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Post by demonfire on Nov 27, 2007 19:01:01 GMT -5
Breen exited Vana's body in one long clump as he couldn't take the pain any longer. It became too much to bear very quickly. The soul entered the previous vessel, and now Breen stood, hand wrapped around his stomach as if he was trying to hold in some bleeding wound, although no wound was visible. "Y'know, I've begun to hate you with a rage that should only be put unto Lucifer himself. You should feel proud," Breen said sarcastically. The day Breen lost his fighting spirit was the day that his spirit was gone.
Breen made no move towards anyone, simply studying and recovering. He had dug himself into a deep hole, and now the dirt was piling atop him.
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Post by Arual on Nov 27, 2007 19:44:06 GMT -5
(( FOR PLOT PURPOUSES!!!!! Cecil has to get in a fix with Vana and get the crap kicked out of him, so that things in the DariCecee plot will become gradually up to the right spot!!! Sorry if im killing ideas- but its going to be worth it when you see our ploooot that should be coming up soon )) ((Lacrymosa plays in the background by Evanescence! =D Then Comatose by Skillet plays!))
Cecil's eyes engulfed themselves in flames of hate which his soul had so kindly warmed up to over the long and cold wintery years of his childhood and life.
Out on your own cold and alone again can this be what you really wanted, baby?
He couldn't take it anymore. His black locks floated like they do in anime shows, his power rising more and more. Screw the warning! Her warning was and never could be sufficent enough anymore.
Blame it on me set your guilt free nothing can hold you back now Nothing apparently was working, and their time was running out. Oh God, if there was one... why inflict such pain on Suzume at this time and this moment? Why couldn't it be when she was dead or something, that everything was brought up again? If he said no to her, none of this would have occurred and Suzume would have been safe.
Now that you're gone I feel like myself again grieving the things I can't repair and willing...
Cecil's eyes did not glow, but their crimson color, if looked into close enough, could reflect a fire's flames. "Damn," he thought in a state of helplessness and of rage, "She can't have Suzume! I can't let her!" He watched the doll swarm in. Pain seeped through him, his eyes still blindfolded. The teen was encased in a purpleish and black force of chakra. This was going full throttle whether it cost him everything or not.
I hate living without You Dead wrong to ever doubt You But my demons lay in waiting Tempting me away Oh how I adore You Oh how I thirst for You Oh how I need You Comatose
Could it be......? Of course, but hard to believe in the slightest because of who he was. The glow turned from a purple to a blood red with the black. It thinned out more and you could see something still inside. The blindfold was still on top of his eyes and tied tightly; but something different was in order, and it was not good news for Vana. The kids voice had slightly changed and his form was more lean in height then normal; actually taller to shorten the discription of it all. Cecil's skin had turned black and his hair had blood red streaks going through it, two red on eith sides of his face. He gripped the handle to his katana, and it turned into an even longer sword. This was it- a do or die situation by unlocking this form. It would make him, or surely kill the kid.
((Can you say 'Lvl up?'))
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Nov 27, 2007 19:50:32 GMT -5
"Oh, interesting," Rell exclaimed in soft condescension, though whether this was directed at the doll or Cecil or Breen or any of them was unclear. He was now twirling his umbrella top-like on the ground with one hand, as he often did when there was nothing much to do. His eyes, however, contemplative and dangerous, never left the fight.
"I never said I had a problem with your ears," Hase shrugged. "I don't come from an area of high diversity." The young man shuddered at the appearance of what everyone was calling a 'doll', and one of his hands dipped unconsciously towards the knife in his belt (one of two). "What's that supposed to be, besides a small fortune in ink costs?"
When Cecil fired himself up, Hase smiled slightly. 'There you go, Cecil. Go out and get them!'
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Post by Arual on Nov 27, 2007 20:12:40 GMT -5
www.youtube.com/watch?v=11YgJgTnJbo&feature=relatedCecil's bubble like powersource dissolved back into his skin and into his body once more. The end strips of cloth that went around his eyes blew in the yeilding winds. Cecil, you only need this in life or death situations. If you use it any other way, you could kill yourself without a possible resurection.... if thats possible anymore. Don't blow it all away for granted... this is not a normal jutsu you can always fall back on. This is a desperate, no win trump card. "I guess it's only me left.....Forgive me Senesi," Cecil thought to himself, " but I think this is what you'd call a no win fight." Cecil whispered inaudiable words to the sword he held in his hand, one of a old language and in a native tounge. Hey, ninja need to study more then ninja skills you know.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Nov 27, 2007 20:37:09 GMT -5
Vana coughed up what seemed to be blood, "Oh, don't worry- I am." She smiled, wiping her mouth clean and she seemed rather happy now, if not still slightly annoyed, "Now then, is this going to stay dull, or actually get interesting?" She let her gaze fall upon Cecil. "Don't do anything too drastic, child- you may still have some use, or must the Doll do away with you?"
