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Post by Yuno on Oct 13, 2013 16:11:03 GMT
The Archbishop paused at the door and turned to him her emotions regarding him so mixed that it was hard to untangle her feelings. "Sverre-chan. I saw you when you were born, and I have heard of your truimphs and failures since then. Despite my differences with your mother's organization, I have never desired harm to come to you or your family. And on many occassions, I have defended your family and mother from others and she has returned this same friendship to me."
Laura's arms folded, "I took nothing from you. Something tore a hole in the fabric of your soul. It was bleeding out your spirit all over the place. When they brought you to me, you were near death and had lost much of your spiritual memories." She looked at Nyanko and then him, "You were nearing the loss of your esper abilities. The fact that they still remain is do to the luck that She had your Esper memories within her. A feat I have never seen in all my days though I suspect it has something to do with soul bonding, a very ancient belief that may originate with the Greeks. By taking your soul memories from her, I was able to put that back into you and close the hole in your whole. But the magical memories were not contained in anyone because they are apart of a different reality, and that reality cannot be touched."
Laura's eyes looked sad for him, and Nyanko had moved to hug him. "There is nothing physically wrong with you Sverre-chan. You have a patch in your soul. And for awhile, it will feel like the pain some feel of a lost limb. You've been cut-off from magic to save your life. It would have consumed your soul without what I did."
Nyanko was hardly paying attention to the conversation, she could see the pain evident on Sverre's face and his lack of desire to go on the mission. While her own desire was strong to help Jinx, she leaned down to him, "We'll go where you want to. I'm your bodyguard, and where you go I will follow and happily. I forgot myself for a moment."
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Post by Edzilla on Oct 14, 2013 7:16:22 GMT
Not exactly used to being called for battle, Will went into a long pause, under which any thought was minor and external actions totally subsided. The words of the Archbishop, Sverre and Nyanko entered his head, but his mind did little to process them. Rather he sat with limited expression, casting automatic glances to those speaking.
He waited for the Archbishop to finish, and for everyone to seemed occupied, before standing up and leaving his chair. As he walked, the reality of the situation hit him. Weak beyond recognition, he was no use in any kind of fight, let alone against whatever monster Neccesarius had on it's mind. He was scared, Will feared death above all things, now it seemed to be presented to him.
Yet, he had to follow where his sense of duty and debt went. If he didn't, he could only hollow himself out, followed by inevitable collapse.
All that occurred to him within a few steps, as he now led himself over to Stiyl. Although real advice seemed improbable, some kind of evaluation seemed useful. He gently tapped him on the shoulder, requesting politely, "could we speak.. outside a moment?"
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Post by t⊗theark on Oct 14, 2013 7:34:27 GMT
Sverre's grip tightened when he heard Nyanko as she suddenly rememebred something, very unfamiliar memeories - Sverre's memories. His telepathy was almost seemless, Nyanko knew he had the potential to change people's very sense of identity by that point.
*Looking down at the book, the lusting hunger for knowledge pushing him on to read this ancient tome of what the weapons used in an ancient war, near forgotten by man kind. The fragment ended in reading of a spell that implied that it could shatter the world*. The message was clear, What was in that Library could not fall into mal-intent.
Sverre wanted to know more about her assertions about this magical reality, he knew stories of it but this woman spoke of it as if it were not only real but immanent. The Bishop's mind was very intricate but organized and easily accessible her knowledge was not. He was tired and stressm he would try again some time. The unfamiliarity was really starting to get him though. His voice had a slight blubber to it.
"How long will this last?"
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Post by Yuno on Oct 14, 2013 16:03:23 GMT
Stiyl looked at Will for a moment, and then nodded leading the boy out into the hallway well out of earshot. "What is it?" He said arms folded, clearly desiring to see the conflict with the others.
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Nyanko's arms tightened around him for a moment as the memory played through. He felt flashes of her own mind come closer to his and he could hear her thoughts easily, like music *You don't have to go. They'll figure things out I'm sure. We can go back home, and spend what's left of the summer on the beach drawing and singing. We're just kids, we don't have to save the world or care. But I will follow you where you feel you must go.*
Laura looked at him biting her lip slightly. "Forever. You can't use magic anymore. Not that you should have before. But you can't now. And I don't know of a way to repair that damage. A thought had been clawing at the side of Nyanko's concious. It had felt like a rotten apple that just kept coming back to her. But in the moment that Laura said "you can't use magic anymore", the thought lunged into her mind from the place it had been hiding. It was the Duke's thought, not her own, a wormed in memory that her subconcious hadn't dumped off with the rest of his horrific life.
