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 Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2011 12:19 am
He didn't make it far in his attack, after Chama effortlessly was pushed away by the pretty little pony, he felt him self enclosed tightly between a nice pair of breast and the wall. Problem with said breast? It was their captive, dripping blood from the attacks of Kat and Tedan. In that moment, he had a little fear that he might die. On the other hand well, Death couldn't be sweeter then at the hand of War itself. What did they say? All's fair in Love and War?...Or Was it love and death. Well whatever.
Though when Eris spoke to him, he couldn't help the small coy grin spread against his face. "I like being lucky." He nodded in agreement with her, "I like sunrises as well Babe." He didn't know why even in the face of DANGER and a clearly stronger opponent, he was stilling willing to hint at flirtations with her. Why? Why the hell not.
Just as he thought she might move away though, either to start her escape or make an attack, she leaned in, closing any distance between them and....
Chama screamed, ringing through his head. Lucky ah yeah! If anyone was to ask later, Dakota would forever remember the kiss of War. Oh and that last tidbit. Rough.
"Hot Damn." He grinned before steadying himself, at some point when his blood started flowing back to his brain, he would remember that War was the hunter's captives and he'd have to restrain her.
"Hot Damn." He repeated.
((Dakota: 40/40
Target: N/A
Damage: N/A))
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Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2011 11:55 am
And it was just at that moment, where Dakota was still musing over his trophy prize that the door pulled open, the soap and water drained out the same direction, and one very Pissed Off Death Hunter stepped in. On the bright side, at least he wouldn't need to re-polish his boots.
WHAM. There was not even a warning before Dakota slammed into the back wall with enough force to send a car flying, there might have been an audible crunch, but it was lost to the sound of the impact against the wall. The trainee would be limping for a week after this if he was lucky.
"Julie." Oh, he was pissed. "Get the ******** out."
The Moon Hunter did not have to be asked twice: she nervously snatched the remote, and fled out of the room without a second's worth of hesitation. Silence as the door closed behind her with a small whumph.
If Julie was a professional at ******** things up, Caelius would have been considered a master at really ******** things up. The occupants in the room - including one freed Eris - might have managed to catch a glimpse of Circe before they all went skidding towards the ground, the walls, the table, wherever the shockwave landed them: there would be more than just simple cuts and bruises for several trainees when they left the room. He didn't wait for them to recover.
"Trainees, when we have a guest in the room, you do not ******** attack or provoke the guest. That would destroy the entire ******** point of having her here wouldn't it?" While he wasn't at least yelling each syllable out, he was coming pretty close to it. "Next time you jump to conclusions, though I do partially blame our guest, she unfortunately will not experience the pleasure of working working with me next mission." He gestured towards the corner of the room. "Now, get yourself ******** straightened up and wait for further instructions."
Having composed himself somewhat, he stepped over to Eris, and then past her, propping the table back up, and then the chair next to it. "Apologies for the delay, your younger 'sibling' was more than happy to share most of the answers I was looking for, with the exception of one." His scythe weapon hummed, as if daring the Heir of War to attack back. "Now please have a seat, as much as you enjoyed me beating up my own trainees, I assure you that I only take actions based on what anyone deserves." x_Nata_x Eris can follow instructions or take action as she pleases, same battle mechanics follow. Nyxtsuki Moon Dakota has 0 HP - he is now verging on unconsciousness and probably badly wounded. OOC - Despite any possible injuries from the attack, Caelius has asked all the trainees to back off and well, really, go stand in the corner. - The room thankfully is no longer slippery or that wet
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Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2011 12:12 pm
Once she had done her damage, Kat slid back and waited for another opening. She had to admit, she felt a pang of guilt watching the woman. She didn't look to be in the best condition. In fact, she looked to be in the same condition when she had left the forest with Caelius and the others. Looks like she hadn't been treated for her wounds--then again..that wasn't surprising to her.
When Eris turned on Dakota, Kat had thought that she might be moving to attack him after missing his chance to strike at her. She was so wrong. Standing dumfounded, she watched the two a moment. Did she just..? Yes. Yes she did. Her eye brows went up, a little shocked, but not all too surprised to see this happen.
