The Witches Circle – Oridin’s Cottage : PD

Continuing from Helter Skelter, Oridin is notified of the dangerous event taking place in Witches Circle.  Will Esme and Oridin reach it in time?  (Fantasy RP)

 

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Oridin’s Cottage

Oridin Lexington:”’zzzzzzzzzzzzzz….. mm…… Huh ? ”

– The Male awoke to the sound of banging on the door of his cottage ; it would seem as if something was going on that was of major importance that even he a lowly mage apprentice would be called out . He rolled himself off of his bed and quickly went to put some clothing on , with the hoping that it wouldn’t take so long to do so without missing out on something that may happen in the instance between him waking up and him making it to the scene of importance. From the voice he’s heard and the thing’s he’s assuming by those words it would seem something did happen. The Blonde Male had nothing else to do but dart out of the door and follow Esme to where they had to go . When he had appeared to Esme Oridin was adorned in his standard mage gear ; holding onto his rapier adorned with a wand as it’s edge , odd in a sense but practical in the hands of a wizard.-

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Oridin Lexington : ” What’s going on ? ”

 

Sieg:

 

The Witches Circle.

 

Grey nearly cringed at the moment that he noticed he didn’t came here alone, not actually expecting Beel to be able to have some sort of connection that allowed him to follow them when he used his chaos control to get out of the throne room, so it was easy to expect, that he was taken by surprise when he saw that hand moving his way trying to grip him, moving out of the way as he could but only gaining because of this losing his hat and a few hairs that got caught in the powerful grip, something that caused him to growl as Beel as he positioned himself a bit back, glaring towards the Prince as it seemed like his gaze moved from him to the hat that he had left behind…and he did not looked amused nor scared, he wanted to rip his head off his shoulders

Give it back…give it back or else I will punch you in the soul and squeeze your damned heart!

Grey held very few valuable objects, that hat that may have seemed ridiculous was one of them because it worked well to distract people from the scars on his face, aswell as hide what seemed to be marks of stitches that ran across his forehead. The Frankenstein creature was well aware of it’s looks, and despite he mostly did not cared for them that hat held enough value for him to openly threaten a possible future client that way…with a threat that would seem empty until the moment he reached inside of his coat, noticing the new arrivals but also not caring for them at this very moment

And I hope you enjoyed it…because that’s the last thing I will make sure you taste unless you give me back my bloody hat

He may have not looked threatening towards Beel, given that he was an Archdemon and also a Prince of Hell why would he be in fear of a simple undead without soul, even if he weilded that energy? Even if he could hold himself in a fight, he did not seemed a threat at all towards him…at least perhaps…until the moment he took those golden knuckles out. Holy words and blessings were recieved by that golden metal long ago, before and after it was molded into what seemed to resemble a pair of brass knuckles that he had placed on as he got into stance, his eyes fixated on the giant demonic being before him as the very strange presence came from the knuckles. It was holy, pure…a thing that on contact would basicly give any creature of unholy origins a really bad time if it touched them…making it the more stranger why an souless being, an undead, had them with him

I’m going to show this guy…nobody interrupts me during works and threatens to make me lose money…and above all takes my hat! Who does he thinks he is!?

His anger and his focus on this object he held so dear made him lower his guard, not notice the lost soul that sought him out of everyone here as a vessel until it was too late. The next thing he knew was that a deep pain appeard on his chest, as if a needle made of ice went through his chest slowly and began moving inside of him. He felt invaded, and nearly for a moment lost before he just shook his head and focused back on Beel as he still remained with his hands up, as the holy knuckles glew with in the light from that place. But despite the appearance he putted up, he could notice something strange happend. For instance he could notice somebody else there, a figure of a female, one that he found odd not by looks but by the sensation caused within when his eyes settled on her, at least on the shape she took, only visible for a few selected ones from which he was part of. He was about to say something, to question it’s presence…but yet before he got into it something interrupted his thoughts and it was the conversation the onlookers had

Uh…

With his body somewhat sensitive from what had happend, and the annoyance from the fact Beel was not only making his job harder but also the fact that he might accidentally have snatched his hat…Mr. Wattson was not in the mood to hear them arguing among themselves while they left him to his fate against the empowered prince. But he tried to endure it…count to five as he tried to focus on Beel for a moment until finally he felt as if a vein was about to pop on his head. Unable to endure their conversations anymore, the undead roared at them, using all the power in his lungs and all his self control to not jump and them and make them silent himself

Shut up!! Unless you going to do something more constructive than to stand there like morons and talk among yourselves, then shut the hell up!

It was unwise to talk to a witch or a warlock like this, with such disrespect, but like all undeads much was taken from his life, enough for him not to care about those consequences as he focus turned over the possible hostile right now, as again he got himself on guard in case he tried to get close. He honestly didn’t knew if he would even be a match for him in his current state, even if a single touch from his knuckles would make Beel think about Grey’s ancestors when he was cursing his mother for giving birth to him, he was honestly unsure if he could hold himself in a fight against him right now, in Beels empowered state. But it was a fight that the Prince picked upon touching that accesory of his. Of course, an added difficulty would be battle with this magic users arguing among each other aswell as with that strange feeling dwelling within his chest. It was strange he knew…but he could swear that it was almost like if something was turned on inside, like if that candle that long ago died out inside of him suddenly was there again, a light not dying in the hands of death but being new, almost like if it did not belonged to him. It was almost like if again a soul was inside, but the possibility itself was ridiculous right? In the end he was an undead…for that to happend a…

Wait a…

He eyed the body quickly, paling in realization of what maybe just happend as he felt his stomach twisting in itself. It couldn’t have, he refused to believe it because the thought itself sickened him to no end…it had to be his imagination even if his mind told him otherwise. It was a mistake, an after effect from that thing he smoked in the last bar he was at…because there was no way it could have happend, right? Of course it couldn’t…because if it just happend…if that girl’s soul invaded his body he would be able to see her going through his own memories right?…wait, why was he taking that horrid possibility into account?! Yeah, it was horrid for him, in the end he did not wanted anyone to invade his privacy to such a deep level!…it was like having someone violating you on the most primordial level of your being…no, it couldn’t be, it surely was his imagination…or…was it?

Great googly moogly it’s all gone to shit…

Zetta:

The Witches Circle.
The air that passed by was not normal, it was filled with mystical influences, Beelzebub knew this not for fact. But from the difference in scent, wherever he had been transported to was certainly of a different nature from Hell. Knowing not a way to return he decided that a method was necessary to thrive here and return to face that purple-haired menace with Eren at his side. As of now though it would be difficult to do so, princess in his arms there was an arising need to identify the truer status of Sayaka. There was an unknown factor which had presented itself however, as the neurax worm felt the body leave unconsciousness and enter a comatose suddenly. As if there simply was no one left in the building, caught within a panic it had activated transcendence, but with no thoughts to possibly oppose it, the worm amassed total control of the body. It had enough time though run over 40% of it’s host’ brain, a method to survival, from the time it had planted itself within her mind it was learning more rapidly. Sending these thoughts to Beelzebub himself, alerting him to whatever made Sayaka an individual had left, The worm was hosting a body devoid of it’s own thought and thus could act on it’s own will, nevertheless it was now faced with a new problem.

The body it controlled, it’s last subconscious thoughts were of it’s own form potentially crumbling at the seems. For now it was merely sleeping, keeping it’s strength together to focus on staying alive. As it was matter once more, it could now succumb to weakness and die.. Pests filled the area around the two royals, probably friends of the boy who brought them all here.. That moment the Dark One and his group of women approached the prince, stating quickly that the body in Beelzebub’s arms was a snack. “Wrath, or Pride, it doesn’t matter..” He said lowly, in a grumble, because anyone could be snack to him. Beelzebub took pride in his victories, each one just brought him closer and closer to the belief that he was simply to be given everything he wanted. An enemy may overwhelm him temporarily, but just like Sayaka, they would inevitably meet their doom. He had dispatched of her quickly “She was done in less than 5 minutes..” 5 minutes from her assassination attempt the girl was finished, and she had not even been able to reveal her full power before he put her out. Too bad she was so thoughtless as to challenge the prince known for his hunger to an eating contest.