Laura's gazed flicked over to Nyanko studying the girl who's eye had begun to glow pink ever so slightly. Nyanko was fighting off the force of the invading idea, in refusal to even consider it. But Laura was staring straight at her, "Nyanko. What is it?" With a final burst of effort she pushed the offending thought from her mind, into eternity where it belonged. She looked up at Laura her exterior havign flickered back to the tight revealing outfit, and the damaged face and eye in full view. Nyanko knew it too, she felt an overwhelming sense of shame.
Laura, if she noticed seemed focused on her, "There was a great darkness that just welled up in you. Darkness I don't let inside this church. It is gone. But you will tell me what it was." Nyanko's hand slid to cover her damaged eye. "The Duke...he knew how to instill magic inside someone who has lost it or doesn't have the ability. He used it on himself...he was dying when I killed him. His way wasn't permanent. But it worked. That's why he had all those children down there." Laura took a step back. "That's impossible. It goes against the divine." Nyanko didn't budge, "He did do it. It just came from the opposite direction." She looked at Sverre, "He made a deal. He would feed a demon children, and in return the demon would grant him magical power."
Laura shook her head, "Not an answer. Now, why don't we decide who is going, and who is returning to Academy City."
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Post by Edzilla on Oct 14, 2013 16:38:49 GMT
With his body shifting slightly with apparent discomfort, Will looked to Stiyl hopefully, as though unsure whether he could actually help.
"Look.. Stiyl, you don't know me, but I'm an Esper. At least, I am by the very definition of the word, but I may as well not be, my powers are weak beyond comparison..." It was surprisingly easy to say now, despite how secretly, he maligned the fact.
"I can't fight, certainly not a monster." He also simply excepted the idea of a magical monster now, he'd never question it, and probably never would.
"But I have an... obligation to go, if they go... I have to go," he added weakly, with hope that he'd never ask what said obligations were.
Although Stiyl might've expected him to continue, he finished, with the look in his eyes making his need for help evident.
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Post by Yuno on Oct 14, 2013 16:53:19 GMT
Stiyl had lit a cigarette while he was speaking and when he finished puffed the smoke out away from Will. He shrugged ever so slightly and looked him up and down as if considering. Finally he nodded reaching out to grab Will's shoulder. Will felt himself evaporate in flame only to reappear in a different place. This room was stock full of armors, weapons, cloaks, books, and several pairs of robes and boots. Stiyl led him through what seemed to be piles of various objects that must have been of historical or magical value.
Finally, he came to a pedestal on which a rather large sword was embedded in the corpse of what could have been a human, bird, or dog. No matter, it would have been a very large bird or dog. Stiyl took one last puff from his cigarette before flicking it down at the head of the monster. He turned back towards Will, "If you really want to gain the power to help your friends, pull that sword from him." Stiyl stepped back with a small smile, "The Demon Slayer's sword, Soul Oblivion, hasn't come from Azarius the Terrible for over fifty years. But I have a good feeling that you are our next demon slayer." He pointed at the sword, "Just think about your duties and pull it out."
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Post by t⊗theark on Oct 15, 2013 6:43:25 GMT
"What!?" he croaked
Sverre looked kind of odd in his own own world. He knew she was genuine, she meant everything she said. No magic doesn't work that way, it's just stuff we don't understand yet. It has to be. Opplysning has been making discoveries from magic for a long time going now. Than everything he read was true. he slid from Nyanko's grasp and trotted out of the room. He needed to be by himself, he needed to think things over, his entire world was unrecgnizable. He had to change with the evidence, this is demonstrated and evermore likely to be true. Magic is from the soul. People have souls. He has a soul...
Sverre's lack of apatite and his fatigue had deprived him from what energy he had left. He collapsed in the hallway.
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Post by Yuno on Oct 15, 2013 7:06:10 GMT
Nyanko let him go knowing she could simply mentally keep track of him. Laura looked at him as he went with something between joy and pity. It was a hard emotion to understand. She turned to look at Garasu and Shikaku and finally, she left the opposite way. Which was why Nyanko slowly stood up her hand still covering her face, and walked past Kanzaki having felt Sverre collapse.
