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 Posted: Mon Mar 05, 2012 9:48 pm
"If only it was possible to train one-self..." she muttered, thinking back on her training session with Lukas.
That simple session had led to many things that she had not planned on, and did not particularly like; one of which was the little girl now clinging at her side. Laerian was beginning to grow on her, but not enough to stop Krona from wishing that Nassalia had not followed her, and prevented her from killing her and her mother.
Though, I suppose, if it weren't for that, I would not be here, the information I have learned would not have come to me, and I might never have met this Dark Avenger...So...everything happens for a reason I suppose.
It was a saying she'd once loathed, but the lifestyle she lived now was slowly showing her the truth behind the irritating statement.
Her attention turned back to Kinetav, as the man began walking through the core. Krona followed on silent feet; Laerain followed, her feet surprisingly quiet. THe girl seemed to be both fascinated by and terrified of Kinetav. She would walk near him, then, suddenly fall back before walking next to him, and cling to Krona's side.
The two followed him a room where, within, reapers trained. The room turned to look at them, eyes lingering on Laerian in particular. Her brows raised as Kinetav shouted a complete lie - Srin had not said a word about their training, but she kept silent. If it deception was what it took to get near and alone, then she was willing to turn the other way. No injustice was involved after all.
It was rather amusing actually watching the reapers file out. She made note of the fact - their haste in obeying showed that Kinetav held some sort of authority. She closed the door behind the last of the reapers, and faced Kinetav.
Her eyes did not miss the coiled tension of his body, the lowered tenseness of a defensive stance, that showed anticipation of attack. Her blood pumped faster though her veins, her mind sparked, her body nearly trembled with the anticipation of a fight. She took a breath to calm her wired nerves; she had to keep in mind it was simply training. She could not allow her battle-lust, her pride, or her emotions overtake her actions. The results could be disastrous...and she did not want to harm Laerian.
"Laerian...I want you to wait outside." she said. Her voice was huskier, richer, darker than before.
Laerian looked up at her with wide questioning eyes.
"I dont want to go, I want to watch you fight."
"Go outside. I promise, if you go outside, we'll go somewhere special to eat once I'm done."
Laerian perked, "Ok..." then she turned a narrowed gaze on Kinetav, "If you hurt her I'll hurt you." she hissed, face flashing with a strange darkness. With that, she left the room, closing the door with slight force behind her.
With Laerian out of the room, Krona focused her attention on Kinetav.
He's taken an defensive stance...if I attack him directly, he'll simply dodge it...or, bring out his weapon to counter and attack...so...
A smirk lit across her face, as she to crouched, taking on a defensive stance. Her eyes darkened, to violet, and one of her hands beneath her cloak, hidden from view, pulled a long razor from one f the pockets stitched inside her cloak and, with a bit of tricky manipulation, slit her wrist.
With her right foot she lunged forward, with her left arm, she reached to her side, inside her cloak, as though reaching for a weapon. But, as she finished her lunge, she swept the arm of her cloak, arcing blood into the hair. Her mind forged it into a blade, curved to cast and return, and sent it whirling toward Kinetav's throat.
Her lunge completed, and she launched herself back with the foot falling back into an offensive stance.
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Posted: Mon Mar 05, 2012 10:52 pm
(All attacks deal non-lethal damage unless otherwise stated)
Kinetav Erth’azar
Anima | Dark Avenger | Adept | Devil’s Eye Desert
7/8 (8/8 when using Exodus)
Those on their knees still crawling in the darkness
Have been put there in the first place by Light
And Light hunts down welcomes those that come out
The Light persecutes protects those in darkness
Their Priests wound pick up and help those in need
And everyone can not see is able to see this
║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║
”If you thought Hell was frightening….”
*Kinetav sat in his defensive position, his experience from the battle with Liliana reminding him to be patient and ever-present; the words from the little girl didn't even register as he had blocked out other souls, the beautiful wine color of her aura beginning to shine, looking just as sweet as Edge thought her blood might be. His natural battle rhythm began to settle deep within his being as he watched Krona's every move...
(1/1)The second her eyes darkened to violet, he knew that she was going to begin her attack; his skin began to seemingly gather bubbles as his eyes turned bright red in return. As the arc of blood flew towards him, the bubbles took bigger and brighter shape as the projectile became lost and out of Krona's view. The bubbles would work great as future distractions and opportunities...a dark, pleased voice was heard through the bubbles as the Voidsworn began to love combat more and more in Rykros:*
"Not bad....not bad at all, Black Blood...."
