Quote: “As bad as you may think I am, as far as you think I’m willing to go to protect that which I hold most dear, you can’t possibly fathom how deep that well of mine truly goes.”
Name:Reficul “Ref” Mason
Age: Appears 49 human years
Race:Dark Warlock
Relationship:Biological daughter – Tessa Monroe
Gender:Male
Sexuality:Straight
Personality: Reficul, or better known as the man in the hat, is a shady character, that had been something of a mystery to those that lived in the cosy town where Mariela’s parents raised their family. Ref seems to live in the future, thinking through the consequence of every action. He plans; he executes the plan. This is the essence of a rational temperament. He’s also a master of building connections and networks, which he does with ease.
It’s no doubt that he’s a thinker, since he lacks any displayed emotion and is capable of killing without any remorse, to the point where he seems like a sociopath. That simply can’t be a feeler. He coldly calculates his way through every challenge.
His organized appearance and well-compartmentalized lifestyle seem to suggest this. Ref’s planning is of a very organized nature, so it seems like he’d be judging.
He has a crazy story for everything and a contact in every nook and cranny. Whenever he needs information or expertise, he seems to have a large well of contacts and acquaintances in the criminal world. This is an Extrovert thing – Introverts tend to be solo acts, or at least have smaller, closer networks, whereas Reficul is a criminal social butterfly, a networking expert.
Ref shows a personality through his leadership, planning skills, and desire for control. He rules his little criminal world and he makes the FBI and police join in his dance. He can blend into or insinuate himself into any situation: he just shows up at someone’s house at one point, and ten minutes later is sitting down for dinner with his enemy’s wife, who seemed to find him quite likeable. Ref has a desire and ability “to harness people or demons as he chooses and to directs them to achieve distant goals” – this is exactly what Ref does.
Using a time piece that had been handed down from his ancestors that fought the dreaded Ramoska witch clan of Europe, he has been able to chose his time to make the move from the World of reality towards that of Hell – where he soon learns that his biological daughter; Tessa currently is.
The story of how he came to be Tessa’s father, which to this day is unknown to her, was from a premonition of the rise of a member of Ramoska’s modern day relations. Finding a way to impregnate an innocent woman, whose husband had no love for the supernatural, he was able to seduce and impregnate her with a child that would go on to become Mariela’s best friend and confidant.
Through his connections with the underworld, the mafia crime syndicates as well as the FBI, he was easily able to keep tabs on Tessa and her friend, Mariela till the time of the fatal fire. A fire that to this day was done by someone other than Ref.
Status:Dark Warlock.
Partner in crime to be:Lydia
Weapon(s):His razor sharp mind, intuition, Shadow mist, Warlock fire.
• Fire arms, such as a revolver or semi automatic rifle.
Powers: Warlocks are mortal men who practise dark magic, and are masters of the dark arts and excel in using dark curses and spells. They fire warlock fire and can cast shadow mist. Unlike most witches, Warlocks are completely and utterly evil. Dominance over all things is their aim. Warlocks are vicious spell casters and can summon demonic minions to fight alongside them. Many demons join the Warlocks ranks to help them wreak havoc. Such as Lydia. Warlocks are great casters of painful spells, their most common spell is one that slowly eats away at the life of their enemies. While they are mortal, they can bend the will of their demonic charges to protect them from attacks.
• A dark Warlock, such as Ref is one of the highest ranked. They are soul collectors who are most evil and the most powerful. They can conjure more dark magic than ordinary warlocks and are skilled in necromancy. Above all they can accumulate the unique, pure energy of the mortal souls of those they kill. Dark magic is like a disease that leaves glowing green mark like tattoos on their skin. Ref’s skin beneath his perfect suits is covered in them.
• Shadow mist is a dark warlock’s most precious form of dark magic and one that only they can conjure. It is a glowing green mist that can steal the souls of mortals, and it is the dark magic of the worst kind. Warlock fire is the most common weapon. It resembles green liquid fire and can be conjured to throw balls of it at their enemies. It can burn straight through solid rock.
This is my introduction of Reficul into the Princess Diaries stories.
Razorbackwriter:
The World inside Scar’s hat
Part One
The Devil Walks Among Us
There are those that think that Hell is nothing more than an ideal. A place that you go if you have committed sin, and are banished from Heaven. There are those that believe in Heaven, and that angels walk among us. Protecting us, guiding us with a silent hand….watching over us. If that is true, then is it possible that the Devil has his own agents? Those that walk among the living and watch them as they lead them into sin….and then death? Deal makers, betrayers, oh yes…there are even those that believe that we are fueled by sin…which makes for easy pickings. To look at the world now, it was already reaching an age of the sixth extinction. Greed, Lust, Hunger…all driving forces in the never ending battle against good and evil.
Hatred for the supernatural was common place among the unbelieving. Events that could not be explained often were blamed on those that were different, out of the ordinary. For centuries such creatures were persecuted, murdered and hunted till they hid from the very shadows themselves. Forced to practice in secret. But even those that hid their powers left behind clues that would be followed by the most dedicated of hunters. Those that operated above the law, even breaking it if they had too. Following every clue…watching…waiting for the right time to move in. There were rewards to be had, and now the whispers had reached the ears of the worst of the worst. A man driven by a family code that had been passed down for generations. From Father to son till now.
Standing before the burnt out ruins of what was a typical family home, stood a man wearing a black coat and matching fedora. His hands hidden deep within his pockets. Dark shaded glasses blocked out a view of his eyes, but he was scanning the smoldering ruins. Strange that after all this time, the smell of the burning embers remained. The fire…never truly went out. There was a reason for this….a very good one. The man appeared to be waiting. Holding off before actually setting foot on the property. He must have been standing there a good hour or more, till finally a black sedan pulled up in behind him. Shutting off the engine, two men got out. Both were wearing suits, and one had a policeman’s badge clipped to his belt buckle. Each closed the doors with a light thud, whilst the man on the pavement refused to turn around to acknowledge them.
“Do you have it?” The man in the fedora asked almost casually, his tongue wetting his lips as though dry.
The first man took out a yellow envelope and then handed it to the man in the fedora.
“Case file about the fire, along with some information about a ..” The Detective took out a notebook and flipped it open, as he searched for the girl’s name. The man in the hat interrupted…“Tessa Monroe..yes.” He showed something of an odd smirk, before then going dead pan once more and taking the file out of the envelope, passing the envelope back to the second man before flipping it open. He started to hum to himself as he flicked through the police reports, which was shoddy at best, but there was a line in it that had the right edge of his lip twitch.
He closed the file with a snap and rolled it so he could tuck it inside his coat jacket.
“I think now is the time to enter…” He started off and walked up the pathway, with the detective and the other man both looking at each other with apprehension. It was common knowledge that few ever wanted to enter the grounds. Rumors had been rife about unexplained happenings since the fire and the townspeople were reluctant to speak about it openly.
Taking the first step, the man in the black fedora glanced back, and was amused to see that neither man was following.
“Don’t worry Sheriff…that badge you wear should protect you from….them.” It was almost like he was daring the man, who huffed and tugged on his own jacket. The Sheriff started after the man in the fedora, who by now had stepped through the blackened door way. The second man held back for a moment, before his shoulders sagged forward and he headed in on after the Sheriff. There was so much mystery to this man in the hat. From what both they both believed was that he was some sort of government agent. Everything was…off the books. Little did they realize that the one he worked for…was far more dangerous then any one western government.
Walking down the inner corridor, the man in the hat tapped along the walls with his hand till he finally heard a hollow sound. Grinning to himself, he took out a piece of chalk and made a strange marking on the wall, which had the sheriff and his deputy baffled. Catching sight of their worried expressions, the man in the hat lied….
“A little trick my father taught me.” He chuckled darkly, and this sinister tone could not be mistaken. Looking to his right, he saw the door for the basement, and then let out a breathe as though this was what he was looking for.
“This way….” But instead of going first, he urged the officers to take the stairs before him. “After you of course.”
The Sheriff shrugged, before taking to the stairs and going, down – the deputy gulped as he was getting a sense of the creeps at being in this house. He finally relented and started to follow the sheriff. At this point, the man in the black hat pulled out a gun with a silencer and then started off after them.
Two shots were fired in the darkness. Both in the back of the head. Point blank range. Their bodies crumpled to the floor with soulless eyes staring out at….a secret basement room. Stepping over the two bodies, the man in the hat then set his gun down on a table, as he took Tessa’s picture out of the file that he had been in his jacket pocket. He stared at the picture and hummed quietly. If the report was correct….and she had been here, this was how he was going to find her.
Banishing the Lord of Gluttony; Prince Beelzebub, was just the start of the dramas that were to unfold for those present at the Witches Circle.
Fu:
The Witches Circle.
Oridin’s Cabin === > Witches Circle
Oridin Lexington : ” *huff huff * Slow down , I still didn’t catch my breath but what’s this energy coming from ; Is that from a Elder Witch ? ”
– Oridin didn’t reach the Circle yet but he was able to feel the currents of magic in the air , all being drawn towards the nature of the spell being cast ; a banishment one at that and extremely potent too. The Apprentice finally reached Esme and would spot the newcomers , people all foreign to him but this didn’t make him afraid but just wary . He didn’t see such a big person before in his life , but that can always change . What concerned him was that now seeing one of the Strongest Witches with an extremely potent force at her disposal , all of the power that she’s accumulated through her own special means would be disastrous if she didn’t show any mercy but that too was all up to the chance whether or not she decided to be lenient . Oridin would assume by the fact she hasn’t done anything but release a portal into existence that he was meant to return to another land , that of course meaning he was not welcome here of all places . Was he an enemy ? An acquaintance ? Or a person who done them wrong ? Oridin hurried up to catch up to Esme finally and let out a big sigh to indicate how draining it was for him to get where he was now . –
Oridin : ” Who are all these people ? ”
Sieg:
The Witches Circle.
Losing his motorcycle, losing his drinks, most likely losing his reward for retrieving this girl and having this Prince having a hold of his hat and even going as far as to threaten him was bad enough, and having a soul forced inside his body made things even wrost for him and just made him desire he could lunge at Beel right now just to rip off his jaw and stick his fist so deep down his stomach at the holy knuckles would melt it. So the soul stuck in him didn’t needed to clarify that, in the end he wouldn’t have done it anyways…if anything he would have find it funny that this guy was stuck here
First of all…don’t you give me orders you scum…second…if you want to go so badly to hell I will take you there, just give me a moment to rip your ugly face to shreds and mail you back to your lapdogs in a trash bag
He threatened him back, grinning at him almost like if he taunted the prince to come closer and fight him right there. Yeah, it was a bad idea and Grey knew it well, but if Beel consumed him then he had no means to go back home and he would most likely eat the holy knuckles too and basicly get something wrost than a just pain inside his belly. And if Grey actually won, he would have the pleasure to punch this guy into submission and humilliate him because a mere undead managed to hurt him, an Archdemon, with a pair of holy items. Of course…before he could insult him again something happend, and upon turning his head Grey saw something that pretty much induced fear into him
Oh my…
Grey had very few rules, but out of those few rules one stood quite high compared to the rest and it was to never, ever, piss off a powerful witch because it usually ended up badly. And he knew this because he had a brief and pretty physically painful romance with one very long ago…with the difference that the one that he got mad was nowhere near as powerful as this one that basicly removed him and the feline that the girl’s body called Kat out of the way with no effort, causing Grey to basicly crash into a stone as he looked up, sightly terrified at what was happening
Just great…just what I needed…
I don’t have enough energy to even teleport my ass out of here…and that psycho is going to surely go after my ass next…dammit! this was meant to be an easy job!
Still not used to his thoughts being heard, Grey looked to the sides, ddesperatelyseeking for the whereabouts of his motorcycle in case that by miracle it was still intact and he could take off before that witch decided to get rid of him as well…but sadly for him the only thing around was a lonely wheel hanging from a branch of a tree…which for Wattson it meant that he was currently done for if he also called upon the witch’s anger. Yet, almost like a miracle someone approached him, offering him a chance to get out of there
Stay here and be around THAT…or go with this one to who knows where…yup…definetly I pick the stranger here, I would pick a black van that says free candy at this point
You don’t have to say it twice darling, anywhere is better than here
He did not doubted for a moment when he reached out and took her hand, as he said any place was better than their current location or so he believed, so he just reached out and without a doubt took Kat’s hand, just hoping that her teleporting methods were a bit more accurate or better than his…in the end the last thing he wanted was to end up falling down again to the ground from a long distance and having to hold someone to avoid them getting damaged. So he hoped, to his inside, that she knew what she was doing or that at least she would get them the hell away from here.
Zetta:
The Witches Circle.
The magical beings all seemed to be in shock at Beelzebub’s presence, something he felt even without the tension rising from the especially angry witch. She had been exclaiming at this point, swarming with magical energy.. To him though she was just a big bowl of soup with various other food particles within it, that he could suck right up. He felt the pressure from the rumbling, all now inside of her, finding it to be a strong force in itself. However, even now, nothing he’d felt could match the power of the Devil himself. A force that he had met in his youth, so to face this, especially with his mighty physique as well as his small resistance to such magical entities: The glutton prince tilted his head back, the princess’ body was still being digested, marking how unfortunate he was at this moment. If he was put to blows with another creature of even slightly lower power than he, he would find them a hard match-up.. But the all-powerful magician wanted nothing to do with Beel, shouting out that he was to begone, a portal opening up for the male.
She gave him the perfect opportunity, the sooner he had returned this body to his Kingdom the better. So he only smiled at them all. “This isn’t over, mage!” He said, turning his back to face the portal as it had been drawing him in, it pulled his body with strong force that he could not resist anyway.. Beelzebub had no quarrels with anyone but the chaos magic user, the boy had just made a very powerful enemy. Could he make powerful allies here?.. Who knew as the portal closed, ridding the sacred place of one of Hell’s most foul.
Kiri:
The Witches Circle.
Sayaka was glad that Kat was able to hear her despite having been in a spiritual form, and thanks to that Sayaka reentered the body of Grey for the duration of their trip, glad that Kat at least had an idea of where they could go. Where would they go? Who would they meet? Was it someone from another kingdom? Or was it someone else? The situation around here was too volatile to ask for help, so where could Kat be taking them? Time would have to tell.
Razorbackwriter:The Witches Circle.
There was an eruption of emerald coloured flames the moment that the Prince of Gluttony had gone through the portal created by Lavinia in her moment of absolute anger. Smoke trailed high into the air, and there were cries from all the other Elders, be them witch or warlock as Lavinia was still channeling their powers. Only Esme and Oridin were free from the Lead Elder’s powerful hold. Kat, along with Grey had managed to escape the area, but their current destination was unknown to those present. Few in fact would have seen them leave.
Esme was standing with Oridin, who had both arrived just as all hell was breaking loose.
Oridin : ” Who are all these people ? ”
“The Elders of Dyre…all of them.” She was panting hard, and watching in horror as her aunt had harnessed all their powers, along with that of the ancestors. What she hadn’t seen was the black specters that had been released from the earth beneath the circle stones. They would have been brought from the East – the dark lands of Dyre. One thing that Esme knew for certain was, that even though Lavinia was incredibly powerful, she could not possibly maintain that much power within her current form. Not only was she a danger to everyone around her, but also to herself. The one that had been sent back via a banishment spell was unknown to Esme, who was not one to travel to Hell, unlike Katrina. The wily cat witch went wherever she liked, and that often got her into a lot of mischief.
Marguerite, the Dark One….all of them were unable to move. Frozen in their places and caught up in powerful streams that all continued to flow into the Queen of witches in the center of the circle. Barely able to move his head, the Dark one mumbled through gritted teeth.
“She….must….release….the..Elders…power.” It was draining everyone and there was a terrible sound coming from the lips of many. So much pain as if drawing on their own essence. Not fearing for her own safety, Esme jumped into the circle and sprinted across till she came to stand at Lavinia’s side, facing the spot where the Prince had vanished.
“Aunty….please, let it go!” Her voice was one of desperation. Her love for her Aunt and those around her showing in her eyes. Pleading with her Aunt. Little did she know that the woman’s inner darkness had been awoken, never to be put to sleep again. Her head slowly turned to that of her apprentice and niece, recognizing the girl that she had raised. She was blood. She was also innocent.
Voices whispered once more, urging Lavinia to release. The worst was over and the threat had gone…for now. As simple as turning off a switch, the Elder closed her eyes, and all the links to the Elders around the circle was severed – like a cold blade slicing a vein. Witches and warlocks fell to the ground, including Marguerite and Shamus. The earth stopped trembling, but if one cared to see the dark specters had not gone back into the ground. They had found a new host and were not about to release her.
