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Post by t⊗theark on Oct 23, 2013 11:51:06 GMT
Jaws just centimetres from Garasu, the snap just short of her skin ended in a yelp with he cruel strike of one of the witches. A worse threat came to it in the form of the sorcerous quartet. As it lunged at them their lithe forms pounced in different direction. Arcs of what looks like emerald lightening, eerily reminiscent of Ellen's inflamed aura, lept towards the colossal creature. What it didn't dodge seemed to have minimal effect on it. Chains shot from the walls, narrowly missing the beast (and skillfully missing their counterparts) to try and ensnare it but it was surprisingly nimble for its size. Witch fire finally hit it face-on, knocking it to the ground. Its singed coat seemed to regenerate, but its time not moving that the witches needed. They pounced on their prey, maniacally jabbing their rods into it. It howled an ethereal wail when exposed to the pain, but its magical resistance would soon be able to overcome the sinister nature of those weapons.
Without warning, the beast jerked off the magical torture, knocking one of the women to the ground. Just before she was about to be mauled, it gained a sinister blue aura about it. Yelping it was drawn into the air. Its hunger overcame its pain as it glace shot over to Sverre who's clenched hand, also wreathed in the same inky light, point into the direction of the monster. It snarled at the boy, its frame aloud with the crackling of breaking bones restitching themselves.
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Post by Yuno on Oct 23, 2013 17:43:43 GMT
Nyanko had been working incredibly hard to maintain the barrier against the wolf when she saw Garasu dart forward to grab the sword. She felt like she was watching everything slowly. Garasu flying back, Shikaku collapsing, Will trampled. It was all very surreal. She'd never been slow in battle, but now something was strange. She could feel something like a tug at her conciousness. But that shouldn't be possible she had rulership of her mind like no one else. Still the tug was there, like the haunting melody of a song you can't quite stop singing.
She turned back to see Sverre crushing the Beast slowly. She turned back to Shikaku recognition of what was happening to her dawning onto her numb feelings. She looked back at Will her eye slowly glowing with rich pinkness. Her own field expanded outwards joining into Sverres like liquid syphoned from a river. The wolf began to crunch even faster. She reached out to Will's mind for the pain and the veil it was throwing over him. It was like flicking a switch to turn it off.
He felt the feeling disappear just like that and the call of the sword returning just as quickly as before. The goo of the wolf splattered onto the ground right next to Garasu and Will. It lay there for a moment, before reforming back into the wolf, who had a malicious grin all over his face. He roared "Elise...that hurt. Now would be a good time." He grinned again, the lipless smile before lunging up at one of the witches with the rods catching it in his teeth. With a snarl he pulled it from her, almost taking an arm with it. He reaching to bat the other one into a nearby wall with his hind feet.
Then he turned back to continue dodging and weaving his way towards Garasu and Will. Nyanko stepped away from Shikaku who had ceased to feel the pain the moment Nyanko shut off Will's pain. She strode slowly through the fray, past the wolf who didn't even turn for her, as if called by another source.
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Post by jinx on Oct 23, 2013 18:40:10 GMT
Elise watched the scene play out before her,the wolf that she could not even scratch,crushed by those before her,she wouldn't be able to defeat them,she was sure.
She smirked slightly when the wolf called for her,knowing that she and she alone could decide who won this battle.
Elise walked forward while drawing her blade,masking her presence using her illusionary powers.
She shouted towards the wolf,"I'll kill the boy that with the sword as well as the girl next to him,you focus on the others." masking the noise with her ability.
As she walked closer to Will and Garasu,an idea sprang to mind,she wouldn't have to dirty her hands,she would be able to make them kill each other off before claiming the library as her own.
She had discovered a weakness in the wolf,her esper powers did not affect him,the entity had made that clear the moment he yelled straight at her.
That however meant that she could use her powers to communicate with the others without the creature being aware of it.
She summoned an illusion in her form,one that would only be able to be seen by the girl before her,the one she remembered as 'Garasu'.
(ooc-I'll put what the illusion does in between stars (*like this*)to prevent confusion)
*Elise's illusion appeared before Garasu,mere inches away from her.
Before the young girl could react,it quickly stated: "Don't bother attacking,I'm just an illusion."
