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Angel Miasma Omega Captain
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 Posted: Thu Feb 12, 2009 9:30 pm
Crow was enjoying herself. It had been awhile since she did so. She had cleaned out her dungeon and free'd or slaughtered all her pets save one...her beloved Zyler. It was time to have some light fun. "I am sure Ali can Master tea and Crumpets." She allowed the girl her space for the time being. "Have you met my dear friend Aliater?"
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Posted: Thu Feb 12, 2009 9:34 pm
"Ah yes, " she said nodding slightly. "The Knight in Tainted Armour. Handsom fellow if I do say." she added, brow perking slightly." I believe Imet him right away in fact, He, and Yawgmoth dont like each other much I gathered." Nya watched the woman carefully, what game did she play? And where, for that matter, was Dear Miss Angel?
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Angel Miasma Omega Captain
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Posted: Thu Feb 12, 2009 9:42 pm
Crow showed no emotion at the sound of Yawgmoth's name. She didn't think the girl knew thier connection. She moved on with the discussion of Ali. "He never did like him I don't think...." Crow grew bored and walked over to the bar to retrieve a drink.
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Posted: Fri Feb 13, 2009 7:02 am
Nya smirked as Crow suddenly became bored with her and stood to move towards the bar. Nya meanwhile finished off her own drink. She would have to remember to ask about this one later....
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Posted: Fri Feb 13, 2009 3:27 pm
TwoDollarWhore It was unfortunate, really. Ali was fast, strong, and probably had a large amount of wits about him; but there was still so much Adele didn’t know about Ali’s powers. It was also unfortunate that Ali knew about the same of Adele as he did Ali. As Ali’s fist came pounding down into what seemed like Adele’s head, the image of Adele flickered in and out of view. Ali passed right through Adele, and momentum did the rest. It was obvious that the hologram which remained perched on the rafters was not Adele; it was, however, created by him. You see, something Ali didn’t know about Adele was that he could alter reality; creating illusions that pack a literal punch is no feat for Adele, and was in fact a tactic he had used over and over again. Three more clones came power housing from the rafters, in hot pursuit of Ali. One of them rolled on the ground and crawled down into the hole that had been made in the bar minutes previously. The other two began assaulting Ali with blasts of charged black matter that emerged from their throats at powerful speeds.
Up above, Adele had begun laying rows of powder out along the rafters, chanting as he quickly ran the lines back and forth in white dust. After the end of each chant he paused, and the powder solidified, glowing a bright yellow that matched the color of the sun on the brightest of days.
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Posted: Fri Feb 13, 2009 4:33 pm
Ah, a moral struggle. Had Adele’s fighting tactics been cheap? Yes. However, they seemed to be effective. The couches came soaring across the room at frightening speeds and the clones didn’t even have the time to blink an eye before the couches smacked them and they flickered out of sight. Thus, three had been narrowed down to one. Perhaps one might have forgotten about the last clone, who lingered down below the surface of the water. Delving into Adele’s mind, you would understand why. Because Adele has the ability to see any one person’s soul through any material if he wished upon it, the clone below the surface of the water pinpointed the auburn aura of Ali’s soul. It was a passionate color, at best; there was always something to be told about a person by their individual colors. Enough of that rabble, though. The clone’s eyes lit up a sickly yellow color as bubbles began forming all around his body and the water became uneasy.
Back in the bar, the floor began to rumble once more and inches from where Ali stood, a pillar of ice erupted from the floor, its top pointed sharply like a spike and had the clone’s aim not been hindered by the refraction in the water, it would have impaled Ali’s body like shishkabob at fourth of July. The floor began to ruble as three more came flying from the ground, through the ceiling of the Inn—just centimeters off this time. Adele cursed his incompetent clone from up above as the floor began to rumble once again. This time, the clone would not miss, sending four at a time to collide in one spot; right where Ali stood.
Back to Adele; the real one. He stood at the intersection of two rafters, both had been covered in the lines of white dust that had turned to solid, glowing yellow ones. Adele grinned, satisfied with his work. “ распус|ка́ть, -ти́ть.” He said quietly before peering down at Ali and the gauntlet of surprises that Adele had briefly arranged as a proper distraction. The color of the lines faded away, until all seemed as if nothing discernable had been there previously.
“Having fun, white knight? Ha! Get it? I CRACK MYSELF UP!” he yelled down, peering over the edge. “It’s really me this time, so why don’t you try that little fancy move again? I’ve been bad and need to be taught a lesson! Show me how a real man fights, a vigilante!” He was having too much fun, but Adele quickly grew impatient. “Come on! Come on! Kill me! Kill me!” he chanted, his tone growing increasingly crazed and aggressive with each syllable.
