B.P.R.D. - Closed.

Meeeeerp?

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[Deathrider888]

☢ ☢ ☢ xxxxxxxx σrσвαs τθε ώατсhεɾ☢xxxxxxxxxxxxx

PLEASE DON'T STEAL!
JUST ASK!

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☠ ☠ ☠These are the eyes that can't see me
xxx☠ ☠ ☠These are the hands that drop your trust
xxxxxx☠ ☠ ☠These are the boots that kick you around
xxxxxxxxx☠ ☠ ☠This is the tongue that speaks on the inside

The mere human questions his ability to see!? Did he just assume the Titanic was going to crash when he sat and watched all those people die? Was it mere assumption that the plane would topple those two towers? Maybe he was imagining things when he saw exactly how JFK would be shot? Did he just somehow walk into place where he could see the Hindenburg explode?! No Orobas didn't sit down in the best view possible when those tragedies happened. He merely watched sipping on a goblet of virgin blood. He knew they were going to happen! "And. You. Talk. Too. Much." He retorted and before he could finish this, he learned what he needed to know. He almost didn't let the fact that the human aimed for the 'eyes' on his legs get to him... Almost being the keyword here. The 'eyes' absorbed the bullets, which hit two of his eyes more than once. He managed to count enough to know just how much he intended to return. But he didn't attack instantly, no he buckled when they hit him... A normal bullet doesn't do much damage but damn that hurt.

Orobas stayed down but his many eyes were creating holes around Orobas, a percussion with what he had seen. The human can hide all he wants but it was futile... The watcher sees everything. Orobas began standing up, the 'eyes' around his legs healed but they somewhat ached. The human wasn't running away but moving closer. What was he attempting? Then he remembered what he saw in Raveek's fight. How the woman moved closer for her attacks. Dante was her apprentice was he not? However, he didn't have her ability to move great distances in a short bursts. Orobas stared at his surroundings... What he didn't make for wonderful physical strength, he made up for his mind. He wasn't as smart as Mograth of course but when you see things others do not... Well that can make you somewhat insightful.

Floating eyes looked for the tallest building in this street; fortunately, for Orobas there was only one build and it was an apartment complex. Dozens of tiny orbs began appearing around the bottom of the complex, the walls at the front used as a way to cover the location of Orobas' eyes as they used their 'lasers' to unbalance the building and have it collapse it onto the streets and by extension on the human. "You. Hurt. My. Eyes." Orobas said though it did hurt it was also meant to have Dante focus on Orobas. Orobas flapped his 'wings' once more before Dante's bullets once again appeared they floated and spun endlessly waiting to be unleashed but two more white metallic feathers appeared ready to impale the human. The moment the feathers materialized Orobas released them and just like that the bullets and the feathers flew towards Dante's cover to end this battle.

This is the face that I'll never change☣ ☣ ☣
This is the fist that grinds you down☣ ☣ ☣xxx
This is the voice of silence no more☣ ☣ ☣xxxxxx
These are the lips that taste no freedom☣ ☣ ☣xxxxxxxxx

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◈ Location: USS Maine Monument ◈ Theme ◈ Mood:Relieved, worried, UST


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Everything was sore, nothing the former Hannya of Tokyo couldn’t handle, but it had been quite some time she was…compelled… to use the Sasegawa style so much. Taking a deep breath, Ootori began to peel off the scraps of clothing that were becoming rather uncomfortable to even be in. What little remained of her sleeves, she tore off, before tearing off the rest of her ruined top. An exasperated look crossed her face she threw the scraps of cloth to the side before she pulled the barely-hanging-on remnants of her bra and threw that frankly useless piece of undergarment aside as well. Taking a deep breath of hot air, the blind woman undid the ruined belt about her waist and threw that in the same direction as the rest of her…well it wouldn’t be apt to call them clothes. Their current state was less than that of cloth, torn and singed from both the building and the use of perdition. Her boots were gone, most likely between the damage of the building and the fire of perdition, socks too were gone. Luckily, her underwear wasn’t too damaged. She could sense it was torn a bit here and there, but…otherwise it was fairly intact, which was good.

The rumble of lightning, made ootori sit up, alert and attempting to feel out the source she wasn’t startled, but she was somewhat unprepared. However the vibrations which spoke to her senses through the ground told her it was a familiar presence, and she silently pondered who it was, her eye brows furrowing the process…that is until she heard the unmistakable voice of- “Xian!?” she exclaimed, eyebrows rising in surprise, she quickly covered her exposed bosom with an arm and hand, legs snapping together at the knee. Her lips pursed, speak or mention the devil, and he would appear. Of course the one person she didn’t want to see her in this current state of undress would show up. Though she was completely unprepared for his hug, she visibly stiffened, strong back muscles appearing as her body tensed up. A trap perhaps? She couldn’t tell via chi who it was as her extrasensory abilities still hadn’t comeback. Demons were a tricky sort and they were not above tormenting their prey with psychological warfare, her fight with a demon god 15 years ago while she was in the PCMD was a good example. But there was something about his mannerism that told her it really was Xian. She returned the hug, albeit tentatively to say the least still somewhat wary, wrapping her free arm under his own arm to lightly pat him on the back. Was he…crying? She couldn’t be one hundred percent sure, but she was almost certain he was.

The moment was awkward to say the least, she quietly chastised herself, her body reacting to have an object of affection so close, his smell, his touch. It was all something she secretly reveled in, though she felt, no knew she didn’t deserve him. There was still too much before she would be worthy to succumb to such feelings, emotions, primal desires. Her grip tightened on her chest, as she felt Xian pull away. Giving a cough, and remaining in her sitting position on the ground Ootori felt his jacket land upon her shoulders with which she quickly covered herself. She felt like she was 14 all over again, she shouldn’t have been so meek, She was thirty-five for gods sake! Though she quickly reminded herself that it wasn’t proper to expose oneself, and rationalized it all off. She gave a small chuckle at his words, she couldn’t see where exactly Xian had gone to, as he hadn’t moved for several seconds, and she wasn’t paying attention to where he had gone so when she responded she didn’t look at him, her face pointing off into the distance. “Ah no…” A small coy smile appearing at the very edge of her lips. “…Not uncomfortable. Just surprised, I thought you were going to aid Snells or one of the others” she said as she finally stood up. Though blind, she still knew her way around a blazer, not quite caring if Xian peeked, she quickly pulled his blazer off her shoulders and put it on properly.

It just smelled like him, and though she nearly as tall as Xian, it was built for a man. The sleeves were too long, it was too tight along her bosom, too wide along her waist, and too shot over all coming to a stop just above her somewhat damaged underwear. She buttoned the blazer, though since she was blind, she couldn’t tell that she buttoned it one hole too far down, unaware of she appeared Ootori took a few steps, her bare feet padding softly against the ground. She brought the hem of the sleeves to her face and took a sniff, the smell was soooo…god she was being childish, her lips pursed somewhat before she responded to Xian’s inquiry. “Ah no, nothing that won’t heal up in a few days…though I cannot see as Perdition’s cost was my eyesight” she said with a slight smile. Though she could sense something was…wrong. His speech pattern was odd, different from his usual smooth but cool demeanor. “Everything alright Xian?” she pressed with her mouth shifting to the left. “You seem…odd? Did your battle…go well?”

It was…selfish of her to not immediately go to the aid of the other agents, but Xian’s demeanor brought worry to her. She convinced herself that it was because one as powerful and as strong as Xian shouldn’t be so shaken up. She made her way over to him, presuming he didn’t move from where he previously spoke. Upon finding him, she touched his chest, tracing her hands up to his face, touching it gently in order to see his face. “Surely you’re not injured? This isn’t some…last conversation before you kick the bucket?” She joked as her expression turned to one of worry but the ever so slight flush of red in her cheeks spoke of suppressed desire that perhaps even she was unaware of.


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刃║ Ｔ.Ｒ.Ｏ.Ｐ.Ｅ.◁ ▌██
Unresolved Sexual tension█

It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll. ↻ I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul.

刃║ Ｔ.Ｈ.Ｏ.Ｕ.Ｇ.Ｈ.Ｔ.Ｓ ◁ ▌██
Is he alright?█

刃║ Ｗ.Ｉ.Ｔ.Ｈ ◁ ▌██
Xian█

Baron Bud Smoker

[Baron Bud Smoker]

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The Warden

Lu yao zhi ma li
(As distance tests a horse's strength)

Location: USS Maine Monument
Action: Talking; Kissing?!
Company: Ootori

Ri jiu jian ren xin
(So does time reveal one's true character)

In the brief moments that he held her within his arms, time stood still for Shenlong. How long had it been, since he felt the warmth of someone he cared for? Since he had felt these butterflies in his stomach? Emotions, sensations that he hadn't felt in so long, were all coming back to him once more. How he wished that he could enjoy this embrace, to know this bliss for just a little while longer. But he knew that such desires were selfish, inconsiderate to the object of his affection. When his elation had slowly died down to a state of contentment, he felt Ootori partially return his hug, perhaps wary of the possible deception by demonic forces. She was not wrong to feel such hesitation. Shenlong had just come to realize how devastating it really was, to have your deepest desires, innermost feelings, revealed and toyed with.

The thought of Ootori writhing in pain came to his mind once more, and he hugged her just a bit tighter, reassuring himself that she was safe. When he finally calmed down and composed himself, it dawned on him that he had been (very boldly) hugging her in a state of undress. His ears and cheeks turned a bright red when he pulled away from his embrace, and his eyes were blessed with the sensuous figure of the amazonian beauty before him. At that moment, he thanked whatever divine sculptor that had shaped her perfect figure, before he placed his coat over her shoulders.

