♥Amount of Blood: Heavy/Light ♥♥Smell: Pungent/Faint
ѺѺѺ A little enjoyment of watching those students before a blatant interruption. I'm done hiding you. So now...
You're noticed. "Well duh. My masking is horrible compared to yours. Hell, you've nearly scared me again. But thanks for the massive help with the butt." Whatever. There are a lot more who want you now. They aren't here yet, but there are a few seconds left. Play your cards right. "A clear, dark alleyway. Good. Puppet with strings." Without smoke, even the faintest glimpse in the midnight alleyway, a summoning of a human-like puppet comes from the shadows running to Sword. It is sorta lifelike besides the creases of limbs and can perfectly run like a human. The puppet does look like a human although its breast is missing a four inch stripe of 'flesh' but has a small ball in the middle of the cavity. Not much else can be investigated. Sword quickly threw his cross, at a magnificent speed, when the feet hit light, into the puppet ball. It looked like a sphere connected with a plus. A scroll rolls from its feet. The puppet though, will now harness Part of Sword's wicked and dark attraction that could never be wiped away but could diminish, which his presence always caused attention with great sensory users. The necklace's strings expand beyond its own current length then it wraps around Sword's fingers as if he is a marionette master. Sword's own body was hidden perfectly from anyone, but the evil, the purely malicious evil which is reduced in hiding its major presence is implanted into the puppet. Very few people appear in the alley now, very discrete arrival. Sword began to twitch his fingers before time and the puppet would move his hands down until they reach the light, then jump back. "Why is it still so afraid of light? Let's see here." Sword picks up the scroll and opens it reading a mixed dialogue of information from few different languages. He could make out a scarce amount of words, but not many. He places the scroll beside him and continues to fool around with this living puppet. A few minutes later, the puppet flies deep into the darkness. Someone tries to take the puppet, but Sword pulls 'very hard' on the strings, throwing the assailant and puppet out of the alley. The random only clings to the wall away from light, yet a really small light of a very very serious face is seen then back in the darkness. The random is strong by suddenly kicking Sword as he tumbles into the street. A gust of wind. The scroll also comes into light. Sword picks himself up quick after two feet slightly injured, running back into the darkness. A small sound of impact was heard, Sword is sent rolling. The necklace broke and most of it laid sluggishly on the puppet, the rest is on his fingers traveling from the hard knock down. On his back, Sword lifts himself to one knee holding his abdomen, seeing the feet of the puppet disappear. The expression of anger and annoyance from a matter of seconds, the puppet was gone.
A very small presence of hate lies within Sword's heart, as if remembering a pet die in front of your eyes. It was perfect but came with a huge problem.
SWORD HAS TO FIGHT WITH THE NECKLACE AS CHAINS!!! OH GOD NO!!
The detectable presence, inside the puppet, was transported into some other location. Sword's real body is here and his energy, mind, and body though is undetectable. ѺѺѺѺѺ
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“I am the punishment of God...If you had not committed great sins, God would not have sent a punishment like me upon you.”
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Posted: Fri Sep 25, 2015 4:43 pm
"To threaten my friends is your way of saying you want to die!"
[¤*-Draigomir Escoloth-*¤]
☩Name: Draigomir Escolothe' ☩Sexuality: Bisexual ☩Weapon: Fang of Taimat ☩Mood: Cautious ☩Current Thought: Come out or die. ☩Current Theme:• Main Theme: Rain
Draigomir's eye's were scanning the entirety of the alley way. He felt the fluctuations of energy in the sinister presence, making him draw his sword, it igniting in ghostly flames. Show your self unless you dont wanna die. Draigomir demanded, a spectral echo in his voice. Tiamat cautioned him as he advanced.
"I suggest not getting carried away my dear Draigomir. This malicious entity is very old & powerful. You may only manage to force it away, not kill it. But if there's a chance, siphon some of its essence for me, with that we could become stronger my dear vessel."
Draigomir nodded in agreement as he narrowed his vision to see a figure in the distance. Without words he got into a swordmaster's stance, intensifying the silver & lavender flames that danced around his sword.
