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 Posted: Tue Oct 11, 2005 4:24 pm
"Irvine, gone? Too bad... and here I was eagerly looking forward to finishing him off for good this time. Pity." He frowned and turned his back on Kuro, seemingly lost in thought over this newly revealed information. Although nothing that suprised him it was still a disappointing turn of events. He had killed Irvine once before and was looking forward to being the one to put him down permanently.
"Hah... really now. I am rather surprised to find you in such a horrid state. Gone soft on me have you? All this time I thought you were a capable warrior who would at least stand against me for longer than a minute or so." With a gentle shrug, Xol turned back to face the fallen woman with a placid look of benevolence on his face.
"Don't move... this is going to hurt. Alot." He snarled, sneering before kneeling down and stabbing a bladed finger of his right gauntlet into one of her main veins running along the crook of her elbow. A searingly hot pain would erupt as Xol injected her with a small bit of his essence. It would spread through her blood stream with agonizing speed, instantly perking her up and healing any flesh wounds, dissolving any poisons and putting her mind at ease. Almost blissful really.
"That's it. A minor fix untill you can either heal the wounds yourself or find someone to heal the wounds for you. That's just a temporary shot of my essence that's programmed to break down after a set period of time. Don't want you... gaining any of my powers or abilites now do we." Xol chuckled darkly, still kneeling over her as he retracted his bladed finger and looked at her inquisitively with his extraordinarily intelligent crimson eyes.
"Now... how did you beckon me? I've never heard a plea when teleporting before. What did you do that made your plea for assistance special enough to break my concentration?"
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Posted: Tue Oct 11, 2005 5:59 pm
Kuro watched as Xol turned his back and saw the flash of disappointment that crossed over his face. She felt a wave of disgust wash over her for having to inlist someone else for help.
"I need all the energy I have, Xol." Kuro said nastily, feeling fury well within her. "If I wanted to kill you I would, but not at the expense of my own life, I still have other things to accomplish before my time is up." Flecks of amber stirred in the irises of her eyes as she glared at him. "If it was my wish to fight you I would have come after you." Kuro said truthfully. "Weakened state or not."
Kuro breathed in sharply as he stabbed her, feeling the burning thread through her veins. She had to contain her aura so as not to throw him off of her, which was the instinctual thing to do. She did not scream, but stared hard at the injected blade like finger in her arm. Almost instantly she felt a sort of refreshed feeling come over her. When he extracted the blade like finger she looked up at him. Matching her ice blue eyes to his crimson ones. When she had composed herself she answered his question.
"I merely set myself on another wavelength. Under normal circumstances I probably could not have contacted you."Kuro paused for a moment. "The ability becomes more powerful on the verge of death, or in times of great emotion." Kuro managed to shakily stand on her feet. "You were the only chance I had, much to my dismay."
She cracked her neck, rubbing the stiffness.
"Irvine is not dead." Kuro whispered, sheathing her sword.
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Posted: Tue Oct 11, 2005 8:59 pm
Yotsuba *She let out a small almost faint sigh and looked down at her hands and then to her claws. It was pretty much clear now that the silver in her claws was probably what was hurting him the most when she scratched him. Normally people didnt really freak out that much from a little scratch, so she figured that it had to be something else, more or less the silver. She reached out her hand as if giving it to him, then put her index finger from her other hand and placed it in the center of her palm. She added a little pressure and mumbled "Entfernen Sie" Which caused her claws to seemingly pop out of her hand and fall onto the ground and then diminish into the dirt. She glanced back to him, moving her hair out of her face*
"...That's all you have to do to remove them...."
*She paused and repeated the same thing to her other hand*
"Just add a little pressure and say 'Entfernen Sie' and they will come right out" It didn't matter how small a scratch it might have been, with silver it burned for a while afterward and healed unusually slowly. Shrugging, he smiled at her. "So you trust me enough to show me the trick to them, huh? I'll have to remember that then. Its just that I have a somewhat..... 'adverse'...... reaction to silver." Focht sighed, alittle surprised they hadn't been interupted by anyone while out here.
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Posted: Tue Oct 11, 2005 11:03 pm
"Irvines not dead? Perfect... that means he'll still be searching for redemption. If that is so then I will finally get to close that dark little chapter once and for all." He said, raising to his full stature with another "lost in thought" look glazing his eyes. It had been Xol who'd put Irvine in the grave the first time and he was beyond confident that he could and would do it again it the circumstance arose.
With his facial features returning normal again, Xol turned his gaze back down to Kuro. "You? Fight me? Hardly... however, if you ever do want to meet an early demise then by all means send me another telepathic message sometime love. I promise not to disfigure you too bad, ok?" He chuckled coldly, content that he had got under her skin. It was more so that he wanted to be harsh to her for some reason. But why? After looking down to find himself absentmindedly twirling the black vial of blood marked 'L', he received a chilling thought. Perhaps the evil contained in the vial was somehow corrupting his otherwise good intentions? It sure was making him think darker thoughts than normal. Odd. Would this interfere with his eventual use of the dark liquid?
"Anyways, I'd love to stay and chat, but I have more pressingly urgent matters to attend to at the BC. Take care and try not to overexert yourself, eh? And do try to get fully healed as soon as spossible... remember, what I did was only temporary Kuro..." His voice trailed off as he exploded into a plume of black mist and returned on his journey to what could be assumed to be the BC.
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Posted: Tue Oct 11, 2005 11:28 pm
Kuro quirked a brow as Xol left and sighed, she would let him have that little bit of inflation on his ego, she was healing and that was all that mattered. He had hardly gotten under her skin.
"Xol. . .all bark, no bite." She said into the breeze. She rolled her eyes and for a moment felt like herself once again. "For once I'd like a man who had more finess than ego." She shrugged off the guilt that she felt for speaking ill of Xol, after all, he had healed her.
