|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 Posted: Mon Nov 27, 2006 10:07 am
*rising from the beach below on the eliptical wings that surrounded its body, Rake made a gory, sick sight as it came into the vicinity of its shrine. Its back was a bloody mess where its wings used to be, and its left arm was little more than a skeleton with its metallic casing missing. Even its hair, usually pulled back in a thing plait, was coming undone and getting in the way as it landed and took stock.
99 was on his way, and so with a wave of its hand, Rake had two drinks ready on the table, blue light washing over its body. The wounds on its back closed and a fresh outfit flickered into being over its ravaged body, but did not hide the mess of a left arm.
Rake sipped from its glass while it waited, mismatched eyes flickering in time with its tail*
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Nov 27, 2006 11:33 am
The sound of squealing tires was his announcement to her that he had arrived. His dismount was something of an acrobatical display, as he began grinding his tires against the ground to slow until he was literally hurled, elf still in tow, from the bike by his own inertia, and landed in a careful roll, as to not further harm the one he had been carrying from the forest.
Slowly he stood, and passed into the shrine once again. He leaned over the nearest chair and let the elf slide into a semi-seated position before he claimed the second of the drinks laid out. A tentative sniff, then he downed a good portion of it.
Your requested prize. Any other duty you would wish of me?
He leaned against the wall as he looked from the "prize," then back to Rake. He still felt a serious degree of guilt for this, but he was forcing it back to maintain at least a semi-professional front in his dealings with Rake.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Nov 27, 2006 12:55 pm
Nice delivery 99.... well done. For now, sit and drink. I may be a few minutes here. Hope your not squeamish...
*Stalking over to the unconscious elf, Rake smiled grimly down at the limp form, then reache dfor teh Daemon blade he bore. As its skeletal hand closed over teh hilt, green energy ran over it as if its arm was whole and Rake laughed.
A few seconds later, an ethereal version of Shina-Tsu-Hiko manifested before Rake, bowed respectfully on the ground*
General Take... it has been too long...
Close, but not quite Shina.
*The second Daemon lifted its head and looked at Rake in suprise*
General? What's happened to you?!
Bonded with my weilder for the duration. All will be rectified soon.. your presence assures that. Please dont ask me more - its been a VERY long few months, and you wouldnt understand yet.
Then...
No Gehenna yet my brother. I have to ask though... why the elf?
Touch him and see...
*Recieveing permission to tamper with Shina's chosen weilder, Rake laid its normal hand on the Elf's skull, eyes widening a little before returning to normal*
Ahh... I see. Better than expected... but he's nowhere near strong enough for you...
Something I am assured you can rectify...
Oh? And whose been talking?
I'd have a word with Bud... sorry, Rayth. O-kuni's minions are the most wide spread it would seem.
*Rake nodded and looked hard at teh elf*
Been a while since we tasted Elf... even if he IS half drow. This will hurt you too I hope you realise...
Made that choice when I chose him. Death doesnt apply to us. I'll endure it.
Alright. It'll take me a while to get ready. I suggest you withdra as much as you can and rest.
Yes sir.
*The second Daemon vanished as Rake slid the blade into its weapons belts, its collection of swords settled comfortably about its hips as teh etheral Wind blade now took on its full form*
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Nov 27, 2006 2:44 pm
He remained silent as he sat and watched, sipping from his drink. He was growing more and more displeased with his role in things the more he learned...and he silently made the mental note to speak with Thane when he returned to the mainland. He had a few ideas that the man might be able to help with...as only a relic hunter could.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Nov 27, 2006 3:04 pm
*Snapping its fingers, Roan watched as vines growing in the shine snapped out and coiled around the unconscious elf, lifting him until he hung just of fteh ground, held by neck, wrists and ankles. It sighed as it gazed at him*
Usually, I do this in private and with my subject awake.. but this will have to do. Hope you dont mind if I chat away to you while Im at it 99.
*It turned its back on its new toy and unclipped its belts, the heavy items sinking to the ground as it rooted about in a pocket for a small roll of tools it always carried*
See, half a millenia ago, Take;s sword, Fergao, wa sin teh hands of a werewolf pack. And as ever he was lording it up as something of a deity even though only one creature at a time can channel him and the wolves had nowhere near enough power to let him even manifest etherally. Thats when Roan showed up. Had the right blood, had the power... Take made his choice. Roan was descended from Ferago, so he switched allegiances. That how the first blade fell into place.
*Locating the roll, Rake went over to the pedestal and cleared it with a sweep of its skeletal arm and unrolled the velvet, revealing scalepls, knives, hooks and a few vials.*
The second blade was a bit of a suprise - Daemon Blade Damaris, the black blade and most powerful of them all, containing King of the Daemons, Amatsu-Mikaboshi himself. And that came easily too. His weilder walked right into out territory.. and subsequently went through what our elf friend is about to - only conscious - and thus joined the ranks as the second DeSeer childe. Following me so far?