"Im the Spirit Dragon of the Zaibatsu! You'd be a fool to challenge me! " "
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Posted: Fri Sep 25, 2015 11:44 pm
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Black feather to black feather the murder of crows surrounded the area and out of the their darkness Tatsu emerged. His eyes as cold as they were when he first joined the Doma, the only place he could truly feel accepted. Without even sensing him he could feel Sword's presence. A Doma veteran in this area seemed all too surreal. He truly must be a veteran to have the stones to appear in the Zaibatsu town square in broad daylight, making himself known. Although, he had to hand it to the veteran. Not everybody can pull a mulligan on death. But why here? What was his gain? Amusement? Tatsu had been trailing his energy since it first manifested itself outside the Zaibatsu walls. "Truly. Lord Sword is the most colorful out of all the veterans." he spoke in an almost inaudible whisper, then transforming into a crow and perching himself ontop of a building antena. Watching the veteran use a puppet for a scape goat. "Looks like he could use a hand.." he said as more crows followed, perching on the building with him coating it in black birds. Then, with a blink of his blood red eyes they all shrouded the sky in black as the crows all crashed into each other forming Tatsu once more. Landing in front of Sword's puppet Tatsu aims both of his twin pistols at Dragomir. "We were just leaving, lap dog of Xenon. I'd hate to kill you before you even get to the front lines." he spat out giving one if his guns a click showing he meant business.
♥Amount of Blood: Heavy/Light ♥♥Smell: Pungent/Faint
ѺѺѺ Caught already? Wrong card. Some strange man calling out to the puppet. Obvious high official. Now another person arrives to protect Sword an even worse card. He wanted to be alone yet, Tatsu was unfamiliar to Sword though, lost in memory. Sword is acknowledge by Tatsu though, but what organization is he from? Sword thought he was hated by Doma from all the few random disappearances during his reign, but they probably already knew back then. Tatsu should not get involved, but he is now known by a Zaibatsu peasant if he could see into the pitch black so this might not end well. The puppet itself, broke its neck to turn around to see the colorfully purple man. Draigomir stood ready and cautious. The puppet did the same neck break and slowly reached for Tatsu's guns to hold them softly as if not to fight. The broken necklace would slowly enter into the black cross tip that is faced toward Draigomir. Tatsu could feel the horrendous quality of darkness beyond any other of this world along with a pungent smell of blood. He may even feel an agonizing set of danger and advances on him too. An old raspy voice is heard from inside the alley. "Is this wise? Another war you desire? Pick and choose what you do for now. I no longer have affiliation." He awaited the response . If he were to hear a proper response, the puppet would give its own eye to him which contained the battle of Sword versus Xenon, but not his survival. There was another matter to attend. On the other hand the real body Sword was a little off Sword's living body raises his hands up in playful surrender. "Come on people, I'm just taking a stroll around here. No need to chop off my head. I'm friendly." He said laughing this out in comedy. His broken necklace rapidly wraps around his fingers and hands. He has no care for these people, but his focus is on Xenon though. Sword is out of tune. He waves his hand up and down to the popular students. "Hey overachievers. Sexy les's and boys. Nice to see ya. Especially you there, Derek...Hehe--" He dug his hand into the ground at perfect timing grabbing some random attacker when their own hand reached out the ground below Sword. Sword pulled her up and tosses her away like a wet rag. "See? Didn't kill that dummy. Ahhh we're all having a swell time." His eyes were affixed with a curious, interested look at that Diviner kid. He remembers Derek's arrival very well before Eight's death. Cute baby. ѺѺѺѺѺ
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“I am the punishment of God...If you had not committed great sins, God would not have sent a punishment like me upon you.”
