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 Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2011 12:17 pm
Salem.
“Indeed it could, Poison,” Salem agreed, with a smile and an attempted wink that consisted of his stitched-over socket twitching. “It could be myself, as well, but you know and old Salem knows it isn't either of us.”
Salem was about to say more when the lights flickered and extinguished altogether. “And now you see! Now you see why I attend this dreadfully boring human affair! Brace yourself.” The dark man in the tattered costume pivoted on his bootheels with lightning speed as the doors imploded and the people started screaming. Finally! Finally all of this minutae and monotony came to boil into some form of sense. Now the heart-sucker stood before them, in all of his brutally powerful glory. Salem couldn't helped but admire him, for a moment, at the ease with which he took his first victim's life-essence. If nothing else, if not even a majin, the man had mastered that which Salem had not even attempted yet. Even monstrosity could become something like an art.
His admiration soured, though, as the thing turned upon familiar faces. That mononoke... that was the wisewoman from the tavern, those few nights that seemed like weeks ago. Amicable enough, that one, and such a sense of nostalgia she'd brought to him! No, no, he didn't think he liked that at all, watching an acquaintance die so quickly, so unavoidably, and he prepared himself to launch into motion, to repay this thing twofold for its incredible disrespect, for its AUDACITY to bring harm to ANYTHING related to Salem. It never occurred to him that he might be biting off far more than he could ever hope to chew.
Thankfully, someone stepped in before him. The reaper he'd glanced at in passing, but made no note of, had knocked the man around like he was no more than a ragdoll. Either extremely great power had met extremely great power, or Salem had vastly overestimated the strength of this new thing that attacked. He'd place his bets upon the latter, lay down his cards, and see what the dealer would bring to play.
“I'm afraid I must be off. Goodbye, dear Poison.” Salem bowed again, a silly gesture that would be lost in the half-light of the darkened ballroom, and added, “'Till next we meet.”
With that, he hurried off, his boots clomping as he ran for the first time in months. He considered, briefly, going to Orpheus. That was who he cared about at this party, right? That was his friend? The one he should be worried about? But Orpheus had Phil to worry over and protect, and Salem's friend had the damnedest way to find trouble regardless. He would find his way into the thick of things eventually. So Salem turned, instead, to the reaper he assumed was the more agreeable one, this Sibelius, and set his course there instead.
“Old Salem has no life to lose and no heart to give, his body's ruined and his mind's none too sound,” said the one-eyed witchie as he approached, laughter in his voice and maniacal joy in his eyes. Even as he walked, he slit his palm with a taloned thumb, sickly hot blood pouring down his finger, red at first, running slowly to black. “Let's show this most impolite interloper what for, hmmm?”
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2011 12:27 pm
Once they were out on the floor, his eyes darting from one dancer to the next, it was fairly easy to fall into a nice rhythm, surprising himself in how quickly he picked up the steps. He offered Graveyard a small, hesitant smile as they moved together, most of his nervousness slowly fading away as they danced together, his eyes not bothering to stray much to others. At her words he offered her a slightly larger smile, crimson eyes hooded.
"Thank..." he trailed off as the lights began to flicker, his yes snapping towards the ceiling as he stilled, that same sense of foreboding coming over him again. "Something's comi--"
He was cut off by the doors exploding inwards, instinctively shifting so that he stood in front of Graveyard, watching warily, his hand slipping immediately to the pommel of his sword. His eyes widened in shock as he watched a Reaper steal and consume the heart of one of the girls in attendance. It couldn't be... There was no way that the Reapers would allow a majin to join their ranks, was there? Or had this thing at one point in time actually been a human?
His eyes snapped to Graveyard at her cry, drawing his sword and turning to face the enemy that had presented itself... Only be practically barreled over, skidding across the floor, his sword clattering to the ground a few feet away. His head whipped around, eyes widening when he saw Graveyard in the thing's clutches. He moved quickly, scrambling for his sword and climbing to his feet and bolting towards her in attempt to block the blow; too late, he was going to be too late...
Suddenly the man from before, the one that had been looking at him earlier, was there, blocking the blow and causing Cruor to skid to a halt, eyes narrow as he shifted, circling around towards Graveyard. As she stood he reached out to her, gripping her shoulder with his free hand, his eyes wide as he looked her over, analyzing her injuries. He'd been too slow, too distracted, and she had almost lost her heart because of him.
