(( Sorry for my absence, I have little access to my internet. It would seem I missed... some eventful stuff. ))
Posted: Wed Mar 05, 2014 11:07 pm
DervinGoldheart Class: Weaponsmaster | Bloodline: Draconian | Title: King | Rank: Adept | Str/Spd: 12/5 | Nation: Yuran | Energy: 900/900 | Clothes: like the pic plus Crown
Devrin grumbled as Kirin tucked tail and ran. He sheathed his Greatsword and slung his shield. He waved a hand and dismissed the warriors. He heard a woman's voice come from behind him. He turned to see beautiful blonde woman "yeah I am sorry for that, I lost my head a little" he said with a small twitch of the eye. He was going to start acting more the part than he has been this was a militaristic nation he needed to start treating this like a military. He turned his focus back to Cassandra "anyway, I don't believe we have met, it is obvious that you should know who I am" he said to her.
-Learned: -Used: -Equipment:
Dragonbone Longsword Dragonbone Greatsword Stainless Steel Katana Stainless Steel Shield [Outer Coating] Stainless Steel Throwing-knives [20/20] Chakrams Yin and Yang
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When the man turned to her, Cassandra turned her attention to the man once more. To say that the man lost his head a little was an understatement. Even under stress, it was important to stay level headed or find yourself beheaded. The very fact thatg this man automatically assumed everyone knew who he was wasn't a good trait either. Being king didn't make you famous. In an autonomy, being famous for being strong was what made you king. "...Right. My name is Cassandra, a Nephilim Cleric. Not sure if you know this, but that guy just strolled into your city. Our defense is something of a joke and having that Tiranus guy build a wall won't help. Acting cocky doesn't help either. Kings rise and fall due to over confidence, and I'd rather not see that happen to you so soon."
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Posted: Mon Apr 07, 2014 3:02 pm
DervinGoldheart Class: Weaponsmaster | Bloodline: Draconian | Title: King | Rank: Adept | Str/Spd: 12/5 | Nation: Yuran | Energy: 900/900 | Clothes: like the pic plus Crown
Devrin sighed and laxed his shoulders. She was right, he needed to set in new policies "I apologize, I figured that atleast word of who I was would have reached your ears" he said to her "I have things to tend to so I am going to take my leave." He turned and walked over to the new Gunslinger "state your name and rank soldier" he said to him.
-Learned: -Used: -Equipment:
Dragonbone Longsword Dragonbone Greatsword Stainless Steel Katana Stainless Steel Shield [Outer Coating] Stainless Steel Throwing-knives [20/20] Chakrams Yin and Yang
A small whisper of the winds blew by Devrin, oxygen was deprived from him for a small moment to get his attention as a small sylph sprite warrior appeared before him. She seemed wounded and very hurt as two other sylph sprites appeared beside her. "Sorry to bother you your highness, but we need your help! Some big meanie is terrorizing our friends' home at Volcano Alley! Please help us and our friends!" She told Devrin as the ground shook, an explosion being heard in the distance as she looked at the direction, fearful of her life. Due to their size, only Devrin would be capable of hearing them and their quiet shouts.
Posted: Wed Apr 23, 2014 7:27 pm
DervinGoldheart Class: Weaponsmaster | Bloodline: Draconian | Title: King | Rank: Adept | Str/Spd: 12/5 | Nation: Yuran | Energy: 890/900 | Clothes: like the pic plus Crown
Devrin got worried slightly as he was deprived of air. A small humanoid appeared before him. It was badly injured Devrin reached up his palm open and up. He gently brought it up to let the thing rest in his hand. He watched as two more appeared, as they informed him that there was trouble an explosion took his attention "worry not I will not allow this to go on" he said to them. Were the orcs causing troubles again? he wondered. He needed to gather one of his Royal guards and grab a few supplies though. First though he summoned up his energy and cast a healing spell on the little Sprite.
-Learned: -Used: Chi Sense (Passive), Minor Heal (Heals gashes and bruises, not broken bones) -Equipment:
Dragonbone Longsword Dragonbone Greatsword Stainless Steel Katana Stainless Steel Shield [Outer Coating] Stainless Steel Throwing-knives [20/20] Chakrams Yin and Yang
The healing felt nice as the warrior sylph floated up after the healing seeing the royal guard beside him. "I can guard you, but I can't fight with you so you'll have to do most of the battles with your friend." She told Devrin as her friends moved out of the king's hands to one of the provided pillows to rest. "Shall we depart your highness?" The warrior sylph asked, a bit tiredly as she was taking in the healing.