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Posted: Fri Feb 13, 2009 4:51 pm
* Ali let out a large shockwave capable of crushing the ice pillars before throwing himself out of the way for the next incoming ones, While rolling on the floor Ali made sure a slight object came sliding towards him by means of gravitational pull. The cold steel feeling good against his warm right hand as his fingers wrapped themselves around it and he rolled into a crouching stance, the index finger pulling the trigger over and over again. Causing the pistol to send out bullets at Adele, Armor piercing bullets. Capable of going through wood and metal to a certain degree like aknife through butter. In addition Ali knew how to handle a pistol really well so he knew where to aim and where to hit. The first shot went towards adeles head, the second a slight distance ahead, the thrid, behind the rafter beam in case he tried to jump back and then the rest straight into the beam to prevent him from moving along it to escape. Adela was cheap enough to use clones, Ali figured he could use firearms then to even things out.*
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Posted: Fri Feb 13, 2009 5:24 pm
“Oh my, whatever shall I do?” Adele commented, drawing a hand to his forehead and mocking fear at the pistol pointed at his body. His hair flicked around his body slowly as he soaked in the situation. He then closed his eyes, and waited. The sounds of the bullets leaving the barrel filled Adele’s senses and although the sound was slightly slower than the actual movement, he was still able to defend himself. Quick as lightening, he pushed his arms out and formed a wall of compact ice in front of his body in which the bullet lodged itself. Cracks ran through the wall as Adele then used the ice wall as leverage to kick off of. It fell down above Ali as the spiked of ice came rushing foreword from below. He flipped back onto the previous rafter, overestimating the distance of the bullet behind him. It caught Adele in the neck as he landed on his feet. Adele straightened his body, still as a board, and rushed his hands to his neck where every few seconds black liquid gushed out of his neck at least five feet away.
“Oh lord, I’ve been hit!” he gargled as black liquid filled his mouth and smuggled the amusement in his words. Dramatically, as his nature always was, Adele appeared to fall to the floor with a sickening thud. He crawled slightly forward as the liquid continued to gush from the hole the bullet had made in his neck. He held up one hand to Ali, as he struggled to speak.
“You win, you win! Now please, help me, help me!” He cried with sincerity as he used his other hand to scratch at his neck, the bullet had expanded inside and was causing a mild irritation in his throat…mild compared to the initial wounds pain.
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Posted: Fri Feb 13, 2009 5:35 pm
* Ali starred down at Adele, still with the stern and focused expression upon his face. Wondering. Adele had given up but it could be a lie, maybe Ali should just plug a few rounds into his head to be sure or...
Ali nudged a little to his left, when he lifted his right foot from the floor, he quickly sent it down onto Adele's neck, aiming to having his foot pressing against the gunshot wound. Keeping him pinned against the floor while he pulled out a fresh clip from his left back pocket and reloaded the pistol. Aiming it down at Adele's head.* A shot through the head, that sound be good enough help for you.
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Posted: Fri Feb 13, 2009 5:57 pm
The roughness of Ali’s foot against the wound in his neck was annoying, but not in the least bit painful. It was unfortunate for Adele, to be put into a sour mood before the interesting moment that was about to unfold. He stared down the barrel of a gun, down the barrel of his imminent death. Yet , Adele felt more eagerness than fear. Giddy with his win, he smiled up at Ali. Was the man really so stupid to have blatantly walked into Adele’s trap? “Hey hey hey, must we be so rough? I could have been dying here!” he spoke quickly. The bleeding in Adele’s neck had ceased, and the wound had begun to heal, rejecting the bullet from his body. It clacked against the floor in the dead silence of the moment, and Adele began to convulse with silent fits of laughter that slowly grew louder and louder.
“A bullet in the head?” He smirked. “Plug me! Pull the damned trigger!” he screamed up into the barrel before grabbing the foot that held him pinned to ground. Adele sunk his sharp, black nails into Ali’s flesh, anchoring him into place. By pinning Adele to the ground, he had signed his own contract. “Perhaps you should be more careful of where you step! Русский! ” In an instant, the glowing lines above in the raftors began to glow a deep orange-red, and a circle formed around the four main points of each line. A cylindrical barrier shot down to the ground, enveloping both Adele and Ali in the orange glow. There was no escaping now, as a beam of energy filled the cylinder ; exploding with a mighty force upon the duo’s bodies. The ray of energy blew a hole through the ceiling and obliterated surrounding wood as it continued on up into the sky before dying out.