With a slight gesture of it's hand,the illusion pointed at the beast,"that thing,i couldn't even scratch it earlier,the boy next to you however,he seems capable of bringing it down."
With a suggestive smile,It continued talking: "I'll distract him for a while so you can wake the brat up,in exchange however...you'll help me achieve what i came here for."*
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Jinx looked fascinated as his arm regenerated,the power that surged through it was not unlike his own.
Not only his arm returned to him,his stamina recovered almost instantly as well,what had happened these past few days seemed to be but an illusion,he felt reborn.
Gathering up his courage,he turned at the demon and said "th..thank you",before quickly turning his head again and running off,trying to navigate through the maze he was in.
He wondered why an entity as powerful as the red-eyed man would sent him to do this task,would it not be more efficient for somebody o his power to do it?
While lost in thoughts Jinx sensed a powerful creature not that far away from him,something told him that the being he sensed was close to his prey.
Focusing his mind to the task at hand,he rushed towards it.
ooc-massive headache,was unable to reproduce the post I'd tried to make earlier today,this will have to do
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Post by Kyoretsuna/Senmei on Oct 23, 2013 23:12:44 GMT
OOC: Le sigh, all that effort into creating a good moment with some built up tension for Edzilla, only to have all that tension dissipated.... what a buzzkill!  |
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Post by jinx on Oct 24, 2013 3:09:13 GMT
OOC: Le sigh, all that effort into creating a good moment with some built up tension for Edzilla, only to have all that tension dissipated.... what a buzzkill! ooc-woops,not my intention |
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Post by Kyoretsuna/Senmei on Oct 24, 2013 3:38:34 GMT
OOC: lol really wasn't you, Totheark just doesn't want to run into me in a dark alley any time in the near future. I was kinda hoping to give Edzilla a moment where he could stand up and go all knight in shining armor. But Sverre decided to squeeze the puppy like he REALLY loved it and it was the bestest thing in the whole wide world and he'd love him,and squeeze him, and call him Buttons.^_^
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Post by t⊗theark on Oct 24, 2013 6:24:59 GMT
ooc-Sorry, I hadn't posted for a while. No one had posted for a while. I had to do something, I had to keep the thread alive. Also, Sverre likes pupies
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Post by Kyoretsuna/Senmei on Oct 24, 2013 21:02:37 GMT
OOC: its no big thing Totheark, And i think sometimes his affections are... well lets just leave it at he likes squeezing things, but sometimes he squeezes them a tad bit hard...  |
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Post by Edzilla on Oct 24, 2013 23:09:22 GMT
OOC- I'm actually kind of glad, Will big moments aren't suppose to come in combat, he certainly isn't killing this thing alone/ without sacrifice.
As the pain faded, and his vision miraculously sharpened, Will found himself staring at the floor. Somewhat remembering the gravity of the situation, he dragged himself to his feet, noticing how Garasu was looking at him. He noticed how the the pain of his rib had been replaced by a sickly feeling. He noticed the sword calling for him. Everything clicked.
He didn't want to grab the sword and charge back at the wolf. The simple memory of the pain made him reluctant. Most stories heroes attack without fear, with there adrenalin and sense of duty numbing any pain they could feel. Will was scared, the pain was gone now, but it was sure to return. Garasu could see the plain panic terror in his eyes. It disturbed him, that the convictions that brought him here had vanished so quickly. Nyanko's apparent desertion did nothing to help this.
Then again, there was something else. Garasu and Shikaku needed him. Sverre's powers were fairly ineffectual. Other than the sword, nothing hurt the beast. He had to at least try. Pain could be put aside for a moment.
The fear in him dissipated as he grabbed the swords hilt. He was no where near his prior confidence, yet he was ready to fight.
He turned back to Garasu, who now noticed a trickle of blood running from the corner of his mouth. His head had slammed hard against the floor, while the rest of his body had escaped with grazes and bruises.
For Garasu it was strange, for she then saw the melancholy teenager grit his teeth into something resembling a smile, while the look in his eyes confirmed a sort of excitement. He didn't say anything, communicating very little, before his smile dropped into a raw mix of fear, anger and determination.
He ran, facing the approaching monster head on, keen this time to avoid a trampling. The blade was held low, while his eyes locked onto the wolfs.
