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 Posted: Mon May 25, 2009 3:12 pm
No sooner had the words passed across Envy's lips, then Iden grabbed a fistful of his head, and began wrenching his neck around. With a final effort, Iden tore Envy's head free, and tossed it aside.
Then, and only then did the field of dark flames begin to recede. Iden, for one, felt strong. Painful though his injuries were, he had just fed on something potent enough to more tha make up for everything he had used in that fight. Which left him with one thing left to do.
With his reemergence, Iden felt homocidal. He was still on a high, after having lost his control during the fight. So he paused, and took the time to reload his weapons. First the Gungnir, then the Mjolnir. Then...he hefted his backpack, and opened the doors to Envy's office, and made for the reception area.
The scene of Envy's main hall was little changed since Iden had left it. That was good...for, with a wry grin, he slung the backpack in, and turned to leave. The bag, which was packed full of explosives, would turn the room into a site of chaos and pandemonium...if anything survived the blast. That was an unlikely possibility.
So, Iden took his leave, feeling satisfied in his work. That left him to find his next target. Cerberus' information was now no longer needed, as Envy had been more than forthcoming with everything Iden needed to know. So with that in mind, he set his next course for China.
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Posted: Mon May 25, 2009 3:15 pm
*Another Syn dead, and though Iden has sealedhim so he could not transfer the hive mind, it didnt stop the USUAL process of Diablerie occuring. Random flashes of the host bodies life, before becoming Envy, woudl flash through Iden;s mind for the next few hours, not to mention he'd have now picked up advanced Daimonion. There was a possibility it would even cause him some trouble with his own blood as Baali liked things hot.
If Iden had been marked as bad news before, he REEKED of it now. No one like a Baali.*
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Posted: Mon May 25, 2009 3:15 pm
*As soon as the dimensional displacement came to an end and Iden popped up on Az's radar, he attempted to contact him, Kagu attempting to boost the signal.*
I hope your next stop is home brother, we have a situation...
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Posted: Mon May 25, 2009 3:24 pm
Az would be met with a stoic silence. Whether it was because Iden hadn't heard him, was ignoring him, or was heeding his words...was unknown. It'd be impossible to tell at first. For one, Iden wasn't looking for transport. He was on the phone, dialing in a familiar number. He wanted ammunition, and so he was contacting his primary source of the stuff.
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Posted: Mon May 25, 2009 3:27 pm
*Azrael willed Kagu to repeat the message at intervals, considering the urgency Azrael did not want non receival of the news to be an excuse. It would continue until there was a response*
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Posted: Mon May 25, 2009 3:38 pm
Azrael would be certain now that Iden had gotten the message. Which led to question...why was he ignoring it? It took several repititions before finally he snapped a response off. It was terse, irritated, and distracted. His newest meal did not seem to sit well with the young DeSeer.
:: WHAT? ::
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Posted: Mon May 25, 2009 3:43 pm
What? I said we've got a situation! A Bailey Anon situation. Now if you're finished with your latest target I need you here, I cannot confirm the safety of the mansion or anyone in it until we deal with this...
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Posted: Mon May 25, 2009 3:47 pm
:: You can deal with him, can't you? .....Goddammit. Fine. Fine. I'll be there as soon as I can. ::
It wasn't hard to tell that Iden wasn't pleased with the idea. But despite that, he conceded the point. It just meant he had a different place to warp himself to, instead of China.
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Posted: Mon May 25, 2009 3:50 pm
He has ways of getting into the mansion undetected. He wants us to meet him for a showdown and until we do there's no telling what he'll do. He nearly got Jan earlier and he claims if he has to he'll take Dae by force. I figure the quicker we deal with this the quicker we can get the rest without worrying about our home...
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Posted: Tue May 26, 2009 2:40 am
Eyes so vast, yet completely empty it seemed like an endless white void, Fenrir focused on the Panther's own eyes with such yellow contrast. Eyes burning with everything they could be conveyed through them in discipline form, the creature would find its efforts in vain.
The mad Gael's rage was so deep, so pure and unrelenting that nothing could influence it, nothing could turn it back. This much grew more evident as the Gael threw his hands back and leaned forward, roaring into the frozen Panther's attempts at mind f ucking him. This was the Cry of Madness, and with its echo came a pulling urge for all that heard it to fall into blind frenzy.
