Temes was listening as a large dragon woman came before her, the little one knew her as the person who had tied her ribbon, and she was going to say something about Agsil not needing to volunteer when the sound of battle started.
The tall man made of time and shadows had pulled a weapon and was attacking the Gatekepper. No warnings had been given - none that she had heard of course - and terror instantly ran itself down her spine. It didn't look like his attack had done much damage, if it had connected at all, but that was enough to prompt terror inside the little one.
There was no where for her to really hide, not among the stones and weeds and flowers ever dying, but. . . .she needed to move and hide. If fighting happened she would be of no use; that was why she had offered herself to go to Elysian after all. There had to be a place Temes would be safe and she just started backing away from the group and ran backward.
Her steps carried her to where she had been singing, the man from before still there, and even though he could turn on her just as the others did something about him made her feel safe. Perhaps it was that his eyes glowed as well, perhaps it was because he had joined her in singing. Either way Temes was soon at her side and she moved behind him to bury her face into the back of his legs.
The way she trembled was heavy enough that her whole body was shaking, her hands on the back of the man's legs moving as well. A faint sobbing sound was threatening to escape her lips even as she tried to keep herself muffled and hidden.
It seemed as if Erebus and Tomoko's suggestions really might work, Thackery's anticipation rising with each passing moment. He nodded along, considering their party plans as each of them spoke.
"Hm...you're right! Maybe we should hold off as long as we can, and then send them to Elysian just befoooore..."
Something else had taken his attention. Two mismatched violet eyes were fixed on the weapon Henry carried. His fingers twitched into fists again, but didn't relax this time.
"Where did you get that?" he asked, his voice shaky in spite of his very best efforts to remain calm. That was most certainly not a key. As gracious and forgiving as he was, he truly intended to give him a chance to explain, until he saw him reach for the blade, watched his fingers wrap around it--
And saw something even worse than any weapon could have been. A mark. A mark that wasn't his. It wasn't even the right color!
The Gatekeeper of cheerfulness and smiles was gone without warning, and in his place was a possessive King who was very, very angry.
"YOU! You've ruined everything!" The accusation was a terrible howl, drenched in the pain of an injured animal. As the knife was swung towards him, he lunged, its edge barely clipping one of his ears. He seemed unfazed, his entire purpose bent on tearing that foreign thing off of Henry's body.
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Current HP remaining: 299/300 Damage/ Healing/ Defense done: 11 Target(s): Ash
The arrival of Thackery had caused him to jump, any retort back at Ash being cut off with that all too familiar voice. He had chosen to stay silent instead. Not reassure their king, not even reassure the trio around them.
The look in the False Kings eyes though suggested he knew more than he was letting on. Was the Voice able to look out through the eyes of their kings? Were they looking at their enemy through the mirage of a loved one?
Then there was a crack through the air, and suddenly before anyone realized it.... Ash had moved forward, intent on their king. He stood, Frozen as he watched the giant blade move in for the cerberus, unsure truly if he would be able to attack as well. Ash had started it....he had started something. It was no time to hold back now.
He only watched in horror as Thackery transformed into something he was not, Something even the innocent face couldnot hide. Remi was more certain than ever that Thackery was in control.
"Thack if your really in there somewhere, i am sorry."
Remi stepped forward a second after the attack on Ash was dealt, scratching out with Claws and intent to get the Cerberus AWAY from the reaper briefly.
nothingyet
3 to tack
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Current HP remaining: 60/60 Dice: Queen - 2d12 - 6 Damage done: 3 Target(s): Thackery [Queen ability: Overpower ]: A Queen can overpower any player once and send their HP to 1. They cannot do this to another Queen or King. They can only use this ability once IN THE ENTIRE EVENT. This is a passive ability. Kingdom ability: Full Reflection - 3d10: recoil/dmg/heal Character kingdom: Violet Kingdom of Reflection Character's Miasma Colour: Violet Character description:b[/] 6'2" Tall pale skinned Kitsune with blue hair, fox ears, and a trio of Fox tails. Still wearing his outfit from before, basically fancy stuff with a lot of gold. Blessings: 1
Posted: Fri Jan 25, 2013 3:12 pm
Perhaps that it was that he wasn't a sworn part of the kingdom, but his appeal to the singer seemed to have made no impact at all, she hadn't even acknowledged that he'd made a sound... unless you considered it to perhaps be some vague portion of the curious chain of events which exploded into people attacking each other. Bad enough that they'd been told they would be fighting other kingdoms, now they were fighting each other?!
