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 Posted: Tue Dec 27, 2011 5:49 pm
Bailey spared a passing glance towards the others before she followed Roulin out of the office and down towards the training rooms. She did not speak at all. She only assumed that this would be the point where she would remove her collar. Her aquamarine eyes rested upon Roulin as she followed him. How hard would it be for him to control the vectors once he possessed them? Would he forever be forced to hear a constant whisper? How many more lives would they take once they were part of him? Would they be used in his plan? How long would it take for Bailey herself to control her own vectors without the use of the collar? What about when these two weeks were over? Would she at least have some control then? Enough control to where lives weren't lost everywhere she went? All these questions and more plagued her.
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Posted: Tue Dec 27, 2011 6:05 pm
Vincent was amazed as the scenery around them began to change. It was as if they were in a ruin, but it was still beautiful none the less with the moss and different botanical life flourishing in the beautiful architecture. When Phantom said be crushed to death Vincent wondered what he was talking about. Soon the ceiling began to crumble and headed for Vincent. Extending his hands he froze them in mid air. Reaching into his pocket he picked up two small orbs. He threw them into the air as they zipped and were nested into small pockets of the architecture. Rushing towards Phantom, he extended one hand as the ground near Phantom would explode, enough to distract him for a second, Vincent then attempted to roundhouse kick Phantom in his face.
Amara was hit by each rod as she fell the ground. She had a few bruises and her body ached from the impact but she would live. Standing up she could tell that Lucien was activating one of his many powers. She knew that Lucien's brain was complex but she would have to attack it in order to stand a chance. She then took off and ran towards a building. It was locked but Amara soon knocked down the door with her telkinetic abilities. It was a furnished building, just abandoned and partially destroyed. Amara began to take the stair well but flew instead of walked, many of the steps were weak in their foundation. Reaching the tenth floor, she went to the middle of the room and floated as she awaited for Lucien. Meanwhile she was probbing his mind. It would be a process but she intended to try and stop some of the signals in his brain from accessing a few of his powers, she know she couldn't do this for all, but it would hopefully even the playing field...that is unless Lucien had trained his mind to completely shut out Amara, then she would have to rely on something else.
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Posted: Tue Dec 27, 2011 7:55 pm
Roulin turned to Bailey and shot a glance that expressed his readiness to begin her training. They now had two weeks to do just that and for the young woman's sake, Roulin didn't plan on squandering a moment. They were already in a training room that the Life Owl had found. Roulin had become acquainted with the field beforehand as it was grassy and stretched for what seemed to be an infinite. This room...was unlike the normal four-walled room found in some Satan Owl's basement. The ceiling, if it could be considered one...or considered existent for that matter, resembled a clear, cloudless sky. Only the shining sun loomed high over the horizon. It seemed to be noon on this rolling plain and the comforting heat that the room produced only made this area seem more realistic. Taking advantage of it all, the long haired owl removed his socks and shoes even wiggled his toes in the lengthy blades of grass.
"Well, I don't think I'll need to make a field for this fight after all. This place seems...vast." said Roulin as he removed his coat and loosened his tie moments after stretching. Approaching Bailey with no intent of malice, he held out his hand somewhat expectantly. "Alright. It's time Ms. If you're having any second thoughts, better lose them quick."
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"Oh....this place...." When Che noticed the sand, he did his best to keep his excitement toned done. Finally, he could remove his shoes and relax somewhat until the fight began. He'd noticed the dried blood, and it did disturb him, but it wasn't anything he hadn't been shown before. After Sebastian looked away from him, Che removed his shoes and tossed them forward into the center of the rather ornate, medieval area. The gates, which Che did admire, were loud and creaked with age. Along with the dried blood, this led him to believe that the caretaker was slacking heavily on his job. Shrugging it off as he was just here to train, he walked out into the center of the pit and dug his toes into the sand. Cringing in the relaxing sensation, Che began to shuffle the only deck of cards he had with him. There were no powers in this deck besides the five he kept with him at all times. These would remain on him. The others were there to be thrown.
