reason now, as he cried saying the word "Mother." "Does this boy see why he is here yet?" Cecil shook his head no as the tears stopped. "Are you trying to make me feel guilty?" "This one is not trying to. But if this boy is feeling such- that is because he is in fact what he said as the word 'guilty.' " "WHO ARE YOU! PLEASE JUST TELL ME!" Cecil said in desperation, the not knowing eating away at him. "This one is your friend. This one is from this boy's past, from this boy's life. Does this one become remembered yet?" Cecil looked into the shadow, and he gripped his arm tight. "You- You can't...... You couldn't be him!" How? When? WHY THIS PUNISHMENT? "This one does not know, but this one only remembers the boy. Not much, but a little bit. Does the boy remember this one?" "KARI?!" "What that this one's name? This one does not recall it." "You didn't deserve this punishment! You should be in heaven or something! Not here!" he said with guilt and rejoice, the rejoice faint. "This one understands the boys pain, but sees not undertsand why he must always be so emotional at things like this. Life and death are equal, but one cannot happen without the other..." "What am I here for then?" "The boy must find it in himself. This one cannot help him anymore...... but, this one will show the boy its old form, because it is returned to this one- along with the boy as this one's key." said the shadow, who's misty ends faded, mass of black had turned to a former shell of what it once was. It indeed was Cecil's worst fears. "You don't remember anything?" "This one only remembers this boy smiling on a dirt road and a name being yelled." "That's all?" "This one has the key to its shell now- which is the boy. Maybe, the more the boy thinks- the more memories will come back it." "Is there a way to see the old you again- even if not in the shell?" "This one does not know much. This one is very young- but maybe. What is a shell more then a shield of the human heart?"
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Post by demonfire on Dec 14, 2007 21:35:41 GMT -5
"Well, these are some powers--" Breen said as he was cutoff by the punch that hit his face. His jaw had been pushed out a bit, and so Breen simply pushed it back in, as if nothing had just happened. Perk of possessing a vessel, unless the attack was aimed for the soul, Breen felt nothing, zippo, nada. The soul inside was the one that felt the agony; the soul inside was the one that yelled for freedom from a prison in their own bodies. Breen learned to block it out over hundreds of years, nothing major. "Wow, I would have expected something more from you. Guess I was wrong. Dolls are just weak idiots," Breen said, smirking. "Now, I can kick it up a notch, for lack of a less Emeril phrase," he said, resuming a boxing stance. "As we used to say, Bonus , meus amicus," Breen said sarcastically and he attempted to jump upon Soul and rip off her head like a mad man. He had shown one of his aces in the hole now, no use trying to be very defensive; he just had to make sure the body wasn't destroyed beyond use.
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Post by [.karasu.] on Dec 17, 2007 23:28:08 GMT -5
((lol That was easy )) Something within the kitsune snapped immediately after the Eighth Tail left Vana's hand. It felt like when you stretch out an elastic and then something sharp touches it and it snaps; satisfying. The fox swayed on its feet slightly for a moment before shaking its head as though ridding itself of a pest. The firs in its eyes extinguished and Shiro slowly regained control of his basic motor functions; he didn't take any more chances and didn't waste anymore time. Taking the blade in his powerful jaws, the kitsune became a white blur once more as it put distance between itself and Vana. As soon as the blade was back in its possession, the fox's pelt regained its sheen and warmth. Not a moment later, Shiro was sitting beside Suzume, or Tsubame, in this case, but he didn't know what to call her. He didn't release the blade from his teeth nor did he change back into a human; he didn't think it would matter too much anymore. Shiro's crimson eyes narrowed onto Vana piercingly. Was it the end for her? Despite the fact that Shiro never really wanted anyone to die, especially not in pain, he believed Vana had long outlasted her life and had earned her death. Unknowingly, the fox's ears lowered submissively; something inside of him was ashamed for losing control, especially due to his own foolishness.