*(1/3) The moisture in the air began to condense as Kinetav opened his left gauntlet. Unlike his shadowmancy skills, the Anima found this element harder to contol. He knew that he'd have to learn it at some point now, so why not now?
(2/3) The arc had already fallen into the bubbles and he had felt it splatter on Edge, the Anima thinking to himself that if the student wanted to go long range, that was fine by him.The moisture in the air and bubbles around him had formed into streams by now. The streams began to form into a solid bubble with his gauntlet.
(3/3) The water began to form a small trident in his left gauntlet. The bubbles around his body began to pop and fade as the trident grew to a frightening length with sharpened blades. While under the cover of the bubbles, the trident was thrown at the Black Blood with Krona having not even seen Edge's true form.
As the rest of the bubbles cleared and Krona would mostly likely dodge the projectile, the Voidsworn would be able to see just what had happened to her projectile that had been launched at his throat; the blood was smeared on the flat end of a two foot long zealot blade that had appeared from Kinetav's right gauntlet. Although the blade looked sharp as a tack, its edges had been mentally dulled by Kinetav, with a slight chuckle coming from the Anima himself. Edge rather enjoyed the taste of the blood, a little disappointed that he wasn't going to get the first taste of it by the usual method of combat...but the Voidsworn wasn't about to permanently harm this student of the Void in front of him although he had started out with a trident attack.*
”….enjoy eternity in my Edge.”
║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║
My binding, my oath, my life
Not for revenge, justice, or even thirst
All that One yearns for is acceptance
There are no exceptions to this rule
It is not a Light Bolt to the Heart
Which destroyed wounded my heart,
But one to my leg…Her bolt…Why?
Condition: Healthy
Skills Used: Bubble, Water Trident Rank D damage, Mark Soul: Krona
Cooldowns:
Gauntlet Status: 1/7
Energy: 430 / 480
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Posted: Tue Mar 06, 2012 7:50 pm
VelvonVeden Krona watched her blood-fly true toward its black-clad target. A quick smirk formed, the instantly faded as her life-forged weapon was consumed by bubbles. Her eyes narrowed, attempted to pierce through the foamy haze, but it held taunt beneath her probes. (1/1) [Soul Sense] So, she probed with her mind, with her soul. With the eyes of her conscious, she saw through the veil; saw the dark purple of his soul, the ice of his element . With her true eyes, she watched the bubbles around him take the shape of a trident, glimpsed the stain of her failed attack upon a blade that extended from his gauntlet. Her eyes flow back to the trident, as it flew toward her, straight, true, too fast for her to dodge. Her wrist flicked, and her blood leapt into air. She guided it's movements, spreading it wide, and thick, and strong, forming life-wall between her and the other. As the blood left her body....Insanity uncoiled, and slithered into her conscious, where it wrapped about her mind, and began to choke, depriving it of the control, of the awareness it need to keep reign on her action. Her eyes darkened light wine maturing to hard crimson. Body coiled tighter, limbs stretched further, fingers gripped firmer. Blood fell, as the trident burst through her shield. Body fell, as she dived to the side, avoiding the slowed death of the trident. The handle cleaved the air above her torso. With her arm, she reached up, and gasped it as it passed. Momentum dragged her a back, her feet kept her planted. She swung her arm, in an arc, turning the trident about, turning her body about. She sat it a crouch, then she was on her feet again, his trident in her arms. From the point where her fingers wrapped about the handle, blood spread, smothering his element, his influence, mutating to weapon, stealing it for her own. With the blood from her shattered shield, she formed her own veil. Red consumed the clarity of the air in front of her; she was hidden behind a curtain of red. From her curtain, a small part blood-fabric broke, and flew toward Kinetav, aimed for his face, intended to blind and distract. One after the other they followed, each one harmless, but meant to distract him from her movements, and blind him to her coming attack. The blood he shield, she manipulated, spreading it thinner as it dwindled, so it still shrouded her from view. (1/1) [Learn: Move Silently] She focused her mind on the last move between her and progression. Her movements changed, from toe to heel, to heel to toe. Her already quiet movements became imperceptible. She moved toward him, veering to his right. In one hand, she gripped the mutated trident, with the other she grasped the handle of her whip, ready to lash out with it. She lunged forward. Her curtain, the whole remaining off it surged toward Kinetav in a writhing, blinding veil of red. Immediately after it, she heaved the trident, as one would a javelin. Then, her body fell into a crouch and a crack sounded across the room. Her whip arced through the air, and wrapped about his leg. She pulled, hard. A bit of bit blood flowed into the weapon, strengthening it. Her intention was not to pull him down - she suspected that his strength surpassed his - but to distract him, from her true attack. The whip tail coiled tight about his leg, perhaps causing a bit of pain. ((Please make sure of where you are posting. sweatdrop ))
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Posted: Tue Mar 06, 2012 7:53 pm
   Krona Jones Self-Proclaimed Hammer of Justice
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"Is that not Just?"
