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 Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2012 7:28 pm
((Will - OOC: Amaya's ghost haunts Itachi DUN DUN DUN! Just kidding.))
Will smiled all too innocently as Radiant commented on her age and his age. "But it is only natural for a child's elder to be concerned," he replied in a tone dripping with sarcasm. He covered his mouth melodramatically as if he was gasping in surprise. "Twisted and not amazingly violent? My my. How observant you must be as this so called Great Observer you are." The devil tossed his wine glass nonchalantly over the balcony, not at all caring at the not so insignificant damage it would cause when it shattered and pierced bystanders below. Will rather enjoyed being "amazingly violent" but not all times were appropriate for it. The people here still had some use, and he preferred them to be in working condition. His voice lowered in volume slightly though no one really could pick out the conversation between him and Radiant because of the noise in the casino. "You're in a chatty mood today, Jeanne. And I do whatever I'm in the mood for. Itachi is simply a toy." He smirked. "A toy in a contract. I'm sure you should be well versed in contracts to some extent. But, wouldn't you rather he be stronger than weaker for another toy's sake?" The Satan Owl just had to go and pat Radiant again, this time on the shoulder. He edged closer to her ear. "Cheani was different, Radiant, but that's a story for another time."
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Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2012 11:07 pm
Radiant laughed a little at Will's remarks "There's the Will everyone knows. But I must thank you, sarcastic or not a compliment is still a compliment. You're tone is as sharp as a knife but in the end they're just words. Words hurt but it all depends on how you look at it. In the end it's just how you are, if you can't fix a problem endulge yourself in what the problem brings." She said as she looked at her own empty glass, she wondered whose life would that now shattered wine glass affect? If any at all. At the mention of her real name her eyes opened a little wider. "Jeanne...It's a name that I haven't used in years. I'm amazed you still remember it." She said softly reaching up she placed her hand over her chest once more as she looked down. "But I digress you're correct I am in a rather talkative mood. It must be Aiden, it's not everyday you meet your grandson, he's gotten me in such a sentimental mood." She said with a small sigh. She picked up her wine glass holding it gently in her hand as she twirled the thin neck of the glass between her fingers. "Contracts are the one thing I understand flawlessly, my life revolves around them afterall. As for whether or not he should be strong it depends on the toy's function. If the other toy is going to sacrifice him then he's a pawn, pointless on his own for more then a few petty actions." She to gently tossed the glass over the edge of the building watching for a moment as it plummeted towards the ground. As Will closed the distance between them and once again put his hand on her shoulder she listened to him whisper his statement in her ear. She spun her body fluidly around ending the spin with her leaning against a wall rather than the balcony. "Was he? So the devil has some sentiment. You may be just as human as the rest of us in reality. So what about the others? What do the others mean to you?" The odd string of questions were ones she didn't expect an answer to, it was just a pure sense of curiosity that drove her to wonder what was going on beyond the confines of the twisted Owls head.
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Posted: Tue Jan 17, 2012 7:20 am
((Will))
It hadn't been a compliment, but there wasn't any need to reassure Radiant of it because of the sarcasm. As for the whole spiel about words, while Will appeared to be a man of words, words were part of the devil's arsenal for action. They were tools to create action and manipulate events, often allowing Will to just sit back and watch the entertainment without interfering too much. He would just have to offer a little "guidance" sometimes, but often words were enough. After all, keeping oneself entertained after living for over two thousand years was something that wasn't necessarily easy. However, it did make Will's patience inhumanly long. The best of entertainment took time to craft just as how it took time to "create" the most delicious of souls.
He laughed. "Be careful, Jeanne. Words may not simply be words..." The most obvious example of that would be when someone's power happened to be sound... but that was something of the past for Will. As the Nocturne Owl, he had nearly unrivaled understanding of sound because he was so skilled in music. He looked into Radiant's eyes and smirked. They were facing each other now since Radiant was against the "wall." "My memory is absolutely fine. I haven't gone senile like my counterpart." He placed a hand on the way and leaned on it. "Toys are exactly that, Jeanne. They are pawns, puppets for the puppetmaster. You underestimate sacrifices and perhaps that is why you cannot bring yourself out of your cowardice shell."
