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 Posted: Sat Dec 29, 2012 5:11 am
⌠ Arc Imishi ⌡  Arc set down his chopsticks after finishing a lunch of yakitori, rice balls drizzled in the same sauce as the chicken, and sweet rolls, not a traditional japanese accoutrement but one he had come to enjoy since arriving in heaven. The knock on his door was a surprise and so it would take Arc an extra moment to respond as he tightened his kimono around his shoulders. He rarely wore the outfit around heaven but his recent trip reminded him of the comfort and versatility of the garment. Moving to the door Arc would open the strong hard wood paneled door. As the door swung open Arc would come to see a general one General Grants if his local lore was not mistaken, a leader of a local warriors guild here in St Anne, the figure came as a sincere surprise to the demi angel, and it registered as a look shaken, but not so quickly that the general would not register his surprise. Behind Arc the apartment rose a foot onto a lifted platform which would set the level of the rest of the home. At the base of the step Arc's own shoes were left sitting, an uncommon measure in any but eastern homes. The décor was simple but not drab composed of soft earth tomes and green blue ocean tones, encompassing both the furniture and the art around the room. Next to the door, on the revealed wall hung three swords in a horizontal stand, the top blade was a wakizashi its curve facing the floor. The next blade was a katana which radiated energy like it too was angelic. The final blade was a nodachi, of almost half again the katana length, truly a great sword. As the two men came to regard one another, Arc would bow slightly before stepping back and gesturing for the general to enter, the movement was accompanied by the words, “Please be my guest.” Arc's tone as he spoke was firm but friendly keeping an element of demure due a host. His sharp eyes which were dark blue flecked with gold caught the almost absent nature of the general's expression as if his mind had recently been elsewhere. Still Arc would not press the issue as he waited for the general to join him inside. A number of thoughts crossed his mind as to the reason for the general's presence, mostly pertaining to his work around the city. Still Arc pressed himself to stifle the idle thoughts and prepare himself to formally host his current guest in traditional fashion. (post layout is a work in progress.)
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Posted: Sat Dec 29, 2012 5:34 am
Nodding his head in return, Grants would smile and step into Arc's home. Noticing the shoes sitting before the house's raised platform, Grants thought to himself that it was an intriguing custom. It must have been something the Demi-Angel picked up from Earth. Coincidentally, the General's attire was designed after Japanese garbs and robes. However Grants wasn't here to humor anyone's customs this afternoon.
"Arc Imishi. I'm General Grants, one of the Guild's Masters. Forgive my unannounced arrival."
Turning to Arc, Grants would rest his left hand idly over the hilt of his waist mounted sword. The sheath had a dull gleam to it as it hid a brilliantly white hued blade within. "I don't have much time so I'll get to it- I'm on my way to Yaabashael to interrogate a small group of "terrorists" as it was put. I was recently made to notice some of your work throughout St. Anne over the years. I'm personally inviting you to accompany me with this interrogation as I think you could assist me."
Glancing to the simple yet defined style of Arc's home, Grants' eyes stopped to admire the blades for a moment. He'd nod and look back to Arc, continuing on, "I know you just got back from Earth and I don't mean to cut your vacation short. Unfortunately Heaven seems to be facing some more issues. Your name was on a list of prospects of St. Anne's guild and I think it's time you are offered a chance to become more than a simple guard."
Smiling again, Grants looked to Arc for a reaction. Although he quickly put in, "Ah, It's entirely up to you though. I have no intent of pressuring you into this. At the least, this is a visit to acknowledge all of the work you've done for St. Anne so far."
