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 Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2012 1:38 pm
Snowman was standing there watching the events unfold, then the reaper mentioned power. He looked at George and then too the reaper who was now gone.... They hadn't taken anything so there wasn't really a need to return it.... but .... "I wonder what kind of power?"..
[Exit]
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2012 1:44 pm
Cain released Pyre's wrist as soon as it was obvious she was going to get free anyway, wincing a little as the motion shifted one of the silver spikes still embedded in his shoulder. Pulling these out were going to be a b***h, but he sure wasn't about to ask the phoenix to help him. Reaching up gingerly to wrap his fingers around the one which was being a particular thorn in his side, pun intended, the demon gave it a quick, brutal tug, the wet, almost obscene sound of muscle and sinew squelching a bit as he did so. Immediately, he regretted his decision, writhing a little as he struggled to hold back the onslaught of curses. Yep, that hurt.
Giving Pyre a dark look, the baphomet gave her a snide look as she wiped her hand on his shirt, gold and black staining the light grey material. "Lucky me," he murmured under his breath in response, mostly to himself -- his eyes followed her as she leaned in to kiss his forehead, not disillusioned enough to think the gesture affectionate. Their personalities clashed far too much for any sort of real affection, as evident in their dispute. 'Like' seemed to span only far enough to cover 'not kill each other every moment of every day.' Then again, he was willing to take credit for that -- if he cared to be a little nicer, maybe Pyre wouldn't feel the need to kick him in the balls. This was the second time in the last two days that he'd had a 'ball-kick' delivered to him, literally and figuratively.
Waiting until the phoenix had returned to whatever she was doing, Cain finally began pulling the silver spikes out of his chest cavity, hissing and spitting curses under his breath the entire time. Exit~
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Interesting Conversationalist
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2012 4:19 pm
Greed. Power. Pride. These were the banes of any hero: one misstep would soon give birth to another if not careful, and it could lead them down the path of villainy. That was the true nature of evil: it was insidious.
Callie was no philosopher and rarely a thinker to begin with. She paused, however, to listen to the stranger reaper's words, feeling a bit of a flush creeping on her cheeks. Here she stood with stolen treasure claiming to be better than the man who's goal was simply to protect - there was hardly ever clear-cut divisions of good and evil in the real world, yet this felt a little . . .wrong. Both of them were: her as a thief, him as a peddler of promises to the baser inclinations that pushed people to become sinful.
In that case, she was less wrong, and therefore right. Simple as that. The man was simply too shady a character for her to begin to feel bad about her actions and, with a nod to the smoker ghoul, followed her.
(( Exit! ))
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2012 4:20 pm
Ramming that glow scythe hurt.
Not being able to move sucked.
Having his pride stomped on made Radoch feel like a little girl.
Screw this guy, he was gonna get what was his.
[exit]
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2012 5:51 pm
Kani was laying on her back, fingers curls and body arched as she tried to get up but could only manage to twitch before flopping to her sides. The wind and even her senses were knocked right out of her. This guy was serious business, and a guy packing that much heat wasn't just protecting a favorite cup. He was hiding something.
When the path and options were given, Kani crawled her way to the rest of the other defenders. This guy was going on a rampage to get what he wants, and the school had to protected - even if they might have brought this monster on themselves. It was not only their responsibly to clean up, to protect, but to also find out the truth.
Exit
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2012 6:37 pm
Her claws caught onto something, jaws closing down on fabric. They went though, an familiar-yet-unfamiliar taste upon her tongue before she was flung up and back. WHACK! went Red as she hit the cavern wall, the white werewolf stunned as she flopped to the floor. It was the taste that brought her to her senses. A heavy, weighted taste that made her shudder when she swallowed. Blood was something she wasn't entirely unfamiliar with. Red had bitten her fair share of other students, and she licked her own wounds more than once. But this? There was something revolting about it, something missing. It was like drinking flat soda, or tea that had been watered down to the point of being water with an odd, off-putting flavor. Red struggled to rise as Pyre approached her, succeeding in only wiggling around slightly before flopping back down. She tried again, this time succeeding in making it onto her elbows before she shuddered hard enough to return to the ground. She was weak; just because Red liked to battle did not necessarily make her a good fighter. "Bit late for that," Red growled to the phoenix, ignoring everything else and concentrating on just simply standing. The werewolf didn't get a chance. When the bright light struck, the werewolf arched her back and gave a loud, guttural screech of pain and fury as her nose was forced into the ground. Weak. Pathetic. She hated that feeling. She fought against it, a snarl forcing her jaws open and still against the pain. And it ended. Finally, blessed Jack it ended. Red lay on the floor, simply listening as students murmured to themselves and made their choices. She watched, closing her eyes and just concentrating on breathing. It wasn't until a scent sharp and cold reached her that she opened her eyes, tilting her head up to stare in puzzlement at the proffered mitten. It took her a couple tries before she managed to get her hand up, reaching out towards Arel and accepting the help. As Red rose, her wereform shifted and melted away to leave her in her much lighter and vulnerable human form. "Jack," she hissed, wobbling unbalanced before releasing Arel to flop towards the wall and lean against it for support. Were they alone? She looked around the empty cavern, running her hands through her hair once. Twice. "We're... really in for it now, aren't we?"
