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Dangerous Conversationalist
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 Posted: Wed Oct 13, 2004 9:55 pm
For her part, Morrina was busy following her new leader. She still had this thing going off in the back of her head though. Something wasn't right but she had no clue what. Anyway, she was just playing magic sniper, so it wasn't like she was that important.
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He could feel it..the summoning was beginning. He opens one hand..and smiles..as it starts to rain. Ah, the rain always brought cleansing. But as he gazes up above, the lightning arcs across the sky. So the storm had come..but was this what he really wanted? Alger paused for a moment. He weighed the possibilities in the palm of his hand and realized that no matter what, the outcome would be the same. Closing his eyes, he raises the cupped hand..a faint purple and black aura around it. It was almost time to reveal what he had wrought so early in this battle. He'd laid the groundwork for his victory in just one motion..and it was almost time..
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Posted: Wed Oct 13, 2004 10:18 pm
The grenade came to a hault just before the kneeling woman, and there was a flash, yet, she was not there for the explosion. There was a soft sparkling glow, it lasted for a moment, hovering, before it sailed off into the water. It was almost as if she'd run from battle, and for several moments, the city was perfectly still.
Silence though, however golden it may be, is not meant to last. The rumble is soft, as is the pulse, that eminates from the sea, as the sphere of light that was the body of Kisa drops into the water like a tear. From that drop, there is a soft ripple. From that ripple, there is a second. And from that ripple, there is yet another. It is almost as if the world stands still for this tense moment, as the rain from above begins to stir the water within the sea just off Balamb's coast.
Where one might call it a summon, others would call it a foreshadow of death, and indeed, that is what it seems to be, as the trembling of the ground increases, the entire island beginning to shudder in protest, the rumble becoming a roar as the peak of a tower starts to rise upwards from within the ocean. Water trails in rivers down towers, and through streets, as the shape of what rises becomes more clear. It is not merely a guardian force. This, was more a force of nature. The radiance from the being grew, as it, a castle, rose from the black depths of the ocean, coming to tower steadily above Balamb, raising higher still, until it floated upon the water.
It was a monster, a monument to all things great, and also to all things holy. There was a rush of wind that spread across the island, as the wings of the massive Guardian Force begin to spread its wings open, first one set, then the second, and finally, the third, whatever moonlight had been lighting Balamb suddenly gone, blocked by the form of this great creature. The entire island seemed small in comparison, and the shadow it cast was long indeed.
There was a soft pinprick of light before the massive form of Alexander, before it began to grow. It was quiet, and then a steady thrum filled the air, as the sphere started to expand, growing larger as the seconds ticked by. There was a soft pulse from the sphere before it, as the sphere suddenly splintered, and shot off through the air. The target, originally, was not clear, but as the form of the woman in white became distantly visible upon one of the higher towers, the black of her clothing visible against the white wing of the massive Guardian Force, eyes narrowed, and the steadly flight of the arrows became apparent, as they shot down, sailing over the water, and then through the streets, headed for the location of the Fragger.
The sound of them was a scream through the air, as they snapped through buildings, and people, touching, yet not touching any of them. They had a different target in mind. He had transgressed against her, wounded, her, and now? The time for Holy Judgement, had come.
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Posted: Wed Oct 13, 2004 10:22 pm
That's....a whole lotta white. Then again, all things considered, he'll be seeing a lot more white within the next five minutes. He watches in odd curiousity as the beam-type attacks pass through everything and everyone. He knows what they're going to make ******** bits of nothing out of.
Resigning himself to his fate, he shakes his head slowly, then crosses himself, Desert Eagles still in hand. Hyne forgive me. I'm so ********>
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Posted: Wed Oct 13, 2004 10:27 pm
His hand was gripped tightly around the hilt of the blade, and there was murder in his eyes. He'd fallen a step or two behind, and there wasn't much of a sound as the man launched himself forward. He'd have to take care of Rinoa last.
'Sorceress b***h! I won't let your kind ruin everything!', the blade in his hands was aimed for Morrina's back, and he was moving quickly. Death. He wanted blood. He wanted to save the SeeD. He wanted to save the world. And in his own mind, he was doing the right thing.