Radiant was indeed being very talkative and inquisitive. What was this about sentiment? She was getting all mushy and stuff like Noel had. "Did you really have to ask? You're all toys. I already told you." It was nearly impossible to get Will to admit that he thought of Che as a son.
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Posted: Tue Jan 17, 2012 9:13 am
Mahareshi Timothy's kept a steady eye on the oceans he crossed on his way to Japan. His aura detection was thrown off thanks to his mind being occupied by nothing but thoughts of vengeance and anger. Thomas's destruction had gone unnoticed and the Herald simply kept on cruising. The darkened sky ripped and roared with thunder and lightning in his wake. They too felt his fury and sympathetically, they cried out for him. If it weren't for him traveling, plotting against his enemies, he may have been at a bar drinking his troubles away, or at a motel or brothel mitigating his pain in more carnal ways.
With his mission in mind, he ran the rough skies with nothing but hatred fueling him now. His arm, which was taken away from him by the Life Owl Roulin, was replaced promptly with a metallic copy. It was...different. It could liquify and mold into multiple things at once. A nice device for torture it was. It was constant reminded of his humanity and moreover, his mortality. He wasn't the God he thought he was, but he knew he was damn close. Too close to give up trying to be one. Veering from his path somewhat now, the white haired demigod noticed a massive dome of darkness covering Sri Lanka which was just off the coast of India. It was night, but this dome, dense of tough looking, was blacker than the surrounding darkness. From simple observation, Timothy could tell just who was doing this. A toothy grin appeared on his child-like features.
"So this is where you are....at least you've made your location obvious." This had to be Sydney's doing. There weren't many shadow users on the planet as most of them were wiped out long, long ago. The darkness of the dome was far too thick to be the work of some little rookie Owl as well. Unless there was more than one working collectively, Timothy knew he was right. Only one way to find out. The dark sky roared as the Herald's body shined brightly, then shot downward into the black shelter. The exterior cracked like glass upon contact and shattered as he passed through. Just as he expected, on the inside, he couldn't see two inches in front of him even with his shining body casting a light blue glow. Because he was in Sydney's world, he knew if he stood long enough, she'd feel him in the area. Grinning still, he decided to simply wait for her to do something.
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Elle may have been the more dominant of the two when it came to their telepathy, but Erin had been training. She was much stronger than she had been in the past. It seemed to her like Elle wasn't taking her seriously. However, Erin didn't show this on her face. Instead, she focused on the fight at hand. She had figured that Elle would either fly up into the air, or to either the left or the right to get out of the way of the psychic shield. Her facial expression completely serious, Erin prepared her next move. The shield quickly moved to form a sphere around her sister, while the younger twin retaliated against Elle by sending one of those blood figures into the sphere with her. Just like in Rome, the blood figure was capable of disintegrating the flesh of the opponent that it touched.
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Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2012 3:06 pm
Luna Kosane It soon became clear to Cecilia which was the real Moli as her female constellation, Andromeda was dispersed. If the constellation had been a real human being, Cecilia would have been angry at this, but as Andromeda could never truly die, this barely fazed the Cosmic Owl for she would be able to summon her again in the future. Andromeda had done well in aiding Cecilia and now was having a well deserved rest amongst the stars. In her final moments, Andromeda had turned her head to Cecilia and lifted her lips into a smile before she was dispersed by Moli's attack.
Cecilia did not mourn the fallen constellation for she knew that Andromeda wasn't truly dead and would never die. The Cosmic Owl still had an opponent to contend with and she still had Draco with her as well. Two of the clones, which had been battling with Andromeda had now set their sights upon Cecilia. One of the four clones, which were contending with Draco left his group to join the duo leaving only three with the great Celestial dragon. The other trio moved towards Cecilia forming a triangle and fired off narrow, but dense beams of light. Cecilia prepared to block. She wrapped a gravitational barrier around herself to prevent the beams from hitting her. The beams were reflected from the force of the gravity and bounced back.