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2012 8:07 pm
Arel said nothing, though he grunted in exertion of just pulling the werewolf up: even in her human form she was heavy. He opened his mouth not once, but twice, attempting words of encouragement. "We..."
The ice demon tried his very best to draw a comparison. Perhaps the time they had skipped out during the field trip, ended up spooking a bunch of humans before being reprimanded and nearly expelled from school. Perhaps the time when they had picked a fight with SCREAM that ended up with both sides beaten and nearly-dissipated, a situation that escalated out of hand when the teacher took SCREAM's side, making Defenders the bad guy. They had almost broken up then, their entire team, everything they stood for and believed in.
Yes, that was the worst of it, when they were asked to disband or be expelled, when they were not even allowed to talk to each other in the hallways, where even their slightest movements could threaten expulsion and humiliation.
It had been the worst, and the core of them, he, Red, Cricket, Pyre, a few others, had put their foot down. They said no. They threatened to walk out. They would not stay at a school that did not accept what they fundamentally believed in and more who they were.
And now, well, like all stories, there was a moral. They still stood here, and now. It was not about seeing the story through, it was about making their own story, their own path. The Reaper had spoken of choices, but not of the consequences.
"We," Arel finally repeated, taking a step back, and then forward again in slight determination, "Are Defenders. We failed in direct combat, they threw us a curve ball, so what, it has happened before. You know what we do, we do what we do best and fight back. I never cared about winning and since when did you ever feel so, Red? You want to be a Bogeymen, last time I checked, you wanted to fight to defend those who fall victim to others. This is what we live for, no, this is what you live for, and starting tomorrow, we wont even be students any more."
The ice demon pulled something out from his jacket, holding it up. The emblem of Defenders. "Well, this is it, you know, but if we go down, then you can bet that Amityville, all of Halloween will question our disappearance. If we go down, this badge will still be here, right here, to mark this day. I think we have a good chance, Red. I don't think they want to dissipate us more than to lure us to something. We say no. We fight. And then, we'll figure a way."
Fighting the good fight. And yet, Arel had never been a leader. He was just as scared. Brave words for someone who knew nothing. Hesitation. ".......Right?"
He needed confirmation for his own words.
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2012 9:00 pm
[Enter]
It was the most obvious option. Everyone must have gone to the cave. Maggi felt upset about this; Professor QB had told them to warn everyone away, but they didn't listen! There was a human inside who could be hurt and meant no harm, what if they attacked it?
As she rounded a bend, she was surprised to see a hooded reaper, and before she realized what was happening, a battle erupted before her eyes. Terrified of the conflict, she stayed hidden in the shadows, until a bolt of energy sent her to the ground, cowering.
What was going on? She didn't understand why everyone was fighting like this. She then heard a faint ringing, and realized her skellyphone was going off. She opened it to see Professor QB was summoning them again. A little disoriented, she moved out of the cave to head to the meeting
[exit]
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Posted: Sun Jun 10, 2012 5:13 am
Admonished, Red bowed her head as Arel lectured her. He was right; but of course he was. He was Arel. He was her go-to person for planning and advice. He could (somewhat) accurately predict what was going to happen and come up with a plan just in case it failed, pulling their bacon out of the fire just in time. She? Red tended to go in head first, headfirst with the believe that everything would work out so long as she gave it her all. She had also learned the hard way that this was not the case. There were former Defenders in both SCREAM and DETH that refused to speak to her even now over that fiasco that nearly destroyed Defenders. That especially hurt. It was one thing to hold your chin up and say I ain't even mad, but it was another to actually be able to do it. It was hard for her to swallow her pride and admit that then she had Jacked up. It was harder to admit that she had done the same even now. She wanted to wash the taste of that Reaper's blood out of her mouth. It was too easy to recall the taste, harder to resist the urge to shudder in distaste. There was something wrong about the whole situation, once that made her want to balk. But that wasn't an option. Red reached out and laid her hand over Arel's Defender emblem, squeezing it and his mittened hand beneath it. "I must have hit my head harder than I thought," Red laughed, forcing a smile. "Here you are, lecturing me on things that I'm usually telling you in an effort to get you off your rear end and join." She released his hand and pushed off, away from the wall. "Come on, I think we're missing the party." Red wobbled as she turned, stopping. She growled in irritation before slapping the feeling back into her arms, taking an extra moment longer to dig into her pockets. A smaller, pin-sized version of the Defenders emblem was pulled out and pinned to her shirt. Her own personal pin was placed above it. Properly prepared now, Red gestured for Arel to follow her as she lead the way further in. [EXIT]
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