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 Posted: Thu Jan 27, 2005 10:33 pm
He quickly ducked back around the corner, hoping that the building would take the brunt of the attack. Making sure the Justice Desert Eagle is in his left hand, he waited until the attack had finished, then stuck that arm back around the corner and continued firing. Once the magical sensors in the weapon determined Doom's Elemental weakness, it would begin pumping out bullets of solely that property.
Meanwhile, he stripped out the clip currently in the Vengeance Desert Eagle and replaced it with exploding-tip rounds, preparing to go back to dual-wielding.
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Posted: Thu Jan 27, 2005 10:42 pm
When the energy is caught, Angela's wings come down, and across infront of her body, acting as a buffer against the cone of force, blown back some, but not as bad as it could have been. Its about then that Hiro drops down to one knee, unable to control the woman further. That was the sad thing about the GF that had created herself.
He didn't always have control over her, and what she could do. Rarely did he, actually. And it didn't look promising, as with his lack of control, came the rise of a bloody red barrier around the young woman, and her form expanded, rising to a height equal to that of Doom's, from a young girl, to an older woman, the dress shredded against her skin, gashes all over her body, her red hair flowing out behind her body in a rippling wave, as the cold and sleet striking her seemed to flow off her in a rolling wave of steam, as the heat of her body evaporated it into nothing.
So this was the real form of the Bloody Angel. It wasn't surprising though, as the rising figure raised the Sycthe above her head, and brought it crashing down to earth, the ground beneath it splitting in half, as a guyser of red light speared upwards through the form of Doom where the crack ended, becoming a red cross, and forcing her arms to spread against it. So this was the River of Blood. The sky around the massive Summon darkened, and there was blackness, as the figure darted forward, and the sound of splitting flesh could be heard, before the darkness drops away, and the Angel lands back on the ground, kneeling, sanguine flowing down the length of the blade of her scythe, the base touching the ground as the cross holding Doom erupted in a shattering of energy.
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Posted: Thu Jan 27, 2005 11:22 pm
Well, trying to crucify death isn't the smartest thing in the world to do, after all. All she does is laugh...when the explosion occurs, she's still standing there. In fact, a swirling aura of rainbow colors forms on her body. What was harmed..well..except for where the bullets hit her..reforms from broken souls into flesh. Well, it looks like everyone's finally come to an understanding..Doom is more than just some half-assed summon..much more. Holy damage is the only thing seeming to do her any real harm. And as soon as that's become a certainty, that's when the reality of it hits. She's getting serious. Her head seems to do a really fast exorcist-style spin around, both faces firing bolts of cold and dark type energy in multiple directions..mind you, that kind of spread fire makes her accuracy s**t, but she's putting a lot of holes in buildings, and any schmucks unfortunate enough to be in the radius of the actual attacks.
It becomes very clear that while standard damage can temporarily impair her, only a holy weapon will really do permanent damage..or a holy spell. She's undead after all..what does one do when confronted with death? As powerful as the bloody angel seems..when fighting a stronger force of death, the grim reaper kind of pales..and the ground around Doom begins to bleed..as the ruptured souls make a choir of chaos...she's prepping for something more than just random sprays of boom...
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Posted: Thu Jan 27, 2005 11:29 pm
When the sprays of fire hit Angela, she falls, in the face of so many of them. The sight of his Guardian Force sinking back into her own river of blood brings Hiro's attention back up from the sticky red matting his pretty blonde hair, to the massive Summon infront of him.
His head is spinning, and he's dizzy as hell trying to focus his eyes, but he's getting a hunch, as his eyes come into focus. So darkness doesn't hurt her. But the Fragger's bullets seem to. Holy bullets. Holy.. Ha! That's the answer!
He brings his blade up, before it slices down into the air, and he casts [Heal], on the Queen Death Doom Boobalicious Person.
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Posted: Thu Jan 27, 2005 11:32 pm
As the first of the blasts of energy fell around him, he took a running dive around an adjacent corner and flattened himself to the ground, hoping and praying that, well, he doesn't get ******** style="color: brown">"Hey..."
"Eh?"
"Think about it. Your gun is firing holy-aligned shells."
"Err...undead?"
"Good boy."
"Got ya. Thanks, Sis."
As hellfire and brimstone continued to rain all around him, he reached up his left hand and activated his radio mic.
All units, shuck your guns! Switch to healing spells!