However, the real Moli had jumped over the divergence point. The umbrella shaped beam of light he emitted was nearly blinding. She could feel the heat radiating from it despite the fact that her dome-like shield was still erected around her. Nearly half the area was engulfed and Moli's clones were devoured by it, completely vaporized. Draco was unable to escape and suffered the same fate as Andromeda, but he too had done his part in aiding his master as well. Cecilia could have summoned two or three more constellations to aide her, but chose not to, for she had already proven what she could do with them. There was no need to go through the process again.
Although his clones were vaporized, Moli still remained in good faith. Andromeda was taken down by his own hands and Draco was too. The achievement no doubt was due to Cecilia's idea. Not even the strategic Presidiomni had thought of mixing his powers in someway. He did have control over particles after all and photons were just another set of them. Massless, but fast and extremely powerful when utilized correctly. He'd make sure to thank her after this was all over. The Herald of Light's beam seemed to grow more dense now as he added weight to his weightless particles. This would result in much more than what one would call subatomic bombardment. It was impossible to rip someone apart with these particles, but anything small would feel like remarkably hot needle pricks. The following effect would be disintegrating due to the subatomic forces at work.
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Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2012 3:23 pm
Even though Cecilia's dome-like barrier was powerful and resiliant, able to withstand even the most powerful attacks for a certain amount of time, it could not hold up forever. She realized her mistake and silently cursed herself. The flow of photons, which Moli attacked the barrier with increased greatly. Andromeda and Draco were no more so she didn't have them to help her. Summoning another constellation would most likely yield the same results.
The barrier began to crack under the sheer force of the dense beam of photons. Cecilia wasn't about to sit and allow herself to be beaten. If she did go down, she was taking him with her. As Moli continued to attack the barrier, a large wormhole opened behind him. The pull of gravity that was emitting from it was so powerful. If it worked, Moli would be sucked in and spit out the other side with such a force that it would most likely slam him against the trees in the background. It was then that the photons managed to break through the barrier. She felt them piercing her skin. The attack was not enough or a fatality, but the feeling of hot needles pricking her came over the Cosmic Owl. She could feel her mutation slowly dwindling down, but the wormhole stayed strong. She just hoped it would remain that way until it had done its job.
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Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2012 3:32 pm
FalconBlade7591 Tai smirked as he saw the small cut he left,"Perfect..." Tai thought to himself as he realized his missed attack still made contact, Tai looked down and saw the paper blade headed towards him, a light glint came from the Brawler's eyes, he looked towards Che and the blade during that split second, then the next moment, Tai flung his arm out, wrapping his arm around the bladed arm, letting it dig deep into his limb, Tai slowly looked up towards Che, taking a deep breath like....he was enjoying the pain from the sword, his staggered breath was almost like it was a thrill for him, finally his eyes became a dark scarlet as they locked with his opponent's, letting an almost sinister smirk grace his features. The blood took a moment to appear, but as it started to trickle down his side and his underarm, it almost looked tainted, and a low almost untraceable mix of growls and angered voices seemed to be coming from the thick seeping liquid on his body "...I'm done warning you Cheani...If you don't start playing with everything you have....You are going to get hurt...badly" In that instant, his smirk turned into an almost inhuman wide smile, Tai reared back and delivered a crushing headbutt towards the Mastering Owl, the same moments he reared back and attacked, his flicked his wrist and allowed two more needles to accompany his first one, and sent another attack rocketing towards his opponent's torso, he wanted to get closer to the heart this time. Tai was beginning to let his self restraint falter, or rather what was left of it.
