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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Nov 21, 2007 23:15:28 GMT -5
Donna snuck up behind Hase with a violin in hand, "Any requests, then?" she asked with a smile on her face. She nodded as she held the violin up so she could play it, "The only problem here being that I can't play the violin worth beans..."
Ameratsu looked towards Hase, obviously not trusting him too much, "And let me guess, you're the one who effing kicked me, right? And the question here is whether or not you're sided with Vana or not." she sighed, trying to stand up, but she collapsed onto her broken leg with a wince, "dammit..." she muttered under her breath, obviously not going to bring herself to ask Hase for assistance.
"You wouldn't make an offer with me gaining everything. There'd have to be something I'm unaware of. Tell me, or no possibility of a deal." Vana narrowed her eyes at Breen, obviously not trusting him at all. What? She was part of a military dictatorship- trusting people wasn't something she normally did.
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Post by demonfire on Nov 21, 2007 23:22:44 GMT -5
"Believe it or not, but the process to becoming purely a soul is a painful one indeed, but once it happens, bada bing, your done. It involves sort of a death and then rebirth, as it would be called," Breen said. It wasn't really a rebirth, more like you trying to claw your way out of Hell. "Despite how it sounds, it's not that complicated. But I guess if immortality doesn't suit you then I could just kill Suzume right now and then get her suffering over with."
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Nov 22, 2007 0:18:10 GMT -5
(Those who do not wish mental damage do not have to read this. You have been warned.)
Hase nearly jumped out of his skin with Donna behind him, and he wheeled around. "Ha ha. So funny," he muttered, turning back to Ameratsu. He decided to keep a better reign on his thoughts from that point on. Llama. Llama llama llama. What the hell was that? Why llamas? Whenever someone tries to think of nothing, they always seem to think of something. Like llamas, whatever. And now he was staring out into space, with a pissed off chick waiting for him to answer.
"I don't know who Vana is, I'm pretty sure I didn't kick you, and until a minute ago I was pretty sure you were dead and was trying to keep you from rotting in a gutter." He winced as he saw her leg bend at an odd angle when she tried to rise. "Hey, be careful, will you? Just sit down, you obviously aren't going to contribute much to the fight over there." Llama. My. God. WHY LLAMA? Why not brownies or something useful, like quantum physics. And here boys and girls we have sub-sub-atomic particles. They are called quarks and come in six fashion designer colors, and are called up, down, top, bottom, strange, and charm, but don't worry, these colors and characteristics have absolutely nothing to do with them. In fact, they're only a theory made by a scientist on speed, but you better memorize them for your next test. Why was he thinking these things? Llamas were almost more useful than quarks. People that used magic used science instinctively, electrons and crap besides, so it didn't matter. Wait, maybe magic was made of quarks. That would be a strange quark, there. Ha. Ha. Ha. Wall, head, now. "I'm losing my mind," Hase sighed, slamming his forehead against the grimy stone wall once or twice. What was he now, Dobby? Harry Potter sir, let me self mutilate for you sir, I have sinned against you sir, and now the whip!
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Nov 22, 2007 1:22:35 GMT -5
"I have to fight." Ameratsu frowned, a look of defiance on her face, "I can't just sit here and do nothing!" she shook her head, her eyes narrowed. She made another attempt at standing and the same result occurred, she winced and looked at Hase. "Okay... I need a bit of help." she sighed and crossed her arms over her chest, she looked towards the fight, obviously she was rather unhappy with herself. Her amber eyes flashed light for the faintest moment, "Though you seem to need a bit more help than the average person, anyways." she chuckled as she looked at the ground, a smirk on her face. "Llamas?" she asked, laughing in disbelief. "Boy, oh boy... aren't you a peice of work."
Donna chuckled before whispering to Hase, "Yeah, one thing that Vana can't even take- Ameratsu has her moments, she can read minds and see the future... but only in short little spurts... and they only happen when the roleplayer sees fit." She nodded, a broad, straight line smile on her face. "oh... and talking to me too much wouldn't be wise." Donna snapped her finger and she kinda poofed to the other side of Hase, "Because Ameratsu isn't exactly able to know that I'm here right now... so you'll seem more insane than she already thinks you are." she nodded, sitting on the ground, just watching the situation.