▅ Sometimes, you have to dig real deep to get where you need to be....▅
►Affiliation: Zaibatsu ►Occupation: Divine Force Soldier ►Age: 16
►Ambitions(s): To uncover the secrets of his past. ►Theme Songs:Senya [Playing - Not Playing] ►Fighting Style:Kickboxing & Karate (Based on Shorinji Karate)
_┗ It seems that you're going to have to follow it regardless. He kept silent as he had not moved a muscle as Bonnie stepped on forward, closing the distance between the two figures. She lunged forward to him as some sort of comforting embrace, wrapping her arms around his neck. Her skin was...soft and smooth. All Derek could do was simply continuing staring at her, not moving a single limb from his body. He could feel his hair being played with by soft intensity from her fingers. Her voice got darker with each passing word, though dark in more of a conniving and psychotic opposed to the tone of a ruthless villain who was out for blood and only that. It was at that point he was apparently given an ultimatum, either 1, continue doing what he's been doing or 2, keep his mouth shut. Derek's mouth arched as his eyes closed for only a short amount of time to chuckle at her options. His hand, raised slowly from his pocket to the side of her face, gentle and firm, smoothly rubbing her cheek before resting his hand on the bottom of her jaw, where his thumb and his index finger firmly grasped the jaw and pulled her only a bit closer to him. His eyes open slowly as he had a grin on his face. It seems you may have overreacted to what's been going on here Bonnie. I have only the intentions to break the foundation of understanding who you really are... Their conversation then in itself, turned into a telepathic one where only the two can converse with one another shutting out everyone else with only their imaginations to prosper from what their eyes can only record. 'I don't know who you are, and quite frankly I couldn't care less. You know nothing about me and it's safer that it remains exactly like that. Though I must admit, I admire your abilities to use telepathic means to psych your victim out, and it seems I've barely scratched the surface...though it'll take a bit more to get me off balance...'
Keeping his composure clear and together, Derek was able to fend with Bonnie for a bit before letting go of her cheek and placed his hands on both arms respectively and pulled them off of Derek. There was one thing that did throw Derek off his guard was her telepathic message. It was like as if she knew exactly what was going on and even giving him advice. How much did she know and how was she able to discover this information? Well all those thoughts are simply questions...for later. ┓
✖As the conversation between the two went on Bonnie's smile simmered down. Was she over reading his actions? she thought he just through threats naturally. I mean when you want to get to know someone you generally have a conversation similar to twenty one questions or actually play the game. What a strange boy. As Derek went on pulling her closer she jerked herself back a inch, well tried, and failed. What did this eat? surely his strength wasn't up with her ex, but it was close. Kind of. Anyhow even with his cold persona Bonnie could tell her contradicted himself a lot. First he says he doesn't care about her let alone doesn't want to, but his feelings says he's curious and his verbal statement was the opposite of his mental one. Reason behind why she referred to him a lost boy earlier. Not that it bothered her he was interesting enough for one and two she knows she'll be seeing him again. I mean he only said she scratched the surface, so seeing she started why not continue plus its been a while since Bonnie's broken down someone and who better then the Zaibatsu's greatest secret. Giving him a smile she smacked his arm in a playful manor. "Aw your going to make me blush hun," Bringing her hands up to her cheeks covering them to hide her suppose red cheeks,"As much as for yourself lost boy I decline your challenge. I mean...well never mind no need to spout that right. BUT! if you need to let someone in I love juicy secrets. Pulse the mystic branch is always so." before he could reply she simply walked away. Well not without saying her goodbyes to Lacie, who was still mingling, dam woman. After that she left the square heading back to Mystic HQ. [[Exit]]
Waving a goodbye to her loony ex Lacie bide the guys Farwell as well and went to speak with her ring of male companions everyone was there, but Draigomir . Odd? wasn't he just here moments before. Scanning the area she felt someone in one of the alleyways, but it didn't seem to dangerous or unsettling it also wasn't his. Perhaps he went to grab something to eat or something. Not wanting to get a headache she decided to ask her least favorite person in the whole universe realms and all,"Were did Draigomir go?"✖
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“Doushite nigeru no, Watashi ga kirai na no...?"__________ "Sonna no kimi janai, Damashita ano hito no sei?”
Shúfāng had perched upon the top of a building and shut her eyes. She was not sleeping but instead relying on her other senses for a moment. The difference in steps and chatter of the crowd seemed to fade as she attempted to search for abnormalities. The chatter of teenagers and... threats? Her eyes opened slowly as her ears fixed on the origin of the sound. The woman leap from the building and landed with a fluid grace on the ground below. Shúfāng did not stay in line of sight long as she melted into the shadows. Her light steps were inaudible against the noise of the city and her figure cloaked within the shadows.
