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 Posted: Wed Apr 07, 2010 2:59 pm
[[Louis : LoD : Throne Room]]
Louis was hit by the blast of shot of lighting, and sparked for about a second, but overall there was no visible effect. The glaciermancer turned slightly towards Alan, raising a hand to his threatening fireballs above his head, a dome of ice flowing over him. The ice was not clear, it glowed a metallic silver and its texture looked like mercury. The fireballs impacted the dome, instead of exploding, they flowed right through the ice and vanished. There was a moment delay, a shimmer, then the ice cracked all over. Another second later and the fireballs flowed back out, multiplied by the mass number of cracks. The two waves fireballs were aimed nowhere specifically, but shooting everywhere at EVERYONE within the ice walls.
The ice wall itself was impacted by plenty of the fireballs not flying towards the fighters. Several cracks appeared on its surface. Not only this, but several fireballs blasted holes in the roof of the palace. As the dome fell completely and vaporized, Louis stood with two large spears on ice in each hand. He quickly rolled his one shoulder back and launched a spear at Alan following the flow of fireballs.
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Posted: Wed Apr 07, 2010 3:10 pm
[Cory .:. Underworld]
"Ha, me fight Hercules? Get real. No, you see, I had something else in mind." Cory crossed his arms, dismissing the Revblade and standing on his own strength as he said, "Why not have the Replicas take care of him?"
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Posted: Wed Apr 07, 2010 3:15 pm
[ Hades : Underworld ]
"I've tossed around the idea," Hades said, raising an eyebrow at Cory, his sneer shrinking somewhat as he did. "What's that have to do with you?"
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Posted: Wed Apr 07, 2010 3:52 pm
[Cory .:. Underworld]
"The reason I'm looking for Mateus' host is because he was defending the Replicas. He must have been involved in their creation, and as such had access to information that others wouldn't. If I find him, we might be able to find out what makes those wannabes tick... And maybe find out their weakness. You have that, you control them. That doesn't entice you at all?"
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Posted: Wed Apr 07, 2010 4:07 pm
[ Hades : Underworld ]
"Sure, s'all very interesting," Hades said, using his pinky to dig out some earwax as he spoke, clearly contradicting himself. "But what do you think I can do, exactly? I can't just say 'abra cadabra, show me Mateus!'"
"I gotta know exactly who I'm searching for in order to watch someone, and they gotta have a mortal soul for me to find them. Mateus isn't some living being like you twerps," he explained, his voice now dull; he'd obviously become bored with the conversation. "So we're both outta luck in that department. No human, no Mateus, no Mateus, no Replikids."
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Posted: Wed Apr 07, 2010 4:11 pm
[ Ajora ; Elleon : The Flying Dutchman ]
"Alright. You've got the stupid b!t@#'s heart. Can I get the @#$% outta here or did you wanna monologue?" Elleon spat, standing at the doorway to the Captain's Quarters, glaring at Ajora as he seemed to put a glowing object away.
"Nope, you're free to go!" he replied, smiling at the girl as if she hadn't just insulted him. "Deal's a deal. You get me this heart and cause as much trauma as you can, and you can run off and do your own little thing without worrying about me stalking you. I'm a man of my word."
"As if," Elleon retorted, giving Ajora the bird before vanishing into a Corridor of Darkness, likely to return to toying with her original.
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Posted: Wed Apr 07, 2010 4:12 pm
[Cory .:. Underworld]
"Oh gee, now who has the information needed?" The rogue grinned before adding, "Back when the losers were still in Narnia, I happened across someone who would most likely have the technology to find this Host. A guado. Care to know more, or have you already beaten me to what I'm getting at?"
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Posted: Wed Apr 07, 2010 4:38 pm
[ Qareen | The Flying Dutchman | The Cap'n's Quarters]
Just as one Corridor withered away, another sprung to life. From it emerged yours truly, accompanied by an unconscious mush that she was so graciously leading by the hair.
"Hey-ho, the b@#$% is here," Qareen chimed with a freakish lack of enthusiasm, denoting the whore in question by lifting the hand that was clutching Arabella's tresses - or what was left of them - to reveal the pulp that remained of her face. And the marks on her neck... and arms... and torso. Were those bones protruding from her flesh?
On closer inspection of the Healer - 'close' being the keyword - one could see the numerous black stakes embedded deeply in her skin. On even closer inspection, you could even see her bloodied scalp and the bruises lined under it. Qareen must have been dragging her some fair distance; though that was easily given away by the bloodied trail Arabella's senseless body left in her wake.
"She's spiked enough to be gone for a good few hours... Unless you want her up now?"
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Posted: Wed Apr 07, 2010 4:56 pm
[Jenny :: BC/HT :: Dining Car]
Jenny watched as the cloudy image of Zexion strode out, thankful that none of them commented on her state of distress. She felt oddly uncomfortable crying in front of so many people but she couldn't quite help it. So she stood there with shoulders shaking, the harder she tried to stop, the more she thought about a lifeless Rae in the other car and the worse her sobs became. It was a vicious cycle.