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Dec 18, 2007 18:14:48 GMT -5
"Hey..." Hase said, not timidly but a bit held-back. He hadn't exactly helped out in this battle, and if they believed it wasn't his place to be suggesting anything, he could respect that. "Maybe if you guys could get her to call off her doll, tie her up, and maybe give her some of that anti-magic drug... then you could give her the antidote? She was just doing her job, even if she is a kind of a bitch..."
"I'm just saying, this chick has a point. They want to recruit this little girl here to some magical concentration camp, and she probably wasn't much better off when she was that age. If you're going to be killing people, taking out anything less than the highest chain of command is only going to hurt you in the long run." Hase then shrugged self-consciously, waiting to see how his suggestion would be received.
Rell watched him with raised eyebrows and that mild grin. It was very amusing watching his little pet try to be the Good Samaritan. Well, teens were expected to rebel, he supposed.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Dec 19, 2007 20:19:20 GMT -5
The doll looked up at Breen, her expression plain as she grabbed for Breen's wrists, the intent to throw him away from her, her bold blue eyes watching him calmly, "Wrong..." she repeated him, "wrong... very wrong..." she added, the thing here to notice was that Soul had added her own word, though still- it was only one word she had added. She then turned to Ameratsu, lashing out at her with the clawed hand, intent to open the nekomata's neck and spill forth her blood.
Vana coughed up blood, "Damn you..." she growled to Cecil, it wasn't but a few seconds till she lay on her side, "Someone will replace me, someone undoubtedly worse, I assure you." she rhasped.
Ameratsu raised her arms, stepping back and bracing herself, she felt the claw dig through her flesh and she winced at the pain, though she then began to roll to the side, bringing herself to Soul's right to get behind her, since her clawed right arm was still bringing itself back from the attack that had been initiated.
"Why is Hase your 'Little Pet', Rell?" Donna asked him, obvious curiosity in her voice, "And why does he talk even though nobody's really paying attention to the person who isn't fighting... which is Hase.... and kinda you too." Donna now reached into her pocket and withdrew an item, a staff. It was odd, seeing as a staff doesn't unnoticeably fit into someone's pocket as this one had, it looked like quite the remarkable magic trick to be honest, a staff growing from her pocket. She tapped it on the ground and a purple monkey appeared at her side, though it was sadly lacking in a tail and his fur was terribly singed. "Fredrico, any updates?" she asked him quickly.
The monkey made a stream of monkey noises before bowing to Donna and dissapearing in a poof of tan smoke that rather resembled dust... odd.
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Post by demonfire on Dec 19, 2007 21:25:41 GMT -5
As Soul caught onto his wrists Breen was thrown back by the girl-doll-thing and landed on the ground hard on his (well his vessel's) back. If he were to exit the body, the possessed would have quite a bit of pain to work through. Good thing Breen wasn't corporeal, then. "At least you've got some free will left. I'm surprised that the human spirit has failed so epically (Old English for EPIC FAIL >_>). Perhaps a sin of pride?" Breen said as he got up from lying upon the ground.
Breen ran forward, contempt with a single sucker punch towards Soul's head. Sometimes they were just needed for that climatic slow motion thought process, y'know? He had to be careful that he didn't screw this vessel up too much. Good bodies were hard to come by these days.
