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Post by Bodhisattva on Oct 16, 2004 16:33:19 GMT -5
((Arrg, I hate to not move aside and let some other people post, but I might actually be the only person who can do anything and this is the only activity we've had in a long time and I'm so in the right spirits and... Well, this thread kicks ass. Once again, er, sorry. ^^; And dammit I knew this was gonna start the fifth page... ))
He hated not to have sympathy, but with the fires of ambition still blazing in his spirit he couldn't help but turn around with that flame still in his eyes. He just stood there with that angry glare, his head turned around to get a good look at this creature. In his current state of mind it was hard to keep himself from advancing forward and killing the damn guy for no reason. But, he held back, and remained motionless with that wide, flaming, red stare.
“These... four beings you have seen... in your... premonition... Have you any knowledge whether they will target just us, or will they also target the surrounding area, and those within it...?”<br>That was actually a very good question, this information would be useful to know. A good move by the sickly stranger, thought the werevamp, as he too looked for Rokuro's answer. His chest still heaved a bit, but he had clamed down significantly. He stood tall, back to looking like his normal self, with an emotionless expression and his ears fully perked up. In his clutches still rested the stuning chrome blade, which he held downward and in a calm manner.
"I didn't see any real damage to the area... I didn't see anyone dead... Except for us, anyway," Rokuro replied, moving away from him. The werevamp kept his eyes on the man, and began to come to his senses. This was Rokuro's vision, perhaps there really was no way of preventing it. As he slipped further into his own mind, his eyes slipped back on that blue patch of sky above him. He remembered that voice, what it had told him, and why exactly he had to carry out with his plan.
"I... I don't think they'll do anything too bad if we aren't here. Cos... I don't think anything will happen if we leave." Said Rokuro, kicking Cosmos out of his thoughts. He could tell, just by the man's tone of voice and the expression on his face that these words weren't fully true. Before he decided to respond, he took care of the sun problem by smoothly putting on his trusty shades from his coat pocket, and walked over to the other two.
"You are lying, do not try to fool me," he practically snapped at Rokuro. His previous actions gave his lycanthropic side a chance to rage around like they usually do, and now he was carrying this out in quite a vampiric fasion. He took the sword in his hands and brandished it bravely in front of his face, an indication that he would still hold strong to his thoughts and beliefs. "Even if these four have specified us as their targets I will still not allow them to take innocent lives. I made a promise to God himself just now that I would live up to my true given name, and I, for one, will not betray that promise. I regret to be such a stubborn beast, but it is the way I act. And you..." He addressed the Ryuakurei. "You are dreadfully sick. I recommend you get some rest lest that sickness get any worse."
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Post by RokuroNanashi on Oct 31, 2004 2:34:23 GMT -5
(ooc) I must apologize to the lot of you for being such a lazy ass useless anti-poster lately. Business abounds. I can post in three or four threads, I think...
(bic) It was useless, as he suspected it might be despite his small well of hope. It took a large amount of will to keep himself from trying to bring the other man down. If he couldn't reason with him, he could try and drag him out of town. No, that wouldn't solve anything... It would take more, much more to remove his... Rokuro's thought paused. Strange... He had never used the word before, not like this. He was about to think, it would take more, much more to remove his friend. Strange thought. Was Cosmos his friend? He had been around Rokuro longer than almost anyone else. He shook the thought form his mind, and knew that he would have to bring reason to the others. The question was, who would he try to convince? The sickly one seemed reasonable enough, but even if he wanted to, could he leave? The little one, he wasn't sure what to make of at all, and the last choice was Raya. Raya seemed like she would listen to him, he would only need to find someone to help her find her way out. He couldn't help her, he had to stay. He had to get the others away, or protect them, somehow, or something. Something. He rushed past the man with the strange ears, knowing he would be able to deal with him later. Raya was still walking across the floor, ignoring the mud on her feet. He reached out and did something fairly uncharacteristic of himself. He grabbed her shoulder, though gently, and turned her to face him. "Raya... You surely don't want to die. You can't want that. Please, we can find someone to help you leave, like you wanted. We can find someone, and you can leave this place behind, and it'll be alright again!" His voice was soft, urging, but he kept his rattled emotion at bay. A thought, possibly the most coherant he'd had all morning, hit him. In the vision, when he had seen himself. His arm was off. But his bracer was nowhere around.