Willing it just with a thought to follow Sebastian through the portal he'd made, Che had it catch the butler's collar during his bladed jab at the busy Owl. The frizzy haired contestant didn't bat an eyelash to Sebastian. It wasn't as if he couldn't see him with Fenn's vision anyway. When the hand caught him, it began to tug on his shirt with the force of Che himself. After stopping the butler's attack short of Che's neck, the paper mache' fist began to undergo a kind of transformation. It slowly liquified and spread over his collar and upper back like a kind of parasitic life form. Unequipped with the creepy, horror movie cries that would usually come from such a thing, it slowly began to creep onto other parts of the man's body. This was more of an immobilization tactic than it was an outright attack. Once it covered more of Sebastian's body, the liquid might just do something cool though. Che could only bide his time and wait for the process to complete itself unhindered.
"Alright, now back to you kid. Serious you say? I'll see what I can do for you." If it didn't ring deeply in Che's tone, then the cards slipping from the magician's clothes like tamed flatworms would give away the fact that something was changing within the slow, unresponsive fighter. Che took Tai's headbutt, trying to force in his own, but he couldn't. Instantly of course, there was a sharp pain in the man's forehead. Not blinding, but still very, very much noticeable. The Mastering Owl had felt much more in his time from Will, his brother, his son Roulin and from Lucien who sliced his head open once. The pain was, at the very least, bearable. From the impact point though, as if activated by Tai's contact with him, spread a jolt of electricity that transformed most of Che's upper body. His head down to his waist now crackled violet with lightning, but his right arm remained fleshy. Why? Not even the elder Owl knew at the moment. Looking directly into Tai's dark red eyes now, Che grinned, then sighed tiredly as usual. "See?" he began, "Now look at what you've done....are you happy now? This isn't a power I like to bring out if I don't need to. But, since you've requested it, here it is."
The first order of business was getting Tai off of him and getting his cards in position to deliver a final attack. In their current position, they were fine unless the arena became flooded somehow. His sword though may have technical issues as the tip and cutting edge of it it was wet with blood now. Pulling it from Tai's armpit with damp, slitting noise, the hilt was set ablaze. This was why he removed his cards beforehand. The sword was of no use, but now Tai couldn't touch him as easily. To let him know this, he let a nice shock flow into the man's forehead to move him away. If that wasn't enough to get him to back away, then then stream of electricity Che soon released would certainly do the trick.
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Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2012 6:08 pm
"Only weak minded people let words scar them more then battle injuries." She said softly, she changed her footing a little crossing her legs as she leaned against the wall. "Is it that I underestimate pawns or that you overestimate them? Pawns are a necessary part of any plan they are the disposable things no one thinks about so long as the ultimate goal is reached. It isn't my underestimation of them that confines me to cowardice, You and I know full well that the world isn't that black and white, there is rarely ever one reason why something is the way it is." While she waited for a response for her last question she wanted to take a step back but the wall was there, her range of movement was limited. She laughed a little as Will finally found the words for her question. "So you're the puppetmaster to everyone else, the puppets? Well I suppose I don't expect anything different from you." She said as she crossed her arms over her chest. "Well I won't try to pry some emotional truth from you, that's a task no one has the time for, and besides you don't like spewing pointless emotion and to be honest I've displayed more then enough emotion for myself today." She pushed off the wall gently to stand on her own as she walked back towards the balcony she didn't lean on it this time she just looked out over it. "I hope Will that you never die, and no it's not for some bothersome emotional reason, I only hope so because no one can match your madness, there isn't a person alive or who will be alive who can top the standard you've set for Satan Owl. Dante sure couldn't he was far to orderly, no you're role was made solely for you."
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Posted: Thu Jan 19, 2012 11:03 pm
The weeping Psion looked at Lucien, she was silent....and he was still thinking selfishly....she could see how he thought he was being selfless but in fact he was putting his WANTS above Aiden. Amara lowered her head once again. If she could she would kill Raven, Thomas and every other herald and get this over with. Perhaps she herself would take the world and rule it how it should be but she knew she was not capable of all of this. "Excuse me" she said as she left Will's office and walked down the long hallway. She began to search for a room since she had failed to do so earlier. She soon came upon a corner room.