These conversation were in-between minutes, but provided the unconscious princess to regain itself, already the possessor had managed to read over 60% of it’s hosts memories. It had gained access to the hereditary Flames of Wrath, as well as knowledge of what the body was physically capable of.. Still it had not yet covered the means to enhancing the body even further, or the images within that gave the appearance of Sayaka in a different form.. Around the two was becoming uncomfortable, one woman had questioned the man he met back in Hell’s Kitchen with persistent questions and then accusations. Speaking as if it was the one called Shamus’ intention to lead the glutton prince into taking the Right Hand of Doom.. But wasn’t it his come-up to have gained an item with only having to kill another Prince as a stipulation?.. Beelzebub would just listen in, until the female had reached a finalized point of anger. Worry taking over her expression as the ground itself began to glow, it had been some time after since his own massive body made contact with the floor beneath. However this was not due to him, some outside force not spoken for just yet, he was clueless towards it’s origin. Without clear understanding of how he had even gotten here, he acknowledged this time here as what it was to be in a bad position..

Even with that though, “She and I were brought here without a word, where’s our ride outta here?” He asked the Dark One. Perhaps he could offer some guidance in this peril… Still in it’s rather mangled state, the creature shouted for the being it had always been a part of:. “Beelzebub, I need you!” With majority of it’s physical energy wiped, as well as it’s own new-found reserves of power gone, it’s form would rapidly deteriorate quickly now. When Beelzebub questioned it telepathically, it stated that it was going to die soon without the power that the body was accustomed to always holding. To which the prince allowed his aura to return, expelling all of the Flames of Wrath within his body, finally ridding of the burning feeling inside of him. Meanwhile, the worm within would find the means to preserving Sayaka’s body, absorbing all that it’s controller dished out. A process which took a full minute Her presence would seemingly return then, awoken from death, spreading it’s eyes wide as the worm barely felt the dryness of eyeballs. Had not even felt it directly, but through it’s impregnation of the brain could identify when any specific nerve was being affected by an outside presence.

This was how it could feel the body succumbing to an implosion or explosion, as well as how it knew that it was alone now.. Typically the creature was incapable of emotions, but had been introduced to a flood of all that an individual was capable of. Result being a deeply conflicted being, one that only knew of it’s time safe within Beelzebub and the abilities of it’s new host, so as it’s eyes opened, the creature threw itself at the glutton prince. Ignoring the voices around it which called out the name of it’s host to lock lips with Beel. In a make-out session, before the body reacted on it’s own, towards a familiar voice calling on it. This became the moment where the creature allowed itself to merge with what it was Sayaka, and adopt her unto itself… Herself. “You are…” Locking eyes with the dashingly dressed female. “Kat.” Spoke the indoctrinated Princess of Wrath.. Now it would appear that the other male was finally prepared to fight back, Beelzebub had a hat in his palm, which seemed to irk the intruder even more than what he said prior.. Instead of bickering with him though, he would simply show him up in return for the invasion on his castle. “I want to go home.” Therein absorbing Sayaka’s body whole, with no opposition from the awakened body she was gone in seconds. The resulting mass would be the first example of a powerhouse, full combination of two princes…

Beelzebub stared down at the boy, his eyes flaming with wrath, a glowing red aura to mark assimilation over his upper-half. What he felt burning within before was now gone, a result of now having the entirety of the princess within him except for her soul. The gluttonous prince did not make a single move, merely staring the other male down. “You will take me back, or you will be eaten.” A promise if he ever made one, incurred anger could have left him snarling, but he wanted to make a point. Frolicking with these losers was the last thing on his schedule of conquering.

Kiri:
The Witches Circle.
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Sayaka was slowly becoming better at taking on a form for herself for Grey to see, however, she couldn’t do much about the fact that Kat couldn’t do much more than sense her, with her soul now attached to the man she had to find a way to actually get them out of his alive; Beel wouldn’t allow the man to survive even if he did take him back and she knew it, but what could they do? Whatever the man held on his knuckles was definitely eerie, and in her spiritual form the blessed metal still made her shiver at the sight of it, Beel couldn’t absorb something of holy origin without it poisoning and killing him, that was a fool’s decision; the mere touch of that blessed metal would be enough to poison and heavily damage him, he was a demon. Sayaka had already finished taking on a definitive form that Grey could see, but only Grey as Kat was reduced to sensing her as a feline, and with this definitive form Sayaka was gaining an idea.

The air suddenly began to drop in temperature as Sayaka watched Beel take over her body, though that body would never be hers again, and that meant that the Flame of Wrath would be destroyed now that she had been separated from her body in such a manner, it would have been devoured by the chaotic energies and therefore all sources destroyed forever. Sayaka had originally intended to use that flame to find the one who had set the curse upon their family, but this too would have to work out as she had no other alternative, with her anger at Beel doing such a thing to her precious feline servant the air was becoming dangerously cold; everyone would have found their breath to be releasing bursts of steam instead of not, proof that the air was becoming far more on the chilly side of things.

“I don’t know who you are… but I know this didn’t go according to plan, don’t follow his orders! I have a plan!”

Sayaka said this to Grey urgently before he could make a rash decision, and next was sprinting, or rather floating, straight for Kat at the fastest she could move currently until she got used to this; though this wasn’t very fast, and it would have seemed to Grey that she was taking her time. She could hear his thoughts and hadn’t yet realized that she was able to actually read his thoughts and memories and know everything about him, a fact she would learn at a different time as she finally stopped near Kat. Kat would have felt a small wind running just barely over her hair, a whisper in her ear as Sayaka spoke to her, grateful with everything that she was now that her lovely, cheeky little servant was a feline.

“Katrina… Kat… I ended up latching onto the man who brought Beelzebub and I here, however, as you know Beelzebub isn’t happy. I need you to get the other witches here, if that is what they are indeed from what I can tell, to handle Beel so that you, my savior and I can find a necromancer… I need a new body if we are to still hunt down the source of the curse. Please… Kat.”

Razorbackwriter:The Witches Circle.

The wind suddenly rose sharply with excited chatter spreading throughout the vast area that surrounds the Witches circle. None were prepared for the show that was before them, least of all the Dark One, who was actually enjoying what he was seeing. Lavinia was right – everything was off kilter and Shamus couldn’t have been more pleased with this. Its affects like sickening tentacles were even finding their way to the Circle and this was causing upset with those that could not be seen. The ancestors. The whispers were growing louder as the wind picked up. The clouds above rolled over, with the white starting to mix in with the grey and some even turning to black. Cracks of lightning rocketed between the oncoming storm clouds, followed by the rumble and roar of thunder claps. All the witches and warlocks were standing just outside the circle, which itself was now glowing as if the earth was ready to release something that had been held within it’s belly for centuries. The only one that had ventured in was Katrina. Drawn forward by the sight of the body of Sayaka who was at that time being held by Prince of Gluttony. Beyond the circle, the Dark one and Lavinia had been engaged in a bitter argument, but it was now clear to all that the fact that Beel’s presence was not only causing further imbalance, it meant that valuable time was being wasted.

None of this however seemed to matter to Katrina. Her focus was on the body that Beel held, and what it did next left her shell shocked. The cat witch was almost certain that she felt Sayaka’s soul, yet the body…the remaining part of the Princess of Wrath was now awakening. How could that possibly be? And her behavior? To kiss the great lump of a Prince was enough to make bile rise up into the cat’s mouth. Katrina gagged a little, turning her head away and placing a hand up to her mouth as though to stop herself being sick. She only turned back when she heard a voice that came from the body.