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Post by Chaotic Ryuakurei on Nov 5, 2004 18:42:05 GMT -5
(Bwah. And so this time around I'm short and my quality is poor in my eyes. -.-; Buah. Regardless, here it is, to allow the story to continue.) ______________________________________________________________
Unable to contain it much longer, the weary male broke into another few weak coughs, followed by a throat clearing, and he’d silenced once more just in time to hear Cosmos inform of the illness he was quite sure everyone was aware of by now, slowly nodding with the suggestion of rest, however waving a blood spattered hand almost dismissively. “...Yes, I am indeed ill, however it is naught more than a mere cold.”<br> As he spoke, he lifted his shadowed eyes to meet the werevamp, clearing his throat once more, before leaning his hand on the door and slowly turning. “As much as I am in dire need of it, I shall not allow myself rest until this current situation has been resolved. Regardless whether or not this virus could kill me during that time, I need only to keep a steady dose of shida running through my system to keep it at bay.”<br> He slowly began back inside as he finished, moving at what seemed almost like an injured hobble, and offered Rokuro and Raya a brief glance on his way across the room, all the while searching within the pouch at his hip for a certain herb he’d just mentioned. All he needed was a single blade of the plant and hot water, and he could prepare the remedy himself, though without rest, such remedy would be nothing more than a deterioration retardant.
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Post by Bodhisattva on Nov 22, 2004 19:55:05 GMT -5
((Arg, this thread has sat for WAY too long. I can't let it die just because a few participants are inactive. For all I care their characters can be controlled, let's just make them leave. After posting the way we have been in this thread, we can't stop. Not for weeks at a time.))
Cosmos was still a bit on the edge in terms of his emotions, sure he wasn't burning as strongly as he was before, but that tension would probably never go away until all of this was over. If his theory that his transformation process was controlled by emotion was correct, he'd never get out of this form. He watched with a furrowed brow as the other two went back into the bar, and though the reply he got wasn't quite what he had in mind, he couldn't help but respect the sickly humanoid. After watching the werevamp's bold display, it took a bit of bravery to talk to him like that. Rokuro didn't say anything, though with the small flicker of comradery between the two, Cosmos wouldn't have minded. Could the word... "friend" almost come into play? It was so unheard of to him, that he barely even knew its meaning. That was when two people tried not to kill each other, right? Or was it more than that?
He sighed his morbid sigh and put his sword back. It was useless to keep that thing out, why he had drawn it in the first place was lost on him now, in a land like this something as modern as a gun was much more intimidating. Finally he decided to look at the scene around him, and to his surprise, was met with the glares of a small gathering of townspeople. They had heard his angered commotion, and like any mere mortal, had come out to see. It never occured to him that lashing out in rage to get his points across would turn those who were easily afraid almost completely against him. But, he just stood there. This wasn't the first time he'd encountered this kind of situation.
"Get out, flee this place," he said, the result of a split-second plan coming to mind. Of course, nobody moved, because nobody in a place like this trusts a monster. Some of them even had weapons, which they held out in front of them in an effort to try and intimidate this creature before them. "Please, there will be much less death if you just get out. I do not want to use force." His plan wasn't doing very good, he had horrible skills when it came to things like this. He knew that he could just twist a few of their minds into leaving, but he doubted he could do it into an entire viliage. As if the fact that they were doing absolutely nothing, standing there scowling at him as if they could take care of what was coming, a solitary man stepped forward in bravery, as large groups of people have the ability to build up lots of courage quickly. "How are we supposed to know you're speaking the truth, creature of the night?"