At a less than perfect moment, he stepped aside, bringing the sword round in a wide arc. It cut the beasts flank, while also sending the sword flying. Will himself was knocked off balance, although little injured.
His first instinct was to run for the sword. Terror was creeping into his mind once again in absence of the sword. He dived for it, knowing the monster was in enraged pursuit.
Managing to grip it again, he turned on the spot, holding his ground. With a wild look on his face, he swung the sword, clashing hard with the beast's claw. A deafening screech rang out as the metals scraped, with sword finding itself the eventual victor, sliding into the wolf's paw and cutting a small wound.
This time, the beast's anger shook the library, as he vengefully struck Will, who hit the ground like a dead man. If it wasn't for the adrenalin unconsciousness would have surely followed.
Soul Oblivion was at the edge of his grasp as the wolf prepared it's pounce. It's jaws were aimed at his throat, the primal hatred plain on its face. Will was about to die.... and he didn't think anything at all.
OOC- You guys can rescue him if you want or you can leave him to die. I suppose it doesn't matter once we restart.
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Post by Yuno on Oct 25, 2013 4:31:30 GMT
ooc (It ummm...isn't a restart there Zilla. I actually won for our group from the talons of ~L~ the right to maintain it as a continuation with the only rule in place being that we mention it only in passing, keep it for the relationships built, and rename all the npcs. And I lost a lot of sleep for that. So uhh you dying would matter is what I'm saying.)
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Post by t⊗theark on Oct 25, 2013 5:39:45 GMT
ooc - So I'm guessing we're starting a little fresher from when Summer ends and class resumes?
Also, it's too hot to read so I hope the cool of the night comes fast.
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Post by Edzilla on Oct 25, 2013 6:55:58 GMT
OOC- oh.. right... Save him maybe?
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Post by jinx on Oct 25, 2013 8:20:38 GMT
OOC- shouldn't we use the ooc thread for ooc?
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Post by Yuno on Oct 25, 2013 17:26:18 GMT
(ooc @heark: Aren't we the smart one :3 Yes, that was the plan.) jinx, yeah probably, but it isn't that big a deal. @zilla: You might consider saving yourself? But since you insist.) Will would never know what exactly had saved him, the sword, Nyanko, Sverre, or even Shikaku. Although somehow, it would always seem like the sword itself had jumped into his hand and raised it. As the wolf was about to make impact he found the sword back in his hand and his arm raising up. The wolf, already in mid-jump was unable to turn away, and in that moment their eyes met, and Will could see that the wolf did feel something about death -- absolute fear and hatred. Then, at the last moment he watched a look of complete truimph and wicked joy wash over the wolf's face. It was limp like that, skewered right onto the sword. It didn't even seem possible that Will should be able to hold it aloft like that, but had he rolled up his sleeve, the explanation would have become apparent and pointed the finger at the sword saving his life. Slowly, his arm lowed putting the wretched beast onto the ground. Then, he felt his arm flick wrenching the sword out of it. There was dark black blood on the end of the sword as it came out. ____________________________________ Nyanko hadn't really been wandering, she knew where she was going. She'd been keeping track of Will and the others mentally, but she'd suddenly been forced out by a prescence that somehow seemed like it was all the emotional stability and passion Will never had. It was strange, and she'd almost turned around to go back. But if her sense were right, that demon sword would bring him along in a moment. She turned a corner to find herself stepping on a grand red rug and passing through two massive stone doors. Her one good eye moved up to a large red couch and the figure that was sitting on it. She folded her arms with disgust and moved forward. The man rose up grinning at her, "Welcome, Nyan-chan. Do you know me from plumbing the depths of the Duke's psyche?" Nyanko's arms didn't unfold as he moved towards her slowly, "Issac son of Mammon. And if I had to guess, that wolf back there is Maat son of Beezlebub. Or at least, that's what you two told him." The demon chuckled having come to about 2 yards away from her when her hand finally rose up the pink wall of force spreading out to keep him there. "Stay right there." The demon grinned, "Nyan-chan. Are you trying to read my mind?" She glared at him, "Don't call me Nyan-chan. You don't know me." The demon grin his hand raising to scrape a claw down the pink wall of force. He stared at her glowing pink eye waiting for her to conclude that she couldn't get near his