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 Posted: Mon Sep 07, 2009 11:22 am
"I didn't kill anyone." She said, "Don't make asumtions. If you fight me now, it will just make it THAT must easier for Tura to kill you." She looked at Leon with a hard gaze.
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Posted: Mon Sep 07, 2009 11:25 am
I ain't givin' in,
no matter how hard th' fight
before me looks t' be!
>{Leon}< "Watchin' it happen when ya coulda stopped it's just as bad, missy!" Leon shouted, his anger now bursting from within, showing in furious eyes that were never even seen on the battlefield before. "And by th' sound o' it, yer plannin' on watchin' us die too?! I bet ya went an' laugh't at 'em all too. Well, I'm gonna dis'ppoint ya an' live nobl'woman! Then th' last laugh'll be mine!">{Watch Lieutenant}< If ya just bel'eve, then...
ev'n if th' world be torn asunder,
vict'ry will be yers to hold!
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Posted: Mon Sep 07, 2009 11:29 am
"I was never around when Tura killed." She said, "Are you even listening to me at all!? I didn't kill anyone one! I wasn't with Tura when he killed anyone! I didn't even know his plans! Quit labeling me as a traitor! I didn't DO anything wrong!" She growled and stepped back a little bit.
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Posted: Mon Sep 07, 2009 11:35 am
Amelia wasn't paying much attention to Mel or Leon, or anyone else, until she heard blows being exchanged and fury seep into Leon's voice. She held up her lance, as if trying to use it to divine out Tura's location. Her voice was quiet, but it cut through the atmosphere like a hot knife.
"Don't even listen to Mel. She doesn't deserve our trust... or our attention. Not after what she did."
[[On Safe Mode right now, so no Tektek font. :B]]
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Posted: Mon Sep 07, 2009 11:47 am
I ain't givin' in,
no matter how hard th' fight
before me looks t' be!
>{Leon}< She wasn't around when Tura was doing his killings. That was the most common alibi that he'd ever heard and most of the time it was a flat out lie! Leon couldn't simply believe her, she had no reason to be truthful. She'd deceived him before. Why should there be trust towards Melethia now? Amelia even said not to trust her.
He shut his eyes, trying to cool himself off though. An unclear mind would be deadly, for he was in enemy territory. The loose grip he had on his axe became tighter now, his brown eyes searching everywhere for the assassin in question. One thing was certain, he didn't want to feel that cold steel he felt earlier as his last sensation.
Leon's voice was now exhausted from shouting and also the evident lack of sleep that had shown in his facial features; the red eyes that were threatening to close, and the dark circles under them. And of course the stress didn't help one bit. He only spoke a few words... barely a sentence. "C'mon out... Tura, it ain't a game 'nymore." But of course to him, it never was.>{Watch Lieutenant}< If ya just bel'eve, then...
ev'n if th' world be torn asunder,
vict'ry will be yers to hold!
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Posted: Mon Sep 07, 2009 11:59 am
Isadora bit her lower lip when she listened to Amelia. Although they weren't sure about Melethia's background toward the crime, it seemed that they had jumped to the conclusion of not trusting her. After all, they didn't have the evidence of whether Melethia working with Tura or not.
The paladin decided to give Melethia the benefit of the doubt. She didn't want to pull the same stunt as the Eyris civilians did to them during the Guildaversary. In addition, Melethia was part of the FEF guild. Did they want to cause distrust into their guild after what had happened to them?
Isadora scanned the area, seeking any hints of traps or the assassin. She held her Spear tightly.
"We should stick together," Isadora spoke up. "Yes. That includes Melethia. Look, we don't have time to question who to trust or not. Right now, we are in the enemy's territory. We don't know what Tura have in store for us. He may either kill us or not."
The paladin knew that Tura would not kill her, Amelia, and Melethia. After all, he had informed her that they were the honored guests and Renault didn't want harm on them. However, it was her duty as a knight to protect everyone, even if they were given protection. She was unsure what would Tura do to Leon and Roy. However, she would not let him take another victim. He had already killed seven victims. He would not take any more.