"See, the thing you don't understand is that I'm nigh close to immortality anyways... and it's not like you or I would kill Suzume. Knowing exactly what she is, which I can only assume is the case with you as well." Vana nodded, holding The Eighth Tail defensively, it really was a beautiful sword. She kept her smile on her face and looked towards Tsubame, "And what exactly is it that you intend to do?" she asked, a mocking expression on her face, "Worthless..." she shook her head, she actually sounded dissapointed.
Tsubame let the slightest growl resonate in her throat, her eyes narrowed, and fists tightened at her sides, 'Worthless, you little bitch..." she spoke between clenched teeth and was obviously rather annoyed, being powerless wasn't something she was used to.
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Post by Arual on Nov 22, 2007 7:57:42 GMT -5
"That's it!" Cecil barked angrily. He swiped his dagger (the one with poison, but they can't know that^^) across Vana's face in attempt to possibly blind her- even if it was temporary. Then Breen and the others could help as well. He had enough of this Vana chick, and showing his powers or not, he was going to do the best he damn well could to save his friend. THAT was final.
A flash came about his mind, the boy himself only having had this problem once before; and long ago it was. He saw Vana somewhere from her past, laughing menically. The vision only made Cecil's anger more obvious, and his blood red colored eyes narrowed into slits practically, the blindfold losing it hold around his face.
"Llamas?" he also thought at hearing the conversation Hase had had over there not too far from him.
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Post by demonfire on Nov 22, 2007 9:57:25 GMT -5
"But you can still die," he said to Vana. "As opposed to me. I dare you to try," Breen said, an insane flicker appearing in his eyes. He already had his ace in the hole, that being him pulling a Voldemort and had his soul split in various places. Breen spit at Vana, making sure to make it a good phlegmy one. "You see, once you escape from the cold grip of death once, your free forever more. But now I see with even more belief--which I thought was impossible--how much of an arrogant bitch you are. You're the real demon that plagues the land, even worse than some of those hell-spawn."
"And to that I say, in pace requiescat," Breen said sarcastically with an evil smirk. The metal tops of the gloves began to randomly shift around until they desired claw-like form was reached, and in which point he decided to help Shiro and Cecil. He ran forward on the opposite side of Vana that Cecil was, and attempted to both cut her neck open and the sword from her very hand with the knife gloves.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Nov 22, 2007 12:22:01 GMT -5
Vana dipped back, away from the blade swung at her face, "Your powers of self control are astounding" She easily brought the sword up to block Breen's oncoming attack, her center of gravity lowered and she easily moved about. She had spent her life since she could remember last, training for combat- this was easy.
Tsubame dashed foreward, ready to sweep her feet accross the ground in an attempt to knock Vana to the ground, her small form nimble, though still she wished this whole ordeal with memories and the sort. She was certainly weaker like this, and it was irritating.
Vana easily avoided the attack, kinda saddening that her opponent's perfectly executed attack would be worthless because her legs were too short. "Someone tell me, what ever did happen to Suzume? Last I recall she wasn't so... small..." it really was an odd occurance, last she saw Suzume, she had to have been atleast eighteen, now the person was just a child. It was puzzling.
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Post by Arual on Nov 22, 2007 13:11:03 GMT -5
Cecil admitted to himself many times that he could be amazingly naive, and of course, a few other things; but what good was a whole life of constant struggle and work when it didn't mean crap against the person you're fighting? No. He was never going to back down as long as he had to. It was the way he trained himself, even with his vengance under lock and key now. The most important thing right now was his friend Suzume, his older brother would have to wait.
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Post by [.karasu.] on Nov 22, 2007 13:54:12 GMT -5
((Oh noes!! Evil Vana lady stole Shiro's fire >3))
Shiro watched the scene scrutinizingly, always throwing glances at his own sword which he was unable to obtain at the moment. He threw Breen an odd, 'you wanna bet?' look when he made the lack of power comment, but did nothing. 'This battle isn't particularly moving anywhere...' But then, of course, with the horrible luck of irony, it did move; for Shiro at least. Vana retrieved his sword. The shift of power was immediate and discernible. He could feel it. His power was no longer his own, he was merely the vessel which would be used to administer it.