"Biggest huh? Well, it's nice and sandy. I'll give you that. Not too warm, not to cold....nicely lit too? It's definitely somewhere I wouldn't mind brawling in...we should try not to spill any blood though seeing as how it won't get cleaned up." jested Che as he turned to face Will's personal butler. "Heh, alright you two, I believe it's time for us to get on with the show. Two versus one...let's go." Just to test the two for now, Che tossed one black card between the two men. It exploded much like a grenade when it neared the two men, but it wouldn't knock them back or anything of the sort thanks to the paltry amount of aura that was placed in it. After the first attack was sent off, one card slid into the both the palms of the Mastering Owl in preparation for a counter.
(Brain....dead....forgive my bad post)
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Posted: Tue Dec 27, 2011 10:15 pm
(( Tai)) Tai waited anxiously as the walked, however the odd thing was though, he was actually anxious. Tai kept score and if memory served at all, he knew that he wound up in this place by no act or will of his own, in fact...he remembered actually waking up in this area once, he never forgave Seb for that one....
Even as Che was speaking, Tai's fists clenched as he waited for no delay, he rushed past Seb,"Out of the way butler!" he shouted as he shot past his partner at the moment right into the explosion using the smoke to his advantage, bursting out of the cloud and headed right towards him ,"....Alright Che, let's see what you can do now!" Tai was a brawler, unrestrained by the rules of combat or the formalities of martial arts, he made himself one of the most unruly of street fighters, but he was truly deadly using his....hidden tactics, but those surprises would have to wait. Tai closed the distance between him and the target, "Come on!" he called out as he thrust forward with a straight punch, only to feign it halfway and crouch delivering both fists in a low strike. Being this low to the ground Tai kept his feet unbalanced, already preparing for another strike.Kojiro looked at her, she was acting very strange, Rikka was no body guard in his opinion, as she pulled him into a hug, he blushed slightly, still somewhat at unease when she got that close to him, Kojiro looked at her curiously, "...Juice or water is fine.." he said softly, somewhat thrown off by the fact that she even offered him Wine, he looked at her curiously and then turned back to the piano again.
Rikka looked lazily at the dog heading towards her, and was surprised when it swiped at her, without even giving at it a second thought, she took swat at the three headed dog's nose. Not appreciating the dog's attempt at curiosity.
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Posted: Wed Dec 28, 2011 2:02 am
Khalifa Marcellus
Khalifa stood behind Demios as they both looked to Will to see if he would 'allow' Demios to be Khalifa's partner and once he had the Matter Owls attention was taken back to Demios who began to speak to him causing a smirk to take place on his lips. "I would have it no other way, but neither will I." He reassured as he followed Demios out into an open area to start their sparring session, he was well aware of others around them also having a spar of their own and he also took into account that with the many power houses they held in one area that there would be a high chance of others interrupting but that situation wasn't present at the time so he was only focused on Demios at this point. "Oh I'm ready and I guess I'll start this off with a little CQC." He replied. Before he could even finish his own sentence using the powerful legs he obtained from daily training in boxing since he was but a child, Khalifa dashed into a strong sprint towards his opponent with human peaked speed in attempt to start out with a three hit combo. Being fully aware that Demios ability was different from most he had fought and that his companion was able to draw power from the many owls that surrounded them at this point, Khalifa was in perfect tune with his mind, body, and abilities as he was going to give his friend the respect of not holding back like he promised. The combo started with a feint from the right as he stepped in from the left since it was obvious that his right was his dominate and came with a swift and strong left hook, followed by a right jab and ending with a left straight but each blow came stronger than the last in rapid succession.
(If someone needs a partner I still have Jaylin open and my posting is limited so bare with me.)
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Posted: Wed Dec 28, 2011 6:05 am
The training room, which they had stepped into seemed infinite. To Bailey, it reminded her of a scene from The Sound of Music, but she doubted there would be any singing and dancing here. The ceiling resembled a clear, cloudless sky and the ground was the bright grassy color of spring. The sun beat down upon her pale skin. It felt so good. A nice change from winter weather, which Bailey had been forced to endure. The rays of the golden sun kissed her porcelein face as Bailey removed her jacket and let it fall to the ground revealing a thin longsleeved button up blouse.