"Are you hurt? I'm sorry... I was not fast enough." He breathed, swallowing thickly before he turned towards the man from before, his eyes narrowing; there was no way he was going to let this... Thing get away with this. "I need to help destroy this thing."
That said Cruor looked at Graveyard for a long moment, giving her arm a small, reassuring squeeze before he turned and moved to stand next to Sibelius, his sword elongating and becoming less elegant, something closer to a great sword. His eyes narrowed a little at the majin that made himself known, but he resigned himself to accepting his assistance. If he was there to help against this threat then he supposed that he could tolerate his assistance... For now.
"Graveyard... You need to get out of here. I won't be able to fight and protect you at the same time."
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2011 12:53 pm
Everything happened so fast. One minute Kalypso was making sure Cedar and the girl with blue hair was ok and the next thing she knew the lights turned off and the music stopped. Kalypso didn't like the lights coming off and being in total darkness she grabbed the arm of the person that was next to her and held on.
When the doors to the ballroom flew opened Kalypso saw the must horrifying scene. She heard about the murders even saw a dead body before but never did she actually witness someone's heart being eaten. All she remembered after that was screaming and then everything went black. She had fainted in Xerxes arms.
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2011 2:30 pm
There was a quirk of a small smile playing at the corner of Lea's lips as the concerned expression on his face began to gradually smooth out at the knowledge that both Cedar and the blue-haired girl were alright as they had reassured that they were. A knight? He certainly was no knigh... That train of thought was cut short when the lights suddenly went out and all was still, save for the hushed whispers of the many around them. A surprise event for the evening? He flicked his ears, eyes narrowing slightly as he remained where he was. He couldn't believe that he had been so focused on the ball the entire evening that he had cleanly forgotten about the murders that still took place despite the authorities' best efforts.
A scream that drew everyone's attention next to the reaper who gave all that were present a macabre demonstration of how a witch's heart was 'cut out' by his scythe and then promptly... ate it.
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There was a sick feeling in Lea's stomach now. Was that... man a human or a majin? That... was something that only witch-eaters did right? And if so, why is it that a reaper, one who was tasked with hunting down witch-eaters, was consuming a witch's heart right before them? So many questions that had been formulated in his head within such a short span of time and yet none that he had the answers to.
Moving quickly to put himself between the fighting as well as the girls, his expression was grim when he took in the sight of Kalypso who had passed out in Xerxes' arms. Among the five of them, at least three, including himself, he already knew were witchlings and this was definitely something that was beyond their abilities. This was no mock fighting session like what they had at the academy. People could actually bleed and die right here, right now. "We need to go." A sideway glance to check on the situation found the raven-haired male he had spotted earlier in the evening fending off the reaper and thwarting his intention of claiming his next victim's witch heart. "... I don't suppose your... partner will wish for you to get involved, Miss?" He posed to the lady in the wine red dress.
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2011 2:42 pm
Sibelius liked how roused some of the participants of this decadent ball became at the prospect of a fight. His steely eyes flicked towards the form of Cruor standing up and taking his place by his side, and a sly grin curved on his mouth. "Typical Blackheart," he laughed. He seemed in good spirits for someone who just watched something horrible. "Always showing off for the ladies in front of your superiors!" His face hardened as the fallen reaper recovered himself from the mess of tables, and seemed to ignite with all the mixed magic he had devoured. Fire sparked off him, shadows played beneath him, and a strange sound emanated from him, as well as a turmoil of other things too fast and difficult to identify.
"Take a good, long look at our fallen brother." he said grimly. "He was truly a glutton. Let's show him what it means to defy the will of Poena Privus!" Sibelius knew this was only partially true. He knew there was no coming back for this one. Was it his fault, though? Partially, yes, but mostly, no. It was simply...that he was too weak-willed to maintain another magical heart besides his own. It tore him apart, and made him lust for more. Well, he did volunteer. He knew it was for the greater good.
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He could hear words being spoken. Was it english? Was this a human language? Shut them up! Shutupshutupshutupshutup! Stop with this madness!
The man screamed, he roared. Why won't they shut up!? All these feelings, all these sparks of power... Burning him alive inside. Perhaps if he used them..perhaps if he fed them, they would be silenced. More. More lives. More hearts. More! MORE! MORE!!
