Sigil: T.C.o.D - [Walk-In][Modern Fantasy: Cycle 32][O/A]

[Mr Shinjiko]

Darkest Silver

Location: Ladies Ward - Drug Den Interior



[******** you, I ain't no rat!"

The boss of the local area's drug trade reared his head back, a sadistic smile and look spreading across his face. And then he would smash his face forward into the spikes. And all he could do was laugh, a laugh that was gurgling with the sound of blood filling his mouth and throat. His eyes never once left Joe Lee's presence, staring her down with wide eyes full of crazy.

"I... ain't... a... ra..."

And the man would fall victim to his own death, a suicide aided by the arts wielded by Joe Lee. While the blood began to pour from his body he would remain with dead eyes fixated upon that woman, still as wide as when he was still breathing. The bags eventually slipped from his grasp of death, falling to the floor. Now she was left with two dead, one broken in two places and one knocked out.

In the bags was money and drugs. In the money was a roughly folded piece of paper that indicated a drop off point elsewhere in the Ladies ward. It wasn't far but it was closer to the center than where they currently where. Was this where this boss's boss would be? Or was the money for something else entirely? Or would Joe Lee forgo this lead to head elsewhere with the information she had already gotten from Shinjiko? Decisions decisions, none where easy to make in the least.

[Darkest Silver]

Ladies Ward - Drug Den

Joe Lee would stare at the man who had killed himself in front of her, maybe he did have a bit of loyalty in him after all. Not a rat... The words meant nothing to her, he was filth. After killing his own man death was the only real option, although she had to wonder what what kind of boss he had that would instil such... Terror. Only one way to find out, find the big fish and make the same offer.

With a heavy sigh Jo would snatch the bags off the ground, the rocks crumbling away to nothing as they fell from the dead man's arms. "First day on the job and this s**t happens, better be salvageable."

Was all she could say as she rummaged through the bags to find the note, opening it to find the drop off point.... Was it another small time den or was it the big man's place? The woman was a little frustrated and could only hope that where ever it was there was a chance to redeem herself. Two dead, two alive. Not good enough...

Taking the bags down stairs she looked at the poor broken fool before taking the bags to the kitchen, finding the tablet which was stashed behind a stack of old pizza boxes she would begin to flick through the orders. Nothing in them said she couldn't follow up on the new information, although first she needed to sort out the two men who had survived.

Moving back she would hit a tracker on her belt, it was no larger than your average shirt button and had something inscribed on it in a language she didn't understand. But it would attract her companion and allow for her to transport the men to a local medical centre.

Leaving the unconscious man on the floor Joe would kneel by the one who seemed a little more likely to wake up.

"You have no idea how lucky you are. I'm going to help you... Please don't be an idiot and kill yourself, enough people have died already today."

Whether or not he heard the words she would head back up stairs to write down a contact number and an address on the paper, next to it was the word safety. This she would fold u and slip into his pant pocket on her way back down, the same went for the other she had taken out first, but on his she apologised for his comrade's death.

After this she would zip u the bags and depart, slinging them over her well built shoulders while leaving through the back door she had come in. The paper with the address of her destination in hand....

Mr Shinjiko

[count_zantara]

Darkest Silver

Outlaw D

Fierach

Peccaminous Peregrine

Akako Akari

Deus Ex Aizen

Mr Shinjiko

Tonro the Not-So Bronze Dragon



--Market Ward?--

"I'm sure you will darling. Stay out of trouble."

He called out to his daughter as he turned away and headed down to a small coffee shop on the corner. Taking a glance at the 'No Shoes, No Service' sign on the door, he ignored it and opened the door, humming to himself while getting in line. Ordering himself a Tiramisu Latte, a Hot Chocolate for Divina and Caramel Flan Latte, all three of them the largest that were offered, He stood there for a few moments before getting a trio of salted caramel cake pops, a ham and swiss Panini and a trio of cheese Danish.