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☼☻↓∞†
Krona watched her blood-fly true toward its black-clad target. A quick smirk formed, the instantly faded as her life-forged weapon was consumed by bubbles. Her eyes narrowed, attempted to pierce through the foamy haze, but it held taunt beneath her probes. (1/1) [Soul Sense] So, she probed with her mind, with her soul. With the eyes of her conscious, she saw through the veil; the silver and black of his aura, saw the dark purple of his soul, the ice of his element . With her true eyes, she watched the bubbles around him take the shape of a trident, glimpsed the stain of her failed attack upon a blade that extended from his gauntlet. Her eyes flow back to the trident, as it flew toward her, straight, true, too fast for her to dodge. Her wrist flicked, and her blood leapt into air. She guided it's movements, spreading it wide, and thick, and strong, forming life-wall between her and the other. As the blood left her body....Insanity uncoiled, and slithered into her conscious, where it wrapped about her mind, and began to choke, depriving it of the control, of the awareness it need to keep reign on her action. Her eyes darkened light wine maturing to hard crimson. Body coiled tighter, limbs ?, finger gripped firmer. Blood fell, as the trident burst through her shield. Body fell, as she dived to the side, avoiding the slowed death of the trident. The handle cleaved the air above her torso. With her arm, she reached up, and gasped it as it passed. Momentum dragged her a back, her feet kept her planted. She swung her arm, in an arc, turning the trident about, turning her body about. She sat it a crouch, then she was on her feet again, his trident in her arms. From the point where her fingers wrapped about the handle, blood spread, smothering his element, his influence, mutating to weapon, stealing it for her own. With the blood from her shattered shield, she formed her own veil. Red consumed the clarity of the air in front of her; she was hidden behind a curtain of red. From her curtain, a small part blood-fabric broke, and flew toward Kinetav, aimed for his face, intended to blind and distract. One after the other they followed, each one harmless, but meant to distract him from her movements, and blind him to her coming attack. The blood he shield, she manipulated, spreading it thinner as it dwindled, so it still shrouded her from view. (1/1)[Learn: Move Silently] She focused her mind on the last move between her and progression. Her movements changed, from toe to heel, to heel to toe. Her already quiet movements became imperceptible. She moved toward him, veering to his right. In one hand, she gripped the mutated trident, with the other she grasped the handle of her whip, ready to lash out with it. She lunged forward. Her curtain, the whole remaining off it surged toward Kinetav in a writhing, blinding veil of red. Immediately after it, she heaved the trident, as one would a javelin. Then, her body fell into a crouch and a crack sounded across the room. Her whip arced through the air, and wrapped about his leg. She pulled, hard. A bit of bit blood flowed into the weapon, strengthening it. Her intention was not to pull him down - she suspected that his strength surpassed his - but to distract him, from her true attack. The whip tail coiled tight about his leg, perhaps causing a bit of pain.
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"Perfect things do not belong in an imperfect world."
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300 E
6 St
7 Sp Black Blood
Dark Avenger
Black Blood
Alligence to Self
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Posted: Tue Mar 06, 2012 8:22 pm
(Gratz Midnight, between the Lukas scenario and this one you deserved it. Feel free to look up your new abilities and seeing as Kinetav is actively training you it will only take 1 post per ability) Kinetav Erth’azar
Anima | Dark Avenger | Adept | Devil’s Eye Desert
7/8 (8/8 when using Exodus)
Those on their knees still crawling in the darkness
Have been put there in the first place by Light
And Light hunts down welcomes those that come out
The Light persecutes protects those in darkness
Their Priests wound pick up and help those in need
And everyone can not see is able to see this
║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║
”If you thought Hell was frightening….”