What once was a reaper was now truly, truly a monster. The monster laughed madly, staggering forward, launching himself suddenly at the two men before him, as if to strike. To maim, to kill...anything he could. He was too hot to get close to...even being near him made one's skin feel like it was burning, and the sound coming from his laughs and yells was painful to hear. He raised the scythe, too consumed now to even remember to change it into another weapon, and began slicing and hacking blindly and madly wherever he went. Students, teachers, knights, citizens, he didn't care. He wanted to eat all of them.
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✰★✰ Hᴏʀʀᴏʀ ♥ Mᴇɪᴅᴏ ✰★✰ 
Ruria had only just reached to accept Azra'iel's hand to dance when the doors had burst open, nearly mangling several students on their path to crash into the farthest wall. She had his fingers held gently in hers as she froze, watching in horror as a student had her heart eaten almost right in front of her. She had even seen this girl in the halls every day, and now.... She couldn't take her eyes off of what was happening. It came to her in slow motion, triggering some horrible feeling she was not used to in her heart. She watched, petrified, as the monster of a man tried to do the same thing to the woman she had spoken to only a few days before. It was then that she was triggered to move, but she only managed a reach of her hand towards the scene, before a man she had not yet noticed had saved her.
He was a reaper as well, she could tell...or some sort of blackheart, perhaps. Stay and help, or go? Her grip on Az's fingers had become painfully tight during this. "I want to stay!" she cried. Every bone in her body told her to flee, to run and never look back, and yet one small cry kept telling her to stay. To watch, to learn. Helping them? She feared that her magic wouldn't be enough. She was, afterall, just a witchling....
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2011 2:51 pm
Castle Ballroom
He was fine with waiting, it was perfectly fine. It wasn't like he really wanted to dance anyways. He knew that had never actually been one of his strengths and he generally avoided it. So he probably looked like a fool, all done up but no partner to dance with, and he flat out refused to ask Ophelia. He still firmly believed she ought ot be in bed and asleep. Or resting at the least. Not at this overly done affair of a dance. There was an air of anticipation, an air of tension that hung around the whole castle. As if everything was just waiting, waiting to happen. Once everything was set, something would happen. The ball was merely a catalyst for this event to happen. Crossing his arms, Theo leaned against a pillar to wait it out. Personally, he felt the ball was something that had brought about the event of the last few nights.
"No, it's necessary." Theo smiled ruefully, regarding his mentor over his shoulder. The warmth of Kyu's hand was somewhat comforting on his shoulder as they stood together for a brief moment before the light flickered.Once twice, then it went out. Theo frowned an summoned a fire ball for illumination, blue flames glowing eeriely in the darkness but the moment was brief as doors burst open in a spectacular movement, flying out of the frame as a figure entered the hall. Theo could feel himself tensing almost immediately. There was something distinctly sinister about him, something Theo couldn't quite place. Then he knew. The air of someone gone mad, someone who had lost the one thing that made him human. Then the screams. The screams of someone utterly terrified silence. Just like that. The man had done the unforgivable; he had taken an innocent's heart. He was breaking all the rules that Reapers and Black Hearts lived by. But it happened so fast, they didn't have time to react. Then Graveyard. He had moved on to Graveyard, his hands curling round her neck. The scythe flashed as it came down before a lound clash of metal upon metal stopped it from actually killing the wolf mononoke. He couldn't just stand there anymore. Theo pushed off the pillar and headed towards the fray.
If he was being reckless, so be it. But he couldn't, he simply could not just stand there and watch as people around him died. Not if he could help it. His lips set in a grim line as he moved forward, his magic tingling as he summoned it, the blue fire manifesting around him and glowing in the darkness.
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2011 3:31 pm
The conversation between himself and the green eyed girl ceased when the lights died and he found himself glancing around toward where they had all been lit up so brightly moments ago... and then toward the doors as they came crashing open. What happened next was like a scene right out of a terrible story as a girl about his age was attacked, her heart... removed? It was something he'd always feared doing himself on accident but never before had he actually seen a heart taken... it was far different from, far worse then he could have possible dreamed. It would seem though that a single heart wasn't enough though as the man started to lunge at other people... He watched as another man stepped out forward to face off against the madman, striking out at him with a powerful attack... one that he seemed just to shrug off. Strange... they both appeared to be reapers from the looks of the weapons they carried but instead of hassling majin they were fighting it out with each other. The man voice was suddenly calling out to those gathered, telling them, in no simple terms, to leave ifthey didn't want to get caught up in the fight.... or to stay if they wanted to get caught up in it. Personally he was all for leaving, he was a student still, his magic wasn't anything worth writing home about since he was still in training. If he were alone he'd leave... but he wasn't, he was with the girl that he'd been talking with for some time and honor dictated that, while she might be stronger then he was, he was a man and it was a man's job to protect a woman. A principle that he'd been raised with. As such he did what came naturally to him, Uaithne put himself between the danger and Rosel. She'd been kind enough to accompany him tonight, to talk with him, catch him up on what was going on, and even spoke of how she'd been looking for a sweetheart tonight. He didn't want to see her hurt even if he still didn't know her name, "We should go." He told her, glancing from side to side, trying to find an exit, one they could move toward, while he still kept himself between her and that crazed reaper.