Walking towards the window she looked at the light show that was known as Vegas and sighed. "My whole life is a ******** up. While I had the power of the mind herald...I could have changed the world with one thought....." she said slamming her fist into the window as she cried. "Amaya's gone and it's all my fault. And I don't know what in the hell I have with Lucien...is he my boyfriend? lover? baby's daddy? I don't think he even takes what we have seriously" she said. She then walked over to the bed as she climbed on it and and closed her eyes, thinking about everything that has happened in her life up to this point.Elle looked around her as her sister had erected a psychic barrier around her. She was impressed at what she was seeing. When she saw the blood figure she smirked as her left eye began to glow a teal like color. Her arm shifting into a stun gun. She waited as the blood monster came swinging at her, as it made contact with her left arm, taking off quite a bit of flesh, Elle then released a large electric current in the psychic shield. The energy itself could build up and not effect Elle as she was using herself as socket for the electricity to pass through. She's getting better...not to worry... she thought to herslef.
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Posted: Fri Jan 20, 2012 3:42 am
((Will))
Will smirked as he heard the weak minded people comment. No matter what Radiant said or thought, she was underestimating the power of words. "You underestimate words, Radiant, but yes you have gushed more emotion today than you have for a long time. It is indeed ironic you show this emotion in front of me. How do you know I won't use it against you?" He chuckled. He had watched Radiant as she made her way back to the balcony. He joined her at her side, not caring the least if her husband was fighting. He did not answer her on the pawns. She phrased it as a rhetorical question. Her point after was correct. Pawns were used for a purpose, and as long as they fulfilled the purpose, they could be considered useful. There was no underestimating or overestimating to Will. It was just amusement.
The Satan Owl only smirked as Radiant made her last declaration. "No one said all Satan Owls had to be the same, Radiant. Who knows about Dante? Maybe he could have done a good job." Will had actually recognized Dante's potential long before Dante was killed by Thomas. "Do not worry, Jeanne. Even if I die, I'll be right at home in hell. You can rest assured that I will 'guide' the fledging Satan Owls from there." If anyone summoned demons, they pretty much came from hell, and hell was something Will was only too acquainted with. "It's my realm. There will be a suitable successor."
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Posted: Fri Jan 20, 2012 12:31 pm
"Moping? Please. I'm above such." said Timothy after Rage's pale, ghostly hand rested itself lightly upon his shoulder. Looking over to his false limb which right now was sparkling light blue, he shook his head and promptly pulled away from Sydney's touch. This wasn't the woman he knew and worked with and just from the sound of her voice, he could tell that this edition of Sydney was more deranged than he though. Turning around expecting to find her standing there would help anything. He still couldn't see a few inches before him even with the light he was emitting. Instead, he stood still in the small, island sized dome of darkness.
Closing his eyes, which in this place yielded the same view as having them open, Timothy continued. "Hiding? Do you think I need to hide anywhere? I have far too much dignity to run now. May as well face my fate head on. You should too, Sydney." The Herald leader still stood in the darkness, eyes closed and unaffected by the pressure around him. Even if Rage wanted to pull something, Timothy knew he could escape with just speed alone. He only hoped that the "free" Herald of Darkness would listen for now. "Have you been keeping up with all that's been going on? Or have you, Sydney, been the one that's been hiding away these past two months?"
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"The Earth....she is becoming more and more devastated by the day..." The blonde, red eyed revolutionary sat perched atop a bar stool sipping a glass of Chardonnay. This Virginian bar had done well in impressing him with their selection. Ironically, he did enter the place to drink. The bartender's charisma and slickness with his words help to sell it to the Owl who at first cared nothing for his quick advertisements. The long haired man was neither happy nor disappointed in the faltering of his will. Now, in this moment of time, he was far more content than anything else. This was quite possibly the best way to end this day of nonstop bloodshed, mutilations, burnings and executions. Although at temporary peace with his past, present and his not promised future, he still found himself wondering what the other two leaders were up to, the other two leaders being Lorna and Raven.