What. Was. @(#&@#ING. HAPPENING?
Normally he liked to at least... attempt to be dignified. ((People tended to assume you had some idea of what you were doing if you looked relatively dignified doing it, even if you didn't.)) But as things stood...
"What's WRONG with you idiots?? Have you lost your minds??"
The little boy trailing behind the king might have been nothing more than a shadow, especially compared to the queen and knight combined, but he couldn't stand by while his King was attacked. He cared little if this small action ended in death. He surely couldn't win against the pair, but he would trade the King's blood for his own, yielding his own life to one who was far more important.
He darted forward, and tried to bite Ash, once a small waif like himself, on whatever bare skin he could find.
Status
Character: Jove Kingdom: Violet - Pawn HP: 40/40
Attacking: Ash for 1 damage
Appearance: Small, scrawny kid in shorts and ruffled white shirt, dark sandals. Hard to tell if he has fluffy ears, or if that's just the way his dark hair is. Most notable feature is the dark bruise on the left side of his face. His clothes are smudged with mud from the bog.
astrabot
Nothing Yet
Bittiface rolled 1 8-sided dice:
5Total: 5 (1-8)
Posted: Fri Jan 25, 2013 3:20 pm
Nothing Yet
What was going on now? There was a scuffle now, high ranking officials attacking the King. The King.. he was the one who gave her a new name, and a present! The broken key...
Those bastards!
Popo snarled, ran forward. With her small petite body, standing no taller than 4 feet tall, she spread her arms wide with her back to the King, attempting to defend him from harm.
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HP: 50/50 Flags: None Rank: Wild Card Action:DEFENDING for 5 Kingdom: Silver/Violet Description:Popo is a short girl with puffy and long red hair. She tends not to talk much, and expresses herself through gestures and facial expressions.
He had barely enough time to stand up, hearing the yells and sudden movements of three of the king's own men, converging around him and a shouting match ensuing, which drove the man to walk forward a little, trying to figure out what was happening to the king. Had he mis-chosen? Was someone angry about being offered to the voice?
Leaning down a bit, he lightly placed a hand on the little one's head, softly petting her as his tail kind of curled around her shoulders, a sense of comfort. "What happened little one, please tell me. You look scared." He murmured to her, hoping to get her to stop crying, breathe a little, talk. Everything would clear up, if she just took some breaths.
"I am here for you."
Rown
its me debz rolled 2 10-sided dice:
8, 10Total: 18 (2-20)
Posted: Fri Jan 25, 2013 3:38 pm
"It came from a world more real than this one," Ash replied, displeased that his blow had been so weak against Thackery. Perhaps it was internalised weakness: to kill something that wore his lover's face.
It would get easier, perhaps, when rage twisted his pretty face into something ugly.
Thackery's fingers and teeth hit Ash, and he tussled with the False King, whose irate nature put the ferocity of a lion into his small figure. The reaper may have been taller and larger, but to this imposter, he had once been something treasured, and that something was now gone.
Reeling from the impact of an angry cerberus, Ashford glared, grabbing for his lost blade, which had been knocked from his grasp by the attack-- but he got something else instead, a tiny thing that sunk teeth into his arm.
Ash glowered, shaking his arm free with a violent movement. He spared the small ghoul-- arms spread out in front of the king-- a moment of inspection. Had these shades been real, he would have called them brave. Heroic, even. If this kingdom were real, bards would craft songs of their acts, the small folk who bravely tried to save their king.
But this kingdom was not long for this world.
"There is no purpose to your existence," the blond said, calm, wiping away a trickle of blood from the corner of his lips. "Do you know what time it is?" Ashford asked, readying his blade, aiming it at the ghostly wisp. He sorely ached for his pocket watch, its rhythmic ticking in time to his pulse. "The end is nigh. For all of us."
Grey Dragon
I am attacking Jove for 12 damage!
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Current HP remaining: 50 - 11 - 1 = 38 Damage done: 12 Target(s): Jove Rank Ability : Knight -x2 melee @ 15> hp - Passive - Unused Kingdom ability: Full Reflection - 3d10: recoil/dmg/heal Character kingdom: Violet Kingdom of Reflection Character's Miasma Colour: Violet Character description: 7 & 1/2 feet tall and built like a tank. No traditional pyramid helm, which reveals crazed green eyes and sharp teeth. He no longer has key laurels, and there's a white flower on his hand, touching the edge of his intricate black key tattoo. He's dressed in Victorian style, but is oddly barefoot.