“You…are Kat.”

Of course she was bloody Kat. The white of Katrina’s eyes showing and a look of horror on her face. Her head raising slightly as the woman sounded nothing like herself. Where was the fire? Where was her spirit? It was almost as though someone had stuck their fucking hand up her arse and was puppeting her to act and speak. A nasty cat like growl emerged from Kat’s throat, as her tail whipped around behind her. Ears that were usually standing tall were flat against her golden hair. This did not go unnoticed by Lavinia, who had now turned her attention on the spectacle being played out before her. The Witches circle was a place of spiritual significance to the witches and warlocks alike. The disturbance was now engaging forces that none could have anticipated.

The Dark one then started to chant….

~Tick tock tick tock tick tock goes the clock~

It was almost like he was trying to bait the Elder witch, while at the same time reminding the Prince of Gluttony that he was on a quest, and every minute he spent in the Circle, was a lost minute to his search for the heart. A mischievous grin was now spreading on his face as the very air was now ripe with so many voices, and one thing that Shamus was counting on, was playing out right before him.

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The rock that made up the formation of the Witches circle started to rumble, like another earthquake and greater than the force with which Beel’s impact had made. It was enough to have Katrina spin around and see that Lavinia was going into some sort of hypnotic like trance. Her whole body was shuddering and then she took one step into the circle.

“Meow?” Kat had never seen Lavinia like this before. Black shadow forms rocketed out of the circle and then tore into Lavinia’s body – each one hitting her causing her to jolt as though being struck by a force again and again till it settled and the wind suddenly stopped. Lavinia’s eyes were the blackest of black, and you could see the power charging throughout her body. A sickening greenish glow that rose especially from her hands. In behind, the Dark one took two steps back. Oh this was going to be bad. She aimed a hand at Kat, her claws now drawing in as though to catch something, and Kat squeaked loudly as she was picked up by a green beam of light and thrown far out of the circle where she hit a tree and slid down into the brush. Lavinia started to walk through the circle and then her right hand did the same action, only towards Grey, who again she used the force that was the harnessing of the ancestors to snatch and throw the man out the opposite way of the circle. The ancestors wanted them out of the circle. Gone from the site of their most sacred ground.

At last she turned her attention on the one known as Beel. The Prince of Gluttony. When Lavinia opened her mouth, it was not just her voice, but layers of many that spoke through her.

“Begone to the pits of hell, foul creature….LORD OF GLUTTONY!” She had made her mark and each and every witch and warlock, EVEN the Dark one who was trying to resist the strength of Lavinia’s pull on their signature power, was now channeling into her. Like a beacon. A chorus of chants rose up as in the bushes Katrina popped her head up to see that Lavinia was performing a banishment, the reverse of a summons. A large portal appeared behind the Prince that was made especially for him. On the other side was the Kingdom of Gluttony.

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“GO!” Lavinia screamed, engaging the portal’s magic to suck Beel from the circle…..never to return.

The Prince wanted to go home, and she had just provided him with a one way ticket.

Katrina’s head peeked up again, and then she got up onto her feet wobbly. She was unsteady both because of the knock to the head, but also the fact that Lavinia was channeling so much power. It was insane. No one should ever perform such a feat. At that moment Esme ran up to the area where all the witches and warlocks were standing, shaking and their arms stretched out for Lavinia. She had total control, and Esme had reached the site after the banishment had been performed.

“Aunty?” Esme was shocked to see what was happening. “Aunty please?” She cried out only to see the enraged and possessed witch turn around to face her. “Oh fuck….” Esme whispered. Oridin may have caught up by now, and seen the results of the Prince of Gluttony’s impromptu visit. “She’s harnessed the spirits of the ancients.” This…was bad. Very…very bad. Even the Dark one, with all his evil skills and power was no match for her.

Lavinia had been awakened from centuries of slumber. The dark had risen.

With Esme getting Lavinia’s full attention, Katrina skittered along the outer boundary till she found Grey, who had also felt the power of Lavinia’s wrath. She crouched down and whispered.

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“I heard her. I know what to do. Hold my hand.” She reached out for Grey to take it, and if he did the two would blast out from the witches circle grounds bound for a new adventure. ~RB~ 

Hellgate Prison – Shattered Dimensions.

Hellgate Prison  (Adventure Quest)

 

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HellGate’s Theme

Criminals rioting . Villains scheming. The era of peace is slowly ending , are you ready to face Humanity’s demons as they do their best to break free of their confines and once more plague the earth ?

The tower is crowded with the world’s dangerous criminals and is governed by a ever changing realm distortion machine which makes it much larger then what it seems from the outside and due to it there are more ”floors” then it can be assumed. How would one truly find all of the Criminals ? Who knows but allow these Criminals to welcome you to hell.

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– Fighting had gone on for quite awhile , the escaped criminals and those who wished to push them back into their cells. It would seem as if the Criminals held the upper hand and didn’t wield the strength necessary to do their jobs right . It seemed as if this attack was coordinated for quite some time, or possibly the effect of someone strong passing by but due to the fact there was a gaping hole which was not too big nor too little located on the side of the building revealed that it was most likely orchestrated by someone . The hole released large amounts of dark fog……. Who could it have been ? Some people would be able to guess at this point who it could’ve been when they gotten there , but moving on to another area ; a horizontally expansive corridor had shown various criminals and guards clashing with their wills and their anger towards one another ; throwing one another off the railings and plummeting to their doom. But from the highest peak of the chamber a man would plummet straight down and land swiftly on his feet, his aura and presence altogether was clouded in mystery ; as he himself would not show anything but the guise of a Businessman. Because in a sense…………. He was here for just that. Business. –

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”This Period shall soon come to an end , Guards have grown pale in skill and too lax to even put up a decent fight. Why…. do they even try to struggle against impending defeat ? I wonder if there are any true lights in this dark sky who’ll try ? My oh my , maybe it is just a lie. Nonetheless it’s time to finish what I’ve started here..”

– He was wrecking the place , clearly to allow the criminals out but was that his true objective ? Who knew . But this person had to be stopped, otherwise he’ll cause more trouble . But who had the power to put him down ? That was a question that can be pondered for quite some time. But it didn’t stop the fact he could be considered the First Wave of Evil to descend upon this land. –

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Prison Cell Block 2

– Located in a Sandy Region themed Cell block , a certain individual plowed through other people like him who were entrapped and others whose been utterly butchered . Their remains were nothing more then organic jello splattered across the ground –

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Yama :” Looks like we’ve been freed Jule. Lets go see the WORLD ! ”

– With that they began to walk in this lengthy desert , hoping to find out where it was they should head next –

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Cell Block 3

– Located in a Dark and Murky Dungeon themed setting , this block held the naturally disgusting humans of society who did nothing more then just murder people . As it has been assumed, these people are purely human but with the morals of a demon. Two red haired people were the most significant here , one of them walked out of the cell block and smiled all around ; noticing the small numbers of criminals as it’s shown that they’ve been eliminated for the most part. The male took a few steps to the center of the room only to find a long scimitar to be thrown at him from the sky ; a purple haired male who would soon dissappear just as fast.-

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Garudo Lirui : ” Big Brother , when are you going to leave your Cell block ? ”

– The Cell block in which he spoken into had revealed nothing but utter silence , but there was a large amount of bloodpooling out of the darkened cell as beaming eyes could be seen shining out from it.

? ? ? Lirui : ” It’s just not as satisfying. Weak blood is not worth the trouble of spilling..”

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Cell Block 4

– In another Cell block which was fashioned after a valley-like landscape , it seemed to have been littered with bodies as well ; something that could be inferred as the fact there had to be one Majorly power person dwelling here . Who could it have been ? –

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???”…………………..”

