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 Posted: Fri Jan 04, 2008 11:22 pm
((That's fantastic, Rio. Your parents must be proud.))
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Posted: Sat Jan 19, 2008 3:43 pm
((My. God.
Okay, this is what I want for my birthday (26th).
One post. From someone that advances this story in a positive way. I don't care who types it (though that list is sorta small..), but come on, please. ))
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Posted: Sat Jan 19, 2008 6:19 pm
((Wish I could, but really only Morrigan can do it))
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Posted: Sun Jan 20, 2008 11:59 am
((I've seen her online all of two times since her last RP post. >.> ))
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Posted: Sun Jan 20, 2008 4:28 pm
((Sorry Dante, but I'm going to have to take Morrigan out of your dimensional... thing... if this story is ever going to move forward.))
Now that Morrigan was with the "other" Dante in what she assumed was his lair, she found that he didn't have anything particular to do in mind other than watch the others squirm in a valiant attempt to destroy a false version on her from their area of safety.
"..."
When she found out that this was all that he had planned, she quickly became bored and wanted to leave, but she didn't want to make is awkward.
So, she didn't.
"See you on the other side, darling." she said as she ported from his dimension back to the island.
((Basically, Morrigan can port either to Makai or to Earth, but it really doesn't matter where she's porting from.))
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Posted: Sun Jan 20, 2008 6:38 pm
((Huh, noboby mentions Morrigan and she doesn't appear, I mention her once and BAM! I wonder...Candyman, Candyman, Candyman, Candyman, CANDYMAN!))
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Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2008 12:58 pm
((*Buries Rio alive in candy*
I'm just insulted that she calls a fight with Dante "nothing".))
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Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2008 8:28 pm
The head, torso, and legs of the fake Morrigan paused in their actions. The head, having almost managed to fit most of Quint’s face within it’s large, toothy maw, made motions that could only be likened to regurgitation. This left the whole of Quint’s countenance dripping in a brackish saliva that was certain to take more than just a couple of showers to remove. It paused while still staring at Quint, almost as though it didn’t wish to follow the unheard orders that it was given. It finally gave in and floated away, of course, but not before mouthing the words “See you later, dinner.”
The legs, too, were interrupted just as they were about to deliver repeated kicks to Ryu’s shins. However it seemed that they were easier to sway than the head had been, possibly due in part to the fact that the legs possessed no brain to dissuade them. They began to backpedal away from Ryu at a speed that most could not reach even when running forwards. Under close scrutiny, it could be discerned from the directionality that the legs and head took that they were converging upon the same point: the location of Dante‘s body.
Thus, only the torso was given no other instructions. Since Lilith had taken it upon herself to attack the physical body, it’s defense came first and foremost. The makeshift boosters that resembled Morrigan’s so closely doubled their output, reaching Lilith in mere seconds and did little more than shove her aside. By this time, all three sections of the fake Morrigan had reached their destination and began to swirl around each other as though they were caught within a very macabre whirlwind.
For a few moments, every bit of light on the entire island, and perhaps even the entire world winked out. This was a side effect of the melding of the “real” world with Dante’s dimension. To put in in more simplistic terms, the anti-light that Dante’s world consisted of acted as a counterbalance to the light and caused both to equate themselves, resulting in temporary blindness. When the light returned, it would have taken all eyes a minute or two to adjust to the light, the same amount of time as though one had spent eight hours in total darkness just prior.
When those in the immediate area were able to see again, most would have wished for that absence of sight to return. Based on the musculature, the being that now stood before them seemed to be a ‘he’, but the lack of any visible reproductive organs made such am idea inconclusive at the very least. ‘He’ was humanoid in shape, around the same height as Morrigan, give or take a few inches. Rather than a face, it seemed as though there was a large eye sitting atop it’s shoulders. The part that would have been white on a normal eye was black, as was the pupil. The only color separating them was that of a deep hued purple, and that made up what seemed to be the iris of the large ‘eye’.
That was not the only oculus that ‘he’ seemed to possess either. There were many smaller eyes within the twisted, stringy mane of tendrils that adorned ‘his‘ head in a similar fashion to hair. It was nearly impossible to count them all, for they exposed and receded themselves in an almost clockwork fashion. Whether or not they were actually capable of sight or simply a form of camouflage that served as a defense mechanism was completely up for debate. It was unlikely that anyone would ever truly find out. Back on the subject of ‘his‘ deep black-purple shoulder length hair, it twisted and writhed to it’s own tempo. If it had not been apparent that it was indeed a part of ‘him’, one could have thought it another creature in and of itself.
