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Post by Bodhisattva on Dec 18, 2004 17:39:17 GMT -5
((Blarf, I have nothing. My Cos is so easy to make stuff up for, I swear. I mean, fight darkness with light, that's obvious as hell. @.@ And you don't mind if I control my own mage dude, do you Rokuro? It'd go kinda slow if we all waited for you to reply with them. And so I don't cancel out the seriousness of the end of this post... omg cliffhangr.)) ___________________________________________________________________ His clear shot at the light mage's neck was thrown completely out of porprotion when suddenly, he was knocked back with quite a force. He crashed straight into a table, resulting in a scattering of wooden shards, but instantly he was back to his feet unharmed. Whatever had just done that was far from his mind, all he knew was that he did not like that at all, and that the cocky jackass of a mage over there was the one assigned to taking him out. His face remained unchanged, still that horrible twisted look of rage and ambition. He was going to kill that son of a bitch at any costs. Nobody stumbles into his world with the intention of killing him, nobody ever did anything with the inention of killing him, without being killed themselves, of course. Being knocked back only made him angrier, he was completely unaware of the fact that charging right into battle would have had dire results. He was too blinded by his own selfish efforts to make sure he kept walking to even notice anything else but this man. His eyes stayed locked, the rest of the world was lost, and as the man began to separate from the group to walk toward him, he roared one of his lupine roars, not to intimidate, but on an impulse. On another impulse, he charged for the man again, drawing back a left hand to gather strength and rip that mage's heart out straight through his chest. But as he came within inches of his target, he had to recoil in agony, hand twitching in the utter pain of being submerged into some kind of almost holy aura. Damn it all!, his mind scrambled as he he gripped his wrist to survey the damage done, and he knew that his left hand was now rendered useless. The five-clawed bloody mess on the end of his arm would take days at a time to heal, he knew it. He looked at the light-mage angry and somewhat appalled, but not willing to slow down for a second. Knowing now physical attacks would cause him great harm, he drew his blade and quickly went to swing it at the midsection of the mage, but he was stopped dead in his tracks, and knocked back to the ground as the sword clattered beside him. As soon as he got within mere inches of the man, he was met in the face with the common symbol of putting him to silence, a stunning silver crucifix, that for all he knew, could have been blessed. Now he'd been stoped, reduced to a hapless beast, staring up wide-eyed and holding himself up with his good arm. And now he knew what that mage could do to him, but also now did he know why this mage had to die by his hands. "Blessed my ass," said the light-mage, grinning at his advantage. "Was that evidence enough that God hates you, abomination... Or should I say, Bodhisattva?"
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Post by RokuroNanashi on Dec 19, 2004 1:25:38 GMT -5
ooc: Why should I mind? It's not like this is MY thread or anything. o.o I didn't figure I'd need to say anything, so I didn't, really, but if anyone wishes to control their own killer, or the killer of another, go for it. If we control each other's problem person, it makes it more like you're fighting someone who... you know, isn't you. It'll make it more interesting, I think. And by the way, don't worry about it. Kai-chan has an idea that I think will be nicely workable. As for you cliffhanger, nice. How ever did he know that? *Gasp!*
bic: He cursed under his breath. Fast... Faster than he'd suspected. Getup, Nanashi, a voice said. Get up, get out of that wall, and fight! He hated that voice... He hated how it made him fight, and how it had made him kill. He hated his own voice of reason. "Too easy, just like you said Lurien," chuckled the massive man. "Now to find that little bi-" His sentence was cut off by the boulder crashing into him, crashing him to the ground. "You will not touch her..." came the soft voice from the wall to the large one's left. "if you're too busy with me." Stone cracked as a huge arm punched straight through it. "You little bastard! I'll tear out your skull and-" "Please, Luusir, he'd kill you. His magic would keep you far too far from him to put your so called skills to work," snapped a nasty voice. Rokuro's blood went cold, and his eyes flitted around the scene. The fourth one... "Remember your role. Kill the little one, the crafter is mine. So, Darkland dweller... Are you prepared?" The mysterious voice recieved no answer. He knew, he knew he should help Cosmos... He