When she reached him she didn't react with worry even. She just leaned down as one might to a toddler found napping and scooped him up into her arms. She trotted the ways back to the rooms rubbing his back thoughtfully as she went. When she finally arrived, she plopped him down into the bed with a yawn of her own. She covered him up with a small smile on her lips. Then, understanding why he'd run, she simply left closing the door and then leaving the church. She didn't know what he would decide, but if they were going to stay, they would need some clothing. She pulled her phone out and after several calls, had the money necessary to pay.
She spent quite a great deal of time shopping for clothing, and as an afterthought purchased several pieces for Will, Shikaku, and Garasu to pick over. It wasn't as if she didn't have the money these days. Right as she was considering returning to the church, her phone rang.
"Hello."
"Nyanko-chan, it's me."
"Sissie. How are you?"
"I'm fine. I just found this huge sum of money in my account from you. What are you doing for that kind of money?"
"Yes. That's from me. I'm working as a bodyguard for a government."
"Really? You aren't lying..."
"No. I'm serious."
"What's the money for?"
"You know what the money's for."
"Nyanko-chan. I told you, that isn't something you could have controlled and you don't have to/"
Nyanko hung up right then. She stood against the church wall staring hard into space.
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Post by Edzilla on Oct 15, 2013 7:30:30 GMT
With no idea how to respond to the situation presented, Will simply moved towards the sword. He hadn't been looking for a power boost, certainly not in the form of some artefact. Rather, he'd thought Stiyl might provide level headed advice that the party seriously lacked.
Instead he was presented with a seemingly magical weapon, which he had no idea how to wield. The damages the sword could cause, to daemons and himself, were also entirely unknown. But still he walked, up the brief set of stairs that led to the top of the pedestal. Something was utterly awful about the corpse below him, beyond the connotations of a normal corpse, as though evil simply diffused from its foul body.
He glanced back to Stiyl, as if he were doing something wrong and required judgement. Nothing came from the man, so he turned back to the sword. It was what now forced him to follow Garasu and Nyanko wherever they wished to go. The excuse of deficiency was now invalid.
Trying to touching the blade was like trying to touch the very monster it was meant to slay, so much so he had to inch trembling hands round it's handle, making a complete circle before finally, closing his grip.
The feeling was unmatchable, he felt the playing field levelled in an instant, the daemon below him, supposedly terrible, now simply a slain wretch. His confidence inflated, as though being led by such an artefact guaranteed the fear of everything, good and evil.
He yanked the sword out of the daemon,
The object was arrogant, and the feeling was channeled straight into him. Untrue as it was, he felt as though every daemon would fear him as death itself, that he was safe, so long as he held the sword.
He no longer followed his obligations. The sword directed him, telling him where he was to go and fight. It was convenient that the places were the same.
Disillusioned as he currently was, he descended the stairs, looking to Stiyl.
"Thank you, I am ready now." It was hard to keep his bursting confidence contained, but he managed somehow, having to grip the sword tightly.
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Post by Yuno on Oct 15, 2013 17:06:59 GMT
Stiyl looked at him with a mix of interest and worry. He reached out setting his hand on Will's arm that held the sword pulling it up. Slowly, his hand touched the blade and a web of black and red ichor climbed up around it with a flare. Will could feel the sword's interest in Stiyl, "Soul Oblivion. Behave yourself. This lad has come to wield you for the right reasons, or you would not have let him pull you. He knows now how to wield you, so you must show him. Behave, or else." Will felt the sword shrink ever so slightly and though the confidence remained, it was no longer a reckless feeling.
Stiyl looked to will, "Soul Oblivion is one of the demon slayer's oldest weapons. When you kill the creature in that library, you will bring it back here, and then the sword will decide whether to remain with you. Also, the magic of the sword cannot be destroyed by an anti-magic field, it is its own creature. Be very careful, it is not a tame sword. And it once sat in the hand of the Lord of Hell. Just because we liberated it, doesn't mean it doesn't contain a dark side."
He grinned at Will, "Tell the sword to retain itself in your hand." Stiyl said simply as he prepared to teleport them again. When Will did, the sword seemed to burst into black and red ichor, and it clawed itself into his hand in a way that wasn't exactly pleasant. When it finished, it left a strange black and red marking running the course of his arm in strange spirals. That was when Stiyl teleported him back.