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Posted: Mon Sep 07, 2009 5:58 pm
Javert and Jin walked back in through the front door. Apparently, a back door to the mansion did not exist, so everyone could come in through the front. Luckily for Kishuna, Javert was with Jin, so the new Sage restrained himself as they passed him. Besides, killing him wouldn't curry any favor with Amelia (and therefore Rhys, who employed him).
Ghis himself stood off to the side, next to Marina. It seemed peculiar that Melethia was here well before they were. She knew about the murders AND she arrived here well before they did? She knew something about Tura, that much was certain. But if she didn't know his plan, then it was hard to say just how much complicity she really had in this plot.
"Right. Well. Now that we've all been intraduced."
Ghis' steel lance and axe were now both out, ready to strike or pierce at a moment's notice.
"Le's not waste time wi' th' one-liners an' move forward. Ah sure don't see any other way t' go."
Ghis began walking further inside the mansion (of doom).
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Posted: Mon Sep 07, 2009 6:59 pm
Where ever I wander, where ever I roam,
There's only one place I'll ever call 'home'The Magic Swordman Master Lord, Roy  Roy didn't budge. Not even when Leon passed him to try to attack Melethia. Not even when Mel punched Leon and sent him flying back (Leon's fault for trying to match strength with a dragon). Accusations flew from behind him. He sighed wearily, then turned to look at them. "She took no part in the killings. If she was helping Tura kill people, I'd be dead already. With the hallways as small as they are, we don't have any advantage here for a fight. We can't be wasting our strength either." said the young lord. He began to walk over to the tired Leon. "She has her reasons for keeping secrets. We all have our reasons for keeping secrets. I'm willing to trust her, since she's unarmed. She's only going to attack us if this idiot here does something stupid again." At the end of this sentence, he kicked Leon behind the knees with enough force to knock him off his feet. Of course, with the Watchman being tired as he was, not a lot of force was needed. In fact, a mere tap with his foot was more than enough. Roy then bent down and grabbed Leon by the cape and proceeded to dragging him across the floor. He glanced up at Melethia, then back to Isadora and Amelia. "Since you three are the honored guests and will probably be split from the group, I'll try to keep Leon from doing anything else stupid." He then drew his blade, walked over to a wall (dragging Leon with him), and began to carve an arrow onto the wall. It was for whoever else was going to meet up with them, so that the stragglers knew where to go. "Lead the way Mel. We can't afford to waste anymore time." he said once the carving was done. He would continue to make markings like these on the walls whenever they had to take a fork in the hall or go through a door, if there were any. 
I'm a Master Lord on an epic quest
Hurt my family and you'll be impaled by my Magic swords, you pest.
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Overlord of Night- Shadow
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Posted: Mon Sep 07, 2009 8:17 pm
All were inside. All the pieces were gathered at the far edge of the chessboard; yet the king stood tall, his own pawns guarding him. There was a clear path in the center, straight to him. But only the queen would be allowed to take this path... or, would it be queens? One, though would be a princess... no matter. Terminology was just a way to express himself. He didn't need it. Not now. Not anymore. The time for speech was over and the time for action had come. He was calm. Calmer than he'd ever felt. The turmoil had stopped. The voices had quited. And his mind was set. This was how it would go. They would see his grand performance, his work of art, and then he would tell them everything. Finally, they would understand; they would understand, but they would not repent. Oh, no. They would continue towards him. They would try to kill him. They would try to impose THEIR will upon the fate he had already decided for them. But they would not. They were not strong enough. Not one.
Behind the group, the great doors creaked as they swung shut; a moment later, a thud could be heard, as if of some thick bar falling into place. And it was dark. In fact, it was pitch-black. Although there had been windows on the outside, no light came into this room. It was as if everyone assembled had died and gone to purgatory. There was silence for a few moments. And then a few more. And then even more. And then just as one wanted to scream out just to break that awful silence, a soft hiss could be heard, and a series of torches flared to life along the walls. Weak light, that revealed little but the figures bathed in its glow. Shadows danced across the room and left everything above their heads still shrouded in dark.