As much as he had enjoyed that embrace, the Warden felt that he had to apologize for his actions. While he might have acknowledged that he had feelings for Ootori, he did not know if his feelings were reciprocated. As such, he didn't want to risk jeopardizing the friendship that they had, that meant so much to him, by turning things....awkward. He took a few steps away from Ootori, not far, but he had his back faced to her, to prevent himself from peeking. He didn't want her to think that he was some kind of lech that would ogle her while she was vulnerable. Though it would be a lie to say that he wasn't at all tempted to look. After he'd apologized to her, he was relieved when she chuckled and said that she didn't feel uncomfortable, just a bit surprised. She had expected him to aid the others first, and that had been his original plan, but...

"I was going to...But, I wanted to be here with you..."

Shenlong said honestly, his cheeks tinged with crimson at his admission. While what he had said did not necessarily have to be taken in the romantic sense, it was the first time in quite a long time, that he had been so straightforward with his own feelings. That he didn't try to rationalize those emotions away. In truth, it was...liberating, to be honest with oneself. For a moment, he looked behind as he replied to Ootori's statement and his eyes widened at the powerful combo that her shy face had with her knockout curves; his coat just barely covered the ample bosom that threatened to burst free of the buttons that restrained them. The hemline ended just above her baby blue undergarments, exposing her long, gorgeous legs. Such a sight was...breathtaking. She was poetry in motion. She was grace given form. She was beautiful. He quickly averted his gaze once more, as he felt a sort of envy toward that piece of fabric draped across her heavenly body.

In the lull of their conversation, the sound of his racing heartbeat, thundered over all else. Had he ever been so nervous around Ootori before? Not that he could ever recall. In fact, he had always felt...at ease around the Sasegawa. He never had to hide who he was, or what he was. Ootori accepted him for the person that she had come to know and trust over the decade that they'd worked together. For that, he had always been grateful, always felt blessed to have met her. Yet somewhere along the lines, those feelings of admiration and respect, grew into affection, desire. He would never have denied that he felt an attraction to the Marshall of Operations, but neither did he realize the depths of the emotions that he'd fostered for her over the years. Forced to confront his deepest desires, he realized his feelings for her now, more than ever before.

Hearing Ootori's voice, startled him a bit, as he was wrested from his thoughts and his mind returned to the situation at hand. She was replying to his earlier inquiry, though she politely declined his offer to heal her injuries. He was however, surprised to learn that the cost of Perdition, had been her sight. In a way, he was lucky that she couldn't see the expression that he was wearing. Anyone with the ability to see, would have been able to read him like an open book. To tell that in his eyes, all that was important in the world, was standing right before him. Before he could respond to what she had said, she questioned him further. Of course, she had mentioned his...odd behavior. It was so unlike him, after all. Though in truth, he felt as if it'd be best to keep the...details of his battle, to himself. He would tell her the full story eventually, but right now, the wound was a little too fresh. At the very least, however, he would give her an honest answer.

"Everything is fine now. As long as you're safe...everything is fine."

He didn't really want to say more at the moment, but he had answered her truthfully at least. Shen could never really lie to anyone, he either had to tell the truth, or keep silent. There was no midway. Even if there was, he would never be able to bring himself to lie to Ootori. The Warden looked away for a moment, finding it hard to resist the urge to reach out, to caress her, to kiss her, to hold her hand, at the very least. In the next instant, he felt her delicate touch against his chest; slender fingers tracing along his muscles, till he felt a gentle warmth, cradle along his jaw. His heart started racing so fast, he swore that the sound of his heart beat could've been heard around the world. Shenlong's trembling hand rose up, quietly grasping Ootori's hand as it cradled his cheek. Shakily, but surely, his fingers intertwined with her own, as he listened to the words that she spoke.

“Surely you’re not injured? This isn’t some…last conversation before you kick the bucket?”

The Warden couldn't help but smile a bit, before he answered.

"No, of course not. Because at this moment, I am most certainly, alive."

Shen moved Ootori's hand from his cheek, to his chest, squarely over his heart. The thunderous thumping of his heartbeat, telegraphed his feelings at this moment. Seeing the scarlet hues that dusted her cheeks, the sunset pink of her sultry lips, in such close proximity, his body seemed to do the rest. Inching ever closer, his eyes slowly closing, the raven haired gentleman, leaned in, his free hand lifting her chin ever so slightly. He could feel the warmth of her breath, brushing the top of his lip, before he finally kissed Ootori. The sensation of her thin, delicate lips, pressed against his own, was heaven itself. He had been fighting with himself, desperately trying to resist the urges that had been brought to light by his battle with the Duchess of Lust. Yet he had lost this restraint, this composure, the very moment he'd felt her hand upon his cheek. Saw the look that spoke of mutual desire. This feeling, this bliss that he was experiencing, he hoped it wasn't one sided.



The Dark Pheonix

[omgIisonfiyah]

Dante Christian

Some people call it luck.

Maybe it is.

Well, it looked like the time to strike was now. Orobas decided to go full out on Dante. Spent bullets spun in the air around him as well as some of the feathers from before. Suddenly, everything came crashing towards Dante, shredding everything in a small radius. However, it would still take more than that to get rid of Dante so easily. Having used the Sasegawa Style's Purple Movement Technique to close the remaining distance between himself and Orobas.

"Surprise!" Dante shouted, using his forward momentum to plant a kick to the Demon then vault off of him. I need to make this fast, no telling what other tricks he has. Dante thought to himself. Once he was on the ground he dashed forward again. He was going to need to prepare for what would likely be a final attack. If I fail, my Luck won't be able to help me. Dante thought grimly. Feinting left then striking right, Dante dashed past Orobas to a safer distance that would enable him to stay mobile and dodge potential incoming attacks.

Come on come on come on! I need a good solution here. Something blessed or Holy or something! Dante thought furiously, he needed more than mundane bullets and fists. It was likely to be one of those times he regretted not memorizing bible verses and Latin phrases. Then again, maybe he didn't need to. If I'm gonna attempt that Clash of Light, I need to stay focused. If it fails, I'm as good as dead. It was a grim thought to have, but a very real one. Marshall Sasegawa had repeatedly scolded him for half-assing things during training, and now he would have to heed her warnings if he wanted to make it to the next day. Almost ready. Dante thought to himself.

Maybe there's someone looking out for me.

Who knows?

Where I'm at: Work, in the Bronx
Who I'm with: Himself and the Demon Orobas
What I'm doing: Fighting
OOC:

Deathrider888

Quote:

I am Lucky, yes.

But if I'm after you...

You are not.

[Dame PhePhe]

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◈ Location: USS Maine Monument ◈ Theme ◈ Mood:@_@, UST


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So Xian had thought of going to the others first, to provide assistance to Snells or the other agents. Then he was in his right mind, her lips twitched into a smile. However, he saw it prudent to come to her first, before all things. She didn’t have the right to, she knew this more than anyone, that she didn’t have the right, no she wasn’t allowed to feel that ever so slight flutter in her heart at his words. She had thought she had long crushed such feelings ago, but even she was still human, still weak to such hopeful words. She wasn’t depressive, she was stronger than that, but while she knew better, even she was still susceptible such hopeful notions. Even if she felt she couldn’t pursue any relationship, it didn’t stop her attraction. Giving a somewhat awkward small smile at his words, she couldn’t help it. It was the bass of his voice, which was alluring to even her in her repressed state, she still remembered when she first saw him all those years ago, it was in passing but she remembered seeing him at the PCMD HQ before deployment for a mission. Due to her position at the time, she could only see him passing, but she could hear his voice. His voice hadn’t changed, still as alluring as ever, music to her ears.

She continued to gently touch his face, fingers that were soft but strong gliding gently over the curves of his face. As with the way Ootori was, when she was comfortable around someone, she did things that could be taken the wrong way. In her married days, Michael often called her the innocent seductress; a more apt name couldn’t be found as she traces her fingers across his lips, down his jaw line to his chin, through his hair, gently tracing out his eyes and ears; gently painting a mental picture of his face, a face that was both different and similar. He really did look a lot like him, perhaps she was imprinting Michael on Xian? Though the two acted very differently, Where as Xian was calm, cool, and collected man, Michael was brash and Forward, and hot blooded. Personality wise, they were as different as fire and water. Though regardless of how she felt about her own personal stake in the matter. He was quite the attractive man, such facial feature could entice most women, and Ootori, even in her marred state was no exception. Xian just so happened to ring true with her preferences.

Truth be told, the Marshal didn’t know when his support became something she relied upon so readily or when she began to become attracted to him more in a way more than a friends or peers. At some point in the last ten years, her reliance on him as a sort of pillar changed to attraction. Attraction that she desperately tried to suppressed, an Attraction that she convinced herself was neither worthy of, nor warranted by the warden. Ootori’s facial expression did it’s best to rely her understanding at his word. “If you’re fine, that’s good then…I suppose” She said softly. her face betraying her confused state of mind, an expression of worry and relief still on her furrowed eyebrows, but slight smile on her lips. Though she couldn’t stop herself from continuing to touching his face, to read his expression as it formed. She stealing moments for herself now, moments that were forbidden by her own will to never succumb to. Ten years without touching a man, at least in a manner that meant she didn’t crush them or kill them. It had been so long she had forgotten what the touch of man’s skin felt like. She could still feel the light grain of stubble on his chin, the smooth, but to touch him, feeling of his skin upon her fingers. To feel these things, especially when she was attracted to him, brought that blush to even more to the forefront. She wasn’t completely aware she was blushing, the various temperature of the still burning rubble of masking the heat from her ears from even her own senses.

Yes, she had forbidden herself from moments like this. She knew that she wasn’t worthy of it, her own sins were things that dragged her down and threatened to consume her. That alone meant she couldn’t bring those she cared for into her war. Though such thoughts were shattered violent by a very distinct feeling; the feeling of Xian’s hand entwining with her own. Her body reacted before her mind even registered what had happened, reflexively her own fingers gently gripped his own, a distant memory making her act in kind to the suppressed feelings she had. For the third time that day, Kitsuneme eyes opened, though this time in some mild form of surprise or shock, white pupils denoting her blind vision though growing darker by the second, signaling a slowly returning vision.