*Kinetav grinned underneath his vizor, watching the student with his pupils unable to be read as to where they were looking because of the red glow in them; the Anima slowly dropped his gauntlet to his side as if just trying to read where she was coming from. He chuckled as she tried to grab the trident which would turn back to water (as it only lasts one post) in her grasp before she started to try to walk around to his side; the Voidsworn had to admit that her steps were just as perfect as could be where it came to sound, but the sweet wine color of her aura continued to whet Edge's appetite as the Marked Soul moved.
Even as he bathed within an aura of the Black Blood cast by Krona, he watched the movement of her marked limbs, seeing it pull back for an attack as a crack of a whip resounded through the room; he began to put his gauntlet forth with intention as if to block the whip. The weapon would only hit thin air as Kinetav's form wisped away into smoke, the darkness behind Krona morphing and twisting into the Voidsworn's likeness as he rose and touched her with a gauntlet.
The Voidsworn was clearly impressed with her skills, having done everything right save that he was of a higher rank and speed than Krona; she was ready for the next step of her training as he tried to remember how Krayth fed him those images, a soothing feeling should be entering the Black Blood as her newly available skills should flow into her mind.
Fortunately for the both of them, there was already practice targets within the room; one of them took the perfect form an average height reaper and as the teacher looked at one of them, Kinetav learned forward and whispered into Krona's ear:*
"Well done, Voidsworn. You did everything perfectly, save that I had an ability which can now be yours as well. Show me what you've just seen in your mind on that practice dummy."
”….enjoy eternity in my Edge.”
║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║
My binding, my oath, my life
Not for revenge, justice, or even thirst
All that One yearns for is acceptance
There are no exceptions to this rule
It is not a Light Bolt to the Heart
Which destroyed wounded my heart,
But one to my leg…Her bolt…Why?
Condition: Healthy
Skills Used: Shadowstep, Marked Soul: Lost
Active Abilities:
Cooldowns:
Gauntlet Status: 2/7
Energy: 410 / 480
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Posted: Tue Mar 06, 2012 10:23 pm
Krona Jones Self-Proclaimed Hammer of Justice
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"Is that not Just?"
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☼☻↓∞†
The tail of her whip tasted air, instead of the fabric and flesh it hoped to taste. Where the black clad prey had once stood, was air, and smoky, remnants of dissipating aura. A hiss left her lips as she drew the whip back, and let it coil - dormant - about her feet. She whipped about to catch the Avenger she knew would appear behind her. But before her body could even begin the motion, She felt the solid touch of a gauntlet upon her shoulder. Instinct told her to lash out, practicality stayed her hand. Her heated nerves cooled beneath the knowledge flowing from the touch; she slid her closed and allowed the information to her, to soak into her mind. The sudden ghost of breath on her ear had her jumping and clamping her hand over her ear, which tingled hot. Face slightly flushed, she shot a glare at him; she was not accustomed to such closeness...not without a blade between. With only a nod to acknowledge, she stepped away from him, toward a nearby table. She slid her eyes closed, and reached for the new knowledge in her mind. In her hands, her whip began to transform, the two tails snaking to opposite ends of the handle where they, straightened and stiffened, forming a double-bladed staff. The deep wine of her aura began to coil about her shrouding her in deep haze. Her body loosened, her foot stepped forward. Her aura darkened to black, as she melted into shadow. It was strange moving through the shadow. Black smothered direction, smothered sense; sight, touch, smell, taste. Only her mind remained, focused on her target. Her did move her forward; the shadows, and her thought, propelled her body through the dark. She felt herself rising and suddenly there was light. Her feet stood on solid surface again, and she found herself standing in the shadow of one the dummies. "That was very strange..." She remarked, standing, almost lost for a moment. The next moment, her senses returned. She took a few steps back, falling into her next planned move. (1/1) [Feint] Her eyes narrowed on a dummy, her body coiled, into a spring, the uncoiled, launching at it. At the last moment, the dove the side, targeting a different dummy. She threw herself too far. With a curse, she tumbled to the ground, and skidded a few feet across the floor. Her staff flew from her hand, spinning into a dummy, with a crack. "Dammit!" She hissed, as she picked herself up from the ground. Her face was flushed anger at making such a mistake, and embarrassment for making the mistake in front of another Dark Avenger.She did not dare look at him, and she fetched her weapon, and walked back to where she had been to try again. Within her, her black spiked. It demanded retribution for mistake. Her eyes, deep crimson, turned to black. Blood from her earlier attacks dripped down her arm; she used a bit of it to reinforce her staff. The remainder, she cleaned off with her tongue. Her body coiled once more, and her eyes narrowed upon her target. (1/1) [Feral Leap] / (1/1)[Feint] She rushed forward, toward a dummy, and when she was near, launched herself into the air, staff raised. As she came down, she did not attack directly. Her feet touched on the head of the dummy, and she used it as a platform to jump into the face in front of it. The momentum of her foot sent the dummy leaning backward. When she landed, she spun swung the blade around, sending it crashing into the side of the dummy with particular viciousness. The wooden figure fell over with a crash and was sent spinning to a nearby wall. Krona pulled herself up; a smirk lit her face. "It will take far more than that to take me down!" she hissed at the dummy, not registering the absurdity of talking to a wooden figure. Her arms folded across her chest. She threw Kinetav a satisfied grin, and expression that oozed with pride in herself, before stepping back into the shadow of a table, and appearing in smoke of wine, behind him. "Next challenge?" she whispered.