Esme reached for her Aunt’s hand, which was so cold to the touch. Where was the warmth that was usually there? The young apprentice looked about for Katrina, but she could not see her anywhere. Had the feline witch escaped her good friend’s wrath?
In the background, Shamus held his hand out for Marguerite to take so he could help her to her feet. The Black matriarch huffed loudly, before accepting it. He was the last person she ever wanted to touch. Thankfully, the area itself was undamaged from what had occured, but not all damage was visible to the naked eye. When Shamus had dusted himself off, along with Marguerite, who kept swatting him with her fan – he then looked across at Lavinia and her apprentice. He couldn’t help but grin to himself.
“Looks like the young witch has courage after all.” Truth was in coming days she was going to need it. Seeing Oridin standing close, the Dark one swanned over to his side. “So you’re the one that Esme found. Welcome to the Witches Circle, boy.” ~RB~
– The Daily life of all commuters would be interrupted by the sudden descent of a meteor which landed without warning ; crashing into three buildings before tearing into the street itself and killing numerous civilians . What a sad fate for those unlucky to have gotten in the way of something that had happened without notice. The area where the comet had landed released large amounts of steam , and slowly small waves of troops began to file out from within the steam. One in particular stood above the rest ; most likely their commanding officer of a sort , or maybe something much worse. –
? ? ? :” ….. Initiating Scan. Scan complete ; Initiating Terraforming process. Commence Eradication of local lifeforms. ”
– The only audible sounds from that moment on were the various screams coming from the civilians as they attempted to run away from the Beings that rose from the comet . The Leader had a similar purple mark akin to those who wielded a Shattered Item , but what was this ? What was the connection ? What came next from the robotic being was odd , seemingly breaking his dialect to a more direct and humane one.-
? ? ? : ” I wonder ……… who’ll come ; those drawn to the darkness. ”
Sieg:
Piloting Freedom Wings all the way to this area did not proved much of a challenge for the android in the cockpit, if anything it gave Aiden time to scan it’s systems better and be able to understand them and get used to them, not to mention the fact that as bad as this sounded, he did enjoyed the flight. He smiled to himself, finding it actually quite true what Oberon said about him…three centuries have gone by, and if anything he still behaved like a child, something he did not knew if to find pathetic or actually a good thing. But he couldn’t help it, this was who he was, and he would be damned if he tried to change now.
And there it is…
He spotted the destruction being caused from afar, zooming in as he flew towards the target with each rifle ready on the hands of the mecha as he began looking at all the assortment of weapons he had at hand. A nice asset of energy weapons, a nice amount of battery to spend…and a lot of invading machines on sight to use them for. True, it sounded bad that an android was going to go after other machines, but this was a self defense act. This was their planet, and Aiden was not letting not even this street on their hands if he could help it
Initiating air strike now
He sped up, regulating the power from the energy rifles he carried to cause as little damage to the street and surrounding structures and the most possible to the invading machines and once he was close enough…he fired upon them while also flying above them at high speed on random patterns. He knew this was not the most effective way to get rid of them, in the end if he knew this behemoth he controlled right now had enough firepower to erase an around of five blocks around this area if not more, included this things, but he needed to protect the people and to do so, he wanted them all to notice him. And as for the random patterns? Well, he wanted them to have a harder time predicting his movement pattern. Still just in case he kept his and the mecha’s sensors and dodging protocols active, if they fired back, he would make sure they had one hell of a time hitting him in time
Fu:
Tourist District : Central Square
– The swarm were continously spreading outwards, some of them getting shot down by the Mecha that had appeared ; as if it was a Saviour of the people . The Robots would take only a few casualties until they decided that the being shooting at them was a threat that needed removing. Their squadron leader would send out orders instantly. –
Swarm Captain : ” Remove the threat with haste. ”
– The Captain ; an Android that had been the most unique was distinguished for his prowess and tactical reasoning to be given such a differentiation ; appeared to the Leader of the Invasion who had stood at the center of the crater still . The male bowed to him and would then speak –
Swarm Captain : ” Shall we press further into other districts ; Master Yami ? ”
– The Robotic Being simply stood there silently as he observed the attacks and evasive maneuvers done by the Winged Mecha . It would seem as if he himself wasn’t all that thrilled by the appearance of the being , but it could be certain that he didn’t find it important enough or interesting enough to do something personally. –
Yami.EXE ” The Being who glides through the sky ; doesn’t hold the false light that I seek . Get rid of it. ”
Swarm Captain : ” As You wish. ”
– The Purple-haired Android began to fly upwards onto the highest building , doing so while hidden by the over thickening clouds of smoke and bullets flying through the air covered his trail. Upon arriving at the top he would then watch the Mecha fly around more as it continued to dwindle their numbers. The Captain’s back began to sprout six budding sticks, as if he was growing something.-
Swarm Captain : ” Come here……. White Angel. I’ll be your opponent. ”
Aiden strategy worked as he managed to force the enemy to notice his presence and even took down a few enemies in the process, that despite not being enough to cause a significant damage had been enough to finally get the attention he sought and the data he required to modify the power output on the rifles as well taking in that maybe damaging the city a little as well as the street wouldn’t be so bad in the grand scheme of things. So he did just that, firing stronger shots, calculating the right amount of energy and aiming to taken down larger masses of the enemy while he still kept Freedom Wings up in the air
I’m taking them down but I might require aid in this Oberon…I will send you what I scanned, hopefully it will be of some use for you
Aiden still communicated with the mechanic through the mecha, having his currently his mine divided into analyzing the data and taking down this machines, while of course the remaining attention he had was on his sensors as he tried to pick anything unusual around the area…something that happened quicker than he imagined. Out of this machines, he managed to pick up two distinctive signals…signals powerful enough to be able to give his sensors signals that he wanted to believe were wrong, due to the amazing levels of powers they had. It made him consider two things, the first one that the appearance of this powerful beings was no joke, something bigger was going on here…and the other? Well…he needed to seriously upgrade his sensors to be able to measure much stronger powers
Just what I needed…
Holding a fight with an individual while also trying to force this creatures back would be no easy task, for a normal pilot anyways, which is why Aiden was thankful that he had his systems synchronized with the ones from the mecha in case this happened. So he sighed, as he noticed how out of this powerful beings, one decided to distance itself a bit from the battlefield to get into a higher position, something that called the android’s attention as he just decided to put in practice what he prepared with when he got here. He was sure he could pull this off…but still…despite that he was still nervous
Ok…I’m about to pull off not one, not two, but three stunts after what happened at Hellgate…and I don’t even know if they will work…yeah…just great…I’m officially insane
Aiden breathed in deeply, as he released the controls and linked himself to the mecha to be able to control it remotely, as the cockpit opened for a second, allowing him to climb off as he stood on top of one of the energy rifles, bracing himself as the machine threw him towards the roof and went back to what it was doing before, trying to destroy this machines, as he Android moved across the air until he landed, kneeling and rather hard, on the same roof as the powerful machine he was able to detect before. Aiden had to admit the method he used to get up here perhaps wasn’t the best but then again…it was effective
So…you must be one of the people in command on this attack…
The android had no trouble referring to the other as a person rather than a thing, mainly because he was before and equal and by the looks of it, a rather powerful and if his hopes were in the right place, one that perhaps shared the same intellect as him, or at least something that resembled. So he stood up, turning around to look at his adversary in the eyes, with those very eyes of his that seemed to belong more to a human than to a machine, eyes that right now seeked within the other some sort of compassion, or sadness over this…anything remotely humane as some sort of hope that he did not had to destroy another machine because of a malfunction
Why are this forces attacking the District? What is your people seeking?
Swarm Captain : ” Yes. I am. I didn’t realize , you were an android . You poor thing , why are you fighting us ? Eh. Who am I kidding , you must be programmed by humanity to work for them and only them . I’ll put an end to your pitiful existence and remake you from your charred remains. ”
– The Captain materialized several gems ; all glowing a different color . What were they however ? One with a Robotic body would be able to tell that they were actually energy cores. The poles on his back would all glow one of the colors akin to the gems themselves ; what this meant was unknown at this time but would soon come to light at a later point . The Captain quickly charged at the Male in an attempt to roundhouse kick him from his left side with enough force to send him flying off the building itself and into the burning city below if it did connect. –
– The Building itself however began to slowly shake , as if it was losing it firm foundation and be sent crumbling itself . It would be assumed that this building would cave in at any point , so how long will this fight go until the elements itself gave this fight a conclusion ? –
Sieg:
Excuse me?…
If anything, Aiden was known for being rather kind, patient, and above all somebody who despite all the insults you might say and people’s general dislike of machines such as himself, would never really blow off. But if there was something that offended him, something that basicly made the nasty side of him to come out was things such as that. It’s true, he did not had blood, he would never have children or be able to truly feel the process which create them, maybe would spend eternity alone and most likely people would always see him as they saw a toaster or a computer…but despite that, despite not even having a soul or a beating heart…he allowed nobody, not a single person, to question his free will. He was not programmed to follow anyone’s orders, he did not allowed that to happened, he might have been made with that in mind but he did not allowed people to bend him over to their will, and to have this android mock him in such a way…if he had nerves, this surely would have struck one
If I do this…if I come here and fight you…
He took a quick glance, analyzing his target, taking notice of the many advanced cores it had with him as well as the poles on his back that seemed to be charged on this moment by this very cores. He also saw how he moved forward, and measured the possible strength of his attack…and just as it happened in Hellgate he was against an enemy who was physically superior. But this time he had the upper hand in something, he was upgraded…and any doubts he had before vanished by the words this android said before. So he glared at him, his anger not explosive like the ones from others but focused, focused on the task of defeating this machine just to move on to stop this invasion. So he remained there, in a sight crouching position as he awaited for the very last second to move under his opponent’s leg, as he focused his next attack not on his body, but on the back of his knee. Androids or not, they shared certain similarities with their human counterparts…and that was the fact that on certain joints the armor was thinner and also a bit weaker…and this would be the point where he would focus
It’s on my own free will
He launched a single hit towards the back of his opponents knee, reaching out with his other hand to be able to get a hold of it and hold his leg in place so perhaps, if he pushed with enough force he would manage to break it off or at least damage something when combined with the attack he was doing right now. It all depended on his punch directed to this area now, a punch he launched at full force and speed hoping that he would be fast enough to don’t allow the opponent’s body to react even if he registered it with his systems. In the end he wasn’t a fool, if anything his power and armor were better, so if he intended to be victorious he had to use a different strategy than the usual. And if things went well, he might be able to damage him enough to force him to retreat, in the end insult or not he still did not planned on taking a life…even if it was from this machine
Swarm Captain : ” Beings like us should stick together then. But if this is your answer then so be it I won’t hesitate . ”
– The Captain didn’t seem fazed by being hit at the back of his knee; a weak spot which would normally be exploited but instead would only cause the Captain to grow stiff in place and instead bring his foot down onto the ground ; pushing the fist back to the male’s side as the foot had went into critical recovery . The Captain’s hand began to spin in place as if it had a drilling mechanic ; meant to pierce armor : He would then bring the spinning hand down onto the male with great speed , intending on piercing his shoulder and if this was to miss the hand would instead pierce the ground and with the crumbling building it would cause the ground to lose it’s fortitude in the process. Anymore attacks of that caliber would cause it to crumble and send them to the floor below. –
Sieg:
Stick together? For what? To give people more reasons to distrust and hate us?
Aiden perhaps was overdoing it a little, but there was quite the amount of people that seemed to have a natural dislike for androids, in fact some of them had a justified reason to give them nasty looks they gave them. Take the Rabbots for instance, that race was nearly drove to become no more than a mere memory in their home world so Aiden understood if he saw one on the street and it gave him that sort of strange look. But this…this only gave voice to the extremists of that kind…one way or another there was going to be damage for Aiden’s kind…and this other Android comes and says that. Well, if this is what sticking together caused, he preferred to remain alone among organics
And you haven’t answered me yet…what is the reason behind this attack?, What do you gain from attacking innocents?
Aiden kept forcing his fist to remain where it was, pushing back against his opponent leg for a moment before he noticed what he tried to do as soon as his hand began to spin like a drill and head for his shoulder, an smart move considering that the thickness of Aiden’s armor was not the same as before to the upgrades Oberon gave him. Still, he wasn’t going to let him get away with it, but given the position he was that would have been hard. If he kept pushing, he might be able to remove a limb from his enemy but in exchange he would take critical damage if not lose one himself. It was then that he had an idea, and in the span of time that it took his enemy’s strike to close up to him he already thought of an idea, and given that he enjoyed his new arm…he released the enemy and jumped back, taking some light damage to the shoulder because despite not fully connecting, he managed to scratch off some paint and a bit of metal from that area
Enemy too strong…lacking any physical stimuli sensors…armor thicker than expected…
He focused, his nanites shooting off an forming an energy wall that floated behind him as Aiden laid his feet on it just to don’t fall down towards the ground. In his mind everything moved at incredible speed, as his sensors scanned his surroundings, his enemy. He knew a direct attack would be pointless, but he had the speed…he was lighter, more agile, he just needed him to take a greater damage. It was then that he saw it, that he saw the damage the floor took, and it was when his enemy cores came to his mind. He recalled Hellgate and it was when the gears in his head kicked in
Uhm…elemental my dear me…heh…
Aiden jumped from his current position, launching himself at full speed as he decided to put to use the new gear he got. He made use of his disposable kunais, throwing them at his enemy position, three in the line of sight and two headed for the cores as he decided to kick in his ability to make illusions aswell as a few of his new combat protocols. First, after the line of sight was blocked he made three illusionary clones of himself. One headed for the left with a blade, the other from above in a falling motion while Aiden himself sped up and ended up behind the enemy back, with his own blade drawed. At this point he made another clone, one that seeming went after the enemy’s back poles while Aiden himself went after one of the cores. His plan was simple, he was going to use his blade to cause critical damage to the core and make it go unstable and then throw it his enemy’s way. If all worked it would go off and also cause the roof itself to collapse, and if he was lucky, the fall, the explosion, and maybe the remains of the building would damage this android enough to give him an opening to abuse…all he hoped now, was that he fell for the obvious tricks
Simo:
†L I R Y U†
A slightly red light started to form out of the air particles around it, down below the fight on the streets filled with blood; a rather curvaceous figure started to form, one that looked intimidating at that. Giant horns spiked out from the top of the figures head, an outline of advanced armor could be seen before the entire body of the individual formed. The Dark Lady moved her hand up to her mouth and bit her index fingers knuckle in excitement at the current chaos and scene of the district. She ended up biting it so intensely with her canine like fangs that she bled a little bit, the blood dripping down her finger and then starting to gravitate off in little droplets up to her mouth where the droplets landed onto her lips. She licked them slowly before laughing like a small child and looking around at the flames and threw her hands up as if she was worshiping it; walking in a straight line as wings started to sprout from her upper back. She looked up at the current fight and nodded in approval as her gigantic wings flapped against the ground and hoisted herself up, many remains of buildings and the cities started to circle around her due to the wind current she was creating before flying straight up and sitting on a building that was barely in tact. She could be seen, but she wasn’t causing any trouble. She was merely… Observing.
“Oh isn’t this glorious~ Our little savior going in for vengeance!”
She said to herself with a positive tone as she kicked her feet back and forth on the building, causing cracks in it to form due to her natural supernatural strength. She bit her lip and continued to watch, absorbing all of the chaotic energy that was currently around the area. It was so convenient that all of this happened to appear, and how father sent her down to check it out. She felt so powerful, as if she could never possibly run out of energy. That if, she was to go into shattered mode that it would last almost eight times as long as it normally would. She would be unstoppable in the current condition that she’s in, almost impossible to beat. She snickered and followed the movement of each robot like being with her eyes, as if she was watching an action packed movie.
“C’mon! I wanna see who’s gonna win!”
Kiri:
Re: Kingdom of Alteria : Tourist District
Not far from where that bright, crimson light originated from the air above the fight that was happening above the streets, a continuing combat that never ended, the Chaos that which always existed no matter the state of the world, hate, anger, sadness, division… all of these negative emotions gave birth to that of Chaos; however, as with all things, there was something to counter the power of the other, that which would represent love, patience, joy, unity… he who was the beginner of Unity itself, guardian of life on Alterus. With the arrival of his own rival, there was a flame to originate out of what seemed to be nothing, a flame which burned with a brilliance that could never be seen in another, not in a single lifetime had there been a flame brighter… stronger than this, all but for one, the flame of he who had created this all… the one who guarded them unseen, sleeping eternally. Liryu, she may not have realized that Hiroaki was watching, but that he was, and the presence of Chaos was palpable. As the flame itself grew, becoming larger and stronger until it finally took on the shape of the one Liryu had to hate the most.
