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 Posted: Tue Jul 24, 2012 7:37 pm
 Shun's gaze had fixated on the fountain while the chalice continued to go around from person to person. He soon looked towards the Valkyrie to his side, raising an eyebrow as she held up a purple glove. "... What is this?" he said while staring at it. It... looked kind of familiar.
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Posted: Tue Jul 24, 2012 7:44 pm
Hel almost fell on her face. Almost. “ What is it?” She echoed in disbelief. “ It is my magical glove that gives those I slap beards.” Her grin returned now, and the reaper pulled the glove onto her right hand, flexing her fingers as she stared at it. “ Why the hell not, right? Anything to cause them a bit more distress, no matter how small.” Quote: Hel is a two toned wingless valkyrie. 5'4"
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Posted: Tue Jul 24, 2012 7:46 pm
The Reaper might have twitched slightly at a certain memory involving this glove. He just gave Hel a rather hard stare before watching as she put the item on. "...I suppose. Granted, I believe our weapons would be more effective in battle than... a beard slap."
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Posted: Tue Jul 24, 2012 7:55 pm
"We won't we've been around you long enough to know how that works, I'll just follow Shehk when it gets bad. She's had more time to cope with it." For a moment she chuckled, "I never thought I would see her with a fire breathing dragon. She likes warmth but man, for an undead..." She laughed slightly. Her face slowly turning somber.
"We will Jericho... we will." Her purple eyes flickered, "If we can't. We take as many down as we can before we leave. Plain and simple."
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Posted: Tue Jul 24, 2012 8:25 pm
"We can only hope. . . " She trailed a little to Soren, before the movement beside her caught her attention as Mengyao lowered himself to view where she was looking, the small clanswoman allowing him a moment of silence as his face shone hesitation. His decision was already evident, but as he lowered himself further and nudged her a little with his forehead, she only nodded softly, allowing him to let go of her hand, folding her own on top of each other inf ront of her.
"All right, but, worry not about me, okay?" she said softly back to him, letting him know he could roam while they waited if needed, looking up to give him a soft smile as he stood straight again, before noticing a very obvious force in the group, she allowed herself a moment to wave to her, the small horsewoman still holding the smile from before.
"Hello over there, Shaheen." She said sweetly to the Chieftess.---- "My hero~" Jack sing-songed at Frost happily as he gave him a smile, tail swishing behind him softly. It was good to know that he was being cared for by such a gentleman~.
Looking down at the mark visible on Sparrow again, he tilted his head, scratching his goatee with a free hand, folding his other hand in to his elbow as he quietly thought. "I'm not entirely sure." He offered up sincerely, a small shrug of his shoulders showing his uncertainty.
"Hopefully they will have the heart to tell us."
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Posted: Tue Jul 24, 2012 8:37 pm
There was a good chance there would be hunters about it seemed, and Soren completely agreed with Lan. "Just leave at least one for me," he said, almost smiling at the thought of tearing one apart, either with his bare hands or his khopesh. Lifen was waving to other horsemen, and really, Soren should probably get to know more of them. He also lifted a hand, this one gauntleted, waving the armored hand in a slightly jerky motion while attempting a sweet(?) smile. It really looked more like a grimace. But what was over in that group was...fur? He knew that fur. "Senga," he called out, his deep voice booming a bit more than he had intended. He could not take it back so he simply left it. The colt knew he was here, knew he had acknowledged him. That was enough. Or maybe he was just watching to make sure he did not direct his energy on any of their comrades before they got to the actual fight. Other horsemen Meng, Jay, Shaheen...I didn't want to quote ALL of the people for waves and such XD
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Posted: Tue Jul 24, 2012 8:49 pm
After walking through the flames, Astra softly gasped at the sight in front of her; a blue altar, glowing with a bright flame. It was mesmerising, but she soon cried out when she felt skeletal hands trying to drag her down into the black water. She flew against their grasps, until they quickly retreated, taking with them a horrible sensation of drowning. She landed as Madea began passing around the chalice, and when it was her turn she analysed it's contents, then slowly lifted the cup to her lips and sipped. It was then she saw a strange spiral mark on her hand, and she passed the cup around before lifting her hand up to get a closer look. It was the same mark that was on the lockers and in the office, glowing warmly yet not painfully. She hadn't felt it before, how did it get there? Did she get it when she went through the flames? What did the mark mean? ------ It was a strange feeling, to be walking through the blue flames and not be burnt. And it was even stranger to watch the event unfurl; Madea walking up to the chalice to communicate with some sort of water monster. She could feel hands grasping at her legs, but what was even weirder was the feeling of drowning. For someone who could breathe in water as well as on land, the feeling was disconcerting. But it passed, and she was soon required to drink from a chalice. Apparently it would give her immunity, but for what she had no clue. As she waited for her turn, she noticed that the others had been branded with the four clans mark, and a quick look over herself found the same mark just above her stomach. She frowned at this; sure she wanted to join the fight and save mitsu, but why mark them? Was it like a demons contract, and she was now bound to them? Jacking hell, she was no ones pawn! There was no time to consider the implications, as the chalice had been given to her. Putting her concerns on the back-burner, she sipped at the contents of the cup. After passing it around, she saw that Riyo had made a appearance as well. "So, you're decided to join the fight?" She asked the feline ghoul