She felt him move her hand to his chest, her heart starting to thump annoyingly loud in her head. It grew louder in her ears, her heart thumping hard, but somehow not as fast as one would expect. This was completely unexpected for her, time seemed to be nonexistent for that moment, feeling him cradle his head in her hand, his warmth sending shivers down her half naked body. That light blush was now known to her now, however didn’t care as she felt just how hard and how fast his beat against his own chest. Her mind finally catching up with the sudden turn of events, physically all she could do was look at him, eyes wide and her expression one of surprise and a still suppressed desire. Her mind, though as sharp as any blade, was numb founded at the thought that Xian, could want her. Perhaps this was ploy of some kind, but it would’ve been uncharacteristic of Xian to play some kind of prank on her. Especially on of this nature, besides, his heart beat was real, that speed and power spoke of true apprehension. She felt his hand on her shin, and attempting to focus on him, she could just make out a light outline in a sea of darkness. She could feel him get closer, tensing up at the proximity, her face angled up to face him from his fingers of her chin, she could smell him. And that smell pervaded all of her senses; the smell clouded her judgment, slowing her thoughts like some kind of drug.

Slowed her enough to whimsically allow herself to succumb to him movements like a doll. His lips upon her own, was like a deep dark fantasy brought to life. His larger mass clinging close to her own partially clothed body amplified the kiss. Reflexively, no…longingly she returned the kiss, lost in a fantasy that she knew she couldn’t succumb to. A desire that had been suppressed for so many years unveiled itself, making itself known to Ootori like a blaring sun descending upon her mind. That her attraction to him was not some mere child’s crush, and the sensations that ran through her only did their very best to confirm that desire. That she, Ootori sasegawa had fallen in-. However it didn’t take long for her to return to her senses, to come back to the cold reality that was her life and future. She …she just…

All she could feel was cold skin and warm blood on her shell shocked body. Cradling a lifeless child in her arms as she desperately attempted to will life into the child in her arms. She dragged herself and the motionless body of Ollie to Michael. Unable to heal him, with her free hand she tried everything, pushing intestines back into his open abdomen, tears and blood clouding her vision. Trying with all of her might to push organs back into her dead husband body, trying something anything…to bring them back…

It was like an axe had come down upon Ootori, violent flashes of a very dark past which haunted tore her from the bliss of the kiss like a guillotine. It was her who ended the kiss, Haggard breathing, as she very reluctantly pulled away from his lips, resting her forehead against Xian's own, vision blurry, but unwilling to look Xian in the eyes. She pushed herself away, her face full of pain. “I- I can’t…Xian...” She managed to force out; she couldn’t drag him down with her. No, she wasn’t worthy to be loved again. She had failed her family once, surely…surely she would fail him. She didn’t want to see that again, no she didn’t want to feel his blood on her hands. Her expression was a strange mixture of fear, pain, sadness, but most prominently distance. Erecting walls, upon walls to protect herself from her own decision, already distancing herself from Xian, because to her, she couldn’t afford to have the blood of another loved one on her hands, figuratively and literally.


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刃║ Ｔ.Ｒ.Ｏ.Ｐ.Ｅ.◁ ▌██
Anchored Ship█

It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll. ↻ I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul.

刃║ Ｔ.Ｈ.Ｏ.Ｕ.Ｇ.Ｈ.Ｔ.Ｓ ◁ ▌██
I can't...i'll fail him when he needs most. no. i can't, i won't.█

刃║ Ｗ.Ｉ.Ｔ.Ｈ ◁ ▌██
Xian█

Baron Bud Smoker

[Baron Bud Smoker]

▌│█║▌║▌║ тιanтι хιanғeng ѕнenlong ║▌║▌║█│▌

The Warden

Lu yao zhi ma li
(As distance tests a horse's strength)

Location: USS Maine Monument
Action: Trying to Weigh Anchor
Company: Ootori

Ri jiu jian ren xin
(So does time reveal one's true character)

The Warden had initially felt conflicted about not going to the aid of Snell, or Dante, but here, at this time, at this place; there was nowhere else in the world that he would rather be. No one else that he wanted to be with, besides the woman standing before him. And he had finally admitted that. As freeing as it was to say, he was still worried. Was he being too forward? Was he not saying enough? Watching as a small, awkward smile graced the slender lips of the one he desired, cared so deeply for, he couldn't help but smile in turn. The thought of their relationship, changing, brought him as much joy as it did anxiety. Love...as powerful a force as it was, could be as fragile as the petals of a withered rose. A part of him was scared to reach out, scared that he might lose that which was so precious to him. But beyond that fear, that apprehension, was a desire to take a chance. Shenlong knew he was being selfish. He knew he wasn't worthy enough to have her, to hold her. To feel the warmth of her touch. Yet he couldn't deny...couldn't hold back these desires, feelings any longer. When had things become so complicated? He couldn't honestly say. From the time he'd first laid eyes on her in the PCMD HQ, to the decade that they'd worked together, he'd seen how she had changed over the years. Being by Ootori's side, seeing the pain that reflected in the depths of her soul...seeing her bearing her sorrow all alone, fighting desperately to avenge those she had lost...His heart ached painfully.

For a moment, his expression reflected this melancholy, but he'd been startled to attention when he felt her fingers tracing the contours of his face. Her sense of touch served to paint the portrait of his appearance. She might not have been doing so intentionally, but Shenlong was certainly falling for her seduction, her innocent charms. The way that her fingertips caressed along his jawline, combed through his hair, danced across his lips...everything that she did sent his heart aflutter. Made him feel emotions he thought had long since died with his wife. Aspects of Ootori, reminded him of Mei. The scars of their past that marred them, that they had to endure. Their strong will, their drive to move forward, regardless of the hardships they'd faced. He felt a deep pain in his heart for Ootori, just as he did for Mei so long ago. He had the desire to stand beside her, to be the one to make her smile. It had been over five thousand years since he had experienced this kind of attraction, this longing for the warmth of a lover's touch. He desired fulfillment that only the joy of companionship could bring. Joy that he wanted to share with the visage of beauty standing before him. Was it wrong to feel this way? To...love Ootori? If that was the case; if loving her was wrong...he never wanted to be right.

As their conversation continued on, the Warden felt a tinge of guilt at the thought that he hadn't divulged the whole truth to her. Seeing a slight look of confusion that Ootori gave, the guilt was compounded further still. But she had not pressed him for an answer. She simply smiled and continued to trace her fingertips along his face to read his expressions. Shen frowned very briefly, but he did not want to sour the sweetness of this moment. He wanted to revel in this attention she was showering him with. To feel the tenderness of her fingertips against his skin for just a little while longer. After centuries without knowing the warmth, the pleasure of a woman's touch, he felt himself desiring....more. He wondered if she could feel the heat from the fluster in his cheeks. If she could tell just how much he wanted to be with her. To feel those soft, supple lips against his own. The thumping of his heartbeat began to echo like thunder over a distant plain. Could she tell how he felt? Even if he had all the time, all the words in the world, he was sure he could never describe the depth of his feelings. So, he had to show her.

A trembling hand, reflecting fear, anxiety, hope, desire, love; gently sought and intertwined with the fingers that Ootori traced along his face. For a little while, he just treasured that feeling, the simple, but marvelous feeling of holding hands with someone you care so deeply for. He couldn't help but smile as he felt the gentle grip of the Marshall's hand in his own and saw her Kitsuneme eyes open up in surprise. Shen didn't know if this was the right path to take, if he was doing too much, too fast, but his heart and his body were acting as one. There was not a single trace of doubt any longer. Seeing the color returning to her eyes, the blush that graced her cheeks, he knew that at that moment, he should finally express his feelings clearly.

Shenlong gazed into Ootori's eyes and he felt a mixture of emotions, as his heart was racing from her presence. The Warden knew full well the pain that would come from a relationship with the Marshall. If he didn't die fighting alongside her, or die trying to protect her, then he would surely outlive her. That was his curse. His punishment from the Gods. But the agony such a parting might bring, did not pain him as much as the thought of his life without her. To never know, never take the risk in trying to find happiness with her. That would be the greater tragedy, in his eyes. At this point, he felt that there was no turning back. He had to know, had to take this chance, or he'd always regret it. Gathering his courage, his resolve, Shenlong made his move. Cradling her chin with his free hand, he then tilted her head upward ever so slightly, the distance between the two becoming almost non-existent. Being so close to her, knowing her touch, her sweet fragrance, that was like the perfume of a lotus flower, carried by the warm summer breeze. It calmed him, comforted him, made him feel at ease. Closing his eyes, he felt the reality, the importance of the world around them melt away, as the center of his world became a woman named Ootori Sasegawa.

Lovingly, passionately, he kissed her, wanting to express himself the way he knew best; with his actions. Shenlong moved his hand away from her chin and wrapped it around her waist, pulling her just a bit closer as he deepened the kiss. He wanted to lose himself in this rapture, to treasure this blissful moment for as long as possible. Shen knew that he was being unfair to Ootori, acting on the spur of the moment as he did, but this love of his was real. He had to let her know that, even if she might not have reciprocated his feelings. Even if he was rejected. As much as he had enjoyed this ecstasy, he knew that reality was harsh. That the pain of loss, of feeling...helpless to save those you loved, ran deeper than one could ever know.