“Leone… I suppose you would go by a different name now… what is your purpose here? … You will not disturb the Alterians and their purpose in this world, I refuse to allow it!”
Though the voice was slightly monotone, the unmistakable sound of anger and determination was palpable in the air as his flames burned from his forehead, one gloved hand raised and ablaze in front of his face, his eyes burning with the emotions which resounded in his voice and his other burning with a flame that kept him lifted above the building upon which the Dark Mistress of Chaos sat. He awaited her response, but the calm look on his face was one she would recognize… the same look that he’d had so long ago when he had left that scar on her face as a male… the same look he had when he helped the Observer end the period called the Shroud.
Fu:
Re: Kingdom of Alteria : Tourist District
Charlie and Celtan
– They would descend from the burning sky onto the area below ; right behind Liryu and observed silently as a Newcomer approached Liryu ; most likely a Celestial King due to the display of morals he had . Celtan stood right behind Liryu and watched with a inquisitive look upon his face at the male before shifting to the city . . Who else besides Gizora had this kind of strength and battle power to do such a thing to the city ? Celtan himself would not have that kind of information . Charlie on the other hand . .. . .-
Charlie : ” I am going first into the fiyaa , time to up my kill count ! Bye bye Mr. Gold ; Liryu have fun ! ”
– Charlie took a few steps back and jumped into the fires below , he could no longer be seen from the building’s roof as soon as he had landed due to the intensity of those flames. Clearly the Man from earlier would address the Female and not him ; since from his point of view Charlie would seem powerless since he was not actually in his Dark Lord persona and therefore cloaked his actual strength and power .-
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? ? ?
– Across the skyline as to where Liryu and those following her had landed ; a tall man clad in black would’ve been gazing straight at the destruction being caused as well as the Dark Lady and those that had came with her ; what side was he on ? He seemed to have been observing but he didn’t seem to be a robot that was mass murdering civilians. His eyes would gaze on to spot the Golden haired man who appeared to confront them , would he be successful ? –
– The man would see that he had retreated from attacking and this would cause the Captain to grow impatient and leap into the sky the moment he had backed away to perform another action . He had begun to reveal his true form. –
– Small feather’s began to descend from the light casted when the Captain transformed , the poles extended outwards and opened up to reveal small tendrils that appeared to be as wings ; The Captain’s head grew two points which extended outwards in a v shape and a large crystal appeared on his head and a large drill at his chest. He would appear to be as a angel would in a sense , even though his hands appeared to be more demonic due to the fact it looked like claws. All of the Crystals that had floated before disappeared ; having been integrated into one which was now on his head –
Swarm Captain [ Transformed ] ” You’ve a tenacious factor I will admit ; but who are you before a god ? ”
– The Now Winged Captain floated upwards and away from the building as his wings covered his own body while they lit up , the tendrils turning completely white before firing at the building itself from the sides and causing it to descend rapidly into the city below . Now Aiden would have to battle with this descending platform or find a way to fly ; it was up to him-
Sieg:
New powers entering the area, the mecha Freedom Wings holding back the robots using it’s energy cannons from the distance in an attempt to give people some hope and time to run, and to make matters worse his opponent had decided to reveal his apparent real form before him, rendering his strategy of eliminating him using one of his cores useless. So much for trying not to charge in like a loonatic, but if anything it was better that there was some distance between them when he transformed…it gave him a few seconds to think of something as he observed him
And plan A has officially jumped out the bloody window…well, so much for playing smart
Finding a weakpoint at this moment was something that would prove quite difficult, first of all because they would have to take the battle to the air and second, because this change wasn’t just a mere physical one. If his calculations were correct, and they usually were, then something more than the energy of those cores combined when they merged with him and quite honestly he wasn’t eager to find out how powerful this machine was. So he thought of something, right before he decided to finish off the structure they stood on
If you are a god…it makes me wonder why you nowhere near the strongest being here
Aiden smirked, clearly being right about this statement because of the many energy signatures in the area…and honestly not caring if what he did was just a silly taunt towards that machine. He did it because it made him happy, he did it because as he felt how the ground collapsed below his feet it made him snicker and look up at the enemy in a new light one that…and that was it, the word light reminded him something. The spotlight was on him right now, meaning that his enemy would never expect an outside strike…and he had the means for one!
Let’s see how much of a god you are when my kunais break through your armor, shall we?
Confident as even Aiden ran towards the edge of the building, jumping at times on fragments of the roof as he finally made his way to the sky as an energy platform formed below his feet. No sooner than he landed he threw an storm of kunais and shurikens towards his opponent, all coated in the same thick energy from the platform below his feet. The attack itself would seem a mere joke to his opponent, but the point was not to harm him. There were a few extra nanites in those shurikens, in those kunais…and Aiden had a good idea of what they would do him once they touched surface. As for the machine?…well…the mecha decided to use a single cannon to fend off the invasion while another aimed upwards
[i]Target acquired…cheesy phrase loaded…hasta la vista buddy…
The machine shot a full powered shot aimed directly at Aiden’s opponent back, aiming for the wings as a means to make it lower to the ground so they could take the fight where the chances of victory would even out a bit. As for why he thought a powerful shot from the mech would work? Well pretty simple…with so many sudden energy signals he figured his enemy sensors would be as troubled as his own, so the presence of another minor signal wouldn’t upset him, at least until it becomes too late
Simo:
L I R Y U
At the time that Liryu was deeply focused on the fight, the flame that was being created in front of her started to aggravate her; considering that all her eyes were able to see was a bright unnecessary light. She growled loudly, much like a rabid wolf going in for its prey as she bared her teeth before grabbing the edges of the building and gracefully hoisting herself up in a handstand position before leaning her legs back and standing straight up. She started to chuckle before she raised her arms and stretched causally before speaking in a rather cheerful voice.
“Oohhh~ Look whoooo it is! How do you like my new look? Enjoyable to look at wouldn’t you agree? And I’d prefer Liryu if you’d be so kind.”
She stated before she placed her fingers under her chin and smiled cutely, looking innocently at him as her pupils turned into dragon like slits as they adjusted to the light in front of her. She snickered and tilted her head at him as if she was a curious animal before she grinned rather mischievously. Her face read that of a psychopathic killer, one of the title that she held. One of pure chaos.
“Here? In this area? I’ve simply come to observe the beauty of this district!~ Isn’t it fantastic! I love it, it’s… artistic.”
However, her attention was pulled over to the dark figure across the way; whom was just observing. Who was he with? He looked as if he was no threat… But, she wasn’t sure. There was one thing for a fact; she wasn’t here to cause any trouble quite yet. If Anything, she was mainly here to absorb the chaos that was there at the moment into her shattered object to be used in the future; which has already been doing so since she came here.
Shadow:
Jaz Jaz was unlucky enough to be one of the people on the street when the comet crashed into the city. It took him a while to dig himself out from under all of the dead bodies and rubble but once he did he could see that the city was in absolute ruin. “Alright, who is up there setting the city on fire?” He looked up and saw several pieces of debris falling toward him, using his enhanced speed and agility he quickly dodged the large pieces of debris that had fallen from the sky. After the dust cleared he looked to the sky again to see an enormous battle taking place. Jaz knew he needed to be up there so he prepared to leap onto the nearest tall building when he swore he saw someone in the fire. “Hello!? Are you hurt? Or are you the one that set the city on fire?” The person doesn’t seem hurt which is odd because even Jaz is hurt. He didn’t sense any enormous amount of power coming off this person either so Jaz approached the figure as he would any normal person walking around in a burning city amongst several dead bodies after a comet fell, with extreme caution.
Kiri:
Liryu.. huh? Hiroaki’s eyes narrowed at the woman who was definitely, without a doubt in his mind, the Dark Lord of Chaos, or perhaps Dark Lady of Chaos was more accurate at this point as Leone had changed himself somehow to being that of the opposite gender; Hiroaki didn’t know how nor could he understand what it was that had drove the Dark Lady of Chaos to appear here. Nor did he care, what he cared about was the fact that she was here and he had a bad feeling that she would soon become involved in matters, something that he could not allow no matter what; which is what had brought him here as the King of Unity, her polar opposite. Hiroaki didn’t enjoy fighting, however, he did know one thing: he wasn’t going to allow interference with the fate that the Alterians were trying to carve for themselves; her presence here represented that potential threat to him and he refused to allow it to continue if he could so help it. Hiroaki’s fist tightened further as his flames burned a little brighter, understanding that if this came to a fight he would have to go into Shattered Mode in order to counter it if he wasn’t careful; she wasn’t an opponent he could let his guard down against after all.
”I will only say this once more, if you decide that you wish to become involved in the matters of the Alterians, I will stop you. I refuse to allow you to cause Chaos here, not in the fate that they have chosen, the fate that they want to live for! Their future, their fate, it is theirs to decide, not yours or mine; and I will protect that!”
Kasumi on the other hand hadn’t expected to see this place in the straights that it was in, instead of being in the shape that it had in the earlier times, it was in shambles and was ripped apart; this being the place that she had met Grant, sort of, and had gotten to know him at least to some degree. She still felt a bit bad for the outburst that she had released from within the heat of a moment that should never have really mattered in all honesty, if she hadn’t lost her temper so quickly she would never have hurt him at that time and she knew it, but for now she was having to push those thoughts out of her mind as she flattened her ears and looked around about as fast as she could, trying to figure out what the purpose of everything was right now.
Razorbackwriter:
Kingdom of Alteria : Tourist District
Ever arrived at a party right at the end and see the destruction and aftermath of those that had been before them? Well, that is pretty much the scene that confronted Grant when he arrived in behind Kasumi at what was once the Tourist district. How much it had changed, it was just so hard to believe. Kasumi and Grant had enjoyed the sites, the convention and even been to a restaurant when the city was brimming with life and colour, sound and music. Now it was like a war zone, with burnt out flaming cars, and smashed shop front windows.
Grant turned all the way around, so he could try and work out just who had caused this, and where the enemy lay. To the untrained eye, it could have been terrorism, but the truth was that this was a war of the worlds. The Terakins versus the Alterains.
Catching up to Kasumi, he placed a hand onto her shoulder to let her know he was right behind her.
“We missed mardi gras?”
~RB~
Fu:
Celtan
– He kept himself quiet and observant of the situation unfolding ; seeing Liryu speak against Hiroaki while observing the burning skyline . This was amazing to see up close like so , almost as if this was the destiny of mankind itself. Charlie was gone , he was running about on the streets attacking people as it stood : ever moreso decreasing the amount of lives in the area –
? ? ? ” Conflict returns to Alteria , just like always. ”
– The man who stood vacant on a building all on his lonesome would say to himself . How strange it was , what was he doing or not doing ? He simply seemed to have been on neither side ; but that would instantly shift as he took a dive off the building and onto the ground below and there a large shockwave would be released . It would seem as if he had hit something on the way down. –
Swarm Captain [ Transformed ] ” How ignorant you truly are ; being a god isn’t always about strength . This is what separates you from me . You won’t defeat me ! ”
– The Robotic being would speak as if triumphant and confident in his skills as the projectiles flew right at him which he easily waved off seemingly with a smacking motion with his wings ; although doing so had caused his wings to be punctured by the projectiles which caused the being to let out a sound of anger. He was not enjoying this anylonger , and not before long a beam stroke his backside , burning off half of his wings and causing the man to come crashing down onto the city below . A small trail of smoke clouds would be continuously release from his back as he fell to his doom –
Swarm Captain [ Transformed ] ” You’ll meet your end one day , I assure you …… Traitor of robotkind ”
– The man from earlier would appear here ; standing on a destroyed tank as the Leader of the Robotic Forces , or better known as Yami.EXE the Malfunctioned Portion of the Celestial King of Wisdom was here staring at him ; continually creating more robots with the assistance of the ”comet” which landed which was actually a chamber shaped as a ball with numerous tendrils sticking out of it . All robots could be seen coming out of here in small moderate numbers ; seeing as to how the comet wasn’t so big as to cover the entire street but only a small portion of the center . Kasumi and Grant would be able to fend off the robots and continue to get to the center, Grant’s mark would navigate him towards Yami . But why ? If and once they get there , they’ll be greeted by the Robotic Overlord himself but would first see the tank and the back of the black haired man standing on it’s destroyed body.-
Yami.EXE:” Drawn to the darkness . Come to me.”
– The Man would await for others to come put an end to Yami , as he himself virtually doesn’t have the special key needed to do such a thing . There was still a way to put an end to this. Better late then never of course. –
Sieg:
Aiden grinned, knowing that his distraction worked this time as his enemy completely forgot about the mecha he was remotely controlling. So it was no surprise that he remained calm the moment that he saw how little effectiveness his kunais had in matter of causing great damage…of course…because the real hit was delivered from another direction. So he watched, a hint of joy mixed also with sadness over what he just did, in the end he knew the other one, his opponent was basicly his equal in many ways, and while he understood from where he came from in terms of standing he couldn’t allow him to continue this mindless destruction, so he watched, muttering back an answer at the defeated opponent
I’m sure someday I will fall…but it won’t be by your hand
The plataform he remained in dissapeard as he too descended towards the ground but only to be caught by Freedom Wings as it flew by his side. From it’s palm the android made a moment of silence for his rival, as Freedom Wings aimed down and shot one last time towards his opponent, a single time to end things and give him a more proper and perhaps quicker one. He just wished things could have been different, that they had tried to communicate with other androids down here before resorting to this tactic…but what was done was done and there was still an invasion to push back. So his head turned towards the other energy signature he initially felt…his head turned towards the very leader of this machines as only one thing got into his mind. The key to stop this was him…and he wouldn’t waste a single second more
Link prepared…full power activated…full offensive mode activated…
He climbed on top of Freedom Wings’s shoulder, holding into it was the mecha flying towards the target, every weapon available at the ready and awaiting only for an order from Aiden to strike. The android awaited, awaited until he was close enough as he deviced a plan at the speed that would put a lightning to shame. He knew something for sure, he needed to attack quickly, come in, dish out all the damage he could towards the enemy and just damage it badly enough to force it into a retreat. He knew he would not eliminate it, but if he could just damage it, that would be all…
C’mon buddy…let’s go to kick some can
He patted Freedom Wing’s shoulder, breathing in deeply as he closed his eyes for a second, trying to set his mind at ease before going full offensive. The words of warning from Oberon still burned in his head, what could happened if he went berserk was something he couldn’t allow, so he decided to set an small counter measure for that in this moment, as he tried to repeat himself that it would be okay even if he wasn’t fully convinced. But it was something he needed to do, it was time to go all in, release the weapon…
Now!
Freedom Wings flew a bit lower for a moment as Aiden jumped from him, taking off at full speed with his blade out the very moment that he touched the ground, deciding that he would test how fast Oberon made him aswell as how at combat he was. So he ran, sprinting through the ranks of mechanical minions as his blade ripped through them while he continued on moving, never stopping as he headed himself for the leader itself. All of this while the mecha took some height and basically fired at full power, aiming directly for the one this machines followed, Yami.EXE…in the end as much as he would like it to finish it off there was too much people close…so first thing first, he was planning to push it back, to use Freedom Wing’s cannon shots to make him focus on him and then come at his new target at full speed and basically hitting with all the force he could muster using his blade, trying to use both his force and momentum to his advantage. If all worked out fine he would back away, in the the last thing he wanted was stay in the vicinity of an enemy that could easily strike back even harder…
Simo:
LIRYU
“Oh calm down would you? I said what I came down to do, trust me. If I were to have done something, it would’ve happened love.”
Liryu stated before she turned her back to him, turning her head over her shoulder and grinning at him before swaying her hips and going to the opposite side of the building. She raised her hand and signaled him to shoo, as if he was a fly. She was highly annoyed that he constantly was on her ass, it wasn’t like she wasn’t all bad 24/7. She had other emotions other than chaos, she could be hungry and turned on as well at points in time. She wasn’t planning on completely destroying this town, for she already absorbed enough chaos from around to be satisfied and to use the gem for later.
“I’m under orders to just.. observe.. And I’d rather not make father mad.”
