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 Posted: Thu Jan 27, 2005 9:21 pm
His movements lead him towards, and between the two younger SeeD, a blur of black and blonde as he's moving over rocks and debris, towards the clearing smoke cloud.
As his feet touch down on one of the rocks, he's vaulting himself upwards, straight at the figure of Doom, blade outstretched before him, as he flies into the cloud of smoke.
Now, how suicidial this will be, is yet to be seen.
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Posted: Thu Jan 27, 2005 9:27 pm
Of course, it would be all fine and good if what had been destroyed was really Doom. The outer coating..a shell..no, Doom was inside that egg, in a sense. Enough concussive force could break the outer covering..sorta like a battle mech. ;] There was more to this than met the eye..and it was coming into play. The dead, those who were made into the undead...it seems as though all the souls of the Galbadians, who were the only truly wicked ones, are pulled from the air as solid red energy..and it all flies up above where the crater is that was where Doom was sitting.
In a rapid motion, all the soul energy flies down into the crater, and a pillar of black-lined red light shoots upward...and rising up from the pillar is a beautiful dusky skinned woman clad in a silver and gold bikini bottom..a long black cape with red interior..and a silver and gold crown made in the shape of twined serpents around her head from which her long white hair spills down and to her ankles..her arms are held up, hands limp..as if she were in some mockery of crucifixion or a puppet on invisible strings...a cold wind blows around her..and then her eyes open..and shine a deep red..and she smiles..So this is what she really looks like..and it feels like trouble..
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Dangerous Conversationalist
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Posted: Thu Jan 27, 2005 9:32 pm
"Dammit!", he seems to hit the ground skidding, as his blade passes through nothing but smoke, before turning to face the woman behind him. Can you even really call it a woman? Damn, he isn't certain. He just knows he missed his target, and that isn't good. His blade comes down to his side, and his hand comes up before his face, as he starts chanting.
Time for his 'pretty' to show her stuff.
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Posted: Thu Jan 27, 2005 9:35 pm
Glancing around at the carnage, the lack of the Galbadian leader, and what seems to be the full-on retreat of the remnants of the Galbadian Army, he figures it's about time to move the plan into its second phase; the whole reason why they had staged this battle.
Reaching up to his collar, he keyed his radio mic, hoping that all the other surviving SeeDs had theirs with them and turned on.
Dog Green is open. Code One, extend.
That code phrase was the agreed-upon code for the two separate factions of the survivors to split and go their separate ways. The escapists would be retreating to the train station, which the SeeDs held, or the docks, which were within moments of being mopped up, and escaping by one of those two ways.
The remainder, would continue to fight for their lives, and hope that someone was left at the end of the day.
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Posted: Thu Jan 27, 2005 9:38 pm
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From about 500 meters away, Aya watched the helicopter crash into Alger..His eyes wide with shock, his hands closed into trembling fists.. The man who'd been his only father since he was a preteen, just..Gone.. Rubble cascading down, burying whatever was left of Alger in a crumbling torrent of masonry, flagstone and burning metal.. Aya let out a blood-chilling scream, discarding his Sniper Rifle, his combat blades unsheathed from their scabbards.. He dashed, sprinting with every once of speed in his body, literally tearing through anyone in his path, Galbadian or SeeD alike.. He didn't care. All he kenw was that that scarfaced b*****d coward had rammed a helicopter into Alger, and Alger could very well be trapped, even now being smothered udner a ton of rock.. He was still screaming, he dully registered through the red haze, the street behind and beside him awash in blood, body parts, and screaming disembowled people.. He made his way to the impact zone and jammed his knives into the ground, howling like a thing unholy as he began ripping the beleagured terrain, throwing boulders larger than his torso aside, trying to get to Alger.
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Posted: Thu Jan 27, 2005 9:42 pm
He could feel Aya..and Kisa as well..his two fellows..Ubel was off doing what he'd been told to do elsewhere. He lets a single mental pulse towards his allies..letting them know he's alive, and holding the major rubble off himself..but it's faint, so obviously his energy was highly depleted in that last explosion. He wouldn't be able to control Doom now either. It's good she's pointed in the right direction..
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Posted: Thu Jan 27, 2005 9:50 pm
Aya felt Alger's presence, faint as it was, and worked twice as hard, crushed rock into powder with his bare hands, not caring that his knuckles were being shredded to s**t.
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Posted: Thu Jan 27, 2005 9:51 pm
Edora watches a set of Galbadian soldiers run past her, only to hear an exposion and see the soldier running again, the other way. She takes her chance, knowing that if anything was wrong, Galbadia always had something to do with it, and empties one of her two clips into the soldier crowd. Only two remain once the clip was empty and she starts with the other one. The element of supprise was her advantage, but seeing four soldiers, she knows it could have been a close call.
Mom gets free in Galbadia and now this. I should just go to Deling City and blow the place. Not that I could, that would be impossible.
She loads her twin pistols again and this time comes out of the building she was hiding behind. SeeDs were fighting Galbadian soldiers and, while Edora didn't seem supprised, it was a little disterbing to see people she hadn't seen for years in combat for their lives. She looks around, and a head of blonde hair catches her eye. Remembering her childhood in her Mother's orphanage, it is a sight she will never forget, even if they may have forgotten her. She runs over, to get a better look. Sure enough, she was right.