Cosmos bared his teeth and took a step toward the man, who was beginning to regret ever doing that, but still trying to stand there bravely. "To stubborn Darkland-dwellers like yourselves, I need no justification. I will ask you..." He took another step, and began to trudge to the crowd slwoly. "One more time... Take what you can from your homes and leave. Now." The inhabitants of this land were so ignorant. Sometimes it seemed like the only place people understood what he could do was the city. He understood that, but still, it annoyed him. As a way to motivate the crowd to do his bidding, he charged toward them, though without the intention of hurting anybody. They of course didn't have a way to tell what these intentions were, so they finally got to their feet and listened.
The werevamp snorted, a way of telling them off. He turned back to walk into the bar, but then stopped, his eyes going wide and his expression shifting from that of anger to that of shock. It took awhile to register in his mind, but with these upcoming events came the possibility of a second death. And just now he began to consider what that really would be like. His first death was bad enough, but if he was to be wiped off the face of the earth for good... No, he threw all of those thoughts away, or at least tried to. His face tightened into a look of frustration. He had seemed so confident earlier, so intent on putting his faith in... Whatever he had said, but now over that blue patch of sky was a grey patch of cloud. He shook his head in what was almost denial. He wasn't alone in this, he tried to reassure himself, they together would find a way to get through...
He almost laughed to himself as he slowly pushed open the bar door, even considering the thought of working with somebody else seemed so out of his character. But, everything he'd been doing lately just didn't seem like him. He sighed once again as he reclaimed his seat in the same barstool he had slept in, and by now the bartender knew him well; in a matter of seconds there was a drink in front of his face. If he didn't have much time left, then he might as well enjoy it the best he could out here.
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Post by Raya Roksana on Nov 25, 2004 14:50:53 GMT -5
(ooc guess who posted? yay! Sam forgot to check back to see if people were posting. Teague yelled at her. Sorry guys! ^___^''' )
The tug on her shoulder was enough to wake her from her rambling thoughts. Raya kept looking down, avoiding Rokuro's eyes. His voice was gentle, but urgent, she would listen she knew nothing else that she could do. "Raya... You surely don't want to die. You can't want that. Please, we can find someone to help you leave, like you wanted. We can find someone, and you can leave this place behind, and it'll be alright again!"
Everything was happening too fast for her. All these strange things were overwhelming and a strong deep desire for home swept over her. She just wanted to go back, back somewhere where she knew she was safe and nothing to fear. Why was this happening? Maybe it was just a dream, or at least she wished it was.
A small tear beaded up in the corner of her eye, blurring her vision until it slipped down her warm cheek. She silently gave a vauge nod, still avoiding his eyes. Raya spun around and grabbed her belongings, tied her boots to her pack and walked outside, eyes still down refusing to look at anyone. She watched the mud squishing between her bare feet in a numb daze. Biting her lip she kept herself from sobbing, she really just wanted to get out of here. Anywhere but here...
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Post by RokuroNanashi on Dec 12, 2004 1:24:59 GMT -5
It was what he wanted, right? For her to leave. For her to be safe. It hit him all at once. HOw much of a fool he was being, how incoherant his thoughts were. It took seeing her cry to make him realize it. "Raya... I'm sorry..." He straightened, and his expression turned, finally, from one of fear, exhaustion, madness, to one of dark realization, and conviction. He couldn't just leave... Because he knew Cosmos would stay. He knew the Ryuakurei would stay. He knew people wouldn't want to leave. And he'd be damned if they died before him. He remembered her words... "You must live on, Rokuro. It is a part of you, and you cannot let it die, and you cannot let it fall to dark hands." He was sure one of those two would happen if he stayed. It didn't matter just then. He was still shaking, much to his dismay. "Cosmos..." His gaze remained on the floor, his voice was soft. "If we're so intent on dying, I don't suppose you have a plan or two?" He decidd not to include, "We don't have much time." It wasn't necessary. He noted mentally that the others would probably want to know a more detailed account of his prophetic dream. Dull emerald eyes turned, still managing to see Raya in the distance. It was tempting to give chase, to apologize, to do something, but he thought it might still be best if she was away from this place. Though, would she be able to leave? What if they crossed paths with her on their way? His teeth gritted. There was still time. He had to calm himself at last. There was still time... He wondered if it was himself he was trying to convince.
