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 Posted: Fri Dec 09, 2005 11:29 pm
Korek quickly unsheathed his banshee swords and caught tenma's blade before it struck. He used the foot that was actually on the ground the flip himself backwards, and in mid air charged more for energy. He landed on the ground, his boots making a slight noise. He looked up towards the man that had attacked him, and then sheithed his blades again. He flicked two more kunai into his hands, but in doing so, he attached them to razor wire. It would have been impossible to see this, as his palms had been facing behind him, not infront of him towards Tenma.
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Posted: Fri Dec 09, 2005 11:37 pm
Tenma stood, his attack was quite obvious, on his left palm, the one not holding his sword 5 balls of flame spun slowly, each ball perfectly spherical and about the size of his thumb nail, as the spun he back up, taking quick strides backwards his eyes facing the man.
A quick flick of his wrist and one of the balls of energy left his hand, underneath the grass it would be hard to see, and thus the ball of flame went underneath the grass.
The only giveaway was the singed grass falling over and smoking, but by the time he followed the trail it would be too late.
At his feet the ball would hit the ground and on impact explode. Something like a mine going off underneath his feet, except the heat would be like laying down in an oven on its highest heat setting. If nothing else he wouldn't have much hair left, and that was only if he was a quick thinker and light on his feet, more likely it would tear up some of him and jar him out of concentration.
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Posted: Fri Dec 09, 2005 11:43 pm
Korek saw the man throw the tiny ball of fire. he also saw the grass start to fall. He knew he didn't have much time, no more than a few seconds. That was all he needed.
He had been charging to use this, and wished to charge more, but knew it would be needed now. He let go of the kunai in his right hand, and it snapped quickly into place due tot he razor wire. He quickly, within just a second, slammed his fist into the ground, and a dome of fire shot up aorund his body. It then shot back down as fast as it had appeared, and shockwaved in a range of about 50 feet all around him. The wave if fire was, at the bottom which was on the ground, two feet in height. This was no ordinary fire, because it was burning black. It was Chaos Fire. used only by Chaos Demons. (in my book)
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Posted: Fri Dec 09, 2005 11:50 pm
A 2 foot tall wall of black flame shot at him. He didn't think it would be a flame he could withstand so he did what he could.
THe other 4 balls of flame flew from his hand slamming into the ground around him but with a different effect, fire. A geyser of fire shot up around him and light seemed to vanish from the world.
"you like this?"
his voice cold and echoing.
It was dark, there was no sush thing as sight her anymore, night vision was just as bad off as human vision. There was NO light whatsoever.
Slowly, quiet at first but growing voices begin to fill your head. Soon bloodcurdling screams of pain, death, loss fill your head echoing around your mind, tearing at the feeble forms of concentration you might have, clawing at your very soul.
But that's not all, tenma's cold voice echoe's through the silence
"nothing wrong I presume child?"
his voice taunting and quiet.
"those voices are people you caused to die, people that you should have protected"
it was his routine, blame them for the shrill screams he knew were in thier heads.
His voice always traveled as he moved around the man constantly, his pattern irregular and almost untrackable in this darkness.
"just don't go too far under child, you might not like it much. "
he laughed at the last word and continued to talk and move.
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Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2005 1:07 am
Korek clawed at his head. He screamed loudly from the pain. This had never happened to him before, at least not this bad. He fell to his knees, and focused as best as he could on the vision of his sword. It was masively blurred, and nearly unable to see.
Focus Korek. It's not hard. Just ignor the cries. It's not your fault. It is the military's. They killed everyone, and you were the one they were after. The clan swore a pledge to protect you, with their lives if nessisary.
Korek kept repeating this to himself. He focused on his sword again. This time, he began to charge his energy. It wasn't easy, and he had to start over several times. The sword began to blurr a little less, and he could start to see colors better with it. He sat there, focusing more and more. He was barely able to push the cries out, but was still able to do it.
As Korek had just been starting to focus, he heard the voice of a woman.
It's not your fault, Korek. He's manipulating your mind to get you to cave in and kill yourself! Or something like that. You are --
The voice was cut off as the screams pured in again. Korek had built up enough energy to do, on a scale of 1000, 801-900 damage. He was going to use this to it's max. It would only take up about 10% of 95. He stood up, and opened his eyes. He had gotten used to the darkness, for his eyes had been closed for a while. He brought his arms together, and then pulled them appart. between both of his hand a ball of fire. The ball split in half, and ignited around his hands. The fire grew, surrounding his body. Korek fell to his knee again, the fire stopped once it reached his shoulders. He couldn't focus at the moment. The screams had broekn through again. He gathered his thoughts, and focused on fire spreading around his body. This worked appearantly, and better than he hoped. The fire enveloped his entire body.