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Cell Block 5

– This room had seemed to have been a moderately normal area ; devoid of all life but one . But what was the cause ? It seemed to have been odd considering the area in which it was located, it appeared to be a school building meant for younger minds. Most likely people who were messed up in the head. But clearly there was one who was so ………. different. –

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??? ” [ I AM STILL HERE ] ”

Overall Objective : Stop the Prisoners from Escaping even if it warrants possible death !

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– After a hour or two had passed , they had found themselves at the shore of Hellgate Island. So quiet , but yet anyone with insight could sense the looming evil that came within the prison. Something was going on , something major. Some of the travelers began to cower in hesitance as they begin to doubt their own bravery as well as their fighting power , their tails began to shrink in between their legs to display their sudden cowardice. Some people however did not think the same , they would immediately spring into action from the looks of it. One of the Travelers walked closer to the bridge before it began to lower before speaking in a echoed tone. It was the weird male in a white mechanical suit. –

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? ? ? : ” What is everyone waiting for ? It’s time to show your valor. ”

– The male would leap off the side of the boat and descended before he pressed his feet against the side of the boat and pressed offwards , his body would be sent flying towards the prison entrance as he eventually landed upon the land and began to run towards the entrance. After that from the lower end of the deck another person ended up leaping into the water and being hidden from view, no one would be able to see this person swim . Who would be next to leave ? This Prison is the location in which all the worlds evil has been locked up . Who was truly ready to leap into hell and come out with battle-scars telling of their battle against the corrupted ? Shuzen would slowly lower the bridge with his crew before he himself turned over to give one last message to them before it was time to leave. He did get serious all of a sudden and within his left arm a trident appeared and within the other a orb of pure water appeared , swirling from the transition of gas into liquid . –

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Shuzen :” You all better return alive to vote for me . Got it ? ”Seig:

Hellgate Prison
Red was shadow boxing this whole time, unaffected by the Kitsune that snapped at him and now a bit more cooled down due to his time training in a more secluded part of the ship carrying them…but soon enough the time came…he could feel that energy, that darkness coming from the place they were headed to. He could listen to them, cries of the dead that seemed to pierce his soul with grief…by this point the rabbit went back towards the rest of the group and could only place a hand upon his chest, looking down in respect for those who feel…for those whose voices he could clearly hear

Many have fallen there already…their voices are afraid…the monsters who hurt them are still there

Rabbots might have had steel at one time burned on their flesh, but their connection to the spirits, their sense of justice…no matter the generation, no matter their differences, all of them carried that within them, that spark of heroism. Red opened his eyes, glaring towards the distance as he could notice the fear of many still strong within their soul while he was pulling Bolt on it’s board form from his back. The time has came…and strangely enough despite the clear fear Red felt he also felt courage burning within his very soul. The Death deserved peace, the living hope of survival…and the evil in this prision to go back into the shadows where they came from. He turned to them, towards the weaker, the most scared, speaking out loud almost in a commanding tone

This battle might be hard…and many of us are afraid of what we will find, but make no mistake about something…they will be merciless, and what they did here they will attempt to do on the world, our world…so I say we stop them here, dead on their tracks…and if we lose…then…I say we drag them along with us!

The bunnie did not awaited nor for confirmation from them, he did not wanted to now if his little speech even worked…he knew that surely it did not had the desired effect, but it did not minded, he was going to fight anyways. So he just began running, using all the force contained on his legs to jump up in the air as he took the board that began shifting into a different form. He climbed into Bolt in mid air, turning it on, feeling the engine purring as the energy from the crystal inside caused it to shoot like a speeding bullet, leaving only a red and white blur behind. Jaune knew that leaping into the battle like this was being careless…but he also knew that they had no time to lose…they needed to pick targets, they needed to stop this, and he planned to clean the road the better he could for the others

Hopefully that idiots make it back alive…

The wall was getting close, Hellgate’s shadow was over Red right now as he silently felt the energies around. They were varied, from the lowest to the highest…in a way this made the bunnie relax as he felt like even the weakest of the reinforcements would be able to fight here. Still there was a few powers the frightened him…one in particular. He could hear the voices…again invading his head as they tried to guide him towards this person…towards the location of the massacre it caused

So Cell Block 4 uh?…well…might be worth checking out…

The bunnie decided for once in his life to follow the guidance of the spirits, given that they were so noisy maybe they could for a change be helpful and might be silent if he fulfilled their wishes. And even if they disaproved the use of Bolt with all their might, it was going to be the means he would use to infiltrate the prison…well that and his fist. All he expected now was that he was strong enough to face this upcoming threat…that he had the strength. It was funny that at a moment like this his father’s words, his years of training…all of that came to his mind as a bitter reminder of how he maybe would be not be capable. Yet he shook his head, no time for doubt now…this people needed him, if he could take down this threat himself and nobody got hurt, it all would be worth it

No doubts, no questions…go in, knock the door…and beat that bastard into submission!

He mentally cheered himself as he felt his aura slowly built up and grow as he began picking up the speed, no way in hell he was going to allow anyone to beat him to his destination, not that kitsune, not that armored weirdo…not anyone. He was gonna fight, he was gonna win, he was gonna get paid…and if he survived this he swore on his ancestors grave that he would drink vodka and invite that cute girl he saw on the boat for a date!…well…maybe not so sure about the last one but still…

Kiri:

Hellgate Prison
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The ride from the boat had ended up being . . . rather eventful indeed. Even after having went off on the rabbit-idiot, Kasumi had been a furball of anger for a few minutes thanks to Grant, whom had really gotten on her nerves. Bringing back the allusion of the book, Of Mice and Men, into her head while considering her relationship with Grant as just like that of George and Lennie. She just hoped it didn’t end the same way as it had in the book, boy oh boy would she be both sad and pissed. Especially after everything that had happened. As Kasumi left the ship, she had a rather . . . flushed face, but it was clear that she was still lucid despite the slight buzz in her system. If people had thought that she was going to be going through that voyage without ever drinking they were crazy; except, she had taken a drink of the strongest damnable alcohol on the boat and was a lightweight. God at least she didn’t get hammered, a drunk Kitsune was everyone’s problem.

Kasumi had a serious look on her face finally, dealing with Grant had made her want to get drunk, but there was no telling how that might have turned out from that; after all, it’s not like she has the best cognitive thought to really do anything while drunk, even if all that would be burned out of her system soon enough. Kind of literally speaking at that. With a small look at the rabbit, who seemed that he wanted to play leader, she simply let out a sigh and focused on suppressing her true form and her power at the same time. Man did the buzz make it harder, but that was okay. She was currently too busy with that to notice the aura of her brother behind her, and not far away either, but she didn’t and it was a good thing too; she didn’t need the distractions. She noticed that the male with the watch looked ready as well, huh. At least a few of the people around here weren’t going to be scared the entire time.


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The male with bright scarlet hair had a serious look on his face and within his eyes, for one of the few times that he would whenever you saw him. Typically he had a nice, kind look in his visage that set everyone at ease and helped him negotiate. Though that didn’t always work, but of course the male had always given himself a back-up plan in case of that situation; he’d be a fool not to in all honesty. The male was quiet for a reason, and that reason was the very fact that he was looked up at the prison with a analytic gaze so that he could understand the situation. Well, he would have been had he not seen some male begin to rush on ahead – which is when his form blinked just in front of the male and his bike after a small spark around his feet. Normally, people would have to be worried about something that fast moving towards them at such a high speed, but for this male . . . well it wasn’t much of a deal. His arm snapped out at the last second, grasping the nose of the vehicle when he did and stopping it in its tracks without warning, the force of his hand versus the bike was enough to make anyone’s jaw drop; but this male was dominantly speed and strength based in terms of fighting style. But the best part? His hand wasn’t the only thing at work here, at the moment he was holding it off with his hand yes, but there was a powerful electromagnetic current being emitted from the magic circle on his palm; a lightning based spell which was designed to emit an electromagnetic current that pushed metals away instead of simply attracting. Unlike a normal electromagnetic current however, this one didn’t affect magnetic metals only. The magic circle emitting this was a bright crimson, with a rose insignia in the middle of the circle. The male had his sword drawn, but it wasn’t meant as a threat, if anything it looked more like he was trying to get the male to stop a moment before charging in brashly.