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2011 3:42 pm
Xerxes ears perked up as he heard Cedar's comment, and he chuckled. "I would hardly think of myself as a knight." The idea that he fit into any image of a knight seemed silly in his mind. His mouth stretched into an amused grin as his tail flicked back and forth behind him. He was glad to see that neither Cedar or the blue haired woman were hurt in any way.
Before their conversation on continue, a loud crash and a scream interrupted the whole mood of the ball. Xerxes jerked his head around, and the blood in his veins seemed to turn to ice. What was that monstrous being? His eyes grew wide, and a chill trickled down his spine. Did that thing just eat that woman's witch heart? But that was a scythe he wielded! Wouldn't that make him a Reaper? Xerxes felt like his head was spinning in a fog of questions.
He saw Kalypso sway from the corner of his eyes and moved to catch her as she fainted. His eyes darted back to the man's position, but in that quick moment when his attention was one Kalypso, the man had moved. Lea's words called his attention back to their group. Go? Yes, going sounded like a good idea. He doubted he could do anything to help in a situation like this, even if fear hadn't kept him paralyzed. He was only a witchling and still fairly new to learning about magic. And he had his arms full with Kalypso. If anything, they first needed to get her some place safe while she remained unconscious.
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2011 3:53 pm
Ballroom
Oh god, what was that? Myra jumped at the sudden assault of darkness upon her eyes. She couldn't see, oh god, what happened? Did she black out? No, there were whispers. if she had blacked out, she wouldn't be hearing anything at all..... Would she?
Suddenly, the lights came back on and a huge commotion went on behind her. Myra turned just in time to see the flash of a man - was he a man or monster? - and a sickening smile as he sated the hunger Myra had wished was satisfied for her. It intrigued her more than it scared her, but then again Myra was a Majin....
The silver haired girl in the group the young Witch had joined inadvertently passed out in one of the mononoke's arms but the fight going on between Reapers that had captivated her attention was more in her face than the happenings of those nearest her. Such power, such speed-
People's lives were in danger, weren't they? So why was she just standing there as if the scene before her was just like a movie on a screen? Was it because everything was so surreal or was it because danger was too attractive to Myra for her to pass up watching such a scene? Whatever it was, she stepped forward and heard the faint sound of someone run by her, telling her to leave.
"No... " she murmured to the voice that had long come and gone through her ears. Myra would stay, stay and fight. This monster gave a bad name to Majin and humans alike and the good parts of her wanted to stop this monstrosity. The daze that the surrounding fear had caused slowly lifted from Myra's brain and she turned towards the group.
"You two boys and the silver haired girl are Witchlings, correct? You should leave. You're a Witch, right miss? Are you going to help me or stick with them?" Myra asked the brunette. Before an answer was even shoved into the young Witch's ears, Myra rushed over to the group as her hands glowed with a faint blue and green light.
"Need any help, boys?" A teasing smirk spread over Myra's lips as she addressed the Blackheart, the Reaper, the Majin she had met the day before, and a blue magicked boy whom she deemed a Witch like herself.
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2011 4:07 pm
Her hand absently rubbed at her throat as she helped those in confusion escaped, the marks from the monster a constant reminder. She only peaked at Cruor once as he stood with the other man, her eyes wandered away. She could believe in them both to defend the room. She would do what she can in the back. Her body glowed with a faint purple as her familiar Savage broke from her shadow. The black wolf looked at her before doing what he did best, Protect her as she aided party guest.