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"Perfect things do not belong in an imperfect world."
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Skills Used
Combative'
Feral Leap, Knocked Prone, -20E
Feint - 20E
Non-Combative
Shadow Step, -20E
Total Energy: 60E 390/450 E
6 St
7 Sp Black Blood
Dark Avenger
Black Blood
Alligence to Self
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Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2012 11:54 am
Kiita tilted her head as he laughed at her. "Oh... That's right..." She took in a deep breath. She felt really stupid now and blushed a bright pink as she continued walking hand in hand with him.
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Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2012 12:43 pm
Kinetav Erth’azar
Anima | Dark Avenger | Adept | Devil’s Eye Desert
7/8 (8/8 when using Exodus)
Those on their knees still crawling in the darkness
Have been put there in the first place by Light
And Light hunts down welcomes those that come out
The Light persecutes protects those in darkness
Their Priests wound pick up and help those in need
And everyone can not see is able to see this
║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║
”If you thought Hell was frightening….”
*Kinetav's eye color faded from red to their normal steel-grey, his pupils again able to be tracked as to where they were looking by the normal eye;
he watched with a certain pride and joy as his first pupil, Krona, began to practice her skills and become accustomed to the Shadow Step. The zealot blade attached to his right gauntlet stayed there, a mesh of chains attaching the the blade to his wrist and to Edge's core; other than that, only his eyes moved as he watched the wine colored aura disappear and reappear.
He chuckled at her talking to a practice dummy, amused and content at the fact that perhaps one day those kinds of words might just spark some reaction from her opponents. At last she appeared behind him, but the Anima didn't turn his entire body towards her, only his face as he grinned yet sighed:*
"I'm afraid that I have no more challenges to issue. I mean, I know nothing of the immediate happenings here on Rykros other than the Plague itself. Not to mention I hold no authority here in the Citadel, or in the Devil's Eye Desert as of yet. You must be like me, always looking for the next thing to do....I just pray that this next thing won't be my last."
”….enjoy eternity in my Edge.”
║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║ ║║║║║║
My binding, my oath, my life
Not for revenge, justice, or even thirst
All that One yearns for is acceptance
There are no exceptions to this rule
It is not a Light Bolt to the Heart
Which destroyed wounded my heart,
But one to my leg…Her bolt…Why?
Condition: Healthy
Skills Used:
Active Skills
Cooldowns:
Gauntlet Status: 2/7
Energy: 430 / 480
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Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2012 12:49 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2012 4:44 pm
Krona reeled back a bit as Kinetav turned to face her, and leaned back rather awkwardly as he spoke to her. Her face twisted with irritation and disappointment at the first of his words - she had hoped there was more to learn - , smoothed with intrigue at the last. The words suggested that he held no loyalty to either the Citadel or Devil's eye, that he was simply a wanderer, like her. It surprised her a little, he was one of the few she'd met. She knew little about Rykros, but one thing she'd learned was that it's people held fierce loyalties. Those without them were like diamonds among sand.
And and a Dark Avenger as well...
She chuckled softly.
Two rare diamonds in one room...this might be the richest room in all of Rykros...But...until he confirms with his own lips that he holds no loyalties, I cannot take is a fact.
As with all things in the Citadel situation, she needed more information. A sign left her. She wished could simply leave things alone, and be on her way. There were injustices in the Citadel that she had to be rid off; lingering upon happenings at the Citadel was hindering her original task. Her plan had been to be in, to her duty, and to out, wandering to the next location to purge it of ner-do-wells. But personal oath obligated her to investigate, to be sure that no was no injustice within the Citadel.