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Nov 28, 2006 3:09 am
Yes...go on.
He cast a quick glance at the instruments she was preparing to use. Internally he was cringing at the thought of what she may be doing with them, but he kept his stoic facade despite his disgust.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Nov 28, 2006 9:43 am
Good good. Third, the red blade, Isoda. That one came as a shock - I hadnt even sensed it in the area thanks to how aligned it was with its owner.
We busted into a club one night - I was after a Sabbat b*****d who dented my car. We found him, but of course we terrified everyone in the building... even the band. The lead guitarist ran into the back room, as did the scum bag we were chasing. Once we killed him, we realied the kid was still there - and that he had a Daemon blade. We took him home and gave him the DeSeer welcome, and he spent the last 2 decades hating my guts... but we're all good now, and he turned Isoda into a gunblade.
*Selecting one of the vials, Rake held it up to the light, revealing the greenish substance within. It shook the vial a few times and it turned purple. Nodding with satisfaction, it gently lay it along side the scalepls and selected the biggest knife, then started about cutting the clothes form the elf's upper body*
Then, the fourth blade, Okra. The purple blade is actually a spear, turned scythe since having O-kuni-Nushi sealed. I'd driven Zach and Az away to Japan - an intentional move - and was following them ad hoc to check up on them now and then. I took my eldest childe, Stead, with me. When we got into the vicinity of Kyoto, he started acting weird - didnt take too long to realise he was listening to a Daemon call.
We found the undisturbed shrine of Okra, and the scythe still on its pedestal. Azrael and Zach showed up soon after we opened the tomb - their blades had picked up the signal too.
Stead was of the right blood to weild the blade, descended from Okra, but... Daemons arent nice guys. They dont affiliate with humans easily, only when they realise they must do so to interact in the worl din their present form. Ferago, Damaris and Isoda had been loose in the world for a long time, so they took new weilders easily. Okra had never had a weilder since the original imprisoned it, and O-Kuni-Nushi commands all sorcery and madness. Despite warning Stead, he decided he could handle the blade... but he could not.
It scarred his arm as soon as he touched it, and ripped through his mind. He Ascended instantly to Omega form, but his body couldnt take the strain and his mind caved in. With one arm useless, he attacked us all, eventually forcing Azrael to strike him down with Isoda. O-kuni withdrew in shock, but the damage toll on Stead was too massive. He met Final Death and withered away right in front of us. We left the shrine that night and none of us dared take the scythe.
*Pausing in its narrative again, Rake pulled teh shredded clothes from Yoh and gestured. The vines spun the elf until his back faced Rake, the deity using a thick black marker to start drawing its logo on the elf's back, his muscles twitching as the pen tip tickled them - a sign he was beginning prehaps to come round*
The next night, we found that others had moved in on the blade. Though none had touched it, three men waited for us in the shrine. The were representatives of the Orient's shadow organisation made up of Cathayans, those these men themselves were servants only and did not bear the Blood. THey told us the Cathars had chosen to stopre teh blade in a safer location and we would be stopped if we tried to take it...
If you ever visit Kyoto... take a subterranean tour. When you are taken to a 'mysterious' cave marked with 'neolithic' drawings and skulls hanging from the cieling... take a moment to gloat that you know the person who dismembered the skulls owners and pegged their heads and spines up there for all to see. We caused the red stain on the floor too.
Okra now rests in my home, awaiting a weilder who is strong enough in mind to endure it.
Now, I also have the fifth blade and you will witness how I take it. Can you think why I am telling you all this, 99?
*It looked at him enquiringly as it set the marker down and took a sip of its drink, the DeSeer logo picked out across the whole spread of Yoachi's back, a scalpel now finding its way into Rake's grip*
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Nov 28, 2006 11:37 am
He was engrossed in the story, to be fully honest. It was an interesting narrative that had the wheel in his mind turning as he pondered the implications for this poor elf. But beyond that, it was something to remember, since by the way it listed off the weapons, there were likely more. That brought him to his conclusion.
I'm guessing you want my continued services as you gather whatever ones are left, correct?
It would be a tough choice, honestly. He hated the job, simply for his part in the damnation of this elf, but the money was enough that his vow to watch over his brother would be easily kept. He could afford, with this pay, to keep Izzy in school, and to hire someone to keep an eye on him while 99 was out for business. Perhaps even enough to pay for a bit of research that he had been unsuccesful in fully comprehending on his own yet.
A scythe you say, named Okra? Heh. I always hated that stuff. Damn nasty plant. Tasted horrible. Fitting that a demonic weapon be named after it.