She said before she rolled her eyes, still extremely annoyed at his actions. He was assuming like usual, on a completely different topic and talking all that stupid heroic shit. She snickered before she spread her wings and forced her wings down, causing the building to shake a bit more but not collapsing. It was so… typical of him to protect these pathetic beings.
“Stop talking all that heroic shit. It’s getting on my nerves. And I would imagine you’d rather not fight. Especially in this wonderful, chaotic town. It would be your stupidest choice yet.”
Shadow:
Jaz
The figure Jaz had been yelling at didn’t acknowledge him, Jaz chucked that up to him thinking he was closer to the figure due to his enhanced senses. He continued walking toward the figure but was distracted by something grabbing his leg. Jaz pulled out his sword and swung it at the thing wrapped around his leg. It was the hand of a little girl, her lower half was crushed under debris and she was reaching out for help. Jaz could see that she was beyond help so he put the girl out of her misery. He hated having to do stuff like that but he wouldn’t hesitate to do it again. He continued walking when he was stopped by something or someone falling out of the sky. Jaz moved at incredible speed out of the way of all the debris kicked up by whatever fell. “I have a bad feeling this is about to get interesting.”
Kiri:
Kasumi had no idea why, where or why, this damned being had come in, where everything had started; why it had started. Everything was a mystery to her, with Grant at her back, asking a question that she didn’t know the answer too, but she didn’t care anymore either, now Kasumi was in shock, looking at everything with a gaze that asked the questions blazing through her mind; why, why were you here? Why are you doing this? What do you want? Who do you want? Why is it that you feel like you can just come in and take away everyone’s happiness?! Kasumi’s gaze didn’t take long to harden into one of anger, her eyes turning into a fiery blaze of determination that burned like a thousand suns.
Kasumi Daisuke: “I don’t know what this is but… Grant, I have to ask you again. Fight with me, watch my back and help me end this. I can’t stand by and allow this any longer!”
Kasumi’s flames blazed around her body as she prepared to ignite her resolve, but something made her hesitate again, what would happen if her body couldn’t take the strain of it again? Using Flaming Persona might be a risk, but at the same time what if it wasn’t enough to take this threat on? Kasumi grit her teeth and set her face before her flames wrapped around her form once again, revealing her standing in the same form that she had been only moments back, that form where she had that power; Blazing Genesis. The power of Creation.
Kasumi Daisuke: “One last time… Blazing Genesis!”
Once the transformation occurred, the flames billowed outwards around her as she mustered her strength to fight; it was all she could do in all honesty. Then, with a flash in her eyes, she hurled herself at the bastards, dashing in and out as she sliced them apart piece by piece. She was holding no quarter for any of the damned robots as she fought her way to the center. It was time to fight, and take on whoever the leader was, however, it seemed that one of the robots had a different plan as it stepped in their way. Kasumi snarled at it, but she kept her cool before charging it.
Swarm Juggernaut: “You…go…no further!!”
The massive beast of a machine roared at her as she struck, blocking her attack with a powerful swing of its ax, he sent her flying alright; straight into the building. Instead she simply charged right back, only to be blown away by some kind of shield. Kasumi slid across the ground, speaking only once before she shot past.
Kasumi Daisuke: “You’re in our way! Grant, cover me!”
Kasumi hurled herself into the air as her sword became engulfed in a massive amount of flames above her as she called down, the jump having been to dodge the blasts of energy from the massive robot, this was a revised form of her Final Inferno, but it would have to do as Kasumi aimed her attack at the robot.
Kasumi Daisuke: “Take everything… I have! Final Inferno Genesis!!”
In the next moments, the juggernaut and the other grunts would have become engulfed in a massive, wide inferno which blazed stronger than any other attack that she had ever unleashed; this one swallowing them up and then melting away at their frames until she stopped and then let herself fall back to the earth, landing with a thud as she let out a grunt and fell to one knee, with the energy blast melding into one large one that was now headed straight for her… her in her most vulnerable state. Would she be hit? If Grant was able to stop that blast of energy… he would have to fend off the robots for a moment longer, but if there was anything Kasumi could be sure of, it was that the man would help her; she had faith in their friendship if anything.
Hiroaki had the look in his eyes that said he had no bullshit he was tolerating today, but for now he was thinking, even if she was under orders, what was the point going against what he had a feeling she wanted to do; why was the Destroyer giving those kinds of orders in the first place? It wasn’t natural for obvious reasons, he was meant to cause Chaos and reek havoc on the world of Alterus, but if he was ordering his Dark Lords to not cause any trouble and merely observe… that made no sense to Hiroaki. Even under those orders, Chaos is a fickle thing, if you try to let your guard down it can swallow you whole, but that was also something that begot the strongest of bonds.. the strongest of Unity. Hiroaki could feel the strength of a bond below him, and it was something that proved his point, a bond begot from Chaos was always the strongest; and he could take power from it as much as he needed.
Hiroaki: “I know better than to trust Chaos, it’s too fickle a thing, you do as you please. I’m no fool. But there is always one thing that you should note. In times of despair, of chaos, the strongest of bonds are forged; those bonds illuminate the path of those who come after us. I have faith in the new generation, and that is the only reason I am here and not fighting their battles for them. Take it as you please, heroics or not, this is not my destiny; it is my choice to follow this path.”
Razorbackwriter:
Kingdom of Alteria : Tourist District
The battle. Oh my god, it was more amazing than Transformers, more dazzling then the Matrix. Wow, could those killer bots move. Course, it was the plucky little foxy mamma that was going into complete fiery meltdown to battle the sons of Tinman, and normally, while Grant always trusted her judgement in a fight, he could see that even she had forgotten the limits of what her powers could do, or rather…pushing the boundaries so hard that she was now a danger unto herself. There was a saying that once you reach the top, you stop. You don’t keep surging up. The fall would be crippling. And so it would seem, for after nodding in affirmation that he would be her back up, he noticed that she had gone too far ahead. Her own injuries would come back to haunt her and for Grant, he simply could no longer sit on the side lines. it was time…for Irasho!
“DUN DUN DAH!” The war cry of Grant as he pulled out his shattered item, the mask. For extra dramatic purposes, he wiggled his eyebrows, his head doing a classic wobble, before he brought the mask down to secure over his face. Crying out and yet laughing at the same time, as the power of the mask took him over, Irasho started spinning like he was his own little tornado. Dodging fire balls and flaming bits of metal that came his way before he finally stopped right in front of the injured kasumi. When he did stop spinning, he was standing wearing of all things….a baseball outfit and his twin swords rocketed out of his back pack turning into the biggest baseball bat you ever did see. He tapped it on his upturned heel, before swinging the bat as he readied himself for the mother of all hits. Chewing tabacoo and you could hear him mutter.
“BATTER BATTER BATTER…SWWWWWWWWWWWWING, BATTER!”
The blast of the fire ball that was coming towards them was like the force of a juggernaut and Irasho brought his arm back before launching into the hit, striking the fire ball of energy with the powered baseball sword bat.
~CRACK!~
Up up up went the ball of flame….the robots all looking up as a few were darting to get out of the way of the strike path. Grant was already starting a run, and instead of just jumping on each base, he was knocking out robot after robot with the swing of his super sized bat.
It was the baseball game of his dreams….his anime dreams that is.
– The Leader of this Invasion would soon take into account that his Swarm Captain has fallen , sighing while seeing shots come at him ; all that ended up curving at the last possible moment due to the redirection fields that was around him making the attacks worthless that were done by the Machine that had defeated his captain or so it seemed . While the male soared through the sky on the Mecha there was one thing he didn’t look for : The remains of the Captain . In the next 3 seconds a large yellow beam would be released from the building to the left of Freedom Wings ; making it so that he would only have a short window of time to attempt escaping but close enough that it’ll cause his nerves to move at a faster rate due to the swift action that had been taken by the enemy , maybe his job was done since more had came onto the scene . The black haired man would watch Kasumi and Grant from the distance as Yami had stopped reacting to him , it would be as if they were ignoring him due to the fact Yami didn’t attempt to fight him knowing the robots would just die from him but why was he not helping ? Most likely due to the fact there were some elements and factors here that did not factor in for such . Yami.exe kept his eyes fixated far off in the distance seeing the flaming-display of two other people who were slowly closing in : One of them had a Shattered Item……. –
Yami.exe” Come closer . Come to me , Child of the False Light . ”
– Why was he so interested ? What reason could there be ? In the span of the next few moments Yami would end up causing his robots to stop their assault , turning into nothing more then dolls at this point . From an inference ; it could be clear that he must’ve been awaiting for a person with an Item , he was intrigued. Very much so…….. –
Sieg:
It was utter chaos right now and anyone would be able to easily tell so, as long as they were in a good enough position or they had some sort of connection to chaos itself. Robotic and organics basicly going at each other with all their might, trying to stop this invasion or either trying to make it succeed. And sadly one of the many beings who was very well aware of all the destruction going around him was the one android who was fighting for the district, the one who was going alongside the mecha in an attempt to meet with the leader of this invasion and try to destroy him…while also trying to focus himself on an objective, as an attempt to not think about what he was doing. For anybody it would seem easy to destroy some machines, because they were that, just machines…but this were equals in some shape of form to Aiden, each time his blade ripped through one of this machines or his sensors picked up them being crushed or burned into melted piles of metal…he honestly felt sightly disgusted in the pit of his stomach. It made him not want to look, to only focus forward…in hopes that without a leader this machines would stop…but even then he knew that for beings like himself things would go only downhill from here if this attack could be stopped, of course the moment he saw how the shots fired from Freedom Wings were just shrugged off like that, that chance seemed unlikely
What the hell?…
A moment of shock it’s all it took for one of the machines to get a hit on him, throw him off his high speed course into the grip of another that never finished getting a hold of him. The defensive protocols again, acting before he could thing as the blade took care of the machine before in, as he basically went through it, and another…and another…until finally he landed again on the ground, his blade bearing the stains of some sort of liquid stored inside the machine’s core, apparently to keep it cooled and also to help with the process of generating energy, a liquid that if you were technical about it could be considered the lifeblood of this machines…that that right now covered a great part of Aiden. He would have felt disgusted, if the moment this took place it was Freedom Wings the next to have been struck.
Dammit, nobody else just wants to drop in and make this more complicated!?
The mecha was fast to maneuver to avoid most of the damage the beam would have caused, but sadly in the process of dodging it lost part of it’s shoulder as well as most of one of the wings and the powerful impact itself caused it to collapse into the ground and a very rough landing. Many of the attacking robots may have taken severe damage and be destroyed by this, but nevertheless the mecha took damage as well…of course not before, thanks to it’s own offensive protocols and Aiden himself, it aimed it’s rifle towards the direction the beam came from, shooting back as the Android made it’s way towards the building the mecha rested against, forcing itself on it’s knee as it raised it’s rifle, while Aiden in the ground held up the arm from where the blade came from. By now even if the attacked showed itself or not it wouldn’t matter…it was getting pretty crowded around Aiden’s position and he began feeling strange…noticing the many dark thoughts that came to his mind, the many way to dismember this machines into nothing
Why are you attacking…why would you do this…
He felt himself panting, his blade sightly trembling as he made an effort not to lunge but it was clear that he was starting to lose it from all of this. He wanted to end this, to make this machines dissapeard into nothingness so he wouldn’t have to face the fact that he was killing his own kind…but then again what difference would it make if he eliminated them all or not? Two organics were wrecking them apart and maybe even fun in doing so, and after this he would be lucky if he could walk during the day without feeling people’s stares on him all because a bunch of psycotic machines attacked this place. The next days for him, just because unlike others was made and not born, would be hell one way or the other and he could do what choose which one to get through. It was this thoughts that ruled on his head, despite his apparent cheerful behaviour…it was these thoughts that went around him right now and combined with the usage of the new combat protocols cause an strange reaction in him…who knows, maybe even the presence of a certain chaotic lady was to blame, maybe or maybe not, but one thing was certain, he just needed a push in the wrong direction, one small tap before he pretty much lost it. And given that he still had Freedom Wings under his command, it wouldn’t be a good thing if he did lost it
I don’t get it…what would be so important for you to do this…
Simo:
♦LIRYU♦
Liryu, at the time was just simply forcing her wings through the air, slicing the smoke in half around her as she hovered there just simply glaring at him. Her armor and horns glimmering from every direction due to the flames that still surrounded her and the rest of the people in the area. She was obviously, if paying attention; one of those most strange things there. Especially since she had such a huge role in a part of this little thing called destruction and peace. She just looked at him with a completely blank expression as he spoke, almost as if she was in her own little world as he talked on about… god knows what. Of course she didn’t mean to be disrespectful, it just happened to be someone who she despised and didn’t really wish to listen to. She saw his lips moving, but heard practically nothing as the constant clangs and clashes of the other battle that was currently going on echoed through the district. As he finished discussing his little point, she read his lips enough to get where he was heading in order to make her reply to him.
“Oh darling do you honestly think your little bonds can destroy mine with such ease? If you don’t recall, we’re precisely even… It all depends on who lasts the longest. But also.. Keep in mind. There will be chaos where ever there is life. War. Stress. Anger. All of it is a part of life dear~ so whenever you see that giant war over territory go on, or two gods fighting over one side or another… It’ll always be purely.. Aha..Chaotic.
Now if you don’t mind, I need a new seat since my entertainment moved.”
She stated rather darkly before she waved goodbye. And stopped flapping her wings and just dropped down into the air until last minute where she spun around and started to soar off a bit closer to where the robots have moved. It was like a sci-fy movie, but even better since it was right in front of her. Sure, there’s the possibility of being hurt; but why should she worry when petty things like those weapons would barely even scratch her? As she got closer and closer, she once again picked a high up seat, sitting on the burning metal which seemed to have absolutely no effect on her; or she acted that way at least.
Shadow:
Jaz
In the confusion created by “whatever it was” falling into the city Jaz used this as an opportunity to find cover. He hid behind some large pieces of ruble and examined the figure that had just fallen out of the sky. After the dust kicked up by the shockwave settled Jaz could see the “whatever” was a “whoever”. He whispered to himself, “I hate it when I’m right! This just got interesting.” He could see it was a tall man in all black who didn’t look like someone who could do all this to a city but Jaz knew not to underestimate the people of this world. After assessing all he could in the short time he had he emerged from the ruble and confronted the man in black. “Where does your allegiance lie?” As soon as it left his mouth he felt a bit silly because he didn’t even know where his allegiance lie.
Kiri:
Kasumi knelt there, her energy far more drained than what she had anticipated it to be considering her body should have already adjusted after using it at least once; she was wrong, this form took so much energy it was staggering, using the Final Inferno Genesis hadn’t helped at all as she had been intending to throw a lot less of the amount of power she had, but for some reason she couldn’t control the output. It drained her intensely because of it; she had the power, she just couldn’t control how much she was throwing out. It would have been different if her attacks threw out too little, that way she knew that it wouldn’t be so draining; no, instead of that it was the opposite, her body opened the facet at full blast instead of just plainly letting her control how much flow.
Grant seemed to be having a ball where he was, so Kasumi pushed herself up and looked to the ground for a few moments while gazing at the flames circulating around her and the city. It was still infuriating to the Kitsune what had happened, why did this bastard feel he had to do all of this? What was driving him? Who was he? Kasumi almost didn’t care at this point, but she felt she had to know who this was and for what reasons she had no idea why. Standing strong, Kasumi set the sword to one side and let flames curl down its form as she began walking straight past every one of the dolls that were the robots; her eyes and hair blazed, those crimson orbs flaming with an anger and determination to end this all.
“Grant, let’s go.”
Hiroaki kept his passive look in his eyes, he was simply just being serious here and now and wasn’t too bothered by the change in the woman, it felt to him she was dropping her little facade and though that meant he might need to fight she simply retreated to continue observing on everything that was going on. Hiroaki wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do, or what she was going to do, but his faith was further solidified by the strength of the bond below; it was the bond of people who could stick together and help one another, have each other’s backs and forever stay together as comrades who would assist them in their endeavors that led them down the path of the fate that they chose. Hiroaki didn’t move from his position right away, but in a few moments he did. He lowered himself onto a nearby building, watching as the flames on his forehead ceased their miniature inferno.
