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 Posted: Wed Sep 01, 2010 2:48 pm
{{Sorry I was away for the military service thingy.^^}}
Sama was carefully listening into the conversation of the Brothers as well as keeping some what detailed taps on Yo-Ko and Kirra. The young boy was oblivious to her in the sense of what she was capable of but it seemed he was having fun and she had no intentions of stirring trouble. Focused on more important things the white eyed behemoth seem to simply stare into space even as the walls shaked and the flow of power rocked the room. Dark, hateful, hungry, deep from the multi-verse….Taliman what the hell have you brought here.
Sama had not felt a power like that since the Eunga el Dev’Rak, the war where Sama killed his own step-brother, the power of entities far beyond mortaltily and even immortalitly. Beings who fed on worlds and this worried Samayou greatly, fear was a waste of time in a situation like this fear only fed the beast. The Devil acted calmly like everyone else, his face showed nothing but chiseled calmness as the vibrating dulled out.
“Well…..that was strange.”
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Posted: Wed Sep 01, 2010 2:57 pm
Yo-ko heard the huge devil speak, mentioning the surge. Taking a slow deep breath in, Yo-ko looked back at Sama and felt he had to ask the question. He knew the devil had some serious skills and senses and felt as if he could help fill the Fox-demon in.
"So that wasn't just gas huh.......Sama, mind filling me in on what the brothers are saying?"
It was almsot a complete turn of personality. Gone was the carefree, enigmatic Yo-ko and replced was the cold, calculating, focused warrior. If he could get a little intel, He could start running some profound similations. If whatever made that surge was half as strong as he thought, they would ALL need that slight advantage.
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The Fierce Deity Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Sep 02, 2010 9:00 pm
::That was a mite unsettling, the boy thought. He was jolted by the surge of energy, short lived though it was, emanating from so nearby. He reflexively shoved himself backward in his seat in surprise, caution hesitating to make itself known on his expression as his back pressed against the seat of the couch. What...was that? It was dark and terrible, a definition matching the force Taliman claimed to be tormented by. That wasn't the worst of it though. Even as Taliman seemingly returned to normal and continued, Deity was wary of what might happen next. A haunting revelation creeped up from behind his thoughts as he focused on that power - now gone - which he felt pulse inside his brother.::
....we..?
::He muttered softly under his breath, unsure of what to do. The thrill of danger was still present, but finally it was being matched by his own need for safety. Something awful was about to happen to him, and he was torn. He couldn't run, but he was afraid to stay and watch. But that fear only pushed him deeper into the shadows. His fright fueled him. So there he stayed. Even in the light of exactly what that force was, he stayed. It wasn't some being from another world, and it wasn't in Taliman's head. In a manner of speaking.
Even as Deity came upon the realization, he knew he was found out. As close as he was, there wasn't the possibility that his thoughts weren't being broadcast to the monster waiting to strike. The beast had been setting a trap, but Taliman saw it. He tried to put a stop to it, but the darkness wasn't just manipulating his visions - it was influencing his very actions. It realized it had been seen and amped its power to better manipulate the emperor of Orion. To control such a powerful man was unthinkable. Now, Deity understood why this evil being needed to act through Taliman instead of attacking directly.
Only Taliman had Shinorei.::
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Posted: Thu Sep 02, 2010 9:40 pm
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Posted: Thu Sep 02, 2010 9:42 pm
With an angry rush of urgency translated as an explosion, the dark entity returned just as Tybron spoke. The essence coursing through the Emperor was so great it churned the room with hurricane force winds, flinging sofas, chairs, tables, lamps and everything else in its grasp in pieces through the room-turned-wind tunnel. The building shook as though by an earthquake, yet Taliman himself remained exactly where he was as his chair was blown out from under him, hanging in a seated position in the air like a puppet on strings. Stiffly he stood up amidst the chaos, reaching behind him to take hold of the demon sword at his back. Indeed, it was the sword, not any singular being, that was behind this mayhem. If Sir Aaron were here, he'd be the first to say "I told you so."
