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 Posted: Mon Mar 22, 2010 11:15 pm
Well. That was interesting. First the glass, then the darkness, all converging at once, and all with incredible speed. So he'd covered the area to make it hard to get out of. She could feel the energy flows. It wasn't unlike some of her own spells. However, she would show him mass-overrun was just the method of someone who was afraid of their enemy finding an opening. She met the flow of energy with a flow of her own. Tendrils of lightning danced and swayed in her hair, and the crystal atop her staff glowed with a brilliant azure hue.
"Beag Athar Lamh."
She said only these phrases, unlike the chants before, and electricity shot out to meet every single fragment, every sphere of energy, anything that existed, in fact, that had an energy signature. He'd flooded the room. She'd initiated a counterflood, striking each energy form with a second energy form to cause an explosive effect, or discorporation by destructive elimination of matter through heat and force. Of course, he, himself, was no exception; the lightning would arc along everything to find his own form as well. The 'lamh' spell series were wide-area effects, even in low-class castings such as that. It seemed her equipment made even her basic spells more effective; or rather, it took some of the strain off of her to use them, making it more energy and speed efficient.
"So you can spread power all around a room and converge it towards a single source while condensing it to create higher power in a small energy form. Big deal. Even class-two mages can do that. Though I have to admit you've got a high level of skill to do it so quickly."
She gestured then, and snapped as the lightning arced about the room. She had no doubt he'd have a defense, so she'd bolster her offense.
"Mermaid."
Two beautifully scaled sirens appeared near her, one to the left, one to the right. They were energy forms condensed into being, things of magic. They felt like the Disenchanters in that regard; however, they were..different. They had a powerfully offensive feel. So she could summon multiple types of support units.
(Sorry for the short post. I haven't been up too long..)
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Posted: Fri Mar 26, 2010 1:08 pm
"Does it matter?" He took a step forward, booted feet making solid thumps against the floor beneath his heels. He lifted a hand then, and adjusted the glove, twisting his fingers as he did so, a small spherical orb forming in his hands. It was composed of pure light.
"Divine Godess, become a shield against darkness... Ard Naomh Aite." The words, at the very least, were similar to the ones Koudelka had spoken. It was apparent that he also possessed magic of the oldest sorts. But who he was, exactly, was a bit of a mystery.
He extended his hand and flicked his wrist then, and the orb shot out, encasing Kiga, and the three females with a continually expanding light. There was a brief hint of warmth, and then the glow began to fade, becoming dim, before extinguishing. It was obvious that this was a protection spell, strengthening what natural defenses they may possess, and adding a moderate protection against magic. The illusion around them became more.. obvious. Wavering here and there, if they concentrated too hard on a particular spot.
"Regardless of my purpose for being here, and regardless of what I may or may not gain.. I have reason to believe you need me. Or am I wrong?"
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Posted: Tue Mar 30, 2010 9:39 pm
((Please excuse my absence. Let's say I was in a trip. ))
Amusing, intriguing, exciting. . .the rush of a battle. . . How have I longed to feel these feelings again. . .
I promise you to give them to you at full if you win, my Angel. . .
He knew himself the barrage was foolish, stupid and rather childish. Anybody with skill could probably find a way to swing it around or rather, find the truth within his attacks: at least 80% of the balls showering down, destroying his paradise, where as real as said place.
The destruction, of course, meant him recovering his powers from the illusion he had cast, each ball actually working as a retriever rather than a form of attack, but she shouldn't know that, right? Then again, what fun would it be to counter her moves.
Silent cloaked in the, at some point, marvelous amounts of beads trailing down like hail, he had quite a smile.
"My Alice, are you enjoying the party?" his voice echoed in the area, not having a clear precedent.
Soon, however, he would learn that for starters, he shouldn't have sub estimated this girl so badly. True, he detected a powerful, however awkwardly lost aura. Power within that she somehow couldn't tap. But with the one she had, he would learn, was enough to toss away his fanatic waltz.