And then he came. It was not quick; yet he did not simply stride in, he appeared, at the head of the stairs, motes of multicolored light falling and dancing around his body. Tura stepped down the stairs slowly, elegantly; he didn't seem to be worried that any would rush towards him, for he had measures in place to prevent that. They wouldn't move, they couldn't. They were not to move from their assigned places; this was his move, the only move he'd made directly towards them this whole game. He stopped at the landing, cloak flowing out behind him, and bowed deeply, a smile on his face and a soft twinkle in his eye. "So the little moths have fluttered this close to the flame." His voice was rich and full, perhaps that of one who had once been a singer. "And along with them they have brought a few beautiful butterflies... I love it. But, little moths, even if this light is beautiful, were you to touch it, it would burn you so badly that you might not ever be able to fly again..."
His arms spread wide, and a haunting piano track began to play, emanating from the walls of the room, it seemed, as there was no clear source. "This is the end. This is my stronghold, my fortress... yet, it is also my studio. You have all been such great help in creating my masterpiece... that I thought you might want to see it!" With a grand gesture, the entire room was bathed in light, revealing a sight just as horrific as the scenes they had previously seen. Strung up by ropes, three down either side of the stairs and one over the center, were the bodies that the Watch had found, or something that looked just like them; however, each of these had been carefully designed, eyes replaced with jewels, great soft wings sprouting from their backs, bodies that had been emptied and petrified through some means unknown. "Behold! Death, captured in a beauteous form, for all to witness!"
His gaze turned more sinister now, almost a glare. It swept across those gathered, seeming to pierce to their very souls. "Yet, all the clues I have given you haven't been enough. You didn't understand! You thought I was 'serving justice'! Foolish. It is YOUR job to dispense justice. It is YOUR job to protect the people of this city. And you have failed. Your failure is unacceptable. Last year, during Halloween! Citizens were murdered by morphs! Christmas! Nearly half the citizenry was frozen or devoured! Easter, slaughtered by your own! And during your Guildaversary, you mercilessly killed nine people who were revered as heroes, who did nothing to harm the citizens!" His voice grew louder and angrier, his arms flashing out in gestures and signs. "And these! These are the results of your actions!"
His arm flashed out, pointing accusingly at the fat man who had been on the fountain. "This man raped and killed fourteen women in this city! The black leather clothes you found were so that their fingers would slip off his flesh... he described himself as 'slick'. His Gluttony for the flesh consumed him; therefore, I took his stomach, so his hunger would leave him."
"This woman, who you found in her favorite pose, was a common whore; yet she was not so common. This whore had many sorts of diseases; this was known to her, yet still she took on clients, passing on these diseases to the citizens of the town. Her Lusting eyes saw men and wanted them, whatever the cost; so her blindness now saves her from her desire."
"This man, who you saw in pieces, was a thief. He stole from the rich and the poor alike, taking and taking just to satisfy his own Greed. He was a coward who could not do his own work, so he snuck behind the backs of others to take what they had rightfully earned. I removed his guts so that the world could see exactly how gutless he was."
"The burnt corpse you found was that of a middle-aged man, an arsonist. He would look at the things of others and Envy them, and so he would burn them to the ground so that none would have them. In return, I took his mind; all the wants of the world cannot be concieved without a single thought. He is now in perfect bliss."
"The old woman and the little boy, in truth, were not related. The old woman was in truth a con artist; she gave others potions that were in fact poisons, she would give advice to get people killed, and any who tried to get back at her vanished in mysterious ways. She would not do anything honest; she simply lived a Slothful life off the misfortune of others. And just as they would 'sell their kidneys' to pay her off, so she lost hers as repayment of debts."
"The young boy was perhaps the worst of all. He was full of Wrath; he would kill small animals, the pets of people, but only after slowly torturing them with sharp implements. The last was his baby brother; a child of six months; he slowly sliced the infant apart, laughing while listening to its screams. He was heartless, and would always be so; I simply showed this to all who would see."
He was almost done now. But, it was now the last body, the first death. This one would likely surprise them all. Tura spread his arms wide, mimicking the pose of the woman's corpse above him. "This one... was not my doing. I did not kill her, you see. Her death was directly your fault. Her husband was killed by a Morph during last Halloween. Her young child froze to death in the great blizzard at Christmas. Yet she persevered through her sorrow. She persevered through the pain of being betrayed by her own. Her Pride in herself would not let her give up. But finally, when you killed the Heroes of legend, and gave no real explanation to the populace, she was overcome by despair. I found her on the floor of her house, throat slit by her own hand. She had never spoken a word; so I took her lungs, that she may now speak and tell you your crime."