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Posted: Tue Jul 24, 2012 9:11 pm
"Fix it? Oh no, that won't be necessary." She waved him off with a small flip of her hand, her expression somewhat mischievous. After all, she had improved the dress, not actually wrecked it as she had let on. Soon enough Senga was joining them and Shaheen offered him a smile and a nod, glad to see the young executioner. She would have thrown an arm around him as well, such was the level of her good mood, except that he was too busy with Jay for that, and she watched the two of them interact with some fondness before her gaze tilted away, in search of more familiar faces. When she caught sight of Shik, her smile faded, and for a quiet moment her eyes flickered with annoyance when she saw him standing with three others. Why she was annoyed...well, she really couldn't say. Shik just always seemed to have that effect on her. Sniffing to herself, she shrugged and turned away, only to catch the wave from Lifen, who was not so far away, and another very large horsemen who's size could have rivaled that of Shik's. She returned the gesture in kind, still too far away to actually engage in conversation though she did manage to call out towards the conquest woman. "Hello, Lifen!" She felt like she should perhaps add more but...really had no idea what more she could add to that so she just left it, content in knowing that they would soon be committing themselves to what she hoped was some good old fashioned human slaughter.
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Posted: Tue Jul 24, 2012 9:22 pm
Bacca stiffened when the strange deep voice joined them, her wings flaring a bit as she drifted behind Nomi, her hand instinctively going to the curved dagger at her hip, but hesitated as he took in who it was. The world suddenly swam. Bronze skin and ashy feathers and that stern look. For a moment, the young horsewoman's mind was lost in the mental image of rolling with that bronze skin and strong arms through a field of blood and bones. He would not hesitate, landing on top of her as she pulled dismembered fingers from his hair.... Bacca was not home right now. "Yes." She said, "And you will feed me their hearts- I MEAN! We will crush them and um... um...." With a squeak, she vanished behind Nomi's wings once more. Bacca looks like this
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Posted: Tue Jul 24, 2012 9:35 pm
The smirk grew in spite of Nomiki's cautions; if anything, the initially defensive nature gave him further amusement. "Patience and sharp minds, I can agree. A creative inclination towards violence spices things up, though, wouldn't you say? Though," he turned to Bacca with false regret, "unfortunately I will leave behind husks, not hearts. But perhaps the mouthy one, that scythe-bearer - does he have a heart? I would like to find out as much as you do."
Weeks of tense, almost stone-like behavior was crumbling as easily as if it were mud, the more he fantasized about the havoc they would soon wreak. In that regard, Shik was still very much a youngling: fascinated by fire, death, and the manner to bring about both.
"Do not tell me you haven't waited for an opportunity like this, War-sister," he said to Nomiki. "Precautions are well and good, but our last attempts at culling have been to careful for my tastes."
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Posted: Tue Jul 24, 2012 10:03 pm
 Mitzi shivered a bit as she stepped through the fire, but it was almost a good feeling, as if the world for an instant made a sense it never had before, that she could sense... everything. She felt a warm tingling between her shoulderblades, but with everything else going on, she didn't think to check what it was. The ghoul smiled as Mei and Imryn followed her through the fire. "That's the spirit. We're all in this together, and that's how we'll all get through it." She grinned at the shadow elemental, a feral tinge to it. "At least then I know I've got you at my back." She was more than ready for this party to get started, although her excitement was as much to cover her fear and nervousness as anything. She frowned slightly, though, as the Horsemen appeared, but for what they were about to do, she really would rather have any help they could get. She looked among those who arrived for Shaheen, hoping to see the Horsewoman who had kept her company after her "date" (it was almost laughable to call him that) had ditched her at prom. There wasn't time, though, before Medea led them all forward, down just until they reached shallow water. Mitzi stifled a noise as she felt the first brush against her legs, and then shifted, fighting down the urge to attempt to lift one leg out of the water, or worse, step back to above the water entirely. She glanced around to see if the others near her were reacting, and felt a little jealous of Imryn, floating as she was. And then the Death priestess began passing a chalice around, and Mitzi waited her turn, watching as it went. She finally caught sight of Shaheen, waving slightly to try to catch the Horsewoman's attention, although she didn't know if she succeeded. And then it was her turn. She took a sip, and then forced herself to pass the chalice on before she could change her mind.