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“Now now, let’s not be hasty. You don’t know what’s in there, and neither do we; fate rewards the courageous and patient, not just the courageous. Introductions must be in order at this point though; my name is Mamoru Gremory, next head of the Gremory Clan and bearer of the Sacred Gear Ragnarok, at your service.”


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Devon wasn’t far behind Kasumi actually, and Eru was right beside him. Devon was tapping his hand against his coat pocket at a rapid rate, causing the letter within to continuously rustle while also tapping his food in a fit of nervous energy stemming from his ADHD. God, when will we be able to get this damnable thing over with? He’d watched the events on the boat unfold from a corner himself, not wanting to involve himself in such things just because he was already uncomfortable enough with being in such a crowd in the first place. No, instead he simply stayed in a corner and relaxed with Eru not far off; in fact even when other women tried to approach him he hadn’t even looked up, he just . . . sat there and looked down with his eyes closed. Devon was a strange one, yes he was indeed, but that was fine also. It helped him stay objective in situations, but also got him into trouble. Honestly it was a surprise in itself.

Razorbackwriter:

Hellgate Prison
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Hellgate Prison

Yes, there were many armed for battle…many that were afraid, some that were pissed off, and others who could have done without the type of antics that Grant displayed. But….did that stop our plucky comic con conventionalist from enjoying his beer?

NOPE.

Coming down the ship plank, Grant was now singing, yes…he was singing. More pickled than a barrel of gerkins, he was hiccuping and saluting the ships officers and crew as he swaggered along. That silly hat still firmly in place. Sure, he never got to use the M&M condoms, but he had a bloody good time. Even with the angry energizer bunny. Kasumi? Well, she was always acting like she was on her period anyways. So what was new with that? One man who for the life of Grant couldn’t understand yelled out

? ? ? : ” What is everyone waiting for ? It’s time to show your valor. ”

“Huz…hic..zah!” Grant waved his hand feebily, as the rest of the passengers all looked at him as though he was mad.

“Siiiiiit right back and you’ll hear a tale…a tale of a fateful ship, that started from a tropic port aboard a tiny ship…HIC!”He was singing along to the theme from Gilligan’s island as all around him many quaked in fear of the dark whispers and howls coming from the prison. If you were sober, you were scared….if you were drunk on the other hand like Grant, it was hard not to find the whole thing funny.

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“This is sooooo like Mystery Island. Where’s Scooby and the Mystery gang? Hic?” He’d been watching way too much television on his Saturday mornings that was for sure.

When Shuzen got all serious and held out his blue shining orb of what was thought to be powers and said Shuzen :” You all better return alive to vote for me . Got it ? ” Grant snorted and pawed at the guy. “Neeverrrr got your campaign….but but button.”

As he toddled up the beach he was humming “Staying alive” and doing disco dance moves.

How on earth was Grant going to be able to sober up before he entered the prison? Would his mask help with that?

Either way, folks….it was going to be entertaining.

~RB~
Fu:
Location Guidance Post
Posting Order is not needed as in this scenario it is first come first serve to their respective destinations and works as a real scenario would and ultimately the posts won’t affect one another too much as it would change anything unless of course said character is with another then they both should at least stick together if it is planned to be so.

– Depending on whether or not the people have gotten to the main entrance , once inside they would come to find themselves in a long ominous hallway leading to a room with five different hallways , leading to other places. To their knowledge the high tech usage for this prison was groundbreaking , creating alternate blocks to house criminals with differing realities/realms to torture these people accordingly and such but knowing that there has been damage to this place ; who knew were the assailants were and how much chaos has been started ? It was easy to tell that this required various people to help hold back the situation unfolding. A few idiots however would spread themselves outwards and run in the various blocks and inevitably ….. their deaths . Right next to the Fifth path a pile of eroded bricks and metallic shards covered a un-noticeable hole in the wall. –

The First Path is filled with Countless Fighting

The Second reeks of sand

The Third has the bold stench of blood

The Fourth felt empty…..

The Fifth held a odd euphoria.

A Sixth Sensation could be felt. But it was the most Ominous of all. Something truly twisted laid there. But where?

Razorbackwriter:
Hellgate Prison
Grant was slow at first to remove the beer holder hat off his head. What was it about this long corridor that just felt…off. Swinging his backpack off around from his shoulder, he unzipped it and then placed his beer hat inside safely. Still drunk from the cruise, he then took out an 80’s walkman and snapped it to his belt. With an old mix tape inside that he had picked up at some flea market stall, he was ready for anything. It was not like he thought it was the right time to put on the mask, not yet. But music, man. That was what soothed the savage beast. Grant placed the headphones around his neck with the thin cord winding its way down to the walkman on his belt.

The others in the party may well think that not only was Grant mad, he was probably a liability on this quest. Maybe he was, maybe he wasn’t. Kasumi had decided to stick with him regardless. Few others would know about what Grant had done before joining the cruise, or of his powers thanks to the Shattered item. With a lopsided smile, Grant looked back at his furry friend.

“It’s like a game show. Five different paths….five different doorways. So…gotta pick.”

He then held up his hand as the other one fitted the head set and he pressed play.

“Einnneeee meanieeee minieeee MO!”

Grant pointed to the first one, and then with a spring in his step, he started to skip down the first one. Danger awaited…and Grant was oblivious to it.

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Picking up a rat off the ground, he broke its neck before using the dead creature as a microphone, dancing along as he sang with the track on his walkman.

[ 2nd Dungeon] : Abyssmal Core (5) – Shattered Dimensions.

The time had come for the comic book clown to win what was rightfully his – the shattered item ;  The Mask of Irasho.

 

 

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Keikai vs Kasumi

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– Keikai would find that his attack wasn’t as effective as he wanted it to be but still achieved the results he had wanted. Following the attack the female released a heat wave followed by a shift in her appearance and structure around , she now held various floating apparitions around her and he would intercept the one that had came at him as she yelled out a technique . Keikai cloaked his arms and shot both of them forward as if he was firing a beam , and out came a large stream of dark miasma in which he replied-

” Hazy Stream ! ”

– The stream grew in size and spiralled as it had grown so dense as to envelop the dense flames ; however it would not destroy the flame it did however slow it down and ” cloud ” it’s purpose , making it easy to move out of . If it wasn’t as dense as it was, it would’ve been consumed altogether by the fog , Keikai took that moment to leap high into the sky and come crashing down towards the Fox with a descending kick imbued with the foggy enhancement once more . He didn’t seem like he was letting up , nor was he planning on doing so anytime soon. The female he was fighting was more resistant then he has soon so far. If the attack landed it would flood the main ground with a thick fog . If it had missed the fog would’ve rose around his feet and spiral upwards like a dense wall encasing him in this element. Regardless of how things were progressing , it was clear this battle was far from over.-

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Abyssmal Center Temple

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– Celtan was confused at the sudden bravado that was shown , the male didn’t seem like this earlier ; but it had surprised him to say the least. This new side had gotten to him and caused him to lose his coffee and the orb in which he held , did they hold much importance to him ? Not really , however upon those attacks coming as rapidly as they did they sliced the cup and carved into the orb . How was Celtan to respond ? He leaped off his seating in a rushed motion ; causing the air around his position to explode and have him land a couple meters behind without realizing what he had done . He stood on the other edge of the top of the temple.-

” You owe me 1.75 for that decaf . ”

– Celtan then realized that at this moment he was further away then Grant was from the pedestal at the top of the pyramid. Celtan’s face grew quite annoyed at the action he had taken before glaring at the male with his menacing eyes . Most people would be automatically terrified by being near a Terakian but it’s apparent that some people are exceptions to the rule . This person had begun to tick him off , and boy Celtan was annoyed at the way he had leaped too far out of bounds. Grant now had a chance at reaching for the item and the Terakian was extremely annoyed at it as well. In a matter of seconds , a dark aura once more grew around him and within his arms a thick dark magic grew and his claws had grown ; lastly but not least a invisible pair of creatures made themselves visible to Grant’s eyes . –

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Grant vs Celtan Theme

” You. You’ve truly tested my patience. Now I’ll show you what I can do. ”

Name : Celtan

Race : Destructor Incarnate

Power : Corruption | Phantasm Fish

Age : ? ?