"This place is more that vast. It's...beautiful," she said wanting to enjoy it for at least a moment before Roulin approached her. Her conscience seemed to be conflicted. One side told her to turn and run, run away from this as fast and as far as she could and never look back. Another part told her that if she ran, she would be running forever, she would be running away from everything even herself. Bailey took a deep breath and closed the distance between Roulin and herself. She looked down at his hand, which he held stretched towards her. "There are no second thoughts. I know I need to do this. I've been running away for too long. It's time to stop running," she said in a solemn tone of voice as she placed her small diminutive hand in his as if sealing a deal that had been waiting to be sealed for a long time now.
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Posted: Wed Dec 28, 2011 6:34 am
((TFP---Serena))
“Ah that is good because I don’t have any wine. I don’t drink remember? I was trying to catch you out.” Serena laughed lightly as she let the cold water tap run for a few seconds before filling to glasses for herself and Kojiro. “I give dinner another 10 minutes…” She said with a small nod of her head before heading back into the lounge….only to be confronted with the scene of Cerbs being swatted by Rikki.“What the….” As sweet as the scene looked Serena knew that a wrong move on the kitten’s part would see Cerberus gulping her up like the greedy dog he was.
Places the drink glasses onto the dining room table, the Vanishing Owl made a swift dive for Rikki and held her up in the air. She gritted her teeth when the kitten’s young claws dug into her skin through shock of suddenly being grabbed. “Cerbs! I told you to stay in my room!” She mouthed and hissed while making rather hilarious hand movements. “Bad dog! What if Koji see you?!” She continued to tell the hell hound off as she ushered him back into her bed room before the young Frozen Owl saw him. “And you cat….don’t encourage him!” Well, Serena was pretty sure that close call was enough to take 5 years of her life at least…
((NPC---Seb)
Well it was safe to say that Che liked the arena and Tai still held a grudge against Sebastian for a small prank he had played on him some time ago in this very arena. The black haired butler could tell that Tai was anxious about being here, not that he expected the anxiety to dampen the energetic brats’ usual approach to a fight. Che made the first move; a barely exploding card that went off between Sebastian and Tai. Sebastian remained where he had been standing since entering the arena. This was Tai’s time and he was glad to ‘get out of his way’ in fact, Tai was going to be the one who gets Che to show what he can do. “Well…..I may as well enjoy the fight..” Of course Sebastian did not really plan to sit around and watch. He would partake in this little show of skill very soon. Despite how reckless Tai was, the kid still showed signs of being a damn good fighter when he mind was on one task at a time. Synchronising himself with the brat would not be so hard. They had both battled together as a team… and spared with each other enough times to know how the other one preferred to work.
“When the time arises…I shal---“ More blood splatter was noticed by the butlers keen dark eyes. “I will be having words with the cleaner after this..” Sebastian seemed to be far more interested in the lack of cleaning that was going on in this place as suppose to the fighting that was now happening in front of him. “Ah…Well, if you want things done you are better off doing them yourself.” With a soft sight the black haired butler glanced back towards Che and Tai. His moment to strike would be soon. Until then…he would continue whining and pointing out flaws that the cleaner obviously had. Three strikes and the cleaner would be out…six strikes and the cleaner would be….
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Posted: Wed Dec 28, 2011 6:58 am
This place....this room was so prestine and pure. For as far as the eye could see, there were pastures of green grass, few trees and even a dirt path off in the 'distance'. If Roulin didn't have to fight against Bailey and train her and her abilities, he'd have offered to lay down point out cloud shapes whenever a cloud appeared. Weather may have not permitted it. If it didn't then this scenery was enough to break the demeanor of the Life Owl down to what it once was. A young man who spent his days reminscing on the memories he was thankful to still have. As this was not the case, he wore his father's scowl and that only spoke volumes of his current disposition.
