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 Posted: Fri Jun 09, 2006 5:00 pm
"?!"
He stared down at her, bewildered at first but then slowly understanding.
Seemed the both of them had the burden of being considered near mental...
"Sierra! Sierra!! SIERRA!" He shook her several times, refusing to let go of her, even as he tried to make his voice reach her.
"It's alright--- it's okay dammit!! I'm here, I'm here right now!"
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Posted: Fri Jun 09, 2006 5:03 pm
A shift in direction drawed her from the path that she had chosen. To the Arena, it said, and she obeyed. The symbiote that covered her body gave her only one way to view the outside world: With her mind.
Hunai didn't know how she got here, she just knows that she is here. Her entire body covered in a black shell that protected and encased her. The center of her forehead upon the black mass shined a brief example of what lies underneath the shell: A single patch of white skin marked by the shape of an eye. It seemed to glow.
Her appearance could be noted in the stands, anyone who got close enough - even with repressing her abilities - would probably feel like something is leeching at their energy.
Hunai didn't like this ability - nor this symbiote that surrounded her -, but she lived with it.
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Posted: Fri Jun 09, 2006 5:14 pm
// Damnit Vahn... Why must you always insist on thwarting my hard work? Well. We can't be having this now... // Rakar thought to herself as she pressed harder against Sierra's mental balance, slowly tipping the scale toward insanity. If Victor hadn't helped her gain a more dominant status within the elf's body... then voice enough should have brough Vahn's lover back to her senses, thanks to the bond they share. However... Victor, Ra'kar, human failings and a good deal of distance had weakened even that sacred tie.
:: He's here now... but he'll soon leave you once he learns of YOUR betrayal. ::
"It wasn't me! IT WASN'T ME!"
:: It was your body. You could have stopped it sister. ::
"NO!"
:: You let him touch you... have you... love you... USE you. ::
Sierra begins clawing at her arms in an attempt to use the pain of bleeding flesh to held her hold her footing.
"I-- I won't lose... Not again! Not to you and not to him! I can't just GIVE UP NOW!"
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Posted: Fri Jun 09, 2006 5:22 pm
The symbiotic eye and head turned peering at the woman screeching about and yelling to herself.
What a waste of life.
The symbiote's own thoughts fought against the more rational thinking of it's master. Hunai watched, arms hanging limply and looking rather out of place among the people of the stands.
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Posted: Fri Jun 09, 2006 5:28 pm
Katia suddenlly, sparatically, jumped up from her seet in the audience, a girlish grin crossing her face, an unlikely expression for one so serious. It faded quickly though, and she receded back into her enigmatic, morose state, wrapping her cloak tighter around her as she stepped towards the edge of the stadium where she could watch the current fight more carefully. It seemed interesting, how minute the details of this exchange were... the altering of ions and such made it extremely hard for her to keep up with the scientific part of these battles.
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Posted: Fri Jun 09, 2006 5:58 pm
Why can't we kill her?
Because, there is no point behind it.
...
Hunai remained where she was, the shell spiking at certain points, like some sort of heart monitor, before collapsing back into it's form. All the while the debate continued inside the mind of Hunai.
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Posted: Fri Jun 09, 2006 6:26 pm
The thin, lanky form of a young man was sprawled out casually over the steps, elbows propping him up but appearing as though they could give out at any moment. Straight, spikey blonde hair he had and below that eyes of only the purest innocence. Loosefitting, brown clothes 'graced' his slim figure; the torso vestlike and the pants baggy. Bandages seemed to cover much of any exposed flesh- the forearms and wrists, the shins and feet, tied about the forehead and so on and so forth. He gazed silently at the sky, passing clouds and the like in an attempt to pass the time.
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Posted: Fri Jun 09, 2006 6:40 pm
Oh, what is this?
Looks like a normal person to me.
Well there's something strange about him.
The symbiotic shell projected a small peice of itself, in the shape of a small ball, outwards towards the man sprawled out along the steps.
Zooooooooom!
Why won't you just leave people alone?
Because you humans are so much fun to play with.