Feeling her lips breakaway from his own, Shenlong felt his heart ache. He took a bit of time to catch his breath, to brace himself. He already knew. As Ootori's forehead rested against his own, her eyes avoiding his, he grit his teeth, as he heard the words that left her parted lips. In that instant, he recalled;

"Mei! Mei! Where are you?!" He cried out frantically, "Tian..." Mei called him; she was the only human to know the truth of who he was...what he was. Even amidst the roaring flames, the thundering noise of bandits in retreat, he could hear the voice of his lover calling out to him. Her body was broken, her beautiful face had been bloodied and mangled beyond recognition. Miraculously sheltered from harm, was their beloved child, proof of their union, their love. Tears of sorrow, that his wife was dying, mixed with tears of joy that his daughter was alive. Shenlong tried desperately to use what divine magic he was capable of to heal her, to avoid the grim reality, that he might lose her. "Please, save Mei. Please. Take away my divine power, damn me to hell for eternity, anything....but please....please...save her..." There was no reply. Their silence was their answer. Shenlong took Ren from her mothers arms and bit his lip, as he came to the realization that Mei's death...was inevitable. He felt great sorrow, but also for the first time ever, hatred. He was being robbed of the one whom he loved, cherished above all else. The dragon wanted...vengeance. A trembling, bloodied hand reached out to cradle his cheek. "Tian, please...don't make such a scary face. I fell in love...." her words were interrupted as she began to cough, choke on her own blood. But she forced herself to fight through her pain. To speak these last words to her beloved husband. "I fell in love, with a kind, gentle, forgiving man. Please...please, stay that way. I love you, Tian. I love you so much, you, who helped me to find my voice again...Who blessed me with such joy...Please, give Renxian.....all the love...that I--I can't...Tian." And just like that...the woman he loved so deeply, was gone...

Those words...they echoed at the very core of his soul. The last time he had heard them...he had forever lost someone precious to him. For all the power that he had possessed, he was unable to save the woman he loved. Yet he had been blessed, he was given the solace of his lovers parting words. He had a child to love and to raise, a light amidst the darkness which would have surely swallowed him whole. Hearing Ootori speak these words, seeing her in pain as she was, his arms wrapped around her waist in a loving embrace. Shenlong knew that she would probably try and push him away, but how could he just stand there and do nothing while she seemed to be in such pain? He didn't know if he'd be able to find the right words to say to her, or if his words and actions would only bring her more grief...but he had to follow what was in his heart. He did not want to watch as he was left behind again, to do nothing as the object of his affection suffered. Shen gently rested his forehead against Ootori's, his eyes searching her own.

"Ootori....I'm not trying to force you into anything you don't want. If you...don't...love me, like I love you, I...I could...live with that. But that wouldn't stop me from wanting to stand by your side. It wouldn't change my desire to make you smile, to help you find the happiness you deserve...So...even if you push me away, Ootori, I will always be here for you. I will always support you. Come hell or high water...I will not watch you suffer alone, any longer."

No matter what walls, what barriers she erected to try and distance herself from him, he wouldn't stop caring for her. She might be angry at the selfishness of his words, she might despise him for his hardheadedness, but how could he leave her like this? How could he pretend that he didn't see her bearing such sorrow all alone? He'd rather suffer her wrath, than watch her suffer. A bone crushing blow from the Sasegawa style, would hurt him far less than the soul sundering pain he felt as he watched her enduring the agony of her loss, the weight of her vendetta, all by herself.




The Dark Pheonix

[Dame PhePhe]

Czin’s massive body slammed into the walls of the underground passage flailing before falling to ground, as his prey leapt from the maw of the worm’s mouth. Czin’s mouth lay ajar, and his body twitched every now and then, though not from the pain of the broken fang. Czin’s pain, his hunger…it was eternal, caused from being a Frankenstein of monsters, an amalgamation of demons, corrupt souls, fallen angels and similar, all of which were incomplete, all hungering for completion. No czin’s twitching pain was from more than just losing a tooth. The worm broke teeth all the time, some opened gashes in Czin’s throat, others caused other wounds. As do all Frankenstein creatures, not made with one homogenous goal in mind, Czin was insane. Multiple personalities, each a whole individuals with their personality, their own ways of doing things, some destructive to their own body, others, like animals, some…in Czin’s 350+ thousand life span had yet to surface.

There was gasp of breath, as if the worm wanted to speak to the heckling, but a pause as it took another breath, hunger still festering it, and still incapable of doing more than one thing at a time. Another deeper raspy breath, echoed through the subway, as the Worm suddenly began to turn a rather sick shade of burgundy. Like hardening blood, the ground beginning to decay and rot, the Hellfire from before starting to turn brown before eventually decaying itself out of existence. “LITTLE MOOOUSE!” Czin screamed in fluctuating voice, as though 30 voices were screaming at the same time, but half of them vanished halfway through. “HUNGER! HUNGER! HUNGER!” Czin screamed, ignored the boasts of helrath’s demonic host. The worm flailed like a child throwing a tantrum, slamming into the subway walls slowly causing the subway to weaken with each slam. The bulbous sores that had began to form along the body of the worm suddenly detonated, releasing a noxious fume into the small subway space. The fumes immediately began to eat away around at the subway tunnel.

Hunger. Appetite. Gluttony. Ravenous. Unhindered, unbridled, and unrestrained, of all the personalities of Czin, the personality called pestilence was poisonous to a whole different degree, secreting caustic fumes, and capable of eating anything and everything, it’s very blood and secretions of all types turned to acid and diseases, and infection. It did not care for pain, where as Czin acknowledge pain, this personality didn’t even bother to acknowledge such feelings existed. Czin didn’t want waste time on pain, when it could fill it’s stomach with anything. Didn’t matter what it tasted like, or what it made it. Czin slammed it’s body into ceiling in its tantrum, before tearing a massive chunk of subway ceiling away and gobbling it down in its ravenous hunger. Before finally turning its attention to the host that had decided to hurt the worm earlier. ”AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!” was all Czin could screech before slamming it’s face down into ground. The hound reared its head, pulling back, actively swallowing metal, dirt and the concrete.

Pestilence was unintelligible to those it considered prey. It did not speak to it’s prey, it did not acknowledge it’s food had sentience. Whereas Czin could be reasoned with, Czin’s persona known as pestilence could not. It only ever talked to itself, speaking in screaming tongues to the other voices and personalities as it fought for control. “EAT HIM! EAAAAT HIIIM!” the Persona screamed between breaths through extra mouths, at it’s body before the worm gave a violent shudder. Czin felt its stomach up heave violently, vomiting the contents of its stomach at the demon host. Hell forged stomach acid burning through everything it touched and melting it as if it were wax to a flame. The Poison which filled the air reacted violently with the acid, turning the liquid a sickly yellow which thickened, growing sticky and into some organic cement which continued to melt away at the substances that it touched.



Deathrider888



ooc//: Totally not the same DX....sorry for the wait and for its...lackluster content x:

[Dame PhePhe]

Ｃ Ｈ Ａ Ｒ Ａ Ｃ Ｔ Ｅ Ｒ: Mograth, The Librarian & Archduke of Reason
Ｌ Ｏ Ｃ Ａ Ｔ Ｉ Ｏ Ｎ: Bethesda Fountain, Central Park, New York
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❝The Infernal Archives consumes ten thousand souls a day, I am it's master...The Librarian.❞

It was displeasing that such a simple course of action was taking so long. It merely impatience that ticked the demon off now, but in all honesty, how much more did he have to tip the scales in the human’s favor. The other demons were already summoned at around a third of their power, the minimum required power to manifest them physically, and to bring the shard over the divide. It was displeasing that they were posing such serious problems on the time table. The time table, had to be kept, it had to be maintained. Everything had to continue as planned, as knowledge and more knowledge compounded, more and more did this fact become aware to Mograth. So it was highly aggravating to him, when the other cultists had died in the summoning of their demon targets. Such was the foolish hubris of humans, to not check themselves in face of uncontrolled power. Always meddling with that which they did not understand, and never taking enough precautions.

The Librarian gave a snort, lifting a human sacrifice by the throat, absorbing the information necessary from the homeless woman, before throwing her into the ground below him, mangling the body like a rag doll. Such brutality was necessary to undo the seals of the ancient dae. The incessant singing of the 4 in one shard which floated next to him was indicative of that. The seal itself, Mograth found, was incredibly powerful even by supernatural standards; capable of binding even the demon gods with relative ease, and Cthon had one for each shard. The early demons, were a violent species, and complex in their characteristics. Brute force was their moniker, and the seal was no different. Mograth knew this, as one of the demons born before the first war… as one of the first demons, The Demon of Reason. After all the one to corrupt Lucifer into satan himself was no less than reason. It was this incalculable knowledge at his disposal that Mograth knew how to unravel the very seal they put on the shards so many thousands of years ago. He played the angle of the pursuit of knowledge. To know more, to understand more, the control more, after all knowledge was power, and he dabbled in the merchandizing of such knowledge. Who was he to limit the trade of information and knowledge, Who was he to say that knowledge was meant to be buried. The Pursuit of Knowledge and more Knowledge, the more he possessed the more power he attained. Though it was not power that he wanted, he just wanted simply to unravel the mysteries of the universe and beyond. In his aspirations there were things that the demons refused to share their knowledge, He, as the Archduke of Reason, had promptly ripped such information from them.

Still, on the whole basis of the time table he had set forth, certain things had to happen. What he wanted was simple, knowledge, and the Shards of vetis, that wonderful collection of dark magic, those voices of a million daemons screaming all at once in a dead language, offered him a path for such goals. To him, nothing deserved to be buried, and the means to bind the power of Cthon would be useful information, though even the archduke of reason would be hard pressed to say that the power was not a good bonus. A strange clicking emanated from the throat of the demon, warping the very fabric of reality ever so slightly; things were progressing far too slowly. Golden eyes flashed as the book within his grasp sang a sick song of ancient dae, and glow in a nauseous ultraviolet purple. Mograth peered to the north, a massive pulse of magical power causing his barrier to ripple like the surface of a pond. He would end Orobas now; ensure that his piece would come to him.