"Fancy another glass sir?" asked the bartender in his obviously fake Australian accent. Soliel only looked up, grinned and waved his hand dismissively before taking another sip of his wine. At first glance, the magma manipulating Owl didn't seem to have a purpose at this bar. It was his notion otherwise that made this little time off from his regular life somewhat unbearable. In this bar, towards the back in a booth sat the mayor of this state. The president, whom Soliel would've pounced upon already wasn't anywhere near. He probably wasn't above ground either. That ******** coward. The mayor, who was also drinking his troubles away, had no idea who Soliel was. The Owl kept from glancing over to him much as well. His eyes would easily give away just who he was. The bartender....may have not cared. He may have just thought that Soliel was a teenager with weird contacts or something. Surely, he knew what Owls were, but he also knew what emo runaways looked like. All Soliel was missing were the numerous piercings and the still healing cuts over his wrist.
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Posted: Fri Jan 20, 2012 1:05 pm
Nicko1421 Anderson immediately hesitated when releasing his next attack staring down at the hail of splintered wood which hurled towards him he immediately changed direction shooting across the air leaving the tell tale trail of silver streaks. As he propelled himself towards the ground he flipped before landing on the ground as he did the silver pyre floating around him suddenly exploded into a blinding light immediately the serpentine flowing body of Anderson's Archdragon formed it's body coiled around the area. It the plants burned on contact with it's skin and the splinters of common wood deflected from it's hide, the stone pillars on the other hand would indeed cause damage, more then Anderson wanted to deal with. With a swing of it's powerful tail the dragon smashed the stone pillars sending pieces of their surface colliding with the ground. Anderson looked up towards his dragon, patting it's back he looked at Anya. "I must say you're one impressive fighter. If I didn't have these two I don't know what I might do. I don't know how well I'd hold up." He said with a laugh at himself. As the dragon turned it's ancient eyes towards Anya it opened it's mouth, small silver embers floated from it's mouth igniting with the air for a short beautiful life. It immediately after fired a spray of silver flames towards the Earth Herald to keep her at bay. Anderson in the meantime dismissed the infernal demon who disappeared in a spray of dark red light only to return to Anderson's body.
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((will edit in Erin soon))
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"Are you sure? You seemed so depressed after Roulin stole your arm from you..." Rage simply chuckled, which echoed in the darkness surrounding Timothy. "Timmy Timmy Timmy... So rude to your elder sister..." The Herald of Darkness remained hidden in the dark even as her hand vanished within the shadows after Tim shoved her hand away. "Me? Hiding? No. I've just been having some fun until I can literally tear the heads off of Che, Thomas, Roulin, and Lucien when they are at their weakest." She was offended that Tim thought she had been hiding this entire time. Rage wasn't blind as she had been when destroying all of Germany oh so many years ago. She had the added help of Intelligence and Arrogance this time, and this made her that much more dangerous in effect.
It wasn't until after she said that that Rage stepped out of the shadows to stand directly in front of Tim. She was literally inches from him because of how dark the shadows were in Sri Lanka. "So is there any particular reason why you would seek me out now, Timmy? Besides the fact that you know what happens when I get bored out of my mind. Oh wait a minute. That's right. All the rest of our so-called 'family' has deserted their positions or died in some pathetic manner beyond their true capabilities. You know I've been watching. No one can escape their own shadow, Timothy. Not even your speed can save you from that."
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Posted: Fri Jan 20, 2012 1:34 pm
Blood splurted out of Bailey's mouth as the Diclonious Owl took another blow from the three deadly uncontrollable arms. The force of the blow launched her about ten feet into the air. Even though it was not a great height, the impact at which she would hit the ground would gravely injure her even more. But before she could touch the ground, one of the vectors that was under her control braced itself upon the grassy plain while the other two vectors did what they could to staive off the three vectors that were hungry for blood.