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The man was in sight. He could see him, but be damned if Hiro could weave his way through the sea of fighting bodies infront of him. He'd passed Ubel briefly, but the man had seemed to pay him no notice. Perhaps it had been because of their former similarities, they tended to avoid one another now. No, their fight would come later. He wanted Alger's head on a platter.
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Dangerous Conversationalist
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Posted: Wed Oct 13, 2004 10:51 pm
Maybe she'd have embraced death...she just closes her eyes. She doesn't move..she doesn't say a word..perhaps the solace of the end is what she wants most. So this is it huh..? It's different than what she though. Well, that's how she'd feel anyway. But that surge again..she can feel something..and the choker around her neck sparkles..she blinks, only once, and then there's this feeling of..peace...
before the white light goes off about an inch from her face. Nida probably wouldn't understand it. It's like everything seems to stand still..all is frozen in the alley for a moment. The source? An unknown being. A humanoid standing in a cloak, face shrouded, with one gloved hand upraised. All Morrina can do is blink as the being turns its shrouded head and murmers..
"...you have to trust in your own power..you can't do this alone..death is not meant for you right now..wake up!"
And all Morrina sees is white lights in front of her face..before she shakes her head..just in time for everything to resume moving, and for her to spin around and draw her gunsword..to meet Nida's charge..her voice echoing across the town..
"Hiro! Chris! I need your help!"
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And as Alger stands ready to face his opponent..his eyes just open wide as he whispers..the spell forgotten for the moment..his voice heard by him alone..
"He's here..! Impossible...it's too early!"
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Posted: Wed Oct 13, 2004 10:57 pm
She realized it as well, what this was doing, what it could do. There was silence in Chris' head, the Guardian Force locked in her own thoughts.
::Its happening again..::
biggrin on't let them.:
::It can't happen..::
:Some day.:
::It..::
:Ele'sear:
::Can't..::
:Fight!:
"No!"
There was something that sounded like a loud roar as she pulled herself forward, standing infront of Chris as the white assault slammed into her armor clad body. Both arms were spread out to the side, and the brilliance of her silver aura was risen up around her. She was attempting to fight a force of nature, and slowly, she was losing that battle. Her feet were planted firmly on the pavement, and her head turned, eyes narrowing against the light.
She'd lost them, and there was no way she could lose Chris as well. The power surging through, and against her body seemed to grow stronger, the longer she attempted to fight it. She couldn't stop it. She couldn't force it away. The images were bright infront of her face, like they'd happened yesterday. She had to fight. She couldn't afford to lose this.
"What.. are you standing around for.. you moron.. Run!"
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Posted: Wed Oct 13, 2004 11:05 pm
He blinks, not quite fathoming what he's seeing before him. That's always been his problem. Always takes him a couple minutes to process things. It's a wonder he hasn't blown himself to smithereens in his career.
It takes a second repition of her order to get the hell out of dodge for him to comprehend, and he pushes himself back, ducking into the weapon shop. He pauses at the doorway, looking back at her, fighting against what she can't hope to beat.
El...
Shaking his head, he turns and runs, moving through the shop and out into the back alley. He knows what's going to happen next, and doesn't want to be there when it happens...
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Posted: Wed Oct 13, 2004 11:17 pm
Her fight is a valliant, yet also a futile one, as she strains against the pulsing white missiles striking against her body, and slowly, she starts to slide backwards, gritting her teeth as she tries to brace against them, when they attempt to blow her out of the way.
'I.. won't.. let.. you!'
There's an eruption then, of her inner energy, as the missiles begin to dissapate themselves against her, trying to call up more power, her voice raising into a yell, and then steadily into a pained scream, before its like a shattering, as the last one finally ruptures against her body, and she splinters into a million little particles of light, the heaviness of her unconscious mind in Chris's own, but the attack from the Guardian Force Alexander faded, as the guardian force in the ocean fades, and Kisa, along with it. Ele'sear had sacrificed herself for the greater good. For now.
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He was inches away from the man. Mere inches. Dammit! One hand raised, as Hiro stared at Alger. He'd heard Morrina's cry, and he couldn't ignore it. He'd been too late once. He wouldn't do it again. Blue eyes narrowed at the man's face, and he snarled. So close. So ******** close.
