Noira continued glaring at Saint Clara as she heard Vincent "Exactly. She isn't augmented against me and I can barely face her. She has augmentations against you though so how do you think this fight will end? Your attacks won't work on her, Vincent. I need you to leave now or else you are going to die," she explained. Her tone was hard and full of concern. Saint Clara just smirked at both of them still but didn't attack again. Not yet. "Why are you here?" "No hello's? Boo, that's no fun. I though since we have known each other since you were a dirty little puppy, you would be a lot nicer," Saint Clara looked at Vincent "Noira and I are pals. We go way back. I was the one that gave her the abilities she has now, the ones that killed your dad. You would think she would be thankful," she said, almost talking as if they were old best friends that ran into each other after a long time. Saint Clara suddenly moved out of the way as black blood lashed towards her. "Oh, what? Did I hit a nerve? Whoops, I forgot you don't like talking about that. You are awfully sensitive when it comes to talking about how without me, you would still be a slave with an ugly scarred up face." Noira frowned at Saint Clara then but didn't say anything as her injury finished healing, at least it looked like it. "Anyway... 'Why are you here' right? Well after ditching my lovely little Machinists, I decided it was a good time to put up my next set of plans. Those followers are loyal but they slow you down a bit, you know? Imagine having thousands of people looking up to you and acting like you were a God. It is kind of pressuring with keeping my image nice. Without them though, I can do whatever. So with that..." Saint Clara stopped twirling her gun and fired it at Vincent, aiming for his leg. If it hit, the feeling would be ten times worse than a regular gunshot wound and it would take much longer to heal due to the bullets being combined with augmentations against witches. She fired rather precisely while still looking at Noira "I want your blood back. Now."
"I know I stand no chance against her, but I still can't abandon you. I just can't." Vincent stated in response to Noira. He knew that she was concerned about him, but his heart just wouldn't allow him to leave her alone to face Saint Clara. As Saint Clara went on to talk, Vincent would listen to her, but still be on guard. However, he soon found himself intrigued by her words. She knew things about Noira's past that no one else did. She even claimed to have been the one to give Noira her powers. Obviously, their history dated back farther than anyone could have imagined. Just then and without a second to react, Vincent wound up being shot in his leg. The pain from the shot was far greater than it should have been. Vincent knew that it was due to her augmentations. However, that wasn't enough to cause the boy to falter. Working through the pain, Vincent would cast a spell that caused black tendrils to appear from his book and wrap around Noira, moving her behind him. If Clara's target was Noira, then Vincent would see to it that she couldn't have her. "I don't know what or why you want her blood, but I can assure you that you won't have it or her." With that, Vincent cast yet another spell, one that surrounded his body with a golden light. As this happened, the pain in his leg would become numb, allowing for him to focus and concentrate on Saint Clara. "Lady Noira, you should leave. We can't let her have you."
Noira wanted to make sure Vincent was alright but she didn't want to break eye contact with Saint Clara. It was a dare. Noira was suddenly moved back by Vincent and she glared at him "Stop protecting me!" she snapped "I don't need protection! If anyone needs to leave it is you! You have a family right? You have someone you care about right? Would they be hurt if you died here? Protecting me, someone who has killed your father and almost your mother and sister and even you before you were born? I can't allow that," she stated. Saint Clara laughed "So cute... you have softened up a bit, Noira," she stated before aiming her gun at Vincent again "You have had plenty of warnings. Good luck trying to suppress the pain of this shot," she said, obviously aiming for his head. Black blood would launch at Saint Clara then, causing her to jump back and lose aim. Noira broke free of the black tendrils (if they were still around her) and charged towards Clara. She cut her hand open with her nail and black blood wrapped around her hand and turned into a lance. She thrusted it at Saint Clara who barely dodged. Saint Clara aimed her gun then and fired another shot though it grazed Noira's shoulder. Black blood spewed out of it before coming to life and lashing out at Saint Clara, impaling her shoulder. A wicked smirk appeared on Saint Clara's face then as she quickly moved back and gained some distance.