The thunder clashed onto the orbs, both real and non-existent, blowing them up with a great boom, dissolving into purple smoke that soon transformed the place in a misty trap.
At least he thought he would be safe here, but to be honest, he didn't' expect the next thing clashing into his ********. . how much he hated that tingly feeling already in his mind, now to have to support this?
His smirk vanished as he opened both his mouth and eyes wide, showing perhaps not fear, but rather shock, surprise This cannot be...
He forgot about the other spell the girl had summoned, trying with all he gathered to keep his current shape and form. Nobody should see him as what he is. Ironic, the master of illusions not being what he is.
He toppled down from the dissipating smoke that rose up, him noticing a small gap he had yet not seen. So this girl didn't enter where he had expected. How foolish was he to not notice?
That's what I get for having my soul imprisoned by a mechanical ra...
Considering how wide his eyes where already, it would be a surprise he could open them more, his long silver hair, along with his figure, flickering in and out something... smaller?
He crashed down the metal floor, the illusion dying with him apparently.
Well that was stupid. . .all his arrangements for nothing. The Mecha he worked to get for his 'master' had been revealed, along with the building on it's own, it flickering slightly as the illusion vanished slowly. This ought to bring some surprises.
The man coughed, getting out from the gap he was. Or rather, what was in there hacking the dust from his fall, wasn't a man, but what seemed to be a much younger being, cloaked with a black tunic which did the job of concealing him.
He tried to stand up, grabbing what ever surface he could.
"SHUT THE ******** UP! I AM THE OWN MASTER OF MY DESTINY!"
Then fight for it child. . .if you do.. . maybe. . .
Eyes filled of rage and confusion, he shot himself upwards, no longer caring about any formality, tackling the woman with his own body and reaching out towards her neck. If it meant killing her rather than just playing, then he would. . .just to get that annoying thing from out his head. . .
"Playtime is over, Alice. . . now off with your head. . ."
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Posted: Tue Mar 30, 2010 11:45 pm
Lena reconized the spell, which was casted on the group. As a White magic user, she would be a fool if she didn't. So, Lena just relaxed and allowed the spell do what it was suppose to.
"We can always use another spell caster. With just the four of us, a few of us are attackers, while the others are more of a supportive type." She stated, fine with him joining. Luna remained suspicious of the man, but said nothing.
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Posted: Wed Mar 31, 2010 9:58 am
Inner conflict. She felt it in him like a horrible buzzing of bees. The entire place changed, but even with the revelation of this new thing..the first thought in her mind was 'Who Cares?' How long had it been since she'd had a spark of recognition? He was screaming inside. She felt it in her chest like a knife, and she knew that she knew that feeling. The memory of it was hazy, but her body remembered. Her soul remembered. Why did it always come to this? When he'd been an enemy, it was different. But it was the same as that girl, too. How many souls had to suffer? There was no one else here. It didn't matter. No one would see her, and she knew that fighting was worthless. But the world always made people like her fight. She had no quarrel with this one. He was just as confused as she was. She saw it behind his eyes, even if she didn't see his eyes. She couldn't help but smile.
"Why does the world always make us fight..? Why do we have to kill each other to realize who we are? Can't you hear them? The voices that cry out for peace? Can't you feel them? The hearts and souls of everyone who's fighting to be who they are, without this darkness covering their will?"
The two mermaid summons simply dissipated as he came flying at her. Her staff took up a floating position beside her, and she simply let him run into her. But she had speed, she did. As the two skidded on their feet along the floor, her arm moved upward, and caught the arm reaching for her. Immediately, she seized the grasping hand, and squeezed it tight. Just as quickly, she pulled the one that was just a moment ago, her enemy, to her chest, and wrapped her other free arm about him. Pulled him against her.