After Bailey slipped her hand into Roulin's, he closed his hand, but not tightly. When her small, doll-like hand was enclosed within his, he felt the emotions that swirled within her tormented mind. The one emotion, that Roulin fed off of and even found himself admiring and respecting, was confidence. Bailey was ready for this, and so was Roulin. Another power for him and a lesson for her. His light purple eyes illuminated as did the area around the two Owl's hands. Aura was being exchanged hence the glow. "Confidence huh? I like it..." It didn't take long for the process to complete itself and when it did, Roulin released the girl's hand and took a few steps back. Surely, it was taking it's place within his aura at this moment. When the ability finally settled into the repetoir of Roulin's abilities, the young teacher found himself cringing slightly in pain...the vectors were ready to reveal themselves...
~~~
From the looks of things, Tai seemed to be the more nimble one...maybe. Che only came to that idea because he was the first to move. Rather than more nimble, maybe he was the more brash one out of the duo. That could work to the Italian's advantage once he figured out just how abuse it. If the little man was as cocksure as Che assumed, then he'd be fine, but if he wasn't, he'd just be wasting precious breath. Back to the drawing board for now...
After Tai burst from the thick blanket of black smoke in a rushing attack, Che didn't bother moving too much, especially if the raven haired attacker was going to keep on a straight path. As a counter, the Mastering Owl simply lifted his leg allowing his knee to jut out just for Tai. When the street fighter changed his attack at the last few moments, Che didn't overreact. Instead, as his lazy demeanor just wouldn't allow at the moment, he didn't evade or move from his spot in the sand. When Tai lowered himself and punched with both his fists, Che lowered his leg and kicked out. The bare, sandy heel of the elder Owl was aimed just for his combatant's forehead. As a precaution to what the man hoped Tai would counter with if he wasn't hit, he gathered two cards in his right hand. One pure white, and the other as dark as coals...
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"This is great....alright Bailey, I might....I might---need a minute here to myself..." The arms that extended from the four corners of Roulin's back were ephemeral and ethereal in appearance and they were transient as well. Every other second, they were out of sight and reappearing with long, twisted fingers aiming at Bailey, the little girl they wanted to rip to pieces. The Life Owl hadn't moved yet not counting the occasional twitch that came when an acute pain shot through his body. His mind now was labored...his consciousness was attempting to merge with the arms so that they'd be under his control, but to no avail. Looking at Bailey who was in danger now, Roulin began to wonder if he'd need a collar like she did. If he did, then what kind of teacher would he be? He'd have failed her and himself in only minutes flat...
The smokey base of the arms that formed plumes near his back wriggled violently as Roulin fought to control them. One of the four arms shot at Bailey, fingers curled to form a bullet-like jab, but was stopped by a force field created by it's owner. Now it was time to focus. He'd master this ability for Bailey and himself. He had no intention of failing the girl after he'd promised her control. Within his cube, he sat in an indian position. His tie was torn from his neck and so was the silver-faced watched that sat fashionable on his left wrist. If there was going to be control over this new ability, then this moment would be more than necessary. Closing his eyes, he began to meditate. The arms that wanted to feel flesh ripping in their palms ceased all motion and remained outstrechted as if to defend from an overhead attack.
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Posted: Wed Dec 28, 2011 7:56 am
If this wasn’t a sight to behold, then what was? Autumn leaves lined the mountainsides and some even christened the surface of the river with the beauty of their burgundy and mahogany hues. The bridge on which the old, rather well dressed man was made of wood and was painted white. Obviously, this specific hue was meant to stand out in the snowy months. The man who walked the connection between the two small patches of land wished that he’d visited during those months. As a busy man, he wished to see something that would touch his heart and soul. Something that would make him remember just what he used to be. As the man he actually was though, his ideas were different. His being here was out of spite…out of anger, hatred and revenge towards a specific devil man. Thomas continued along the path looking at the young lovers, old couples and their children relaxing in the area. Ironically, seeing Owls and Humans get along in such a way was a sight that was foreign to the Herald of Wind. Because it meant nothing to him, he found it easy to go through with what he’d intended to do before the sights caught his eyes.