Vincent stood back and watched as Saint Clara and Noira began to battle. Though he didn't really like the fact that Saint Clara didn't seem affected by the black blood impaling her arm. She was up to something, that was painfully clear, but he just couldn't put his finger on it. So, before anything else could happen, Vincent would cast a spell, sending out black energy that would wrap around his body. This increased his speed and durability, which he used to appear in between Noira and Clara. "Lady Noira, you're also someone I care about. I hate to admit it, but you've become like a sister to me. You're like another part of my family and I never leave family behind. No matter what actions you took in the past, I will never abandon you or stop trying to protect you." Vincent would say before rushing towards Clara. However, he would cast another spell, one that created a two layer barrier around Noira. This would end up cutting off her black blood that was attached to Clara as well. "Mirage Syndrome" the boy shouted as his body split and separated into five clones. Each one contained a small fraction of his soul wavelength, making it nearly impossible to distinguish the real one from the fake. "Black Massacre" Suddenly, each of the clones would release hundreds of black energy spikes from all around Saint Clara. Should they hit her, Saint Clara would realize that all the spikes were real, which meant that all of the clones could cast real magic, making it even harder to find the real Vincent. Though using this spell meant that Vincent's own damage would be lessened by 4.
Saint Clara turned to face Vincent before being impaled by the spikes. She seemed to be lifeless at first. Noira swore under her breath as Vincent created a barrier between them and seemed insistent on fighting Clara. "God damn it! Vincent, leave now, that is an order!" she shouted at him as she struck the barrier to break it. Though she was strong, it would take a bit of time to completely break out. Saint Clara suddenly giggled before lifting her head up slightly. She glanced at her impaled arms and tore them away from the spikes, same with her legs. She landed on the ground, the gaps in her body quickly healing like nothing ever happened. "That ticked a little," she said with a smile as she looked at Vincent before aiming and firing at his other leg, then his arm. Seeing this, Noira picked up the pace in slamming the black blood lance into the barrier. A feeling of panic began spreading through her as she did so. "You seem to persistent in wanting to die, cutie... Very well, I will play with you a little and then kill you off. Sure you aren't your sister, that mangy hybrid, but you will do for now. Maybe I will send your dirty wench of a mother your head as a nice little gift," Saint Clara explained with a smirk as she cocked her head to the side slightly while eyeing him.
With his other leg and arm now in the same state as the one Clara shot before, Vincent couldn't contain all the pain and numb it like before. His body felt like it had been stabbed multiple times with an hot-iron spike. The pain was so much that it caused Vincent to fall to his knees. Panting heavily, Vincent tried to focus and control himself, not letting the pain get the best of him. However, as his focus wavered, his spells would begin to falter, making his barrier around Noira weaken. Just as he was about to collapse, Clara would mention his sister and mother, needless to say, this angered the boy. So much so that he would fight through the pain and summon a sword of black energy. "Dieeeee!!!" Vincent shouted as he teleported in front of Clara, aiming his sword at her neck.
Saint Clara laughed as Vincent got up and swung his sword at her neck. When it hit, the momentum came to a halt and the blade didn't even seem to be pressing into her skin. Saint Clara just stared at Vincent "Time's up!" she stated. Her gold eye would glow then and Vincent would find himself unable to move. Almost as if he was frozen in time. Noira's eyes widened as she watched and she slammed her lance into the first barrier, shattering it. She moved onto the next, ruthlessly hitting it hard. "Come on. Come on. Come on," she stated. Saint Clara would use her other hand and slam it into Vincent's gut, sending him flying and he was unable to do anything about it. Though Saint Clara didn't look it, she was strong and her punch would most likely shatter some bones.
"All will bow down before me in the end."
The Reticent Harlequin
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Time’s up!” Saint Clair’s left eye has the ability to send out a wavelength that slows down someone’s nervous system to the point that time seems to stop for them and they are unable to move or talk. Time doesn’t actually stop, it just appears to the victim that it has. Saint Clara uses this ability when she wants to do something to someone without them being able to resist. This attack is an auto-hit as long as Saint Clara can make eye contact with her victim. This ability lasts as long as Saint Clara wants it to. This ability must be activated and doesn’t just happen every time Saint Clara makes eye contact with someone. This ability can only affect one person at a time. If she attempts to do it on a second person, the first person will return to normal. Once frozen, Saint Clara can unfreeze the victim at any time she wants. She usually calls out the name of this ability when she uses it, but she doesn’t have to.