Before she knew it, Eris was already on Tedan. This time, for an actual attack. Not even having time to move, Kat near slipped when trying to move forward, watching as the horsemen aimed for the hunters neck. Oh s**t! If that hit, it could end badly for Tedan. Thankfully, the boy had enough time to shift his weight so that the side of his head took the blow instead. That..probably wasn't a good thing either, but better then what could have happened.
Glancing from Tedan to the other hunters, she hoped by now that Ryan and Wilson had regained their footing, and Dakota had snapped out of his daze--not before Caelius had walked in, unfortunately.
WHAM
Kat winced when seeing Dakota slammed back into the wall. Julie retreated quickly when ordered out--was it too late to follow after her? s**t. Last thing Kat wanted was to be stuck in a room with a pissed off Death hunter leader and a hell pony.
Hitting the wall with a large amount of force from the shockwave, Kat gripped at her arm. ******** that hurt. She wouldn't be surprised if her arm was dislocated or broken from this. Thankfully, she figured dislocated.
She remained silent as Caelius spoke. There would be no point in arguing or trying to defend or make excuses for their reasons. They ******** up. It was as plane and simple as that. "Yes sir." Her words were very quiet, if not a little shaky. Pretty much in the corner already, she stayed put, and watched as the Death hunter asked Eris to take a seat.
Well, if she wasn't scared of Caelius's temper before, she was damn sure terrified of it now.
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Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2011 1:38 pm
Ryan muttered something and pushed himself off the floor, careful not to slip a second time when he forced himself to stand again. Once he was sure he was not going to fall over, he began wiping off any suds that still clung to him.
"I'm fine..." He answered to Wilson, happy to know that at least he wasn't the only person to slip. "but how do we fix... this." He continued pointing towards Eris, who was now roaming about freely.
The situation had gone to confusing, to annoying, and then to s**t since they all got here and now he was unsure of how exactly to handle the situation.
Julie didn't seem to be down anything but make matters worse. The others trainees had already rushed to meet her, two with their weapons out, while one chose to use her fists instead. For reasons he was assumed, was so that she wouldn't cause as much damage to their 'captive.' Dakota on the other hand, must of temporarily forgot about the current events going on because he was still flirting with the woman--thing.
"Dakota, would you cut it out! Now is not the time for this!" He hissed at the other boy. Very tempted to deliver the very same line to Eris as well. Though before he could say anything more, the door opened and--
WHAM
Ryan flinched when Dakota hit the wall, with enough force to cause the trainee some serious damage. Hell, if he had hit it at a bad angle, he could have been killed! He was lucky to be breathing!
He started to move, but before he could move over to offer the fallen trainee any medical assistance, Caelius knocked them all back with some sort of shockwave, sending him to the floor a second time. At least now he hadn't landed in the soapy liquid again.
He struggled to his knees, wincing when he felt the new aches and sores that came with the attack--their punishment. Small injuries in comparison to what others might have received. He didn't bother to say anything in their defense, there was really not much point. The death hunter was pissed, and Ryan highly doubted he'd like to hear excuses right now.
"P-permission to tend to..." His words trailed off, but he was looking back to where Dakota had fallen. Despite their the s**t they were in, he didn't want to leave someone who was injured unattended.
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Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2011 6:45 pm
When that door slammed open within the next few seconds, Tedan was (thankfully) already against the wall as Caelius' shockwave hit. And then the b*****d proceeded to blame them for attacking? Oh what the ********, who did he even---
Arda cut into his thoughts, the handle of the axe he was still holding seeming to shiver just slightly in his grasp.
Tedan's jaw clenched at that, but he forced himself to stay quiet, leaning on the wall still with Arda held diagonally across his chest - a semi-guard position just in case something else happened. supposed to do in that situation? Let her go after the guys that fell on the floor and were helpless? Dammit.>
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Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2011 6:59 pm
There was one thing that War would consistently concede to, regarding Caelius: he sure did know how to make a girl weak at the knees.