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Post by Chaotic Ryuakurei on Dec 13, 2004 19:05:24 GMT -5
By now, the cold ridden Ryuakurei had himself a mug of hot water and was hobbling his way back to his table, plunking the mug down first, before setting himself heavily into the chair upon which his cloak had been left behind. He rummaged within the pouch at his belt for some time, eventually extracting the dried, fuzzy blade of a fernlike plant, and rubbed it in his fingers, breaking it apart and letting the pieces fall into the water. Once nothing remained in his fingertips, he produced a thin piece of some sort of bamboo like plant from the same pouch, plunging its sealed end into the water, and shifted his fingers into a quick stirring motion, before removing it and setting it down on the table.
His ears flicked, listening to near nothing, and leaned his head back as he brought the mug to his lip, drawing in a mouthful of its contents, before setting it down, offering a blink or two, and turning his half clouded eyes over. “If we were to take of our leave... perhaps the area should be evacuated first, so as to make certain that whatever destruction finds way here does not wreak havoc intended for us upon the surrounding population.”<br> He spoke with the same croak, however one that was not quite so apparent, and as he shut his mouth, turned his gaze on those inside in succession, before returning his attention to his remedial tea, taking hold of it once again, and lifting it to consume a little more.
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Post by Bodhisattva on Dec 13, 2004 19:19:50 GMT -5
((Okay now, gonna get loose with this thread too, becuase... I dunno, it's fun to post in.))
He watched none of the goings-on behind him, only listened. If Raya was simply a traveller coming here, it must have been really hard for those who actually lived here, those whom he'd driven out of their homes for their own saftey, without even a word as to where they should go besides out. He felt somewhat guilty now, seeing his... Friend, Rokuro, like that, but he knew that they both would feel much more guilty if they let those innocent people die by the hands of some strangers he wasn't even sure were going to come or not. Another realization dawned on him; for the first time in his life (for lack of a better term), he had trusted somebody.
Cosmos had persuaded the bartender to leave along with the rest of them by now, so he was serving himself, and not bothering with the glass. In his hands rested a bottle as hard eyes stared at the counter, unsure of what else to do but wait. Having his thinking obcured even further was practically his only option right now, but despite his spaced-out look, he was in perfect reality for once. Lupine ears tuned in on the entire area, keen from nothing but concern and the anticipation for when this danger was to arrive. Even when Rokuro spoke, he still kept his pose, even pausing to take a swig from the bottle he'd taken from behind the counter without diverting any of his focus. He had thought up nothing, no type of plan whatsoever, but rarely did he plot everything out before carrying through with such situations. With something like this, to him a plan would be useless, with anything that could happen at any given moment to throw off the balance of something like a strategy. Still, he didn't want to lie to Rokuro, the first person he'd ever met even worthy of him calling a "friend", but he didn't want to get his mood even worse than it already was. Comradery was a feeling completely foreign to him, but he knew right away that it wasn't something he should be loose with.
Heaving himself from his dismal barstool, he trudged the few steps over to the pensive Rokuro, while at the same time searching within himself to somehow shed some light on this situation. Ironic really, here he was trying to bring light, when naught but a few months ago he was almost a representation of darkness itself. He had no idea who he even was anymore, but something inside him said, that in this moment of crisis and despair, that he would be a savior. Not his normal saviorlike occupation of freelance hunting, but an actual savior, from evil and all else. Confidently, but shakily, he extended a hand to Rokuro, not expecting him to take it, but to indicate that he knew they were in it together, them and whoever else had decided to stay. Still, his hand trembled, as did most of the rest of him, and his fear of second death came out all too clear in his voice. "We are not going to die, Rokuro," he said, in a loud voice that was almost a roar. "we are going to stay ali- ... You are going to stay alive, and I will keep walking this earth. Whatever the hell it was you saw will not live to bestow darkness onto this land, do you understand me?"