Posted: Thu Apr 24, 2014 5:59 pm
DervinGoldheart Class: Weaponsmaster | Bloodline: Draconian | Title: King | Rank: Adept | Str/Spd: 12/5 | Nation: Yuran | Energy: 895/900 | Clothes: like the pic plus Crown
Devrin looked to the Royal Guard beside him. He was a Reaper given by his gauntlet. He was laden with guns, guessing hew as a gunslinger too. Some ranged support would do wonders for him "I have supplies to grab but that will take bearly five minutes" he said and looked to the Guard "you take a horse and go ahead, I can just fly down there" he instructed him. The guard nodded and headed off. Devrin placed the Sylph on his shoulder and left the area.
-Exit-
-Learned: -Used: Chi Sense (Passive) -Equipment:
Dragonbone Longsword Dragonbone Greatsword Stainless Steel Katana Stainless Steel Shield [Outer Coating] Stainless Steel Throwing-knives [20/20] Chakrams Yin and Yang
Auriel had awoken earlier than her sisters today and decided to enjoy the morning. That notion had died very swiftly when this nephilim had come around a street corner and heard raised voices. One glance at the street she was on and Auriel already knew what the issue was. Vangelists. Yuran was a fairly neutral city when it came to religious factions, Vangelism leading sligthly from the others. An exasperated sigh left her supple lips. Against her better judgment Auriel decided to enter the throng of onlookers and see what the deal was. There was a man on a box aggressively preaching the word of Michael and his agents. "Feel the love of Solonor! Pray to her for healing and a good season! Find inspiration and adventure in Daniel! Fight alongside Solonor, punish the wicked with the grace of Elessia!" There was a murmur throughout the crowd and Auriel caught what was being said. Nutjob. Her lips pressed into a thin line as her patience wore thing. People in Yuran often perceived Vangelists as wild zealots. They saw them as extremists and often shunned them. This man, while preaching of Michael and his holy justice was going about it the wrong way. Faces turned away and mouths spit as if they were spitting on Michael himself. Before Auriel could react a rock sailed through the air and knocked the man from the podium. The girl cut through the crowd like a knife, roughly shoving those who did not step aside. "Enough! You shall know your own judgment, in your own time." Auriel called out, searching the crowd for the assailant. All she saw were agitated eyes staring back out to her. She shielded the man with her own body, standing tall and proud with a stern and heady look. Anyone who met her eyes had to deal with her challenging look, and few could stand the gaze of a nephilim. Once the crowd began to disperse Auriel turned and knelt at the man's side, reaching for him to help steady him. He turned his eyes onto her and smiled through the blood pouring down from the wound upon his brow. "Thank you, sweet girl! Michael as truly blessed me today!" Auriel offered a bright smile back, her golden eyes shining in the morning sun. "Yes, yes he has." She placed her hand upon the man's wound and closed her eyes, channeling her golden energy through her body. It wrapped about her hand and in a bright light began to work its magic. Once her hand was removed the wound was gone. After that Auriel wanted to blow off steam in a productive manner. She headed to the training grounds and began to go through the motions of stretching her body out. While she did so she let her mind wander. It found its way into her memories; flashbacks of the training she had undergone with her sisters and father.
Samael led the three sisters into a large room without a roof. All along the walls were weapon sets and armos of every kind imaginable. The sisters had eagerly scampered out and chosen weapons to their liking except for Auriel. While Aurelia chose a sword and shield and Abigail her guns, Auriel had hesitated. She furrowed her eyebrows and cast her gaze to the tools before her. They were all meant for killing, maiming, destruction. None of these paths suited her in the slighest. Her father placed a hand on her shoulder and softly spoke. "What is it that holds you back, child?" Samael's voice was deep and smooth like a calm ocean, relaxing and reaffirming at the same time. Auriel looked up at her father with a pensive look on her face. She chose her words carefully before speaking. "I do not wish to wield a blade, nor shoot a gun or even a bow. I want to be like Solonor and help people live." A faint smile touched her father's warm face and he nodded his head at his daughter. For just a moment he left Auriel alone, though when he returned he came back with two gifts. One was a staff nearly twice her size, an angel with great silver wings mounted atop it. The other was a book of spells, spells meant for healing.