knew he should help the others, their foes would be little trouble for him. Their skills wouldn't be much against him, it was only against them that... But he had his own problem. He knew not what this one could do, exactly, but he had seen... He had seen weapons of all grades and types around him, weapons everywhere, glowing softly, cold auras... And he saw his bloody stump, where his arm had once been. He gripped his right arm again. "That's right... That arm of yours." He heard a cold laugh. "Didn't you know, boy? Didn't you notice? I'm right before you. Try not to worry about Luusir, he'll take good care of your pretty little friend. And Lurien will just continue his little chat with the hairy one there. And of course-" "Stop it! Who the hell are you?" Rokuro was shaken to say the least. That was the point, of course. Not that Rokuro was hard to shake in such a situation... The man was before him. How could he not have seen him? He stood with a dissatisfied look on his face. "Me? I'm no one of any consequence to a weakling like you..." A dirk began to appear in his hand from nowhere. It glowed and hummed softly, not seeming solid. From thin air came a second blade in his opposite hand, longer than the first. Vapor to steel, or so it seemed. This man with blades in hand, and a disappointed, angry frown on his face moved forward, preparing to dirty his blades. (Feck, that post seems really messed up. Sorry... It's late, and I'm oout of it. o.o)
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Post by Chaotic Ryuakurei on Dec 19, 2004 15:05:00 GMT -5
(Sorry it took me so long to pull this one out. I was having problems getting my brain to do what I wanted it to. I think this post makes sense, though.) _____________________________________________________________
The cold ridden Ryuakurei’s attention was whipping all over the place by now, turning towards Cosmos and the light mage, snapping around to the hulking monstrosity meant for Raya; to the very lass, then toward Rokuro, who at the time was extracting himself from the wall, before flicking to the one meant for him, attention remaining for a few brief moments. His red-emerald eyes remained fixated on him, brow beginning to furrow, before his entire form twitched in a sudden shudder, pupils narrowing to faint lines.
That one was a specialist in elemental weaponry... a weapons mage, one could say. To form any sort of metal out of nothing and mold it into an armament of any size, type, quality, and strength was what they were known best for, however those were not necessarily their strongest, unlike those conjured without solid form. The blades this one was conjuring apparently had no solid form, yet had a spiritual edge that could cleave through flesh and bone all the same.
Before he could further speculate on the matter, his unfocused eyes suddenly became blocked by a silver engulfed hand, and soon enough his face began to burn viciously in protest against the unwanted contact. Both ears pricked, form turning rigid to a quivering point, and a hand snapped up to grasp the slender wrist belonging to the offending hand, a draconic snap of pain filtering through the holy engulfed palm, before his burning fingers tightened, yanking it off, and he sluggishly turned, pulling the healer’s arm with him, hefting her off her feet, and hurling her in some rather wayward direction.
As soon as he released her, he staggered back, offended fingers twitching rigidly, while his other hand pressed a feeble set of digits to the searing mark left in his face. That’s what healing energies did to him when channeled just right. They burned, either like fire, or like acid eating away at his flesh. Such was the curse of elemental chaos when it ran through one’s blood as strongly as it did his own. The fingers of his right hand started to bleed, while his fair complexion threatened to swell and blister; it hurt just to cringe, and it took effort just to keep his eyes open.
His red bottomed vision shifted slowly around in the direction he thought he threw the healer, crimson taint flooding further up and thicker, until he tried to blink it away, a thin stream of blood running from the corners of his eyes down to his jaw, where they soon dripped off his chin. Her hand had managed direct contact with his eyes before he pulled it off, and now they were beginning to bleed, which would impair his vision and ocular perception, however not near enough to render him blind. His vision had become a little bit more important now, for his sense of smell had gone on the fritz and he couldn’t detect her that way, while his ears, though highly sensitive, weren’t enough when his mind couldn’t quite filter through all the sounds quick enough to be of any benefit.
(Note: @__@ Pardon if Iae happens to not respond to something he should have before getting his face grabbed. With his scrambled brain, he can only respond to so much at one time.)