Razorbackwriter:
Kingdom of Alteria : Tourist District
Nothing could be more crazy, then how Grant or rather Irasho; the crazed masked anti hero. The way in which he skidded into the imaginary home base plate sent up a plume of dust and smoke, which cleared only to show Irasho dressed completely different. The large baseball bat had split and returned to the shape of the twin magical blades that the Queen had given Grant at the very beginning of his quest. He sported a long black leather coat, like the kind worn by a Matrix warrior, and while he may not have been wearing dark shades, his shattered item – the mask had turned into a wicked visage. His eyes were a ruby red colour, one could say blood like, and there was this hideous grin that showed off flashing razor white teeth. But it was not just a mask now, it was almost as though the man known as Grant no longer existed. One thing about this shattered item was…the more you wore it…the more it took over its wearer. Already Grant had shown signs of his personality becoming almost morbid in a sense. Kasumi was often so wrapped up in her own problems, with family and the past that she could have missed the signs of the degeneration of Grant’s very soul.
While Kasumi walked almost calmly past the lines of what were now dolls, Grant was sniggering. His back almost hunched though his broad shoulders made him seem larger than before. The baseball game with the blazing fire balls was fun, but surely it was not over. There had to be more fighting to come. Kasumi was blazing, her hair almost the colour of fire as she strutted along with her sword almost poised for what would come next, but she merely called out to Grant to leave the battle grounds. Irasho stopped the snicker but he quickly turned and snatched one of the heads of the dolls and with a quick snap with his hand the head popped off, with sparks and wires poking out of the neck. He couldn’t be blamed for wanting to leave a headless gift for whoever ordered the attack.
But as he fell in behind Kasumi, a voice was heard….calling…
Yami.exe” Come closer . Come to me , Child of the False Light . ”
Irasho turned his head then looked to see this…Yami character who was not even fighting by the looks of it….just staring.
Irasho placed a hand to his chest, and then in a voice reminiscent of De Niro, Irasho said back.
“Are you talking to me? Huh? Are you….talking…to me?”
~RB~
Fu:
Tourist Square
Yami : ” What a splendid appearance for the true nature of the powers of this false light . Very……….. very terrifying your powers truly are . I need to see more. ”
– Yami stared at the male as he responded by asking if he was being spoken to , which made the Robot walk slowly towards Grant and ignored the Robot as he seemingly struggled within himself . The air around him grew much more dense as he gotten closer before he changed his appearance as he scanned the male before him before his body cracked to reveal a slimmer figure with the same bodily build as him with longer hair and a blade in his hand . –
Yami : ” Visual Assimilation complete…… This body feels so much more refined and slim. Now , let me see your power up close…”
Name : Yami.exe
Race : Celestian
Power : Transcendant Robot Physiology
Age : ? ?
Danger Level : Robot Deity
– Yami’s grinned shone in this new face ; quickly running towards Grant with his blade to attack him downwards if it landed. However it was odd , the Deity of a sort did not move with a crazy insane speed or anything that would be expected of a god with such tremendous sensations about him. One could or would infer that this was all a game to him , he could’ve moved much faster. Was he testing the male ? –
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– Rain began to pour over the burning city ; as if signaling the ending of the robot invasion , but was it really ? More people entered the area ; one coming up to the black haired male who had landed from a building high up above without knowing who he was . The Vampire male known as Ori Ventrue would look at the male who spoke to him , before he spoke in a soft voice and uttered to him. –
Ori Ventrue : ” My allegiance is with the world. I am here to observe and since that is my duty I can’t interfere.”
– He meant just that , he couldn’t do anything but watch . This was no longer his world to protect on the front lines as he had done his duty quite a long while back , but that did not mean he didn’t care for the world . He knew when others had to replace him here , the people of the past sown the seeds for this future ; with Strong roots that will build into something marvelous in the future if allowed to take that path by the guiding hands of the past. Somewhere off in the distance Ori spotted a white haired boy who moved at very high speeds towards the people in the square .-
Charlie : ” How fast does this thing go- Whoah ! ”
– Random soldiers yelled at him , having not realized he was there as well as not being a part of Law enforcement he easily hijacked one of their vehicles without even knowing what he was doing . And off he went ; moving at an extremely fast speed towards the square where the others were . His upper body were elevated as his face showed an expression of pure adrenaline and excitement followed by the pumping thrill of moving so fast he didn’t know where he was going until he got there …… All in one piece or not. –
For Gizora….the party is only just getting started….
Razorbackwriter:
Terakus – Destroyer’s Domain
~Man, I feel like a woman.~
Nothing quite like watching a woman enjoy a cigar. Some men would pay a great deal of money for such a pleasure in fact, it was seen by some as a kink. To Gizora however, a good cigar and brandy was the norm – well back when he was in his true form. This was just another thing to get used too. As Gizora clenched the cigar between his teeth, a servant was quick to light the end, with the Destroyer taking a few puffs to truly get the cigar alight. When he was happy, he dismissed the servant with a mere flick of his fingers, while another poured both of them a glass of brandy each. Setting back now, brandy in one hand – cupped in a fashion by holding the glass within the cusp of his hand, and with the cigar held lazily in the other, Gizora blew out a smoke ring, whilst listening to Onryo explain his feats within his own realm on Terakus as the Destroyer slept.
” I must confess I could never surpass any of your diabolical achievements, My lord Gizora..But I suppose I have made my domain a very..unique place. One that my inherent power created..”
“I do like the idea that you managed to fashion a realm with your own personal stamp upon it.” A crooked smirk appearing upon his face. “We all know what you’re good at.” The Destroyer did admire Onryo’s tenacity and ability to get things done, even after everything that had happened in the past. .
Onryo produced an orb within his hand as a way in which to give the Destroyer a chance to see just what Onryo was talking about. While it would have been better to see it first hand, this was the best next thing.
“It’s become quite a confusing place..of death, unreality and nightmare. Those that realize themselves will relive their deaths and fears over and over again until they wish to forget again.. That is simply the way it is.”
Draping his arm back across the lounge, the Destroyer watched the images that played out like a voiceless slide show of just what the Dark lord’s victims and followers suffered. A never ending spiral of death and nightmares that were infused together so well that they lost all sense of what was real and what was theatrical. It actually brought about a dark chuckle from the Destroyer, who was deeply impressed by this. Absolute fear. Harvesting such would be like drinking the most potent elixir imaginable. Savoring each and every occurrence. It would never get dull and boring. Taking a small sip from his glass of brandy, he offered a saucy wink at Onryx. So far his reports have been most favorable, and Gizora could see that it was going to be quite the party when all the dark lords were assembled. The Creator would rue the day that he thought he could pull shit against the Terakians. The Destroyer was already plotting a spectacular comeback, but of course in this game of chess, you needed all your pieces upon the board. And that…was coming.
Foot steps could be heard approaching, and it didn’t sound like Charlie. A voice that was distinctly feminine rang out, one that had been giving some poor servant girl grief. With the orb within Onyryo’s hand fading out as he lowered his hand back down, it was clear that the Dark lord of fear also knew who was coming. Placing his cigar in the nearest crystal ashtray, Gizora went to stand as it was customary when meeting with one of the four.
Course, Onryo couldn’t help but make a wise ass remark. Giz, expected no less.
Hnn..Quite late, aren’t we? You’ve never been one for direction I suppose, Vithyra eheh..”
Like a kitten that was about to taste the cream, Gizora set down the glass of brandy and waltzed up to where Vithyra had just entered. The Destroyer’s grin was growing larger as he admired the Dark Lord of Delicacy’s current attire. How the armor melded with her form in such a figure hugging fashion. Down right sexy. The Destroyer was still very much a male beneath the female form that he currently took and this might make things a bit tense, until Vithyra figured out that the woman in red was her Master.
“You are a sight for sore eyes, Vithyra.” An appreciative growl coming from his glazed red lips. The Destroyer was not ruled by one sin….but by many. It was hard to know just which one would come to the surface at any given time. “Good to see that Onryo has not forgotten you either.” A quick glance back at Onryo would have the Dark Lord of Fear see that the Destroyer was enjoying the banter….for now.
~RB~
DemieJ:
: Terakus – Destroyer’s Domain.
.Vithyra Aethylla Rosherren.
Finally arriving at the Lounge with help of the maid, who was pretty scared for her life at this point, but nothing major that would concern Vithyra’s sake. “You can go now. . .” Vithyra Aethylla spoke first softly, but the maid just stood there frozen on the spot as she sighs loudly and then spoke again “GO!”, this time with a far more demanding and slight anger in her voice as she never liked it to repeat herself, specially to someone like a maid. The maid jumped a bit at the demand and then run off, down the long hallway, disappearing at the end, as she turned the corner.
Entering the Lounge, she made her entrance as she made a deep bow, knowing from the whole mood in the room, that the presence of her Lord was there, keeping her eyes focused on the ground, not wanting to stare or whatever at her Master as it would be considered rude. As she made her deep bow, Vithyra then heard a voice that was quite familiar as she smirks from ear to ear. ‘Hnn..Quite late, aren’t we? You’ve never been one for direction I suppose, Vithyra eheh..’, those words could only belong to one man and one man only as she knew right away that it was Onryo, giving his presence away. Slowly her eyes went up as she straightens her back and scanned the room with her dark eyes. She spotted Onryo right away and just gave him a slight smile, but her eyes went then straight to the woman dressed in red. ‘Who’s she?’, that was her first thought, but the she heard the words..
‘You are a sight for sore eyes, Vithyra.’, and with that it got all clear to Vithyra as her eyes widen a bit as surprise, was this woman really the new appearance of her Master, the great Lord, Ruler of them all? Not wanting to ask him or rather her, she just kept quiet and then heard the latter ‘Good to see that Onryo has not forgotten you either.’, then she was certain that this was indeed the Destroyer and smiled a bit brighter, before speaking “Oh my, what a nice words. Such a lovely surprise, my Lord” Vithyra Aethylla spoke as she made an other quick bow and then moved a bit closer, closing in on the distance between the three of them. “And a surprise indeed to see you, Master, in an appearance like that, must be making every man wild yourself now and knowing you, you must be loving it to the fullest. . . Oh and I do apologize, I did get lost. . .” she spoke as her eyes went over to Onryo on the last part, making it clear that he was right, her direction was rather off lately, but nonetheless, she had made it over here. “But. . . I’m here now. . .” Vithyra spoke as her eyes went back to her Lord.
Fu;
Terakus – Destroyer’s Domain.
– From another end of the building ; another adventure was unfolding. Not as epic as it may have seemed when one had found out what it was , Charlie for some reason begun to slowly become and act more like a kid then anything else and when he had reached the bathroom a couple minutes ago only his voice could’ve been heard from the bathroom door. Charlie however would run down the hallway and return to Gizora not too long after . What took him so long ? Well it’d be clear he would eventually talk about it at some point or another. Charlie noticed another dark lord entering and at that point he bowed his head to Vithyra and smiled. – ” Holaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa Senora Dark Lord~ ” – Charlie began waving stupidly at her but he did so out of excitement and didn’t mean to give off any kind of disrespectful vibe, it was literally just how he was. Other then that it would be seen that Charlie had toilet paper stuck on his hands ; as if he was having difficulty in the bathroom in general . He went over to Gizora and bowed a giant set of times as if he did something awful , upon inspection his face and hair was slightly wet- ” So so so so so so so so sorry Master Gizora , I went to the toilet but I accidentally slipped into the bowl ; I shouldn’t run……….. Other then that I tried to use the toilet like a man but I have no aim still , I can’t play fireman right ! Although when I finished up to clean my hands and my elephant I forgot about throwing away the paper….. * removes it from hand * but then I panicked, the door was locked and I ended up breaking it down. I thought someone locked me in but then I remembered I locked it when I came in . I need to sign up for potty training lessons again ! ”
– He began taking big kid steps around until he finally settled on walking around behind Gizora in a directionless motion , clearly the other Dark Lords knew Charlie was special and was allowed to do as he pleased due to them being up and active since the Shroud Era . He wasn’t as young as he looked ; and his true identity they would know but couldn’t acknowledge unless Charlie himself realized it . . . –
Razorbackwriter:
Terakus – Destroyer’s Domain.
Long ago, in the dark times the Destroyer took on a much more hideous form. A gigantic horned male, with crimson scale like skin, hooved feet and of course a pointed face that stretched out and down at the chin. His lips, eyes and eyebrows were black in colour and he was pretty much bald on the top of his head. He went about mostly in just the naked form, with the exception of a large belt that hung down enough to cover his over sized dong. So, you could imagine Vithyra’s surprise at seeing this shapely woman in place of the Master of all. Also, the Destroyer was known for keeping the robed and hooded scribes with him. Strange priest like beings that were no where near classed as being like Holy men, more like the anti league of priests, that often did strange ceremonies and sacrifices to appease the Destroyer. His former home was that of a hollowed out volcano that lay upon a sea of molten lava. The typical type of abode for one such as he. This time around, it was a completely different set up. Embracing the modern times, yet with some old traditions staying intact, like the awakening, the Destroyer’s form and current home matched that of the rest of the Dark Moon of Terakus. This all might take some time to get used too, but the Destroyer was taking it all in his stride.
Vithyra’s reaction brought about a pleased expression from the female Gizora. Watching the woman get over her initial shock, it would have been so easy to play a game on her, but with Onryo making light of the Dark Lord of Delicacy’s entrance it was simple to just go with the flow. Gizora had a way about him, that exuded the new confidence in this current form. Being a woman had it’s perks.
“And a surprise indeed to see you, Master, in an appearance like that, must be making every man wild yourself now and knowing you, you must be loving it to the fullest. . . Oh and I do apologize, I did get lost. . .”
“You’re surprised? How the hell do you think I felt and saw half my gathered priests beating their wicks at the sight of these beauties.” Giz gave her breasts a bit of a lift, which showed that they were ripe and quite plump beneath the soft fabric of her dress. “It’s one of the reasons I don’t have them here now. Seriously, the maids would spend half their waking hours cleaning cum stains off the floor.” With such a highly polished floor to, it seemed that the Destroyer was right in that assumption.
To be honest, Gizora didn’t need the priests….not when she had Charlie, who made a spectacular return from his trip to the bathroom. He announced himself with much bravado and noise. You’d think the Destroyer would be annoyed by such child like antics, but on the contrary, the Destroyer was getting a huge kick out of it. Watching him come back in, Gizora cocked her head slightly to the side when she noticed that Charlie’s hair was wet.
“Errr……” About to point out the obvious when Charlie filled them in….blow by shocking blow.
“Ohhhhhhhh.” A long drawn out ooo sound coming from playfully upturned lips. “Next time you might want to warn the cleaners, and I have to agree. Potty training seems like a really good idea.” Gizora nodded and then winked. So long as the wayward lad didn’t get a drop of potty water on him, he was fine with the antics.
“Right, now that the three of you are here, I want to discuss plans on which we can finally kick that Creationist son of a bitch in the ass. Status reports. I want to know who is working for us on that sad excuse of a planet, and just what I can expect to see happening within the next forty eight hours.”
The Master was back, and revenge was first and foremost on his mind.
~RB~
DemieJ:
.Vithyra Aethylla Rosherren.
Vithyra noticed Charlie walk in as she saw him nod towards her, as she nods back slightly, just being polite for once, specially with the Lord in the room, she better show her better side. ‘Holaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa Senora Dark Lord~’ at those words, Vithyra blinked a couple of times as she was a bit surprised by the way Charlie was speaking towards the Lord, but she kept her mouth shut, simply knowing that the Lord was smart enough to know if Charlie was truly rude or just being him.. Following the small conversation, Vithyra slowly turns her head, not wanting to hear this types of stories, specially having this come out of the mouth of Charlie was only making it worse. ‘Oh please. . . Someone stab me. . .’ She thought to herself as she couldn’t believe that these words were spoken in the attention of their Lord, their Ruler.
Then hearing the words ‘Next time you might want to warn the cleaners, and I have to agree. Potty training seems like a really good idea’ and that coming from the lips of her master, wasn’t making any of this more pleasant at all. ‘Skip the stabbing, just kill me in the quickest way possible. . .’ She thought again as she rolled her eyes, not believing her eyes. ‘Please skip to the more important parts, like what we are going to do. . . Please. . .’ Vithyra thought again as she then heard her Master speak again, this time saying ‘Right, now that the three of you are here, I want to discuss plans on which we can finally kick that Creationist son of a bitch in the ass. Status reports. I want to know who is working for us on that sad excuse of a planet, and just what I can expect to see happening within the next forty eight hours.’ as Vithyra’s eyes went back, focusing on her Lord as she smirks, thinking ‘Thank the dark forces for this. . .’.