"Why do we fight? You aren't my enemy. You're as lost as I am. My enemy is the one who hurts you. The one who hurts her, and all the others lost. Those who subvert the souls of others, and bring them to despair. I feel your suffering. I do not want to fight you. But if you harm others, please understand I can't let you just run free. Understand their pain, as you do your own. If you really will master your own fate..then deny the wicked the pleasure of seeing you cry. Never cry, never scream for them! Bear your burden with stoicism.."
She smiled then, and kissed the top of his head. Her body became surrounded by a warm wind, a gentle light. She didn't know if she could soften the pain he held, but even if she couldn't, it was her duty, and her pleasure to try. It felt so familiar. And it clicked then. She had felt like he had once. For moment, recognition.
"And when they try to break your heart. Then you smile. Smile, all the while while they fail, and you send them back to hell!"
"Even if you strike me while I hold you..I will not bring you harm. I feel your suffering, and I will share it with you. But I feel no such bond to a monstrosity such as the one before me, made of steel, with no heart!"
These were the words she thought to herself, even as the staff that bobbed in the air took on a deep glow. She had no idea what the machine was, but she would destroy it. It was part of the enemy's desire, this much she could ascertain. That meant it had to go, and she had the means. She still held tight to the one in her arms, but her body blazed with sudden power. She was like the calm in the center of the storm she was about to create. Her face was a mix of anger and sadness. Sadness, for having to go this far; and anger, for those who destroy the hearts and souls of others, and science, which crushes the spirit to believe.
"Ard.."
The entire building shook. Every level. Windows blew out with the intense heat that already gathered, all the way up the shaft she'd created in the floor. Heat travels upward, you know, and as the hot wind rushed through the building's corridors, it was a clear indication that she was pushing the limits of what she could do in a single set of words with her staff active. And this was just the preliminary backwash of energy; it was the power and heat that was released in order to follow the natural conservation of energy laws; if she let everything go without letting it spread, the destruction would be incredible. This was it. A Class-4 spell. The limit to destructive magics that could be contained in a single limited space.
Fire leapt around the pair, and twisted into shapes. The floor became a sea of magma, save where she was, and about ten feet in all directions. The walls began to groan and twist under the intense blaze, as if someone had taken a massive brushfire, mixed it with a volcanic eruption, and turned it up to eleven. And then it all turned inward. All on her..before launching forward, towards the large mechanical monstrosity.
"...Srad!"
A titanic wave of fire and force rocketed towards the object, and split into four massive serpentine dragons, composed of said flame. Each one spun violently about the machine, all before converging into a single massive column of destruction that rose upward in an explosion, penetrating every floor, and launching through the roof, only to paint the sky red for scant seconds, smoke everywhere. The masonry of the building cracked; the foundations even in the depths of the underground shook violently. It was like a small atomic weapon just went off..yet most of the force was focused entirely on the mecha-thing, before being evenly redistributed when the shockwave was released. All of the force was centralized on the single target, while the excess energy that should result in total building destruction was dispersed on a wide level. So this was Old Magic.
She had no idea if the one she held in a tight hug would try to continue killing her afterward; however, that was simply a risk she took. If she calculated right, she should have reduced that thing to slag. But then again, science was one of those damnable things that always threw you a curve ball. Still, if it had actually not been destroyed by a Class-4 incantation, it meant she'd have to delve deeper, and that meant..more destruction on a wide range than she'd be willing to risk. At least for now. When the smoke cleared, the floor would be..returned to a solid state, though rather melted into another, less smooth shape. And the walls needed serious work.
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Posted: Wed Mar 31, 2010 5:00 pm
"Right. .. we might . . " Kiga smiled, though it was a darker slightly unwelcoming one. Well, you are asking for it, right? "Now, get ready because we cannot determine what our foe's next move mi..."
It came fast. Not like a tremble, more like an explosion . . . with an Earthquake. Like they both married and made a child and they where just about to meet him.