As for the rest of his body, it was, as stated earlier, masculine in it’s musculature. While it did lack and reproductive organs, it did have four growths coming from it’s back. They appeared to be tentacles, but instead of having rounded tips, these ended in a way reminiscent of long, deadly spires. There were two on each side, one from the shoulder blade and one slightly lower than that. All of them hung in such a manner that their very tips would have brushed the ground had there been any to see. The tentacles, as well as the rest of ‘his’ body from the neck down, were all of a singular coloring. It seemed to be a combination of both black and purple, and it shifted according to the way that the light reflected off of it, sometimes the purple accentuating the lines of muscle, and other times it was the black.
All of this had somehow managed to transpire prior to Morrigan’s reappearance on the island. From the expression that this Dante’s face wore, if one could indeed call it that, he was slightly annoyed. Morrigan had run off, giving him little to no notice, and hadn’t even bothered to ask for the real reason he had brought her to that place. Of course, perhaps this was a better turn of events. If Morrigan had lost to him, in his own dimension, she could likely have brushed it off by tersely commenting on how he had the home field advantage. Here, neither of them had an edge over the other, and such excuses would be wasted effort. So perhaps he shouldn’t have been as perturbed as he was.
He may have had precious few seconds left until Morrigan reappeared on the island, but withal he had managed to formulate the rather loose trappings of a plan. A rather effective and somewhat devious plan at that. He took a few steps toward the recently teleported succubus while, humorously, a single sentence passed through his mind in response to his own idea. That phrase simply being “Roan would be so proud.”
“That was quite rude, Morri. Running away before I could properly issue a challenge to you. After all, both Quint and Rio have had their chances to prove themselves and failed. Why should I not be granted the same?”
That same voice, echoing off of the nonexistent walls of an empty building, so full of the absence of light. The voice that she may have even thought that she had escaped by coming here, it was waiting for her. But again, this made little sense, didn’t it? How could he exist here, in that body, mere feet from his physical one? Perhaps she should have stayed behind and learned more of him.
It was now that he broke his own feigned silence, the next words filled with an anger just as empty as the voice that it was given form by.
“Perhaps, in light of your callousness, there should be a stipulation as well. If you lose, you name me as your suitor right now.”
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Posted: Tue Jan 22, 2008 8:00 am
((Meh, since I doubt the fight with Ice will be finished, might as well free Rio up))
Rioushu shook his head as his fight with Ice seemed to be over without any real conclusion. He turned to where a commotion was seemingly taking place, curious as to what he was hearing. He barely caught a glimpse of everyone there when the darkness fell upon them. This didn't seem like average darkness, it seemed like all the light in the world had gone out. When the darkness lifted, it took Rio a minute for his eyes to get back into focus. He saw Morrigan, Dante, Lilith, a rather disturbing looking creature and....
"No." Rio breathed, seeing his brother there. "You, what the hell are you doing here?" Rio demanded, finishing just in time to hear Dante's stipulation. He wasn't even going to give Morrigan the chance to accept, though he doubted he would. "I don't think so Dante. Just because Morrigan may have wronged you doesn't mean you can screw the rest of us out of a chance. Besides, isn't there something else you'd like to request of Morrigan? Something that shows affection to someone else?" Rio asked, his head turning to Quint, eyeing the minions in the form of wings on him.
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Posted: Tue Jan 22, 2008 8:15 am
((*Short post, as he is otherwise distracted and doesn't really need a long one for this*))
Dante didn't even bother to turn around. He already knew who the speaker was, and merely saw him as a waste of time. Besides, had he turned his back on Morrigan, she would most likely try to put a wing-spear in it and end their fight quickly. Though this was a good chance to 'plead his case', so he took it.
"'Screw the rest of you out of it'? The only 'rest of you' would be you and Quint. Both of you have already fought her and lost. If I defeat her, I prove myself your better, and thus the most worthy suitor. If anything is going to screw you out of your chance with her, it would be your own weakness and nothing more."