Seifer, as I live a breathe. If you're a SeeD, that must mean everyone else from Centra is too by now. Who's in charge of all the SeeDs in here?
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Posted: Thu Jan 27, 2005 9:55 pm
His hand came down, as his body started to fade from view, and the trickle of liquid across rocks was heard in the distance, the clear water of the rain from above, becoming a thick red substance, the flow of blood across the landscape, as a slow trickle became something more, and a river of blood started to flow upwards from the ground itself. It was like something had put a gash in the earth, and it was bleeding away its sorrow.
Slowly, upwards from the ground rose what appeared to be a young woman, black wings spread from her back, dripping with red liquid, her hair a long flowing shade of red similar, holding a large scythe in her hands, a stained dress covering the length of her body. Her eyes were dark with hunger, and she appeared to be pleased to have been summoned. She wasn't quite as large as Doom, but she turned to face the creature with a shift of her scythe in her hands, a glittering halo of crimson droplets spreading from her as wings extended, and she took up a battle stance infront of the man behind her on the stone, his hand lingering just before his mouth, murmuring continually, to hold the sinister spirit of the Sanguine Angel at bay.
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Posted: Thu Jan 27, 2005 9:56 pm
He whirled around, Gunblade held at the..Unfamilar?..throat..Impressive reflexes indeed.. Depends who's askin'... If you're buckethead scum, mister Gunblade here is in charge. If not.... He shrugged openly. At this point, he neither knew nor cared.
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Posted: Thu Jan 27, 2005 10:04 pm
Alger was under the rubble alright. When the majority was cleared, he just looked up briefly. One of his eyes was closed, a cut along his face, and it was obvious that he had a broken leg and a dislocated right arm. He looked like s**t, but he had his barrier up just strong enough that everything hadn't come down completely on him...he just didn't get it up fast enough to avoid injury..it looks like most of the damage came from him being hit with the chopper than the actual explosion. He just nods to Aya...
"Get us out of here...what's left of the men will catch up. It's not a problem. They're meaningless to the cause anyway. The pawns have served their purpose. We are above them.."
He closes his eyes to rest for now..confident all will go well..
Now Doom on the other hand, had a smile on her face like she was the cat that just ate the canary. She turns around like a puppet still, on strings...then the invisible tethers fall and her arms drop to the sides. She gives a fang-laden grin to the bloody girl as her cape goes into tatters and starts whipping around behind her..kinda would remind one of spawn in a way. She floats above the crater where her shell was, and directs her gaze at the summoned creature. A third eye opens in Doom's forehead...and the cold rain near her becomes snow..then the entire sky bleeds chills...as sleet and hail crashes down on the fighting parties..the weather went from bad to worse..and evil is coming off of this b***h like mist off a haunted graveyard..
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Posted: Thu Jan 27, 2005 10:06 pm
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Aya slutes sharply, sheathing his knives, and easily picking up Alger and carrying him gently like a child, dashing away from Doom and the thickest fighting, taking him to safety and such.
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Posted: Thu Jan 27, 2005 10:13 pm
Cracking his neck, he leaned out around the side of the building and sighted in on Doom with both Desert Eagles. He shifted his left arm up so that his comlink would be close to his face.
Concentrate all fire on that Guardian Force!
With that, he opened fire with his Desert Eagles, the bullets in his Vengeance weapon automatically aligning themselves to the proper elemental property so as to cause the maximum damage to the GF.
From all around the city, hundreds of other points of fire joined in with his, all focusing on the GF, since well, there were no Bucketheads left to shoot at.
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Posted: Thu Jan 27, 2005 10:23 pm
The scythe in the massive GF's hands shifts, as she pushes off the ground, lifting upwards, both wings beating once, before the blade pivots, and comes down, searing the air, and cutting a path through the sleet and hail, a red cross of energy aimed for the figure of Doom, just a standard strike from the GF, testing the water, so to speak, Hiro behind her, slowly starting to shake from the cold, trying to keep his Guardian Force under control, he seems too out of touch to focus on anything else.
He'd never realized how difficult it was to keep her under control before now.
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Posted: Thu Jan 27, 2005 10:29 pm
Oh, but this isn't any GF. Nor is it just a summon. This being is a Power, a force that represents death, the souls of the lost, and beings that transgress against the living. She's the embodiment of a lot of nasty things, and people are about to see that as she picks it up a notch. When the girl comes at Doom with the red cross, she'll wish she actually HAD a medic, as Doom grips it one dusky hand, then opens that hand and blows a large cone of force out of that same hand..laughing...and as to those shooting at her..well...that'd be holy bullets, son, if you wanna know what hurts her...and she's all about the finishing move. She lets her hair fly up from behind her head..and she has eyes in the back of her head..literally..as well as the rest of another face. Coincidentally, as it opens its mouth, a blast in the shape of a large skull wrapped in black fire that she spits out may seem a good deterrent to causing the mean goddess like thing pain again...this is gunna be about as fun as pulling your own teeth out, looks like..but it's obvious you can hurt her..it'll just..take more work. She is bleeding from the bullets after all..
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