The windows from the facility shattered, along with the creaking sound of the floor, the own metal surface of the walls creaking and folding from inside out. An energy release of a kind he had not experienced . . .ever. Or likely, it had been a long time. Maybe his B&-hammer at full power released something like it, but this was ridiculous. . .
His first reaction was to scream 's**t' and cover his face, the 'Earth' armor comming automatically for better defence and to at least have weight to keep his ground stable. The trembles continued, so did the destruction and a sudden rise in the heat.
What the f*ck where they fighting against? Releasing such power . . .or, could it be? That girl?
He advanced slowly towards one of the entrance to find the panels bursted out due the temperature. It was like a furnance now, seeing how the door that lead to the elevator turned red. Just what in the name of Sa-khah-reh is going on?
"TENSHI!" he scram. Frustration fred, but not anger. If this was the power needed or released from her. . .then they would have quite a long way before they can reach it. Or at least, himself to deliver the final blow to her head.
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Posted: Fri Apr 02, 2010 6:41 pm
BGM - Broken InnocenceTime stopped. Simple as that. You couldn't discern the felling which came from such surprising embrace. His eyes widened, the rush from the destruction that was being created, which melted the mecha before it could do anything. The rush of hot air, which didn't seem to touch them, was enough for the hood to uncover, revealing that she was holding a child, no older than 10 years, his purple eyes showing fear and confusion, unlike the cockiness from before. While his hair remained silver, it was much lesser than his first appearance. Of all the things, why did he use his powers to conceal such angelical or rather innocent look? He looked at her face, certain elements inside his head booming back - women. They where always there to hold his hand when he was afraid, weak or in trouble. There was his 'Trainer' - a word he decided to go to instead of 'mistress' or 'mother' - which always seemed to smile and squeak when she held him tight. Her long brown hair illuminated by the setting sun, much child-acting than him, but at least it brought him to a smile. Then, a much blurred image, however oddly much more powerful- a silhouette of another woman, eyes which showed compassion even though there where stained with sorrow and death. Sword in one hand and gown as armor, he had promised her to protect her life at all costs. He had promised the girl with the brown hair to bring her happiness and kindness, all at the cost of his own existence. Women always moved him...and it was for these small acts which made them so mystical at some point... so powerful.. touching. No barrier he created could be used to take down such magic. ". . .w-why?" his voice trembled, his hands moving to hold her tight too, covering his face. Heaven. .. he still so many things locked up in his mind but... he remembered such feeling . . .what was it called?
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Posted: Fri Apr 02, 2010 9:21 pm
Koudelka's Point of View - Optional BGM: BGM
"My child.."
This felt familiar to her too. Did she have a child of her own? More than one? She didn't know. All she knew is that she couldn't allow this. She squeezed him tight to her, and sighed. Somewhere, she knew she'd done this before, too. The entire thing felt familiar, what she was about to do. She placed her forehead up against his, and reached out. Not to him, but for what had taken hold of him. She reached out to it, despite her ability to use her power being somewhat stunted.
"It's alright now. Don't be afraid. I'm here, and I won't let it hurt anymore."
She squeezed him again, and reached out. But this time, she embraced him inside of her being. Underneath all the ice she kept herself behind, there was something so soft, and so warm. And there was a scent. A scent of roses.
"Let him go. I'll go in his place, but leave this child alone. He has too many years ahead to be attached to your wires. I may not remember everything..but I know for a fact I'm old. I know no matter what I choose to do, it won't make as much difference. But the young are different. They deserve their chance. And if anything is left of that woman inside of whatever you are, then she will agree. Let the boy go. Use my power instead. You've seen it, and know it to be powerful, and stable. For your purpose, a youngling's mind is too indecisive to be of any real use."
It might or might not be true. But this was just her way. One thing she could never, ever stand was to see children suffer. It struck a chord inside of her, for some reason. She felt as if maybe there was a time when she'd felt the same way. The breeze around her was gentle..and there were rose petals all around in the air. Reality shifted and rippled. Much like earlier, when the young one in her arms had changed the very essence of this place, there was a burst that changed things, but only where the two were. It was also not so much a change of their area, but something from within her, being shown to him, unconsciously.