Blowing a light green plume of a minty scent from his lips, the pale man first placed a hand over his hat, his artifact and began to swirl his hand at his side. The winds began to pick up and comb through the almost leafless trees that lined the mountain side. From the surrounding area’s reaction, they hadn’t expected wind and in Japanese, some began to contemplate kite flying. Thomas only nodded. They knew not what was next. Waving his fingers more as if he were playing a piano at his side, the winds began to kick up even more and after only a few second, hurricane speed zephyrs were having their way with both the river, the trees and anyone that wasn’t heavy enough to remain on the ground. Most of the people caught by this powerful torrent of wind were children and young adults. With only screams, they were uplifted and thrown into the distance, flailing like ragdolls as they went.
For those that remained, Thomas knew just how he wanted to put an end to them. As clouds rolled in bringing with them thunder and lightning, the Herald of Wind smiled at the chaos that was ensuing. If the winds weren’t enough, then maybe the blades of wind that tore away at the mountain sides would do the trick. Coupled with the wind, the massive slabs of stone and rock that were sliced from their foundation were launched high only to land on anyone unlucky enough to be beneath them. In mere moments, the smiles and laughs of joy were replaced with cries of pain and anguish. That was soon to be silenced. Thomas was not a man of noise…A woman approached him, obviously and Owl and asked why he was committing this atrocity. Her blood red eyes overflowed with tears and he voice cracked with fear, anger and confusion. ‘Why?!’ asked the woman as she tugged at Thomas’s dark grey collar. ‘Why?’
“Business,” replied the Herald almost immediately. “Business. Business I should’ve attended to long ago. Sorry.” Giving her no more of his time, Thomas called a blade of wind from his lowered hand. It sliced the woman at the abdomen, but it didn’t halve her. He wanted her to suffer before she died just like he wanted Will, Che and their band of Owls to suffer before they died. Holding her close as her eyes closed slowly, Thomas made sure that his face was the last thing she saw before dying. When he labored breathing fell silent, he released her and her torn body fell onto the bridge staining it heavily with her blood. As he walked away from the scene, he wore a triumphant grin. The hurricane could go on without him. Thomas didn’t care about this area and only by leaving the natural disaster to run wild on it’s own was just a show of his lethargy. It was time to return to America now…
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Posted: Wed Dec 28, 2011 9:17 am
During the entire time in which Che had them give a moment of silence for those who had already lost their lives to this ridiculous war, Anya remained seated in her chair next to Nikolai. She was leaned back in the chair, arms folded over he chest and not saying a word as per the agreement with the moment of silence. She didn't know any if not all of the people that Che had mentioned in his little speech. When Che had finished, she heard him say that she and his older son Moli were to be paired up in a training match against Anderson and Cecilia. The new Earth Herald didn't have a problem with being put into a two on two match. She had been a part of many in her childhood and past as a part of the UNS.
Anya rolled her eyes, and stood up out of her chair finally. When she heard what Anderson said, she rolled her eyes. "If you've never been to this particular casino, of course you would get lost." Anya replied to Anderson, who blamed his lack of skills in directions for his getting lost all the time. Obviously, since none of the others had been here before, Anya knew she would have to get her memory in gear. She had been here years ago when Che had sent her to babysit Will that very first time she had met him. And as such she had received some sort of a tour from the Satan Owl and Sebastian, so she vaguely recalled where the training facilities were.
"Okay then. Let's find a place without a ceiling..." she muttered to herself as she headed for the door of Will's office. Before opening the door, Anya looked back over her shoulder at her training partners. "You guys coming? Cuz if not, you're on your own." With that, Anya opened the door of the office and stepped out into the hall, not waiting for a reply from her partners. If they all followed her, she would leave them towards the first training area that she remembered that didn't have an actual ceiling.