The woman was not visible until she was forced out of the shadows and seemingly "teleported" into view a few feet away from the group. Her bright blue eyes fixed on the group as oddity after oddity occurred. Shu did not bother to interact with them. Instead she chose to disguise herself psychically so those she did not directly interact with would shrug her off as a passerby that got a tad too close. She did not seem to be affected by the chaos going on around her as she made her way towards the possessed body Sword had. The woman slung her arm around his shoulder and forced a grin as she attempted to 'encourage' him to move the the edge of the crowd. Her finger tips had dug into his shoulder ever-so-slightly but not enough to be extremely noticeable, unless she clenched the pressure point of course. "Well hello there old friend. What brings you here? Sight seeing? Lost in the streets? Leaving abruptly without saying goodbye?" The Red Lotus of Zaibatsu smiled as she moved away from the main group a little more before shifting to telepathy. "I cannot let you wander the city causing so much trouble. Tone it down and get something to eat, drink, or go to the red light district and find a whore. Hear me?" Her voice was quiet within the mind of the figure who had quite literally just killed someone. She didn't seem threatening what so ever, but then again she didn't seem to be anyone important. Well, except for Sword who wasn't being affected by her psychic disguise for the time being.
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Letting out an irritated sigh Tatsu twirled one of his pistols on his index finger away from Draigomir and instead pointed it at Sword. "If you have no affiliation with the Doma then enjoy this mess by yourself. Sorry for the mix up." he said twirling both pistols and holstering them in a fast complete motion. "I'll be on my way." he said in his usual emotional tone. His time here was wasted, which was unfortunate, but not all that bad. He got to leave his den and even got to use dust, his pet crow, on his way here. Just as he was about to leap onto the building something caught his attention. The slight scent of one more Zaibatsu dog but before he could react he glanced over to Sword and saw she'd already made herself known, her arm draping over Sword's puppet's shoulder. "You're fast. I take it you're no ordinary soldier, miss." he said admiring the woman. Then leaning against the cold, hard, alley wall.
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▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ In his own little world James barely even heard Lacie question before shaking his head snapping back to reality. He'd been staring at Bonnie as she walk away from the four of them and trying not to make it obvious he answered Lacie's question with a lie from the top of his head, "I, uh, think he said something about burritos and diareah or something. He said he'll be back later." he said scratching his head and smiling hoping that she'd buy that. Still. He glared over to the direction of the alley. There were now multiple energy levels in the area now. Only two he really recognized. One was a ROOT member and the other was Draigomir. Clenching his fists he worried about the upcoming events; yet, he felt excited at the same time. He wanted to try out a few new techniques he'd learned from his father in Shinkoku. Taking a puff from his e-cig, James looked at his three comrades. "You guy's down for a bite to eat? I'm feelin' a bit peckish." he inquired looking at Kouen for back up on this. ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
♥Amount of Blood: Heavy/Light ♥♥Smell: Pungent/Faint
ѺѺѺ This beauty coming to me? From a small break of his stationary eyes there is a woman with her lovely attire who placed her soft arm on his shoulder. His eyes would look in her eyes if possible as a glance and willingly listen to her words. She didn't seem to be very persuasive or well known either. The world around her surprisingly tuned her out. In reply, Sword gently spoke by ignorance. "Hi little bird. The transition of telepathy brought a sparkle to his eye. It's very intriguing to experience a new telepathic user. She sounded just like his daughter. You please me. Can you hear me? He thought. Sword's pupil covered the red in his eye. Without cease after the thought he responded through telepathy solely between them. "I hear you loud and clear, but getting into trouble was not too long ago. Might be the same when the whore gets on her knees. Plus I'm just visiting the living amigo Xenon and basking in his divine glory. He'd be delighted to see this old fart wouldn't he?" The Zaibatsu needed something interesting, but he was unsure for Xenon's visit with this body.
The puppet couldn't give Tatsu the cross. He figured it would be a waste, though the information was unimportant, but only to stall and research to phish Tatsu's mind. Oh well. The puppet seeped into the marble below and was gone. ѺѺѺѺѺ
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“I am the punishment of God...If you had not committed great sins, God would not have sent a punishment like me upon you.”
"To threaten my friends is your way of saying you want to die!"
