☸ . . . "I'm the ancient flower of nature. I'm much more than just a pretty bundle of petals . . .☸
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Current Thought: Such wasted life
Orchid was monitoring when she heard Lucian's voice. He attention turned to the man as he spoke. All she could do was shake her head as she knew that the man's hand had been forced which also means the assassin was dead. He focus on the situation changed as her forest went up in flames. Enraged she transported herself out of the throne room. {exit}
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☸. "No matter, I'll just feed you to my garden is all." . ☸
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gdoms
notchwood
project jamarr
nine1122
Posted: Mon Dec 29, 2014 7:52 pm
As Ten stared at the man who wed her and nine, the man who ruined it all for them, the man who had made it sure they didn't make it past their first year of marriage, she cringed at the sight of him. It was hard for her to stare at his face, the face that resembled young nine's, and her son. Her father in law, the man who killed her own father, the man who aided in killing their whole race next to nine.
She shook her head distastefully.
For a moment as he spoke, she stood quietly and listened, being in his presence reminded her that she was a woman, and she was the remain quiet, he gave her the same vibe she had when she lived among their people years ago, now, she doesn't wait for a man to speak, she will cut him off, talk over him, including her own husband when she feels the need too. But as she remained quiet she could think to herself. Nine was unguarded. She couldn't kill lucian, but any man in his kingdom, she could easily strangle with her bare hands. And with that being said, she left him to Eon. She knew Eon didn't have a chance, she didn't care, she had the chance to save her family and she took it. [exits]
Eon froze as he heard Lucian's voice.This was Lucian? For a moment he felt oddly relieved though it was quickly turned to dread as he realized his assassin had failed. That had caused anger to well up inside him as he had honestly believed would at the very least buy him and his men time to organize. And though he heard his mother telling him to run before she vanished, he would have headed her words had he been even a touch less confident in his abilities but as he saw it he had a chance to end Lucian here and now and that was not something he would pass up.
"So you're Lucian." he asked cautiously as he slowly made his way to his throne and grabbed his sword, Luce Bianca, from it's resting place.
"You chastise me for sending an assassins after you yet you do the same to my own high ranking subjects so I retaliated in kind." he found the man's hypocrisy to be irksome and readied his sword to battle the King of Valaria in mortal combat.
"You say you spared my land and people yet you hang a noose around our necks and slowly tighten it calling it merciful. I call it heartless. But you are just a stepping stone for when I face the man who killed my father. If I can beat you then I can surely beat him." the venom saturated his every word as he leveled a glare at his soon to be opponent. Besides if things got hairy enough he had a single ability that he could use to escape but it was a last resort.
Rye being ever oblivious to everything around him ever since Eleven had left finally glanced up from his clipboard and noticed yet another new addition in the ever grown occupants that seemed to just barge into the throne room.
"Oh my. What did I miss? Another new addition or perhaps another double agent has come along like that fine Eleven fellow?" he spoke loud enough for everyone to hear him which were now few in number. He appeared to be completely oblivious to the tension in the air as he approached Lucian and eyed him curiously before he smiled.
"Ah my mistake. You must be Lucian." he spoke with amusement in his voice as his smile grew while he adjusted his glasses. "Your men trashed a few of my experiments you know. Though I don't hold anything against you but perhaps you could tell me where I could find Eleven. We agreed to 'swap notes' on our experiments. Oh now don't give me that look!" he admonished despite the fact that he hadn't even seen Lucian's face change let alone look at him and apparently ignored the fact that this man could kill him with a simply swing of his blade.
With a bored sigh he glanced at Eon then back to Lucian and lowered his head and shook it. "Very well you two have your fun and I'll go have mine in the lab. Ta ta." he said before walking towards the exit.
Lucian stood before Eon entirely underwhelmed. Then some scientist came up to him and spoke, he spoke of Eleven coming here and telling them of his plans. Lucian figured he would put on a show so he put on a confused look at the scientist spoke. "My grandson is likely back at the mountain. I do apologize for damage done to your experiments though. Perhaps you picked the wrong side." Lucian said as the scientist moved towards the exit. When the scientist was gone Lucian looked back at Eon. "It's good to know that Eleven is still doing his job and doing it well. He did tell me he was coming here." As Lucian spoke he took steps towards Eon. Lucian was still unarmed, no sword or blade in sight. He would not need one to kill this boy.
"Before I kill you let me make one thing clear, I do not send assassins to kill people without cause. Every man I have killed leading to this moment, has died because they have committed a crime against me or threatened me. My one regret is killing that red headed woman three months ago. Since then I have seen she did not need to die." Lucian spoke calmly and took another step toward Eon. This time as he did Lucian shut down all powers within the building and spread his arms out wide. "Do you know why I have waited so long to come for you? I have been doing nothing but plotting an invasion in which I would not have to kill anyone. I have been trying to spare as many lives as possible. You force my hand. Your assassin is the only reason I am here now doing what I must do." Lucian stopped taking steps forward as he stood only a few feet from Eon. "You are the reason people who could have been spared may die. I work to create a world where there is no crime no murder, and you stand in my way. Can you truly blame me for my slight missteps when my goal is to save endless lives? You say your father was murdered, in the world I seek to build you would not have to fight him. You would still have your father because the people would know swift justice."