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Post by t⊗theark on Oct 15, 2013 23:16:18 GMT
Sverre woke up in a cold sweat some time later. He looked around the strange place, it took him a while to realize where he was, to readjust to where he was. Once he gotten used to the place again, he remembered his thoughts. Everything made sense, everything ticked like a watch. The world was material, science was a sure way to demystify the world's knowledge. Now everything was so different! He had no idea what this was making him upset, he dripped at his chest in a vein attempt to comofort the gap in his newly discovered soul. This has to be a dream, such a calm panic had never ravaged him before. He started sobbing without any reason he could discern. He had no idea why he was but he couldn't stop!
He was making some noise because he could swear somebody was watching him. He could hear the thoughts of concern from the other side of the door, back grounded by the mental wear of a meeting. It also seemed proud and happy for another, the feeling of watching something great happening to another. He dried his eyes with the sleeves of the oversized shirt and opened the door with a wave of his mind, knowing who would be there.
"Archbishop Laura? I'm coming to the Library. I can get in, I don't know any reason the Library wouldn't see me as its own." His sentence was punctuated by his belly grumbling.
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Post by Yuno on Oct 16, 2013 2:23:44 GMT
Laura smiled at him from the doorway, "I thought you might decide that. Nyanko left and my sources tell me she is purchasing clothes for you two. Will is with Stiyl selecting the proper tool for the library. As for Garasu and Shikaku, I suppose Kanzaki must have broken to lay out a plan of attack and allow the two to wander free." She looked him up and down seriously for a moment, "Please wait here, and I'll have a nun fetch Nyanko for you. Once you've eaten and dressed in something proper, we can speak of how we are getting you lot to the library." She smiled waving for him to be patient.
Several awkward moments later, Nyanko came into view with many bags along her arms, clearly maintained by her powers more than strength. "Erre-chan. You're awake." She smiled at him clearly overjoyed to see him. "He has decided to go to the library. Both of you should bathe, dress, and then come for dinner. Hopefully, Kanzaki and Stiyl have formulated a plan for you off of the information we have obtained." She smiled waving them towards the bath.
Nyanko had clearly regained some level of excitement, although it somehow seemed off and like a cover for something else. "Look. I found the same sloppy things you usually wear, and in your size." She grinned holding out the clothing to him along with a fresh beanie, "And be greatful, I wanted to pick you something cute, but I realized you wouldn't cooperate with me." She smiled as if she'd just remembered something and she began to dig through the various bags until she finally produced a gallon of his favoured brand of chocolate milk,"Here. It took five stores, but it was worth it." She waggled the drink in his face waiting for him to take it from her so she could go bathe and dress in something a little better.
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Post by Kyoretsuna/Senmei on Oct 16, 2013 23:53:14 GMT
Both Shikaku and Garasu stared intently at Laura as she pronounced her decision. At its conclusion Shikaku let out a slight sigh of relief and a murmured “Arigato”. At the same time Garasu’s eyes hardened , and her face turned down in a scowl. She spun and stalked away from the group to one of the nearby windows, reaching inside and pulling forth a pocket mirror as well as her katana. She moved to the back of the room and unsheathed the weapon, and began making clumsy practice swings with it, her face still angry and avoiding making eye contact. Shikaku spent a moment watching Garasu uncomfortably before finally moving off to sit and close her eyes. Those in the vicinity may have felt the faintest sensation of a familiar presence brushing at the edge of their consciousness. Never so much as to be intrusive, and as soon as the sensation occurred, it would disappear almost as quickly, as if jerked back. OOC: sorry... I know I'm holding things up and not posting as much... really busy with school. I'll try and have Garasu/Shikaku's character profiles up and my OMF account created within the next week... Oh, And If Kanzaki, would like to give Garasu some swordplay pointers, I'm sure she'd appreciate them, turn it into a pocket timeline if you want to keep things going  |
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Post by Yuno on Oct 18, 2013 17:21:46 GMT
(I'm going to skip pocket timelines for now, and assume that no matter what you were doing, you all end up together at some point for the teleporting process. Sorry, need to finish this up. Jinx, this also means you should jump in now.)