Getting a carrying tray for the drinks, Tonro pulled out a pair of really huge valley girl shades from his jacket pocket and placed them over his eyes, musing up his hair just right in the glass of the display case. Swipping his debit card, the Bronze took a sip of his Tiramisu Latte before putting all three in the carry tray and taking that in his left hand and the bag of goodies in his right, he headed out the door leaving behind his receipt. Taking a right to follow behind the direction that Divina had flewn in, Tonro hummed "Dream a Little Dream of Me' that he'd heard while inside taking a stroll down the empty sidewalks until he turned another corner and saw James and Xantia fighting in the middle of the street.

Walking out into the crosswalk in his typical slouch, he stopped a hundred yards away watching the two before looking up to find out which building Divina had found for her perch.

[Fierach]

"What is the joy of life?" floated over the question, although like its predecessor, it wasn't directed at Xartia either.

Undoubtedly the Magnus had many, many more nasty tricks up his sleeve, but James was confident he could handle them. So he indulged Xartia, lunging forward to cross steel again.

James reached out and parried Xartia's slash low with his left hand, stopping it just under and left of his ribs thanks to his reinforced glove. This placed the other man within easy reach for a counterstroke, as the Slayer's aura of blood-thirst flared, noticeable even through his sword's muting effect, as he drew back his sword for an easy counterthrust into the Pendragon's chest.

Or he would've, were he not keeping an eye out for the Magnus's tricks. The other man relied very heavily on those orbs of his, and there were many of them out and active. James intended to draw his use of them out. Besides, Xartia couldn't take the risk of whether the daemonslayer was actually bluffing or not, could he?

[Red the Ambivalent]

New life.....⋘⋘⋘⋘⋘⋘⋘⋘⋘⋘⋘

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| Sigil Streets; Not sure what Ward (And probably way behind)|



Diagnostics~ Health: 100% / Energy: 100% / Status: N/A / Arrows in quiver: 15;15 / Target: N;A / Currently: N;A

It had been a rather empty void, sleeping on the moving bus due to nothing more then simply mental exhaustion. There was no dream, there was no light at the end of the tunnel, and there was no reprieve to her exhaustion. A voice penetrated the darkness, causing the blonde to squint against the light that filtered through the windows. Blinking to banish the sleep from her eyes, she pushed herself up from the slouched position against the window and stretched, rolling her shoulders and letting a yawn escape. After regaining her bearings, Red glanced over to Thomas who had mentioned something about Raven, and how she was going to have to get out and walk back to the mansion.

"Uh-...Yeah. Sure, call if you need anything I guess."

Her voice trailed off there near the end as she turned towards the unconscious Zeonis and Soren, the boys guard. Running and hand through her hair, the woman sighed deeply and then waved Soren to follow as the psion turned towards the front of the bus. She was mumbling something about walking in an annoyed tone, but otherwise didn't protest as the bus came to a stop and the doors slid open.

Stepping out of the bus, Red would wait for the other two to follow before crossing her arms below her chest.

"It'll be quite a walk back to the mansion, think you should wake up Zeo?"

She'd ask, wondering how long exactly she herself had been asleep. On the bright side though, she felt much better then before. She wasn't so achey, her brain didn't feel like it was wading through a swamp, and she was far enough away from the song dragon that her sanity had returned. Although she felt fine, it was obvious by looking at her that the woman was tired. Bags under her eyes, her posture wasn't so pristine as it usually was, and not to mention she was rather irritable.

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Zeonis Mieriba

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[Mr Shinjiko]

Darkest Silver

Location: Ladies Ward


The address itself led to what most would consider to be a whore house. A brothel to the elegant. Even in the Ladies Ward there were many with their vices, no matter how they happened. It was a two story building, elegant and gothic in it's own right. The entrances were guarded but not to the point that entry wasn't available. There were civilians located within, some of which were getting extra services.

If entered from the front there would be a set of double doors manned by security, security only there should something be amiss. Inside there was an open floor, circular tables dotted the floor with a beautiful bar located off to the left of the entrance against the left wall. There were two sets of stairs that curved up towards the second floor balcony where there were lines of doors and hallways to more doors.