Eon tightened the grip on his sword as he watched Lucian advance unarmed feeling a drop of sweat bead down his face as he had felt the sudden loss of his magic abilities to enhance his speed and strength. "You would persecute the man who killed my father?" he asked skeptically as he took a step to the side to try and gain a better angle.
"I find that hard to believe since you have him in your employ. Then again I wouldn't want you to as he is my kill. Dameon will fall to my blade and mine alone." he slowly inched towards Lucian and despite the fact that his opponent was unarmed made him no less wary. But Eon was confident that his training and experience would be enough to at least survive this battle and if he got lucky perhaps emerge victorious.
As he felt the bead of sweat finally fall from his face he waited until he heard it splash against the marble floor before he flew at Lucian with his blade at his waist as he ran and swiftly brought it up try and cut Lucian down his middle and as his sword completed its arc he turned a full 360 and performed downwards slash to Lucian's back before he quickly broke off his attack and jumped away to gain some distance.
"Had you come to me and made your case before my throne he would have stood trial and if found guilty, he would have been executed. You did not come to me for aid, you chose to lead the people seeking my death." Lucian spoke, maintaining his calm tone. He began to take another step towards Eon when the young King leap forward. Lucian sidestepped the first swing and slid backwards on his feet to avoid the downwards slash. Lucian laughed slightly as Eon bounded away from him and the elder King began walking towards the boy once more. "You should have come to me, you should have sought a peaceful end to this war. But you didn't, you sent an assassin." As Lucian spoke he came within feet of Eon again. He still had not yet struck, because he was toying with the boy. "Come now, try again."
"Your 'peace' is nothing more than enslavement." he ground out as he slashed out letting on hand off the hilt as to broaden the swing before he brought it around his back where his free hand grabbed the hilt and swung the blade back around and aimed at Lucian's feet with a thrust.
"Besides the only peaceful end to this war is with your death!" he said as he once again launched at the elder king with an overhead strike intent on slicing him in two.
Lucian moved his torso back slightly to avoid the first swing and then he sidestepped to avoid the thrust aiming towards his feet. "Have you not seen Valaria? My 'peace' is strict governing, not enslavement. The people are free to live there lives under the condition that they do not commit crime and I will have you know there is less crime in Valaria than anywhere else, in any other kingdom. I know, I have checked." Lucian explained as Eon prepared to strike again. "My people sleep soundly at night knowing they will not be murdered in their beds, can you say the same?"
When Eon launched forward with his overhead strike Lucian did not dodge or evade. An overhead strike was a risk, especially at such close distance. Eon would not be able to lower his blade fast enough to would Lucian. He had telegraphed his move entirely and Lucian would act on it. The Elder king caught Eon's, wrist gripping tightly to loosen Eon's grip on his sword before attempting a swift jab to Eon's throat with a closed fist. If the jab connected and Eon lost his grip on his sword Lucian would take it and attempt to drive it through Eon's left leg.
Eon let a hand drop from the hilt of his blade to smack Lucian's hand away causing Luce Bianca to swerve to the left as he attempted to forced the blade to arc towards the rival king's side but was unable to avoid the follow up punch sending him flying into the doors of the throne room where he slid down into a kneeling position with his sword stabbed into the ground bracing his dazed body as he shakily stood. The doors behind him began to creak as they fell away from Eon having been knocked off their hinges from the force of the impact.
The rumbling thud of the doors meeting the ground did nothing to help clear his mind as he saw not one but four Lucians. He held his head as he shook it, stumbling backwards as he did so. He now fully realized just how stupid it was to try and fight this man. That single punch had nearly rendered him unconscious and he hadn't even scratched Lucian. He swayed slightly as he made his way to the wall to brace himself as he walked towards Lucian desperately clinging his sword as it dragged upon the floor as he fought his double vision.
When his punch sent the boy flying across the throne room Lucian looked at his fist. Yes he intended to disable the boy with the punch but he hadn't intended to use so much power. Lucian looked at Eon again and for a moment his face shifted from the usual calm to an almost disappointed expression. He began walking toward Eon again with both hand behind his back. "You should take pride, you've survived longer than most."
Eon stopped as he neared one of the many windows and glanced to it as he felt the glass upon his finger tips. He knew he couldn't beat Lucian now. He had been foolish to think otherwise. His only option was to retreat which was next o impossible with how outclassed he was in regards to the power gap between the two.