He was so distracted by his own thoughts that he barely heard the words of the other man; just standing there, hand extended, not sure of this whole situation or how Rokuro would react.
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Post by Raya Roksana on Dec 14, 2004 13:21:29 GMT -5
(ooc and I quote "What if they crossed paths with her on their way?" Sam, figured she'd get things going soooo.....)
She made her way to the gate, bare feet trudgging through the thick mud, caked up to somewhere between her ankles and her knees. She wiped her red-rimmed eyes with the back of a shakey hand and sniveled. Everything should be forgotten now, she was going to leave and go home. Go home and be fine, happy, safe. Everything would be fine... Her thoughts froze, and she opened her mouth to scream but all that came was a sickening feeling in her gut.
The man who had kept watch at the gate no longer resembled a man. Gashes covered his skin, oozing and clotting with blood. Organs lay in the mud, falling from a severe gash across the stomach, and his face was mauled horribly beyond recognison. She didn't take much time to take it in, before she could even think she found herself running, and scrambling back to the others she had been accompanied by. Her eyes wide with fear, and completely shaken.
She knew what Rokuro had said, about the destruction and death of this little town. And now she knew it was happening. She dashed through the door of the tavern, slamming it against the wall, and swung around, pulling out a knife, slowley backing away from the door, her eyes still wide like a small hunted animal.
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Post by RokuroNanashi on Dec 14, 2004 18:01:08 GMT -5
(ooc:) Yknow, I was gonna wait a bit longer for them to come along... But I'm glad you did something. This thing would have died if we'd waited much longer. Thanks, Raya.
BIC: He stared in disbelief for a moment, his mouth agape. Somehow hearing that, though, made him feel... safer. He smiled akwardly, and a shaky hand gripped his friend's. "Alright... I get it..." He was about to suggest they sit down and talk about a way to deal with what he knew would soon happen when Raya burst through the door. Her eyes were red, and filled with a fear much like his own from earlier. Her breathing was ragged, and the knife in her hand... His own eyes burst wide open, and he gripped his right arm until it hurt. "Cosmos... Th-they're...." He didn't finish his sentence, knowing that the werevamp would most likely understand. His emerald eyes glazed slightly as he took a few shaky steps to the door, and gripped the handle. He pulled slowly, still holding his arm with the other hand. The owlrd around him darkened, he saw nothing but the door. And then, he saw only them. Four, in cloaks. Standing shoulder to shoulder. The four from his dream. He knew... "You. In the doorway." A smooth voice rattled his soul. He was crafting... he was using magic to change his voice, somehow. "You are one of them. Judging by the way you're holding your arm, you're the one with..." He never finished the sentence. He sounded a little cautious, most likely why he was changing his voice, to sound more commanding, frightening. "You aren't the one I should worry about. That abomination behind you, however..." "Not... to worry about.... Not to..." Rokuro stammered. He knew what the man meant. Each of them had certian skills, he had seen. Each had a skill for each of his own recent companions. This was the one with the light. This was the one he had watched kill the werevamp. "You'd better be right, Lurien, or I swear I'll break your neck for makin' us come this far," a gruff voice said. He was supposed to kill the bard. Someone so large to try to kill such a small girl? Rokuro's grip on his arm loosened, and his eyes closed. His hands moved up, and his fingers contorted to familiar shapes. The world returned. Wind whipped about him from nowhere. He would by no means make this easy for them. "You will learn to worry about me," he growled.
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Post by Chaotic Ryuakurei on Dec 14, 2004 18:34:51 GMT -5
(x.x Poor Iae's so useless in comparison to everyone else... I just hope this post made complete sense with my screwed up head.) ________________________________________________________________
A soft sigh sifted free from pale lips as his suggestion seemed to go unheard, hand lifting the mug yet again to draw in more of its contents. Oddly enough, he was used to being ignored regardless of the use there was in what he had to say, having gone through such a routine so many times during his thousand year existence. His head now leaned as far back as his neck would allow, taking in what remained of his tea, before Raya burst back in, and the smell of fear assailed his nose.