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DarkKingJilly Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Dec 29, 2012 5:59 am
⌠ Arc Imishi ⌡ Arc glanced at the general as he spoke describing the reason for his visit in its entirety. A brief nod accompanied each of the generals statements indicating his understanding and comprehension regarding the situation. Arc would take the time while the general was speaking to organize his thoughts and responses a necessity given that the general was himself short on time. Once the general was done speaking his part Arc took the time to speak his in turn. ”Ah the situation regarding the terrorists is unfortunate, but none the less I find it my pleasure to make your acquaintance. As it so happens with regards to your invitation I have nothing planned for the day, and it would be my pleasure to accept. It will take me a moment or two to prepare, can I offer you a beverage, tea or coffee while I prepare?” As he accepted the generals invitation he stepped back upon the platform waiting to see if the general would accept the invitation to a beverage or if he would prefer to wait while the swordsman prepared for duty. If the general chose a drink Arc would lead the way to the kitchen a sprawling area to the left of the entry way. Within which he would make the drink of the generals choice, including a number of traditional heavenly and mortal alcohols all displayed in a cooler rack. If the general declined the offer Arc would move instead to the right of the kitchen to the opposite side of the house through a sequence of sliding doors into his personal quarters. Dressing would not take him long and he chose a set of white robes and loose trousers forgoing truly traditional garb, the last part of the outfit would be a sword belt with three sashes looped and waiting for a sheathe. Grabbing a set of white fingerless leather gloves he would rejoin the general in the entry way. There he would step into his boots and lace them up before taking the sheathed blades of the wall and sliding each one into its appointed loop, wakizashi and katana left, the former atop, the latter below. To the right sash would fall his nodachi a formidable weapon which was best handles with both hands and all his focus. Either way the process would take between two and five minutes as the swordsman prepared himself for the upcoming duty of joining the general. In what might seem record time to the general the iaido specialist was prepared for battle one way or the other.
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Posted: Sat Dec 29, 2012 6:21 am
"I'm glad."
Grants nodded again, glancing outside as Arc offered the general some hospitality. "I will pass. Perhaps when we are done with this...I don't want to intimidate you but I have a bad feeling about this ordeal. I can't afford to relax right now. I'll wait until you're ready...don't hesitate to equip yourself for combat."
Grants would turn to observe the citizens of St. Anne go about their day. Grants put his duty first and foremost but he gave off the demeanor of a man who strived for peace. As much as he would have enjoyed sitting down for some tea, the Guild Master was too concerned about the interrogation. Aaron had personally requested someone from the Guild go to Yaabashael. Weren't there other means of getting information from someone? Yaabashael was a city of spiritual pioneering. Surely there had to be a Mage or a Saint who was better accustomed to this. There were many questions that Grants wanted answered but he severely doubted that he'd get them from these terrorists.
However...lately things didn't seem as they appeared. He was very appreciative that he could recruit Arc. The very reason why Lucas had summoned warriors from various corners of Earth was so that Lucas could put his full trust into capable warriors. Grants needed someone who didn't have a blind resolve to die for Heaven's glory. He also needed someone who wasn't so close to the Council. It was a lowly form of deceit that he would hope Arc would understand later.
Of course when Arc emerged from his home, Grants smirked with approval. Clearly this man was disciplined. Grants had no remorse in approaching Arc to accompany him.
"If you have any questions, now would be the time to ask. While we head for the gate to Yaabashael it would be best to answer anything now then when we get to the next capital. Here, I know who's capable of listening in...there, not so much."
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DarkKingJilly Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Dec 29, 2012 7:15 am
⌠ Arc Imishi ⌡ Arc eyed the general a funny look as he mentioned being able to predict who would and wouldnt overhear the conversation. Unlike a lot of guards, and a lot of warriors, Arc's mind was kept as sharp or sharper than his blade forged in much the same way as his skills and honed ever to a finer and finer edge. From the simple phrase the general used Arc surmised that either he was not solely on the council's business, or he know more than he should going into his interrogation. Rather than bring up his suspicions though Arc chose a different way to handle the issue and chose to make his point in two brief and clear statements. ”I have no questions for you, but instead two warnings. The first, I have no intention of dying today, so if my life is in danger warn me now and I will wear my blades accordingly. The Second, I have no secrets that I am willing to take to my grave, not yours not mine, not theirs, and If you would a secret be kept to its end, keep it yourself and do not share it with me.” As he said the word theirs in his statement he made a very precise and perfunctory gesture to the citadel. If the general did not get the point, Arc would not make it clearer for he had said all that needed be openly said. He was a blade to be wielded in the light, not a tongue waggling in the shadows and his words made that distinction evident. All this became apparent his words and his actions merging as they took their first steps towards the gates of Yaabashael. Arc's stride was strong and graceful but would not out pace his superior. He simply moved as a man with a purpose that no force in heaven or on earth would stop.