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Posted: Wed Dec 28, 2011 11:48 am
Bailey watched as the exchange commenced. It only took a few seconds and when it ended, Bailey allowed her hand to drop back down to her side and stood back. Bailey's heart gave a start when the vectors, which Roulin now possessed emerged with great speed and attempted to attack the small young woman, but were stopped by Roulin who seemed to be struggling. Unlike Bailey, who had six vectors, Roulin only seemed to have four. Perhaps his would be slightly different than hers. Bailey's own vectors were outstretched around Bailey like an upright spider, shielding her. They might have had murderous tendencies, but they were also protective of the girl who possessed them. They wanted desperately to rip the Owl in front of them apart, to feel his blood upon their deadly ethereal arms. Bailey refused to fall to their wishes. The way she saw it, she was now indebted to Roulin. Not knowing how long this would take, Bailey knelt down, sitting on her legs and tucking her short pleated skirt under her. Yet her vectors still remained emerged ready to attack if Roulin's vectors attempted to harm the girl.
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Posted: Wed Dec 28, 2011 12:35 pm
((UNS---Daryle))
Daryle rubbed his reddened knuckle as he stared down at the unconscious green slime ball manipulator. “Not worth my time.” The blonde male stepped over the Japanese guy and made his way back to where he had left Ember sitting. However, before he could explain himself to the fire Herald a panicked female ran into the bar and began screaming in Japanese to those inside. Green orbs widened as Daryle’s mind translated what was being said. “Hurricanes at this time of year?” It didn’t make sense and for a few moments Daryle wondered if he had mistranslated what was being said. “One…One moment Ember..” The Breezy Owl said as he backed away and ran from the dark bar grabbing a shot of whiskey as he went.
Outside the cries of terror were highly noticeable within the bitter cold winds. The air around Daryle stirred restlessly and was enough to have him slam back the shot of warm malt bourbon whiskey in one gulp. He knew in that moment that this was not a natural occurrence. This was the work of an Owl. “And on my week off as well…how bothersome.” Not only was Daryle already riled up from the stupid bar fight…he was now rather pissed that this danger was so close by. His precious family was only a few minutes away and all this crap was far too close for comfort. His wife was heavily pregnant and forcing her to travel would be unwise. Those who would usually be around to help in these situations were away tending to other matters…Daryle was the only able bodied fighter around that may be able to smooth this mess over. Perhaps Ember would give him a hand…maybe…But for now the Breezy Owl would only rely on his own skills and current mood.
Hunting down the cause of this madness was the first thing Daryle needed to do. So with that in mind he set of at a high speed sprint using the air around him to propel him forwards with each step. “Aha! Now where are you?! F*****g wimp….Picking on the weak and peaceful?! Ahahaha! I will bring you down a peg or two a*****e…” He was using his knowledge of this place, the wreckage to buildings, the screams and most importantly the link he shared with air to navigate him and navigate him it sure as hell did.
Zephyrs of condense air seemed to be the main problem. The manipulator would still be close by… “Ah…I think...I have him in my sight….”
Skidding to a standstill and tearing up the ground in the process Daryle stared towards a well dress foreigner. He was sure he recognised the man who was currently walking very calmly over a bridge, but he could not quite place a finger on it. Daryle set his jaw in place for a few seconds before breaking back into a sprint. As he passed one of the zephyrs he waved a hand and took control over the now feral air. It was a free for all in his eyes and the original conjuror had seemingly redeemed his control over this particular hurricane. “Eat….s**t…..” Daryle skidded sideways and threw both hands forwards, releasing the newly formed disks of air towards the imposter…intent on slicing the man to ribbons...
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Posted: Wed Dec 28, 2011 1:25 pm
While walking in wait behind the new Earth Herald, Moli, the Light Herald, kept quiet letting her lead the way. Of course he was curious about the place because he'd never been in it before, but rather than slow the three down by asking questions, he opted to just walk, look and listen. Anya made it clear that she'd been here before thanks to the past orders of his father to her. That was perfect considering this place was probably lined with traps and doors that led either to another realm, or just into a brick wall. Moli wasn't superstitious as he was man of science, but these past few years made him question reality. And...this was Will's place. He didn't know what to expect out of the little slice of Hell they were in.