mind. When she did, all went quiet. "Nyan-chan. You have a soul that belongs to me, the (please do not swear) latched onto yours to try and avoid what was coming. It would be so simple for me to extract him from you. And after all, you know he's been effecting you poorly. Sending away Shin wasn't just your decision. In fact, I would say that it was as much what he wanted as you." Nyanko's temper looked as if it were flaring at that, "Stop calling me Nyan-chan. And I have no regrets about Shin. It was the right decision. It might not have been ethical. But he was going to ruin so many lives just to prove a point. I chose the lesser evil." The demon grinned leaning casually against the wall of her willpower. "Yes. I suppose you do think that. But I wonder, if the Duke wasn't whispering in your ear, would you still think that?" She folded her arms, "What do you want?" The demon grinned charmingly at this question. "That soul, your soul, and the soul of Sverre-kun." That was when the demon went flying backwards into the wall. He pulled himself out of it grinning. "I didn't think you'd go along with it." Nyanko was already flying at him for another attack when his hands wrapped around her leg and sent her flying into a wall with a crash. This time, it was him who followed up at her only to be met with a hailstorm of heavy tomes. |
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Post by t⊗theark on Oct 27, 2013 9:06:03 GMT
The tomes stopped in mid air as Sverre looked at the man with protective loathing. The books exploded into their pages, ancient tomes of forbidden knowledge crumbled and lofted to the ground, but stopped short of it. The leaves of paper moved now like crystal shards of glass, their torn, yellowed edges rigid and aimed at the man. Sverre briefly exhaled as the torrent of scripture headed towards him in a storm of razor blades, it ripped through his form with fatal ease as fragile and rotting paper enbeded their edges into the ancient stone wall behind the man. He expected him to fall yet where one would expect an orgy of scarlet to follow was a self confident cackle, as the ravaged man spilled no blood nor screams of pain. He looked at him
"What''s wrong boy, just figure out that all your studies were to understand a universe which was so small? Didn't expect anything beyond did you. Opplysning's blood that seeps in your veins, the knowledge that dwells in mind, the yearning to know more that screams from your soul! Oh, you're not sure if that's really a thing are you? But I am, it smells to sweet to ignore!"
A slab of the ceiling rushed down to crush the boy. In that moment Sverre telekinetically grabbed onto anything he could that was far enough away from there and pushed away from his assured death. He didn't realize what he grabbed onto. It felt like pulling nothing and pushing off nothing. He looked back as the boulder seemed to slow down the further he moved away from it. He looked around and everything seemed to move slower in comparison to him - He was using his powers to bend and traverse timspace itself! To any other observer, it looked as if he just teleported across the room. His clothes looked like they were in a gale as the air currents blew against them, their mass momentarily less reletive to everything around him, his movement seeming sluggish and blurred as time moved slower and light was distorted. These effects faded as he caught up with local timespace. It took some time for Issac to catch on to where he was.
"Aren't you just full of new tricks?"
Sverre tried to crush him but the man jumped away for most of him to stay intact, his leg was caught and ground to a gel. His injury regenerated as this dance of avoiding Sverre's grip continued. The man then made a leap towards Sverre in one of his dodging attempts, avoiding the gravitational well completely and knocking the kid onto his back, pinning him down....
Then the witches who for him were charges came ablaze with the colours of destruction, thowing the demon across the room. One charged at the man, hitting him with her rod. The spell that was naught but pure anguish on the weapon definitly had an effect on him, but he seemed accustomed to its effects.
"Leave this place your scourge!"
"Oh, a drop of the blood of my kind runs through yours? Let me relieve you of it." he grabbed her throat, eversing the spell of her own weapon against her through his hand. Magic wasn't her domain any longer. She seemed to rapidly age, her youthful vigor torn from her as years ravaged her flesh. Within 30 seconds she was a frail old woman, to her sisters' disbelief and horror, and mut moments after that her skeleton was crumbling into dust.
Sverre paid not attention to the melee, he had rushed back to Nyanko to see if she was alright as the remaining witches, fingertips ablaze with eldritch energy charged the malign spirit with vengeance burning in their eyes and hearts....
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