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Posted: Sat Dec 29, 2012 7:40 am
(( Last one for me. I need some rest. )) Grants looked back to Arc for a moment before taking in a deep breath. He'd take the pause between statements to get a good look at Arc now and his stature. Again, Grants would smile and chuckle a bit, "As of late I suppose our lives are always in danger. I can tell you that I don't know what to expect in Yaabashael. So yes, be prepared to fight...if that's all you have to say though then I have nothing more to add. I can see that you've got a strong resolve. That's really all I need from you. I just need you to do what you think- or rather what you know is right."
Grants would step forward and carry himself ahead. It was about time the two of them set out to the Cathedral Capital. Grants would be putting his trust with Arc and in a newly made comrade. It was a gesture that he wished to impose with other Celestials. The conversation had been cast into a grim tone but Grants' composure was still calm and collected. Arc could trust this man even though it was clear that there was something bothering the Celestial. Although as Arc suggested, some things were better kept unspoken. There was no doubt that Grants could keep a level head, despite whatever troubled the swordsman.
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Without delay, the two fighters would make their way to the gate.
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DarkKingJilly Vice Captain
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I HATE YOU WITH A PASSION Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Dec 30, 2012 3:32 am
Roy wasn't one for battles or senseless fights. His father was known for being powerful but many forget on how blind he really was. He was consumed in his greek to reach a peak he could never fully understand. Roy watched his father become what his mother and him fought against. A terrible, overwhelming destructive force that threaten to abandon reason and for all intents and purposes live only for selfishness. He honored his mother, she raised him, and thought him on focusing on others. The greatest power of all, was purpose. Roy fully believed his purpose was... and still is. To bring balance to power and to expand peace among the planes and reach out to the realms. Harmony...
"Kira..." Roy said without looking around from Janus. Whatever happened, Janus didn't seem to respond. It was never a good sign and not knowing Janus too well Roy could only assume it was dangerous to stay here. "Kira!" he yelled taking a step back. Regardless if Kira trusted Roy or not, Roy refused to leave his comrades. he'd give his life to save them. Being a Leader of Hell for a little bit, he understood responsibility. This mission was his only objective. "Kira....we're leaving now." Roy said in a calm manner. He stayed focused and hoped that if Janus was still himself. "Janus will be fine, we must not waste any more time." Roy said as he turned to his new friend Kira. He then looked passed Kira to see the two that had been following them. He knew not their names but would warn them.
"Friend or foe, it doesn't matter. There are bigger things at work here you do not understand. You will help us or get out of our way." Against his own morals, Roy threw up his arm revealing a fully charged cannon which had yet to reveal it's full potential. The two, may not know it but Roy is the son of Inferno, the strongest Fire Lord ever to rule Hell. Student of the very first leader of Hell, Kikyo. The current Leader, Oni served under Kikyo at one point in time. Roy also holds powers of Morik and Kikyo, mighty gifts. Along with a hidden Halberd, which can be summoned at any time. The weapon, much like a spear was a gift from the leader of Hell, Raphael. Raphael was trained and brought into power by none other than Lankerkin himself, the very first leader of Heaven. Even though, he does not hold their titles nor their significance Roy himself has been known to go through things til the bitter end if it means completing a mission. He is part of a legacy made by the most powerful beings both sides have ever known.
Roy refused to fail Kikyo and Oni. The artifact would be found, and kept in one piece. Roy didn't wait for the two to answer. He quickly bursted into flames and took off to put distance between what would appear to be either a showdown or the joining of two powerful forces. If Kira was behind Roy, Roy was using his gauntlet to track the artifact. A bright blue arc trail would flow through the forest trees and lead them straight to it.