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Posted: Thu Jan 27, 2005 11:39 pm
The body of Doom cracks..the holy is enough to shatter the second coating, the rainbow barrier breaking. Now..her real self is finally revealed. As scantily clad as before, only now, her skin pale, instead of dark..her eyes soft, inviting the comfort of death, and her white braceleted hand extends forth. Her helm now that of a type of horned animal skull, black silk flowing around her body..her lips painted a deep red..she smiles..and whispers a word in some long forgotten language..the voice is so soft..so gentle...it's like everything is silent..
then a building next to one of the teams just..explodes..but not like a violent explosion; no, it explodes into particles of dust, decayed completely as if it's been standing thousands of years..she sucked the literal life out of it just with her voice..maybe she missed on purpose, or maybe her transformation made her misfire..but it's clear..even though she's just human sized now..she's a thousand times more dangerous if allowed to stay standing...though she has marks where the holy weapons damaged her..her now black hair whipping around her face, covering her bare body strategically with a life all its own..
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Posted: Thu Jan 27, 2005 11:46 pm
Hiro's first thought is that the beauty of the woman before him couldn't be matched. The second, was that he'd love to have her alone for ten minutes. The third, far less perverted thought was something along the lines of, 'Aw, crap.'
Before he starts with the heal spells again, one, right after the other. He's got a mass of them stored, and he's probably going to end up using them all before he's done. Of course, there's a momentary delay, before all of the spells hit them at once, and he's grumbling.
"Damn spell-delay! I've been nerfed!"
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Posted: Thu Jan 27, 2005 11:46 pm
He winced and covered his mouth and nose against the dust flowing through the streets now after the building had disintegrated. One-handed, he continued firing the Justice Desert Eagle toward the enemy, aiming for the monster's head.
From points all around the city, long-distance Cure and Cura spells are being hurled endlessly at the monster, the cumulative effects of about 150 such spells smashing repeatedly into it, as those without the ability to heal continue using their standard weaponry.
Everyone stay in continual motion! Don't stay in one spot or you'll get cut down. Fire and move, fire and move!
Following his own order, he stood up from behind the shop and traversed across the street, firing the last three rounds in his clip and ducking into the adjacent alleyway to reload.
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Posted: Thu Jan 27, 2005 11:51 pm
Being hit in rapid succession, she appears to become weaker..her body doesn't change, but her aura dims with every spell that collides with her physical form. At one point, she flashes, and vanishes...as if she's been destroyed..but the choked cry of a running civilian straggler makes it apparent she hasn't gone...she kisses the poor girl..and it might be kind of a sexy sight if the girl she's kissing didn't dry up into a dead soulless husk. Some of the color returns to her aura as she does this..well, it's apparent now that she can't heal herself except by using drain magic..but it wasn't a drain spell at all..it's something a lot more sinister..and a LOT more powerful. But even as she does this, she points at one of the teams of healers, and red skulls flash around them all as she strikes with a Lv. 5 death..those within the rank necessary will fall while others will just blow it off..those are the circumstances for such an art, of course.
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Posted: Fri Jan 28, 2005 12:04 am
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Posted: Fri Jan 28, 2005 9:45 am
Edora looks at the Gunblade, then at Seifer.
I'm not supprised you don't remember. I'm Edora Kramer, Cid and Edea's kid. I've been in hiding since my mother was taken over. I was comming back to Garden to do some catch up on my SeeD training, and walk into all this!
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Posted: Fri Jan 28, 2005 12:36 pm
..Edora? He frowned, lowering the Gunblade and taking a better look at you..He reached out with a gloved hand, wiping some of the dirt and soot off your face, suddenly grinning widely.. Hyne's Will, It's good to see you, little sis! He pulled you close for a hug, laughing softly, happier then he'd been in some time.. You sure picked a hell of a time to drop by..
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Posted: Fri Jan 28, 2005 12:59 pm
Edora smiles, hugging her big brother and laughing a bit.
I heard Mom was all right, so I guess I thought this was the best place to come out at. I have seen her yet, or anyone else.
She looks around at the fighting, though it seems that is was worse earlier.
I sure did. What happened. I tried to get to Garden, but I couldn't get to it. I couldn't get hold of anyone on the way here from Centra, so I knew something was wrong.
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Posted: Fri Jan 28, 2005 1:01 pm
Of course ma's okay, she's got me around. He grinned, the grin faltering as you mention the fighting.. Yeah, they got the communication lines pretty early on..
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Posted: Fri Jan 28, 2005 1:16 pm
Edora spins one pistol in her hand, still alert as she looks around.
You mean to tell me, that the Garden was INVADED?! How could they do that? That was, is, our home. The Galbadians have always been a group of idiots, but this takes the cake!
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