There was just a momentary vision then; a woman in a long black gown, and she stood next to a white haired man. The two of them were beautiful, almost beyond words. At the woman's lapel was a black rose. She kept a blade at her back, and a staf in her hand. Her hair was long and golden, with streaks of white that ran through it. Her eyes were tired; as if they had seen far too much. The man's features were clouded, but he was garbed all in white, a feathery garment that was not a robe or a cloak covered him. Near the pair was another two. Both of them resembled her, though were not identical, and seemed younger. Less weary. Her own children perhaps? It was a vast garden they all stood in. It had a feeling of old power.
There was no mistaking the feeling however. That same feeling of endless warmth that poured from her at this fleeting memory. It was as if she didn't even see it herself. As if for a moment, the child in her tight grip had seen into her what she could not see. But for one moment, it seemed as if she had her old self back. Why was this? Because for that one moment, an immensely powerful mind grabbed a hold of the 'bonds' that 'It' had made with him, and began to forcefully but gently redirect those bonds to herself. It was unheard of, but she had actually began a process of disconnecting and re-networking a full psychic link; and she was doing it without any real difficulty. Without harming the host, or the parasite, as it were. It was a powerful mind, and nowhere near human, despite how very human she looked..though she was human once.
"You will release him. I know I could free him..and leave you with nothing. But I will not see him hurt. And you would try to hurt him if I gave you nothing in return. And so I will allow you to ride on my back for a while. Use my power. Do not object. Forgive me my trespass, but it is my duty. I will save his soul."
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Posted: Fri Apr 02, 2010 9:37 pm
[ She arrives! ]
"Foolish boy. . .your heart makes you weak.. and your soul is yet too untamed. . . You say you seek perfection, and yet... you are not to find it in such matter"
He probably would have seen that coming, and if he didn't, she would to..
The building shook with a tremendous force as if some sort of meteorite came falling down, crashing anything on it's way. The orb of metal created a crater in the hole so big, it was probably the circumference of the room. All devastated and lost.
From it, wings of metal unveiled and a woman of silver tones came from it, it not showing any sign of humanity anymore.
"Mine. . ." a simple command, snapping her fingers to deliver a small signal into him. That same one who had been bugging him ever since he arrived to this place ". . .this youngster needs to be punished. .. for he was given of a privilege which he used incorrectly. . ."
"You had your chance..."
She showed no emotion, looking sternly at he who was her chosen one. Idly, she wondered about the others... but, now, with this new knowledge, she knew just what to do next time.
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Posted: Fri Apr 02, 2010 9:45 pm
His eyes widened, feeling buzzing bees on his head.. his whole body. The purple eyes filled with tears, unable to describe how he went quickly from heaven to hell, without him being able to shift. The warm feelings, the vision that came from her, her scent even... all fading away devoured by what ever she was doing. She... her master. It was being tattooed in his mind, as he started screaming in horrid pain, as if a hot iron where to be passed by your eye sockets and you where watching the whole process, growing blind but still feeling the pain.
The boy detached from the woman with a spring of psychic aura, grabbing his head, shifting along his forms, from the one he used to enter the facility, to the one he used to battle her, the long hair showing signs of mistreat, as well as the long coat. Sanity was thrown out of the window, unable to scream his lungs more.
He felt a pull towards the mechanical demon, slowly falling towards her place, feeling... or rather forgetting how everything felt once more.
"T-Trainer! PLEASE HELP ME! SAMANTHA! I CANNOT .... WHAT'S GOING... "
His mind, with each second turning numb, shown as his screams sounded less harmonic and more phased, started to wash away everything, the happiness and the sorrow all around. The light on his vibrant eyes fading, leaving but a trail of horror and confusion on them. Finally, as he landed, with his screams fading finally, he stood still, silent... unmoving. He was dead in the inside, looking sternly at the floor.