Then she felt a hand at her shoulder, the flutist turned slightly just enough to see past the dark strands of her hair. It was Dawn, who she wasn't terribly close with. Upon her arrival, Jenny had felt a pang of jealously because James had so many of his friends surviving. She felt guilty for it now, letting her own personal feelings in the way. Jenny sobbed into Dawn's shoulder all the while telling her tears to stop, saying that she didn't drink enough water to keep them going. "Sorry..."
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Posted: Wed Apr 07, 2010 5:11 pm
[Dawn : HT/BC : Dining Car]
Dawn closed her eyes and hugged Jenny. She reached her hand up and patted the back of the girls hair, something she used to do for Beca or one of her nieces when they were crying. The fan user shook her head when Jenny apologized.
"Don't be," she whispered as she held Jenny gently. She didn't know the reason for her to say that she was sorry to her, Jenny was the one who lost a friend, she had every right to cry.
Dawn could soon feel a couple of tears of her own building in the corners of her eyes. She could only imagine what everyone on this train had gone through since Earth was distroyed. All the while all Dawn was doing was wandering in the bamboo feeling sorry for herself for her own failure....
"It is hard," she soon whispered softly to Jenny, "Just don't worry about it..."
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Posted: Wed Apr 07, 2010 5:12 pm
[ Hades : Underworld ]
"Guado? Tch, you mean Seymour?" Hades said, suddenly smirking or a brief moment in memory. This kid obviously didn't have any memory of his death, or his prior enslavement to said guado; it was enough to make him chuckle. "Yeah, I know'im- made a deal with him quite a while back. Even if I wanted to find the sage-freak, we're back to square one: what do you have that I find worthwhile?"
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Posted: Wed Apr 07, 2010 5:47 pm
[ Ajora : The Flying Dutchman ]
Ajora's smile only grew brighter at the appearance of Qareen, one of his preferred Replicas. She wasn't entirely traitorous, so she was certainly one of the few who felt he could rely on for the dirty work- like this. Leaning over, he held up Arabella's face to glance into her eyes, which he found were, in fact, closed and unconscious.
"No, her state of mind is irrelevant to me," he explained, slipping the hand that was holding her chin down to her throat, which he quickly gripped, lifting her up to his height. With his other hand ready, he turned to Qareen, his smile as genuine as someone who had just been given the best gift of his life. "Thank you, Qareen. Soon, I promise you will receive a gift of your own for your loyalty."
His free hand immediately thrust toward her chest, with bolts of energy crackling between the hand and her ribcage. The girl's eyes immediately shot open, but it was too late to struggle: the violet-green, tainted dark energy of the Replica was in Ajora's hands, and Arabella's eyes grew lifeless.
That's when the fun began.
Black and crimson flames suddenly encased Arabella's body, which seemed to slowly disintegrate into the malevolent flames from the limbs to the chest. As the flames enveloped her body, they slowly began to focus into Ajora's arms, fading as they were absorbed into his form.
Within moments, Arabella was gone... and Ajora smiled.
"It's a pity that the only way she could be useful is dead, really," he commented, shrugging before glancing at the obviously-corrupted power source in his hands. "And I know exactly what to do with you."
{Ajora's Magic Defense has increased by 1!}
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Posted: Wed Apr 07, 2010 5:57 pm
[Mulan & Mushu : LoD : Throne Room]
Mulan let out a gasp when the pillar broke from under her, knocking her off of her feet. The warrior rolled out of the way of the warrior just as Alan had ran up and unleashed an attack of his own. With her guardian on his shoulder.
"Lets do it baby!" Mushu yelled in agreement with Alan.
Though the dragon didn't actually do anything, he was just acting as the moral at the moment. He was actually impressed with the power this boy had. And the fire was just his thing.
Mushu's ears flattened against his head as the armored dude unleashed a rain of fire balls.
"Not good! Not good!"
Mulan's eyes narrowed as the fireballs were sent flying at them. She was able to dodge one fireball that was aimed at her. Then as she got up and glared at the armored man.
'How are we to defeat this guy?'
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Posted: Wed Apr 07, 2010 6:29 pm
[Cory .:. Underworld]
"That's a pretty one-tracked mind for a god. Deals, deals, and more deals." The ronin scratched the back of his head and sighed. "You're not much help. I guess I'll just have to scour Narnia for the walking hair-do." The ronin turned and put his hands in his pockets as he began to walk away, opening up a dark portal and stopping at its threshold before asking, "Unless you finally want to put some sort of plan into action? It's not like the Lord of the Dead to let a pawn go unused."
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Posted: Wed Apr 07, 2010 6:43 pm
[ Hades : Underworld ]
"Only the unreliable ones," Hades responded, waving the kid off before starting to vanish. "Skedaddle, kiddo, you'll know when I need you."
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