Entering from the back door was not possible, that of course was simply due to the fact that the guard back there wouldn't allow it. It was employee only and Joe Lee was an unknown. Perhaps there was information in the bag, a nickname or something. Even dropping the idea that she had a drop off for someone who wouldn't be happy may be enough, but once more that was never a concrete idea.

The people inside, aside from the half naked women and the rich folk that had them cater to their desire, were mingling among the wealthy. Picking them out from the crowd would be difficult, if they were even within the majority of people. Maybe that piece of paper could help, possibly with some code on it that she hadn't seen yet. Even then, the outcome may be far from the desired.

[stillnohero]

The Cambion's initial slash became halted rather abruptly. Without much thought as to what would come next, he would continue acting in his enraged state, without hesitation unlike the Slayer's bluff. Bluff or not, his act wouldn't have changed, for a stab to the chest wasn't enough to fell him regardless.

Wail of The Banshee

The user emits a terrible blood curdling scream that shakes those in range to the core. It will not only render any target in range (40ft of caster) Deaf, it will also add an additional 50lbs of imagined “weight“ to their bodies. The added weight, and deafness, last for two rounds. This ability costs 4 MP. (Amplified x2: 80ft range, 100lbs of imagined weight, effects persist for four rounds. No additional cost to MP*)

At a closer range than before, the Cambion reused an ability already exposed to James, however, this time it didn't come from his own fanged maw, the unbearable wailing would emit from the blade of his sword itself, effectively doubling it's potency. The goldenrod veins of the blade glowed ominously, the many demonic essences trapped within the blade shrieked in unison, blasting out in a terrible awe that would again not only shake James to the core, but any within reach of it's prowess. Simultaneously, one of his Materia would zoom off from the group of five orbiting the Cambion, surpassing James to hover about level with his shoulder blades roughly five feet behind the man; He also pulled back to recover his own blade as he lifted his left leg from the ground, bending it at the knee and tucking it, only to aim a snap kick to the stomach region of James by the end of the terrible wailing.

MP: 25 (-4)
Materia: 5

Fierach

[Fierach]

These sonic attacks were starting to, well, were already grating on his nerves. James took a step back, gritting his teeth and holding himself together in the face of such a violent attack through his sheer force of will. His body felt even heavier then ever, and he could feel the other materia getting close to him behind him.

But no matter how dire the situation might've seemed, the daemonslayer was renown for his ability to keep his concentration, his focus. Nothing truly rattled him.Through the deathly wail, he managed to ground out one phrase through his teeth.

"To die, knowing thy task is done"

All he had to do was hold his sword steady and true.

As Xartia lashed out to kick him, James held the Rending Blade level and ran it through the sole of would-be offending foot, replacing the bone of the Pendragon's lower leg with enchanted steel. With the completion of the litany, the sword's cutting power increased dramatically as it channeled the daemonslayer's very soul through it. If Xartia wasn't screaming in agony at this point, he might see the intensified glow of the Rending Blade through the flesh of his leg.

[stillnohero]

"SCHKREEYAHHH!!!"

He shrieked terribly as the piercing, burning pain of a blade through the foot and into the leg was felt. Without much thought, the Materia now just behind James would illuminate, burning a feverish white prior to detonating like the one between his legs before. But this time with less warning and more oomph.

Aether Bomb | Level Three

Bombs are equivalent to three grenades, with a heavy splash effect range (20ft). Causes fourth degree burns. Localized paralysis with immense burning/stabbing sensations. Causes destruction/penetration of heavy armors* and things of similar or lesser durability through direct contact.(Cost 3 Points + 1 Materia)

Considering it's state prior to exploding, it could have went around or through James without hindering the orb or James himself, and at about shoulder blade height behind him, it would erupt with considerable force, a wave of liquid Aether that would put nasty work on James, to Xartia's knowledge only excluding the gloved portion of each arm, and the blade of the sword. However, only the blade was depicted as special, and dependent on the composition of the hand guard and handle, what ever wasn't covered by the gloved hand would be destroyed considerably.