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Posted: Tue Jan 22, 2008 8:27 am
Rioushu frowned as he turned back to Dante, shaking his head. "Unless you've forgotten, you're little girlfriend here felt like involving herself in our match. Then again, you've always had a selective memory. Let me assure you something Dante, there's a huge difference between then and now. If you want to prove you supriority, you're going to have to beat me yourself after you fight and lose to Morrigan." Rioushu said, his voice calm but cold and dangerous.
"Oh, by the way, I would indeed suggest holding off fighting Morrigan in that body of yours, Lilith here took a nice chunk of your soul before you came back, not as much as Morrigan took out of me before our fight, but I'm sure you'll realize the difference too late if you go on." Rioushu warned, he wanted Morrigan to beat his a** fair and square, no excuses whether Dante used them or not.
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Posted: Tue Jan 22, 2008 10:57 am
On a knee, since standing while pulling exerted more energy than what was necessary, Quint was happy to call a truce as the head seemed to pause its need to feed. Things got a little weird from there, the slimy ichor thrown upon him getting into different facial orifices, he then spitting and blowing hard from his nose to expel the junk.
Wiping some of the mess from an eye, Quint opened it just in time to be blinded by the melding of 'M', return of the real Morri, and Dante's awakening. Quint was trying pretty hard to clear his face, but stopped suddenly, the words Dante had easily getting past the tar-like substance on his ears.
He'd have to spit again, since some of the copy's..saliva would ooze into his lips. You sound serious enough.. Quint still couldn't really see, Though I don't think you get that fighting with a fatigued soul wouldn't get you far from the starting line.
Not even in my hands anyway, so while I could spout out about how this isn't fair, she's the judge. This stuff was hell to get off.. The palms came from behind to the front of his scalp, some of the monster's stomach shampoo hitting the ground with a distinct slop.
Spitting the so-salty-your-lips-curl mess from his mouth, Of course, this is all saying that you defeat Morrigan. It'll be interesting to see, but I'm not worried.
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Posted: Tue Jan 22, 2008 7:29 pm
((You two ... I'd clang your heads together if I wasn't afraid that the hollow sound would deafen my ears.
Lilith never actually kissed Dante. She bent down with the intentions of, but it was never explicitly stated that she did kiss him before the torso could stop her. Considering how long it's been since Lilith's last post, I've decided that her action was an insta-fail.))
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Posted: Tue Jan 22, 2008 9:25 pm
Dante. ((You two ... I'd clang your heads together if I wasn't afraid that the hollow sound would deafen my ears. Lilith never actually kissed Dante. She bent down with the intentions of, but it was never explicitly stated that she did kiss him before the torso could stop her. Considering how long it's been since Lilith's last post, I've decided that her action was an insta-fail.)) ((And a fair assumption at that. Lilith did not succeed in draining Dante.)) Morrigan stood there, pondering the circumstances of the offer presented to her by Dante. He had more than a few good points in his proposal. And best of all, if she accepted, she'd be walking into a fight she wasn't sure she'd be able to win. "Very well, darling. I accept your terms," Morrigan said, finding herself to be legitimately happy with the current situation. From her wings, she molded six thick rods that shot into the ground and expanded themselves like roots, grounding her very firmly in place. From the rest of the material she had left, there remained three long tendrils, still amorphous, though seemingly shaping themselves into something. "Prepare yourself!"
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Posted: Wed Jan 23, 2008 6:33 am
Quint at least tried to see a light here. I guess I can check his style then, and pray he gets pounded into the dirt.. It wasn't hard to understand however why Morrigan had agreed, but damn if it didn't sting. Two years of work, gone if Dante won. Quint had told himself before he wouldn't let anything get in the way, but how would he get around this new development?
Reaching into his pocket, either unaware or simply ignoring the goop that had attached to his hands and wrists, Quint pulled out a f**. No, not Richard Simmons, a cigarette. Since he figured the lighter would be tough to..light with his hands in that condition, he lit the cig with a quick burst of pyrokinesis, the nicotine providing a flashlight in this dark time.
You better do something awesome. While the smoke escaped his nose after speaking, Quint looked on at both competitors, the sentence, expectantly, directed at both. His hand shook slightly as he continued. Or this will be a loss.
((I was all 'lol ghet serious' yesterday too.. gonk ))
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