Looking over to the two people he'd be fighting against, he wondered what the extent of their powers were. Cecilia, Moli already knew, was a powerhouse in her own right. Thanks to his other ability though, she was a glass cannon to him. Anderson....Moli knew little to nothing about. He was partnered with these three, so his strength must've been considerable. Either that, or Che desperately wanted to see some team action. As there was Presidiomni blood running through his veins as well, the sleuthing blonde simply assumed he was of a high caliber of strength. After all, he did look like Roulin. As Anya walked on through the darkened hallways of Will's Las Vegas headquarters, Moli kept himself illuminated so that he and the others could see. Right now, he was ready to test out some new tricks and hopefully Anya could hold the two celestial beasts down long enough for him to do something epic.
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Thomas's next target was the precious bridge that was meant to symbolize two different worlds connecting and cooperating as one. These worlds, undoubtedly, were the eastern and western hemisphere's of the planet the Wind Herald knew he'd soon run. Raising his hand in preparation for an attack, he grinned, imagining all that he could do with his new abilities. The only thing he needed was an opponent to test his imagination on...too bad there was no one left to fight against in this area...
'Eat....s**t.....' The obscenity rung in Thomas's ear begging him to turn and face the source of the voice. He didn't feel the need to, but curiosity had gotten the best of him. Who here...at this moment was stupid enough to go against him? There was no one as everyone was dead and in pieces strewn about the area. A child attempting to defend his dead parents? Their honor? No, it was another wind manipulator. "Daryle Saxton!" Thomas's southern accent drew out the man's name almost insultingly and his raspy, yet soft toned call was enough to let the man know he was in for a fight now. Thomas immediately lifted his hat and opened his hand allowing it to be torn to shreds by the violent air above him. If he was going to enjoy this fight, he'd need to be rid of it anyway.
"Little b*****d...I'mma guess you want to play eh? Hmph. I'm gonna fly you like a kite boy..." The blades that were streamlining for Thomas were diverted by wind currents so forceful, the railings of the bridge were crushed when they formed. The blades diverged and tore away small sections of the bridge's sides. Nothing too damaging and even less damaging than what happened to the railings. When they were out of his way, the Wind Herald dashed forward sending off two blasts of compressed air at the family man. They were nothing compared to Raven's shockwaves, but as a Herald, Thomas knew if he trained, they could be compacted hurricanes. Now that he had an opponent to face in a maelstrom created by himself, he could improvise new tricks. Smiling wider now, the Texan kept forward behind his attacks. To assault Daryle more, the forest scented elder front-flipped and brought down an axe kick. Because he was still nowhere near Daryle, he'd have to use the air above the man to attack. The pressure above him would soon increase and smash him into the ground if he didn't move. The two smaller attacks would lift him, allowing Thomas to pressure the man more with ranged attacks.
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Roulin, who still sat in his meditative position, was struggling with the new ability given to him by the sitting girl. Internally, he was being ripped away by the arms, but still, he fought hard and powerfully against them. What he had hoped wasn't the case actually was. Each of the arms had a mind of their own, so rather than taking on one new power, he took on four extremely deadly and twisted minds. They were sentient, and could decide as long as the user allowed them to...that was already obvious to the Life Owl who sat perfectly still. One of the arms twitched in pain and so did the corner of Roulin's lips the harder he fought them. It was the upper right one. This one had become subordinate to young Italian's will. When the other arms gained knowledge of this, they became frantic, afraid and even more destructive in behavior. They didn't want to become slaves to his mind...they wanted only to kill and to kill and to kill more. Roulin, the son of the Mastering Owl, wasn't going to allow this.