Wesley's expression read as painful desperation, winces of agony and anger mixed together as he clearly tried to regain a foothold of control. But whatever beast this was was simply too powerful. It had been with Taliman for so long now, had been so close to him, he had welcomed it in and let it take him. Now he faced the consequences for making his deal with the devil. His hand gripped the hilt and slid the sword from its scabbard. Emerging, the entity manifested itself as a dark violet cloud which seeped from the steel of the blade like an awful smoke acting of its own will. Uncoiling from the blade it swallowed the demon monarch's arm in a sinister embrace, the released evil having a dark effect on the surroundings as the two brothers were enveloped in shadow. A select few would recognize the darkness. Thick black smoke, seemingly alive as it swirled about and formed a barrier around the two men. It was blocking the entrance now, preventing any from intervening.
Joining the black mist emanating from the sword was dark fire, violet flames engulfing Taliman's upper body starting with his arm. All of this madness was starting to die down finally as these flames licked the Emperor's coat from his body, his shirt underneath catching fire and falling to the singed floor as burnt ribbons. The sword was finally vacant. The winds died, the shaking of the room ceased. The energy from within Shinorei had jumped ship, evident as Tali opened his hand, letting the powerless sword fall to the floor with a hollow thump. With his chiseled physique lit amongst the darkness by the fires of evil, Wesley stood before his younger brother still in one piece, but someone else was behind the wheel.
The evil within the blade had entered him. The results could be described as violent. Taliman shrieked suddenly in pain, his body lurching forward as his left hand grasped hysterically at his right arm, still covered in the accursed power attacking his system. He had been controlled so that he would sit still and let Shinorei activate itself; now that it was too far to be stopped, it released its hold and let him vainly fight it as he was taken over completely. Outside in the main room, Cado seemed to be at a loss. While he quickly approached the lounge to aid his ruler, he was held at bay by the darkness and furthermore appeared unsure of how to react. For once he seemed almost useless as he stood and watched without even attempting to interfere; his master was clearly in pain but Cado seemed unable or unwilling to help. Though he had been conditioned to not respond with hostilities to the power coming from the evil sword, one would think the big man would have the sense to pass his own judgement.
Failing to control 100mph breaths as the dark entity forced its way into his mind and body, Wesley could do nothing. Wide in terror, his eye changed in one moment from white to black as his claws dug bloody trenches into his own arm, his valiant effort simply too little, too late. "S-some one...help m.. !!!" The Emperor looked up at the doorway to the room, an abysmal black veil keeping everyone away. His cry for help was stunted by a painful jolt through his body, his darkened eye squinting as the final nail was driven home. His small body jerked backward in a corkscrew, wisps of dark fire trailing behind him as he crashed awkwardly into the wall.
Falling to the floor headfirst, he writhed and convulsed, now clawing at his head with a stung hiss as he rolled about the ground in a frantic conniption of sorts. Not a second later he was thrown by an unseen force, slammed back against the wall several feet from the floor like a magnet to steel. Still his claws dug at his temples, eye squeezed shut as his former weapon took the reins of his mind. As they were pried from his hands, his desperation slowed, dulled, and then died entirely. A calm crept over his demeanor, a serene savagery unmatched by the man whose body it was using.
Wesley was gone. In his place was the Dark Entity, inhabiting a vessel offered unwillingly by its long time master. The cloudy energy and fire around its torso converged back to the right arm, where it formed the shape of Shinorei. In the form of a spectre the sword seemed intangible, having no hilt and merely extending from the demon's hand. Within the ghostly blade one could see a glowing silhouette of an arm surrounding Taliman's, the arm of some manner of devil. Having large cloven fingers, this phantom claw provided the only clue toward the appearance of the beast taking control of Taliman. The Entity slowly opened its dark eye, scarlet locks drifting lazily about its face in an unseen wind as it lowered its extended claws. The phantom blade extending from its arm shrank, reduced to only a dark purple glow surrounding the bloodied limb.
"General..." Slowly the Entity returned to the floor, eyeing Tybron down at its feet. It tilted its head with a longing smile. "..it's been so long..."