And this was the finale. It was nearly time to end this. His pieces. His board. His WORLD. He would move them as he saw fit! He would choose their fate! He would shape the very world around him! A peal of rich laughter erupted from his throat, joyful, yet mocking. "Do you see?! You claim to be good! You claim to bring justice! But there is no justice in this world! Death, is simply death! If you kill, it brings more killing! These things did not happen before you came, these people would not have died if you had not come, it is your fault! Yours! You are the ones upon which justice should be served! Death! Death, take all of you!"
But then his expression sobered a bit, and his head came down to take them in. "This will be your last chance, little moths. Survive, and you may go free. I offer only this one thing to you." His hand flashed up, and bright white flames erupted from the ground, leaving Melethia, Isadora, and Amelia a direct path to the stairs. Each of the others was separated, the flames leaving a path to a different door for each. "My beautiful butterflies... your trials will be much less, for I have judged and found you blameless. Come to me; I will be awaiting you." And then he was gone in a swirl of colored light, air before the stairs shimmering as the invisible barrier that had been there dissolved into nothing.
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Posted: Mon Sep 07, 2009 8:54 pm
Amelia held onto her spear tightly in both hands, finding some sort of comfort in gripping the implement of war in her hands. Nothing had happened yet. They had all entered the manor but there hadn't even been a sound of movement from Tura or, supposedly, her father... were they really in here? They had certainly shouted enough to reveal their location...
And then it happened. Amelia flinched as the sudden sound of the doors swinging shut behind them reached her ears. She shut her eyes for a split second, bracing herself for some attack. A few beats passed. Nothing. She opened her eyes. Darkness.
Amelia took in a deep breath, struggling to calm her heartbeat. No one was talking. Why was no one talking? Were they all right? Amelia opened her mouth to shout--call out, let them know she was there, see if they were all right as well--and then as if to answer this, the torches began to light. She could vaguely see everyone, mostly as soft red forms with all the details indistinguishable in the low light, but her grip didn't slacken on her lance.
Amelia said nothing as Tura appeared. The awe was buried underneath a sudden spike of fear and the unearthing of her previous rage as he moved silently down the staircase; clearly he didn't see any reason to hurry along. Yet... she couldn't move towards him. The temptation to run at him and plunge her lance deep into his heart--he didn't look like he was wearing heavy armor, at least--but she didn't move. She was rooted to the spot, perhaps in fear, or in that twinge of awe she didn't want to admit she was feeling at the moment.
Hey, the man knew how to make an entrance.
Amelia released a strangled noise as the corpses were revealed. She could barely focus on them, though, as Tura started to speak.
"It is YOUR job to protect the people of this city. And you have failed. Your failure is unacceptable. Last year, during Halloween! Citizens were murdered by morphs! Christmas! Nearly half the citizenry was frozen or devoured! Easter, slaughtered by your own! And during your Guildaversary, you mercilessly killed nine people who were revered as heroes, who did nothing to harm the citizens!"
Amelia was desperate to shout at him. It wasn't our fault! We tried our best to help! I didn't kill any of them...! Teifi would have... she would have killed... It wasn't my fault! I didn't kill them! Stop blaming me!
But he was merely continuing on. Amelia's hands were shaking as he moved to the final corpse, and when he drove home his point--We're killers, we killed all of them, oh goddess it can't be our fault, it can't be!--she very nearly dropped her lance. Somehow, though, she kept her composure. She slowly calmed enough to realize what Tura was doing as the flames sprouted up. The white flames licked close to her ankles, making Amelia stumble closer to Isadora. When she realized that she had been separated from the others, save Isadora and Melethia, the realization sank in.
He's really going to try to kill the others, isn't he? And not us...
Amelia looked back to Jin, Javert, Leon, all the others that had followed them into the manor. She gave them a quiet, apologetic look, and then sprinted right up the stairs, Spear in hand.