"Please come this way..." She directed again, before seeing a group of 4 students. One of the girl's had fainted and caught in the cat Mononoke's arms. It held her attention enough to have Graveyard coming over to the group and brushing her hand over the girl's forehead. "Take your friend and escape while you." She looked at the boy's and then the girl's, "Hurry please before he notices you." Her attention diverted again. Salem, the Majin she had met earlier had begun casting a spell. Cruor and the Mysterious savior started the attack as did the reaper. Blows came and she was caught like a doe in the headlights, Cruor.....Her hands clasped together as she started weaving another spell. A small protective barrier, mostly good for one protection against a big attack only once weaved over the two men.--- Rajih was caught up in the conversation that when the attack happened. It happened all quickly and then, when the Mononoke girl was picked up and tossed, he made his move. Water magic swirled with blackest dark magic ever. Rage boiled as he moved to stand by the other boys, noticing Theo, and Salem had taken point to. "Let's make a move." Rajih didn't even bother to wait as the monster started his attack again.
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2011 4:18 pm
Cedar was smiling at the blue haired girl when the chaos began. She looked over watching what happened. She stared disbelieving she just saw a heart being taken. And as she got a good look at the one doing it, it all made sense. Everything she had been told. They were looking for just a witch eater, and hos weapon, was gleaming in the light. It all made sense, though a little to late. She was a bit happy now that she didn't drag her group put out of the ball though... He could have easily taken them on their way out.
Looking over at her friends she saw Kalypso faint... The girl was weak of heart... No Pun in intended, Lea had put himself between them and the fight that had started. She was about to agree with Lea when the chaos and panic that ensued the patrons of the ball.... All hell broke loose. While the black heart and Sibelius fought the heart stealer, the panicked people started a stampede to the door. Before she could even get an answer out to Graveyard, or the blue haired girl, it wasn't that Cedar was much for hanging around, but right now her power wasn't much use to anyone, there were to many people still inside. But as she turned to help with Kalpso, someone ran into. Cedar was pushing back, from her friends, dragged toward the door, but she tripped as she stumbled, falling to the floor. She yelled as she tried to cover her head hoping that someone would help, people stumbled over her in their rush.
As she got to her hands and knees, she tried to get under a nearby table. As if she was tearing up already, as she crawled a larger sized male's foot caught her in the midsection, this caused him to fall forward taking out another person or two, and caused Cedar to wail, and cringe, finally dragging herself under the table. Not that the table was going to be protective for much longer. People kept bumping into the table as they scrambled.
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2011 4:36 pm
"Oh, and you're a paragon of modesty?" Cruor countered, shooting a smirk at the other man as he shifted a little, wishing he had his armor an and not his current, flimsy garb. "Just be sure to leave some for me."
His attention was drawn by the creature that had once been a reaper moving in the wreckage his eyes narrowing when he noted the shadows, the heat. It was all eerily similar to his gifts, something which caused him to shift, suddenly feeling rather uncomfortable facing someone so similar to himself. It was like a warning, a display of 'Yes, this could be you.' and it didn't really sit well with him, not when he was so dedicated to the goals of the Reapers. Had he known this Reaper? Had they fought together before? Cruor was jarred from his thoughts by Sibelius' words, giving a curt nod.
"Yes, let's." he growled, his grip on the hilt of his sword tightening before he lunged at the creature.
True to his previous words he didn't have time during the ensuing combat to worry about anyone but himself, to concerned with dodging and parrying swipes from the scythe, wincing as the magic the Reaper had consumed seared his skin. Whenever Sibelius struck out he moved quickly in attempts to slice at the other man, managing to land at least one strike, though it didn't seem to slow him any. His man focus was keeping it angry and fixated on him, at least, if not one of the others fighting. He would gladly give his heart to keep others from further harm if it was necessary, especially when this creature had once been a Reaper.
Suddenly he took a blow from the butt of their foe's scythe, causing the air to whoosh out of him as he stumbled backwards, grimacing a little as he felt bone crack; definitely should have worn his armor. He stared at it for a long moment, frowning as he thought over his options before his eyes widened a little as a thought occurred to him. Perhaps if he could blind it somehow, make it disoriented it would help, even if just a little. Yes, the risk to his personal being was great but, in the end, it could possibly tip the scales in their favor. Quickly he dashed forward, he glanced around at the others gathered to combat it, sword shifting into a smaller, single handed version a he moved.
"Hey! Distract it!" he called out to nobody in particular; anyone could do it, he just needed an opening, any opening. "I'm going to try and blind it."
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2011 4:55 pm
Ballroom
"Got you covered!" Myra heard the Blackheart call out for a distraction and being able to fly was such an ideal talent for anyone who was going to distract the- Well, whatever he had become.