“Off course, Master. To be honest I thought we would never come to this part. . . With Charlie. . .” Vithyra spoke as her eyes went over to Charlie at the moment she spoke his name and then went back facing her Master as she continued “With Charlie, just being Charlie. . .”. She wanted to stay polite and friendly, just this once. She didn’t like Charlie and that was well known, why, that was a thing that still need to be discovered. “But let’s get to business. . .” Vithyra spoke..
Razorbackwriter:
Terakus – Destroyer’s Domain.
Gizora’s head turned ever so slowly towards the dark lords that were in her presence. Something was off. Call it a sixth sense, or tapping into the mind thoughts of her most trusted, she sensed disquiet. Almost as though one did not wish to be there. Were they finding the meeting tedious thus far? Hell, the Destroyer had been out of the tomb for a matter of hours after centuries. So much had changed and there was a great deal that the Destroyer wanted to learn about what the Creationist was up to with his Celestial kings. Gizora went from being level headed and even…amusing, to looking as though the darkest of storms was approaching. There was like a growing tension so thick that you could carve it with a chainsaw. Huffing, she went to the nearest bar, and picked up a large universal remote, that gave her channel frequency on the planet of Alterus. Flicking through the channels much like a bored housewife in the mid morning, she finally stopped on a broadcast by a very well known face….it was one that had Gizora raise a brow and then her hand to the others present she placed a finger to her lips as she pressed the volume button.
Good afternoon my fellow citizens of Alteria, this is your queen Skylar speaking. I come to you with grave news, there has been an assault attack on the Hellgate prison. This is an emergency, a top security prison that holds the most dangerous criminals are all located there. This event if went unchecked will bring danger to Alteria and if they get free, Alteria will be in trouble of collapse. I come to you for help, I ask that you stand up for your home, our home and protect it with your life. This whole place is something that is precious to me, along with you all. I will even step down and fight along your side, if need be. Let us stand together and protect our home. If you’re for this, then you are to report to the Nautical District, you’ll board a ship and be brought to Hellgate. Your goals are simple, either get them back into their cells or simply put them down. I do not wish to see the day that this kingdom is in trouble, I thank you all for your cooperation for who will show their valor and protect Alteria.”
Listening with a sudden grin appearing, she then turned the off button and spun around to her audience, though one of them was not paying attention. Gizora’s eyes flickered between each of them, and then said.
“Now this….this is what the kind of thing I wanted to hear about. Mind you, coming from Skylar of all people…ugh that woman, someone should blow her up.” Tossing the remote onto the nearest couch, she walked up to Vithyra and stood right in her face. “Charlie is Charlie, but THIS…THIS is business.” She pointed to the now blackened screen and then her head snapped back around to the Dark Lord Vithyra. “No more lounging around on Terakus to let the spies do our dirty work. I think it’s time that we set up our own branch of operations on that shit hole of a planet. SO here is what I propose.” The Master was truly back, as you could see the determination and fire in those eyes of hers.
“That prison riot is a wonderful diversion from their forces seeing us make a fortress behind their backs. One hand can’t always see what the other is doing.” Surely Vithyra would know what that meant. “YOU….are my number one. Dark Lord Vithyra.” In behind them the Dark Lord of Fear stood. He had been waiting for his chance to make known of his current interests on Alterus, but the Destroyer was already well aware of his failings. Such as the one at the Abysmmal Pond. Walking over to Onyryo, who suddenly felt true fear for the very first time in his life, Gizora snarled, “You have failed me for the last time…Onyryo.” An arm rocketed out and seized him by the very throat, pinning him to a wall. “You pathetic worm. I should have you sent to the furnaces to work till you are nothing but bone…but I am merciful at the moment.”Was this to be the Destroyer showing a softer side? Hardly.
As the Destroyer’s fingers dug deep into the Dark Lord’s neck, she uttered a chant that had him shrink down till it turned into a bizarre looking toy. A furbee to be exact. Adjusting her grip, she then tossed the toy to Charlie, who she knew would enjoy it. The Dark Lord of Fear was now trapped in the vessel of a furry toy.
“Charlie, you can bring it with you on our trip.”
Spinning on her heel, she walked to a large window over looking the main thriving city of Terakus. “Time to say goodbye to all this…..and hello…to Alterus.” The menacing of her tone only grew as she held her hand out and a large swirling vortex appeared. One for the trio to pass through.
“This is cheaper than space travel. Follow me.”
The Destroyer then walked right through the portal of her own making, hopefully, Vithyra and Charlie would follow.
~RB~
Fu:
Terakus – Destroyer’s Domain.
” I’m on my wayyyy ; zoom zoom zooooooooooooooom ! ” – Charlie didn’t pay too much attention to the message Gizora was listening in on but he did get excited upon recieving a new item which of course he began to play with enthusiastically and smile like a idiot once more . But before She had conducted the portal he would quickly give to her a envelope containing the words : Open When Ready on them . And it held Gizora’s essence all over it. It was a letter from before she had fallen into slumber , a message from her previous self – ” I had to give this to you real quick M’Lord ! ” – When Gizora had recieved the item Charlie would begin to run towards it but eventually he looked back at the Only Dark Lord around before he made a ” Follow me” motion with his hands. –
” Lets go ! To The Land of Alterus ~ I want to see what’s over there ! Better be fun ! ”
DemieJ:
.Vithyra Aethylla Rosherren.
Hearing the message that was going on on the television, was rather a nice turn of events and Vithyra was surely liking it. And the words after it of her Lord, were just as pleasant to the ears as well. ‘Oh my my. . . We are going to cause some real trouble, finally~’ She thought to herself as she heard Charlie shouting around again as she shakes her head in disbelief, but stopped once the Lord walks over to her and spoke ‘Charlie is Charlie, but THIS…THIS is business.’ as she simply replied with “Off course. . .” and then heard the latter of her Lord, which was ‘No more lounging around on Terakus to let the spies do our dirty work. I think it’s time that we set up our own branch of operations on that shit hole of a planet. SO here is what I propose.’, Vithyra know that her Master was truly back now and the party was about to start..
‘That prison riot is a wonderful diversion from their forces seeing us make a fortress behind their backs. One hand can’t always see what the other is doing.’ Those words on the other hand made Vithyra’s eyes slightly widen, but the line that followed made her smirk. It was odd to hear it coming out of the mouth from her Lord, she had defiantly heard that line before, that she was his number one, but with the new body her dark lord was in, made it rather strange, specially with the womanly voice. The smirk on her face, disappeared as the whole scene played out in front of her, between her Lord and Onryo, she knew Onryo was in trouble, but it wasn’t in her power to interfere. Slowly closing her eyes as she sighs softly, knowing it was his own damn fault.
After that the portal got opened and Vithyra follows right behind her Lord and Charlie, through it. This was defiantly a better way to travel around and it would defiantly be a lot faster as well. ‘I wonder what we will walk into this time. . . After all, it’s been a while. . .’
The building of this colossal residence and chambers of the Destructor began many centuries ago. Only finished within weeks of the awakening of the Destructor, it has been created to house some of the darkest magics ever found on Terakus. With over one thousand rooms, and catering to every whim of the Dark Lord Destructor, it is a fitting to tribute to the rise once again of the Anti-God; Gizora.
Razorbackwriter:
Terakus -The Destructor’s Domain
A palace like no other. Towering turrets that shot off into the sky above – clearing the very clouds and dominating the landscape. The stone that was used in its construction had a certain golden fleck to it, that reflected the light of the three suns, and made it radiate even more heat than that which came from the underground caverns below the crusted rock. With large open air windows scattered in what looked to be a haphazard fashion, it actually allowed the air to circulate better than through normal means. The architect was either a genius or a certified whack job, but his skill had brought about the most amazing building in all of Terakus.
Getting out of the vehicle, which was now being driven off to the garages with the rest of the Destructor’s fleet, Gizora gazed upon the marvel of the tall statues that were much like massive gargoyles. Stone creatures that could be magically brought to life. Rock warriors. An ingenious idea for the front entrance. Passing beneath the monoliths, Gizora gestured with a finger for Charlie to follow inside. On passing through the opening double doors, the Dark Lord found himself in a massive foyer. Servants were in rows, all dressed in black and gold, bowing as Gizora passed them for inspection. Feeling completely at home, Gizora untied the robed that had been placed so carefully around his neck by Charlie and simply let it fall to the floor. With her bare bottom exposed, she swung her hips and went for the stairs. Time to find something more comfortable to wear. Giz knew that the Dark Lords would soon be at their door, to welcome Gizora to Terakus officially. There was much to do in the meantime, and getting ready was only one of them.
With a sexy laugh Gizora went in search of her closet.
“It better be big!” She sung out. No doubt Charlie would follow along behind.
Reaching the top of the second story, Gizora came to a long corridor with even more servants. There was clearly going to be very little privacy. Not that Giz cared. He was starting to enjoy this. Room after room of dark chambers, offices…and then it he reached it. Gizora’s private chambers. The doors opened to reveal opulence that would have any noble salivate…and it was all his.
“Oh Charlie. It’s beautiful.” And it was. Opening the closet doors, there were racks and racks of clothing – many were for men, but there was a large selection for women (thank goodness) and Gizora waltzed in with a bounce to her step as she surveyed the many racks of designer clothes. Labels, names, shoes…accessories. Gizora was quick to pick out a red dress, feeling it better to dress up a bit with the possibility of guests real soon.
Admiring herself in the mirror, she fluffed her hair and winked at her own image.
“Wait till they get a load of me.”
~RB~
Fu:
” OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH !!!! Your house is so sparkly, I’m going blind with envyyyy ~ ”
– Charlie began to slow down considerably as he observed home of his Lord ; staring , pointing , touching and screaming in excitement . His mannerisms at this point in time was similar to that of a boy who has entered a candystore for the first time , too much excitement to keep him sane ; but then again was he ever truly that ? As he motioned closer to her Charlie would find out that the robe she was wearing was on the ground ; so did that mean ? . . . Charlie spun around until he got dizzy trying to forget the thoughts on his head before realizing he would lose Gizora in the house if he didn’t keep up so he returned to chasing after her . It didn’t take too long to reach her as he began running to get close enough to hear her mention the closet while he was a few paces behind her and would reply –
” It’s the biggest ! ………….. I think ~ ”
– Charlie would say in a upbeat tone and then went unsure since he didn’t ever see it for himself but was certain it had to be at least impressive by his standards if anything . Nothing less then extraordinary for his lord , otherwise they’d pay for it with their lives for their lack of respect in reaching the ideal satisfaction of Gizora . Charlie would begin speeding up , running down the hallway with his hands up in the air as if he was a airplane soaring through the sky , motioning his shoulders up and down from side to side as he did. Once he reached the door just outside of Gizora’s closet he would stand right on the border of it and bow enthusiastically , doing so with too much spirit he had seemed like a kid trying to act like a soldier and failing hard at it. However due to the design of the building and the fact the area they were in was more or less close to vacant , the audible sounds of people approaching the area could be heard ; so it could be inferred that people were possibly on their way. Charlie would stare curiously at the direction of the nose while wondering if Gizora wanted him to go tell them to wait or to let them in .-
” Is the rest of Terakus ready to see youuuuu ? ”
Pharos:
+Onryo+
Was the rest of Terakus ready for Lucifer? It was the question Onryo had been asking himself since he had heard the news that Charlie and the other priests were preparing for the ritual. The dark lords had not been permitted to attend. Even if they had been, he himself likely would have declined the honor confusing such rituals tended to attract many powerful spirits that would come asking for retribution. In any case, it had been many hours since they announced the beginning of this dark sacrifice that had left Onryo unable to sleep and pacing so much amongst his chambers that one may believe the soles of his boots to wear away from the friction. He had even denied any food served to him from the small dark and bodiless spirits that squeaked in worry for him throughout the dark and empty hallways only lit with candlelight.
Onryo’s domain was a confusing place made up mostly of deformed and malicious spirit going through the motions as if they were still alive alongside outcasts and monsters. The sight of them would be frightening to anyone else that they lacked any other place to go. A neverending nightmare and labyrinth of strange sights. There was barely anything that could be considered alive there other than the dark lord himself. He had grown accustomed to that way of life since their master had gone away so long as to restore himself of the battles against Alteria. Onryo had come to eventually embrace his role, fighting to avenge the youkai that could not defend themselves from the humans and bringers of light that slaughtered them out of fear even though he was the one to be feared truly..
Such thoughts that consumed the dark lord of the comparison of long ago to now. He was not sure what he felt about this situation. Perhaps nothing at all expect to assume his role once more..or was there something there? Discomforting. Onryo felt he had lived amongst the dead for too long. His mind continued to roam in his pondering even now that he easily sat upon the large sill of a wide open window that offered a wonderful view of the dark swirling clouds encircling this place with shots of purple electricity veining out through the surface. He would not have been surprised if that was part of the magic of this castle as well that he could feel the powerful dark magics teeming throughout every crevice.
Having not yet been informed of their master’s arrival, Onryo continued to await them comfortably enough in leaning back to allow his heavy golden gaze to peer outward to the beyond with no visible emotion upon his features that were accenuated only by the feathered mask he wore. No one would think he was more magically inclined with the toned physique that lay wrapped intricately in layers of dark magician robes. Long tresses that ranged from dark purple to black flowed down his back that led up to similarly colored engraved horns that were notably scarred likely from the many battles before. Long slender fingers with long sharp black claw-like nails held a long kiseru type pipe. Moments passed that he brought this pipe to his pale lips to take in the delicious smoke from the silver metal end from before releasing slowly. Some form of tenseness within his form began to ease up.
Having been summoning to await the Destroyer, Onryo had not yet seen any of the dark lords. Some he had not seen for many years though he did not believe for a moment that anything dire had become of them. They had come to earn their status for a reason. It had been sometime that he remained there quietly amongst his thoughts in that dark place that eventually a demonic butler with the appearance of an old man couples with a black horns and pitchfork tail bowed lowly before making the offer to escort him to Lucifer’s chambers. Shifting to settle the pipe within a hidden pocket of his robes, Onryo nodded once in agreement to this. This was his first time setting foot in this place after all.
Standing to his full tall height, the demonic youkai stretched his limbs a bit before he had taken to following the butler with the heavy sound of boots tapping against the floor that alarmed those nearby that they were headed towards their location. They arrived at a luxuriously designed double doorway where his pointed ears perked to hear the voices of others inside but could not make it out exactly. A woman..? It could even be a mistress to his master. The butler came to knock lightly at the door to see if they were ready to recieve the dark lords. Onryo waited quietly, coming to lace his hands together in front. Perhaps that feeling of discomfort came that it felt like time was moving for him once again..
Razorbackwriter:
Terakus – Destroyer’s Domain
“You know Charlie? I’m going to miss peeing standing up.” This off the cuff comment was thrown out as Gizora turned this way and that in front of a series of glass looking mirrors. Taller than the Destructor, who was now a lot smaller in frame due to his current sex. This was going to take some getting used to. Not to mention how his Dark Lords would react to the …change. But with all things there are some doubts and a lot of questions. Clearly, the reason for the switch had to do with Alterus. That was something that Gizora was going to have to look into. The red sheer silk dress clung superbly to the Dark Lord’s figure and he had to admit that it felt really good against his skin. It was a lot better to see him actually dressed, than romping about naked like he had before. Slipping into some stunning red stilettos, Gizora bent over to lace each one up, with her chestnut tresses falling forward to shield her face like a fine veil. It was at that moment that there was a knock on the chamber doors.
~KNOCK KNOCK~
“Presenting his Excellence the Dark Lord Onryo.”
The twin doors to Gizora’s chambers swung open, only for Onyro to catch a glimpse of what was the Destructor’s shapely silk covered backside.
“Already?” Gizora was not exactly ready and snapped back up, with her hair flying back. She turned her head to look back over her shoulder and instantly recognized the well dressed Dark lord standing just shy of the door.
“Onryo! Been a few years. Come in.” Totally forgetting that the Dark Lord night not recognize him like this. It was only when he saw his reflection that he paused and then beamed. “And before you say anything….It’s still me underneath….this.” He swept his well manicured hand in front of him like a model on one of those game shows.“Something to do with the genetic sampling….or…just that freaking planet where the Observer keeps his minions. I don’t know.” Yes, it was still a mystery to the Destroyer, but one he was going to figure out.
Gizora sashayed across the floor, very much like you would expect a woman too, and extended a hand to shake Onryo’s. It was also then that the Destructor could smell tobacco. Oh what he wouldn’t give for a cigar right now. The demonic youkai was of course much taller than Gizora, but he could easily see that he knew his place in the scheme of things by the way in which he held his body.