[[Again on Safe Mode. :B]]
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Posted: Mon Sep 07, 2009 9:11 pm
Where ever I wander, where ever I roam,
There's only one place I'll ever call 'home'The Magic Swordman Master Lord, Roy Roy blinked in surprise when the doors behind them slammed shut, causing the room to become in total darkness. He wanted to cry out, but knew better. Just as he was about to use his sword's flames as a torch, the room lit up. Torches had come alive in the room with a hiss. He glanced around, wondering where Tura would strike. But just then, Tura himself appeared at the head of the stairs ahead of them, engulfed in what appeared to be light. How ironic, for a man who killed to be bathed in the light. The others had formed a line so that they could see the murderer better. And then came the first words and dramatization. Where the music was coming from, the young lord would never know. Perhaps in another room, played by someone else Tura was working with. It couldn't be Mel, she was here with them. And if he recalled, Kishuna never followed them inside, so he was probably still outside. Tura showed them something as the room became brighter, and once he had adjusted to the change, Roy blinked in surprise again. It was the dead bodies, the seven slain. The bodies looked different, with the bodies looking petrified and jewels in the eyes, with great wings in their backs. He had no idea what items Tura had used to prepare the bodies like this, but it must have been something that worked quickly, considering the grandmother and kid were here. Then the words came. Death, beautiful? He supposed it was possible, depending on the death. He then looked up at Tura, the words sinking in. Yes, they had failed to solve the puzzle. Yes, the Watch was at fault for not protecting the citizenry. Yes, even FEF was at fault, which was probably why he was to be judged as well. The deaths were then explained, and sure enough, the truth sank in. They were responsible for their deaths. Had they focused more on protecting the citizens, this would not have happened. He sighed wearily with a heavy heart. He wasn't there when the madness happened during Christmas or Easter, and he didn't take part in killing the Heroes. So why was he here? Oh...right...Last Halloween. He had aided the Morphs under Madriana. But he had his own agenda, and it just so happened working with them would bring the fastest results. "I'm sorry..." said the young lord, looking up at Tura. If an apology like that was enough to quell this man's and the town's anger, they wouldn't have to do this. His words would fall on deaf ears. His existence meant nothing to this man. Then came the hammer of his words to seal their fate. Death. Death to all of them. If it was a fight was to happen, he couldn't carry Leon around and protect the both of them. He pulled Leon up by the cape so he was on his feet and gave him a slight push, so that he was a little ways away from him. Then the flames came up. Roy blinked in curiosity and reached out to the flames. Damn, they were hot. If his hand had gotten any closer to the white blaze, his fingertips would have melted off. He had made the right decision to push Leon away. At least he wouldn't get burned either. "Looks like...we're on our own here..." said Roy softly. He took a deep breath, then approached the door that was at the end of his path. He reached slowly out to the doorknob, then pulled it open, awaiting whatever fate he would receive.
I'm a Master Lord on an epic quest
Hurt my family and you'll be impaled by my Magic swords, you pest.
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Posted: Tue Sep 08, 2009 1:32 am
Isadora moved slowly and guarded as the group marched further in the mansion, holding her spear and shield up in front of her. They were in Tura’s territory. They had no idea what the crazed assassin had in stored for them. The paladin scanned the area, looking for any signs of Tura or traps. So far, there was nothing… So far. Should they go to the next room to find him?
Before the group was about to go the next area, Isadora heard the doors slammed shut behind them. We’re trapped! Isadora thought alarmingly. She knew that they would fall into his trap. This is Tura’s “playing field. Therefore, this gave them the disadvantage. However, she didn’t expect to fall into the trap so soon.
Just as Isadora turned around to sound the alarm, darkness descended. The paladin didn’t dare move. She wondered if there were enemies hidden in the darkness or worse: Tura. She didn’t dare move or attack. What if she had accidentally attacked her comrades? The paladin was unsure if they were safe and unharmed. She was unsure if they were missing. Isadora listened carefully, trying to hear her comrades. Nothing. Few seconds later and there was not a sound. What were her comrades doing? Staying in silence would not help them know if they were safe or not. They needed to know if they were okay.