However, the uncontrollable vectors were much more resiliant than the controlled. Bailey could feel exhaustion washing over her. Her entire body screamed in agonizing pain. She wouldn't be able to gain full control today, nor probably the next day. It might very well take the entire two weeks for her to gain at least some form of control over all of them and even then...they were unpredictable, like separate beings that had been connected to her. If Bailey closed her eyes now, the vectors might see this as an opportunity to attack her, or worse, attack Roulin.
She willed the vector, which was bracing her to set her down. It complied before it joined its two brothers in the fight against its three other brothers who were very much out of control. Bailey could no longer stand. She fell her knees. The Vector Owl wouldn't be able to go like this for much longer. She began to will the vectors back within her. One by one, the three controlled vectors slid like serpents into the flesh of her back. She could feel them squirming within her, like three large fat earthworms. The feeling could make someone who wasn't used to it sick to their stomachs, but having lived with them for ten years, Bailey was used to it.
However, that left the three uncontrolled vectors. They saw this as an opportunity and shot towards her, their long fingers extended towards her, one ready to crush her entire face in, the other ready to crush her neck, and the third ready to crush more of her ribs. However, they stopped when Bailey began to pull them within her. The vectors pulled against her with such a force, Bailey feared that they would come right out of the flesh of her back. Was that even possible? Could her vectors separate themselves from her? What would happen to her if a few of them did? How would that affect her?
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Posted: Fri Jan 20, 2012 11:18 pm
"I hope you've been watching this...this travesty unfurl before all of us." Timothy's voice echoed into the darkness, anger and remorse riding upon his tone with tight reigns. Just from the crackling blue sparks that shot from his eyes like sizzling, deadly tears, one could see that the little man wasn't at all at ease with any of the past events. Things now were so dire for both the Heralds. Not only had Timothy gone out of his way to find Sydney, or Rage or whatever she called herself these days, he even began to question is status or, more specifically, his mortality. When Rage made her appearance, Timothy wanted to look away from the woman. She was not Sydney, the blind woman whom he'd grown and trained his abilities with. This was not a Herald, Owl or a Human in his eyes...
This thing in front of him was a disease or more or less a parasite feeding off of someone much stronger than itself. Oddly enough though, Timothy felt more in tune with his monster. Sydney herself, the lightning Herald though, wouldn't help him. Just her usual disposition gave this away. It was only a rare occasion that Sydney would get involved in something such as this. Rage on the other hand wouldn't join for protection or partnership as Sydney might have. "Yes, it's more than apparent what you do when you get bored out of your mind. It appears as though everyone here is...is dead. Testament to your power I suppose. This can even be seen from space." Just from looking at what she'd done with the place, Timothy could assume that she'd join only because it would give her the opportunity to kill both with and without purpose. Only murdering those she listed would be the purposeful kills. All others would be just for sport.
"Che, Thomas, Roulin and Lucien...." Tim allowed each name to linger just to excite his already churning anger. Roulin's name alone put a bitter taste in his mouth. Che was simply pins and needles. Thomas's name made him want to vomit on the spot. Lucien's name gave the same sensation as Roulin's, but he could feel his pride cracking under the sound of the new Death Owl's name. "I've come to ask that you help me do just that. The Oracle Catherine Turner has already agreed to allow my protective services as well as all other Heralds. The only thing I can ask from you in that regard is that you do not touch her or her family, understand? If we're to see this fight through with our lives, then we'll need to stick with them and strike only when the opportunity shows itself." Uncaring of his more reserved, defensive tone and plan, Timothy brought his glimmering eyes to Rage's and once again realized that looking at her was just looking at the shell of a long, lost friend. Sad, but he needed her for this. "Do we have a deal? Keep in mind that our Night Owl friends have two Heralds on their side, three of the Great Four and that Thomas has Wind Herald powers."