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Posted: Sun Dec 30, 2012 4:02 am
DarkKingJilly [The Abyss]
Lucas remained trap in the enveloping darkness as time steadily lost it's meaning. In this place devoid of light, Lucas had been plunged into the depths of the Abyss, trapped by Aaron's plotting. Lucas worried for his comrades but he also had to believe that they would carry on their mission. Although he was starting to loose track of time he was becoming more concerned if he could ever make it out of this pitch black dimension. Earlier his inner "demons" had began clawing at his thoughts, the darkness encompassing him slowly bleeding into his mind. It was near maddening but Lucas knew he had to find a way to free himself, regardless if his sanity was kept in tact or not.
"I need to get out of here..."
Struggling to make sense of what was "up" or "down", Lucas felt himself sinking deeper into the maw of the Abyss. Aaron made a well played move but Lucas would not be kept here so easily. Perhaps the glimmer of hope he needed would come at an unexpected price, Lucas thought. Afterall, the Imperfect Angel did seal two very powerful entities here with Oni's help. What irony it was that Lucas now found himself sinking into the very place he had trapped Heaven's enemy. But perhaps there was still a chance...
"Ugh..!"
Lucas reached his arms out symbolically as he attempted to send some sort of signal out with his powers. A sharp pain ran through is spine as he tried to shoot a burst of light outwards but he would find that the darkness was gluttonous! The Abyss swallowed any light that Lucas could produce instantly. It was as if the darkness had seeped into his pores and were blocking his abilities. It felt like Lucas was imprisoned in a black hole. "Ungh...great..."
Lucas however had control over heat as well as the light. Perhaps he could send a signal out with a subtle pulse of energy. So without haste, Lucas steadily amplified his own body heat. A dim red aura would glow from Lucas' body as he sent out a beacon. Hopefully Heaven's lost King would not draw in too much trouble and hopefully he could produce enough energy long enough before the pain became overbearing. I HATE YOU WITH A PASSION
A mystery in it's self as to how Lucas had landed himself in this situation. As much as he was hoping to summon the trapped demon of the flame, his signal would go unanswered. Minutes, hours, and perhaps days went by with no answer. It was impossible to tell how long it would actually be. The dimension in which he was now in went on forever. The darkness would keep him company and attempt to dig into the deepest thoughts of Lucas. But if he endured and if he hadn't lost his mind nor sanity somehow he'd hear something. "You are very clever to hide all of the way out here..." said an unknown voice. Out of the blanket of darkness emerged a figure. It was outlined in a bright fiery aura. The long lost Fire Lord was alive somehow. After over a thousand years of being trapped in this abyss, lost forever in a forbidden realm Inferno had been found.
His mask was gone, left where was unknown. His black signature cloak was left in rags. He looked exhausted and weak. The prize fighter looked like a rusted trophy. His armor was mostly eaten away. If Lucas recalled some of his memory, Inferno wasn't left in this condition. The reason was, he had been fighting Raphael for over a thousand years. No rest, no breaks, no sleep, no holidays, nothing but endless combat. Before Lucas knew it, the palm of this powerful warrior was inches away from his face. "Wait...I know your trickery." he said in a tired voice. Inferno quickly turned to the right, firing off a small ball of super heated energy. Sadly, it wasn't as great as Lucas may remember. "Your cloud images won't work this time! Have you given up?! Is this how it ends?! You being a cowardly and hiding behind childish tricks.....Yes, I see now. You. You are buying your self time. Have you not forgotten we have all the time ever needed! Finish what you started damn you!"
Inferno threw down his arms to his side revealing some ash and embers fall from his body. He looked as if he could fall apart any moment. "Damn him, Damn his entire existence." he said under his breath. Was it possible that he and Raphael were still at war? Even long after the events of Cruxis? Or had Inferno finally lost it and has become unstable? He looked over his shoulder to glare at Lucas. "Or maybe your not an image at all. Maybe I should check and make sure!" With that said, Inferno threw a back fist towards Lucas. The fist was a bit slow, slow for some one so powerful. After the swing, Inferno's fist again rested at his side as he continue to glare at Lucas.