Only then could she leave, wander again to wherever injustice took her. And, so, she had to bear with it.
And if I gain nothing else, I would have earned some training, and a pupil from it.
"Always wandering, going wherever duty chooses to take me." She nodded in agreement as she spoke, "And praying for luck to be side; a prayer I am all too familiar with. What is this thing that you will be doing? And if you hold no authority, it would seem that you hold little obligation to either the Citadel or this Devil's eye. Why do this thing it, if it is not neccessary?"
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Posted: Thu Mar 08, 2012 12:52 am
Kinetav Erth’azar
Anima | Dark Avenger | Adept | Devil’s Eye Desert
7/8 (8/8 when using Exodus)
Those on their knees still crawling in the darkness
Have been put there in the first place by Light
And Light hunts down welcomes those that come out
The Light persecutes protects those in darkness
Their Priests wound pick up and help those in need
And everyone can not see is able to see this
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”If you thought Hell was frightening….”
*Kinetav's eyes tore apart from Krona's own, staring down with a hint of sorrow into the floor in front of him; a cracking sound was heard as the Zealot blade began to fracture, bits and parts of it chipping off until he no longer carried a weapon. His thoughts turned to that of Krayth, and the pain that the Void Master must have in him... the souls in Kinetav's own blade tormented him enough, and he shuddered inside at the thought of absorbing the Plague Lord's memories... but it would give the Plague Lord the unending torment he deserved, trapped inside of a blade... Unless perhaps the Void itself might torment him more.
His gauntlets tightened into fists, knowing full well the insanity going through his mind that he might not even live to see the rewards of killing Vincent; that all of his training might be for naught, going up against the Plague Lord....but that was a risk he had to take. There was no turning back now...Telara knew he was a sign and Liliana had seen him in her vision, somehow knowing full well what kind of path Kinetav would take ahead of time. After taking a deep breath and calming himself down, he spoke to Krona, a mix of sorrow and determination in his voice:*
"There is one....who shares all of my pain. He is the same race as I am, and even our Masters are linked... I am a sign, and I have been given a second chance at redemption and using my gift for worthy purposes through what was supposed to be exile. He literally held my life within his hands, and gave it back to me although I came to his nation under a Legion escort, no matter how unknowing I was of the faction's hatred. I owe him my life for that. I must not fail in this endeavor."
”….enjoy eternity in my Edge.”
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My binding, my oath, my life
Not for revenge, justice, or even thirst
All that One yearns for is acceptance
There are no exceptions to this rule
It is not a Light Bolt to the Heart
Which destroyed wounded my heart,
But one to my leg…Her bolt…Why?
Condition: Healthy
Active Skills:
Skills Used: Quintessence of the Blade
Cooldowns:
Gauntlet Status: 2/7
Energy: 420 / 480
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Posted: Thu Mar 08, 2012 1:36 pm
Kiita's eyes widened as she looked around the room. "Holy..." She was practically speechless. She walked around the room with him and saw the whips... but they weren't anything special like hers... She smiled when he said he could make her something though. "You can...?"
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Posted: Thu Mar 08, 2012 1:43 pm
(Posting layout is being difficult)
Srin smiles softly as he nods at her, she seemed like a kid in a candy store when he said that."Ai I can, just depends on what kind of armor you like. I need to.." he coughs as he begins to say the next part. "I need to study your body and such... " he said with a slight smile. He knew what he was thinking but he wanted to see what she was thinking about it
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Posted: Thu Mar 08, 2012 1:55 pm
Rein started doodling on the pad that Srin had pointed at drawing a whip... a whip with retractable spines... a natural oil that it absorbs from the air covering it... and then a button to light it all on fire when she needed it to. She continued until Srin coughed and started hinting at something. She blushed and didn't look up as she bite her lip. "Who's it gonna be...? Me or Liliana...?" She asked quietly.
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Posted: Thu Mar 08, 2012 2:01 pm
Srin crosses his arms as she asks that question, she really asked that when he came back to her after all of it. Truly he still loved liliana but he wanted to be with Kiita... After staying quiet for a few seconds he slowly walks up to her and places his index finger on her chin raising her face up to his. Srin smiles slightly as he kisses her lips softly."You should know..." he said smiling...
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