He nearly choked on it, the wall beside him soon enough bathed in gold shaded fluid, and his head jerked back forward in a series of desperate coughs, a loosely clenched fist pounding weakly on his chest all the while. So soon?! It was only just a short while ago that they’d been given any hint of the approach of their supposed assassins, and to him, their arrival was far too soon. With a tightened fist and one more harsh strike, his coughing spell ended with another burst of blood splattering his table, opposite hand putting his mug down in the process.
He rubbed his neck with a soft groan, face contorted in the unpleasantry, and he swiftly lashed the other arm out, soon grabbing up his gloves and beginning to put them back on. Once he managed to get them back on, he pushed himself shakily back to his feet, reaching back for his cloak and trying to put that back on as well. Unfortunately, it was still wet, and a little heavy for him to toss around his shoulders as he normally would have.
Instead, as the winds began, he plunked the oversized garment onto the table, hobbling away from it, and positioned himself to see through the door past Rokuro’s shoulders, weary features almost immediately etching into a deep frown as his eyes went out of focus, and his already scattered head went into a greater torrent.
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Post by Bodhisattva on Dec 14, 2004 19:12:04 GMT -5
((Dude... NICE.))
Though he kept the same look on his face, a hybrid look of confidence and fear, he too began to feel at least a little better as Rokuro gripped his hand. It was the first, if not only, time he had ever had any kind of positive contact with anything in a long, long time. For just a split second, he forgot he was in this morbid waste of the Darklands and once again that at-home vibe of a comfortable modernized darkness began to come over him. But soon enough it was canceled out by another vibe, this one, even to him, was so grave that not even death itself could give off such a feeling. His grip on Rokuro's hand loosened as his eyes narrowed and the rest of his body tensed, only mere seconds before Raya came through the door.
The shadow, who called himself Cosmos, stood with burning eyes on the door, everything else around him turning to a hazy black. So frozen was he, that he barely even noticed Rokuro there, heading towards the source of that morbidly foreboding feeling. He knew what had come before anybody else even had time to begin to think it, and he stood there, waiting, eyes flaring with the flames of Hell itself, all the supernatural energy he could muster up flowing around and within him like an angry river. He had gone back to looking like what he had so long ago before this all had started, a dark shadow that almost seemed to float, giving off a darkest of brooding auras. His face twisted into a horrible display of teeth and fangs, and almost seemed to lock there as he watched the four emerge.
Cosmos could tell right away that cloaked man of light was the one who wanted to silence him, send him to a world of eternal damnation and torture, the world and fate he had dedicated the majority of his undead life to avoiding. Everything else was forgotten; that man's image was all he saw, and that man's words were all he heard. He arched his back ferociously as he positioned himself into a lycanthropic battle position. "No abomination..." he replied, his voice harsh and deep as though he was practically growling the words, "Would be blessed with power like this." Practically heaving himself, and snarling with an anger that far surpassed his earlier rage, he took a booming step closer to the man. "I know your intention, and I will make this whole world tremble at the sound of my name!" Without even taking the time to draw a weapon or even snarl, he charged at the man in a blind rage, indicating that now was the start of this battle. He wasn't going to waste his time with talking.
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Post by Raya Roksana on Dec 16, 2004 17:47:06 GMT -5
OOC: I've had to re-write this post four times! I hope it doesn't get screwed up again! It's changed so much since I fist posted. lol anyway, I'm glad I made people happy! ^_____^
Raya stood next to Rokuro, waiting for some sort of instruction prehaps. She wasn't going to be made useless at a time like this, not if she could help. Upon her features was a look that could kill, a rather bloodthirsty look that you'd never think you'd see on an innnocent young woman like her. Maybe a wolf, but not her. She wasn't going to die, nnot here, not now, not by the hands of these... creatures. The stench of thier power was even detected by Raya, as human as she was. Even though she had no power, nothing but a simple blade she knew she wasn't going to die, nor was anyone else in the precence of her and her newly-met companions.