When the Master-Hunter entered, the entire room seemed to go completely silent, the air practically dripping a stillness rivaling the presence of death. That was the sort of awe, and possibly fear, that he inspired -- even War, half-crazed from personal insult and the prospect of freedom, froze mid-motion as she moved to throttle Tedan. That, in itself, was a feat: war, the essence, was a dynamic domain, volatile with the tendency towards being somewhat of a juggernaut. Tempers flare, hate builds, punches are thrown, and suddenly before you knew it the city was on fire and people were fighting in the streets. And it rarely stopped before someone ended up broken on the ground. Caelius needed only to step into the room. The sound of the door slowly swinging open was enough to draw her attention, the possibility of escape far too sweet to pass up, but the moment Eris' eyes settled on that dark hair and furious expression, she knew not to move another inch.
She might have been a slow learner, but there were times even she could be trained. Not that it did much good, in this instance.
You didn't have to see the blow to know Dakota was down for the count, the sound of packed meat upon impact with a blunt force echoing almost sickeningly in the small room. The horsemen didn't bat and eyelash at her boytoy's demise, still focused with that same, startling intensity on his attacker. Neither did she acknowledge when Julie slipped from the room, despite how the door clicked shut, essentially punctuating her thwarted escape. The subtle flash of pale blue, so distinctly Hunter, drew her eyes away from his, recognizing the subtle glow of the weapon most everyone feared, but by that point it was far too late. The shockwave rippled outward without War even getting a glimpse of the scythe, the air vibrating with tangible intensity, and she promptly was thrown backwards away from the door, away from him, her body hitting the table hard enough to overturn it before she collapsed in a heap on the ground. Not unconscious -- they had been in far more violent skirmishes than this -- but she did certainly ignore as he chastised the trainees, one hand snaking beneath her to press against the wound Tedan's ax had inflicted. It wasn't until she heard the sound of his footsteps, first growing closer, then moving past her completely before she lifted her head from the arm that had been cradling her head, tossing wet tresses out of her eyes to spill back over her shoulders.
"You always were a jealous lover," she purred, that feral pitch still lacing the low, sweet tone. Straightening a little further to sit properly, she merely watched idly for a moment as he set up first the chair, then the table, taking her sweet time before she moved lazily to stand, wet skirts clinging to lithe legs tucked haphazardly to one side. He was finished returning the items to their original positions by the time she had sauntered back over towards them, tracing wet and bloodied fingertips over the smooth tabletop before sliding them over the back of the chair, seating herself at his request.
"Don't be modest, love -- you enjoyed it far more than I."
Eyes flicking downward, she idly fingered the shackles still bolted to the legs of the table before sliding them back up to where Caelius stood, gaze flirtatious and mocking.
"Would you like me to put them back on? Might be fun~"
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Interesting Conversationalist
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Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2011 7:59 pm
“I have no idea,” he answered Ryan. Gently he pressed his hands to the floor to slowly prop himself back up, only to slip and slide midway. Wilson bit back a string of curses, but attempted to stand up again. He followed Ryan’s finger to gaze at Eris, who had Dakota pinned to a wall. He immediately panicked. What was she going to do?! She leaned in, closer, closer…
“Wait. Did she just kiss Dak—“ Another step and he fell onto his back. Exasperated, he sat up and just stayed there. He picked up the faint click of the door opening, revealing Caelius. Wilson’s eyes widened.
WHAM.
“Dakota!” The younger hunter slammed into the wall with a painful thud and it took Wilson significant restraint to not clumsily flail his way over to Dakota’s side. Caelius’ expression warned him to do otherwise. He sat rigidly, prepping himself for whatever the Death hunter chose to do next. It was a bomb just about to explode. He watched the door close shut as Julie left before a force sent him sliding across the floor and crashing into a table. Wilson squeezed his eyes shut, hissing and tenderly touching the spot on his head that had knocked against the table’s edge. Despite the pain, he forced himself to listen.