". . .who am I?"
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Posted: Fri Apr 02, 2010 10:23 pm
They say the most frightening thing is silence. If that was the case, then the aura of fear would be all over this place. As the boy floated from her arms, she simply stood there. That machine. It was responsible. The woman's hair covered her eyes, kept her gaze from being seen. But something was wrong. She'd been calm and warm a moment ago. And even though she wasn't actually doing anything, there was a heavy aura of dread all of a sudden. The entire room began to rattle. Everything had a faint shake to it. Slowly, she stood up, and a soft wind began to blow around her person. Her face was expressionless. She'd only had this expression twice in her entire life.
They say that when you shock someone's system enough, when you hit them somewhere that really hurts them, it can sometimes make them realize something. Or perhaps, remember something. The wind swirled around her, and just like that, it was everywhere. The building. The area around it for several miles. The shaking wasn't just on the structure. The air itself was trembling. Everything turned black and white, and there was just an immense pressure that suddenly ripped through the whole area. It was a presence; a presence of mind. An awakening. It was a sleeping demon. No, it was more like a Mama Bear.
"Let. Him. Go."
Her voice was quiet. Restrained. That was the frightening part. There was absolutely no anger in it, no emotion at all. It was a statement that brooked no argument, either. The foundations were starting to chip, from her presence alone. The worst part of it? Flowers had begun to bloom at her feet. Roses. And she took a step forward. And another. Everytime she took a step, more flower bloomed around the area. The entire building began to warp. This wasn't just an illusion though. Physical reality was changing. The walls became wooden, and flowers began blooming everywhere. And then she looked up.
Some say that looking into hell required fire and brimstone. Others might say that it was solitude, or loneliness. But maybe there was a ring of truth to both, but the reality was, that looking into hell was as simple as meeting the eyes of the very angry woman standing in front of the mechanical monstrosity that had hurt that boy. Her eyes had been this pretty color before. They sort of variated between green and a dark golden brown, most of the time. Her hair had been a dirty blonde, golden in spots. When she looked up, her pupils were almost reptilian; slitted to thin lines. The iris had taken on an amethyst violet color, and the sclera of her eyes had turned into a deep red. Her hair had come free of its bonds, and become streaked with white. And worst of all?
A single black rose had bloomed on the woman's body, right in the center of her chest. Her hand rose, and she simply pointed one finger at the woman in the metallic body armor. Red patterns began to run over Koudelka's skin, like living, eldritch tattoos, even as her garments changed to the richest of gowns with delicate lace gloves, and high-heeled boots that ran up to mid-thigh. The massive obsidian blade on her back began to vanish, and integrate with her. It was obvious that she was combining it with her own power. That pressure was growing. It was almost like a gravitic field at this point; enough to push living things down and draw the breath out of their lungs if they were too weak. Even the strong would certainly feel its power.
"Seusar."
She said only that one word. But the results were dynamic. The attack didn't even fire from her finger at all. No, it was immediately centered on the mechanical woman. It wasn't any normal element; it was a pillar of light. This wasn't like the previous spell. She'd jumped several categories. Normally, a spell like this would be classified as a 'City Block Buster'. Even as it went off, it went off with such dramatic speed, it was near impossible to follow. Threads and fingers of brilliant energy screamed throughout the building's structure. Streamers of power wrapped around every single stone, and went beyond them. The destructive capabilities she'd just unleashed were unimaginable. The earth cracked under the onslaught.
For the entire area her aura covered, beams of light shot through the ground and tore it apart. The circumference of what would be an entire city block in a circular area was covered by a force of light that would make angels envy. A scream could be heard like unto that of a woman's shriek, but it was merely an effect of the spell. The energy condensed on the single point that was Tenshi, and became a sphere. That sphere then blazed upward and became a pillar that grew ten wings; five on each side. Then the explosion. Entire wings of G-corp came apart, as their very molecular fabric of being was shorn apart as if it was so much silk under a scimitar's slash. Further and further the pillar blazed across the landscape, growing and growing.