The days following that were rigorous. Her sisters were taught in their respective arts and Auriel was in her own. One of the first things she had learned to do was a simple healing spell. Aurelia had received a blow from a blade, a cut about five inches long on her waist. Immediately Auriel know what to do. She rushed over and held both hands, skin touching skin. Her sister had protested at first, proclaiming she would be fine and did not need her help. Samael had hushed her and watched patiently as a golden aura began to glow around Auriel's hands. As she removed them the skin was absolutely perfect just as it was before the blade met it. From that point on it was Auriel's job to care for her sisters' wounds. One day Abigail had mistakenly place a gun against her bare leg after firing it continuously. Her surprised shout caught Auriel's attention and brought her to see what had been the cause. The burn had stumped the girl for but a moment, and then she recalled a spell just for that. In no time at all her sibling's leg was set right and she was fine.
One day Samael took the girls into the city to show them the world. That day had been both wondrous and terrible. With virgin eyes the girls watched and observed many people and beings. They saw the glory of Vangelism, the evils of Vaet Nocturnum, and even the hatred of mortals. Her father's eyes narrowed as he witnessed an atrocity. A woman, too beauteous to be human, wsa enticing a man from the shadows. The man was absolutely smitten; his eyes glazed over as he stumbled over to her. This was a seduction. Even from where Auriel was standing she knew what the woman was; a succubus. They were desire demon spawn and they thrived off of sexual energy. Chances were she would not only take that man, but his life as well. Samael reached for his blade and told his daughters to wait for him to return. He crossed the street and cut in between the two, grabbing the succubus by her neck and dragging her into the night. Auriel herself went to the man afflicted and touched him on the arm, ridding him of the lingering affect the succubus had left on him.
Samael, being an angel, could not always be with his daughters. But when he was the daughters loved to show how far they had come. Abigail and Aurelia insisted on battling one another to showcase their talents. Before the battle Auriel went to each and kissed them lightly upon the cheek. Her father smiled at her, knowing her blessing had been given. With newfound strength and speed her sisters battled. The sounds of guns singing and swords clanking against armor rang out across the field. Under her breath Auriel began to chant a hymn of sorts as she watched. Her father's watchful gaze missed nothing, not a stroke of Aurelia's sword nor a firing of Abigail's gun. For every wound inflicted they were almost instantly healed. Auriel saw to that. When Aurelia's attack missed its mark and Abigail raised her gun to shoot directly at her the bullet instead met a nigh on transparent barrier, ringed with gold. It fell to the floor instead of shoothing through Aurelia. When Abigail was knocked back with the bash of a shield Auriel dampened the fall by having Abigail's weight equal that of a feather. Her sister made a wonderful recovery, what with nephilim being very acrobatic. When Aurelia began to make her way towards Auriel she expertly created two portals, one where her sister was coming towards and one in another area of the field. When the girl stepped in it she was transported but did not falter at all. It was only when Auriel decided to create a miniature sun so bright it caught the attention fo both her sisters.
Auriel smiled to herself at the memory as she adjusted her armor. Even now, years later they were just as close. Auriel and Aurelia argued as much as ever and Abigail was their voice of reason. Yet their bond had remained untainted, unbroken.
Posted: Thu May 22, 2014 4:14 pm
Auriel had always known she had been a Nephilim. A few times a year their father, Samael, would visit them for a time. It was through him that they discovered their true nature. From the time that they could comprehend that nature they began to learn just what Nephilim can do. Whenever their father would visit the girls would learn a new skill. One of the very first things Auriel had learn was praying. Samael sat with his daughter, Auriel, in the warm morning sun on a balcony. He turned his head up to the sky and closed his eyes, letting the air lightly ruffle his hair and wings. "Michael and his servants are always with you, Auriel. In your times of distress all you need do is raise your eyes to the sky and pray for their blessing." Auriel watched her father speak and looked at the feathers on his wings. He truly was a creature of grace and beauty. The thought that angels were watching her had Auriel feeling heartened and warm. She closed her eyes and did just as her father did, giving a silent prayer to their Lord Michael for his blessings. A light shone around her, a golden aura enveloped her. Auriel raised her hands and felt that energy enter her body. "You may use this energy in anyway you wish, Auriel. Manifest it now, shine as bright as the heavens!" Samael said, extending his hand to his daughter as he waited for her to act. Auriel rose to her feet and reached a hand into the air, opening her fingers and letting her energy shoot out of her body. A light began to shine softly and then it instantly burned ever brighter. Auriel knew not to look directly at the light for too long, else her eyes would feel that burn.
