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 Posted: Wed Sep 19, 2007 11:42 pm
Rayth? Deal with Gatz would you? I do so hate trying to think in two places at once, it gives me a migraine.
*She spoke the words aloud, then let the hatred from Gatz wash over her. Hate and anger made good fuels for her skills, and even someone elses coudl be used to her advantage. She winced just slightly as Gatz yanked at her mind, but overall, didnt show to huge a pain.
Rayth in the mean time flitted through her mindscape like a child on drugs. Which he practically was. Dancing about Gatz and his intrusion, the lesser demon darted this way and that, grabbing onto Roan's end of the link like it was a skipping rope, denying the chance to latch onto anything concrete from Roan's head, while slowly eroding away the link from this side too. Gatz had now officially been fitted into Roan's SEP list and thus breaking the link and loosing the dead weight was perfectly acceptable. Rayth would simply make sure such a break did not involve having any of her more serious traits copied over into the chaos entity.
In the mean time, her physical self... yawned*
Sense? Im sorry, I didnt realise I had to make sense. Its one of the perks of being a villan you know. You get free license to laugh madly at any given moment, indulge in bizzare phobias and generally act like a lunatic without reprocussion. And very well too! The day to day job usually involves rather foppish young men trying to kill you in the name of morality. Its gets so tedious after the first hundred or so. Hero's arent even very nourishing.
Overall... Dante is probably the smartest one here right now. If he HAS done what I believe he has... it was rather a neat solution to the problems he faced. Are you going to USE those my dear? If not, put them away.
Something Ive forgotten to do... oh yes!!!
*Electric charge surged through Roan's body, like the national grid just suddenly switched on. Anything touching her, on her, or in her immediate vicinity was in for a near fatal shock as she arced her back lesuirely and stretched, fingers and toes curling luxuriously as if she was laid in her rather sumptuous suite at home. The charge woudl last a good twenty seconds before she stopped it, the blue lines under her skin breifly visible before fading*
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Posted: Thu Sep 20, 2007 12:05 am
You're acting like a child, DeSeer...
*The faun returned, hooves clicking on debris as he sauntered back towards the group, apparently not at all taken aback by the scene now presented to him.*
I think I prefer it when you and your clan just blow things up and I get left with the aftermath to sort out. You on vacation is MUCH more work.
*His tail looped down and scooped up a stone from the remains of the house, then skimmed it across the floor, watching the sparks that flew up when it neared Roan... and shattered into pieces*
...such a waste.
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Posted: Thu Sep 20, 2007 7:50 am
While the weapons forming from her wings were more instictual than intentional, given Lilith's impulsive nature, they were just as dangerous. However, before Lilith even got a chance to consider using them towards whatever end, she was blown off of Roan by a huge jolt of electricity.
"Waaaaahhhhhhhhhh!!!" Lilith flew though the air for over 50 meters before she landed, well away from most of the rubble of what used to be the suite. She was badly charred and she lay motionless where she had landed, save for a few tears that had formed and shed from a combination of the pain and feeling of helplessness.
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Posted: Thu Sep 20, 2007 9:09 am
Realizing that this zone was entrenched in battle, Sierra did the one thing she knew would help at least her and Quint, asking the bats if they'd use her energy instead to move her medically stable brother. Complying, the bats melded themselves onto her body, wrapping around her hands stretching behind her arms and upper back. With this new addition, she was instructed to lift Quint's body, something after trying was quite easy physically, but as she started to walk to her destination, Sierra understood why they needed that power.
Soon breathing with her mouth, a sign of fatigue, E.E* isn't only for Alchemy, it would seem.. Reaching the pillar that kept her protected from the recent attacks, she sat Quint down on his back against the wall, the bats sticking with her even though their sortie was complete.
Just in time too, since the awesome strength Roan had showed itself again, once more in the form of powerful lightning, zapping the field Sierra had once used to attend to her brother. Wiping a nervous sweat from her face, she changed her gaze towards Lilith, a body that had been severely shocked, now unmoving some distance away. Forever the medic, she couldn't let her fatigue gauge how well she would react, again keeping low, the bats reading her concern, making a sturdy helmet out of their combined mass.
Kit in hand, she reached Lilith without another bout of sweat, opening it while examining the succubus' body. If you can speak to me.. Sierra asked, unconcerned with a pulse, since the subject was still breathing, and there was no bleeding, I need you to tell me what hurts. In her hands now was a gel, it used to soothe burns. Though she was unsure of the girl's body's makeup, Sierra was there to assist.
((* Equivalent Exchange. Didn't want to type that out at the time.. ))
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Posted: Thu Sep 20, 2007 10:52 am
"... Eh?"