“I take it that you have met Charlie.” He gestured to the white haired assistant who had shown such exuberance in Gizora’s awakening. “Top bloke. A real keeper. Only one game enough to test my tits to see if they were real. Well, aside from me of course.” Gizora winked and then gestured for the door.
“A tour…that is what I want. And a cigar….maybe some brandy.’ Gizora marched forwards towards the door.
Many of the faithful had started to trickle out from the mountainside chamber of Gizora to watch as the Destroyer and her new assistant were getting set to go off to what would be Gizora’s new home on this dark moon. Charlie had been overjoyed with the Destructor’s decision to make him such a high rank in his eyes. With the frantic bowing and happy expression, Charlie followed Gizora to the black vehicle that would take them both down the mountain. Climbing inside, Gizora settled back comfortably upon the fine leather upholstery and waited for Charlie to join him. Course, he would be shown to sit directly opposite, so that the Dark lord had more room on his side of the car. With the door closed and the driver racing around to get in behind the wheel, it was time to head off. Course, Gizora had been waiting for Charlie’s detailed report on the one known as the Creator.
The car headed off, with much fanfare and waving from the faithful, which soon became nothing but a blip behind them as the vehicle picked up speed. Focusing upon Charlie’s expression, the tale that he told said much of how the Creator had been away from his own world, in very much the same way that he had. It was interesting to note, that preparations were indeed underway to combat whatever the Terakians had in store for when their leader awoke.
“I should have expected nothing less.” Gizora said, taking a moment to stare out the tinted windows at the mountain range roads, before returning his gaze back to Charlie. The large amounts of power that had been detected overtime by the scholars was deciphered as being The Observer’s Dungeons. This had Gizora rub her chin with her well manicured hand. Her eyes narrowed as the story continued. Specially designed for those of high magical skill to work through and recreate as a home base. The very idea was now making the Destructor think that they should be able to accomplish a similar feat upon Terakus. With enough faithful that were willing to awaken the Dark lord, anything was possible. Not to mention it was well within his powers to help make it a reality. If there was anything that the Creator could do, the Destructor could match it.
As Gizora was about to give the order that he wanted the same built on Terakus, Charlie mentioned that elite teams of Terakins were on Alterus as they spoke and were moving quickly to gain as much insight and knowledge to bring back to Terakus for the utilization of it’s own people. It was brilliant. Simply brilliant.
“Oh how pleased I am to have so many that are dedicated to the triumph of Terakus against those….down below.”Speaking as he would of how he regarded those on Alterus as being beneath them. It was clear that Gizora had a lot to do in the coming days and weeks, but the first thing he wanted more than anything was to see where he would be based.
“So how is my home coming along, hmm? I hope there is a closet, cause..” He flipped open the robe, exposing his female form. “I can hardly keep going to events like this.” Gizara pressed a button on the side of the car door that turned on the speaker system as music soon started to flood the interior of the car. It was a song that made Gizora bop her head in time to the beat.
“Just another little thing, Charlie. You…and your report, are more than satisfactory. So….relax…” The Destructor eased back and crossed her legs sensually, as the car sped along to her new home.
~RB~
Fu:
– Charlie had his face pressed up against the wall of the vehicle the moment he had finished speaking earlier and was told what he has spoken to his Lord was a satisfactory answer. From the angle of his positioning as he was looking out the window , his eyelids were shown to be quite baggy . He hasn’t been actively watching his own health ; most likely due to his staying up most nights and crashing or simply sleeping less and less with each day. He is somehow still energetic , or maybe that’s just his crazy running his system. Once Lord Gizora had spoken about her new estate Charlie would answer immediately to let her know what it was like. –
” Yes M’Lord your home is fully equipped with anything you may possibly need. We have began construction a few centuries ago , I won’t be surprised if it has ascended beyond the artificial atmosphere here and goes up into the sky. M’lord your home as well will look great I can assure you . We took into account everything you enjoy and favor in this world and made it into your home. We do have to mention that this building was created with a mage’s help as the construct is purely made of the most complex magical forces , as we didn’t know what precisely you imagined your home so we gave it the appearance of a palace for the moment but once you arrive you are free to re-imagine it’s architecture and design to however you’d like . You are our God after all , there is nothing you can’t do ! * squeals before regaining composure *. I do want to let you know now and we are terribly sorry if you can’t recall ; but you told us to take samples of you in the past to perform some experiments which also explains why your body isn’t at it’s entire best as of yet. This has brought together quite a bunch of results , but as you know considering Genetic Spawns and such , some if not all of the Dark Lords should be waiting for you in your home . They couldn’t be at the ritual due to the ritual’s rules , it is a stingy rule we know . I think we are getting close however , so I hope you are ready to see your home !”
– Charlie was never this talkative but to a being like Gizora he had no choice but to be so upbeat and more full of life then he normally was. He waited so long for this day and now he was here, he wasn’t going to let this moment go to waste , nor did he plan on ever doing so . He was also quite informative on filling things in for her , as he was born to be a assistant of sorts for her so he clearly knew quite a bit even though he was supposed to be a lowly servant. This didn’t stop him from getting the necessary information that would prove vital for Gizora and letting her know what she rightfully deserved to know and if she had ever wanted to inquire more he would provide more information for her.-
Razorbackwriter:
The Dark Moon of Terakus
The roads that came down from the mountain were winding ones, that were carved into the side of the mountain, with precarious edges that the black vehicle just made it around. It added to the fear factor for those that dared to make the trek up to the resting chamber of the Lord Destructor. Everything made on the Dark Moon had that taken into account. The meticulous planning for each and everything – a hall mark of the devotion that its people placed upon given tasks. With the start of the city approaching once the car made the final bend, did Gizora truly start to see the magnitude of the civilization born from an ideal. One of many metropolises that were spread across the moon, each with sections that catered to each functioning part. From industry, to finance, the city heart, accommodation towers for workers and the lower end, plus the grand estates of the Dark lords. Combat training grounds and arenas for blood sports that could hold over two hundred thousand souls.
As the car sped along the busy road, given special lighting clearance to make good time, the driver had a special GPS unit that alerted him to the navigational data to take the Destructor to his home. What would be the towering glory of the main metropolis, like silver sliced shards that went high into the very clouds – above and beyond any other building near it. A beacon almost in what was a dark sky.
Seeing it for the first time, Gizora’s face was one of great pleasure. The building being everything he had ever imagined, as it was a testimony to his will and power over the countless years. A hand raised to the tinted pane to touch the glass as if he wished to curl his fingers around the very structure from the distance. Home. A place whereby the Dark Lords may gather in his presence and pay homage.
Of course, Charlie was more than happy to inform the Lord Destructor with everything that he knew of the makings and planning of his future residence. It had taken centuries to build and was even aided with the help of a mage, to conduct the most magical of feats within, along with harnessing even greater power. Gizora brought her hand down to a fist and bumped it on her knee. A sign that he was more than pleased with this news.
“You are our God after all , there is nothing you can’t do !” His squeal of enthusiasm was matched by that of Gizora who totally forgot himself and joined the high pitch chorus. “And if I haven’t done it, I bloody well will.” A slight eyebrow wiggle showed that the Destructor had managed to keep his sense of humor over time.
Finding their composure again, after Giz let out a little wooo sound, he listened to Charlie speak about the DNA samples that had been harvested over time. “Ah yes, I was wondering how that went. Not exactly easy to get them from me, but that might explain a lot about my appearance, no?” Meaning that he was in the image of a she. It was true that not all his powers had returned to him, but when they did…..look out.
There had been a number of results from the Genetic testing and subsequent spawns, which caused Gizora to smirk.“It’s a hell of a lot easier than having to carry them in your body for nine months. Let alone have to spit them out. I had worried about giving birth out of my dick. Had I known I would be a woman this time round….” She tapped her lip then said “…eh, still wouldn’t have wanted the stretch marks and cravings.”
A cough from the driver’s seat alerted the pair in back that they had arrived at their destination.
“We have arrived, your Lordship.” The driver saying the only thing needed. The vehicle pulled through the grand gates and started up the driveway towards the colossal building before them. Gizora’s eyes followed it up till it broke through the clouds.
“Home…sweet home.”
The driver opened the door, and it was then that Gizora happened to notice Charlie’s gaunt appearance. “A little tour…and then you need to eat and rest. Don’t want you dying on me, Charlie.’
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Fu:
” You can give birth in any way that you want ; those concepts can only apply to you if you want it to be like so . You literally do make the rules and yes we’ve gotten to Lord Gizora’s home . After you Master ! ”
– He listened to her speak attentively so he didn’t miss anything and responded ideally while giving her a soft smile . It was time for them to get moving , time for them to enter the Palace that belonged to their Lord. Charlie was excited to go see it for himself , he has only heard about it and seen it from afar but today that has all changed on a few words Gizora had spoken. He followed her on out the vehicle and escorted her into her estate , wondering how many Dark Lords will be in attendance and if anything else would reveal itself in time . He didn’t want to blab too much on their way into the domain of the Lord , and so off they went to check out her home-
Appearance : is both forms, depending on which planet he/she is on.
Male
Female
Name : Gizora or (Lucifer)
Age : As Old as Time itself, born after Creation.
Race : Anti God
Respective World : Terakus – Opposite to Alteria.
Role : Head of all evil, ruler of the Anti world.
Personality : All things evil, wicked, a schemer, bad tempered yet likes a joke at your expense, dangerous, unpredictable, just plain nasty.
Powers / Abilities :
Capabilites ; Anti Gods or Primordial Voids represent the counterpart and sometimes the dark aspects of a Supreme Deity in many verses, they existed before the multiverse itself and are considered the essence of all evil, darkness, chaos and the ultimate decreator of the universe ranking them among the most powerful entities.
Anti Gods are vital to the balance of the cosmos as they represent the other side of the coin in the perpetual conflict between good and evil.
As there is only one Supreme God there can only be one Anti-God.
Some are not villains but destructive aspects or forces vital that are charged to bring the universe to an end.
The Anti-God is not to be confused for a demon but is the originator of all demonic forces and everything related to it.
Where as a God plays the role of “Creator”, the Anti-God plays the role of “Destroyer”.
Anti-Gods are beings of unlimited power giving them the ability to destroy entire universes; in some cases even compared to the supreme creator,a clash between them could cause the multiverse to be destroyed and recreated. Anti-Gods represent and are the prime originators of all that counters creation, giving it absolute domain over dark powers.
Sub powers;
The ability to conjure an energy that can annihilate all other forms of energy.
This power requires a high level of concentration and stamina because the energy easily dissipates.
Requires extreme caution as it can kill anyone on contact — includes the user of this ability.
Energy easily dissipates in nanoseconds because of all the energy in the universe.
Power to manipulate destructive energy
The destructor can create, shape and manipulate destructive energy, capable of destroying anything without leaving a single trace.
Energy cannot be used for more constructive usage that does not involve destruction.
May be hard to control.
Very destructive and dangerous.
The power to collapse objects into dust. Not to be confused with Death Inducement.
Can cause targets (whether organic or inorganic material) to lose cohesion in various means. Some can make matter fall part, wipe away target on a molecular/sub-molecular level or even revert matter into pure energy. Regardless of the means, target is reduced to either molecular/sub-molecular dust or energy but not absolutely annihilated.
Atomic Dissociation: A catastrophic effect that de-anchor’s atomic/molecular structure.
Cellular Disintegration: disintegrate organic cells.
Disintegration Aura: an aura that disintegrates anything within.
Disintegration Beam: beam that can disintegrate matter.
DNA Disintegration: dissolute living bio-matter.
Electric Field Negation: sap electric fields turning objects dust, dust into atoms and atoms into nothing.
Evaporation: disperse objects into gases.
Granulation: turn objects into sand.
Incineration: disintegrate the target via intense temperatures.
Self-Disintegration: disintegrate one’s body molecules to dust and eventually, integrate back to normal form.
The ability to negate an objects electric field and destroying an objects structure.
The Destructor can negate an objects electric field thus removing any form of structure. They can reduce any object into dust and the dust into atoms and atoms into nothing.
May be limited by how much or how big an object they can destroy.
May take time for the object or person to be full destroyed.
Cannot affect users of Omnilock or Absolute Immortality.
Only physical matter is destroyed, spirits, for example don’t have an electric field.
Bio : For all that is good, there has to be that that is the opposite. Gizora, is just that. The Anti God and ruler of Terakus. A moon off Alteria, that happens to be home to all those that are the alters of the good on the main planet. Suspended in time and space due to the last time that the forces of good and evil met, Gizora is about to awaken in a world that is just ripe for her ways. Course, in this alter world, he is a she. A perfect opposite to the one that would set foot on Alteria. Don’t let appearances fool you. One false move and she will do you like a dinner.
“Ever dance with the devil and live to tell the tale?”
Hate and revenge can lead you down a very dark path. This is what Scar and Mariela are about to find out. What if they are not the only ones that are lost in the Maze of Greed?
Scene setting : Maze of Greed – Seven Sins series.
Co-written with Dessy and Artie.
Razorbackwriter: “I was speaking all la de da. You know, fancy talk. I didn’t mean that you were mywitch…I…I…oh forget it.” Trying to explain his faux pas was just making him seem a bit silly. He didn’t mean to upset her, but by her body language the damage was done. When a woman folds her arms and gives you the look, its best to settle your bets and pay your dues. Even if you meant no harm by it. The alp much rather find a way to help the witch get far as he could from Lydia’s clutches, but now that they were in the maze, it was going to be easier said than done. Course, she interrupted his chain of thought when she mentioned that Lydia was far more evil than she first thought. Lydia had gone out of her way to earn the young witch’s trust. Becoming a woman who was nothing more than a fraud. Oh she seemed lovely, alright, but the clues were there. Like when she killed Warner, and used his blood as a sacrifice for the Devil. Did the Devil himself not say that she was an ambitious little bitch? This was of course all well before Scar arrived on the scene. And he was summoned from the book of shadows. Lydia’s grand plans for him were to keep Mariela out of harms way as she plotted the ball, and then what was to happen afterwards, when everything fell into place. Again, Scar knew that Mariela was the key to Gabriel’s curse or the removal of it. But Scar had taken Mariela into the maze first and well before Lydia was ready. That was why she appeared in the hand mirror held by the raven man.
“You…remember the hand mirror, don’t you?” Scar started, his face now perfectly serious. There was no joy or mischief in his voice. “There….is another one. Here….somewhere in the labyrinth. A bigger mirror…a looking glass.” It appeared the Alp knew a whole lot more about Lydia’s schemes than first imagined. “It’s not hers. It belongs to a Warlock. I think his name was…Raul, or something. Anyways, it is enchanted just like the one I broke.”
Scar fidgeted with his hat nervously as he bowed his head. “My understanding is that the Lydia in the mirror is in another dimension. It was why I thought….that it was safer out here, than in that hall.” Was the Alp starting to regret bringing the witch out into the maze? “As for….the price of using my hat as a way to escape, the price could be a greater one than you are prepared to pay. As I said before, magic always comes at a price.”
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Dessy: Mariela stared at him, raising an eyebrow as the alp tried to explain himself… but miserably failed. “‘Fancy talk?’ That’s what it is?” she said, before she just ended up grinning when he told her to forget it. She didn’t know what had happened for Scar to start calling her “my witch” when she wasn’t his property. But if he was trying to earn brownie points, it wasn’t working. Not right now. Mariela was still a little unhappy that Scar never gave her an explanation. She also didn’t like whatever was going on in the maze. She was a little angry about that.
Mariela nodded her head when the hand mirror was mentioned. Her face turned into a frown when Scar grew serious. Most of the time he was always happy and playful, so seeing him so serious was weird. “What does the mirror have to do with anything?” she asked, putting her arms by her side. “And why did a warlock give it to her?” she then asked afterwards. She was so full of questions, and so curious.
Mariela watched him fidget with his hat, her green eyes watching him as he talked. “So, there are two Lydia’s? Why and how? And what does this “other Lydia”,” she made air quotes with her fingers. “…want to do with me?” she then pointed to herself. She listened to him again, and she thought that Scar was regretting taking her out to the maze. That’s what it sounded like, at least. “What do you mean “a greater one than I won’t be prepared to pay”? Scar, I have no idea what you are talking about…” she sighed, and gave a roll of her eyes. “I know magic always comes with a price! Everything comes with a price!” she said, annoyed, and moving her arms around the air dramatically.