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Post by Raya Roksana on Dec 23, 2004 11:53:45 GMT -5
(ooc Okay, I'm kinda messed up here, so I think I'll just through myself back in. If you don't like it.... I'll cry.... cuz I really don't know what else I can do right now. )
Just as Raya had finished her sentence and wiped a bit of blood from his cheek, the man stood. He was clearly a bit confused and scrambled, he seemed... she gasped as someone shoved her to the side, violently too. Her head throbbed as it slammed against the corner of the table. She blinked up at the woman, who was clutching the man's face. He twitched in pain before responding almost instantly and violently. A healer? How could a healer effect him like that? She saw the burn on the mans face as she stood up.
Raya didn't bother to think much of it now, she decided she would stay and watch out for him, even if he didn't really notice her. She's do what she could. With knife in hand again, the girl stood ready. Everything had started off rather terribly, but they'd come through. She knew they'd come through.
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Post by RokuroNanashi on Dec 23, 2004 12:43:26 GMT -5
The man was upon him in an instant. Specialized, he kept repeating the word in his mind. If we could just switch opponents with- his thoughts were cut short by his realization of the dirk moving for him in a horizontal arc. The man was holding the weapons with the blades coming from the pinky ends of his fists, the blades nearly touching his own forearms.
Rokuro could only deflect the strike with one of the studs on his bracer. At that, the weapon mage spun, and came up with the second blade to stab. Rokuro sidestepped, and in one fluid motion brought out his own knife, and brought it down towards the other man's back. The other man shifted forward, and moved back with an elbow to Rokuro's chest, knocking him down.
He swung his legs for momentum, and jumped back up. In an instant he was against a wall with a knife point at his throat. "Are you afraid, seal crafter?"
"'Those who dance with death feel little but fear,'" he quoted. "I've felt more fear than you could ever imagine. Apparently, that's why I pay more attention than you do." The weapons mage cocked an eyebrow in confusion, only an instant before he noticed Rokuro's palm at his chest. The force that came from Rokuro's hand, though concentrated, pushed him a bit into the wall. However, the main of the forse being pointed forward, his opponent cried out as he shot back, the air ripping behind him. Pure force, visible only as a distortion tore from Rokuro's hand.
He knew what they would have to do, but their enemies knew just as well, and would not let it happen. This man's blades, magical and powerful as they were would be little problem for Cosmos. The big one could be taken down by himself, as he could easily keep a distance between them. He could only assume that a healer would be nothing against any of them but the Ryuakurei, the light mage was the only one that presented a real problem. Light magic could be used relatively easily against a creature of darkness like Cosmos, but it was immensely versatile. His mind reeled, and for a moment too long. A knife flew from seemingly nowhere, and stuck into the laces of his bracer, pinning it to the wall. Now he either couldn't move, or would have to take off the bracer. He struggled with the knife, but it was in the wood nearly to the hilt. "Damn it!" he cried out in frustration. He couldn't get free... And he couldn't remove the bracer. No matter what.