The Dark Entity's voice was not singular, each word eerily closing in from all directions. Taliman's voice flowed from his own lips, but dozens of others reverberated off the walls like the building itself was speaking. Some of the voices spoke quickly, some spoke slowly, deeply. Some obviously weren't speaking the same language and some apparently spoke backwards. Regardless, it was clear that Wesley was being used by more than one being. Not a one of them sounded like they had Tybron's best interests in mind.
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Posted: Thu Sep 02, 2010 10:01 pm
Before Tali could speak his words, "chaos" happened. Winds and gusts came spilling out nearly taking the Fox demon with them. Had it not been fore his spirit creating a gravity seal to the ground, he probably would have been blown away. Now the Fox demon could not help the other two. s**t went down, and it went down. His unfortunate respect for the boys privacy had now left Yo-ko with very limited information of the situation. This never happened to the fox demon.
"what the.....holy s**t....."
From what Yo-ko could sense and see, it seemed to be coming from the sword that the Monarch seemed to cary with him. Although an evil entity that seemed unsurpassed in power, especially with Tali's body as a host, Yo-ko knew he would have to do something. He had no idea how his seals and techniques would hold up in this now dire situation, but the demon had dealt with similar situations in his line of work. Also, the Fox Demon had a few aces up his sleeve. Aces he had never dreamed of, or people would even think of him having. The normally very tactical warrior could only think of one thing before springing into total violent and combative action. He screamed out to "the General."
"Deity! whats going on?!!!"
His voice could probably not be heard over the winds, but he had to at least try before doing something. If this situation was allowed to progress, well, the Fox demon didnt even want to think about what would happen then.
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The Fierce Deity Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Sep 02, 2010 10:36 pm
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Posted: Thu Sep 02, 2010 10:38 pm
(( who draws this art? I really want a good Yo-ko picture.....))
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The Fierce Deity Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Sep 02, 2010 10:42 pm
<no clue who draws this s**t.>>
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Posted: Thu Sep 02, 2010 10:45 pm
(( lol. well, assuming its you, Can i pretty pretty pretty pweety please get one of Yo-ko? Everyone i ask or even pay hates the dredlocks......and never gets it done so i never have one sad ))
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The Fierce Deity Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Sep 02, 2010 10:51 pm
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Posted: Thu Sep 02, 2010 10:59 pm
(( oh, it was worth a shot. Nice art though smile ))
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Posted: Fri Sep 03, 2010 11:28 am
Well, this was a bust.
All Caine had wanted was to enjoy a drink in peace, maybe minor chatter here or there, see if there was a conflict between his predecessor and his boss. There always was one of some sort when the brothers crossed paths. It had been a good show to watch when Tybron had ended up dead, and while he wasn't expecting a repeat performance, this was over the top.
The current General had taken his leave of the bar group when Seth, Yoko, and Samayou had gathered around his alternate sister. While Kirra was one to draw a crowd and enjoy it, Caine had to be in a certain mood to talk about nothing. And that wasn't right now. He had gone down to the far end, happy to be alone with his bottle of Jack Daniels.
However, when the vibration from the lounge shook the entire building for a moment, that gathered his attention. His dual colored eyes glanced over to the entrance of the area, and waited. He couldn't hear a thing that was said, but....
There it was. When the building shook and the crashing and smashing of furniture and debris was obvious from the lounge, Saewin let out a sigh. So much for it being a reprieve from the chaos. Really, he hadn't expected it to be such, but nothing like this. Even Cado, the big guard dog, was unsure of what to do. However, when Taliman screamed out for help, that stirred the General.
Caine stood straight again, taking one more large pull from the bottle in his hand. Then he lifted his left arm, pressing some buttons on the comlink on his forearm. "Prepare a medvac ASAP. We'll need it here on Earth."
Then he switched it off, remaining behind the bar but watching the lounge with narrowed eyes. There was nothing they could do right now, unable to get in. If Cado wasn't trying to break through, why waste the energy? Once again, he was glad it was Kirra that was out this time, because if it was Jade, she'd be freaking out already.