His weak response came out shaky. “Yes…sir.” With the floor now drained of most of the water, the trainee found it much easier to stand up and walk around, but God did his head and back ache from that damn table. Wilson shot Caelius a wary look before walking over to Dakota. He bent down, intending to somehow drag the lad to the corner with him. Like hell he was going to leave an unconscious Dakota lying there all by himself.
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Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2011 8:09 pm
Chama chimed again, sounding audibly pissed as he slowly took a step towards Eris, what he was attempting, he wasn't sure. Though he didn't really get time to think anyways as the door clicked and water gushed out. Looking up he met the eyes of Caelius before he felt a force push him up and back.
Chama screamed before he hit the wall with a sickening thud. It was...In Dakota's mind, the last thing he saw of anything before he blacked out, laying there like a rag doll.
Anything else that came to him was only a blur and non audible anyways.
((Dakota: 0/40
Target: N/A
Damage: N/A))
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Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2011 10:21 pm
And as much as Eris demanded attention, Caelius always had the annoying habit of making sure everything was functioning as he so desired. Including broken trainees.
"You will tend to him when we are done," The Death Hunter fixed his stare on Wilson and then Ryan, "And then await further instructions. Including your punishment." While he made no move to prevent them from moving towards Dakota there was that clear indication that he did not want to be interrupted as well. He turned back towards Eris, ignoring her jibes in favour for light pacing around the table.
"War, a most difficult clan to deal with. While in written texts it states war as violent, I am sure the more appropriate term is strategic." He stopped to the left of Eris, shoes sharply tapping against the floor, one arm against the table, not quite close enough to the Heiress be intimate, but instead, direct. "So tell me, Heir of War, would you consider yourself the strategic ringleader of the four?"
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Posted: Fri Dec 02, 2011 12:43 am
That pacing... each punctuated step was worse than the cold slice of a shiv. It was a little easier, without the shackles -- the acidic burn in her muscles had ebbed -- but Caelius hadn't been in the room, then, and he was worse than a thousand chains. A chain you could fight and feel just a little vindication, a little less hopelessness. A chain you could fight against, instead of fighting against yourself just to keep your body from leaping from the cold metal chair. What was worse, he gave her no outlet either, now allowing her even the satisfaction of the slightest twitch of a reaction. And he was so deliciously angry... It didn't help that she distinctly felt drained from the wounds, the lack of FEAR only making her more anxious.
He was a rough lover indeed. Not quite bordering into abusive, but she had to wonder if perhaps that was exactly what he was, hiding behind the mask of hospitality.
While the master-hunter was busy, War allowed her head to loll to the side, looking away from him and the rest of the trainees, seemingly to stare off into space. When he was finished, and the air was filled only with the sound of his footfalls against the tile, her breath deepened a little to match, eyes sliding closed, looking perhaps to others as if she rested peacefully. It was only after he stopped completely, his low voice replacing his steps that she allowed them to flutter open again. Lolling her head to the side, Eris turned to focus on the master-hunter with an intense stare, as if she were seeing him less than she had seen him a few moments ago, laughing low in the back of her throat. He was so close... "You know as well as I they would never tolerate that," she replied, deceptively patient.
It took the rest of her self control to resist the urge to fight. She wanted so badly to pin him to the ground and throttle him, not to death, not this time, just to ease the aching burn of desperation, feel his skin beneath her fingers...
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Interesting Conversationalist
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Posted: Fri Dec 02, 2011 8:13 pm
Silence, punctuated by the hum of the ethereal scythe weapon as it nestled Eris's jawline, the touch light and cold. "Perhaps once, we had a reason to truly fear you, but now all I see are lingering remnants of what you once were. Insanity has made you weaker, and your efforts more pathetic." The table clanked just slightly, Caelius shifting closer. "Then I'm sure you understand the urgency of this situation, before the Heir of War is inevitably, replaced. I would like to have my map returned to me."