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Posted: Fri Jun 09, 2006 6:47 pm
((Dude, stop interacting with characters that aren't there >_>;; Please. ))
Eventually Vahn's grip on her shoulders and his worried voice would reach her through Ra'kar's taunts and sneers... that maddening laugh of hers echoing through the corridor of her mind.
She opens her eyes wide, a little too wide. Panic... Fear... Pain... Loss... they all seemed to swirl in her wild-eyed gaze as she looks at him searchingly. It was as if she were just realizing he was there... but wasn't quite sure that he was.
"Vahn?..."
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Posted: Fri Jun 09, 2006 6:54 pm
*Splat!*, as the object struck the young man in the head.
"Ow! 'The hell was that for?!" he asked, though in no specific direction. His eyes scanned the stadium for the attacker, eventually stopping on Hunai herself. He said nothing to her, instead merely continuing said gaze.
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Posted: Fri Jun 09, 2006 7:07 pm
What the hell are you doing?!
Fighting.
The symbiote shell constricted itself and stimulated the muscles of Hunai. She moved, dashing downward, leaping across seat upon seat. Until it reached the sprawled man.
Jump!
Kick!
The symbiote's body, which is what it is called now considering that Hunai's input has been nulled out, leapt into the air and delivered a single kick to the man's head. It was fast, sharp, and totally under control - much like the symbiote now.
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Posted: Fri Jun 09, 2006 7:12 pm
A dark circle would appear on the ground and a black figure would emerge from the pavement, a loud howling sound, like a dying wolf, could be heard throught the stadium. Dark energy and electricity swarmed around this figure rapidly until a strong gust of wind erupted from within this cacoon to blow the energy away.
Kyoshiro Colossus could been seen slowly pacing forward, hs long white hair that flowed down to his lower back swayed in the delicate breeze as he walked, his fists clenched. He wore a pitch-black zorro mask to shield his eyes, but not his Jigon eye, which was half closed in the middle of his forhead, its pupil was blood red. His dark enchanted katana was sheathed in its casing and strapped behind his back, it glowed black with its own aura.
Kyoshiro would look around the stadium, seeing another wandering soul
"Hmmmm...." He thought to himself, the facial expression staying the same, bitter. While he walked he left deep four inch footprints in the pavement, his shoes clattering as he walked. He sighed a deep sigh, wondering what to do to keep himself occupied until his next match.
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Posted: Fri Jun 09, 2006 7:27 pm
Though there was no obvious reaosn for it, it seemed this person wanted to harm the young man. Without hesitation his right arm came up, though not as to directly block the oncoming assault itself. Rather, about his wrist, some of the loose bandages flared up into a solid band, erect and sharp and perhaps a foot and a half in length. This newly formed offense was between the foot and the young mans head. Two facts would make it hard for the woman to avoid the narrow blade- first, her inertia was carrying her forward, combined with the fact that it was all rather sudden. Second, her being airborn means she could probably do little to fight or change her 'flight course' so to say, further threatening to damn her outstretched appendage.
Were she to somehow avoid this and continue forwards he would lean to the left harshly, before attmepting to create some distance between them.
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Posted: Fri Jun 09, 2006 7:35 pm
Bam!
The sharp paper collided with the symbiotic shell.
And it dissolved, decomposing itself into the shell as the shell and Hunai herself absorbed the paper, and the magic or energies needed to craft it.
The kick continued on it's path due to the absorbtion traits of Hunai and her shell. As the kick continued the symbiote's left leg extended downwards and the shell extended further splashing onto the concrete steps - acting like a pillar - in order to keep Hunai in the air.
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Posted: Fri Jun 09, 2006 7:51 pm
He scrambled back down the steps and away.
"The hell, lady?! Whats your problem?!", he yelled. Chirst. Oh, yeah, sure- It was an arena. Point is, these sort of things...Theres usually a formal manner in which they occur.
He drew his right arm up defensively, the band loosening slightly and stretching out as to allow slack for the dissolved portion. While the right was up and aligned horizontally(between the both of them, up as to account for the slant of the stairs he was on) left left was back and behind him. With the flick of a wrist and use of simple slight of hand, into his hand appeared three slips of paper, their purposes known only to the young man himself.
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