He didn't even hesitate then, having made his decision, he was vaulting through the people, his speed coming in handy as he seemed almost like a Demon moving through the streets in a blur. His blade coming into his hand as he went. Whatever had gotten her, he was going to slaughter slowly. No one touched his Sorceress.
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Nida crashed forward, as his blade struck against her gun sword, he was snarling, and there was hatred in his eyes that hadn't been there moments ago. Perhaps her warning bells hadn't been off track. But there was no time to think about that now, as he attempting to force her blade out of her hand with a sharp thrust forward. He would kill her, he had to succeed.
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Dangerous Conversationalist
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Posted: Wed Oct 13, 2004 11:21 pm
Well, it's a Gun SWORD, not a gunblade. Huge difference. She parries the thrust, and shifts to the side, falling into her old fencing stance. She doesn't know how far technique will go against that thing in his hand..she can feel the evil coming off of it even now. What was that thing..it was unnatural. It was like the eyes in the crossbar on the creature's face were glowing. .but then again, even though she didn't realize it, she was beginning to glow too...faintly for now, but with a deep aura that was seeping into her being..something forgotten since her childhood. Still, she was getting dizzy as she stayed near that thing. She wouldn't be able to fight him off for long..not as long as he held that sword..
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Posted: Wed Oct 13, 2004 11:44 pm
He stumbles in midstride, pitching forward to land on one knee, his left hand pressed against the pavement, his voice coming in ragged breaths.
"She...lost..."
Never before has he seen his guardian lose a battle. She's never even come close to being threatened. Tightly shutting his eyes, he slowly places his forehead against the cold concrete.
"It was my fault. God ******** DAMMIT, it was my fault! If only I'd have shot sooner, shot faster, shot more accurately. ******** HELL!"
He'd like nothing more than to just wither and die right where he is. Maybe then, she wouldn't be forced to have to save the a** of a loser whenever he ******** everything up.
Numbly, he feels the Desert Eagles still in his hands. Cracking one eye to glance along the barrel, he notices the word "JUSTICE" enscribed upon the weapon in his hand. Fitting.
Slowly, rigidly, he gets the weapon turned, the barrel of the weapon pointed up under his chin. Sighing, he closes his eyes, but doesn't apply any pressure to the trigger. One-quarter inch of pressure. That's all it would take, and Ele'sear would be free of being the guardian of a worthless idiot. But he can't even bring himself to do that...
"Chris! Are you okay?"
Letting the Desert Eagle loll against the ground, he turns his head slightly to see Rinoa kneeling beside him, carefully looking him over. Her expression is worried, yet it also seems as though she's concentrating on something.
"You...your Guardian Force is unconscious. Here, let me help you."
Closing her eyes, she clasps her hands together and a shimmering, white glow surrounds her body. After a few moments, the glow fades and Rinoa opens her eyes, smiling warmly.
"There. Your GF is odd. She was already beginning to heal herself."
"Yeah, that's El for ya..."
"That...hurt. A lot. Never say I don't take care of you."
"Gaddammit El, don't worry me like that again." crying
Sitting up, he looks up at Rinoa. You wanted me?
The raven-haired sorceress nodded, and motioned off toward the train station. Someone was calling for you to help.
"Morrina!"
He nods, and picks up his Desert Eagles.
Let's go, Rin.
She nods, and they start running toward the train station.
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Grinning wickedly, Nida presses his advantage, initiating a wide horizontal swing, a powerful one at that, in an attempt to dislodge the sword from her hands and render her defenseless. With that done, taking her would be a simple matter. Thought you could hide, did you? It's not that easy, when you ask the right questions!
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Dangerous Conversationalist
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Posted: Wed Oct 13, 2004 11:50 pm
She hisses, shifting again, but losing her sword this time..stepping back two steps..her eyes narrowing as they begin to crackle with energy she hasn't felt in..a long time. Since her childhood in fact..