A barrier would keep herself and the child protected; but the rest in the building? It would be every man and woman for themselves as it went off. Koudelka idly thought she hoped they could fly, or teleport, or get out really fast. Their lives weren't her concern. This offense to life had to die now. And even as the very fabric of physical matter was split open by her spell, she wasn't finished. The magic finally ended, leaving a hole where G-corp was. Not a trace was left. If there had been humans left in there, they were dead now. But they'd have felt no pain. They'd have simply ceased to exist. This was a Class-7 spell. She'd jumped up 3 classes. NO being composed of mortal matter should have survived it. She was almost certain that the monstrosity was dead. If it wasn't..then she could at least hope she'd given it a nasty pinch and made it go the hell away and leave the boy alone. Escape without harm? No, it just wasn't possible. She'd only used this spell once in her entire life, and she'd ended an entire war with it.
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Posted: Fri Apr 02, 2010 10:53 pm
"WHAT THE F*CK WAS THAT?!" Kiga scram as the whole building shrieked, moved, crumbled and wanned against it's own structure. He was sure that if he wasn't wearing the Earth armor, he would have toppled down like most of the things inside, including the people. He had to even use his hammer for support. What ever was happening not only made it rumble, but, another explosion, a ripping effect... this is just like...
"SHE'S HERE! THAT b***h IS HERE!" he scram, pointing at the elevator shaft, but moving became more dificult as he just realized how his whole world came toppling down again. . .
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"My angel. . ."
As the surface around her moved and shifted to the hell around her, with a silent command, the man beside her moved in front of her, casting a powerful shield which was enough to cover her.
"I have yet much to do. . .fighting against something that will cost me sources rather than logic is wasteful. . .let us depart. . ."
A small cast, and using his powers, she commanded to be teleported away, just like that.
((PHAIL POST IS PHAIL!))
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Posted: Sat Apr 03, 2010 12:16 am
The scent of roses filled his nose, drifting through the smell of smoke and debris and burning. It was heady and heavy, and brought with it visions of a long-past life. He smiled then, though it was a haunted smile, and he lifted his hand, gesturing. "Dachaidh Comlha." Surrounding the group, Lena, Luna, Rin, Kiga and himself, was a brief ripple, and then they were out, watching the crumbling of G-Corp before the building was gone, and there was just what remained. Koudelka in the barrier.
He sighed, and turned his head away, glancing off into the distance, expression no longer cold, or even haunted.. merely.. sad.
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Posted: Sat Apr 03, 2010 12:27 am
The memory had been brief. As the dark markings receded, she knew she wouldn't remember once she lost consciousness. What an incredible power. To block out her spell like that, despite the fact she'd started it directly on the target.
"Ugh. I used up too much power..I miscalculated. I guess I made that same mistake again, heh..but..I can't help it. I have to protect a child from pain."
She grinned to herself, and shook her head. Even with Sacnoth, it had come to nothing. A Class-7 spell. She'd wiped out that entire underground facility. Yet that abomination had acted like she hadn't done a thing. What a waste of power.
"Ah well..maybe my dreams will be a little more peaceful. Too bad.."
The transformation faded, and she landed in the dirt at the bottom of the crater her spell had created. She rested for now, having been unable to do what she'd set out to do. But she had learned one thing; that child's soul was good. That comforted her, and it would help her to rest, for now.
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Dangerous Conversationalist
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Posted: Sat Apr 03, 2010 9:13 pm
Luna stumbled a bit, but regained her balance. "Great, just what we needed." She mumbled. Luna moved toward the elevator, grabbing onto Lena for support. "Hurry, up! That b***h is dead!" Luna exclaimed. Lena nodded. "Yeah, yeah, I can move as fast as I can. If you don't like it, find someone else to lean on." She stated, moving with Luna.
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