Danger Level : Spawn of the Destructor : Brain

Objective Change : Grab the Mask and Defeat Celtan !

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Abyssmal Core Finale Begins

 

Razorbackwriter:  

Abyssmal Center Temple

Where on earth did Grant’s sword technique come from? The only swords he had before he met the Queen were fake ones that he used when he dressed up as Deadpool. The way he went into the sword attack, on Celtan was like something out of a Jackie Chan movie. Was it at all possible that watching enough anime and action movies had left an imprint in his mind of how to react in a real fight? So far on this quest he had been lucky…very lucky. But the attack, that was not luck. In fact, he sliced right through the coffee cup and knocked the orb clear from Celtan’s hand. Celtan jumped back in fright. Yes, fright. He hadn’t expected this sort of showdown, not from a klutz like Grant. In his haste, he had leaped to the other side of the temple, leaving Grant now facing the ultimate prize of this quest. The very thing that had called out to him back at the restaurant.

” You owe me 1.75 for that decaf . ”

“Only girls drink that shit.” Grant replied, a slight high pitch in his voice, as he quickly re-sheathed his weapons. He took in the distance that separated them now, and the fact that the mask…was right …there. His eyes flashed up at Celtan before he let out a roar and ran for the mask, going into a dive in the closing seconds and skidding along till his hands caught the mask up in its grasp.

“I got it!” The inside of the mask gleamed at him with a magical like sheen, that was practically luring him to try it on. It was the time, for the final battle….and with the mask on, there would be no stopping him. He brought the mask up to his face and like lightening it locked on, causing Grant to scream and howl in protest as his body rose up off the ground, the man clawing at the mask as it was almost fusing with his soul. It was the perfect fit. A hurricane like whirlwind whipped up and around him, spinning the man like he was Dorothy from Kansas. The screams faded and was replaced by a foul and sinister laugh. What dropped from the hurricane was a being that looked nothing like Grant. The face….oh god the face.

“EHEHEHEHEHEEHEHEHEHEHE!” The laughter was loud, just as loud as the outfit that Grant was now wearing. But he was no longer Grant…..he was..Irasho

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He pulled at the edges of his own face, and you could see the skeleton in behind. White gleaming teeth and eyes that were not properly in their sockets. The mask didn’t just affect his face, it also changed his body, which was becoming almost elastic. He was like a living breathing loony tune. Those blades, that he had been wearing on his back….became ten times there normal size and he withdrew them both with a sickening scraping sound…like fingernails down a black board.

“Makes your toes curl, doesn’t it?” Irasho’s tongue poked out but it was forked like a snake. This was the power of the mask, to make the unbelievable, believable. He twirled the two massive blades over head like he was making his own helicopter.

“You’ve been a great audience but its….time to fly.” Irasho started to take off from the ground in what could best be described as the most ingenious getaway.

 

~RB~

 

Kiri:  

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“You’re turning into a nuisance.”

Kasumi’s crimson eyes glowed brightly as her hair wove around softly, the force of the Kamaitachi themselves causing a small tailwind as they swirled around her at a rapid rate. For the sake of time, the man’s technique had saved his ass, but it was rather annoying that he’d thought it up. Oh well, Kasumi’s only thought was on the fight itself, staying alert enough to handle him and buy Grant more time. Kasumi pushed with everything she had in both feet, her form blinking between one spot and the next thanks to her speed boost. At that point, Kasumi’s body and the surrounding ground had begun to emit flames which were long and thin, swirling around her with the appearance of a burning stream of wind.

Kasumi didn’t dare to attack that damnable fog that was emitted by the male, too many risks and she was twice as conscious after what had happened to her arm. Instead she waited for the exact moment it dissipated, curling her fingers while forming an orb of condensed flames which emitted small tendrils. That was actually the special attribute of her flames while in Flaming Persona, they acted like wind and dealt their damage by staying in a hyper-density and high-energy form to slash through things instead of simply burning them alone. Kasumi looked up at the male with now blue eyes, dull and blank as her hair slowly shifted to white, including her ears and tails.

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“Enough games I suppose, I’m going to end this now, one way or another.”

Kasumi’s hand began to shake as the flame in her hand grew stronger, the tendrils blazing about in a spiral that moved erratically as though being blown about by a storm that never ended; at the same moment of course, Kasumi’s three Kamaitachi began to spin around her hand quickly, just before she slammed the orb into the ground with every ounce of strength that she had, letting the flame itself explode while the Kamaitachi slammed into it with pure brute force, hiding Kasumi’s entire form from sight in a split second in a swirl of flames and dust.

She actually had two different uses for that little idea, doing what she just finished and using one of her more powerful techniques. Instead this was more of a distracting motion, she had a different idea up her sleeve at the moment. Soon enough, the flames that surrounded her actually began swirling down once more, causing the dust to blow away as it was revealed for her to be standing with her left hand raised, a sword in it as the flames began to condense themselves to it, blazing upwards as though they were trying to escape the confines of some great wall that controlled them and kept them where they were.

“Daisuke Family Art…”

Kasumi brought the sword down, curving the strike as she made a single, extremely fast and strong slash from the right side. The flames bent and twisted, moving like a whip would as she swung at the male, the flames slashing through and tearing down plants and trees and even rocks as it passed through them. Should this have hit the male in the process, the fiery “whip-blade” would have sliced through his body with ease. This was one of her family’s techniques, one that required this form and was actually a revised form of another.

“Plasma Blade!”

 

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Keikai vs Kasumi

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– Keikai would grow annoyed at the persistence of the female as she performed another technique , which she had claimed to have been a Family Art of sorts . Keikai dissipated into Dark Fog after looking off into the distance and spotting something flying away that didn’t appear as his Boss . His voice echoed out as he left –

” We’ll finish this another time . ”

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Abyssmal Center Temple

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” You run , It seems that you have common sense. This Mission has failed.”

– Celtan would claim as he saw the person leave with the item , the dungeon slowly began to fall apart and distort . This land’s purpose has been fulfilled and no longer has any reason to exist, as evident by the fact several portals appeared across the sky and on the ground floors , the land was rejecting the people inside and as a result they wouldn’t have much more time here until they returned to Alteria’s lands. Celtan closed his eyes and stayed where he was , as Keikai appeared by his feet and in a knelt down position near his side. –

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” Since this didn’t go well . Our Next Destination is……………… That Prison. Time to recruit some new blood. ”

* TC for Both *

Abyssmal Core Arc Complete ===> Siege of Hellgate Prison Arc

 

Razorbackwriter:  

[ 2nd Dungeon] : Abyssmal Core

For once it seemed that Grant had not been foolish. Though in reality he was not currently Grant, but Irasho. With the mask on, he had won the quest and staying around to mix it with Celtan was foolhardy. Flying up and away like a type of gyro copter, it would mean the end of not only the temple, but the whole dungeon itself. You could hear the very stones pulling away from each other, then crashing down till they were completely breaking in on themselves. Everything that had been seen faded from view, all behind a grey coloured mist. This formed huge plume like clouds, and as the creature that had been fighting Kasumi fled, Irasho would appear – bursting out of the grey clouds – cackling as he went. It was the most bizarre thing you could ever imagine seeing. The crazy face, that looked nothing at all like Grant.