Lilith cracked open her eyes as soon as she realized that there was someone next to her. Expecting to see someone she knew (and hopefully Dante), she was instead treated to the sight of a relative stranger.
"You're not... oh..." In her current state, it was unclear whether she sounded disappointed or relieved. With the pain of the shock slowly fading, she ignored Sierra's offer for help, using her wings to assist her in standing up and hobbling slowly over to where Dante was lying. Considering how far she had flown, and how slowly she was forced to walk, it was going to take a while.
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Posted: Thu Sep 20, 2007 11:18 am
This was rare, someone who was in obvious pain, refusing help. Sierra would have let her go, if she hadn't seen Lilith's slow gait. Trotting to catch up, Sierra didn't try to stop Lilith, instead talk to try and figure out what she wanted to do. I'm no physic.. She admitted, But I think it would be hard to find your sister while alone, and injured. As they neared Dante, she nodded silently, pieces fitting together nicely. Sierra looked this man over as well, and diagnosed him stable, and asleep. How could he have slept through two powerful blasts was beyond her, but Sierra stayed close two Lilith and Dante now, finding that she was actually enjoying herself, taking care of the sick.
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Posted: Thu Sep 20, 2007 4:10 pm
The spinning motion of Ryath's "skipping rope" suddenly spun out of control, twining tightly around the demon's metaphysical form.
Yoink, Gatz exclaimed cheerfully, grabbing his end of the connection and pulling it lose. The weakened end of the link--rooted in Roan's psyche, not her minion's--suddenly gave way. Rayth's consiousness flew away from her as if the hyperactive creature had been hooked to a bungy cord, flying across the gap between. He'd come to rest floating halfway between the two beings, held in check by his own ties to the daemon. It was if Gatz and Roan had decided to play a mental game of tug-of-war--something that normally didn't well for the 'rope'.
"Missing something, Roan?" the chaos entity asked sweetly, strolling back towards her as the lightning blast died down. He glanced at his foe's approaching master, smiling wanely at his comments.
"If that's how you feel, maybe you should end the vaction and put her on a stricter work schedule. Limit the coffee breaks to every hundred years and such. And I have to tell you, Roan and her brood seem hyper enough even without all the caffine."
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Posted: Thu Sep 20, 2007 10:47 pm
Missing? Hardly.
*Pushng herself up and mock scowling at Ice, Roan casually drew her sword and tapped the red stone set just below the hilt. It gave off a melodious chime, glittered fiercley, then settled down*
He'll come back when he's ready. Go have some fun Rayth.
*And so saying, the insane little demon, currently bouncing about the astral plane between Roan and Gatz and muttering about bungy jumps suddenly found himself granted his body for a while and dropped to the floor in reality. Chuckling madly, he was then off like a rocket, vanishing among the debris, apparently doing the breast stroke. Roan shrugged. A few hours without Rayth talking about being a lemon in search of a gin and tonic would be fine. Yes, she was slightly restricting her powers by NOT fighting to haul him back right now, but with everything she had to choose from, it didnt matter.
Baleful eyes turned back to Ice then and she sighed. She had been enjoying herself, in her own bizarre kind of way and she knew the expression on Ice's face. She was going to have to start being sensible again, she just knew it. Sierra didnt know how lucky she was. Roan really had just been playing... in the wars she usually fought, the FIRST person targetted was always the designated healer, and the cainite had a sneaking suspicion Ice was about to put her back to work*
Go on... I know that expression... now what?
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Posted: Thu Sep 20, 2007 10:54 pm
*Looking at Gatz as he spoke, Ice shook his carefully sculpted head as if in anguish*
I'd love to, but union rules and regulations! For every decade of service, even as the undead, a week of holiday has to be granted. Unfortunately, if I added up all the time in leiu and basic holiday Roan is owed, she could go 'on vacation' for several years. What can you do, eh? Hands are tied on this one...
*Which of course was a load of beaurocratic bullcrap but when you can look like whoever you want and front a shadow organisation made up entirely of dead people in a world of living creatures who still for the most part refuse to believe you can exist, who needs sanity or even cohesive thought? Privately, Ice had a small bet on that the joke was on all of them, and RAYTH was the most sane person going.... or at least the most likely to know where to find a gin and tonic at any given moment.
Roans voice drew him back to the present and away from his happy thoughts on life the universe and everything*
Ah. The Mekhet showed themselves. Corbin dealt with them. Oh.... and I dealt with Corbin. Please when you decide to hit me, remember how much its going to hurt you back.