Vincent could do nothing but watch as his sword strike was ineffective and he was left immobile. A strange sensation had overcome his body and was unable to move, it was like his entire body was stuck. He had felt this odd sensation once before, when he faced his sister. It was easy to put two and two together after that. This was some sort of time manipulation, just like his sister. What followed next left Vincent unable to do anything. With just one punch, Vincent would be sent flying back, crashing into several dozen trees. Landing on the ground afterwards, Vincent's body was broken and shattered. The bones in his legs were nearly shattered, while those in his arms were some broken. Coughing up blood, Vincent couldn't do anything, it was still a miracle that he was conscious at this point.
Saint Clara continued smiling as she watched Vincent crash through some trees and land on the ground. Saint Clara causally walked over to him then "Oh? You are still alive?" Saint Clara loomed over him with a smirk. She knelt down then and put the gun to his head "You wizards and witches are so cocky... it always ends the same with all of you. You think you can somehow take me and then you always end up broken and bloody beneath my feet... Still, thank you for being somewhat entertaining. The past bit of time I was pretending to be a student here was boring... And also..." Saint Clara turned then as a large amount of madness radiated through the area. The second barrier that was around Noira was gone and she stood there, black blood oozing from her hair and from the cut that was in her hand and slowly growing. The black blood pooled around her, killing and plants that were anywhere close to the pool of black. Noira's wavelength was rapidly increasing as Noira's gaze was locked onto Clara. Her eyes were darker than normal and void of any and all emotion. Saint Clara stood back up then "Thank you for helping me get her to take this seriously..." Saint Clara said, still talking to Vincent. It was clear now that Clara had been beating up Vincent for the sake of getting Noira riled up.
Vincent could barely speak, let alone move his body, but the mere thought of him being used by Saint Clara was something he couldn't stand. He had fallen right into her trap. He was the catalyst for Noira going out of control. So, Vincent would try and atone for it, by utilizing one last spell, one that doesn't require the use of his hands or anything. All he needed was for Clara to be located close to him, which, thankfully, she was. "Midnight.....se...re.na......de." the boy whispered as all of his black energy appeared below him and Clara and then shot up, aiming to engulf the two of them in an hellish inferno of black fire and energy. Even Vincent wouldn't be immune to his spell as it was a forbidden one. One that used the user's body as a catalyst, causing them severe burns and such. After the inferno ended, Vincent would be seen laying there, unconscious and burned.
{Out...Of....Character --- Up to you if this spell hit Clara or not.}
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Posted: Wed May 11, 2016 8:23 pm
"Whether it may be Demon, Shinigami, or Human..."
Saint Clara blinked in surprise as Vincent ended up catching her in an attack. Both her and Vincent ended up in a fiery inferno and once it died down, Saint Clara was surprisingly still standing. Her clothes were singed and there were some burns on her but they were quickly healing. Saint Clara suddenly looked over at him, bloodlust and rage in her eyes "YOU F*CKER!" she turned and aimed her gun but was suddenly slammed sideways before she could pull the trigger. She slammed into a tree then and quickly landed on her feet, smirking as she saw a wave of black blood come towards her. It suddenly turned into a wall of barbs that launched at Saint Clara who managed to dodge them, only being grazed by a few. Noira continued attacking Saint Clara, lashing out at her with her blood only to have Saint Clara easily dodge it. Her anger continued building every time she missed Clara. Why was her aim so off? Did Saint Clara get that much stronger? She continued averting her gaze from Saint Clara’s eyes and focused on her feet, afraid that if she looked at Saint Clara, it was all over. Her thoughts went to her Mad Blood ability. That may kill her but that ability had a habit of taking control of her completely. While in the city, there was a chance she would completely engulf part of the city and a bunch of innocent people with her blood. Noira coughed up blood and went flying then as Saint Clara rammed her fist into her gut. Noira went flying then and quickly caught herself before a burst of her wavelength launched outwards. Black blood swirled around her and she launched at Saint Clara, turning into her dragon form in the process. She head butted Saint Clara we went flying the the opposite direction and landed on the ground. She didn’t have time to get up though as Noira ended up right on top of her. She rammed her claws into Clara’s body, impaling her and causing her to cough up blood before Noira suddenly bit down on her neck. Blood began spewing everywhere