Down down down he swooped, till he landed with a light bump and the swords slowed to a stop, turning back into their normal size. Kasumi was there, but she didn’t look the same either. All white with strange blue eyes. Wow, she was really pretty, if you liked that sort of thing.

Sliding his swords back into their sheaths, Irasho reached up with a gloved hand and started to pull off the mask carefully. The thing was, his face seemed to be fused to it, and it was turning into a bit of a battle to get off. He struggled and fought with it, till finally it came off in his hand with a loud “POP!”

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“That was so COOL!” Grant cried out with some enthusiasm. “I was kung fu fightin’ Yeah!” He danced around a bit, doing some funky moves and tripped over his own feet, landing flat on his face. Instead of bouncing back up, he simply held up the mask in triumph, though his face was in the dirt.

“I got it!”

Yes…yes he had.

~RB~

 

Kiri: 

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Kasumi’s eyes faded back to crimson as she finally stopped using her power crazily. A side effect of using both her full power and Hirai Hime’s white lightning caused her hair and eyes to change to that of her father’s, a snowy white and icy blue. Her hair was slowly fading back to auburn now though, her eyes crimson once more as she let Flaming Persona fade away. Flaming Persona was a technique in which the user set their own resolve ablaze, igniting it and causing their flames to take on a new form and grant the user new powers based on that. It was created by her uncle… and it was the technique which unleashed her full power in its greatest level.

Kasumi slowly was changing back to her one-tail form, but she was breathing heavily and wincing in pain, her left arm gripping her right as tightly as she could, her knuckles turning white from the pressure thanks to the pain coming back redoubled. White Lightning had a nasty side effect on her, that it caused intense pain, though normally it wasn’t this bad; Flaming Persona caused the user to be nullified to pain, however the side effect was that when exited, they experience it all tenfold.

Kasumi looked over to Grant with a small chuckle, her smile returning as she pushed the male out of her mind for the time being. Grant obviously was too excited about the mask to notice they needed to get out of there, so she did it the easy way. Well, it was easy for her anyway. Kasumi grabbed Grant’s hand with her left and began pulling him towards the nearest portal fast as possible without causing him harm and herself anymore pain.

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“You idiot, we need to get out of here first! Though, I must applaud you for having done so.”

 

Razorbackwriter:  

[ 2nd Dungeon] : Abyssmal Core

It was funny how Kasumi still liked to call Grant an idiot, which he was. Without the mask on, he was just that ordinary geeky guy, but with the mask on he was capable of great and crazy feats. It was better than any cosplay outfit and already the young man was planning on using it for the next convention. Its odd how adrenalin affects a guy. He was still so pumped from the adventure, that even after his face hit the dirt he was excited and still vocalizing the joy of his win. The mask was his, and the adventure was over….almost. The dungeon was collapsing and they really needed to get out of there.

“You idiot, we need to get out of here first! Though, I must applaud you for having done so.”

“I applaud me! Hip Hooray!” He cried, as he was dragged along by the feisty Kitsune. Grant stumbled and then got into the run as they raced for the nearest portal, to be free of the dungeon once and for all. “Weeeeee!” His enthusiasm was going into overdrive.

“Here we go!” The pair jumped into the portal, which sizzled and then radiated a large blast of light, before disappearing with a loud pop. Where would they end up?

The Neon district.

 

~RB~

 

End Arc.

 

 

[ 2nd Dungeon] : Abyssmal Core (4) – Shattered Dimensions.

The battle now intensifies with the plucky Kitsune and the crazy comic book nerd going head to head with some of Gizora’s most sinister villains.

 

Kiri:  Kasumi gave possibly the most vicious growl one could expect from her, a growl which was utterly unnerving. She didn’t sound like she could be considered anything remotely human, in fact you might have thought she was a Demonic Kitsune. She wasn’t playing with the Terakian, in fact the Jaki that began to blaze around her looked like it was as sinister if not more sinister than the aura surrounding the Terrakian. And it didn’t disappear when Kasumi slammed her palm against her face at the challenge that Grant put to the male.

With not a word, Kasumi simply reached out and aimed to grab at Grant’s collar. Should she have, she would have picked the boy up like a wolf would its pup, only to throw, yes throw, him straight clear across the pond. A scream from her to follow.

“You go ahead dumbass! He’s obviously not someone who will dance battle you! Now….. you..! You deal with me!”

The last two halves were aimed at the Terrakian, a demonic look in her eyes as her Jaki swirled around her, a bright orange of varying shades. A color that her uncle’s Jaki had been. Kasumi’s appearance changed slightly as her fangs extended and her claws did as well; the fur on her tail bristling as it lashed back and forth, her legs spreading to shoulder length as her weight shifted to the balls of her feet. Ready to fight, to kill if she had to. Hirai Hime was in her right hand as well, and she wasn’t afraid to use that weapon. Nor any of her abilities as a Kitsune. Fire Fear, but also Creation Fear. The Concept of Fear was born between the relationship of humans and Yokai. It’s what a particular person was feared for. Which is why Kasumi was dangerous for a Creation Fear user, as she also had her Fire Fear to account for. But perhaps that wouldn’t be needed.

 

Fu:  

Abyssmal Pond

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” You Bastard ! ”

– Keikai would see that one of the explorers had flown across the pond and beyond the barrier. That had automatically settled in the fact of who could progress. This would also verify the fact that Keikai had failed what he had came for. That moment was followed with a large dark fog slowly covering the area and encasing them both . He was enraged, his sclera turned black and his arms tensed . He was no push over , and he instantly closed the distance between him and Kasumi ; intentionally missing and punching the ground near she had stood ; causing it to quake and split which in turn caused chunks of earth to fly about and hit whatever it had came at . His arm was encased with a dark fog , his eyes glaring at the target whether or not it was hit by the shards . The male wasn’t playing around , nor was he intending on going easy on a woman . –

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Keikai’s Theme

” Fine. Let’s go. ”

Name : Keikai

Race : Terakian

Power : Dark Fog

Age : ? ?

Danger Level : Terakian Assassin

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Abyssmal Center Temple

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– There it was . The Center of the Maze. The Finale has arrived. The land in which the Shattered Item was located , the temple towered quite high but the item was seen hovering just at the top . Will Grant run and claim it ? There seemed to be a lurking dangerous energy nearby , but what was it ? –

 

Razorbackwriter:  

Abyssmal Pond

In her anger at the crazy comic con conventionalist’s bizarre attempts to get the shady character to duel him with a dance off, the kitsune remarkably went and did something that was exactly NOT what Keikai wanted at all. To have the young white and grey haired lad tossed like last week’s garbage across the Abyssmal pond. Grant cartwheeled in the air like a circus performer, his shady glasses slipping from his face and landing with a kersplosh in the waters of the pond. It was only when he flew right over the water, that he came to land with a few bum smacking skids on the other side. He reached the centre of the Maze.

“Ow Ow Ow Ow.” He cried for each time his bum smacked the earth. Dazed and shocked at the strength of the Kitsune, he got up to stand wobbly, and then realized exactly where he was.

“I’m here….I’M HERE!”

He looked back across the pond, but he saw that the pair were now engulfed in some dark mist making it hard for the young man to see. He brought up his hand as a visor and peered across the other side of the pond. “Kasumi!!! Just stay alive till I get back!!!” he yelled loudly, before gathering himself and turning to face the end of the maze. The quest had brought him this far, and now he was on the right path. Looking up at the magnificent temple that went up into the very errie green clouds, he wondered just what would be lurking to test him this time. Just at the very top, Grant could make out what looked to be the prize. Glowing as it sat atop the tower. Spitting on both hands, he started his climb up the all too tall stone stairs.