Crispin followed the dark figures for what felt like hours, though there was no passage of time for him to adequately tell. They strode silently in front of him, almost gliding along the ground, with no sound coming from their footsteps, and no footprints coming from behind them.
Where are we going, I wonder? Crispin thought to himself, not for the first time. They turned a corner swiftly, where the brick was dusty and old, and he sprang to keep up. They had walked up and down old walkways, across crumbling stone bridges, and around shallow, purple pools. Crispin had seen old, glassy-eyed statues peeking around every maze-like corner, perched upon every stairway and garden railing.
He had no idea where he was anymore. If someone had asked him to find his way back to the weed garden, he probably would have remained lost indefinitely. Crispin was starting to get anxious. He glanced around for the hundredth time, trying to vainly memorize his surroundings.
"If you don't mind me asking," he said tentatively, to the backs of the dark figures, "Where are we headed?"
Silence. Crispin swallowed, and licked his chapped lips, as a cold prickle of fear ran down the back of his neck.
"Pardon me, but are we going somewhere specific?" he tried again. The figures turned another corner, and Crispin swore under his breath, hurrying to keep in step.
But as he rounded the corner, he found both of the dark figures standing at a dead end, facing a dusty, plain wall. He came to a slow stop, staring suspiciously at the crumbling bricks. What was so special about this area? Was there something about this wall -- perhaps like a secret entrance of sorts? Up above him was nothing recognizable -- Crispin could only see the silhouettes of maze-like buildings, spires, and crumbling epithets surrounding the area, as they had almost every corner.
One of the dark figures suddenly gestured for Crispin to come forward, as both of them stepped away, to either side.
Must be, he thought to himself. A secret entrance, then? Maybe the wall is an illusion, or something else entirely?
He crept forward, eyeing the wall intently. "Does it open somehow?" he questioned to no one in particular, as he reached up, patting at the bricks to find some kind of secret button. "Perhaps a password?"
Crispin was still wondering on what to speak to open this hidden door, when one of the dark figures pulled a silent, shadowy broadsword from beneath its cloak, raising it high into the air.
"Hmm," he hummed to himself, bending down slowly to kneel. "Maybe at the floor? Is this a test of me, to find something here, I wonder?"
The blade came swinging down, and the last sound Crispin heard was a sickening snap at the back of his neck.
The little boy didn't betray any emotion in response to the knight's words. He knew his life was meaningless. He was a hollow child. If this was his end, it would be his end, and he accepted it as he had accepted this life.
The boy was knocked down by the force of the blow, the sword slicing through cloth and flesh alike. His blood was dark as it ran down his chest. The blood of a dead thing, yet somehow it flowed and that in itself was enough to keep going.
Ignoring his wound, the small child dashed forward again and beat his fists ineffectively against the knight's arm.
Status
Character: Jove Kingdom: Violet - Pawn HP: 28/40
Attacking: Ash for 0 damage. XD
Appearance: Small, scrawny kid in shorts and ruffled white shirt, dark sandals. Hard to tell if he has fluffy ears, or if that's just the way his dark hair is. Most notable feature is the dark bruise on the left side of his face. His clothes are smudged with mud from the bog.
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Posted: Fri Jan 25, 2013 3:48 pm
"They...they are attacking the Gatekeeper! They...they are attacking one another!" Temes kept herself buried against the tall man's legs and didn't even loosen as he touched her affectionately and went about trying to reassure her. She merely kept her face in his knees and her hands on the fabric of his pants. "I'm...I'm scared."
Her voice was so weak and she hiccups among her sobs. It was hard on her entire body, she shook with each gasp for air, and her hands moved the man's pants with each spasm. "I don't...like this. Please, make it stop!" The sight of a small dog child getting struck had her cry out more, she had barely seen it from the corner of her eye, and she shook her head heavily as she tried to just make herself vanish into someone else's body.
The look in the eyes that turned to Remi flashed with heartbreak, the pity of his kingdom turned inward for the first time in a long, long while. He was losing both of them. Both of the ones so important that their names on his lips brought a smile - or used to, at least.
"But! But...I am Thackery!" The insistent words barely made it out before his claws raked across him.
Why was this happening? Had he not loved them enough? He was sure that he'd tried his very best. Maybe he'd given a bit too much attention to the other subjects, all so special in their own ways. At least they proved that they cared, coming to his aid without even a whisper of a request.