Raya realized what she should do. That man, who had recently shown up, the one with the silver hair, he was really sick. She looked over in his direction just as blood flecked the table from his severe coughing. She ran over to him and carefully brought his chin up, so they were eye to eye, then she wiped crimson blood from the corner of his mouth with a clean sleeve. She looked at him with a cold look of determination in her eye, " I don'teven know your name you know, but I think we should aid eachother now."
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Post by RokuroNanashi on Dec 17, 2004 15:31:45 GMT -5
OOC: See Kai-chan? I remember what you told me about Iae! ^_^ Now, everybody, here's the deal. I've thought up certain people to try and kill each of you, but I never thought of one for Rokuro. I'd kinda appreciate someone helping me out with that in their next post, perhaps. A doppleganger, a blade user, those are the ideas I've got floating about right now... Anyway, back to the fun.
BIC: Releasing the energy he built up, Wind and dust struck the group, knocking all but the large one a bit forward, hopefully blinding them for a moment or two. He glanced back at the other two. "Raya, stay away from the big one. You," he said, looking to the Ryuakurei, still not knowing his name, "Stay away from the woman. She's a healer." In his mind, he couldn't imagine why the healer would be an issue for him. He was sick, and holy magic should help with such a thing, but he knew what he had seen. Without another word, he moved out and to his left. Cosmos, moving at the light-mage... Wait, no! "Cosmos! Damn..." The still moving wall of wind turned at his beckoning, smacking into the werevamp. Move! he thought. To attack that one would be death, he knew. In his Lycan form or no... Before he could see if it would work, the large man on the left of their group dropped his cloak, revealing the tight muscular bulges through a leather tunic. It was thick, thick enough to be considered armor. The man's thick arms were encased in chainmail, black links loose to let him move. His arms ended in fists, ones that were The size of Rokuro's head. The result, before he could take in the rest of the man's appearance, was a sharp pain, and being sent through a neaby wooden wall. The battle had begun. And it wasn't off to a good start...
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Post by Chaotic Ryuakurei on Dec 18, 2004 11:56:12 GMT -5
(Uarf. I have a sort of idea for the one meant for Rokuro, however I'd like to run it by before actually putting it in. If someone else thinks of something before I give my input, then... *shrug* My loss.) ____________________________________________________________
A blink or two sent his head back into the vague semblance of order it was in before, red-emerald depths shifting to Raya, and the silver headed lad flicked the tip of his ear, attention sluggishly shifting back to Rokuro. So there was a healer... ‘Twould indeed be troublesome if he were to ever come into contact with her abilities. He soon nodded, shifting back in place, and reflexively lifted a hand to rest on the hilt of the dagger at his right hip, slender digits twitching in their slowly coiling grasp.
Before he got a real chance to gather half the details of the situation, an impulse yanked his feet into a backward motion, and he stepped to the side shortly after, standing closer to his table, and Raya. Something blew right past his vision at that precise moment, head eventually turning to follow where it went, and out of it came a muddled blink.
All these people, he didn’t know, and in turn, they didn’t know him, either. There hadn’t been so much as an exchange of names as of yet, however even so, it seems he’d been pulled into a sort of camaraderie with them. It was a thought that gathered into his thoughts as his bleary gaze befell the lad previously sent through the wall, and a weak frown made to his features as a result.
This was bad. He’d need to do something very soon, yet anything he did would be useless until he could gather the right information on their current threat. He at least knew he had to stay away from the healer, else he fall prey to the curse of his own element, and something told him that the first of the four to have spoken was a light mage, which told him to also be wary of that one. The large one, which made the first strike of them all, he wasn’t necessarily positive. He wanted to gather a little more information on him first. While he knew little bits of the first three, however the last one... For now, he couldn’t determine anything, his head just a mite too clouded, and that disturbed him, for he loathed going into any fight without first knowing what he should do, especially when in his current condition, which is sure to only deteriorate because of this.
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