~RB~

 

Kiri:  

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Kasumi growled deeply at the male, the Jaki that swirled around her looking like a fiery wind in itself, burning as it wove around her with a mind of its own. Jaki were the demonic auras of Yokai, which could cause corruption in humans if it was strong enough to overpower their will. Kasumi knew that, but the Jaki was the signal she wasn’t holding back. And the further changes that occurred soon after showed she knew she wasn’t going to be able to stay in her one-tail form. Instead, her tail itself began to split, forming into five different auburn tails without the splash of white at the end, now waving behind her as she growled at the man in front of her with anger in her blazing crimson eyes.

Grant’s words made her scoff, muttering to herself a simple ‘yeah right’ comment, even going as far as to say that if she died here it’d contradict what her purpose was. Of course, Kasumi was interrupted mid-thought by the man covering the distance between them and slamming his hand into the ground, causing it to erupt in all directions. Kasumi let out a grunt as she pushed off the ground, leaping from one side to the next as she dodged each piece as fast as she could, using her tails, coated in her Yoki of course, to slash apart some that were clumped together and far harder to dodge.

Jamming Hirai Hime, now shrunken back into its Tanto state, back into its sheath, she moved in a blur, difficult to follow till she finally stopped, only to blast forwards at high speed, her form completely blurring to a point that she was nearly invisible at that speed; her right arm was lifted as her claws lashed out, slicing the air just over the male’s head as her left arm came swinging up in a quick uppercut, having used the attack from her claws to try and get him to duck into the strike and send him into the air with a single attack. If it had worked, the male would have been left stunned while flying through the air, while Kasumi would’ve dashed into the air at top speed like her charge and flipped forwards, slamming her foot down onto his stomach to smash him into the ground with enough force to cause the ground to erupt and quake much like he had done only moments before with his punch.

 

Fu:  

Abyssmal Pond

Keikai vs Kasumi

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– Keikai quickly blinked closer to Kasumi as she attempted to feint him with her first attack , the Terakian punched the wrist of the Female with his fogged covered right hand ; causing it to point upwards and slightly sever the connection of the palm to the arm through the force which then was followed with his left fist towards the stomach . That hand didn’t hold any of the fog but did release a giant force if it connected which most likely would have had to due to the fact he intercepted the female’s motion while it was acting out therefore making any other reaction harder to accomplish since it would have to take a longer moment plus their distance between one another was too short. The attack that was supposed to hit his chin couldn’t connect due to his actions and therefore the fist that did connect when it had would cover that arm and make it unusable , what did the fog do to her hand ? –

” You’ve made the wrong choice in choosing me as your opponent. Let’s wrap this up Foxy.”

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Abyssmal Center Temple

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– As Grant continued to climb and grow closer ; the skies seemed to have grown darker with each second that had passed . Was this an effect of him moving ever closer ? A strange feeling would continue to grow and grow as he motioned ever closer but after he was but a few more meters away a large blast of energy would strike and hit the area not too far above from Grant which had caused it to erupt and crack and possibly make the person tumble back down. Another person appeared in the vicinity , however this person sat directly at the top of the ruins with a small coffee cup in his hand and a orb in the other. –

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” Brave Adventurer. You’ve made it all the way here with the tunes of a mysterious figure and doing it as fast as you did hmm. . I reckon it was the voice of the Shattered Item . I wonder if you recognize me without the hood . Once more your plans have been for naught, I will be taking the item . I ; Celtan , the Brain of Gizora will be taking this . ”

– What he said must’ve clearly meant that the voices Grant heard was the supposed treasure of this place . Did that also mean specifically only he could’ve acquired this item and no one else ? That may have been the case . This male didn’t seem friendly , and his body was cloaked in a dangerous aura , how would Grant prevail ? Then again with the power of the Item many things are possible , and somehow Grant has had an extremely lucky streak as of late and it seemed as if the Dark Illusionary Beast from earlier may have hinted that those swords of his may have been the key to prevailing . Seeing as to how swords are usually meant for battling , maybe this was its chosen time. But more importantly , it was Grant’s time to shine.-

Objective : Do whatever it is in your power to get past Celtan through whatever means necessary and obtain the Shattered Item !

 

Razorbackwriter:  

Abyssmal Center Temple

Higher and higher he climbed with the air thinning of oxygen but being replaced by something else entirely. A darkness – like the very clouds were charged with some deadly force. This was no mere catch and grab like in an Indiana Jones movie. The prize awaited him at the top, but nothing was meant to be this easy. Up till now, Grant had a run of luck that was simply too good to be true. His choices, though sometimes not entirely wise had gotten him this far. He did have the help of the kitsune, who was now battling it out with that nasty chap across the pond, but Grant was about to find himself facing the one that was there at the start of the journey. Minus the cape this time, minus the hood. He was sitting – waiting with a cup of coffee in one hand and an orb in the other. How long had he been here, and how was he able to reach the height of the tower, considering that he couldn’t possibly be human. He called Grant a brave adventurer. Brave? Not totally, more like he had a lot of luck. Making it to the top on the words of the riddler, the words that guided him through. Those words were said to be sung by the very item itself. Calling directly to the one that was destined to claim it. Grant.

“I wonder if you recognize me without the hood.”

“Yes…you were the guy at the beginning.” Grant was not totally stupid.

“Once more your plans have been for naught, I will be taking the item.” He what? After all this, he wanted it? Some bloke called Celtan who was the brain of Gizora. So, was this a demon? A warlock? He didn’t look like anything fancy, just a bloke having coffee on the temple mount. Grant’s chest puffed out as he reached behind him and withdrew his swords, the same ones that had been given to him by the Queen, the same ones he was willing to throw away when in the mouth of the beast. It was his moment. Human, maybe – but the true fighter beneath was about to have his moment.

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Swinging both blades like rotors he then twisted his body so that his right arm slashing across the front of his body with the blade whistling through the air, the blade in his left arm was brought back and up. A flick of wrist and his body reversed the slash back in the opposite direction, followed by a downward slash from his left. One to strike the coffee cup right out of his hand, if the right hand slice hit the orb.

~RB~

 

Kiri:  

Kasumi snarled at the male who blocked her feint, which was annoying at this point now, she could feel that her entire arm was dead on the moment he hit her. Shit. Not good, plus she was off-balance because of him blocking her like that, making it harder to defend against his current attack. At least, that’s how it normally would be. Her eyes were hidden for a moment just before a grin spread over her face in an instant, only moments before several swords, all interlocked with each other, erupted from the ground and slammed between her and the male’s fist just in time. Sure, the attack ripped the weapons apart and sent her sliding back from the force of it, but it still saved her…. barely.

“Close one that… heh. I can’t hold back for this, therefore… Daisuke Family Art: Flaming Persona!”

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Kasumi’s entire body was immediately engulfed by a massive eruption of flames that swirled around her, creating a powerful shockwave as it blazed brighter and hotter than almost anything most people would have felt. That inferno itself quickly dissipated, but left standing was Kasumi with three flames blazing circles around in the form of Kamaitachi. This was her Flaming Persona, which also meant she was a hell of a lot faster. Kasumi’s left hand clapped itself onto her right, bracing herself as she blasted her White Lightning right into her nervous system, causing her cells to go berserk as they began trying to fix her arm. She gave a wince as she released her right arm, but lashed her left arm at the male, sending a flame condensed into a high-energy and density form, causing it to blast after him in a crescent shape.

“Razorflame!”

Much similar to how a technique called Razor Wind worked, Razorflame was a technique in which Kasumi condensed her flame into a hyper-density and high-energy state, firing it at the target. The flame itself, because of its now hyper-density and high-energy form, would have sliced through the male like a knife through butter the moment it touched him. Easily. That was the damage of this technique.