As soon as he gained a little more concentration, he stood up, and then flung his arms out. The fire wavered, and dissappeared. He closed his eyes, and a split second later, spieks of fire shot out in all directions. He hoped to hit tenma in the darkness but doubted it would work. After this, he fell to hisknees, and gripped his head again, the cries again breaking through.
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Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2005 6:16 pm
The simple fact was it didn't hit tenma. Fire may have shot in all directions yes, but it didn't hit. Tenma himself was low, so that his body was below ground level, in a hole he had made as the dark grew. He was moving, his voice was. Something like throwing his voice, but a doppleganger was involved, the doppleganger was gone, but he had done what he wanted.
Now that that fire had added some light the man would see images of the fire that had put themselves into his vision at the sudden addition of light, in essance he would be seeing phantoms, tenma could use that.
he remained as he was but the ground near him shifted and yet another doppleganger rose up walking near the origin of the flame that had flown out.
The doppleganger took 2 steps and snapped his finger, a flame came out of his finger tip, much like a whip he snapped it, swinging the flame like a rope in the direction of the man.
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Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2005 10:13 pm
As it so happened, like it did in every day in the Void (though that term may or may not be a bit off, as there did not seem to truly be any real measure of time within the Void; it was simply an infinite haze of swirling mists and elemental forces crashing against each other), the Tree of Life ripened another seed, and from it sprang the makings of conflict.
"Waaaaay~al..." Noukou Rens turned in stride as he stepped out from the dark cave that he had found himself in; though not really a cave, it was a small hollow in the side of the tree trunk, just like the millions of others exactly like it that were visible for as far as the eye could see. His arms spread to the sides as he exited through the broad opening; brushing his fingertips across the tree bark as the young minstrel stared at the cascading skyline.
"I must tell you this you mystic fates
who at once have brought me here.
You have the best and worst of tastes
though such scenery I hold dear."
As he walked along the top of the tree branch, thick as a roadway, he continued to stare at the skyline. He slipped the grey vest from his chest and slung it over one shoulder, simply enjoying his little stroll through the unknown.
"Though such a beautiful place
would heavenly more
if some company graced me
then, fates, you I'd adore."
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Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2005 10:21 pm
And lo and behold, the minstrel's prayers were answered as the fates did indeed send him some company, very bewildered company, I might add. As poor Alexiel found herself wandering out of the same hollow and onto the same branch, she was completely lost for words. Where on earth was she? One minute she had been minding her own business in her store and now, here she was, on some sort of giant tree.
"Oi... Dae, I don't think we're in Kansas anymore." She was of course talking to the raven companion that was almost always found at her side, or on her shoulder rather.
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Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2005 10:30 pm
"Oh, a prayer in a flash,
what a wonderous deed!
Though an old pot of gold
might just appear in front of me?"
The minstrel laughed, taking his vest again in hand and flipping it inside-out; so that the bright red interior of it was now on the outside. He slipped it on one arm at a time, stepping from side to side along his path in tune with the rythem of a song that only he was hearing.
Approaching Alexiel from further down the collosal tree limb, Naokou greeted the new arrival from afar.
"Greetings and salutations, my fellow and my mate,
I welcome you to empty, where I find myself as of late."
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Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2005 10:51 pm
One eyebrow rose as she examined the man closely. "Who are you and where are we?" Two simple questions she hoped he would have the answers to.
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Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2005 10:57 pm
"Naokou Rens is this fellow's name,
is it too much of me to ask you the same?"
The minstrel quirked his head to the side, slipping his thumbs beneath his belt at the back of his hips on either side. And, at that slow, steady pace, Naokou stalked on towards Alexial and her raven.
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Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2005 11:03 pm
Alex continued to watch him, her hands limp at her side, though very close to the hilts of her dirks. "My name is Alexiel Alastaire... and this stately raven is Daemon." At the mention of his name, Dae let out a croak and fluttered his wings.
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Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2005 11:13 pm
"And a lovely name it has to be
to match the lovliness of thee,
yet as we find us in this empty
I must confess, that lovliness is tempting."
* wink heart *
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Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2005 11:16 pm
"Why don't you hit on someone who actually enjoys your rhymes... before I have my bird peck your eyes out..." Was she playing hard to get, or was Alex just that cold?
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Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2005 11:26 pm
Naokou shrugged, still striding slowly towards the two of them; the distance now wasn't so great as it had been. Though with a silly grin and a remarkably contrasting cold stare, the minstrel replied.
"If these advances are unwanted...
...the rhymes will stop."
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