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Post by Arual on Dec 20, 2007 17:25:53 GMT -5
Cecil watched the skies go by and asked small questions to the shadow of his friends soul. And they were answered. Little by little the whispers turned into a real voice....little by little things had gotten clear to the shadow mask. "It is beginning to remember now," said the shadow in a more boy like voice. "The boy in front of it is named Cecil......and this one was called Kari, just like the boy said. The boy had a older brother and a set of parents...." Cecil look was empowering, as if it urged the shadow to continue in hopes of returning his friend back to normal to possibly send him to where he rightfully was to be placed. Heaven. A long pause and more talking made the transformation appear more and more now, the face of Kari which the teen had forever kept in his memory was there. Next came the body of which his years would have been if he were still alive. Cecil was just trying to control his emotions as he saw his friend return to him....the way it was supposed to be, not the reality of it all. When the color in Kari's face came to its faint tan hue. Blondish silver hair swayed side to side with the once nonexistant winds, changing from dead to alive. "Cecil?" he said a bit confused, for the scenery was different and their ages were older then last he remembered them to be. "Is it you?" Cecil's heart raced, hoping that if he were dead- he'd stay dead. "Who else would you think it is?" he asked with a slight sarcasm though it was more happy then anything else. He was ready to give up with his brother, and knew that the time he needed to beat Dali was now against him. Dali couldn't go unmatched, but though as careless as it seemed- he didn't want to deal with it anymore. But, then what of Darishan and Amber, of his teachers and friends, Zet, Kerret, Rell, Gerro, Keyne and Ensuna? Shana. Could he really trade ALL that- just to stay with his dear friend? Kari ran over from the few feet they were from each other and gave him a hug, missing Cecil terribly. When the exchange of knowing it wasn't a dream, that it was really happening... and the long hug had been torn apart from both friends, Kari took a deep breath. "What's going on?" "Kari, ironically....I think we both are dead..Actually, I know you are- and the chances of me are higher then planned....it's what I've figured so far." "W-How?" "You don't remember? Well, I guess you wouldn't after all this time...so I'll tell you." "Please, Cecil- I rather no spoil this. Besides, your face looks worse then it ever has..... what happened to you?" Kari ashed laughing after the small seriousness was vanished from his voice. He ruffled Cecil's hair from the top of his head with a smile, being a half inch taller then Cecil's height of five foot seven. ".....I've /gotten taller/? I've /got older/? Or maybe it's because I'm buffer!" Kari laughed, "Buff?" he said poking Cecil's arm with his index finger. "Where's the muscle? I don't see anything...." It was scary how sometimes he could act so serious that it seemed real, like he wasn't joking, but you only knew he was if after a moment- he'd begin to laugh. He did, as did Cecil. "Kari-" Cecil spurted as Kari's finger went over his scar. It wasn't pain, since it had been since he was little, but the fact he forgot about it for who knows when had finally occured to him. "Thanks Cecil, even though it wasn't a success. Saving me and all.." "Kari, I should have let you come with me that night. It was my fault, so you shouldn't be sorry." Cecil's red eyes sorrowfully narrowed. "Wow, this DOES get you in a bad mood, huh?" "Hm." was sounded and a nod of the head. "Kari, I dont know what to do," Cecil said as they walked in unfamiliar territory, though the effects of him ever finding danger were unlikely. "I want to stay with you so much, and I haven't seen you- I've felt so guilty about that day and I know you always would have told me not to be and to let it go- and I understand that but....Shana needs me!" "Shana, lemme guess- the girl from our class in the academy, right?" "Shes like my little sister, and- I think that I- I...." "Love her. I knew /that/ from the second I laid eyes on her she loved you and it was only a matter of time befoere you had as well, Cecil. I'm gone- but not out of the loop. I know it's hard, choosing me or your new large group of friends, but Cecil....." Kari said with a hand on his friends shoulders sincerely, which gave Cecil wide crimson eyes, "You have to go back to them. I want you here too- don't get me wrong, but you just do. 'll see you again, Cecil, when your old and pruny. Not this time, this time you have to go back. Dali, Darishan, Shana- they need you." "Dali?" "Y-Yeah. I found out what happened to him, Cecil- and it wasn't over power at all. At the time, when he was at the school- he couldn't stop it from increasing. When he did the summon you have just done- it stood inside him, unlike you... you released the left over energy. The power and madness laying in him is driving him to the brink, Cecil. Your true brother never left you.... he was never far away. The brother the two of us knew long ago has been trying to overcome the madness which is circulating and spinnign him around to a point where he can't defy the urges and requirements it has set. Dali needs you to save him." Cecil; unlike any other time- was letting tears come out his face. Seeing Kari- then this news..... it seemd like too much. The memories of his brother being a good idol came into his head and then the difference in what it had come to now. "Dali- but- Kari-!" "SNAP OUT OF IT CECIL!" Kari yelled, the first time in his life he had ever yelled at Cecil in such a violent and harsh voice. "GET IT TOGETHER! THEY ARE COUNTING ON YOU AND SHANA DOESN'T HAVE MUCH LONGER!" "Fine," Cecil said shocked and dumbfounded, "Kari- I swear I'll do whatever I can to help them. You hold your end of the deal- okay?" "Have I ever let you down Cecil? I've been along side you this whole time, and will never leave that place. Go on and help your friends."