The evil was consuming his aura, she had felt it on his arrival, she wondered what his intentions were for the future, she knew that they were anything but good. Kuro knew that she could match anyone in battle, just because someones fighting style was different, did not make them weaker. Emotion was a weakness in battle, those who let thier ego consume them would not last long.
Kuro stretched, feeling much better than she did a few hours ago. She glanced along the tree line and smirked when she caught sight of the wolf's eyes glaring at her sharply.
"Spies again." she whispered. She spat at them and then grabbed her things, she needed to make it to Sui, he would be able to help her.
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Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2005 1:07 pm
Quietly Hellius walked through the forest his thoughts encompassing his mind like a dark shroud, he had been wandering the huge expanse of the forest thinking to himself. He sat down on a fallen tree, and pulled forth his violin form his back, he ran the bow across the strings leaving a sweet note that floated soundlessly through the large wood. He began his song the song of longing, missing those he had lost many moons ago. The music was heavy and dark, filled with remorse and sadness. He continued to play, not caring who heard the sorrowful song.
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Posted: Thu Oct 13, 2005 6:35 pm
Anastasius Focht It didn't matter how small a scratch it might have been, with silver it burned for a while afterward and healed unusually slowly. Shrugging, he smiled at her. "So you trust me enough to show me the trick to them, huh? I'll have to remember that then. Its just that I have a somewhat..... 'adverse'...... reaction to silver." Focht sighed, alittle surprised they hadn't been interupted by anyone while out here.
"I didnt even realise that i was showing you that . .. normally i think before i speak like that..."
*She started to laugh a little after she thought about it for a moment*
"Well you can still make mistakes, you have to put pressure in exactly the right spot and you can't mis-pronounce the words."
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Posted: Thu Oct 13, 2005 7:35 pm
"I don't know if its a good or bad thing that you keep 'slipping' around me. Could be worse though."
Focht winced as the first bit of feeling from his left arm hit him. Maybe the fact nerves were being healed first wasn't a good thing; and from the sharp, itchy, burning he felt, it was going to be a very slow process.
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Posted: Sat Oct 15, 2005 7:40 am
Golden eyes flashed as a form uncurled from the ground, black fur hissed softly against leaves as a large wolf slid from under a bush. Even as the form stood it unfurled into the form of a man wearing dark clothing. No weapons were visible as the form smiled darkly and moved off to find signs of life. The most important memory had risen from the murky depths of his mind. There was a way to clear his mind and prove he existed, first he'd just need to find someone that was strong. With that in mind he began walking in the general direction of the dojo, there was usually someone in it's vicinity that might be interesting. He was moving at a slow pace and would likely take a few hours to get where he was headed.
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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2005 10:20 pm
Looking down at his hands, Tegral smiled. Plasma cannon, Raven Claw, White Gauntlet. Three attacks...he knew them, but did not remember them! He knew he had been a monster, possessed by dark energies, but he could not remember. He knew, with every fiber of his being, that at one point of his life he was not real! He was a machine, with the ability to hurl gobs of plasma at his enemies. Then there was the white gauntlet...he didn't remember that one, and he barely knew of it. It was there, right before the raven claw. It helped keep him in check. But why? What was he keeping in check? Was he some sort of deranged half demon...or mearly an over powered wanna-be hero? "It doesn't hurt anymore..." He murmmered to himself as he continued walking. His smile had turned into more of a snarl at that point.
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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2005 10:52 pm
Pausing a moment Tegral, or was it Hidjie, glanced back down at his hand. Closing his hand into a fist he held it out infront of him. Something? Anything? Energy? Nothing. Slowly lowering his arm back to his side he tried the other arm. Push? Pull? Opening his hand and spreading his fingers wide, so his palm pointed straight ahead, he tried again. Nothing.
Maybe he's no longer what he is. Maybe he never was. Sighing he let his arm fall back to his side. Liquor...? Women...? Closing his eyes he shook his head vigorously. Nothing! He was...Teg-Hid-Teg-Hid...He was who he was, and that was going to have to be sufficient.
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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2005 10:56 pm
Forcing a smile onto his face, why, he started walking again, but to where? Did he have some place important to be? Someone he needed to meet? Why was he smileing...there was no one here to see him, and even still...what did he care?
-thum-thud-thum-thud-
What is that? Is that his heart? He was a machine, machines don't have hearts. No, that doesn't sound like a heart beat, how did he know what a heart beat sounded like. What was it? His footsteps? It took Tegral...Hidjie...a minute to realize that he had stopped walking. What was that?!
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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2005 11:00 pm
A man with a briefcase appeared in the forest, from the middle of nowhere. Clutching the breiefcase to his chest he sighed and started to walk along. He wore a simple white labcoat, with smudges of blood and grease on it. He could've been a scientist, possibly.
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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2005 11:03 pm
Tegral...Hidjie, his name WAS Hidjie...began laughing. It started with a soft snicker, and soon grew into a hardy, mirthless, bellow of a laugh. Wait, maybe he was Tegral? Which one was he?! Who was he...he was...that man. Rolling his eyes into the back of his skull, still laughing, he rolled his head along his shoulder. Time...what time was it? Was it day or night...which one was night and which was day? Pausing, his head looking up into the treetops, the laughter slowly subsideing. His eyes were still rolled into the back of his head, but Tegral...Hidjie...Tegral...Hidjie...Teg-Hid-...he looked as if he was concentrating on something beyond the trees.
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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2005 11:06 pm
The man sighed softly to himself as he started to jog through the forest. He was following the sound of the laughter, and cursing under his breath. He adjusted his glasses slightly, as he ran along.
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