Stabbing the shotgunblade into the floor, Fenrir then, as the saphire flames intensified around him, tattoos lit up took hold of the gunblade with both hands, holding it close to his shoulder vertically as he gnashed those burrowed canines.
Thats when they appeared. Eight of the most beautiful maidens one may ever lay eyes upon formed of ethereal spirit fires. Viking beauties, the Valkyries. As the flames still grew around Fenrir, the eight Valkyrie, four wielding swords, the others spears rushed in from all eight points of the compass and with such grace and swiftness, passed through the ice formation all at once, their blades alone real to the Panther, cutting through the Totem to allow the ice to continue growing, seperating the pieces still within the original formation.
The legs all four severed at the knees, ice filling in the gaps to prevent re-attachment, then the hips, then the abdomen divided as the Panther's three heads were decapitated and finally, a spear driven through its back, through the heart if there was one there, so that ice could fill in the tunnel passing all the way through from the spine to the chest.
All of this accomplished in unisen, before the Maidens immediately after faded out into the Garden 'air'.
And thats when Fenrir, made his move. The cat's body was cut off from itself, seperated and segregated. Everything with its own blood frozen in seperate sections. He couldn't wait to see how it healed after this.
Magnum Snipe, the act of his concentrating the spiritual, and in this case the rage energies around, and inside him into the air surrounding the cutting edge of his sword. The process resulting in almost fire fly like lights swarming around the blade, leaving behind them trails of light. That was the cue to release, and in a single, mighty downward vertical slash, he did so, Cry of Madness again being used in second nature with his roar, as a projectile cutting edge of energy was released to cleave clean through the Panther's central head, and continue down the full length of the spine ice again, filling the gap.
Finally, as Roan prepared herself to take greed out of the picture, the Berserker pressed the tip of his gunblade against the ice, struggling to regain enough control of himself as he built up the spirit, and rage energy again for the cleansing blast. Magnum Trigger.
Everything else had been preperation for this, cutting the beast down to prevent its healing effectively and freezing its blood inside its body. Now came the clencher. Pulling the trigger, Fenrir unleashed a blast of energy from the gunblade equal to all chambers firing at once with Rune Trigger. Enough of a blast to obscure the target from view completely.
Hopefully, that would be enough to tear the mangey animal to ash shavings, and keep it that way.
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Posted: Tue May 26, 2009 9:12 am
*It was a shame she didnt see what Fenrir was doing really, she'd have been more than impressed... and amused. But her focus was elsewhere.
The blood was thickening as she simply stared at Avarice. And from it, an awful, edritch scent and aura rose. With Corbin's passing and shift to blade form, it would seem a lot of his flair lived on within the body of his mistress, a self proclaimed god of war.
True, the vitae had nowhere near half the pitfalls Corbin's had, but there was something in this quagmire of vitae that was... dangerous. Dangerous in the alluring sense. Power flowed through it, daring people to drink... and to damn themselves.
Stroking her hands down her swords, she came to crouch over the pool, up to the knees now, her tongue slipping between her lips, serpentine and elongated. From her shoulders, the emerging Karkotaka and Mucalinda dropped heavily into the viscous liquid, growing in size until their back scales were the only things showing above the surface, sinuously gliding through the pool like alligators.
Avarice was enrapt. Unable to move, he had unintentionally made the fatal mistake of looking into Roan;s eyes as she;d sank to her knees, a lavisioud beast, whose eyes had flared and drawn his gaze for the briefest second... and now he was hooked.
He could only watch as the Goddess purred and bade the dead rise. How many had she killed? How many under orders from Syn themselves? How many had she sealed into her sword, and how many more could she draw form CORBIN's kill count?
The dead rose from the blood, boney arms and hands reaching up Avarice's body, gripping him, scaling him, lipless mouths screaming and pleading, and she just watched. He coudlnt move as the bloody bodies moved up his own, bloody fingers probing his mouth, eyes, ears, teeth savaging his flesh, some with fangs, some without.*
A God may not be challenged, Greed.... look at all Ive collected for you. Arent you proud? Are you pleased with your little toy? Is it amusing to you, to look upon my collection and feel it all around you?
*A dangerous lilt lived in her voice as she slowly moved forwards, the two serpents circling Avarice like sharks now, letting Roan pass closer, the swords left behind her. Fear radiated off her, the kind that infected others but did not affect her at all, her similarities with Corbin scary as she approached the technically more senior Syn and cornered him, those eye laden wings closing around them both to prevent him moving back.