Stiyl stood before them laying out cards slowly to form a larger star, as he did, he was speaking to them, "We can't risk you using a mirror and coming out in the wrong place. Now, this spell should take you to the outer edges of the library's entrance, provided to us by Sverre's mother." He sucked in on the cigarette hanging from his mouth, "It should take you in the side, so you won't have to get past the Catholics to get there. Not that with Nyanko and Sverre that would have been a problem. But better safe than sorry. Your task is simple, find Jinx, find whatever is holding up the library, deal with it, and get out alive." He'd finished the star finally and he stood up point at each of them gathered. He chanted for several long moments before the fire flared up consuming them.
When visions cleared, they were standing next to a stone wall. The moment Sverre was near, it began to glow and suddenly fade away showing a passage. Nyanko looked at Sverre, "You first. That way anything to do with your bloodline keeps up from getting attacked."
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Post by jinx on Oct 18, 2013 19:47:42 GMT
ooc-i'll skip the near death in the forest part and skip straight to the library since everyone probs read my (failed) char intro on OMF
When jinx finished casting the healing spell,he slipped in and out of conciousness,when suddenly,in the blink of an eye,the scenery changed:
"Looking about, he was in a vast room of books, scrolls, and tomes so massive they could certainly have been used to harm someone from a great height. The floor was made of a stone, and the architecture recalls a Gothic and Helenistic period. At the center of the room, a portal that seems to ebb and flow with a dark, blackness sits. The blackness is in constant motion, and eventually, it spits out an ichor like substance that slowly flows and solidifies into a person
The man strides forward confidentally rubbing the creature's side before speaking to it in a very strange language. The Wolf bounds off into an archway and disappears leaving him. He waves his hand a throne of darkness appearing which he sits in before addressing Jinx, "Hello. Jinx. Do sit up, I have some questions for you."
Mustering his strength,Jinx sat upright,his vision was blurry and he merely noticed something in the shape of a man.
With a sore voice that came out a little more than a small squeek,Jinx answered:"What..*Cough* want from me?"
A sudden gush of pain overcame him,bringing him back to his senses.
He grabbed his arm where his Elbow had once been and remembered what happened.
Emotion overcame him and he muttered "No...i won't" as if he were talking to somebody.
He had regained just enough of his senses to once more realize he was not alone in the room and he looked at the man with a painfull look on his face.
If the man had said anything by now,he hadn't heard it,still a little sqeekish he repeated: "what do you want?"
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Elizabeth had honed her powers as much as possible during her stay with the Catholics,eagery taking in any and all advice they had to offer.
Although she dissagreed with their ban on magic,she saw their reasoning and didn't let it hinder her lust for power.
In no time at all she had reached the (ooc-honorary,thought Elise's ego let's that part away) rank of Battle Nun.
In order to give her a chance to prove her powers ,or possibly,to get rid of her,the Catholics assigned her to a raid on an ancient library.
Elizabeth had only heard of the library in stories her father had told her when she was young and ,in a way that was alien to her, he had even spoken highly of it,something he never did to something that wasn't his.
Shortly after arriving at the Library,Elise had gone into something not unlike a cornered beast's rage,unlike that of a beast tho,her face was one of pure pleasure.
She slayed several disabled witches with a mere flick of her hand,her katana leaving but a couple of splatters of blood behind before she moved on,her enemies dying shortly after she left.
Those few witches that had regained a little of their powers,she toyed with to her heart's content,using her illusionary powers to fake injuries and give them hope of defeating her,before shattering that illusion and striking the witches down.
Inbetween the chaos,she had barely noticed some of the other sisters being tossed around like ragdolls,their magic did not seem to function and with utter despair on their faces,more Nuns were torn down by a demonic wolf by the moment.
Elizabeth smirked and took the cries of anguish and screams of despair in like a costly wine,savoring every single sensation.
She savored it for a little longer before shouting: "Sisters,your powers are useless against theis beast,stand back and secure the library!"
She realised that taking this library would grant her a high spot in the Catholic hierachy,prehaps even a spot in God's Right seat.
With that in mind,she pushed her own desires back and leapt at the wolf.
In her excitement,she had forgotten to use her illusionary powers and for that mistake,she paid the price.
She was barely able to put her katana in the way of the wolf's sweeping paw,it's nails shreeked against the katana's surface as she was knocked back.
With a hard bang,she hit the wall behind her,not for a moment losing focus on the monster before her.
ooc-before advancing the battle,i'll await the description of the beast aswell as info on wether...wheter.....wehter.......if my power works on the beast or not and if so,to what extend
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