The building, though already collapsing under the destruction wrought by orobas was bathed that sick, vomit inducing purple light. Seemingly shining from everywhere, from every crevice in the ground, to the cracks in the walls, before the black fire of the Infernal Archives consumed the building en entirety. A column of black fire nearly 2 blocks wide reduced the library and Orobas the watcher to ash. Mograth himself shifted through the air, as if tired from using such extreme magic. Though the use of such power was warranted, to ensure the destruction of Orobas, to ensure that the shard was freed from it’s vessel. The twisted maniacal music which rang through air as a surge of power and white streak of careened through air was the first thing to tell him of success. If the demon had a face beneath that masked visage of his, it would’ve turned from a look of disappointment to one of coy satisfaction, and a second shard collided with the incoming one in mid air.

A spectacular display of light, though shielded from view by the barrier of Mograth. The Librarian held his 4 piece chunk out in the open, containing the resulting explosion of power as the two pieces collided into his own. “Knowledge that grants dominion” was the only response the demon muttered. So close to its goal, it could almost taste it, clasping the now 6 piece in his hand, the demon held it ready, as it began to suck the souls from the sacrifices. There was tingle which ran up the dark demon’s body, power and the songs of ancient dae greeted his senses in violence, as a white streak blasted across the land a few feet above the ground, punching through the buildings in it’s way. Behemoth had fallen, the rage inducing shard was on it’s way, and with a ravenous vengeance. Mograth had little time to react to the stealthy shard, as it punched through his barrier, and into the 6 pieces which were consuming their sacrifice.

The demon of reason didn’t respond to the pain that now coursed through it’s body, purple ichor pouring from the missing limb that use to be Mograth’s arm. As did such things happen, there weren’t enough sacrifices on hands to deal with the extra shard, so in equivalency, the 7th shard took his arm. There was, once again a strange clicking noise from the demon’s throat, reality once again beginning to warp ever so slightly at this provocation. The Purple ichor which fell upon the blood stained ground, immediately corrupted the earth, turning the stone into netherock and brimstone. The book in mograth’s hand glowed again with the nauseous purple, forcing the wound to close. In his current state he could not regenerate the wound, as he moved to prepare the sacrifices for the last piece. Caring more for completion of his collection, than his own well being, the ritual was almost complete, then it wouldn’t matter how much of his body remained. The knowledge gained would heal him ad infinitum.

ooc//: meeeeerrrrrpppp. sorry for the wait.



HyperElfie




Deathrider888

[Dame PhePhe]

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It was painful to reject Warden Shenlong, emotionally the decision had brought forth emotions that were presumed to be suppressed, she had spent nearly a third of her life scarred, and haunted by what happened that day. She had refused a great many men, ignored the urges that she still had within, vengeance and the ‘return’ of her honor fueled her. Kept her from descending into depression, kept her…ironically enough…sane. Though she acted normal on the surface, the wounds of a stolen life ran deeper and farther than many could imagine. How could she move on? Most would be cautious about what to utter to someone who survived an incident of similar scenario. The survivors guilt for Ootori was…torment and a hell all on it’s own. To have so many plans, so many possibilities literally slashed to oblivion before her very eyes, helpless to the machinations of the circumstances. How could she possibly forget, move on to other things? To say it was what her loved ones would’ve wanted –for her to move on-, did nothing to heal the scars upon her.

When did she get so close to warden Shenlong that his confession bit down deep? Yet, how could she not see this coming. Her code name, Tacit Ronin, was given to her after 5 years service, and it was symbolic of her in totality. Tacit, implied without stating and Ronin, Masterless samurai. Her demeanor was implied to have a past, and her wounds as akin to a samurai losing their lord; a slight on her honor. She was in merchant terms, damaged goods. Her cold hard ability to reject anyone and everyone meant that it wasn’t long before the japanese ice queen of Area 52 was known. For years, she had rejected, evaded, and ignored attempts at her affection. Largely because, as she felt she wasn’t worthy of such things, it was a hindrance on what kept her sane. So how could she fail to understand the blossoming feeling that began to take root, fail to see the path that Shenlong had take in regards to her? Her friends were few and far between, and unfortunately…their attraction spelled what Ootori considered to be a cursed fantasy, Doomed to fail. Yet even as she erected walls, his words and feelings made it all the harder to turn him down, as those very words and emotions slammed into those gates like battering rams. To reject the man who had been with her throughout these past ten years, a close friend with whom she thought she possessed a one-sided crush. Needless to say, it was…awkward.

Even as he pulled into such a warm and loving embrace. Oh he was so persistent, she knew this, but never did she think to consider it that his persistence would be something she would have to contend with. A shiver rolled up her spin, as her vision continued to return, everything blurry light. She wanted to put some distance between them. “Xia-Shenlong…” She started, already changing how she referred to him. Struggling to find the words to respond properly, as the confession had come out of left field for her. One moment she was fighting a powerful demon, the next she was being kissed by a man she had a serious attraction on. It was all a very confusing affair for her. She wasn’t slow, but changing gears in such a manner did not come quickly to the battle hardened widow. Fighting for so long, she had grown use to the solitude of her suffering. Yet she was aware that she would drag her close one down with her. “It’s not that I don’t like you...” Ootori managed to force out. Her face furrowed in her own words. Attempting to put on that on that ice queen façade she had used so many times, but it faltered. Still reeling from the confession, her face was flustered mixed with that hilariously forced look of indifference, and pain. To be true to her new feelings, was not something she was ready for, nor something she even considered.

Oh how part of her wanted continue in the embrace, to revel in his heat, to let him in, but she couldn’t, she wouldn’t. It wasn’t right to weigh him down. Even as he rested his forehead against her own, she could barely see him. “But I shan’t love you…” she whispered the words hesitantly, and almost inaudible to even Shenlong’s as if a part of her struggled to mean those words. She battled her emotions, a hodge podge of confusion. She needed time tot hink really, to process it all. Her own reasons told her to firmly reject him, but her heartstrings tugged at his words. A Iron box she had put her heart in so many years ago becoming dented as his words slammed upon it’s sides. “I…I’m not fit for this…I-I will not drag you down…” she managed as she brought shaky hands to his chest and hesitantly broke the warm embrace with him.

Keenly aware she was wearing his blazer, and of her attire, she desperately hoped for something to happen. Yet these prayers were unanswered, as her sense of ki hadn’t come back. Even as dark magic pulsed in the distant north. Even as she tried to shut him down in her mind she couldn’t help but not try to reject him. To continue her solitary crusade against the boogeymen of the paranormal world alone, but the words that came out of her mouth were not totally under her control. “j-just…let me think…” she said softly. It was better not to give any hope for consideration, and in the 10 years since the incident, she never gave anyone consideration to anyone. Only him, only this man, this dragon before her, which stealthily pierced her defenses so. Only Shenlong was the only one she couldn’t totally reject. She didn’t want to hurt him, even if he professed he was fine, she didn’t want to be the one to bring him any sort of pain. Yet, if she was to keep him from even further pain, she HAD to reject to keep their lives separate.


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It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll. ↻ I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul.

刃║ Ｔ.Ｈ.Ｏ.Ｕ.Ｇ.Ｈ.Ｔ.Ｓ ◁ ▌██
oooooh! don't do this to me Xi-Shenlong!!!!█

刃║ Ｗ.Ｉ.Ｔ.Ｈ ◁ ▌██
Shenlong█

Baron Bud Smoker

[Baron Bud Smoker]

▌│█║▌║▌║ тιanтι хιanғeng ѕнenlong ║▌║▌║█│▌

The Warden

Lu yao zhi ma li
(As distance tests a horse's strength)

Location: USS Maine Monument
Action: Trying to Weigh Anchor
Company: Ootori

Ri jiu jian ren xin
(So does time reveal one's true character)

Was this confession coming out of left field? Well, perhaps for Ootori it was, but for Shenlong, a part of him realized some time ago, that he had always been attracted to the Tacit Ronin. He recalled the throng of admirers that she had in Area 52, all vying to be worthy of her time and attention. Yet regardless of who it was that approached her, none could ever elicit more than a polite refusal. Over time, Shenlong became one of the few to interact with her in spite of this. He never really spoke much then, but...somehow he felt that he had a connection to her, that had no need for words. A connection that he felt they still shared. For instance, a smile, a glance, the tenderness of one's touch, sometimes they could express more than words ever could. And in this moment, he could tell that he was bringing as much pain to Ootori, as he was happiness. Those iron clad defenses that had always guarded her heart, were slowly giving way to his words and actions. Though the Warden was not so arrogant as to say that he understood the pain she felt; he knew that he wanted the chance. The chance to know what she felt in her heart of hearts, the chance to love her as she so deserved. Shenlong couldn't say that he would be able to make everything alright, but he'd give his damndest to try.

Yes, he had resolved himself, so he couldn't hesitate now. The world was going to be thrust into turmoil soon enough and one could never know if he'd ever have a second chance to do this. So now was the time, to lay his heart bare. If not, he'd forever regret it. For a moment, the silence that came was agonizing. It felt like an eternity, waiting for her response. When he finally heard her voice, he was...pained. It might have not been significant to someone else, but, when she changed how she referred to him, going from Xian, to, Shenlong....It felt...wrong. He loved when she called him Xian. It was something that only she did. It made him feel...special, to her. Calling him by his given name, the Warden could tell that Ootori was erecting another barrier between them. Trying to push him away so desperately, trying not to involve him in her affairs, to prevent him from being hurt on her account. But, despite that distance she tried to put between them, it would never change the fact that he'd always be right beside her in times of hardship. Nothing could pain him more, than seeing Ootori in pain and being able to do nothing to help. Yet it seemed to be happening right before his very eyes. There was hesitance in her voice, in her expression. From this hesitance, a part of him could tell, that in her mind, she thought it best to sever such sentiments before they blossomed into something more.