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Posted: Sat Sep 22, 2007 9:37 am
((Of course there's unions and beaurocracy. What kind of place would Hell be without it? xd ))
"Or I could just perform that service for both of you, and once I've finish, you two might consider the matter settled," Gatz said with a grin. "Of course, I might have a little trouble figuring out when to stop once I get going. So, to pick up where we left off..."
Gatz took a running leap, sailing towards Roan again. This time he stiffly held out a leg, prepared to kick the daemon-vampiress in the face, rather than tackle her again.
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Posted: Sun Sep 23, 2007 5:22 pm
Rioushu went looked between Gatz, Roan and Ice during their conversation, not really amused anymore. "Bah, this is boring, someone do something exciting!" Rio said, throwing his hands in the air. Just as he exclaimed that, he saw Gatz charge at Roan and go for a kick to the face. He didn't believe it to be the wisest of areas to attack, but then again on Roan nothing was, and at least kicks to the face were always funny. Of course, Rio wouldn't be denied a piece of the action, taking the initiative and charging Ice, going for a punch to the side of the head instead.
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Posted: Sun Sep 23, 2007 11:36 pm
*October leaves, swirling across the ground, the warm autumn breeze ruffling her hair and soothing her, despite the fact she stood opposite a young teen, ready to try and take her head off.... a few months later, the cool crisp air of winter, boots crunching in snow as the kid sought her out... a month further on still, warm violet lips against her ruby ones, the taste of blood....
Anger lashed out from her, causing small depressions in the ground under her feet, her arm snapping out to catch Gatz' foot as she glared at Ice, memories of Corbin pleasantly washing through her head*
What did you do to my son, fiend....
*She blinked and sighed as Rio spoke, then morosely nodded, though her distraction meant that if Gatz had altered his trajectory or plan after leaping for her, she would indeed miss grabbing his foot and no doubt suffer a blow*
Indeed. All the fun has left the area. The Mekhet... this is not the best place to discuss matters. Vacation over, huh?
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Posted: Sun Sep 23, 2007 11:45 pm
Do? Again... not something to talk about here. Remember, I am his commander. It is my perogative.
*Ice's pink eyes turned to Rio, full of bitter sweet sadness, like a puppy. His calm, peaceful eyes were hypnotisingly beautiful and OH so deceptive. He did not initially move to avoid the hit, but leant back out of the way at the last moment, his fingers running over Rio's fist as it whistled in front of him before the faun danced backwards on his hooves.
The touch had been light, extremely so... and prehaps its effect for a few seconds would not be known. Ice was a Clan Tzimisce Cainite, his skills therefore were flesh and bone craft, and ne of his favoutite ways to deal with brawlers? Crafting their tendons to tighten and muscles to relax simultaneously. At his age and skill, it required only the lightest touches on an area to allow him to do so, and Rio should now find his hand cramping in extreme pain as his tendons forced his fist to close tighter and tighter, while his muscles tried to let his fingers move the other way, resulting in him crushing them in his own grip.
Horrifyingly, Ice had the ability to do this to a persons whole body with just a few touches and had been known to leave particularly personal enemies as coiled up balls of whimpering near-dead flesh when he was finished with them, left to die from the pressure on their own internal organs. At other times of course... it was just more fun to crucify them on their own bones.*
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Posted: Mon Sep 24, 2007 11:03 am
Rioushu, someone Sierra had missed in the recent struggles, decided that he was ready to join the fray, causing her to groan softly. Was it the pain that got these men off? Regardless, she watched on as he went after her previous foe Ice, then raised a brow at that demon's defense, which while it did keep him from being hit, did nothing else. She kept an eye on Rioushu for a moment, but her peripheral vision spotted Gatz in a leaping kick towards Roan, and as confused she was of Ice, Sierra knew that Roan wasn't someone to really get a reaction out of from kicking her, since whatever it was under her skin was made of a strong metal. The daemon's counter could probably be rapid, and powerful, so with a shaky command, the bats made a couple of very small thrusters, enough to only hover. Before leaving the immediate scene, Sierra pleaded again with Lilith.
If you don't want help, fine. She spoke out of frustration now, But at least help him, since you seem to care so much.
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Posted: Mon Sep 24, 2007 11:33 am
Gatz did not change his path in the least as Roan caught hold of his leg. Instead he allowed the limb to relax, letting it neatly bend at the knee and ankle in order to bring him closer to his target. Resting briefly in the deamon's grip, held in the air against her by his own momentum, the entity swiftly tucked his trailing leg up and brought it to his chest.
Smiling slightly, Gatz snapped out a new kick with the other limb, sending swift, hard heel kick across the arm's length distance to his opponent's face.
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