Razorbackwriter: Scar grimaced as Mariela’s anger started to get the better of her. Here she was, stuck in a horrid maze with the Alp, when she could be back in the ball room. Though little did they realize just what had gone down within those walls. Scar certainly didn’t know….not yet. All he knew was that when he took Mariela from the ball room, he genuinely feared for her life. Some of Hell’s most powerful beings were in that room, and with murder taking place, unruly fights…well, Scar figured some of them might succumb to the blood lust and attack a pretty thing like Mariela. She totally took his words the wrong way, and he felt like she was scolding him for it. It really was just an honest mistake, and yet he could feel the rise of her anger. She was becoming more and more animated. Flailing her arms about her wildly. His answers had only made her want to ask more questions. For example, what did the mirror have to do with anything? Why would a Warlock give it to her?
The alp was starting to feel drained. He had no idea that Mariela would be so damn curious about…well everything. His job was to keep her in the dark. That was what Lydia had set for him. But after the wonderful times he spent with the witch, he had lost sight of what was required.
“Why would a Warlock do a deal with the Demon of Ambition….and Greed? Why do you think?” Now he had an exasperated tone. Scar had only overheard the pair plotting, but not actually met the Warlock properly. “He obviously thought there was something to be gained. I don’t know….maybe…maybe…” the Alp stuttered. Racking his brain of possible conclusions. “There must be…a damn good reason. Maybe they had a common enemy. You know, revenge and hate can lead you down a very dark path.” He glanced around him and then he suddenly had a clue. “What if….there is someone in this maze, beside us? What if, she let him use the maze…for a purpose other than her own?’
Perhaps the Alp was on to something, but the train of thought left his mind when Mariela again quizzed the hat and the price that would be paid for using the magic within. The colour drained from his face, as he stepped right up to her and went to grab her shoulders. Staring at her he said softly.
“Imagine a place where you had no power, no magic. The hat is a portal in a way. You could use it and save yourself.”Scar turned his head away from her as he closed his eyes. Was his love for her so much that he was willing to make the ultimate sacrifice?
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Dessy; Mariela took a deep breath and put her arms by her side. She was getting angry. This entire thing was just frustrating her in many ways. From being dragged out of the ballroom, to being in a terrifying maze, to this whole confusing mess with the two Lydia’s and the two mirrors. It was frustrating the young witch. All she wanted was for the entire mess to be over, and that’s it. She rested her arms at her sides, watching Scar as he spoke.
“Why would a Warlock do a deal with the Demon of Ambition….and Greed? Why do you think?”
This caused Mariela to give a shrug of her shoulders. She didn’t know. It could be anything. But Lydia and this warlock were obviously working together for something. For what, Mariela didn’t know. “I know there must be a “damn good reason”, but what is that reason?” she asked. The witch was too curious for her own good – asked so many questions. “Yeah… “Hate” is starting to lead me down the path where I’m going to destroy the next living creature that appears in this damn maze.” she grumbled, putting her hands on her hips. At Scar’s next words, Mariela’s eyes widened. “What purpose would that be? And if there is someone else in this maze, then we have to find them, Scar. We can’t leave them in the dangers of the maze.” she spoke, now determined to save whoever this person was from the terror of the maze. She wasn’t going to just leave them here.
All of a sudden, the color drained from Scar’s face when she mentioned the hat again. He grabbed her shoulders, staring at her as he spoke, and Mariela’s green eyes stared into his red one’s. “If losing my magic is the price I have to pay, then I’m not doing it.” she spoke, but watched turn away from her and close his eyes. “My magic is the only part of my family I have left, and I fully intend on keeping it.” she spoke, crossing her arms now. “And I never said I wanted to go to another dimension. Because I don’t.” she said, but her face softened. “There’s something you’re not telling me about this, Scar. I can see it in your face.” she said. She took one of her hands and placed it on the Alp’s shoulder. “What is it?” she then asked, tilting her head to the side as her other hand lay by her side.
Artie: Blackness, then slight light. More blackness, then light again.. Bandit’s eyes would flutter open slowly, laboriously, her head pounding as though she’d been knocked out. What a hell of a dream.. Though, she would soon find it wasn’t much of a dream. Her wrists felt sore underneath her, her whole body aching with a dull and burning pain. She would push herself off of the grass, attempting to take in her surroundings through a fog of pain in her head. Her eyes blinked again, lids heavy and yet not fully opened yet. A light groan escaped her lips, a tired look on her face that had a prominent bruise on her cheek, in the midst of a healed but dirty cut. How it had gotten there, she couldn’t tell. Blonde hair that was stained brown fell into her face, furthering to cloud her vision. With a light huff the female would manage to sit herself up, reaching to her neck to find no collar… a clear ploy of some sort. She was sure it had merely moved itself to be around an ankle, but she wasn’t sure. At the moment, all of her limbs felt painfully dead and dull.
“Hello?” The word formed on her lips, but her throat was so dry all that came out was a soft croak, more along the lines of ‘grnoa?’ She herself could only barely hear the noise come from herself – it was so painfully quiet of a noise. This was the effect of little water, the burning that steadily rose a direct symptom of this dry throat. She would lick her lips, but unsuccessfully, as her tongue had little moisture to begin with. As she began to somewhat focus, yet still weakened, Bandit would gaze down at herself. She was fortunate to be back into clothes, her prior clothing.. It was in the same dirty condition, with a minor tear on the hem of her shirt or pants leg, but otherwise they seemed to be unaffected. Where am I? Pure willpower would force her to crawl to a hedge of the maze across from her, sitting up but un-moving as she appeared almost dead, eyes barely open from the energy crawling here had required. Her head slumped a bit as her eyes closed, the sounds of something in the distance.. voices, maybe? She couldn’t be sure if they were friend or foe, but she would try to not make herself known, knowing an enemy wouldn’t be fended off if she was found..
There are a few jobs at the port, but one might be able to get apprenticeship here. The port is the main form of import and export, especially to other Cities across the world. Also, it is perhaps the easiest way to enter or leave the City.
Levis: A young man with a eyepatch on his right eye sat at the docks. His white jacket over him as he stared into the sea. He let out a sigh and pondered a idea and how would to go about it. How would he get rid of other hunters he was a one man army. He would need the help of someone strong, but how would he go about it.
“Hmmmmmmmmmm, bloody hell fucking hate hunters.”
Razorbackwriter: The number 29 bus pulled up just shy of one of the fish and chippery shops that was located near the warehouses at the top of the docks. The driver pulled the lever across for the passengers to disembark, but today there was only one. A dark haired girl, wearing a grunge fit. Black shirt with some random band name on it, black jeans and boots. Her hair was tied up haphazardly into a loose ponytail and it bounced behind her as she took off down the two steps and landed on the pavement. She gave the driver a half hearted wave, before taking out her ear phones and inserting them into her ears. A quick tweak on her cell phone and soon music was streaming loudly through her ears, enough to block out the surrounding loud noises of industry and boats horns blaring on the harbor.
The girl had a pronounced swagger as she walked along, her hands stuffed into pockets. She hunched her shoulders over slightly and kept her head down so as not to give rise to anyone thinking she would be looking at them. The smell of the port was distinct. Diesel fumes and dead fish. Odd how she actually enjoyed the scents.
Vyvyan continued her walk up the dock, where many a trawler was tied up and the voices of the crews unloading their catch of the day would be sprinkled with obscenities and good banter. No one seemed to notice Vyv. That was the way she liked it.
Only when she found a couple of disused bait boxes, did she take a seat. Her head rising enough to for her to cast her gaze out to the water. A million thoughts and feelings rippling through her, as she tried to find calm. Her mother’s latest boyfriend had beaten Celia the night before and Vyvyan had just come from the hospital. Her mother was going to be in ICU for about a week. That is if she survives. A swelling of hatred filled the void that was her heart and she grit her teeth angrily, as she let the sounds of Marilyn Manson take her away from it all.
Levis: Creed sighed and pulled out his phone he had got a job as a sub teacher for a school. He would know which one soon and just yawned. Pulling up his eye patch his gold color eye showed off. As he wondered more and more. Pulling out his caster gun he decided to look through it. It was a work of art, but how it would work is unknown. He couldnt figure how he could cast magic with it. Since well magic wasn’t in his blood and he was only a hunter.
Razorbackwriter: The light breeze that came in off the water teased Vyvyan’s hair gently and the setting seemed peaceful. But if you could hear the screaming and the lyrics of the song blasting in her ears, looks were truly deceiving. Vyvyan gripped the edge of the bait box on which she sat as she shut her eyes so tight as though to block out the view. In her mind was violence, blood, revenge, hatred and murder. Murdering her mum’s latest boyfriend in a wild frenzy, where she grinned mercilessly, whilst wielding an ice pick into his chest. Blood spurting all over her face, dribbling down her cheeks to fuse with the hot tears that sprang from her eyes.
The song soon came to an end, and it was only then that Vyvyan opened her eyes and saw where she was. She’d done it again. Letting her emotions fuse with her darkest desires. It was always the same. Playing over and over again. But did she have the guts to kill the monster of a man that called Celia his woman? No…not yet. But the time would come….and he would pay.
Another ten minutes passed as Vyvyan surveyed the ships on the water, and then she brought her attention back to the jetty. It was only then she noticed a man with an eye patch, not far from where she was sitting. Vyvyan hadn’t noticed him before, but now that she had seen him, the young witch noticed something that he was waving about. It looked like a type of gun. Was he going to kill seagulls with it? Take pot shots at the fish? Intrigued, she pushed herself off the stack of bait boxes, and strolled on over, a cheeky smirk playing on her lips.
“What’s with the eye patch? Are you a pirate?”
Vyvyan was never one for subtlety. “Where’s your parrot?” She added. Now enjoying this game of questions. Her eyes danced lightly, till settling back on the caster gun in his hands. She wondered what it was. Vyvyan was half tempted to steal it from him.
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Levis: Creed heard what seemed to be a girl who spoke to him. He turned his head his lifted eyepatch showwing off his amazing colored eye. His experssion not cold, but kinda of annoyed at some degree. He study which was the black hair female who he would learn soon whos name. He put his gun up knowing full well what she would do.
“Haha, and what are you miss queen of the dark lands of hell which all flirts go to. also no you are not going to touch this gun I can see it in your eyes.”
Creed was smarter then this girl would give him credit for, he couldnt tell if she was a witch yet, but with enough time he might be able to if she did anything out of the strange. He kept his duel colored eyes on her the gold and brown. With his golden eye with a bright gleam to it.
Razorbackwriter: Vyvyan’s wit looked to have gotten her in trouble off the bat with this eye patch wearing dude. He didn’t look to happy when she made fun of his eye patch, and lifted it so that she could see the golden eye that sparkled beneath it. Normally when a person wears an eye patch, they do so cause their eye is either injured, or they simply don’t have one. Instead of putting the gun that he was toying with away, he raised it up to her level and called her out. it was what he called her that made her raise a brow, but the fact the gun was pointed at her, she didn’t like. You really shouldn’t point a gun at someone, unless you are prepared to use it. This was not the time for wise cracks, though she could feel the anger from earlier when she was sitting on the bait boxes, come back to the fore. Her breathing became ragged as her lips parted slightly. There was a trigger of fear that caused her to do what came next. She didn’t want the gun, but she also didn’t like it being pointed at her. Her hand raised up from her side, fingers extending as though she was charging up a ball of energy that made her fingers tingle and spark.
With one sweeping move of her hand, she used an untapped power to attempt and knock the gun clear from the man’s hand. A loud grunt accompanied the move while she grit her teeth, her lips parting so he could see the determination to stop him from using it against her.
If this worked, he might think twice about trying to hurt her.
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Levis: Creed watch her and glared at her, this witch didnt know he was a hunter. A person bred for this kind of thing to stop witches and even the smallst hint of power would be a dead give away. Creed’s eyes watch her and without a second more he saw what was a ball of mana. A attack maybe, but it seemed to small for that. Instand it was aim for his gun without a second thought. He quickly put his in his holster making her miss the target. He got up fast and pulled out a real gun and pointed right to her forhead.
“So, your a witch huh, well I am a hunter any sudden move a bullet will go through your head.”
Creed look down at her keeping his gun to her head. He wasnt bluffing his eyes had that killing intent like hers. Something almost the same. Creed moved his gun from her head which was odd. He was a hunter shouldnt he just shoot her and get it over with. He place it back in its holster.
“Next time don’t do something so god damn reckless if it wasn’t me you would of been shot down.”
Razorbackwriter: The charge of power that Vyvyan tried to use simply bypassed the target, since he was fast to sheath it in it’s holster and then bring out a real gun. Not that Vyvyan knew the difference right away. He moved with a speed that was unnatural, and this made the hair on the back of her neck stand on end. For a moment she held her breath as he pointed the gun at her forehead. The events of earlier paled in significance to what was happening now. Events of her life seemed to go on a high speed flashback as though this….was it. But surprisingly, the girl didn’t flinch. In fact, she almost welcomed it. Having spent hours at her mother’s bedside, and knowing that she would be returning to the squalid and cramped apartment alone, the chance of having her head blown off would end the sad and sorry existence that she had had up until now. This man had no idea why she was even at the port in the first place. Could he read her mind? All he knew was that she was a witch – something no one had ever publicly called her. There was the crease of a smile forming when he said he was a hunter. She’d heard of them in passing, through books, but never come across one before. Vyvyan wasn’t exactly the kind of girl that traveled with a group. She was a loner. A rogue.
Vyvyan closed her eyes and waited for it. The loud bang that would finally end her nightmare, but instead, all she heard was the sound of the gun being put back in it’s holster. It was then he spoke, as Vyvyan slowly opened her eyes, almost incredulous.
“Next time don’t do something so god damn reckless if it wasn’t me you would of been shot down.”
“Why didn’t you kill me?” It was almost said as a demand. Vyvyan had never looked more serious in her life.
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Levis: Creed turned around and when he heard her say the words why didnt he kill her and spun back to her and slap her on the face. Not as a beating, but for saying those kinds of words. Creed’s eyes looking at her that one amazing gold eye cold like ice now. He couldn’t believe that she would just say it in a demanding way.
“Shut up, dont demand your death if you want to die so badly just off yourself and dont get me bloody my hands for a pointless pity death. I might be a hunter, but i am nothing like the others all they are, are foolish packs of trash.”
Creeds words rang true, he sounded quite serious what he thought of others he works with. Placing his hands in his pockets. He stayed standing up and look to the sea. He wondered wondered to himself about how to get to his goal.
Razorbackwriter: ~WHACK~ The sound was enough to startle Vyvyan, but it was the sting of the open palmed slap that truly woke the young witch up. Did he just slap her? Oh, that wasn’t all, he then went on a rage about how if she wanted to off herself, that he would not waste his time on a pity death. It was enough to make Vyvyan want to laugh out loud at the absurdity of the situation. Here he was….a hunter. One that hated what she was and his mission was supposed to be ending the lives of witches. Yet, he didn’t follow through. He didn’t shoot her or wish her death. This went against everything she knew about hunters – which really wasn’t a hell of a lot. This being the first one that she had come across.
Now left with a red welt on the side of her face, she rubbed it gingerly. The pain was actually exquisite. Hard to believe but true. Maybe she got off on that, or perhaps it was the shock of still being alive.
“I might be a hunter, but i am nothing like the others all they are, are foolish packs of trash.”
“Really?’ Vyvyan lowered her guard slightly as the hunter turned to look out to the sea. Vyvyan thought for a moment about just legging it. Surely staying around this guy would only piss him off even more. He didn’t know her from the next girl, but there was something intriguing about him.
Sidling up to him, she stood there and said simply. “I don’t usually have guys pull a gun at me over a wise crack.” Her explanation for using her powers as she did. She glanced at Creed out of the corner of her eye, wondering what he was thinking.
” I’m on my wayyyy ; zoom zoom zooooooooooooooom ! ” – Charlie didn’t pay too much attention to the message Gizora was listening in on but he did get excited upon recieving a new item which of course he began to play with enthusiastically and smile like a idiot once more . But before She had conducted the portal he would quickly give to her a envelope containing the words : Open When Ready on them . And it held Gizora’s essence all over it. It was a letter from before she had fallen into slumber , a message from her previous self – ” I had to give this to you real quick M’Lord ! ” – When Gizora had recieved the item Charlie would begin to run towards it but eventually he looked back at the Only Dark Lord around before he made a ” Follow me” motion with his hands. –
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