Though her actions, her words, they betrayed the truth of her feelings. That deep down, she wanted to revel in his embrace, just as much as he wanted to revel in hers. She said that it wasn't as if she didn't care for him...but she wouldn't allow herself to. The Warden knew that even as she tried to reject him, even as she wallowed in such emotional torment, she only thought of his well being. She didn't want to involve him, didn't want him to follow down the path that she would have to tread. Ootori most of all, did not want to drag him down with her. It might have been strange, but a slight smile graced his lips. Her trembling hands pushed him away, breaking the embrace he held her in. It never ceased to amaze him, her determination. She had been fighting for so long, crusading against the forces of darkness throughout her lonesome vigil. Was it wrong to have this desire to stand beside her? There were so many emotions flooding through him at this moment, it was hard to articulate the words that he wanted to speak to her.

"Ootori.. Losing you...That..."

Shenlong bit his lip, flashbacks of Sidonai's illusion came to mind.

"That is what I fear the most. You don't have to love me back. You don't have to accept my feelings if it pains you...just, please...let me stay beside you, so you aren't fighting all alone anymore. That's..that's..all that I ask."

Shen spoke his peace and as the Marshall fell silent for a moment, the Warden feared that she might have rejected him. If that were the case, it wouldn't change the desire he had to support her, but it'd be a lie to say that it wouldn't hurt him a little. The words that she spoke were soft, yet somehow, he could hear them clearly. Even as demonic energy fluctuated in the distance, as destruction ran rampant throughout the city, the whole of his attention was placed upon the woman before him. She was thinking about it! Was it childish of him, to become so elated? Still, he couldn't help it. Just the thought that he might even have a chance, made him feel like he was on cloud nine. Shenlong knew this might have been pushing it but...

"Care to....think it over dinner? It doesn't have to be right away or anything...but I'd love to spend time together....Just the two of us."

After the Warden went out on a limb to ask the Marshall out to dinner, he knew that it'd be wrong to prolong aiding their other comrades any longer. He was nervous to hear any sort of answer, worried that too much was happening too quickly. After all, it might have been easy to forget, but amidst this dreamlike scenario he was experiencing, they were still in the middle of a battlefield. Idling any longer might mean the loss of many innocent lives. Shenlong gave a soft sigh, before taking hold of Ootori's hand one last time.

"Whatever you decide, Ootori, I'll always be here for you, just as you were for me. That's one thing that won't ever change, in this ever changing world."

He gave her a smile, unsure if her vision had fully returned yet, but he still tried to give a reassuring smile all the same. Reluctantly, Shenlong let go of her hand and looked in the distance, his mind wandering toward what seemed to be the imminent conflict that would arise with the orchestrator of this scheme.



The Dark Pheonix

[Deathrider888]

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With every wriggling and writhe the ground shook causing Daniel to lose his balance once or twice before he dug his blade into the ground to keep his balance, the voices in the voice screamed murder, they screamed with enough force to give psychics headaches, always fun during investigations. The worm that was still throwing a tantrum and Daniel didn't like watching something like this copying him! Nevertheless, he had to find a way to kill or trap the worm. Trapping it might be possible since it seemed to be... Stupid and from what Daniel knew dumb things tend to get trapped or tricked, it's just a matter of knowing what you could use to bait the prey. "You cannot reason with the worm." Helrath spoke up and Daniel tilts his head, why not? It spoke earlier. Helrath must be lying, as always. "What do you mean I can't reason with this worm?" Daniel asked making sure to watch the worm. Who knows maybe the worm would try the trick twice. "It's hard to reason with you... Triple that kind of personality and increase the stupidity." Daniel felt that there was an insult somewhere in there but before he could, things turned for the worse.

The worm made a sound similar to something drowning and trying to get the air back into their tiny little lungs and then paused, breathing in whatever it is a worm like this could call oxygen. Daniel watched as it made another disgusting sound in its throat, the worm's body must be somewhere in the hole he dug himself into. Possibly a subway tunnel and the more he thought about this fight, he began vaguely remembering a movie involving alien worm in this very same city and If he remembered correctly an agent called the worm 'Jeff'. "Daniel... No! You will not blow him up from the inside." Daniel grinned at that thought; killing things from the inside is fun especially if it isn't happening to your own body. Though he wasn't a alien pretending to be a model so chances are he'd get melted by the acid inside the worm or crushed to death like a trash compactor. The sound of Czin's voice brought him from reality. "Can't a guy think about movies in peace here?!" He asked and growled at the worm as it screamed nonsense at him. "Where have you seen a red furred mouse you dumbass?" While it's possible that a rat that happens to be red furred exist. To Daniel's mind they probably don't. "Well I'm hungry but you don't see me throwing a tantrum like you!" The worm continued to act like a child enough that Daniel wanted to hit the worm. Some children don't like other children except in this case Daniel who thinks like a kid doesn't like other things acting like kids if that makes any sense.

"Ooooh why is he red?" The childish asked with the tone of excitement and awe, Daniel enhanced senses made him gag in disgust, the worm was turning scarlet like the shade of blood, green smoke oozed from the creatures body, he took a couple of steps backwards to create more distance between him and the worm. Why did bad things always have to be green? He watched the worm do whatever it is he wanted. He could kill this thing and go back to HQ satisfied, maybe a little sad since he wouldn't have anything more entertaining to kill. The worm gagged and made a disgusting sound before he vomited the contents of his stomach towards Daniel's direction, it was a bile heading right at Daniel. Dodging that bile would be easy but the splash effect is something to worry about, he stared at his surroundings and saw not much light thanks to this worm and it's weird body. Does a worm even have the necessary organ to vomit? Or do demon's really have a very different physiology? Thinking about it gave Daniel a headache so he rather focused on dodging this disgusting attack.

He needed some light source, why didn't he practice other ways to teleport? Shadow travelling might be cool but it is annoying in times like these, he sheathe his sword back into the cane and pointed his free palm at the bile hurling towards him but instead of intercepting it with a fireball, he summoned a large wall made from Hell-fire. It wasn't supposed to do much considering what Czin did to his fire earlier but he needed a light source and he just made himself one. The wall protected him from the vomit but fumes got through as the wall rose and they touched the skin of hands and wrist, he felt the burns and before he could get even more damaged he took a step back and he vanished from where he stood. Appearing on top of a building overlooking the park, the worm looked smaller from where he and that helped to give him some boost in his ego. This time he didn't waste time to get to work. He ripped the tattered sleeves of his coat and threw them to the ground, he placed his right palm against burned flesh, he felt bubbling of his flesh like it was boiling but instead of his hand turning red the wound had a sickly green colour to it. His healing factor helped ease and get rid of the damage but he'd hope to avoid getting any closer to this worm or it's fumes as much as possible.

He raised both hands ignoring the boiling sensation in them and watched sides of the building he stood on become engulfed in flames while making sure they were bright, flames on the ground moved like serpents and if anyone were there right now they might even see some spitting fire into the park. Shadows coiled and wrapped around Daniel's legs before he parted the flames in front of him to give him an arch, he pointed one hand and mumbled an order. Sharp blades made of shadows began to form and when they finished they thrust forward into Czin's body while flames streaked along the way to create space and more shadow blades. Daniel occasionally fought from a distance and right now, this was the most viable choice when fighting something big. He will not be caught again and he still needed a plan to defeat the worm one of which involved using up a large amount of his energy along with Helrath's to create even more hell-fire, let's just hope Rinku is fine with cleaning up this city when he's done.


>>Location<< Lower Manhattan, 324 Greenwich St, New York City
>>Seals<< All Seals Active
--Status-- 100% |- Alive -| Disgusted |-
--Stamina-- 90%
Voice_Claim:
Primary/Serious/Childish(?)
Seal 2&3 Released
Helrath
The Voices




The Dark Pheonix

Baron Bud Smoker

HyperElfie

FINLLY POSTED! SORRY IF IT SUCKS.

[Baron Bud Smoker]

Even though there was a myriad of unstable personalities, that composed the hellish entity named Czin, all of them were united by one singular force. Hunger. The pestilent one was taking the lead, as it always did when Czin's hunger reached its peak. Despite its hulking size, the worm moved with unnatural speed. Czin's fetid, corpulent body slithered painfully against the broken concrete and mangled rebar with each movement it made. But would that stop the beast from gorging itself upon a tasty meal? Even if that meal was Helrath? Never. As the behemoth regurgitated the caustic contents of its bowels upon the the host of Helrath, the worm was irritated to find that its prey was fighting back. That wasn't good. He should just be like all good food and let Czin eat him. The wall of flames had protected Daniel from the brunt of the toxic bile, but the fumes that were produced as a result, still managed to burn him. It made the beast even hungrier. With astounding speed, it moved, releasing putrid pus and miasma from its festering cysts and boils, as they scraped against the shattered earth beneath it. "FOOD! MUST! EAT! HELRATH!" said the infernal symphony, of voices that composed the worms speech. Just then, it violently threw its various mandibles against the concrete, swallowing whole anything that stood in the path of its meal.

Even Hellfires, painful as they felt, were no match for Czin's ravenous appetite. As pestilence incarnate, his own, innate corrosive nature, seemed to give him a natural resilience against the fires of hell. Yet, even after it had been burned by the flames, the worm did not feel the brief sensation of a human sliding down into his bowels, to be consumed by the bile within. After all, it never chewed, so the sensation of human flesh scraping against the flesh of its throat, was the only way the beast came to acknowledge that flesh had been consumed. It was very disappointing. While such a paltry meal could never satisfy Czin, it still disliked the fact that food had gotten away from it. The pestilent one, in its confusion, regressed back into a state of dormancy, as another personality came to the forefront. "I'm sorry, Helrath. I'm just hungry. Be a good friend." The giant worm seemed to be scanning the area, looking for the prey that it had lost track of. It was hard to see, but at the top of a building, the sparks of hell fire could be seen in the distance. "Be a good friend and...LET. ME. EAT. YOU. And just like, that, pestilence was back. A guttural roar echoed from the worm, shaking the city block, as the rest of its massive form emerged from the subway tunnels beneath the road. The already crumbling infrastructure of the city block, gave way completely as Czin's hulking body coiled and sprung upward with tremendous force.