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I HATE YOU WITH A PASSION Vice Captain
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DarkKingJilly Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Dec 30, 2012 11:22 am
I HATE YOU WITH A PASSION Helpless, Lucas could only float within the veil of darkness as he recovered as much energy as he could. He had no idea how much time had passed or if time was passing at all. However he knew that giving up now was not an option. No matter how many times that he thought to leave it all behind and accept his situation, Lucas was still driven to fight. But as his first few signals went without response, Lucas simply had to deal with it. Of course after a while the darkness could get to a person. In fact, the Imperfect Angel thought he was hallucinating!
"...."
An ancient figure, beaten and broken slowly appeared before the imprisoned King. Lucas' electric blue eyes wearily looked up, attracted to the blazing aura before him. The red and orange fiery hue danced within the reflection of Lucas' eyes as he stared silently at an old, old comrade. Inferno, the Legendary Demon that Lucas once called a close friend. Hell's Champion and at one time, Heaven's plight. If anything, the countless days within this realm had made Inferno more intimidating. It would take a moment for Lucas to realize that the Fire Lord had returned!
"In-...Inferno!"
Hesitant to call out, Lucas collected himself as a mix of hopefulness and fear came over him. How would Inferno react to encountering one of the two men who trapped him in the Abyss? Would the two greet each other as friend or foe? Lucas was ready to accept the timeless hatred that was sure to have built up within Inferno but he wasn't quite ready to die.Fear was a reaction. Courage was a choice to be made. So Lucas would clench his fists and watch carefully as Inferno approached. What happened next would mostly concern Lucas than make him defensive.
It was clear that Inferno had been fighting for a very long time. An eternal battle between him and whom Lucas assumed to be Raphael. Where was Raphael? The thought of being ambushed briefly crossed through Lucas' mind but now was not the time to be fretting. Lucas would look Inferno in the eyes- a dangerous gambit for any who knew the Fire Demon. Lucas would listen carefully, lowering his brow as he watched his lost friend swing a punch.
"Inferno."
Inferno's fist would smack into Lucas' face, perhaps to the Demon's surprise. As one who could manipulate light, Lucas would reach out to Inferno to try and make him see Raphael was not here at the moment. Lucas would try to show Inferno a new light to believe in. Afterall, Lucas needed Inferno to work with him.
"INFERNO! LOOK AT ME!"
Lucas took a deep breath and held his arms out around Inferno. A small burst of light would wash over the two instantly, blanketing the two in Lucas' energy for the briefest of moments. Yet in this place where time was lost, a moment was enough for a lifetime. And Lucas would endure another sharp pain up his spine before he had to stop expending his energy. The light was brilliant but it would be swallowed up within the Abyss all the same. However, Lucas simply needed to snap Inferno back to reality.
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Posted: Sun Dec 30, 2012 12:51 pm
[Location: Earth, City of Campanile]
Campanile was a neighboring town south of Rosewood. The city was known for it's ivory bell tower. Some say the city was built around the tower and that at night there would be an eerie glow within the structure. The tower had gone many years without ringing.
Although the city is prosperous there are parts of the city that have been abandoned. There are also hushed rumors circulating around one of Campanile's bigger companies, Belfort. Aside from the tourist attractions and conspiracies, Campanile is a plain city. Most races can live comfortably here but most people keep to themselves.
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"Alright."
Standing before the bell tower, Dylan looked up to admire the ivory structure before him. Dylan was a young man but he was well seasoned with travel and combat. He was a modest swordsman who had caught word of some suspicious activity around the city. The word was that Belfort had been buying and trading some suspicious goods and no one really knew what they were up to. People had reported witnessing unmarked trucks unloading large crates into their loading docks.
The crates ranged from size, according to each person recalling the scene. Crates big enough to hold elephants to large cabs loading up crates that could hold several people. Regardless of what the rumor was it was an odd one. Dylan only cared because the woman he was looking for may have been involved. Over the years he had learned to follow unusual clues to find unusual people. Sometimes the absurdities of life were not so strange when dealing with other worldly entities.