Before Isadora could shout, she heard a hissing sound. She quickly held her spear and shield and stood in her fighting stance. Was that a snake? She couldn’t tell. It was too dark for her to see. The paladin listened carefully again. As she was trying to find the source, lights suddenly appeared. One by one, torches were lit up against the wall. Despite the lighting of the area, it was dimmed for the paladin to see her comrades. Were they safe? Isadora looked at one figure to another. Good. They were all safe and unharmed. No one was missing. Before the paladin could ask how well they were, she heard the sound of the footsteps. She turned her attention to the source as the figure descended from the top of the stair.
“Tura…” Isadora growled in low, dark, and bitter tone. There was an ill venom dripping upon his name as she spoke. Isadora quickly placed her shield in front of her. She held her spear over her shield and took a fighting stance. Twice he had met her. Twice he had escaped from her. This time, he would not escaped from her. This was his last battle. And unlike the previous, he would lose. There would be no mercy coming from this paladin.
As much as she wanted to punish Tura, she didn’t made the first strike. There were things that needed to be explained. Questions that were left unanswered. His motive to his crimes. The so-called “lesson” that they were needed to be taught. He did informed her that he would reveal it after the seventh death was committed. Now that the seventh death was committed, he would explain everything.
Isadora watched alarmingly as he stopped at the foot of the stairs and greeted them. She wanted to scoff harshly when she heard the new “pet names” Tura had addressed them. Moths and Butterflies? So now they were insects to him? How pitiful. And yet, how she loathed him little by little. Her patience calmed her anger. He had to explained to her why did he make this twisted game. But how long would she stay calm until her patience became weary and thin?
She heard a piano playing, but she heeded no attention to the source. Their target was right in front of them. He could not escape so easily with so many in front of him. Then, there was a bright of light. Isadora lowered her head and closed her eyes to block the flash. When the light dimmed down, Isadora reopened her eyes. Shock and horror rose in her face as she stared what before her. She lowered her spear and shield.
“No….” She cried softly as her eyes flashed horror. Hung before her were the corpses Tura had killed, being decorated. How did Tura get the bodies? Weren’t these bodies in the Watch Tower, being examined for the autopsy? Despite how ghastly the scene was, a burst of anger flooded her body. She gripped her spear tightly as she held it over her shield over more. Loath filled her eyes as she looked at the crazed man. This was no murderer. He was a monster. This monster deserved to be punished at once.
However, Isadora didn’t strike him. He still hadn’t explained to them why he did it. Why they were forced to play his “game.” If he planned to strike , then let him strike. The first person who made the first strike would be the first to meet his end foolishly. Let him try to strike the core of their hearts… He did strike. His words sank them hard. The reason to this twisted game.
No! It cannot be! Isadora thought desperately, trying to deny his words. It was their fault for not bringing justice? Their fault for failing to bring protection, peace, and order to the people? As much as she wanted to deny it, she knew that she couldn’t deny it. She knew she was unable to protect those against the morphs during Halloween. But how could she if she was being held as a prisoner of Madriana and her morphs? She knew she was unable to save those during Winter. However, they couldn’t fight against the nature. How could they protect them if they had no control over nature? And the monsters. They came out of nowhere as if they were being summoned by magic. She knew she had failed to save not only the people, but also her own members during Easter. However, she was being ordered to go to Estarcia to meet the diplomat. As much as she wanted to help her people, she couldn’t disobey against an order she was given. That would go against her code of knight. And the Guildaversary. It was Loki’s fault. Didn’t Tura know? It was Loki’s fault that they were forced to slay the Heroes. If the Chaos God hadn’t driven Mika into revenge and darkness, they would not slay the Heroes that Learanian had admired.
Isadora wanted to shook her head desperately. Her spear arm was shaking badly as Tura informed them of the crimes the corpses committed. Her eyes shown signs of desperation and denial. It couldn’t be their fault. They were not responsible for their Sins. Those Sins couldn’t be caused by their hands. It were these victims’ action. She and the others had no responsible over their deaths. These deaths were not made from their hands.