Once again, the worm took that same, vile crimson color, the toxic fluids within its body gradually building up once more, as Czin prepared to take down its prey. When it was in a hunger induced frenzy, strategy and tactics were never the beasts strong point. Seeing the massive flames produced by the host of Helrath, the worm thought nothing of being burned, or feeling pain. It just wanted to eat. Never would it have guessed that this was simply a set up for a larger attack. The flames acted as a light source for Daniel's shadow techniques, a trick that Czin had failed to notice earlier as well, though this time, the application of this ability, was much more direct. As blades of shadow were formed from the light of hell fire, Czin made no attempts to dodge the attack. Rather, he rushed toward the blades, shadows piercing his rotting skin, as more toxic fumes were released from each wound that he sustained. Injuring Czin, was just as dangerous as letting him attack. The acid that seeped from his wounds, corroded what remained of the concrete around him, as he began to coil around the base of the building that Daniel had taken refuge on. The worm was not completely without intelligence. He knew that in order to feast upon this rather lively meal, he would have to reach him first. As a demonstration of his insatiable hunger, his body coiled around and decayed the building, and Czin began to greedily eat at the glass and reinforced steel, while the building was eroded by its caustic bodily fluids.

"HELRATH. LET. ME. EAT!" The beast cried out, complaining like a hungry child. The demons voice was somewhat garbled and unintelligible, as it tried speaking whilst it gorged itself upon the building. The shadow blades that dug into its body, pained Czin, but pain and discomfort were a constant in the life of the ravenous one. It would not stop him from enjoying his meal.

OOC: Sorry if its not the best...I'll edit if necessary!




Deathrider888

[Deathrider888]

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The Worm had its mental problems and Daniel had his. As he used more and more of his power, he began to hear the voices scream louder to the point of deafening him. Helrath screamed at him to focus but it didn't do much to silence them. They were there and Daniel wasn't happy. He should be grinning at his accomplishment at fooling the worm but he didn't he scowled and began planning his next moves, he intended to prove to this worm that it made the mistake of thinking he would be an easy prey. The Hunter will become the hunted as they say and that should have brought a sadistic smile in his face if the voices weren't annoying him. To him they were noises who couldn't just stay quiet and stay dead or stay as a figment of his twisted psyche considering he wasn't sure if they were dead people he had fed to his shadows or essence he had absorbed with his sword or his 'personalities'. Maybe he was having a bad day because his hands felt like they were on fire, this worm wouldn't die and worse of all it smelled bad! Daniel wanted just to complain but he needed to kill the worm first and the longer this battle went the more he would get tired. Don't get him wrong though because he has a lot of energy to use and even more energy to take from Helrath if he ever used them all up.

Though unleashing the seals one by one would be an extremely good tactic to use against Czin who wasn't noticing any changes, it just believed that he was Helrath or that Helrath was possessing him. The roof shook and he smelled that familiar fumes. The worm was eating the building and Daniel almost smiled at that. He stared at his burned hands and he scowled. They looked disgusting and the wound wasn't healing fast enough. "Need to get rid of this distraction..." He mumbled before he stretched his hand out and willed his shadow to turn into sharpened blades. The voices went silent along with his surroundings; he couldn't hear the crumbling building, the sound of the flames flickering and dancing or the sound of something similar to air slowly oozing out of a balloon except in this case the sound sounded disgusting and nothing like a funny fart. Had his senses numbed? There was one way to find out and it was going to be painful if he was wrong. When was the last time he did this anyway? He couldn't remember and he didn't dwell too much on it. The shadow pierced his palm and his eye and sides of his cheeks twitched from the pain but he didn't stopped because he made the shadow continue its gruesome 'field surgery' as fast as possible, Helrath was definitely enjoying the sight because he made sure everything slowed down for Daniel's mind. In real world the shadow worked fast but for Daniel they worked slowly, what would have been a quick one maybe two minutes became ten. However, Daniel didn't look away, he watched and made sure he properly extracted the poison which he did by digging right into his own wound. Talk about adding insult to injury... He suffered through the pain until he had a huge hole in his palm but toxic burns were gone, he willed another shadow to wrap itself around his more or less healed hand like a glove but his work wasn't done. He still had his right hand to work with. But this time he knew where to 'cut and clean' so he transformed the shadow into what would count as an ice-cream scoop from hell because of the sharpness and the spikes prodding from it, sometimes he really loved his imagination.

With both hands cleared of any traces of that, green ooze and his hands shadow gloved. All he had to do was avoid getting in contact with any green fumes at all cost and Czin all together but he and Czin at least has some distance but he was beginning to notice the roof of the building rotting slowly but surely. He had to do get away fast even if running away wasn't fun it nevertheless was the best way he could do to survive and kill the worm. He created a circle of shadow around his feet but he made even more hellfire this time inside the building itself making the flames outside that was burning Czin bigger but the flames wouldn't kill Czin at least he didn't think so. He was relieved to know that his shadows were still inside Czin and he grinned just as he vanished from the roof and reappeared into another roof but this time in a much smaller building. The tips of the shadows that successfully impaled Czin twisted into a hook digging into whatever flesh was inside Czin to make sure it was trapped. Daniel stood from where he was and stared at the disgusting creature as it wrapped itself around the building like a leach. It didn't see it's fatal mistake because Daniel stared at its own shadow.

Daniel stared at the shadow the worm casts and the size told him it was going to take a lot out of him but he wasn't ready to open another seal not when it was too early. "Do not be a fool." Helrath said but Daniel wasn't going to let Helrath think he was much more powerful than him. Summoning forth flames from the depths of hell to create a much bigger shadow but mostly for cover and to keep the worm in pain, if he was lucky Czin wouldn't know that he has already moved from one roof to another. Once Daniel was satisfied with the flames and the size of Czin's shadow, he pointed his shadow-covered hands right at Czin's own shadow. He had a sinking feeling that this wasn't the entirety of Czin's body there had to be more within the hole but he had to focus on the one above ground right now. The one eating the building like it was a popsicle. The shadow rose and arched it's 'body' to create half a shell but he wasn't done. Daniel began to form long sharp spikes inside it like the famed iron maiden. Satisfied with his work, he suddenly closed both his palm into a fist like he was crushing something but he might as well have because Czin's shadow rose up quickly like the shadow blade's and covered Czin up like an exact replica of someone who had the misfortune of being thrown inside an iron maiden... Daniel's vision blurred and black blood dripped from his nose. He summoned a shadow portal just at his side pulling his cane out from its 'storage' and leaning against it to keep himself from falling. Daniel stared at his shoes and pants, it seems the fumes did manage to burn off more of his clothes but thankfully, he managed to avoid the fumes enough that his ankles or feet were safe from harm. He stared back at the worm looking at his handiwork to think that he would use up this much power in the first few minutes... He had to thank Ootori for this as long as Shen wouldn't might him getting all friendly with the Lord Marshall not like he was planning on sharing cooties with her.

Despite all this Daniel isn't going to let his guard down, he stared at the 'cage' he had made, either green smoke or red smoke or whatever blood that damned worm oozed or Daniel makes sure he summons even more blades to impale the worm some more. If Daniel could survive the greatest and bloodiest injury, a worm that farted green fumes that also burned flesh him is bound to have more tricks up its metaphorical sleeves or he was wrong and he was overestimating the demon worm's capability. Either way, Daniel was going to make sure the worm stayed dead or left this place with its wormy tail behind it to go warn other demons not to mess with Helrath's host. Daniel would watch and escape if the worm moved. He had all the cards, he knew this city and he was surprisingly smarter than the worm if not a bit too arrogant... Helrath must be rubbing off on him.


>>Location<< Lower Manhattan, 324 Greenwich St, New York City
>>Seals<< Two Seals Active
--Status-- 80% |- Damaged -| Disgusted |- Cautious -| Weakened |-
--Stamina-- 30%
Voice_Claim:
Primary/Serious/Childish(?)
Seal 2&3 Released
Helrath
The Voices




The Dark Pheonix

Baron Bud Smoker

HyperElfie

The Worm
Czin

[TehKouga]

x [Vivian V. Valentine]

xxxxxxALIAS:V3
xxxxxxORGANIZATION:B.P.R.D.
xxxxxxCLEARANCE:LEVEL 8
xxxxxxPOSITION:HEAD ANALYST
xxxxxxLOCATION:RAPIDLY APPROACHING HEADQUARTERS
xxxxxxWITH:N/A

-Systems: Online-
[24% Capacity]
Processes Running
BRPD_Uplink.exe
Tunes.exe

"Can't stay at home, can't stay at school
Old folks say, ya poor little fool
Down the street I'm the girl next door
I'm the fox you've been waiting for!"


The pumping sounds of The Runaways' "Cherry Bomb" announced the return of BPRD's computer specialist before she arrived back at the Bureau's Headquarters. The punk-rock skater approached the outer gates, her repulsor boots leaving a light smoke trail behind her as she blasted her way up the monitored driveway that lead up to the building. The music pumped from the speakers in her helmet, which glowed with EL lightning from the top of her helmet all the way down her track suit along her arms and legs, making her look like something out of TRON. As she got within the building's scan range, a window popped up on her helmet's HUD.


ALERT!


V3 waved the notice aside; she hadn't even gotten inside yet, she couldn't do much right at the moment. Her Artifact System was running low on power, she had pushed it pretty hard on the return trip. It could wait until she got to her office. She called out to the base's ID Recognition system, which scanned for ID cards, retinal or other methods of identifying their employees. Somewhere inside the building, a window popped up in the Security room.