No doubt if James took this level of damage and survived it, he was going to be one ugly ********.

MP: 21 (-3)
Materia: 5 (-1)

Fierach

[Fierach]

James was going to try and wrench the Rending Blade out of Xartia's leg.

He was going to, at least until the sun shone behind him, and the force of Xartia's magic bomb propelled him forward. For better or worse, this almost helped him rip his sword out of the Magnus anyway in the moments before he lost his grip on it. Either way, it was doubtful that that leg was salvageable, at least for the rest of the fight.

The daemonslayer found himself thrown past Xartia, skidding roughly across the snow-covered ground. With a groan, he began picking himself up. His chest was scrapped and bloody, but it didn't compare to the scene on his back, which resembled that of a battlefield.

Bruises were already showing, blood trickling freely down scorched lines. A thousand knives felt like they were digging into him, and the carnage extended to his shoulders, and to the upper portions of his back legs and arms.

Had it been any other man, the Aether bomb would've probably obliterated him. But he was not any other man. He was James Eredas, Scion of Flame, the Demon Phoenix Fist. Master Knight of the Order of Force Majuere and Sacrifice-Champion of the Eredas Clan. While Xartia used his magicks freely during the battle, with the exception of the dash, and spark impressed onto his shades, he hadn't, letting his aura collect and build within him, strengthen him.

That energy was the only reason James could recover as fast as he did now, pushing himself upright to look back at Xartia, his left hand clutching his right side. The Pendragon was not the only one with powers here. The spiritual energy that flowed through James's veins and was infused into his body was the hallmark of many a martial artist in the past, present, and future. Without the suppressing influence of the Rending Blade nearby in his hands, his opponent would start to visibly see it, James's killing intent and concentrated aura manifesting as bloody flames, the "sacred" flames of the Eredas clan spread across and covered his form.

While he looked physically crippled, James could still sense that Xartia still had much magical reserve left. On the other hand, the slayer, with his clothing torn to shreds, and even his favored gloves heavily damaged, looked like he been through a napalmed warzone.

Yet James was now more far dangerous then before. Hungry eyes burned through Xartia, and a permanent snarl of pain and fury seemed affixed on his lips.

[stillnohero]

As the blast force threw James to and past Xartia, he easily went back and down with his trajectory, still hiss growling as he grit his fanged teeth in protest to affording any more pained screams. With James busy and no longer hosting his blade, the Cambion abused that gemstone pommel on his own blade to continue acting fast. It rebuked negative effects on his mind, allowing absolute concentration through practically any situation, even if s**t still hurt. A Metaphysical hand would grasp the blades handle and rip it from his leg the way it had entered, continuing it's movement by hurling it away from the two fighters. Xartia then rolled, forcing himself to his right foot and left knee, despite his left leg being ******** rather thoroughly. Those four floating materia would shrink their orbit into the Cambion, effectively absorbing them to add quick energy to his pool. Each orb would donate less than a full charge to him, though it was a necessary feat.

Glarring across the way at James, his mind forcused on pushing the majority of that gained energy into his leg. In the time it took James to stand up, The Cambion's bleeding would have stopped completely, the heal of his foot through the shin/calf region of his leg would be distributed with healing prowess evenly spread. It wasn't perfect as it was before the match began, but it was good enough for him to continue use of. The down side was that he wouldn't be able to heal more damage for a short while, meaning that it was time to switch up his skill set for something that would either bring James apart faster, or reduce his cooldown times, or both. Yes. The Cambion did rely heavily on those Materia orbs, but James was sorely mistaken if he thought that Xartia needed them to contend with anyone. It was simply a faster method of casting spells when one already had manifested energy floating about him in abundance.

"It will feel so good when I devour you."