Dylan was not quite from this time as he had been frozen within Hell's Ice many years ago. On one of his missions he was in pursuit of a witch as part of a Guild mission. He was to capture her and claim the bounty. Unfortunately this woman proved to be too cunning and had trapped Dylan within a cavern for thousands of years. Miraculously, Dylan was discovered by a cult fanatic who wanted to summon demons. Now a days, angels and demons were merely creatures of myths and fairy tales. It would be strange for anyone to think they could summon anything from an infernal or holy realm since no one seemed to believe in Heaven or Hell anymore. Rather it be fate or fortune, the cultist summoned the very witch that sealed Dylan away.
Remembering how this woman freed him on a whim, Dylan's pride was shaken and he wanted to finish what he started. But that would require finding the witch first! "So here we are."
Dylan would glance around as he noticed another truck roll by, turning the corner to head towards Belfort. Dylan lowered his brow and rest his left hand on the hilt of the katana he equipped to his belt. Campanile gave him an unsettling feeling.
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DarkKingJilly Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Dec 30, 2012 2:30 pm
Phobos, the Ebon Sun
Location: Campanile, Earth
Following what rumors that circulated around, along with the faint trail, Phobos entered into the city of Campanile, known for the ivory tower that stood at its center. He came to this city, tracking down a man whom he never expected to encounter in such a far away world. Something was in the works, and he intends to find the answer and get closer to the truth of his world as well and that cursed woman. If this trail is indeed the right path, it would only mean a new obstacle has formed.
Carefully moving through the streets and alleyways, making sure to not attract much attention to himself, and aimed for the ivory tower, making it his starting point. He needed to head to the company known Belfort, for some of the rumors he heard would somehow tie in with the trail of his target. Regardless of unrelated the two subjects where, it was the best lead he had so far, it was definitely something worth poking his nose into.
Coming out of an alleyway near Belfort's company building, Phobos picked up one their trucks coming in, taking the opportunity, he rushed at the truck as it was passing by and slip under it, quickly he formed his claws and grabbing what he could to get a grip, now he just needed to wait for the truck to stop and he could begin his snooping around.
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Posted: Sun Dec 30, 2012 7:29 pm
I HATE YOU WITH A PASSION Kira would stare and let his warm flames prevent the cold aura from overcoming him, he knew darn well janus had more power then what he either realized, or was extremely good at acting, but with either case, kira heard his name faintly, was it karu's soul speaking to him or someone else? At first kira brushed it off as he started getting into his ready stance, but was shouted at again, and out of habit, and instinct would grip his blades hilt, and stare at roy. He said leave? And to the others, one thing they would agree on, would the others assisting or getting out of the way, but leaving janus? It didn't sit right with kira at all, he is usually first into the fights, and last out of them, but he did not know, the extent of his new found allies powers, but he would trust roy in this case, a living creature, trusting a devil. "if something happens to janus, I will not hold back anymore, tired of being nice." kira at times could be considered bipolar in some cases, not that he is, but since he could remember, he always had anger, wrath incarnate, and was the key to his powers. He may not turn into a green handsome machine with purple jeans, but he has his own routine, power that's yet to be seen. (Haha, it rhymed irony) Kiras anger was enough to rival the dragons of old, he was hunted like they, and thus he hates practically everyone in general, besides those that earn his respect, granted, he let's his mouth loose more then he should, but he can't help himself, he speaks what he feels is the truth, even if it is not nice. Seeing roy ran off, kira would turn and glare at janus, this felt wrong, but he knew he did have a duty to fulfill, and being lucas' vanguard, he needed to shape up. Leaving the party as it were, kira ran after roy, the wind surround his body, as he ran and bounced off trees, like a pin ball, and catching up to roy quickly, as he kept up, he couldn't help but ask a question. "this maybe a bad time, but I gotta know, what's your backround, im from my realm, and not dead, and im a close friend of lucas, but who are yo- UGABU!" a loud thud could be heard as kira was not paying attention and slamed into a tree, if roy looked, an outline of kira would be on the otherside. After a moment if roy didn't stop and kept going kira would follow again, the small flame aura vanishing, as he kept up, the flames not needed to keep up in speed, which was kira's true strength, but the winds around him helped his move in the air, as if he was on the ground, the wind shape skills he had had over the years, but prefered being a warrior of the sword over the mage like style he can use as well. Kira followed roy till where ever they ended up, getting lost now would not be very good, frankly, it be counterproductive.