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Dec 23, 2007 18:58:53 GMT -5
Soul turned to slash at Ameratsu, letting Breen's attack come to her, ignoring it as it collided with her face and she grabbed Ameratsu by the arm, hurling the cat demon at Breen. She almost seemed to growl as she stood now, awaiting the next attack, a smile on her face.
Vana looked at her arm angrily, "Poison, heheh..." she shook her head, not believing that she was going to die this way, of all things, poison.
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Dec 23, 2007 22:35:57 GMT -5
"I was a medic in World War II. I may be able to help you, Vana," Rell called breezily. Now this was a weird turn of events. He never would have thought that he would end up being a healer at this place. It wasn't too bad, though. Back in WWII only one out of every five of his patients burst into flame, so lives were saved. Wasn't it the solemn duty of a citizen to offer their talents to the people in need?
"Little pet? Oh that's great," Hase murmured sarcastically, before quickly moving forward.
He had carefully lifted Cecil and took him at least out of the fray, as his old friend obviously was not in any condition to fight. He vowed to always carry a healing potion with him after this. Being in a place where Rell was the only healer was sheer nightmare fuel. "You're not really fighting either, Donna. Or helping out in any real way," he said as he tore off a bit of his shirt to tie down some of Cecil's more pressing wounds, not that it would help much.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Dec 23, 2007 22:57:27 GMT -5
"I'm actually not allowed to interfere at all, which means I'm breaking all sorts of rules by even BEING here." Donna pulled a contract out from her pocket and showed it to Hase, accross the top it read something along the lines of, 'Restrictions and Protocols of an RPer.' Donna shrugged and tucked it back into her pocket, "I'm not allowed to fight." She shrugged, "Makes me kinda useless, I guess."
Vana narrowed her eyes at Rell, "Oh yes, help me like you helped the prisoner?" She asked, obviously reffering to Ameratsu. Vana's voice was a rhasp as she spoke, she obviously wasn't faring too well, considering that not even was it just a strong poison, it was also an unknown poison- so turning down healing now pretty much meant she was going to die. Oh well, the town would be punished for her death, and there would be a good many townspeople killed as well, so as there would be others to follow Vana to her grave- and to warn the living not to attempt to kill thier next leader.
You just gotta love oppressive governments, huh?
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Dec 23, 2007 23:18:51 GMT -5
"Are you expecting me to beg you for you to accept?" Rell said with a laugh. "If you want to perish, be my guest." When were these people going to learn that there was no such thing as an honorable death? Or a vengeful death, for that matter.
"You know, Vana, when you're so close to dying, you could probably be looking a little more on the 'redeeming yourself' side. You don't really /have/ to go to Hell after this, if you live a few more years, save a few orphans..." Hase said with some acid in his voice as he finished up with Cecil.
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Post by Arual on Dec 24, 2007 8:06:13 GMT -5
It was as Hase was adressing his wounds that a faint pulse- if anything at all, could be heard. It was barely there- a milimeter from death kinda thing, but there all the same. Cecil's body was cold and his skin was white, no movements were made and the strips of Hase's shirt that he put on the boy to help the wounds had no blood spots for the body didn't need it anymore. Or did it?
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