Ameratsu looked to the dagger on Hase's waist, "It's an elite soldier, the tattoos and the bands they wear are the only things that really keep them under control. They normally look rather delicate and harmless at times, but they're vicious. They may look human enough, but they're just weapons. Humanoid weapons, but weapons nonetheless. Thier most endearing quality being that they absorb the abilities of those they kill. Seeing the injuries this one has sustained, it's probably excelled on the battlefeild for several years. Top class. Dolls are often used as mascots, adopted by battalions of troops or the sort, this one seems to have been given the name 'Soul' no doubt some cruel joke, seeing as Dolls have no soul. Thier only drive is to kill and become more powerful. If we don't get out of here, we all may just die." Ameratsu spoke quickly, wanting to get as much information to Hase in the small window of time before the Doll began fighting, which would be any moment. "Each one of those orbs that are around her represent a fallen enemy, and another power she has." Ameratsu forgot about her leg for a moment and she set it on the ground, only to be greeted by a shock of pain, she winced and pulled herself to Hase in reaction, pulling away from the pain in her leg. She loosened her grip on Hase, though, her face turning to the slightest blush that she herself didn't even notice, her eyes glued to the Doll.
Soul looked from person to person, standing stone still, her stance completely relaxed, for a moment her eyes were fixed on Rell, she blinked twice, though said nothing- she was ghastly silent. She nodded to him, then looked to Vana.
"You may begin whenever you wish." Vana spoke coldly, "But spare the girl. Everyone else is yours." She seemed rather pleased at this moment in time.
Soul's mouth opened only slightly, revealing sharp edged teeth and she made no movements, deathly still, she looked at nobody and made still no sound, she was selecting a victim, scrolling through her possibilities one by one. Calculating precisely.
"We need to leave." Tsubame spoke, obviously worried, she looked from person to person, wondering if they'd be able to fight the Doll. "Breen, Cecil, Ameratsu, Shiro, Everyone! We need to leave!" she shouted now. Her eyes wide.
"No, not yet." Vana spoke, too kind for her intentions. "The fun is only just about to begin."
"She's right, you know." Donna nodded. Letting only Hase and Rell see her now, Breen could hear her... but not see her. What? It made things interesting.
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Post by Arual on Nov 27, 2007 20:46:00 GMT -5
Cecil had a spine-tingling cynical laugh emerge from within him, "Drastic? You may be making a understatement about me on that one. As for going with you, in your worthless dreams, Vana." he told her, his head telling him to get out of there and be smart; but his body acting more to his feelings and impulse.
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Nov 27, 2007 22:36:59 GMT -5
"Wow," Hase said, surprised. "It makes Hitler seem like a toddler." He laughed softly. "She should kill me, and gain my amazing lackey powers," he smirked. He buckled slightly at Ameratsu's unexpected weight but straightened up just as quickly, not thinking anything of it. He was pretty much over the 'I'm touching a girl' embarrassment after holding her for ten minutes with his head to her breast trying to figure out if her heart was still beating. She was hurt, and there were other things to worry about. 'For this is all a dream we dream one afternoon' sang the Grateful Dead in his mind. If only, if only.
Rell noticed Soul's nodding and he inclined his head once in its direction lifting his fingers off of the handle of his umbrella momentarily as salutations. 'Everyone else is yours'. That seemed to imply he was involved now. Well, he'd wait to see how things went. If Cecil was finally going to die, that was something worth waiting to watch.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Nov 28, 2007 20:31:05 GMT -5
(When the sun shines, we’ll shine together, told you I'll be here forever, said I'll always be a friend, took an oath I'ma stick it out till the end, now that it's raining more than ever know that we'll still have each other You can stand under my umbrella, under my umbrella ella ella eh eh eh...
What? I had to say it! :3 Sorry, Rell.)
Donna hummed the song Under My Umbrella by Rihanna for some odd reason.
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Post by demonfire on Nov 28, 2007 20:46:27 GMT -5
"Sometimes I tremble like a little child; their faces mourning with a broken smile. Sometimes I crumble when the shades unfold; sometimes I feel like I could rule the world," Breen sang. Rule the World was sure strange to sing at this moment, huh? Well, his mind was already insane enough. "I still want you guys to go. Nothing this bitch could do to me is worse than Hell," Breen said. He had never been to Hell, but the demon soul fused inside him sure had, and those memories still haunt him to this day. He acted as if he were injured, but no visible sings were present. Regardless, he assumed a boxing-like stance as he prepared for whatever was about to happen next.
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Post by [.karasu.] on Nov 29, 2007 18:58:06 GMT -5
Shiro held his ground when the doll arrived, really not having any other choice, and answered with reluctant firmness to Suzume. "No," he stated with uncharacteristic harshness. "I can't leave just yet." Maybe someone that knew him would begin to catch on and figure that Shiro literally couldn't leave, not without his sword. His eyes locked strongly onto Tsubame's for a moment or two before returning to Vana and Soul with their usual calm assessment. 'Well... Cecil is exceedingly powerful... an attack like that probably won't leave him in the best of conditions when it's over...'