"If I die.... I'm going to haunt the crap out of all of you...." She muttered more to herself than the others surrounding her. With a flick of her wrist, Myra threw something that resembled a green-blue dust ball at the monster-man-thing, attempting to get its attention drawn towards herself. Myra sprung into action, almost breaking a heel in the process. She needed to move, and move fast. She knew how much quicker it was than herself so time was more valuable than ever. Hopefully, it would follow her away from the crowd that was both coming and going from the area.
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2011 5:07 pm
Salem.
Salem paid no heed that he had been ignored by the other man, the Chained Reaper. No time for indignation at rudeness now, though he would have liked to had an intellectual debate with the man on the nature of manners and how they set civilized beings apart from monsters. How could they expect to fight this thing, who had so RUDELY interrupted the happy ball with its gentle conversation and awkward dancing, if they didn't establish a basic rule of etiquette? It just didn't make sense to Salem, and he'd probably be able to go off on a tangent if given the time.
However, he didn't have the time, and he wouldn't lecture, because a vicious monster had chosen to begun wailing and thrashing about while everyone quipped and joked. His kind of environment.
“Oh, dragon-man wants a distraction? Salem provides a distraction.” Salem laughed, a terrible, unsound thing that staggered and slouched from his stomach. How long since he'd had a chance to practice dark magic! Finally, the time had come to use the hex he'd perfected! He'd worked for WEEKS on this one, tested it on various humans and majin alike! He could only hope it'd work, for its intention was to blind and disorient.
His fingers went to his opened palm, gathering blood to their tips like a artist would gather paints to his brush. In a great wide sweeping motion, he drew an image in the air, the blood seeming to rub off onto nothing at all and stay there. When he finished, the drawing appeared to be a crude, terrifying eye, not quite human in shape, that seemed to glow softly with its blackness. It gazed at the monster as Salem chanted, a second, demonic voice joining his own as he attempted to speak.
“With my blood, I write your end! Your eyes will melt, your mind will bend!” Energy flowed from him, giving the hex power as it sped along its insidious course towards the thing. Hopefully it would take hold before the majin girl from the day before got herself killed.
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2011 5:10 pm
Cyrus chuckled at Miusa as she poured his tea. However, his disposition fell when X spoke. There was something about him that always gave Cyrus chills. How could one man always be so unhappy about everything? He placed a hand on Syracuse as she landed on his shoulder, and did his best to smile pleasantly at both instructors. He also kept his mouth shut at X's question. It seemed his opinion on the matter was the odd one out. And as the doors blasted open, his neck craned to see who entered so brashly. A feeling of dread weighed his heart down, and his hand instinctively pulled out a glowing feather. He wouldn't be able to do much in terms of fighting, but he'd be damned if he didn't help anyone who got hurt. Looking at the reaper's first victim, he realized he couldn't do very much for a girl who's witch heart had been stolen. He left his tea untouched on the table as he ran towards Graveyard instead, propping her up in his arms. He placed the feather on her neck, where the man had clutched her neck. It would keep the pain away at least, and the bruises would heal faster. He had to save his more powerful feathers for later. It seemed like this monster wasn't quite done yet.. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Ophelia smiled with weak eyes. She had eventually got her way, after all. And while she was sick as a dog, she was in an incredibly great mood. She even got to buy a new dress((center)) for the occasion. The room was both tense and energetic all at once. It was an odd sensation, seeing people both worked up about the recent events, and people just having a blast. She wanted to dance, and for a moment considered dragging Theo out to do so. Kyu had disappeared for the moment and Phil was gone before that, even. And after Kyu came back, she thought about making them both dance with her, at the same time too! Wouldn't that be a funny sight. All she wanted to do was have fun tonight! But when the doors suddenly burst open, her mood was dispelled. She gasped when the figure rended a witch's heart. Her stomach turned, watching in horror as the man devoured it soon after. A reaper was doing this? There was no doubt he was the cause of all that had transpired. And then he lunged for another girl, making Ophelia flinch. Instinctively, she summoned her own scythe. She didn't care if she was sick, if she should be in bed right now. There were too many lives at stake for her to stand on the sidelines and become another bystander. Her eyes trailed Theo as he too made his way towards the man. She tailed him, being careful not to let him notice her, as he'd surely have another fit. But she wanted to keep her eye on him at least, just in case he did something foolish.
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