However, the last body shook her badly. The paladin shook her head violently. No! The woman’s death couldn’t be their fault! How could the woman’s death be their fault? Tura said he found the body. What made him think that her death was caused by them? There could be other explanations that would lead the woman to commit suicide. So why should they take the blame? Her fist clutched so tightly that they turned white as Tura let out a mocking laugh.
“NO! You’re wrong!” Isadora shouted back, snapped out in anger. “We don’t deserve the punishment for the crimes we didn’t commit! A crime that we have no power to control! Even if we failed to protect those who are in need of help, we did the best we can! We are merely humans! Not Gods, Goddess, or Saints! We don’t have the power to perform miracle for every single being! Despite how much we are unable to save those in need, we still try our best to help out as much as we can. We become the protectors of our land and people because we want to help them; not punish them! We do not use our power to abuse the law! We use them to make the situation fair for everyone! To use them to aid those who need our protection and order! Don’t tell us how to use justice! What you did was not justice! It’s murder! You’re not only a murderer! You’re a monster!”
Isadora breathed deeply and harsh as she watched Tura trying to calm himself with hatred. Never had she felt so angry before, even during her battle against Loki. How dared he accuse them of performing poorly to protect their people. That they were “blind” to see these “unknown” crimes. Was it their fault if they were humans? It was liked she said before; they were merely humans. They did their best to perform their duty as the arm of justice. Even if they failed to help those in need, they worked harder so it wouldn’t happen again. If they were to be punished, Isadora would make sure she would bring Tura with her. She didn’t care if she were to be damned for the crimes she didn’t commit. And if she did, then let Saint Elimine smite her with justice.
As Isadora was about to charge and attacked Tura, there were bursts of white fire appeared. Isadora held back as she looked at her surrounding. She was bumped by Amelia. The paladin steadied the General. So Amelia was with her. She checked around again and saw Melethia was with them too. But what about Roy and the Watch? Somehow, each individual was being separated by the flame. The paladin prayed for their safety. Whatever Tura had in stored for them, she knew they would survive. They survived far worse than what he gave them. But what about her, Amelia, and Melethia? Why weren’t they separated like the others were? Were they still the honored guests Tura informed her?
She then heard Tura spoke to them. A bit of confusion appeared in her face. Their trail would be less punishable than the others? They were found blameless for the crimes? No. It couldn’t be. She was to blame more than the rest. She had failed her job as the knight. How could she be found blameless if she had failed to protect those who seek help?
No. This isn’t the time to feel guilty. Isadora thought as she gripped her spear. She had prayed to Saint Elimine countless times, asking for forgiveness and to redeem her sins. The paladin had been feel guilty of taking the lives of others. Now, she would seek guidance to not only to overcome her guilt, but also to help her become a better person.
With determination flowing inside her and anger flushed out, Isadora began to charge up the stair along with Amelia and Melethia. She held her spear in her hand. Her other hand placed over the hilt of her sword as her shield hung secured around her lower arm.
Isadora had chosen to become a knight because she wanted to protect the land and the people she loved. And if she failed as a knight, then she would ask Saint Elimine for forgiveness just like she did for her sins of taking lives. The paladin would repent her sins for her failures. And to begin a new start as a knight and to redeem herself, she would have to stop Tura. This time, she would not fail as a knight.
Tura, if you believe in Goddess or Saint, Isadora thought deteminely. Then pray for redemption for the sins you’ve committed. The paladin prayed to Saint Elimine to give not only herself, but also Amelia and Melethia protection and strength to go against Tura. Confidence filled in her heart and mind. The paladin felt that Saint Elimine was there with her, watching over her and the people she cared.
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Posted: Tue Sep 08, 2009 6:25 am
I ain't givin' in,
no matter how hard th' fight
before me looks t' be!
>{Leon}< Oh, if he only would have been awake enough to swing an axe at Tura, indirectly blaming his squad and FEF whom he had unshakable faith in, Leon would have come down upon the assassin with a fury that was not known to man. How dare he try to make everyone feel guilty for not being miracle workers! He and his comrades had come a long way from the corruption that plagued the Watch in the earlier days. They'd come a long way from the bribes and the scandals. They had come a real long way from how they used to be.