[¤*-Draigomir Escoloth-*¤]
☩Name: Draigomir Escolothe' ☩Sexuality: Bisexual ☩Weapon: Fang of Taimat ☩Mood: Cautious ☩Current Thought: Come out or die. ☩Current Theme:• Main Theme: Rain
Draigomir's eye's ignited as another unknown man came into view, now a pair of guns pointed in his face. Doma b*****d. He said as the two vanished. Looking to all those who crowded the alley. With a simple shrug he sheathed the sword and phased into the ground, then appearing next to Derek. Whats next He asked?
"Im the Spirit Dragon of the Zaibatsu! You'd be a fool to challenge me! " "
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“Doushite nigeru no, Watashi ga kirai na no...?"__________ "Sonna no kimi janai, Damashita ano hito no sei?”
Shúfāng was silent as Sword spoke to her and attempted to read what type of situation Zaibatsu was facing at the moment. She was about to reply when the voice of the Doma Admin caught her ear. He could've whispered a half-mile away and she would've of heard it, but at this distance, there was no mistaking it. "The past is wise to learn from but not dwell in. I just want to request a completely peaceful visit with no more loss of Zaibatsu citizens lives. If fighting does come take it outside of the city, please. I hate having to stay up late and clean up other people's messes. " Shu laughed quietly at her telepathic comment. It was completely against her nature to willingly let two potential threats to Zaibatsu run around but she need information first. That, and between the two of them, the fight would not exactly be fair. "Ordinary soldier? I'm just clean up duty. If people make a mess then its my job to make sure all the filth is cleaned up quickly. It may seem impossible but when strict with oneself, one rarely fails." She offered a small smile. Her deceptive tongue was used to weaving intricate lies. She smiled between the two for a moment. The female laughed ever so slightly and returned her attention to her surroundings. She didn't show it but her mind was moving a mile a minute and preparing a back up plan encase things went wrong.
♥Amount of Blood: Heavy/Light ♥♥Smell: Pungent/Faint
ѺѺѺ She said the perfect locution to make any man adore her. All the right words, repeatedly. Sword cuddled Shúfāng and delicately rubbed her back like long-term friends. However, his hands felt against her tattoo. Could it be a summoning ability from her back? Oh the paranoiac mystery tugs his heart. This intricate tattoo fascinated him in what her possibilities were, this was made clear. Shúfāng is right about not being an ordinary which explains her very artful tongue. "You sui generis whimsical dragon. I'll agree with your elegant request. You're lucky I'm part stupid." He laughed at himself being fooled. He did respect her wish yet knew it would not satisfy him when his puppet returns and fuse. Sword vanished. He'd keep Shúfāng in his head, remembering her words.
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“I am the punishment of God...If you had not committed great sins, God would not have sent a punishment like me upon you.”
▅ Sometimes, you have to dig real deep to get where you need to be....▅
►Affiliation: Zaibatsu ►Occupation: Divine Force Soldier ►Age: 16
►Ambitions(s): To uncover the secrets of his past. ►Theme Songs:Senya [Playing - Not Playing] ►Fighting Style:Kickboxing & Karate (Based on Shorinji Karate)
_┗ Derek replaced his hands into his pockets as Bonnie decided to step away from him and walk out of the group and head in her direction. Such a strange girl no doubt. Derek took a step around, about to proceed and walk away himself until he heard Lacie walk up and ask where Draigomir was. It was odd that he was gone, though Derek was too occupied with Bonnie to realize what had happened with anyone else. No clue, he was right beside me earlier... At that moment, he looked down to see someone phasing out from the ground, realizing it was him. Here he is.
Derek didn't feel like spending so much time in the City anymore, letting out a snort to himself and walk off. Responding to Draigomir's question about what happened next. Next, I'm out of here. I don't care where, just leaving here. ┓
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“Doushite nigeru no, Watashi ga kirai na no...?"__________ "Sonna no kimi janai, Damashita ano hito no sei?”
Shúfāng watched as Sword disappeared and the group began to disperse. She would linger a moment to gather her thoughts but that was disturbed by a faint rumbling she felt in the ground. The supernal hunter turned her attention towards the park. "What the hell was that? I shouldn't be feeling that kind of energy this far away. " She mumbled the words to herself as she began walking in the direction of the park. She was a lone figure moving through the crowd silently. Once she reached its edge Shu removed her bow from its place and thrust it forward so that it would spring into full form. Four would only be visible for a moment longer before melting into the shadows of a building and disappearing from sight.
