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 Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2007 4:03 pm
Suddenly, four other spirits appeared next to Imoen, their hands stretched upwards along with the gaze. They were making a low level chanting sound, and just as the fist of Aliator was about to hit her, it hit a barrier created by the other spirits.
"Like i said, Aliator. You cannot touch us."
Slowly, the spirits faded, and Imoen stood there cross armed with no more than a neutral look upon her face.
Amara sighed slightly as she continued to look at the state of Aliator and Imoen.
"Aliator can handle himself, besides, i never get to see him this angry... I know at which point he requires help, or at which time he wants help too. I've known him for thousands of years, it's sort of my job to know those things... so untill i get the feel that he wants or needs help, i'm going to stay calm and assume he has everything under control. But, i am not amused... just more frustrated."
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Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2007 4:09 pm
* Ali struck once again as soon as the spirits had vanished, quick and with his left fist this time, you'd think it was less powerful then the right. Far from it, Ali could use both arms equaly well. Writing with both his left and right hand and so on, Besides he left arm consisted of extra energy within the railgun batteries in which were conducted into the aura, building up the energy to reach close to when he dashed towards her. Not at the top but enough to rattle her existance. This time, no spirits would have time to appear and create a shield.*
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Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2007 4:18 pm
"Ah, yes, boredom of routine can easily be misunderstood as amusement. I understand now. Today is .. a dark day for all it seems. she said softly, not turning her attention from Ali and Imoen.
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Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2007 4:21 pm
Imoen glared and quickly moved one arm to her back to pull out of halberd, but, unfortunately she was not quick enough. Her brothers and sisters had not the time to save her this time, and her transparency not being able to power up quick enough either.
The force of his fist threw her small dainty body straight back into the wall which she hit at an amazing speed, causing small bits of debris to fall from the low cieling. She coughed as she slid down the wall to the floor. She wrapped an arm around her stomach where he had struck and cough some more, this time spluttering a bright blue coloured liquid - her equivilant to blood. She attmpted to pull herself up a few times but fell back down. It took her a total of five attempted before she was able to pull herself up with the aid of the instruments around her.
Loud chanting, almost screaming, echoed through the room, and over ten spirits appeared. Five around Imoen, Five around Aliator. The five around Imoen created another shield just as she used her translucent skill, and became almost untrackable. The five around Aliator began to chant louder as a one after another, great balls of fire, ice, earth and great shocks of energy began to fall around him, the energy shocks attempting to hit him occasionally.
Imoen glared and spoke, her voice seeming slightly distorted and hurt.
"We are not amused."
"You too?"
Amara said curiously.
"Something dark has happened for you? May i ask what? Or is it too personal for you to tell me? I realise we are not the closest of friends."
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Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2007 4:30 pm
*The fire balls, died out before they even came close to connecting with Ali, the ice and earth balls were easily shattered by the tentacles and the energy shocks were either retaliated by the symbiote cape or the adreneline simply nullified the injury felt. Ali smiled a little now, sadisticly. He had felt her, watched her struggle to rise after a single punch. They weren't a match for him, at all. It finally made sense, they had been playing his emotions against him. Causing frustration and slowly driving him towards some sort of madness, not any more.* Oh but i am, i know the reason why you chose me as your target. Find the meanest, most ruthless and sadistic killing machine, tame him by driving him towards madness and therefor have someone to protect you. Very ******** clever, you sure thought this through but....you picked the absolute wrong person to ******** around with. Now leave before i get really angry.
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Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2007 4:34 pm
"Someone I care for has been taken and is not in a safe place. I cannot go to him because I know not where this place is .. he is being changed against his will." she said in an upset tone. She inhaled deeply, trying to remain relaxed but today was not a day to be relaxed, her clothes gently started rippling around her.
Raising a brow at the action unfolding before her eyes, she quickly moved from where she was standing behind Ali away from them toward the bar, just in time to avoid the after effects of the skill Imoen had just used against Ali.