Entering the city was always something the sisters had done together. Today was different. Auriel was alone in her task, a rite of passage of sorts. She calmed herself and thought on what her father had told her. "You have this power inside of you, Auriel. Walk with the angels, and the wicked shall know." The girl confidently raised her head and let her energy wrap around her body. Auriel's face changed to a completely stoic expression and she stood up straight before walking through the crowd. At first the impact was barely noticeable. A few people moved out of her way in passing without a second glance. But the more she concentrated the heavier the effect was. People turned their eyes away in fear and awe, others completely circumvented her so as to avoid even getting close. Only a few dared to meet her gaze, and those who did immediately turned away. Auriel could not help but smile.
The sisters were not new to hunts. When Samael had deemed them ready the girls went out and began their first hunt. A vampire of course, a single fledgling at the level of the sisters. The problem was their was three of them and only one of it. With their unbreakable bonds ansd added blessings from Auriel the vampire stood no chance. The sisters cornered the beast and without hesitation initiated the battle. As Aurelia raised her shield and Abigail readied her guns, Auriel began to sing. Her voice was as clear as a crystal and could easily be heard by everyone around. The vampire turned its gaze to her in a moment of wonder before grimacing in duress. The psalm she sang was so beautiful and laced with energy, it froze the Vampire in place. Abigail shot the creature directly in the forehead and Aurelia lopped its head off in one clean strike. At the same time the sisters were wrapped in their golden energies and then wings sprouted from their backs. Aurelia took off first, pushing off the ground with her strong legs. Abigail followed suit, flapping her wings thrice to gain altitude. Auriel took a running start and did the same, returning home together.
Strength: 6 | Speed: 9 (+5 When Dodging) Ammunition: 90/90 | Energy : 350/350 ⬲⚍⚍⚍⚍⚍⚍⚍x⚎⚎⚎⚎⚎⚎⚎ † ⚎⚎⚎⚎⚎⚎⚎x⚍⚍⚍⚍⚍⚍⚍⟴
xxxxxxxAbigail was up a bit later than usual today. Her and Auriel were usually the early birds wile Auriela preferred to sleep a bit later, but she found herself more exhausted than usual after staying up to read a bit longer last night. Whenever she found herself in a good book it was likely she'd do nothing else until she finished it. But since she had already she figured a day out would do her some good. After making her way down the cliff-side to the place she usually used for target practice she sat down for a while. Whenever she looked up on a bright day like this it always reminded her of her childhood. The ever present sunlight and warmth. She closed her eyes as she reminisced of days with her father and sisters.
"You need to be aware of everything around you. Feel it." Samael said to his daughters. "Violence isn't the only way. Sometimes there are other means to protect yourself." Abigail heard what he said but it didn't mean she understood it. Abby was always one who learned more from explanation but sometimes even she needed an example. All she needed to do was expand her energy. It sounded extremely simple. She could feel the energy throughout her body. She felt as if it was right within her grasp and would bend to her will. Actually making it do so was another thing entirely though. No matter how hard she tried she just couldn't make it happen like her father said. Seeing his daughter's struggle Samael regarded her softly. "Would you like to know a trick Abigail?" he said to her. Abby nodded at her father's question and waited for him to continue. "It helps if you think about something that gives you strength." he told her with a kind smile. With that in mind Abby focused once more. Something that gave her strength. That was easy. Her sisters always made her feel like she could do anything. As long as she had them, Abby knew she'd be able to accomplish whatever she set out to. As she thought this she felt the energy come forth and expand around her. Her father smiled at her and said "Well done Abigail." She felt happy to hear his praise. (Superior Presence: Rank D)
Abby opened her eyes and smiled to herself. She always felt the same pride that accompanied that memory whenever she thought about it. Feeling motivated, she drew her pistols and did what she came out here to do. Some target practice. Stepping into her usual spot, Abby leveled her gun and focused on the many cans a a few feet away from her. It was time to test out a little trick she read about. By using a small amount of energy to cushion the bullet, she aimed at the can that was the farthest back from the others and fired. She repeated this and shot at all of the cans in the back row. After she felt satisfied she holstered her gun and went to check on her handiwork. 2 of the cans had holes in them. But what let her know she succeeded was the other 5 that were just dented. That meant she successfully cushioned the bullet with her own energy. (Soften: Rank E)