Fenrir would be spared seeing what Roan did to him, but not the noise of it. Not the horrific organic shredding and screaming of the Syn as she attacked him, hidden from sight.
When she stepped back, Greed had the most terrified expression on his face... and was also clearly dead. He was still whole, but unmoving, as if frozen in place.
Roan glanced at Fenrir, and it was clear why she called herself a god of war. The look SHE bore, was one of utter lust and triumph, an addiction to this, and to victory. She SMirked at Fenrir, then turned back to Greed like a bird of prey... and devoured him, till there was only ash left.*
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Posted: Thu May 28, 2009 6:51 pm
Durem.
Iden was out on the town. He had fled from the mansion, more or less, after he had realized the truth of what Ice had done to him. Neither Dae nor Azrael understood, it seemed. Both had held him back from doing what he had seen as a necessary step. Iden wished he could share their sentiments, but as it stood...
Ice remained. Iden was acting as a host for his remnants. Having felt the utter revulsion that came from having the faun's words being spoken from his own mouth...it was too much to ask. Iden had said he would erase Ice. True, he could never remove the faun from folklore and myth. But at the least, Iden meant to destroy Ice completely and utterly. It had been an unsatisfying battle...but it had been done.
Only it hadn't. Now Iden was faced with a decision, the likes of which he could see only one option. He would not, COULD not allow himself to waver. Ice needed to be destroyed, and Iden would rather go to his grave than ever allow himself to host the creature.
So now he was seated on a rooftop, staring at the Gungnir. The bullet was chambered, the hammer drawn back. His finger was on the trigger, just itching for the pull.
He didn't want to do it. God knows, Iden did not want to die. Even as he was now, he didn't. His humanity had been robbed of him, which stole every loyalty he ever had. It destroyed his entire worldview, and was what made him able to consider this in the first place. But even then, he had a purpose. Even if it was just to kill and grow stronger, it was more than nothing.
So as he sat, bleeding upon the rooftop, Iden was certain, but he was lingering for just those last few minutes.
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Posted: Fri May 29, 2009 7:36 am
*After ending Greed, it hadnt taken Roan long to shift back to reality.. and realise something was critically worng with her family.*
I have to go....
*She gazed frantically at Fenrir, then leapt on her bike, a portal opening almost immediately which she vanished through. It would remain open for Fenrir to deliver him home, but she had PRESSING matters.
The motoslave roared into the alleys of Durem, scaring more than just a few cats out of their 9 lives as she slewed it to a halt and leapt from it. Boots dug into the walls as she leapt from one building to the other, scaling to the rooftops in seconds in the OLD Brujah way, before sprinting and skididng acros sthe tiles towhere she coudl sense Iden, ignoring the crash of said tiles smashing on the alley floors below as she spotted and raced towards her son.
Leaping the last roftop, she realised it was too far to reach the roof Iden was on, and thsu her wings exploded out of her back in a spray of blood. Blood which would hit Iden, as she flapped once and landed next to him, hand closing ove rthe end of the Gungnir*
You dont get to make that call.
*She looked down at him, then dropped to one knee, ripping the gun from him and pulling him into her body in a fierce hug, asessing the changes she could feel in him*
What happened?
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Posted: Fri May 29, 2009 7:41 am
Bullshit I don't. I've a job to finish.
The fact that she just came wholesale out of nowhere, catching Iden off guard and making him fumble the trigger had him tense as all hell. Now he was spattered with blood, hungrier than hell, and disarmed. He was not pleased with this. But, with one arm completely torn out at the shoulder (the wound still bled), and the other arm pinned by her embrace, there wasn't much he could do without causing collateral damage of the worst sort.
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Posted: Fri May 29, 2009 7:48 am
*Realising the mood he was in, she sighed, rolling her eyes and did two things. She reached up with her off hand, holding him still trapped against her VERY firmly with one potence laden arm, while the other sliced her neck open, just under where his chin woudl be resting. Fresh, hot, POTENT vitae welled to the surface, while SHE... bit into him, sinking her fangs into his neck for a brief taste and thus knowledge of what was wrong with him*
.: I am your Sire. By MY blood you live and I'll not allow that blood shed by your own hand. :.
*she drew back, resisting the urge to spit as the boiling heat of Baali hit her tongue, bitter and scalding. She swallowed, and her eye swidened*
Good god... about the only thing NOT wrong with you is several diseases unqiue to sheep....
What HAVE you been doing?!
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