MOTION DETECTED..
SIGNAL IDENTIFIED...
PASSKEY: ************
AUTHENTICATED
SUBJECT: VERITAS "V3"
CLEARANCE: LEVEL [8]
HEAD ANALYST


The security guard leaned over the console, reading the information that scrolled out on the screen. It certainly looked like the Analyst, but you could never be too careful. He was about to press a key when a second window popped up.


NETWORK UPLINK DETECTED..
UPLINK.. ACTIVATED


And then suddenly the speaker in the Security room crackled with the sound of The Runaways.


"Hello world I'm your wild girl
I'm your ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-cherry bomb
ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-cherry boooomb!"


The security guard chuckled and keyed the speaker, "Welcome back, Veritas. Enjoy your shore leave?" The music quieted down, enough for her voice to come shouting back over the speaker, "Salut! Heey, Arnold is that you? I thought Rodriguez had you in the dog house, cleaning out bathroom stalls." Her tone was friendly and bubbly and wrapped in playful sarcasm. The guard came back, "That was your suggestion. He just chewed me out. And that whole thing with the dog was partially your fault, you know."

"What was that? Sorry, you're breaking up. I'll catch up with your later, Arnoldo. Can you hit the gate for me?" And the connection cut out. He wasn't breaking up, of course. V3's connections didn't break up, she was just teasing him. As she approached, the gates to the facility opened up, and she skated on by. Another ALERT! popped up, and again she closed the notification. By the time she got to the front doors of the building, she had slowed to a manageable speed, unbuckling her helmet and slinging it over her back along with her travel pack. She slid through the doors, her boots propelling her along at a fast walking pace. She waved or nodded at a few Agents she passed on her way in, weaving and gliding her way past the employees that populated the halls. As she navigated the first floor, making her way across the lobby, she pulled her goggles out of her backpack and slipped them on, pulling the lens down over her eyes and plugging the device into a small port drilled into her temple. Just one of a dozen different ports on her body, each for a different device or interface. Her ability to read, manipulate and interface with electrical signals meant that the technology wasn't even that advanced; there was literally a standard USB 3.0 port implanted into her wrist, and her programming and abilities did the rest. The goggles powered up as she skated, backwards, past a Field Agent carrying a box of files to the Archives department. She pivoted, rotating while maintaining her forward momentum, while on one side of her vision, her goggles compiled lists of her unread messages, calendar notifications, and other streaming data.

She made her way to one of the building's many lifts, and the doors opened before she arrived. She slid inside, coasting to a stop as the number "2" lit up automatically. With her BPRD Uplink, she had a wireless connection to all of the functions and networks up to the clearance level. So if her security clearance can open it, she can basically open doors with her mind. The lift rose up two floors and opened up again. While most of Information Control was on the 3rd floor, she asked for an office on the 2nd floor. Here, among the data servers and super computers, she felt at home. She could have been stationed in Operations down below, but she didn't like being underground. Rooms without windows made her.. uncomfortable. The door opened and she pressed off the back of the lift with one hand, sending her gliding down the hallway. She passed a server tech who was reading a data manual with one hand, and holding a donut in the other. As she passed she plucked the donut from his hand, "Merci!" And darted into her office before he realized what happened.

Once inside, she shut off her boots and unslung her backpack, setting it and her helmet on a hook next to the door. The lights flickered on and her computers started up. And among the hum and whirring of computers booting up, she heard...


Beep. Beep. Beep.


She looked over, and saw something sitting on her desk. It was her pager. The pager that Agents and department heads kept on them at all times in the event of an Agent Deployment or field emergency. She had left it here by mistake, before leaving for her personal vacation time. "Oh, merde!" She reached over and silenced it, bringing up the Alert that had been flashing in her goggles.


!CRITICAL ALERT!
DEMON SUMMONING DETECTED IN NEW YORK
AGENTS HAVE BEEN DISPATCHED


V3 lifted up her goggles and ran over to her desk. As soon as she stood in front of it, the monitors - all eight of them - flickered to life. Instead of a keyboard there was a metal panel on the desk. She pressed her hands down on them, interfacing directly to the server. It took a matter of seconds to input her security clearances and pull up the Mission file.


AGENT CONDITIONS:
MARSHAL SASEGAWA: [ACTIVE]
OVERSEER BRIGHTSIDE: [ACTIVE]
WARDEN SHENLONG: [ACTIVE]
AGENT DANTE CHRISTIAN: [CONNECTION LOST: STATUS UNKNOWN]
AGENT OROBAS: [K.I.A.]


V3 brought up her direct uplink to the Oracle system. While Oracle monitored the entire BPRD, V3 preferred to have a secure & direct communication line to the Oracle. The connection was wireless, a direct link from Veritas' consciousness to an interface with the Oracle. She couldn't actually access the Oracle's system through the connection, but it ran through a relay that let them communicate instantly. The words would appear either as a voice in the other's head (or in Rinku's case, her.. hard drive?) or it could flicker into sight as a written message. While V3 tried to hide her intense fascination with Rinku and the Oracle system, she had to admit, it was like text messaging God.


Oracle. I just got back to HQ - found my beeper. Guess I shouldn't have turned my phone off while I was away.. I'm ready for orders. Can I get a sit-rep?


She walked as she talked, running back out of the room and headed back to the lift. She had to get down to Operations, down to Mission Control. Her office might be here, but her Command Center was down in the war room.

[Dame PhePhe]

“NO!” Czin screamed, though it was not to its prey, it was Pestilence screaming at the other personalities, as one had tried to wrench control from it. “MOUSE IS MINE! MIIINE! MIIIIIINNEEE!!!!” the worm screamed as it reeled back, its head and part of its body literally hanging off of the rapidly decaying building. Slamming it’s skull against the building, making it judder violently. The various hands and arms which decorated the visage of the pestilent worm reached and grabbed violently at it’s maw, clawing away at the cystic flesh and grabbing the teeth, forcing them to painfully turn. Rearranging its mouth, into nearly three rows of rotating teeth formed within its maw. Blood poured in excess from its maw, acidic and poisonous it dribbled from its open jaws onto its own body into the building, eating away at the building and its body. With Pestilence back in full control, it’s Aura of decay quickly counteracted the hellfire which burst forth from within the building and around it; the Hellfire quickly turning into a sea of brown energy before decaying out of existence. Czin gave another scream as it plunged head first, maw wide open, into the burning, rotting building burrowing through the structure as if it were the ground, coiling even more around it. Tightening its grip around the building’s core in order to force the building to collapse, the structure gave a groan, cracking echoing throughout the area, steel bending, concrete straining, water lines bursting into massive fountains before exploding in stress as the building finally gave way to it’s attacker, falling like sad titan brought low. Yet Czin was consumed in gluttonous zeal, fueled by its hunger, Czin no longer bore any semblance of intellect. Though its actions spoke otherwise perhaps; though such intellect was hard to be seen as it virtually inhaled debris from the building it had burrowed through.

Letting loose another screech, as the building collapsed into the rubble, the worm didn’t notice that it’s persistent prey had escape from the building before it collapsed, and didn’t bother trying to find where the mouse had gone before slamming face first into the dust and debris of the building to eat it. Pestilence wasn’t one to burden itself with sensing its prey, action first, eat first, satisfaction first that’s all it was. Though pestilence would learn soon enough that its prey had avoided its jaws once again, as it suddenly froze. Blades of shadow piercing it’s innards. It struggled to move and in fury, gluttonous, ravenous rage, the pestilence of Czin let loose a scream so bloodcurdling violent, it turned the water itself into a thick brown mud-like poisonous blood. Shadows couldn’t not decay, they couldn’t be eaten, digested, or anything of the sort. There was only one way to deal with the shadows which pierced from within. Pestilence flailed in its pool of brown rotting blood, forcing metal from its exterior to pierce into its stomach where poisonous gases and fumes reacted violently. The earth shook as the visible portion of czin stiffened slightly, before swelling up nearly 4 times its girth, letting loose a burst violent white fire, acidic blood, chunks of building, various other harmful poisons and shribbons of shadow against another building forcing that one to collapse from the sheer force of the impact.

The Pestilence of Czin coiled itself, the toll of its violent solution to an internal problem, weakening it though by how much remained to be seen. Pestilence of Czin shuddered slightly, as it took a breath, then another, and another, forced to refill it’s reserve of air, massive gulps of air filling it’s gullet, before it noticed the next attack. Black shadows which surrounded it, elicited on a low rumbling growl from the worm, as it reared it’s head back eyesight from various eyes focusing on the shadows which moved underneath it, The fire which burst around Czin, began to decay almost immediately, the Aura of decay making it turn brown before snuffing itself out. Though that shadows appeared elicited a another, though louder, growl from the demon of pestilence and decay.

Pestilence of Czin gave a shudder, before its skin began to turn ashen white, its maw beginning to split open in even more deformed and twisted ways. The demon peered to where it had finally acknowledge the smell of the mouse, facing it’s wicked maw of poisonous drool, acidic blood, and at the building the various arms and limbs which decorated it’s visage extending and shaking. A swirling vortex of colorful decaying energy, it’s aura of decay concentrated, formed within it’s open maw of rotating teeth, and consumed everything in front of it, leveling nearly a half mile cityscape into rubble and barren land, just as the shadows slammed down upon it, stabbing through the ravenous demon lord of pestilence. The Shadowy cage slammed upon the ground, but did nothing to stop the rest of Czin’s body, as an unharmed section of its body emerged from the ground, up heaving the earth, and unceremoniously rolled across where the persistent mouse had been. The Ashen white body section littered in teeth, metal, limbs and mouths as it ate everything it touched, even as there was a powerful pulse of dark magic to north. Though trying to eat the mouse was growing on the already empty reserves of the persona's patience. It would be easier to return to hell and eat there. though pestilence would not hear it.



Deathrider"888"

Baron Bud Smoker

HyperElfie



ooc//: Once again, i apologize for the almost debilitating wait DX