Maybe they never loved him at all.
A heat churned within him. A world more real than this one? There was no such thing! He'd made sure of it.
"Henry," he hissed, managing to make it a threat. "I killed you once to bring you here. I will again if it means you stay." Don't be foolish enough to think otherwise, he might have said, were his teeth not occupied as instruments of his attack once more.
The implications were a little less romantic this time.
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Current HP remaining: 296/300 Damage/ Healing/ Defense done: 0 Target(s): Ash
Sherry hadn't been as near as she would have liked to be when things suddenly exploded. No. This wasn't right. At all. It...didn't make any sense.
The King was mad, people were fighting, and Sherry...decided to jump right in and do something about it. She stepped up close to a small one, one who was fighting on her Gatekeeper's side. The lad had already been hit, and Sherry hoped to see that he wasn't again.
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Character Name: Sherry Character Rank: Rook HP: 50/50 Target: Jove Defending for: 10
He couldnt help it even now, the reaction that Ash gave to Jove hurt him even if the others were all illusions. Jove had never been particularly close to the kitsune, but he was a child... and Ash seemed to take no remorse. Nothing was stopping him, even attacking and maiming a puppy. It hurt Remi deeply to see this, and it made him wonder if this reaper was the same way even back home. To feel no pain in this battle, no hurt... it was sickening.
He guessed his words were true, Ash had a total tunnel vision for Tack.
The heartbroken eyes that had turned towards him ALMOST hit him, almost. He felt their alluring power reach out for him, try and touch the other half of the memories he still held. It almost stopped the attack, almost. It was only the fact that he knew the monster behind the mask was looking back out at him and laughing that stopped his descent back into the lie.
Mentally he decided to concentrate, this was NOT thack... that was not jove. These were not his friends, his people. It was a lie. He closed his eyes for the briefest of seconds, and tried to put up a mental blinder across their faces.
If only he could still use his damn illusions.
"No you are not Thackery." He managed to hiss "You might wear his skin, talk like him walk like him. But you are nothing more than a puppet that needs its strings detached."
Remi felt no remourse as he lashed out once more. A ghoul had reached out in front of Thack, Defending him. Remi did not remember this ones face, her red hair not ringing a bell. Was she knew to the kingdom back then?
Either way, he had managed to swipe past the girl and sink his claws in one more.
"You are no king."
nothingyet
5 to thack
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Current HP remaining: 60/60 Dice: Queen - 2d12 - 6 Damage done: 5 Target(s): Thackery [Queen ability: Overpower ]: A Queen can overpower any player once and send their HP to 1. They cannot do this to another Queen or King. They can only use this ability once IN THE ENTIRE EVENT. This is a passive ability. Kingdom ability: Full Reflection - 3d10: recoil/dmg/heal Character kingdom: Violet Kingdom of Reflection Character's Miasma Colour: Violet Character description: 6'2" Tall pale skinned Kitsune with blue hair, fox ears, and a trio of Fox tails. Still wearing his outfit from before, basically fancy stuff with a lot of gold. Blessings: 2
They were supposed to be fighting other Kingdoms, not each other! Certainly not the Gatekeeper. They were dead. If not for Thackary, were else would they have gone? Hung in nothingness? Remained as cracked, vacant shells? Before the Voice brought along the demands for miasma and sacrifices, things had been... good. They had a place to stay, people to talk to-- should they venture out enough to converse, that is. They could remember, if they wish.
Here, they could be more than the dead and lost. They had a chance at simply enjoying the here and now.
Whatever their reason might be for turning on him, it'd best be a damn good one. They most certainly were putting their lives on the line for it. To see Thackary attack the massive man, it was... impressive. If not a little unnerving. He must be King for a reason, sure, but to actually see him become so... vicious. Agsilved was suddenly all the more proud to call him her king. For all his smiles and laughter and encouragement... the guy could hold his own in a fight!
All for the True King...
Pushing herself back into the air, she wasn't unaware of how the blonde wielded a sword of all things. But she had first told her King she was unafraid. This moment was no different. Strike hard, strike fast... and hope her strength and will would be enough. It was not just the man, kitsune, and Gatekeeper in the fray. Two smaller bodies were amongst them. Really. What was with these little ones? Brave... she'd give them that.
With a snarl, she darted through the air towards Ash, lashing out with fangs and hopefully a strong impact that would get him away from the smaller combatants. And the King.