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Posted: Tue Jul 24, 2012 10:23 pm
"I have waited, ah.. I have. However, we have suffered many losses already," Nomiki paused and gave a hesitant glance over her shoulder, worried by Bacca's reaction to the large, handsome, incredibly well-built, fine specimen of male... What had she been talking about? Oh, right. "And I cannot afford to lose more - it is my only hesitation, truly," Nomiki finished, trying desperately not to stare at the male's chest.
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Codebreaking Conversationalist
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Posted: Tue Jul 24, 2012 10:30 pm
She remembered the Horsemen.
Of all things Serafina remembered about her short time with the Amityville attendees before she was shuffled back off to her own Ghouls School, before being invited back in--her heart was still thrumming from the acceptance of her application, in many ways--she most remembered the pain of the horsemen, the traumatic events they went through, how they had lost something so utterly beautiful... the Conquest Isles, her mind still drifted back to them, and she swore she could smell the lotus in the air.
That wasn't important, really, and Serafina shook her head as she watched Medea, listening to her. One of the last great people of the Horsemen tribes was offering something special to her--well, the whole school of Amityville, really, if they wished to capture it, and Serafina wasn't about to look a gift horseman in the mouth!
... That wasn't as funny as it should have been, perhaps.
She, too, stepped through the fire, eyes darting around at the new environment, the new world, skin crawling when she felt something brush against her leg that shouldn't have, a small whine in her throat when she pulled her leg away and shook it unceremoniously in an attempt to get whatever it was off. But she was under watch, and when under scrutiny she needed to behave. Swallowing hard, she drew her leg back to herself and moved forward to the circle.
A cup?
... Jackin' hell.
How would she drink from a cup with the surgical mask on? She couldn't let anyone see the abomination that was her face! Her hands were shaking as she watched the cup move around the circle, her eyes widening in some expression of terror at the thought of actually doing this--not to drink, no, but for the fact that she might have to remove her surgical mask. How was she avoid the eyes on her? She couldn't let herself be seen--jacker, she absolutely could not--so how was she supposed to do as Medea asked?
Her eyes flickered behind her. Well, no one was behind her ... maybe she could just hide and flick the drink quickly into her mouth before anyone noticed. Right. She would do that. As she took the cup, she swirled around, and pulled the surgical mask ever so gently down her nose, over her ... mouth, a shudder going through her body as her mouth was exposed to air.
It was without a further question in her mind--okay, maybe she pondered something on the no turning back--that the cup was lifted and the liquid gently sipped from the cup, before yanking her surgical mask back up, swirling around, and moving it on to the next person, despite the deep urge in her system to declare the cup hers; if there was something that overrode her greediness, it was the gaze of someone she should please, and Medea was definitely of no exception. When the cup was drank from, the liquid firmly in her system, she closed her eyes, attempting to ignore the cup as it moved down the line.
Quote: Serafina Arai is a first year ghoul of a ghoulish nature, with a surgical mask over her mouth and a taste for the fashionable. She's about 5'2" and her eyes are her most remarkable feature.
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Posted: Tue Jul 24, 2012 11:56 pm
Bacca's eyes narrowed at Nami, watching as she so easily spoke to the dark and handsome Shik, and her insides boiled. Two could play at this game. Wings fluttering and resettling at her hips, the shorter horsewoman stepped around her sister with a heated glare and a deep breath. "I HAVE A LOT OF CREATIVE IDEAS ABOUT DISMEMBERMENT." She stared boldly at the man, seeing if he would be swayed from her sister's whiles. Bacca looks like this
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Posted: Wed Jul 25, 2012 12:12 am
"I.. I see." Vaith tried to comment on, with a nonchalance that he didn't possess. He overheard several low conversations, Tybalt and Ren's one, his expression carved in a unreadable one. He stepped up but he was so tired of the fight.
Instead, his hands rested on Xiu's shoulder, moving up to rest his chin on there for a moment. He used Xiu's small figure to drag him forward, hands itching to scratch at the tattoo on his neck. "Xiu .. I don't think it's fair of me to say that I dont want to miss any of the action but I dont really .. If we fight and fight, what happens afterwards? Y'know?"
Even with one side wiped out, it wasn't like humans and beings of fear would work together anyways.
Quote:  Vaith; Noise Reaper
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