He chuckled, using his ever ready sense of sarcastic humor to keep himself in a fair mood while he still could. He sighed, and drained the last of the glass before setting it aside.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Nov 28, 2006 12:35 pm
Though I'd be happy to pay you a retainers fee for your continued services as and when I need you... that wasnt the point of my story. My point is... ANYone who messes with Daemons dies. Horribly. By MY hands. Please dont get any fool ideas about seeking them, alright my friend?
Im sure we can work out a suitable monthly fee for you... whether I actually ask you to do anything or not. One finds goood help so rarely these days after all.
*Rake walked over to the elf and pondered where to begin for moment, then just as suddenly, whipped teh scalpel along the first curved line on his back*
And as for you.. you can stop pretending to be asleep.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Nov 28, 2006 12:41 pm
Heh. Makes me miss my old days when anybody's paycheck would do. Death threats, left and right.
He leaned back against the wall with his cocky grin returning. That threat wouldn't warn him off. Such things only served as a further incentive to pursue such things. It would be a great time, if he could get away with it. Besides...what could this thing possibly do, kill him? He'ld been expecting someone to pull that one off for years now.
You know what...I'm inclined to think of that offer as incredibly generous, all things considered, but being payed to do nothing is an affront to my own morals. To much guilt for getting by without any effort.
He then winced slightly as it slashed the elf's back, and sighed. This was not going to be his idea of entertainment. Quite the opposite, he was wishing for an excuse, any excuse, to slink away, but then again, that would be missing the point, if this was Rake's way of illustrating its threat. So he closed his eyes and shook his head. He'ld seen worse anyways.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Nov 28, 2006 1:08 pm
*With the slash, Yoh's eyes flew open, mouth opening in a loud scream, more from shock than the actual pain of such a clean slice.
Eyes darting wildly about himself, he soon realised his predicament and struggled. It didnt help. Even his dragons seemed to have deserted him, his magic nullified.
Glaring at Rake, he didnt say anything, merely let his gaze drift across to 99, eyes losing their vindictive edge as they rested on him. He then sighed and closed his eyes*
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Nov 28, 2006 1:13 pm
((And any furtehr Yoh stuff I shall post due to hassle of changing accounts xd ))
*Rake smirked at Yoh;s reaction, and raised an eyebrow at 99*
Oh we wouldnt kill you at first... just think of this as a a rather large dog warning a Jack Russell off its territory. And its your call to do with the paychecks...
*It then went back to its work. The thin scalpel made incision after incision, Yoh's back jerking with each slice, screams and whimpers peppering the shrine as Rake whistled a dischordant tune under its breath.*
Ok elf, listen up. There is a pattern to this... crack the code and it wont hurt as much.
*After outlining the main curves, Rake switched blades, taking up a strangely shaped tool, its use not immediately apparent. Until it used it to cut off the skin between each slice, leaving thick wounds which bled freely behind. Its ears twitched as Yoh screamed again, much louder than before*
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Nov 28, 2006 1:18 pm
He remained leaning against the wall, holding the same stoic mask of an expression. He did not once meet the gaze of the elf.
Make this short, Rake. I'm not fond of this sort of procedure.
His fingers were twitching. A good sign that he was wanting to shoot something. He had no clue as to what, but he remained still.
I'll take your threat at face value then, and remember to watch my back should I get any ideas.
He grinned with that last word. He knew Rake knew he was plotting to try something. And he clearly didn't care. He'ld just have to remember to have a sure-fire means of extricating himself from this sort of thing if he needed it. Once again, he began wondering what sort of item might be useful in this regard. Morbid, yes, but along the same lines as a soldier being ready with a suicide pill in case of the worst possible scenario. It couldn't hurt.
And so he remained still, against the wall, his fingers tapping away.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Nov 28, 2006 1:35 pm
Oh come on - cant take a little gore? How many people have you killed 99? How many people have suffered from a bullet to the leg, and subsequent painful infection becuase of the bacteria metal carries? At least this will be clean. But if you cant stomach watching what you brought on... be my guest. You can leave.
*It didnt face him a she spoke, and so its wicked grin was hidden. Yoh's screams drowned out any further words it may have had to say as it started picking out the 'RDS' in the center of the main segment, dropping bloody strips of flesh to the floor beside it as it worked*
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Nov 28, 2006 1:42 pm
True...but unlike you, I do not revel in death. Nor do I enjoy suffering. I consider this part of my penance, if you will, for my role in this one's damnation.
Once again his fingers twitched. He still had an almost full magazine in his handgun. He wouldn't need more than one, maybe two shots, depending. But he restrained himself, and continued to lean against the wall.
There is a reason I retired from the career of hired killer....or did the bonding of souls destroy that much of Roan that you simply forgot that fact?
He cast a glare at Rake, one filled with contempt, as one would expect, but also of something else. Pity, perhaps?
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Reply