When Vana blocked Cecil's attack, Shiro's eyes flashed white before he closed them quickly, hoping no one- meaning Vana- would notice. 'Maybe she didn't notice...' Perhaps because everyone was so focused on attacking and defending, Vana wouldn't notice that when the blades made contact, a white, almost invisible shield, of energy spread out from the Eighth Tail. How could he let this happen? Shiro had never lost ownership of his sword before. Shiro's expression shifted into something not often seen on his calm face, and it was directed toward Vana. It was a look of concern and scrutiny that seemed to say 'You don't know what you can do with that.... do you?', hoping the answer was no.
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Nov 22, 2007 14:42:46 GMT -5
Hase turned around and flattened himself against the wall, staring between Donna and Ameratsu with helpless exasperation. "Why is everyone reading my thoughts?" he exclaimed towards the sky... to God, he supposed. If anyone had a right to his thoughts, he supposed it was God. To hell with all these other people people.
"The real question is, who would want to?" Rell chuckled. Hase spared him a dark glare before giving his attention back to Ameratsu. And to make it best, now Ameratsu apparently couldn't see Donna, if she was even telling the truth this time. Yay.
"You'll only get in the way," Hase advised her bluntly. Nevertheless, he carefully grabbed her arm around his shoulder and hauled her to her feet... or foot, at this point. It wouldn't be wise to put her weight on the other one. "and I don't have any healing magic or any of that crap. Rell could heal you in a second, but the side effects really aren't worth it. Believe me."
"This fight really isn't going anywhere, is it?" the demon asked rhetorically.
"I think the main problem is that they're screwed and the tall chick is messing with them," Hase responded, casting a pensive look at the battle again. "Do you have any idea of her weaknesses?" he asked, directing the question to Ameratsu. Because if Rell knew, he still wouldn't tell him. What would be the fun in that?
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Nov 22, 2007 22:10:56 GMT -5
"Shiro!" Suzume shouted, still confined at the moment. Her eyes were wide and she looked towards Ouwashi, "I-I think that's his Hisho no Tama!" She said, her ears drooping "Look at him!" Suzume slumped to the ground, "This is all my fault... Ameratsu is hurt, Shiro is in trouble... I shouldn't have wanted to come here in the first place, Akira was right."
"Of course she was, and I'd have to say that this is certainly an amusing affair." Ouwashi nodded, a smile on her face, her fangs exposed.
"You think if I knew then I would have kept it a secret?" Ameratsu asked, obviously somewhat annoyed, "Weaknesses aren't something that they like to let everyone be aware of. Nobody knows anything about it." her feline ears drooping and her black tail hung limp. She looked at Hase, "Thanks for the help, though... I guess..." she seemed almost pained to thank someone, she really didn't normally get help from others so it was just awkward for her.
Vana paused, her eyes falling upon Shiro, "A problem? You don't nearly seem quite as active as your friends... and that glaring is quite unbecoming. Is there something you wish to tell me?" she laughed, finding that there was something going on she was unaware of, sensing that she might use it to her own advantage.
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Post by [.karasu.] on Nov 23, 2007 1:07:12 GMT -5
Shiro's mind seemed to snap back to attention and the 'look' returned to his usual calm expression. "If there was something I wished to tell you, believe me, you'd hear it." His brown gaze remained locked onto Vana's, being forced not to look at his sword. He did glance down at it once, but... could that be enough to clue Vana in? Probably not... hopefully not. 'She does not seem to know, yet at least... but how much longer can she be kept in the dark? I need to get The Eighth Tail back somehow...' But of course, with a problem as great as this, with Shiro being left basically powerless, what was he to do?
Though his mind raced with worry and an ominous vibe, Shiro appeared almost completely calm on the outside. Almost, that is, except for his hands, which were balled tightly into fists until his knuckles were white.