However he managed to stand with a proud smirk as he looked at Lucian. "Oh don't worry I am." he said with a heavy breath. "But I can see now I see that I was stupid and naive in thinking I could beat you fairly." he added quietly as he leaned against the wall still clutching his trusted sword. He could use no magic nor could did he have the needed strength or speed to land a hit of any kind let alone a debilitating one. Which meant his only option was to either surrender or retreat and neither were preferable plans.
"Tell me though. Have I lasted longer than Dameon? Or have you not fought him?" his breath was slowing down as he closed his eyes before slowly opening them to look at Lucian in the eyes.
Lucian grabbed Eon by the throat and lifted the boy into the air squeezing Eon's feeble throat. "I do not fight my men unless they betray me and I fear even then you may not have lasted longer than Dameon. However against Dameon you would have your powers." Lucian spoke in a calm tone as he slammed Eon through one of the windows. However it felt so wrong. As Lucian dangled Eon outside the window he couldn't bring himself to kill the boy like this. It was undignified. Eon hadn't put up nearly enough of a fight for it to be honorable. Lucian would gladly take his enemies life, but not his honor. Cruel and evil men stole another man's honor.
"This was how your assassin died, my hand around her throat slowly crushing the life from her." Lucian spoke as if to stall and try and convince himself it had to be done, but he knew it didn't. This boy did not have to die, Eon had lost, his land would be taken and his people would gladly live under Lucian's rule. Eon did not need to be killed. Regretfully Lucian pulled eon back into the throne room and tossed him onto the floor. "Go, run. I am not the monster you think I am. I am not the monster everyone thinks I am but no one ever seems to believe me. No one ever considers why I am doing all of this." Lucian paused and stopped blocking all of the powers in the room. "If Dameon killed your father you deserve at least a chance to face him, so go, run."
Eon rubbed his neck as he stood up. The feeling of someone else holding your life in their hands was a truly terrifying feeling. It was something he hoped he would never have to feel again but knew it was wishful thinking. However he was rendered dumbfounded when Lucian's words hit his ears. Lucian was letting him go? Why? his thoughts were cut short when he felt his powers return and briefly thought about attacking Lucian once more but aborted that idea almost instantly. Lucian would take his powers away just as fast and this time he would not be spared of that he was sure. So, with that he quickly flared his magic into a blinding light filling the whole room and once it finally dimmed Eon was gone without a trace.
When Eon had run Lucian failed to move. He just stood over the place Eon had been. Had it been a mistake? Had he been too merciful? No. He was not what people wanted him to be. He was not cruel. He could pretend to be, but he was not. He would bring peace by ending all wars and he could only do that by controlling all the land. Eon didn't have to die so that he could control the land, but Gyokuen did. Lucian knew that much. Gyokuen had to die and he knew exactly who would help him kill her. However that was a problem for the future. Lucian sent a mental warning to Dameon "Eon is coming for you, be prepared, but not afraid. He isn't much of a threat." With that message sent Lucian walked over to the Zaibatsu throne and placed his hand on the armrest. The entire room began to shake and rumble until it happened. within seconds the throne tore itself apart and fell into rubble. Then Lucian turned and walked from the throne room to the field of battle.
Beg for mercy, I'll leave you alone..just without one eye. The blood flowing is gorgeous Haha!! Come on! Give me all of your pain! Is that all? Hehe...let me give an award. Farewell.
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Stage: Normal Enlightenment: No
Project Jamarr
Don't waste my time Hmph
Zaibtsu Throne Room, merely pieces of rubble. Only a multicolored heap where Sword now stands upon. With a stern face, he knelt down, and rubbed the rubble. "This throne defaced like I dreamed of before." He spoke not in anger instead oblique amusement, standing up to comprehend. Had the Zaibatsu been deflowered before? No. He did enjoy seeing the reminscence of how he was befor with the insane part of him, but this area. It's for any kingdom with insecurity. Everyone or anyone knew about this. "So my hands work some magic again." A nonchalant sound and voice from his lips. Putting his palms together, Sword formed the Throne Room back into renascence. The room looked completely brand new. He walked up to the throne and sat upon it, damn someone's thoughts. Next, Sword slammed his hand upon the arm. Hiroshi's figure appeared behind him, away from the public eye, solely staring onward to the wall with an austere expression. Just a statue, nothing more nothing less, though Lucian's statues prompt memory. The old man is free, somewhere in some world, but he did have significance in Sword's life, a king's experience. Both had the same history of rule as kings. "If you were here, we'd mentor. Oh well...like all kingdoms... Samsara"
As Ten stared at the man who wed her and nine, the man who ruined it all for them, the man who had made it sure they didn't make it past their first year of marriage, she cringed at the sight of him. It was hard for her to stare at his face, the face that resembled young nine's, and her son. Her father in law, the man who killed her own father, the man who aided in killing their whole race next to nine.