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Post by Bodhisattva on Jan 2, 2005 17:55:58 GMT -5
((Dude, that was my exact plan, switching enemies. Unfortunately, I thought of that after I made Cosmos charge. @.@ Anyway, long battle scenes aggravate me, so sorry if I jump to kind of a climax in this post, and sorry if I godmode a little or take care of some major crisis things in like a paragraph. You could say I have a plan, or I just don't like typing fight scenes, I dunno.)) ___________________________________________________________________ In that moment, everything seemed to stop. The world itself seized to turn; his mouth gaped wide open, and his eyes showed pure, solid shock. That name from so long ago, the name he'd dropped even before he lost his life, had resurfaced in a way he'd never thought would happen again. After that certain day he'd protected his true name so feircely, so intent on it never being used again, and yet this mage before him somehow happened to find out, somehow he knew about that true-given name. But quickly, that became unimportant, dwarfed by the rememberence of the fact that he had made a promise. A promise to live up to that name, to saccrifice the salvation he prayed for and worked so hard to try and acheive; all for the sake of others. Though he still sat there on the ground, useless and appaled, everything was beginning to become clear to him. The black shadows of combat began to fade away, and as his consideration for the others rose, his awareness of the world around him rose along with it. In no time he could hear it, the sounds of battle and struggle behind him, and slowly, he rose up, expression fading back into the ambitious scowl of a Cosmos long passed. Something besides his own intuition had told him to rise, that same voice from before, that he'd made the promise to, said, " Rise and fight, Bodhisattva, save yourself by saving them." The light-mage, at this point, was somewhat confused; the grin had wiped off his face, and he gave the werevamp a raised-eyebrow stare, too lost in wondering what the monster's next move was to even move himself. With a quick, almost mechanical-like movement, Cosmos shot forward with his left hand to grab the taunting crucifix, and ignoring the burning pain it caused used it as a balance for the blow to the face he gave the light-mage. Now both hands were bloodied and burnt, and has his coat began to burst into an unholy flame, he tore it off and tossed it to the ground. That gave him at least a little bit of time for him to carry out with the beginning of his plan, that much resembled Rokuro's. Each of these enemies had a special ability to target only one of them, so pitting themselves against somebody who didn't posess as great as an advantage would give them somewhat of an upper hand. His mind began to switch back into that of his combat rage, and red-orange eyes turned around to throw daggers at their closest enemy; the man set aside for Rokuro. Taking naught but a second to gather his energy, he bolted in that direction, though not towards the man like it first had seemed. In a reddish, browish, blackish blur he loosened the dagger that imprisoned his freind to the wall significantly with a powerful bite, though it was embedded into the wood too deep to be taken out completely with one blow. He hadn't the time, though, to fully let Rokuro free, his top priority now was to save the only friend he'd ever had. The light-mage began to lift himself up from his position on the floor, and put a hand on the swolen, throbbing cheek that he'd been punched in. He looked around for Cosmos for a few seconds, before finally spotting him charging head-on at his ally. "Damn!" he cursed, scrambling to his feet. None of them expected the "switching enemies" plan to come into play so quickly, but it was a strong indication that now was a time to switch everything into high gear.
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Post by Chaotic Ryuakurei on Jan 2, 2005 20:28:28 GMT -5
Bloodied eyes snapped furiously around the room that’d turned into a battlefield, flicking crimson tainted and unfocused vision to Cosmos, then over to Rokuro, before they quickly turned to the young lass nearby. A sort of twinge told him to watch over her, that understanding one of the only clear things in his head for the time, and sure enough, there was that hulking brute thundering his way after her. By now, he’d nearly forgotten about the healer he hurled into a table, slapping a closed fist to an open palm as he shifted on the move towards Raya.
As he lumbered half unstably across the floor, his right hand began to wisp in a shadowy mist, before crackling in sparks of black, scarlet, and maroon, which showed he was forcing his element into play. Just as that beast of a man came within a yard of Raya, the young dragon lunged from his slightly more distant position with a draconic howl, pulling his fist away from his left palm, and extending the sparking fingers, before taking firm hold of the man’s head with his left, craning it around, and plastering his right hand to his face.
Momentum still carrying him, he barely missed sending it all into the man’s body before he went flipping clumsily over the brute’s head, a slight residue of chaos still clinging to his fingers as he tumbled half a landing. He could only hope that stopped him in his tracks, for last he recalled, that technique certainly hurt like a bitch once it got its way along the entirety of the nervous system. Sadly, the silver headed entity wouldn’t get the chance to find out, for standing right there, waiting for him to land, was the healer, having pulled herself from the splinters of the now broken table, and severely annoyed.