nut Noira didn’t let up. She clawed at Saint Clara’s body, trying to make it impossible for her to regenerate and did so while roaring out of frustration. Finally she stopped from exhaustion and stepped away from Saint Clara’s bloodied body. The dragon had her head lowered and she breathed heavily. Why was she so tired suddenly? She staggered then and walked forward before collapsing on the ground, unable to move her legs anymore. Noira growled and continued struggling before she heard a guttural laugh. Saint Clara was still alive and stood up, steam emitting from her injuries as they quickly closed up, including the large gap in her neck. Once her neck injury was closed, Saint Clara spoke. “You are pretty predictable… I had a feeling you would protect that kid over there when I first attacked. You at least have enough sense to know that it was me the whole time unlike everyone else in this damn city. With that, I laced the very first bullet in Maria with a nice little drug that should make your muscles pretty relaxed. Your blood is strong but it seems it wasn’t able to counter such a powerful drug made by myself of course.” Saint Clara walked over to Noira and fired a bullet into her gut, causing the dragon to shriek from pain and suddenly fade away until Noira was lying there, coughing up a lot of blood as she continued glaring up at Clara. She tried to move but her muscles refused. She began not being able to think straight either or keep her eyes open. Her gaze managed to shift and focus on Vincent for a moment. Due to the mark on his hand, Noira could tell he was alive. That was good. Now at least, Saint Clara's focus wasn't on him. The mark would suddenly release some energy for Vincent, though it wasn't a lot it was still something. That was all Noira could do though. “Looks like I win. Don’t worry, sweetie, I won’t kill you yet,” Saint Clara said with a wicked grin. Noira kept trying to focus but the drug was easily beating her. Watching Vincent for a bit longer, she thought over what he said. Would things have been different if she picked another path besides this one? Too late now... things were looking bleak. ”Scratch, Chilia, Vincent,….Miles… “I’m sorry…” she managed to mutter before the drug completely overpowered her and she fell into a deep sleep. Saint Clara muffled another laugh before reaching into her pocket and taking out a device. She pressed the button and not to long after, a craft suddenly flew above the park, big enough for two. Saint Clara had kept it hidden in the outskirts during her time in Death City, that way it was close enough for convenience. Clara placed her pistol away before picking up Noira and tossing her into the craft and then jumping in herself. The craft then hovered upwards and took off out of site leaving a severely weakened Vincent and a good part of the park in ruins. ((exit to mission))
"All will bow down before me in the end."
The Reticent Harlequin
((edited))
Posted: Mon May 16, 2016 6:21 pm
As sako and mort finally arrived at the park they walked around for a bit then sako climbed up a tree to take a nap "well it's been a long day and I'm tired so I'm going to take a nap you know the rules" he said " ya ya I know don't wonder off too far, don't get into trouble, don't get into a fight and if you whistle come help you out of the tree." replied mort as he began to wonder off to explore the area sako fell asleep in snap after the day he had.
Moira and Alice had finally agreed on what they should do with their free time today: go to the park. Of course, both of the silver-haired females didn't expect to find a monkey! The girl with shorter hair stared in minor disbelief. She had seen weirder in her previous ventures outdoors...
... But to Alice, this was completely new. "Aww! Hi there little guy!" the longer haired twin took a couple of steps towards the monkey, giving it some space. "Where'd you come from?"
Posted: Mon May 16, 2016 9:16 pm
As mort was about to venture off he noticed someone talking to him he looked down to see two girls asking him something he pointed to the tree were he just came from and to sako was sleeping then he ventured off. Sako was still sleeping he could hear some voice but not loud enough to wake do to the fact that he's in a park as well so hes going to hear voice as he shifted in place to get more comfortable he fell out but branch caught his foot so he hanged there still asleep snoring a bit
Alice really wasn't expecting the monkey to respond in any way, so when it did, she jumped back a bit. A smirk appeared on her sister's lips, soon giving way to a few giggles. Both of them decided to look at the tree the monkey had pointed at... And witnessed some guy about to fall out of a tree.
Moira was the first to act, dashing under him to catch him (or at least break his fall), but lucky him, his foot got caught by that branch. Unsure of what else to do, Alice jogged over to her twin. "Is he asleep?" She looked up at the man dangling from the tree.
"Looks like it..." Moira sighed. She thought about what she should do for a moment before deciding on a tactic. "Hey! Wake-up!" She yelled. "You're gonna fall!"