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Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2007 4:41 pm
Suddenly, the spirits dissapeared, and all who stood in the room were her and Aliator, and the two girls to the side who she paid not attention to. Imoen began to clap slowly, with a smug look upon her face.
"Well done, Aliator. You figured it out. But there is one thing you have gotten wrong in your calculations."
She paused for a moment, and stretched her body almost as if she had never been hit, but the mark where she had been still remained, and it still pained her even though she was talerating it.
"We are a match for you. Oh yes, we really are."
Suddenly, Imoen became invisable within a gust of wind that flew through the room. An echo of a girly giggle travelled through the room as she moved around with no one knowing where she was heading.
"Why leave now, when we are just getting started?"
Imoen then appeared behind Ali, still in her transparent form. She stared for a moment before sticking her left hand within him, and becoming whole - her normal flesh and blood hand still inside of him. She moved the hand in quick movements to ensure she caused a reasonable amount of damage before becoming translucent once again and removing it, travelling back to where she stood at the point he had hit him.
"Enjoy the pain."
She said calmly, although a little unsure whether that would inflict pain upon him, or not.
"Ahh..."
Amara said in a concerned tone, nodding a little in approvment at the event that had just happened between the two and then turning to Ziven.
"Is there anything i can do to help? I know i may not be the most powerfull of beings, but i can still lend some assistance to those who need it, and would benefit from it."
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Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2007 4:45 pm
((Sorry if that was a bit God modey... i editted it at the end, to give you a chance to say 'that didn't hurt' or whatever.))
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Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2007 4:46 pm
*There was just one error in Imoens plan, Ali's body consisted of Elektroplasma. More compact then concrete and triple as resistant, When he allowed her arm to take physical form then her arm would simply be crushed by the pressure inside. Also since the outer layer were the only thing that had nerves, the pain was at a minimum. All she had managed would be to destroy her own arm.* Silly little worm.
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Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2007 4:51 pm
"No. Currently we wait. Either she must release him or he must escape, those who are holding him .. have no intention of seeing him free until they have finished .. if they finish." she said in a grim tone. She shook her head, trying to snap out of it, not allowing herself to dwell on such things.
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Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2007 4:53 pm
She stared at her arm for a moment before sighing, becoming transparent once again and watching it become normal.
"Clever..."
She said admiringly.
"Your whore of a wife actually managed to do something right i see."
She said, giggling.
"Well, untill next time, puppet Aliator. Maybe by the next time we meet you will have figured out the real reason for our efforts to dismantle your mind slowly."
And then she walked close to him, staring, before giggling and disspearing.
"I am very soory to hear this, Ziven..."
Amara said in a pained tone, walking to her and placing a affectionate hand on her shoulder.
"If you hear any news in which you need my help, just say and i will be willing to help untill i cannot stand any longer."
((Goodnight))
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Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2007 4:58 pm
* Ali snerred as Imoen left, folding his arms infront of his chest and muttering loudly for all to hear.* Miserable little c**t* Afterwards, Ali simply turned towards Ziven and gave her a quick nod, it was time to go home and ponder aswell as plan.*
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Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2007 5:11 pm
Ziven nodded to them both with a weak smile, grateful for their support. She was not expecting this at all but was deeply touched at the idea of having anyone support her in a time of need.
Thankfully it seemed that tonight was not a night for bloodshed. With a small sigh, she realized everyone else had gone or were not speaking. Silently walking across the now empty room, she finally lowered the shield that had been protecting her and found a couch to sit on. There she again curled her self up in to a ball to think, meditate and try to keep herself collected.
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Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2007 8:55 pm
She appeared in a burst of flame by the sink in the bar, holding her hand to her eye. Her face was bleeding rather horribly, and she needed to wash th wound quickly. She quickly turned the water on and began to rinse the wound, wincing everytime the water touched her face.
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Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2007 9:10 pm
Hours of silence passed, nothing but her own thoughts to break the silence and a book she continued reading after a while. This was broken by a familiar sound of someone arriving by flame but the form the flames carried was not one she cared to see. Rolling her eyes, she returned her attention to her book, choosing to ignore her movements and certainly did not care that she was injured.
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