Her eyes narrowed in a silent growl, watching her ‘prey’ roll at least once before stopping in a crouch, and she flicked her wrist forcefully, before the entirety of her hand turned a bright white, as if mimicking the flare of a dwarven star. She didn’t intend to give the man a chance to get back to his feet before she snapped down towards him, left hand swiping down for the collar of his tunic, and roughly yanked his torso upright, slapping her brightly glowing hand right to the man’s neck, before leaning down to snarl low in his face. “What do you think you’re doing, Prince Iaeruki? Your conflict is with me.”<br> A sudden shudder convulsed the entire dragon’s form, eyes wide and unfocused in a glazing stare on the ceiling. He could do nothing to respond, absolute pain the only thing to register in his head, for while the flesh burned, his vocal cords and air passages felt as though rending themselves apart on the inside. What cries wanted to escape were choked and voiceless, half gurgled as blood flooded up his throat and out of the corner of his mouth. The very area of contact was now abnormally gnarled and raw, tendrils of chaos wisping away in what seemed to be a feeble attempt to repel the healer’s hand, before the very blood seeping from the wound eating itself in began to coil to life, boiling as it wrapped along her fingers like tiny snakes.
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Post by Raya Roksana on Jan 2, 2005 20:55:47 GMT -5
She took a quick glance around before reaalizing the threat upon her. A large brute of a man, nothing she could take. The girl squinted and braced herself. Nothing? The man she had desided to watch out for, was watching out for her as well. Prehaps he had heard her. She watched in awe as the man attacked the other. How could he continue fighting like this in his condition? The hulking man was no longer a threat as he fell painfully to the ground.
Then a blur, from the corner of her eye. That damn healer! She didn't wait a moment once she saw the woman hissing in the man's face as he trembled painfully. Something sparked inside her brain. This feeling, something she had never really felt before, nor witnessed at it's full extent. Hate... Raya's eyes went cold, and she dove with unnatrual speed into the woman letting a yell of anger ring into the air. She bit the attacking wrist violently until it was forced to let go. The taste of blood filled her mouth, an unpleasnt taste, but she payed no attention to it. The hand which did not hold the wrist away from the silverheaded man, grabed her throat, unwilling to release, squeezing painfully. Raya couldn't hear, her scenses were fogged, her only intent was to kill this woman, she would not harm Iae.
(ooc I need to get to bed, sorry post sucked, I am so grounded... @______@ )
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Post by RokuroNanashi on Jan 7, 2005 16:07:02 GMT -5
(*snerk* You BIT her? That's great... *cracks his neck* This one's gonna be fun to write up...)
A loud thud sounded as the lght mage's head was thrust into the ground beaneath him again. Rokuro removed his hand from the man's face, having caught him while in motion by the face and put him down. "And you," he said with a low tone and a blank face, "I do not like." Hatred was an emotion he reserved for himself, but he could say that he seriously disliked this man. All of them, really.
The Darkland-born craft-users stood straight. He would still need to be careful with this one. Light magic couldn't be used against him like the other two, but if used right, it was still extremely deadly. Sure enough, up came the mage's open palm, which Rokuro knocked aside and knelt to put a fist into the man's gut. What he hadn't noticed was the other hand pushing magic through the earth.
A collumn of light burst upwards underneath Rokuro. If he'd kept his eyes open, he'd be blind to be sure. The though somewhat protected by his coat, he was knocked into the air, falling a good twenty feet to the side with a heavy thud.
"YOU are not my concern, boy," growled the mage as he slowly rose, "It's just that abomination back there." Rokuro struggled to stand, gasping for breath from the fall, while at the same time trying to remove his destroyed coat. Perhaps he was slightly in shock, but the only thing he kept thinking was, I...I liked that coat...
Suddenly he realized why he was having so much trouble with the coat... His left arm, the one he'd landed on... The skin was black, and reeked. He couldn't move his arm... The mage's boot struck heavily on Rokuro's chest, making his breathing even more laborious. It was only moments later that his mind cleared, and the searing pain from his arm shot through him, loosing from his throat a scream of pain. His arm was mangled, burned, bloodied and cracked, and he suspected it was broken from the fall, as well.
"You had no hope of beating us, Nanashi. You'll need to come to terms with that. Fast," he added as he rose a hand to use more of his power on Rokuro.
A second cry of pain rang through the air, this time from the mage as Rokuro's knife jabbed into the back of his knee. Emerald eyes opened once again, looking up at the other man. The mage was weakened as it was from using such a spell, and controlling it under the earth.
Rokuro managed a tiny grin, and said, "You aren't the one meant to kill me, remember?"
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