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Moli's goal was in plain view now. His attack was doing the damage he needed it to and he knew that soon, this fight would be his. He could assist Anya after this match was over and together, they'd take down Anderson and be put on the offensive team that Che had planned. The Herald was excited now, even giddy with expectation. The beam was becoming denser and denser now and more forced in it's expulsion. At this point, if he could press her to the ground, his victory would be assured.
Before his success became certain, the gravity girl created a wormhole behind him and backed it with considerable power. It was nowhere near the force of a black hole, but it was still something that broke his attention as well as caught him off guard. Before he was pulled into it, he sent off a pulse that followed the ending of his attack. Because he couldn't spread out the attack in a beam, he decided it was best to simply expel all that he could before being pulled away to another side of the playing field.
Of course, Moli tried to fight against the suction of the wormhole, but he was too close to it's center and far past it's point of exit. Becoming light now was also futile. Staring down at Cecilia as he was pulled in, he kept his grin, hoping that after this, he'd have the strength to even stand. His body felt the forces pulling on him and it felt as though he was being pulled thin. Still, it was nothing compared to what may have become of him if this were a black hole. When he was shot out on the other end, his body was slammed into the glass-like floor. His shoulder landed first, then his side touched down digging into the ground as he skidded backwards. After a few feet of landing, the pile of dirt that collected over his side fell over on to him. The added weight caused him to bite his lip and hold back a small yelp of pain. His shoulder evidently was broken and his ribs may have been heavily bruised thanks to this. If Cecilia hadn't earned his respect, then she had now. The blonde only hoped that now, she would be able to hold her own against the other light users of Exire.
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Posted: Sat Jan 21, 2012 10:20 am
As Anderson swung his blade it slashed through the plants effortlessly, it wasn't until he swung around in a wide circle that his eye caught the glimpse of the Earth Herald just as her kick was launched. Because of his wide swining attack however he didn't have the necessary footing or time to block properly, Her leg, now coated in rock collided with Anderson's side he grunted as he was thrown back a bit by her kick, he coughed a bit as blood escaped from the corners of his mouth. He smiled a little back up at her. "That's pretty good. I've got to say you've got more power then I gave you credit for." He said as he held his side with one hand. He however wasn't the one to be focusing. Because Anderson and his dragon were so close together all the Dragon had to do was look down to see Anya, opening it's mouth with no indescresion it released a stream of raging silver flames which showered down towards Anya. Anderson all the while leapt up landing on the scaly hide of his dragon as he released the sword from his grasp causing it to disappear, he pointed the palm of his hand towards Anya and released a thin beam of his black starry energy towards the Earth Herald.
"Use it against me? Will please, let's be honest if you were to tell anyone I displayed any fabrication of emotion who would believe you? Even if they did what on earth would they do with the information? This chat has been nice, and much needed but nothing has been said that won't come out into the open eventually, even Phantom and I's relation to Lucien." She smiled at the games of the Satan Owl, he was a fitting mental opponent for even the craftiest of people, one such as him was to by not means be underestimated. "A good job? When has a good job ever been good enough? In this world you're either the best or your trash. There is no room for error and no room for failure." She said as she leaned forward slightly. "What a comforting thought I suppose." She said in reference to Will staying in Hell for the rest of eternity. "I suppose we all go somewhere though, and you would never, for obvious reasons, fit in in Heaven."
Phantom looked around as Vincent began to use his powers to the fullest, the heat of the water increasing by the second but all the while He could see Vincent trying to repel the water. "He probably should have just erected one of those dome barriers around himself, oh well live and learn." He said as he pushed off his curent coral reef perch. "Enough of this world." He commanded as the water suddenly was sucked into the cracks in the ground like water going down th drain in a tub. When the water was gone both Phantom and Vincent were back in the regular world, the boring concrete slab arena that they were in before had returned, neither of them were wet because all of the water in the world was of his creation therefore it all disappeared. "He did good, still rough around the edges. But good." He said with a smile.
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