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Nov 23, 2007 23:32:21 GMT -5
(Very short post xD)
"No problem, I guess. You seem nice enough for a chick with weird ears," he smiled. The smile was short lived, considering the seriousness of the battle going on, but Hase did try to make the best of things.
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Post by demonfire on Nov 24, 2007 10:08:26 GMT -5
"Rell, that may be the only thing you and I ever or will agree on," Breen said as he stared at Vana, just trying to determine how to hit her. He had a mental argument inside his head with himself, the thing he was debating against hurt like hell, almost literally. Breen decided against it, but then as he saw the strange connection between the sword and Shiro, he had a selfless moment, shall we say. His black soul came out of his body, but to the unaided eye it would have seemed like it wasn't going as fast. However, it was coming out just as fast, this because it was split into parts, millions of little parts. And Breen was screaming, screaming from pain for probably the second time in his life, the first being when he first executed the move.
The soul finally completely exited the body, and even though he no longer was in a corporeal form, you could still hear it, as if it was always there. It snaked its way into Vana. The soul entered through her mouth and nose, and then the fun began. Inside her mind, beneath the one soul screaming, was the thoughts and consciences of millions of other Breens. Now he was willing it out, but the longer he stayed like this the harder it was to get back. And even then the scars still burned for days, weeks, or even months. But it was all part of the job in Breen's mind. He guessed maybe a little over one minute. That was all he had, and anything past that would be asking for death.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Nov 27, 2007 16:11:21 GMT -5
"So you have a problem with my ears?" She asked, a defensive edge in her tone and she watched the battle while she spoke, she would guess that Vana was in trouble for the first time in quite the number of years, which normally would make someone happy... but nobody is quite sure what a cornered animal will do.
Vana laughed, "You really think that this will hinder me in the capture of what I need?" She inquired to the group, "I just require a bit of assistance." Her hand glowed for a few moments, and a figure began making it's way towards the group.
Obviously female, she seemed to be dressed rather oddly and perhaps rather lavishly for such a place. As she walked, it was visible as she neared that her right leg was fake, cracked and mended in the center, and like everything else, it had it's odd sense of style to it. The leg was nothing compaired to her right arm, though. It was bulky, heavily muscled, and a dark midnight blue, an eye imprinted on it's palm. On her upper arm was an odd armband, a chain attached to it that ran to a matching band on her neck. Her silver gray hair whisped in her face which was heavily marked, intricate shapes around her right eye, her eyes the most beautiful of serene blue. The hair whipped about, and it revealed a marking, underneath her neckband she had the word, 'SOUL' etched into her skin and it bled horribly. Her ears were like demon wings, heavily peirced and extended outwards, giving an elven appearance to her and next to her odd ears were long, straight horns of spiraling design. On her back were wings, to the left it was the classic white feathered wing, but to her right were what seemed to be the wings of a dragonfly.
On every visible part of her skin, a tattoo could be seen. In a land like Virisea, tattoos meant one thing- control.
Dust stirred at her feet, blowing southward as she walked calmly to the group, an unearthly beauty stung to her, biting the air as she drew ever closer to the group, an ally to Vana, an enemy to all else.
Tsubame's eyes went wide, she wasn't sure if anyone else understood what this thing that approached them was. Tsubame clenched her fists and teeth, preparing herself- readying herself for something... though what it was is fairly unknown.
As the being continued with her walking, orbs became visible, and in the orbs you could see the faces of people, thier expressions still in death, quiet and placid. Some in better condition than others, a few completely torn from some kind of attack or another, unrecognizeable. There were hundreds of them, showing nothing but death.
"Vana summoned a doll?" Ameratsu shook her head, her ears were held up, alert and her hands shook slightly, "I've never seen one face to face before..." She whispered now, hushed as she looked about for possible exit routes. Obviously she and Tsubame were aware of things that nobody else knew.
Donna smiled, "Now... things get interesting."
(the Doll is courtesy of me getting really bored in Math Class and having time to draw, and I just started adding things to it with the song Evil Angel looping through my head. lawl)
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