Abby was ecstatic that she'd had gotten the technique down on her first try. She was ready to try some flashy stuff. Pulling out Judgement, her revolver she tossed it as high as she could into the air, and as it began to spin she drew her pistols, Hubris and Humility. She took 2 shots at the cans in the 4th row. Before repeating the tossing process with her Red pistol Humility. The sound of aluminum hitting the ground was like music to her ears right now. Narrowly catching Judgement as it fell she quickly righted its position in her hand after settling it in her grip backwards. One swift twirl of the revolver and she was ready to go. After firing 2 more shots with the silver gun she holstered it before catching her Hubris and firing off 4 more shots. The cans hit the ground with soft thunks as she twirled her guns on her index finger smiling. As the character of one her favorite books would say, Abigail was definitely feeling herself after that display. (Gun toss: Rank D)
Equipment: - Judgment (Revolver) - Hubris x Humility (Automatic Pistols) [Approved] ↪Purification: For 25 energy, Abigail can fire a bolt of holy energy that inflicts the same amount of damage as a normal bullet. A Nephilim hit with this will feel revitalized and any minor wounds will cease. A human hit with this will become numb at the point of impact but will be fine otherwise. Any other sort of creature will have the area hit become paralyzed for 1 post. ↪Warp: By paying 5 energy Abigail can summon Hubris x Humility back to her should they ever be taken or knocked away. ↪Sanctity: Creatures of the dark that are stricken by these burn until contact is loss. The longer contact is made. The worse the burn.
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Posted: Fri May 23, 2014 10:57 am
The sound of bullets ringing out brought Auriel out of her momentary trance. She opened her eyes and unfolded her legs, pushing herself to a standing position. It took but a moment for her to spot her sister for it was similar to looking into a mirror. Each of the Samael triplets sported hair a deep shade of red that caused them to stick out considerably. On top of them constantly wearing armor, they were all rather tall for women. Auriel bent her knees and pushed off of the ground, covering the distance between her sister with only three strides. The nephilim landed as lithely as a cat, barely stirring up a cloud of dust. "Abigail! I was wondering when you were finally going to awaken." Auriel leaned forward and kissed her sister lightly on the cheek, a usual greeting for her. Auriel had always been the compassionate one. Only Aurelia had ever objected to those receptions, not that Auriel tended to listen to her. They always seemed to be on opposite sides of matters, but that did not put a strain on the love Auriel had for her sister.
Auriel turned and examined the cans Abigail had been using as targets. She smirked and quipped a comment to her sister. "Let's hope you can hit a moving target just as well!" With an arm extended Auriel made a motion as if she was going to grab the can from where she was standing. With a surge of energy a gust of wind kicked up and swirled about her for a moment before convering upon the can. It lifted into the air and flew towards Auriel's hand. She tossed it a few feet into the air and then jumped and twirled her body at the hips. With a foot extended and another burst of energy a bout of wind launched from her kick and slammed into the can. The small item sky rocketed into the air and began to arc about twenty feet away. Auriel turned to see if her sister would be able to shoot it in one go. In her moment of glee Auriel could recall the time she began to dive into the arcane element arts. Wind had been her natural talent, perhaps having something to do with being a Nephilim. Whatever the reason Auriel had picked it up as swiftly as ever. A younger Auriel crouched behind a pillar, using the shadows to her advantage. Her target was unaware of her presence in the courtyard and had her back turned to her. A devilish grin splashed across the girl's face as she extended a hand and motioned with it for something to come here. The golden aura momentarily lit up her hand but only for a second. From across the yard Aurelia's shield lifted off of the ground and flew towards Auriel. The cherub of a nephilim caught the heavy shield in her arms and stole away with it. It did not take long for her sister to catch on. Auriel giggled merrily as she rounded a corner and dodged out of her sister's grasp. She turned just in time and held up a hand, a gust of wind expelling from it. The canteen of water Aurelia had in her hands met the almost invisible force and careened off to the right, missing its mark completely. Auriel did not stop there and instead took the air with a mighty leap. When her sister did the same in hopes of catching her, for Aurelia was made of sterner stuff, Auriel used her wind to push down on her. The girl went higher while her sister went lower. Manipulating the wind was no task at all and for awhile Auriel merely used the air to glide away from Aurelia. Meanwhile Abigal stood to the side watching the two in between pages of her book.