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Posted: Fri Feb 13, 2009 6:15 pm
* Ali had figured something was wrong when he began to laugh, making him more alert, then Adele warned him about where to place his feet, Ali quickly unlocked four restrictions and his energy aura shot up. Giving him at least some defense against the raw energy and the explosion. The blast sent Ali flying back, smashing a table when he landed a getting a good large piece of wood through his right side. His ears ringing, blood dribeling out from his ears, under the eyes and coming up his throath. Making him roll over and cough it up despite the pain. Then slowy and painfully, Ali forced himself up onto his feet and took a deep breath. Streatching his back so you could hear the multiple cracks of bones being relieved of strain. Ali seemed to have some bleedings, two cracked ribs, a dislocated left shoulder which he popped into joint and several other smaller wounds.
Despite his injuries Ali smiled and moved into a stance again, if there was one thing Ali could then it was taking a beating, that and never giving up.* Come on, I'm not done by a long shot.
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Posted: Fri Feb 13, 2009 6:44 pm
The blow, although of Adele’s own creation, had harmed his human body as well. The elastic, dark skin had ruptured in many places, where shining, slimy, black tentacles had escaped and flailed around in a unified craze. Adele’s face had burned completely off to reveal what lied beneath; a black and pale skull with two bright and shining lights in place of his eyes. The smooth surface dripped with the same black liquid as the charred remnants of Adele’s hair began growing back around his skull. The muscles and meat of Adele’s body began to grow back strand of protein by strand, but were by no means even done. He grinned, pushing himself up off of the floor to assess Ali. A light drizzle of rain came floating down from the gaping hole in the roof of the inn, the accumulating puddle of filth forming at Adele’s feet sizzled from the heat of his body.
“I’m glad to see that were on the right page here, slick.” He smoothed back his hair with a skeletal hand that had pieces of charred muscle and grime hanging loosely from severed tendons and ligaments. His voice was nothing more than a haunting and rather eerie buzzing and echoing; Adele’s true voice although by no means was his real body even closely revealed.
“For a moment there, I thought I actually had you” With a brisk shake of his head that sent flakes of dried goo and water flying through the air, He launched at Ali, splitting into three; each close took a separate side, forming a triangle around Ali. Together, the three of them sent a blast of unified black matter at Ali’s core. And thus, it started again.
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Posted: Fri Feb 13, 2009 7:49 pm
He entered the bar once again as he finished off the bottle he had taken previously.
Throwing it in the trash he grabbed for another bottle and sat on the bar stool opening it. He drank from the bottle directly as in mid gulp he saw Crow in the bar.
He lowered the bottle feeling the burn of alchohol in his throat, he figured it best to play as if a stranger to the woman, "Hello there," he said with a slight smile, as big of one as a man such as him could produce at the momen
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Posted: Sat Feb 14, 2009 9:43 am
* Ali jumped up to the rafter beams to avoid the black beams, landing rather shacky onto the beam. He was felling it, the loss of blood was provoking it and right now Ali needed to restrain it. The air inside the bar got much heavier as Ali fell into the postal mode of his, the beam cracking because of the pressure his body made, then catching ablaze as his aura shot up around him. Heating things up around it by it's intensity.
Slowly Ali turned towards Adele, holding his right hand out and manipulating gravity to pull the three Adeles together, just like he had with the leech things earlier. However Ali didn't squash them.* Leave, now.
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Posted: Sat Feb 14, 2009 1:11 pm
Adele snickered as vines of muscle and blood vessels began inching forward over the slick and black skull like tendrils of an ivy plant. A blast of heat hit Adele like a wall when Ali’s Aura expanded through the room tinting his vision red. It was massive and it tempted Adele like a harlot might a virgin. He wanted the power, to feel it and taste it, he wanted to take it from Ali as he drew his last breath… Why would he tell Adele to leave at a time in which he released his stronger power? It was stupid if you really wanted to kill somebody then you would beat them where they stood with whatever you had. Was he really such a joke? It sickened Adele, wasted potential.
“Leave?” He asked with a cynical tone, “Just when things get interesting?” his face seemed to drop considerably. “Coward. You should have killed me when you had the chance!” yelled Adele up at the growing mass of power. He scoffed angrily noting that one day he would finish this fight, one day he would come back. With that, Adele stomped upon one of his glass vials and stepped into the black rift that appeared. In a moments time, he was gone and the only traces left of his prior presence was the layer of black soot that now covered the floor.
The rift opened over a cliff that overlooked the forest around the small Inn. Adele stood there, staring down on it venomously. He would need to lure Knoll out without that dreadful creature Ali coming along to ruin his fun. Just how could he go about doing it? His face was now a façade of pulsing red muscle and white ligaments that connected to his jaw. They stretched eerily as he moved his head or to speak, and a thin layer of opaque skin had begun to re-form over the veins. He was running out of time..
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