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Posted: Fri Dec 02, 2011 11:21 pm
Surprisingly, for once in likely all the time she had known Caelius, Circe's touch did not burn nor bite. At first, Eris felt a rush of fear as the scythe moved closer, the hum one of the most terrifying sounds she had ever heard, the low, heavy murmur now dangerously close. Lifting her chin, the heir drew in a sharp breath, her gaze dropping to likely the most dangerous weapon in all of Deux, a sudden clarity returning to her eyes. But the touch was merely cool, contrasting so vibrantly with her skin but not unpleasantly, and she lifted them to the Hunter again, relaxing again. Once more, a low, subtle laugh reverberated from deep in her throat, the horsewoman smirking as she tilted her head down to nuzzle the scythe softly against her cheek, placing a tender kiss against the metal.
"Talk sweet to me," War crooned, tone mocking.
The sound of the metal table shifting broke the silence, the jarring sound almost cutting off her off before she'd finished, Caelius shifting closer. The weapon pressed tighter into her jugular, tucked neatly into the gentle slope of her neck, but she ignored it, leaning forward to match his advance.
"Dear Master-Hunter, you may have your map back..." she replied sweetly, the defiance dripping from her tone,"Over my cold. dead. body."
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Interesting Conversationalist
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Posted: Sat Dec 03, 2011 8:04 pm
He froze as soon as he heard Caelius’s order. Wilson meekly stared back at the Death hunter, but once he directed his attention to Ryan he relaxed, though he quickly slumped his shoulders when he realized that there would be punishment after this. Goddammitall. However, it appeared that he wasn’t against Wilson helping Dakota as long as he was quiet. As soon as Caelius refocused on Eris, Wilson delicately scooped the younger lad in his arms. Frickkkk you’re heavy! Dakota, go on a diet or something! D: [YOUNGIN’ DON’T DO THIS JUST LEAVE THIS KID AND GO BACK ALREADY.]
Sweating buckets, Wilson walked very quietly back to the corner. He didn’t think he’d ever walked so quietly in his goddamn life. pleasedon’tnoticemepleasedon’tnoticemeka;ldf;jaskfAAAAAAH. He only just barely registered what the heck Caelius and Eris were conversing about.
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Posted: Sat Dec 03, 2011 10:41 pm
Caelius's grip on the weapon did not shake the slightest as Eris mocked him: but for a second, he saw the true Heir of Death, unblemished, staring back. And as she dared to test her boundaries, Circe simply shifted closer, blade edge practically embedded into the skin - would it be a trail of red blood or simply the black Fear-infused smoke that seeped out? - and then a second where the Death Hunter seem to himself, have lost his own clarity, eyes burning with hatred, disgust, one arm shifting closer -
Click - And in that very second Eris was bound again to the room.
The Death Hunter stood up, weapon de-summoning in the same moment. "Move." He did not wait for the trainees to scatter before walking through the motley of them. "You are all dismissed trainees, I will see you later."
That was a good enough exit for them as anything as Caelius strode out the door.ALL TRAINEES - All trainees can now choose to leave the room, including the injured. - Trainees in this room may be contacted later for a 'follow up mission' x_Nata_x - It looks like Eris is alone in the room again... for now
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Posted: Sun Dec 04, 2011 4:02 pm
Ryan flinched at Caelius' stare and bit back on any choice words he might have said, nodding anb choosing to be smart and remain quiet as ordered.
The last thing he had wanted to do was get on the death hunter's bad side, and here he had done exactly that. He didn't need to make matters worse for him and everyone else here in the room, by allowing his temper to explode. So instead, he waited quietly and patiently for their conversation to end and only moved towards the near unconscious trainee after Caelius exited the room.
"Makes me wonder who is scarier... Them, or Caelius..." He whispered to the others, before looking down at Dakota; frowning once he got a close up look at the mess the death hunter had made of him.
"Come on, lets just go... The sooner we get him to the infirmary the better. You two should probably get seen to as well." He looked at both Tedan and Kat as he moved to open the door. Neither of the two trainees had gone unscratched and he doubted a mere band aid would fix things.
Exiting!
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