He remarked as he rose to his own feet. His split boot sole was a bit uncomfortable, but manageable over all. The Cambion would place his right into the lead once more, assuming en garde stance as he became more weary of the slayer from that last attack. He was still angry, still enraged, though it didn't leave him in as blind a fury as when he was initially knocked across his beautiful face. Despite the healing to his leg, it would be noticed that his face was just as swollen and bruised as it was a moment ago. He would deal with it afterwards. His words he knew would still fall on deaf ears, in which he was surprised that the closer range with the more intense wailing hadn't actually incapacitated him or burst his ear drums to smithereens! Xartia needed to begin ending this fight sooner rather than later. Otherwise, he would likely have to resort to fleeing, regardless of how much worse looking James was compared to himself.

"Or maybe I'll save you for her to enjoy."

MP: 18 (+1) (-3) (+12) (-10)
Materia: 4 (-4)
Cooldown Remaining: Mitokinesis (5)

Fierach

[Fierach]

Xartia's last line did not fall on deaf ears.

Unlatching the bound tome at his side, James felt for, and ripped a single page out of it. Letting blood from his left arm drip onto the page, James then burned it, combining the two regents of his flame and his blood to unlock and invoke the arcane spell bound to the page. The page broke into streams of green light, washing over James, and removing the ill effects of Xartia's Wail.

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Daemonslayer's Tome

James usually carries around a journal on his person. This journal contains records, secrets, truths, falsehoods, fables, and thoughts on a wide variety of things, ranging from the mundane, James's life, to the extraordinary, the powers and weaknesses of powerful monsters, and everything in between, like recorded rumors of artifacts, the true names of more powerful daemons, and such. In addition, the Tome also holds a wide of variety of powerful and arcane spells that spells that a champion can invoke, usually only once each. The Daemonslayer's Tome is intended for the Library his clan keeps, as a recording of the life of an Eredas Champion, as well as material to draw upon when studying monstrous foes to better prepare generations of future Eredas clan warriors and Champions. Should the Tome fall into the wrong hands, the knowledge within can bring great devastation and ruin.

Purification:
A spell given by Seyumi Kaikou, a holy priestess of Falis. Useable once, this spell purifies a single target of any toxins, or poisons, or debuffs, reinvigorating them and restoring their stamina. Predictably, the holy energy has an opposite effect on the undead or demonic.

The damage from the Aether strike was still present, but James didn't have the extra pressure upon his limbs, The spell removed his deafness to a degree, and provided him with a temporary buffer against the pain of his injuries. It was more then good enough to continue combat. The daemonslayer drew his other sword from its sheathe as he stood up completely. The tachi called the Rekka Hidemitsu looked different then many other similar type swords. Its handle was much longer then usual, and its blade gleamed in the air, light reflecting off the wavy flame-like pattern. Its hilt was gilded with leather formed from the fantastic creatures of the plane of fire, the hellboar, and the magma ray.

"I'll take you seriously then". James growled as the blade of the tachi burst into white-hot flame and he took off at Xartia in a dead run, dragging the edge of the sword in the ground behind. A carved trail would trail would appear behind him, indication of just how deadly the sword's cutting power was. Before reaching the Pendragon however, James swung early, ripping small chunks of asphalt from the ground and simultaneously melting them to splatter across his foe in a superheated rain.

[stillnohero]

Fierach

"I'll take you seriously then". James growled as the blade of the tachi burst into white-hot flame and he took off at Xartia in a dead run, dragging the edge of the sword in the ground behind. A carved trail would trail would appear behind him, indication of just how deadly the sword's cutting power was. Before reaching the Pendragon however, James swung early, ripping small chunks of asphalt from the ground and simultaneously melting them to splatter across his foe in a superheated rain.

As the slayer took off in a dash with his sword filming over with furious white flames, The Cambion took to pulling two more Materia from the Great Aether. His narrowed tricolor eyes remained on him, dragging that sword through the ground. That was a testament to it's cutting and burning/melting prowess, and the fact that he dragged it the whole time to his destination was an indicator that he would try some cheap antic to goad the Cambion into action. Or so he assumed. Pivoting left and kicking off of the ground, he leaped back, headed too far to what was previously his right. The spraying asphalt would rain down on his previous position as he would spend the moment converting his Materia orbs into the nature of Negative Energy.