"Hide what? Nobody asked about my past. Nobody gave a damn. Nobody gives a damn now. My powers are locked away..Galbadia made me into a normal person..they took away my legacy, my soul..they tortured me, abused me, made me into their monster..what would you know about any of that..you're just like all the others..you don't see me..you just see a devil..well if you want a devil..if you're going to kill me..at least I'll show you the meaning of pain.."
She swings her hand, the sword flying back to it, and she fires the blade off to the side, and clicks the hammer back under the crossbar..the open handle at the top of the crossbar taking on a faint glow...the trigger, one half of said crossbar, clicks into place, shifting..
"I don't know if just this one shot can kill you..but..I won't say I just gave up.."
She watches him..maybe he'd back off if faced with her minigun's bullet of energy..she doesn't even know if she can shoot straight..she's shaking..but she'll at least blow him back if he advances..she hates being in a corner..it reminds her too much of..the past.
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Posted: Thu Oct 14, 2004 12:00 am
Eying the magical properties of the weapon, he grins again and rushes forward, holding the sword in front of himself as though it would ward off any magical effects of the weapon, should she fire it. Once he gets close enough, he'd swing the sword out, make another swing to disarm her, and then follow through to drive her back against the wall and use the sword as a sort of dampening field of sorts to prevent her from using her powers.
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Posted: Thu Oct 14, 2004 12:03 am
He was a short distance off when he'd heard her voice. 'Morrina...', he grunted, as he slid over the hood of a car, feet hitting the pavement hard as he started in the direction he'd heard her in. The rain over head had pulled his blonde hair down into his face, and rivulets of water streamed down over narrowed blue eyes.
By the time he gets there, Nida is making his charge, and he's flying, well, not literally, but there is a reason its considered God Speed, as the flash of sparks resonates blue in the air, and his blade is holding Nida's up, raw fury in his blue eyes.
"How dare you..."
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Posted: Thu Oct 14, 2004 12:06 am
And of course she has no time to even react other than to jump back as the two start to fight...she places herself against the back wall of the alley..and the pulse around her seems to become almost painful..she holds her hands to either side of her head as if she's developing a rather painful headache..but it's more than that..maybe that female guardian force would understand..but there's a large well of force suddenly growing in the girl..and like a geyser, eventually the pressure has to release and it all has to go somewhere..but when it does..what will happen..and who will get the resulting steaming hot cup of pwnage to go?
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Dangerous Conversationalist
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Posted: Thu Oct 14, 2004 12:19 am
(onoz i r pwnt!) Nida's quick to disengage the contact, jumping back away from the more experienced swordsman. The man can beat him in this fight and he knows it. Turning, he starts running down the street in the opposite direction.
And he's only to find Chris and Rinoa blocking his path, the former with Desert Eagles gripped in hands with his arms crossed, shaking his head ruefully, the latter having cold blue mists swirling around her hands. It's only so obvious that she has a spell on hand. Literally.
(ya u r pwnt)
Seemingly out of nowhere, a Galbadian grunt appears at the mouth of the only alley on the street and waves frantically to get Nida's attention.
Hey, you! Over here! You can get out through this-
The man's words are cut off mid-sentence as a sickle smashes through the back of his head, splintering the bottom of his helmet and coming out through his upper jaw before curving back to drive the point through one of the sensors in the helmet. Blood spurts out from the man's mouth before the sound of a chain being jerked is heard, and the corpse is dragged back into the darkness of the alleyway.
At the mouth of the alley, a shifting pool of energy reveals that the 'darkness' had been nothing more than a black vortex, through which the form of a fullplate-clad woman begins to seep, as though she were syrup draining out of a pitcher. After fully emerging from the vortex, her body bends forward as she comes to rest on one knee, her head angled toward the ground, her right hand holding the bloody-bladed sickle, her other hand holding the loop of chain.
She lifts her head up, staring toward Nida, a flash of anger flickering in her stormy grey eyes as she stands up to her full height, holding herself in a stance from which she can readily attack, defend, or use one of her overdrives. (preepar 2 f** antz)
Swallowing heavily, Nida realizes the extent of his predicament. Pissed-off swordsman and sorceress on one side, the Mad Fragger and another sorceress on another, and a pissed-off GF blocking the only other exit from the current area. He's so boned. (ofuk i r pwnt ;[ wink
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