The upper left arm became limp and tame just as it's brother across from it had. The lower duo were now scratching at the cube's inside as Roulin's consciousness slowly overwrote theirs. They're minds were being destroyed outright and if they could produce sounds, they'd be screaming out in sheer pain. The sounds would cause blood to curdle and even the strongest men to faint in fear. The arms began to punch and scratch at the wall harder now. They even managed to produce cracks in the Life Owl cube. The bottom left was tamed and it fell to the ground behind Roulin as a sign. All that was left was the lower right. This one had broken through the cube and once again, with sharp, pointed fingers, it drove itself at Bailey looking to impale her right through her forehead. When it was only inches away from her pale skin, it froze, then fell to the ground like a fire hose after it's water source was shut off. The process was complete. The four arms were now under Roulin's complete command...his purple eyes opened and they shined listlessly and dull with labor.
When the teacher stood up, the arms retracted and wrapped around him forming a smoky, dark grey X shaped guard. This is where they'd remain until needed. Stepping from the box, he held a hand out to Bailey who was sitting in wait for him to complete his overwriting process. Smiling, he lifted each arm above him showing that their minds were destroyed and gone forever. There was only him now and soon, she'd have that power and control. First thing was first though...her collar. With a telekinetic pull, he snapped the young girl's collar in half and slammed each piece into the ground with such a force, they became buried in the dirt. Looking at her now, his expression detailing his expectancy, he awaited for the chaos that would inevitably ensue. He knew he was now treading on dangerous grounds, but if this would give the team another amazing Owl with another amazing ability, he'd put himself in as much danger as needed.
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Posted: Wed Dec 28, 2011 1:53 pm
Bailey waited with baited breath as Roulin struggled against the vectors. One by one they twitched, itching to kill the porcelein like girl before them. Three of the powerful ethereal arms had fallen under his control. Bailey watched in awe as this happened, but suddenly the last arm shot towards her faster than the speed of a bullet. Her own vectors prepared to strike, but the attacking vector was brought under control by Roulin. The Diclonious Owl knew what would happen next. Yet she had expected that she would be the one to remove the collar herself, not Roulin. But as the collar fell to the ground in pieces, the young raven haired girl froze as did her vectors, but only for a brief moment before they pulsated.
They were no longer restricted nor under control of that wretched device. They began to hum and vibrate violently as all six of them shot forth at full force with a speed faster than that of a bullet. The vectors grazed Bailey's body, ripping her clothes and creating massive gashes within her skin. Bailey grit her teeth against the pain and struggled to pull them back as they had locked onto their target...Roulin. "No! You are mine!" she screamed. "I won't let you control me anymore!" she cried out in determination as her knees began to buckle, but she refused to fall to her knees. She refused to let them win. She refused to allow them to harm anymore innocents. Even if it almost killed her, she would control them. She would prove to them, prove to everyone that she was the master of her mutation, not the other way around.
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Posted: Wed Dec 28, 2011 2:13 pm
Tai grinned, "...Hope your eyes are sharp butler!" he thought as he saw the heel coming towards him, he grit is teeth and bashed his head against Che's foot, not faltering or even hesitating to to take the hit Tai's grin only widened as he pushed back heavily on Che. Tai never intended to make an impact from the beginning, however his chance was now there, Tai's fists stopped short after being impeded by Che's low kick, however just as quickly as they stopped, his hands opened and sprung forward, clutching tightly to Che's garments. Using the Target's steady posture in unison with his unbalanced stance, he pulled himself forward and off his feet. leaned over and pulled himself into Che, delivering a knee strike to his torso. Throwing his whole body into his attack. Tai was not afraid of getting hit to get a shot in, and Tai would make this perfectly clear in his seemingly reckless attacks.
Kojiro looked at her with a small smile as she tried to catch him off guard, he nodded patiently, he liked spending time with Serena, even though she tended to push his limits with his abilities, when she invited him to relax, it almost seemed like everything was at ease, and that's what Kojiro always wanted most, amidst the silence he wondered how the rest of his family was doing.Just as quickly, his attention was broken, he had heard some commotion going on. Kojiro was now standing behind Serena with a curious stare,"....Serena?....why are you holding Rikka like that?...is everything alright?...and encourage who?" he asked curiously, looking at the cat and Serena with a confused gaze.
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