"Your folly was not taking me serious from the get go Slayer."

The translucent orbs of the negative brand Materia would be a flame with tricolor flames colored green, yellow, and brown at the base. The two orbs would act as the rest before them however, taking orbit around the Cambion in the same rhetorical, vertical zig zag pattern, opposing one another in orbit. Maintaining his previous choice, he would stance into en garde once again, unless given reason to move sooner than he needed to. The thoughts of doubt began to float mildly in the Cambion's mind with this battle heating up even more, however, it only further fueled his desire with desperation.

MP: 18 (+1)
Materia: 0 (+2) (=2)
Cooldown Remaining: Mitokinesis (4)

[Fierach]

Peccaminous Peregrine

Xartia would find great need to move again. When James told him he'd be taking him seriously, he did exactly that. Like the moment when he attempted to deck his brother, James Eredas was a man of his word.

The Tiger Step technique was best used in a straight line. The molten asphalt served the exact same purpose as the shades James had thrown earlier, to lure out Xartia's motions. The Pendragon would hardly have the time to tell James exactly what his folly was before the daemonslayer was right on him again, using Tiger Step to close the gap and intercept him as he dodged.

His left fist was held, curled up by his side as James stepped forward on his right side and stretched out his sword arm, bringing down the burning blade of the Rekka Hidemitsu on one of the materia orbs surrounding Xartia, likely cutting through it and scattering its energy.

[SpiritArcanis]

Aric VarShorn

Location: The guildhall.

Aric was completely unaware of the fight going on nearby between the lawyer and the man responsible for the tower of flame. His attention was on the horrendous nature of the magic used in the unveiling of power. It was dark, and tasted of blood to the path mage which confirmed his worst fear. Sacrafice, probably of the innocent, was at the root of this magical working. He shook his head and spat once in disgust. He wanted this working done, obliterated if he could do it, as such he drew his blade in left hand in a reverse grip and turned his body to lay the blade down the back of his arm pointing the tip at the column of fire.

”I dont know how sensitive you are to magic, but if you cant feel it, I should tell you, someone sacraficed a number of people here in order to set this spell in motion. I cant stand people who do stuff of the kind and the magic itself is distasteful in my opinion. I plan on doing away with the power fueling it if I can. If you dont want to get involved I wouldnt blame you.”

With his right hand Aric reached down to his belt and drew forth a grenade, in the center of the liquid contained within was a glowing blue pearl of crystal type material, its appearance radiated the concept of cold, even though you could feel nothing of it through the glass. The liquid also contained a number of herbs also carefully suspended in the thick viscous fluid. He liked to call himself something of a mad genious, and if you disassembled one of his grenades you might by of the same opinion, or maybe of a different opinion.

The clear fluid within was a form of untyped liquid aethercite, it acted both as a liquid for suspending the components, and as a catalyst for the inevitable conversion from physical to magical properties. The crystal was a piece of solidified and concentrated ice magic, or materia. The other components were all alchemical representations of ice for the reaction to take focus from. If you cant control a casting, then you create a reaction that casts itself, at least that was Aric’s method. The ice magic cannister was in his right hand about two inches thick and six inches long. He held the copper mechanism at one end, a clear depression from his thumb arming a dead mans switch on the grenade, a twist of the cap would set the timer, and then he could throw it at his leisure. But for now, he waited for input from his companion, if she didnt object he would twist the timing mechanism for a five second timer, and hurl the contraption towards the pillar of flame from about twenty five feet away.

If nothing interfered in the mechanical aparatus, five seconds later ice would erupt, both in material form and in magical form, tracing the flames in vivid blue light before crystalizing them, or anything else, within ten feet of the detonation. A reverse shockwave traveled ahead of the blow, pulling things in as the air condensed and collapsed inward, possibly drawing many of the flames into a single location at the center of the detonation.

“The Great Absolute”

“Arbitrary Fate”