But the axe wielder hadn't the strength to charge him, and he was at his limits. He had no time nor energy to protest a single word, but he knew that Tura was all wrong. He had to be. He was clearly stating things that were circumstantial, and probably more word-twisting to turn the group against each other or even themselves. Guilt-induced suicide. That'd sure amuse that complete monster, wouldn't it, to see the Watch and FEF turn their own blades on themselves so then he could graciously mutilate them. It's not like Leon would give Tura the satisfaction.
Because of his lack of physical strength though, Leon couldn't even resist being separated from the others. There was no way out. All doors and windows were closed, so no way to even send a note to the outside. He didn't believe for a second he failed Eyris. He'd loved his new home more than anything and kept the one vow he made ever since joining Dan and Company. I will not abandon this place, no matter what. I will not become a deserter. Eyris is my only home, wrong or right. If things are right, I'll keep them right, and if they're wrong... I'll make them right.
There was no guilt, only anger that Tura was once again twisting things. He had to be. And they had told the citizens that the Heroes were serving Loki. He and Magnet had acted as couriers to spread the news even! False truths, false truths all of them, false. They were not to blame for being human. Surely not.
Leon blinked at the room he was in, the one he'd been taken to after a nudge from Roy to at least get him standing. He'd deal with the redhead for knocking him back earlier... but now he had an enemy to face, likely. He had to focus as much as a tired mind could.>{Watch Lieutenant}< If ya just bel'eve, then...
ev'n if th' world be torn asunder,
vict'ry will be yers to hold!
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Posted: Tue Sep 08, 2009 7:14 am
The bodies Melethia saw didn't disturb her one bit. That is until the last one. She had seen that woman in the town. That one stuck out in her mind for some reason. She tried her best to shrug it off, but that woman was still a thought in her mind.
"Foolish. It is YOUR job to dispense justice. It is YOUR job to protect the people of this city. And you have failed. Your failure is unacceptable. Last year, during Halloween! Citizens were murdered by morphs! Christmas! Nearly half the citizenry was frozen or devoured! Easter, slaughtered by your own! And during your Guildaversary, you mercilessly killed nine people who were revered as heroes, who did nothing to harm the citizens!" Those words echoed in Melethia's mind. It was her fault that happened at Easter. Once the towns people got word that Asami was linked to Melethia they weren't so kind to her. Asami was the one who had darkened people and those darkened people went and killed some people, the one who even killed a few people herself with her sword. Melethia got alot of glares, some harsh words, and even some threw rocks at her. It took alot of effort to gain some kindness back. She still got some glares and a few harsh words, but no one was throwing rocks at her now. Now he had to bring that back up!? She glared at Tura. She helped him and this is the thanks she gets for doing so!?
"You b*****d!" She yelled in her mind, "You weren't suppose to bring that up! I told you not to bring that up! It's my fault that incendent at Easter happened! I thought I did good by stoping her! Shento was losing control of himself! He told me to kill him! I gave him his own grave and honored him!" With that thought Melethia charged her way up the stairs. She stopped a bit and looked at Roy before she contuned. She wasn't sure what Tura had for her. But she was ready for to make sure she lived.
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Posted: Tue Sep 08, 2009 2:47 pm
"Justice"? Two-ray thought protecting the innocent and punishing the guilty was "Justice"? Okay, now ah KNOW this guy's a nut, Ghis thought. Ah dunno what justice is, but... sure as ale it's not tha'.
If Two-ray had said, rather, that justice was merely maintaining the status quo and that the above was merely a by-product, Ghis might have actually agreed. Not that he ever would've THOUGHT of it--thinking was for pansy magicians--but based on experience, he could've gone with that. But no, he hadn't, so all the more reason to finish the job.
Still... there was one thing that was fearsome here. It wasn't that Ghis didn't want to move--he COULDN'T. A pressure filled the room that was... immensely powerful. It simply prevented movement altogether. If he could exert this much power... well, why the hell didn't he gather an army and go be king somewhere? In any case, it was too late now. Even if it WAS a hopeless cause. At this point, there was no other option. He rushed forward, slamming the door open with his shoulder, rushing into the deep darkness.
(More to come!)
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