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Post by Arual on Dec 1, 2007 12:49:06 GMT -5
Cecil stood there, trying to make a plan when something rang inside him. His black and red locks blew in the dusty winds as he stood there almost as nonchalantly as Rell had been.
"What?" he thought, hearing a menicing laugh echo in his head. "This is a joke, right? A kid like you summoning me for something as dumb as that?" "She's not easy for me, if you want to put it that way. And think about it- if I'm that weak, how could I have possibly summoned you at all?" "Psh, keep saying that to yourself kid." "The faster you help me, the faster you leave. Look at it that way then." "Ugh, you're worse then that Dali kid I was summoned forth by ages ago..... though the situation seems pretty worthless in itself." "My friend is becoming a faint memory locked inside hell soon if you don't help me out. You'll only hear more mushy crap that I don't use, but I'll say it just to piss you off." "It ain't that easy to convince me- but I'll pass on your pathetic threat. As you said- the sooner I get done the sooner I leave." "Thought so."
He waited for Vana's reply, not about to let her slip away after all this time... after what she did- he had just done.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Dec 1, 2007 18:24:19 GMT -5
"So you've decided to actually fight, then? Might be interesting to see exactly what's being dealt with here." She flicked her wrist and the weapon in her grasp glistened, she then looked to Breen. Really, this was going to be an amusing course of events. "Because I hope you weren't fighting before..." she smirked, she wanted to see this, draw out the boy's power and potential, see it to it's fullest and take total advantage of it for the duration of the battle before it wore off. She also wanted to find out why there was such a sudden change in the one boy, Shiro after the weapon had been picked up- it may prove to be a useful fact... she would find out soon enough.
Soul looked calmly from person to person, she looked towards Breen, as if deciding he'd do for a first opponent. She walked towards him at a rather relaxed pace. She carried no expression of feeling, cold as stone and from her chest the word 'SOUL' continued to bleed from the scraggly letters. She walked with an ethereal grace, ready to run in any direction, ready for combat at any time. "Fight." She spoke, her voice unusually quiet, the slightest rasp in it as if she had a cold or something of the sort. She stood there, plaintatively watching Breen, waiting for him to move into combat.
Ameratsu was getting frustrated now, she couldn't sit here and be an encyclopedia or something, she had to fight or something. This wasn't right, this wasn't right at all, she looked towards Hase to see if he might have any possible suggestions. "You said your friend could heal me?" She asked him, genuine intrest in the proposition showed in her voice. There was gonna be a big battle and she wanted in. Dolls don't just show up anywhere, y'know.
Donna continued to hum to herself before looking to Rell, "You know, Rell... if this was an anime... there would be a million AMVs of you and the song Under My Umbrella. Which is hilarious." She nodded matter-of-factly.
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Post by Arual on Dec 1, 2007 18:42:04 GMT -5
"Im getting bored, and this woman is no threat to me so-" "Hey, you agreed and I'm not letting you leave until you do." "Fine, damn idiots." (that was inside Ceecees head- for all those who didn't get it. But yeah)
"My apologies," he said sarcastically, "I promise to be more amusing this round." He readied his sword, a game plan in three different possible problems and solved it with a solution. He added a few more with that doll being there to complicate things. Cecil took the blindfold off to reveal his eyes in their blood hued glory. The teen was ready; ready for death, for vitory, for surprise.... for whatever was about to happen. He had to be or it would never work and Suzume would be gone forever.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Dec 1, 2007 18:53:35 GMT -5
"Well then, you lovely little youth. You make first move." She waited for the game to start, her hands tight on the handle of the katana in her grip. She hadn't even taken a stance, she just waited, as did the doll- it was odd how they both seemed so nonchalant about fighting. They had been trained for this, of course- it was thier lives. Peace would never reach these lands with so many people like this. And so history would be written with war, even with this small group, bringing more battles to the torn land. The conflict here would do no good to the people that the party would leave behind, it would bring more oppression. A new leader brings newer, higher standards, and a disgruntled Vana brings harsher punishments.
Suzume knew the whole story. It was all happening over and over again. This time, though... she hopefully wouldn't be around for the consequences.
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Post by Arual on Dec 1, 2007 19:06:20 GMT -5
Cecil gave a smirk to the ability to make the first move. He made not a single flinch and a extremely thick fog started to invade the battleground; after it reached that state he flashed in his charge, at a rate to make him in no way visible. "I just need to make sure that doll doesn't get ahold of me in the slightest." he thought to himself as he left a distance between himself and the oponents locations. However, the gap made no difference to the attack or the reach of it, it actually helped it if anything. He swung his katana at Vana's body, the swipe silent and deadly as the black flames burned in all their wonder and power.
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