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Posted: Sun Dec 30, 2012 10:15 pm
(Yeah it was telepathic...sorry about that ) .In the days of old,people feared Yokai.The one who stood at the helm and ruled the Night Parade of A Hundred Demons was known as the Supreme Commander of the Yokai.They had another name for him.....The Lord of Pandemonium .....Nurarihyon.He knew Oni and Kikyo. Kikyo herself gave him dominion over the Yōkai made by human legend or that chose to inhabit the human realm since its creation.He above all other Yōkai he alone came out on top as Sōdaishō (総大将; Literally meaning "Supreme Commander").The Nura Clan are the biggest yōkai faction in eastern Japan, they were first formed during the Sengoku Era and currently rule over the Kantō area. They are a yakuza yōkai group with Nurarihyon as their leader and use the character for fear (畏) as their symbol. There are about ten thousand yōkai who are considered members of the Nura group, divided into about 70 sub-clans........but then Cruixis came.....and humans lost faith in heaven and hell and the creature that reside in those realms.Osore (畏, Fear) is the term that denotes the unique skills and traits of each yōkai. It refers to the "fear" of the unknown, an emotional reaction produced when the yōkai represent themselves as "monsters". As yōkai first existed as creatures who induce fear in humankind, the general concept of "fear" revolves around being feared and respected by humans and making them feel small and weak. There power was reduced to nothing! The Yōkai all but disappeared from existence.The ones that remained,along with help from a mysterious demon from Hell created a world for the Yōkai away from the declining influence of the worlds lose of faith.Now the grandson of Nurarihyon has returned for reasons unknown his power beginning to rival that of his grandfather.Every ounce of his families power was earned.Any weapon or technique was original to his family alone.His father had been a carefree man in a state of peace,but displayed merciless conviction in his goals.His son Rihan and daughter were no diffrent.He wasn't a cocky prince....or some pompous noble. Rihan was, born of a great demon bloodline even as far back as the first ruler of Hells reign;When his ancestorDemon known as Toshin Raizen of the Mazoku. Rihan possesses the perfect power that many demons desire thru his shear will and sacrifice. In his own right he was very similar to Roy in that regard.Because of this he is always composed and confident in his power.His first duty was to demons as a whole and thus Lord Oni himself.He appeared a few feet directly of Roy in his true form on the path to artifact.He left Janus to Jade who was now sealed Jades spiral barrier.His sun like orbs were scattered around the area with only four surrounding Rihan.He didn't say anything and simply followed the light.Jade Janus couldn't get past the spiral seal of the barrier without permission if he didn't calm down he'd incase himself in his own ice.Jade activated her armor incase any complications arose with Janus.
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Posted: Mon Dec 31, 2012 1:53 am
I HATE YOU WITH A PASSION As Cho felt Janus's aura start to overwhelm the forest. He could only get angry because his home was being changed into something that it was not. Winter never came in the forest, and the plants had water going though them to spread out the life of the forest. He could feel the forest growing angry, and cried for him to do something. "Blizzard!" extending his left hand to his side letting out a flame that would stay still. "I know its you!" He shouted at Janus, "Why did you abandon your post!?" Using wind to cause the flame to explode but also using wind to contain it to make the flame hotter, and to turn the blast into a ticking time bomb by redoing this process over and over. It was not to destroy the forest, but to counter Janus's aura. Within seconds the flame would be blue, and would begin to turn white. Before they would turn white he would split the flame up into five orbs slowly growing bigger and hotter with each second, and he would have them circle around him. Cho would pull a rugged sash from under his belt it had been used as holding place for many years. He would wrap the sash around his face, covering his nose and mouth from any of the fumes that were about to let out by the plants.