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Posted: Sun Sep 05, 2010 3:11 am
The calm silence before the storm it was all too familair to Samayou. As Yo-Ko stood straight up and reacted to the situation Sama remained calm. The ancient old excorsist stared forward with those pale eyes watching the events unfold like a black and white movie. He would literally watch from a distance as the purple and powerful aura of Taliman was snuffed out by a midnight black one that creeped into his every vein. To think it was his own weapon that had claimed him was a bit ironic indeed but none the less the man needed help....how to do that Sama was not sure yet.
Finally the devil stood and luimbered over to the door way standing next to Cado. It was hard to swallow but someone was bigger then him, it was a fact he rarely had to take in but all discontent aside they shared a common goal. Sadly he had none of his items here, holy relics and things of that nature to repel such entities he had left at his Guild Home on Gaia. The Devil crossed his arms over his broad chest, a hand lifting to his stone chiseled chin as his eyes kept straight and true. he was the only one who could literally hear and see what was going on, senses far beyond that of anyone here, one had to have such senses when one was hunted everyday, survival senses.
"It seems you and I share a common purpose Cado, our goals are temporarly aligned. Can you tell me where Taliman got that sword?"
Shadow barrier of some sort maybe, The devil was uncertain with out further inspection but its power kept even Cado and Samayou out. That was hard to do consdering how tough cado was and how durable Sama was. Sama could jump planes and bring Cado with him but if the power was on all levels of the universe and countered them no higher power in the universe, no mathematical equation in the universe could predict where they would end up. If they where interuptted mid jump they would bounce around the planes like a ping ball of steriods, though the chances of such a thing happeing where 1 in 7,908,473 but this entity could be that one........
{{If there are spelling mistakes i apologize i dont have word to correct my grammer/spelling on this new laptop.^^ Deity you never take a day off from the story drama do you, this is rather interesting indeed and so far I am enjoying myself yet again with your twists and turns.}}
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The Fierce Deity Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Sep 05, 2010 7:56 pm
::As the room decended into chaos, Deity was thrown unceremoniously out of his seat, falling flat to the floor with a near inaudible pout. He wasn't back to full strength - bumping into the closet door in the morning would leave a bruise. As he looked up, watching his older brother possessed by his own ultimate weapon, the boy saw his oppurtunity to flee. Fighting wasn't an option. As Taliman and the sword joined, their power combined and skyrocketed. Taliman alone had proven himself too much for Deity to handle. With the sword, it would just be a slaughter. With the quiet Tonepian still severely weakened for his own abuse of power, he wouldn't even pose an obstacle. But there he stayed, his hair whipped crazily through the wind as the spectacle passed.
The hairs on the back of the boy's neck stood up as the possession completed itself. He stared right back at the devil glaring down at him - it wouldn't even have to tell him it wasn't Taliman. Appearances aside, the beast looming over the skinny Orinian now was not only a far more terrible beast than the former tyrant it was using as a puppet - it was a frightfully familiar villain Deity knew all too well. He hadn't been called 'general' for years now. Six years, to be exact. Though only a few souls alive today knew he was Taliman's first right hand - a lineage currently upheld by Caine - Deity was the first general to serve under the demon emperor. He would later turn traitor - and human - and fight against his own flesh and blood, but that was a bedtime story for another day.
If he even had another day, anyway. Deity could gather for himself now what this beast wanted with him. Unlike Taliman, who embraced the dark sword for what it was in return for power, Deity had the blade for centuries without ever giving in. Exercising a will of steel, he had long since blocked out the corrupting effects of the demon sword, a fact which Shinorei promised it would not soon forget. Father warned me about this, he recollected then, remembering a conversation the two had once had about the swords ambition. It's not out for power, he figured. It just wants revenge.
Knowing this, the tall Orinian couldn't budge from his spot. He looked over at the blackness separating he and the Entity from the others - it was reminiscent of the mist used by Fierce. In fact, it was probably the same thing. It wouldn't hold for long. The boy slowly, uneasily rose to his feet. His heart started to race. He began breathing faster. I can almost feel it, he thought, so close. He didn't want to run. He wanted to live, and he knew the Entity wanted to kill him. But for some reason he wouldn't run. Perhaps he knew someone would save him. Assuring himself that someone would manage to break in, he was convinced he would survive just one taste.::
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