"You are different from our last encounter," slowly advancing forward, "You seem coy and even weaker, while we have remained the same."He did not care to notice anyone other than Janus because there was no reason a guardian should have left his post, and that would be either someone knocked them out, and took the virtue, or the Sins had been let loose. If they lost their artifact it was only right that one takes their life, but why would he team up with such people to gather the virtues. "Blizzard, you are not yourself. It was you who had more loyalty to guarding the Virtue, and yet I do not see it on your person!" clinching the whip in his right hand even harder till his knuckles were pink, "While we bare our Sash till the end." Cracking the whip while letting his head drop a bit. "So please Blizzard as our friend tell us why don't you have your Virtue? If your do not say why we will be forced to deal with everyone here..." A single tear would roll down the right side of Cho's face. He needed the answer because he swore that he would protect the Sash around his face till the end if he have to, but the thought of killing his friend left a bitter feeling in his mind. Life was precious, and the life of something close was even more precious. ((Pretty much I am not really paying attention to anyone except Janus, but if anyone notices anything they can try and respond to my character, but be warned my character is a bit headstrong at this point, and will attack almost anything right now. Also pretty much he is making really high explosions in the orbs, but using the wind to contain it for the time being. The hotter it gets the more explosive it will be. Highly pressurized wind containing constant explosions. That is going to be a big boom soon XD))
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DarkKingJilly Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Dec 31, 2012 2:31 am
((You can probably skip to the black colored paragraph since that's directly related to Phobos. Although I did roughly describe how large this company is in the last silver paragraph if you want a better feel for it. Oh, and don't worry about being rusty! As long as you're enjoying yourself that's all that matters. With that said, I'll do my best to keep things interesting wink )) Dylan was a keen one and had noticed a man slip under the truck. Not quite sure what to anticipate, Dylan acted on impulse and chased after the truck. Fortunately, Belfort wasn't some sort of secret company. Reaching the truck docks wouldn't be a problem. However getting in would be another issue. "Geeze, what am I doing..."
Running to a nearby bridge, Dylan knew that the truck would have to pass under it to get to the business district. "No time to think about this...Crap, I"m thinking about it!!" Leaping over the ledge, Dylan threw himself over the side of the bridge in time to land on the truck's trailer. He'd roll and then crouch, breathing heavily from the exhilaration and out of panicking. What he just did was extraordinarily dangerous as well as not too subtle! But he could hear some music blasting within the Truck's cab. For now, Dylan had gone unnoticed. With Phobos below the truck and Dylan on top of it, the two men would find themselves riding into trouble.
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The truck would eventually roll past the docking gates as it made it's way towards the back of the company. Dylan would take the time to curse and jump off, rolling again and stumbling onto the pavement. He had made a sudden decision to follow after the mysterious man and plunge himself into the conspiracy behind this company without much thought. The white haired swordsman glanced back to the truck as it continued on, wondering if Phobos was still attached. Dylan thought this guy was in a far better position to infiltrate Belfort-granted Dylan wasn't too sure if he really wanted to infiltrate Belfort. Ah well.
Looking up to the company, the building was a dark silver shade with barely any windows. Oddly, the building complex was only two floors high but there were several buildings that connected to each other over the property. From where Dylan stood it was as if Belfort was half the size of a small town! For a moment, Dylan wondered if there were other companies connected to the main office but it didn't appear so. But before Dylan got too caught up in looking over the outside, the young swordsman would quickly dart away from the gate, swiftly moving towards a corner of the building where the security cameras could not clearly see him sneak around. Dylan wasn't a spy but he'd have to watch himself from now on. There was no telling what he'd stumble upon.
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Phobos would eventually find that the truck cab was turning around and backing into the loading docks. There were several other trucks there but none of them were being unloaded at the moment. Busy workers would move back and forth, some carrying smaller boxes while others moved with electric fork lifts. So far it looked like they were moving paper goods around within the docks and nothing seemed off. Really, the docks were one giant warehouse.
Phobos had several choices. He could sneak around the warehouse or find a way into the rest of Belfort. Although he would overhear one of the workers comment, "This truck is a bit early. We have a couple of hours before we're scheduled to unload it........Yeah, we'll come back to this. We need to take care of-"
The unloader would walk off, trailing his words as moved on. Whatever was inside the truck that Phobos was on wouldn't be revealed until later. However it wouldn't be impossible to find a place to hide and wait.
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