Auriel soon initiated the foot race against her more physically inclined sister, Aurelia. With her sister's shield clutched tightly to her chest Auriel ran as swiftly as she could. Even with the long strides she could take Aurelia was catching up. Just as a laugh escaped Auriel's lips her sister's arms wrapped around her waist, squeezing the air out of her. Auriel squeezed her eyes shut and pushed the power out of her body. A burst of wind shot from her back and launched her sister away. She quickly changed the spell and ran with the wind on her side, her hair whipping wildly through the air as she ran at an increased speed from before. For awhile she managed to evade Aurelia but her sibling was simply faster. Before she could get her hands on her again Auriel tossed her shield forward. With deft hands Aurelia snatched it out of the air just as Auriel thrust both of her hands forward. A compacted ball of air shot forward and when it was about to impact Aurelia she raised her shield and stood against it as easily as if nothing had been there at all. Now that the game was nearly over Aurelia rushed her smaller, thinner sister. Auriel took in a great breath imbued with energy and released it as if she had been trying to blow out a great candle. The wind pushed against her mirror match but Aurelia was too sturdy to be blown away. She dove forward and tackled Auriel to the ground in a tumble. Their laughter and shouts filled the air as the two wrestled to end the game.
Strength: 6 | Speed: 9 (+5 When Dodging) Ammunition: 90/90 | Energy : 350/350 ⬲⚍⚍⚍⚍⚍⚍⚍x⚎⚎⚎⚎⚎⚎⚎ † ⚎⚎⚎⚎⚎⚎⚎x⚍⚍⚍⚍⚍⚍⚍⟴
xxxxxxxAbigail smiled lightly when she received her sister's usual greeting. It was always nice to Auriel and Auriela. But that's probably the normal when you've been with someone since birth. Literally. As Auriel picked up on of the cans that Abigail had been shooting at and tossed it into the air before replying with a taunt, Abigail smirked and drew her pistol Hubris before taking aim at the can. She gathered her energy together. She tilted the gun down a bit to make sure the wind didn't throw the shot off course, and then she released a burst of golden light that hit the can. Abby turned to her sister and kicked another can up off the ground before swatting it into the air with the butt of her gun. She took aim again, this time with Judgment. She fired a shot at the first can before it hit the ground and used the recoil to adjust her aim at the can she knocked into the air and s**t it too. She holstered her weapons and cracked her knuckles before asking Auriel "Think I can hit a moving target?"(Pistol Whupping: Rank E x Snap Shot: Rank D)
Equipment: - Judgment (Revolver) - Hubris x Humility (Automatic Pistols) [Approved] ↪Purification: For 25 energy, Abigail can fire a bolt of holy energy that inflicts the same amount of damage as a normal bullet. A Nephilim hit with this will feel revitalized and any minor wounds will cease. A human hit with this will become numb at the point of impact but will be fine otherwise. Any other sort of creature will have the area hit become paralyzed for 1 post. ↪Warp: By paying 5 energy Abigail can summon Hubris x Humility back to her should they ever be taken or knocked away. ↪Sanctity: Creatures of the dark that are stricken by these burn until contact is loss. The longer contact is made. The worse the burn.
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Posted: Fri May 23, 2014 3:58 pm
Aurelia was, oddly, the last of the trio to be awake today, but nevertheless she was in as explosive a mood as ever. She walked into the training grounds with nothing but the blade of the fallen, bright in her right hand, and a large majestic shield in her left. She'd been training entirely too hard all knight, and she was up later than expected as a result. Still everyone knew where she would be; stomping out infidels or training to stomp out infidels. Even though she was beautiful, like all of them were, she was a monster in combat. She was up front and deadly. She was stronger than one would expect from seeing her sisters and her standing beside each other. She may not be as fast, but she was still quick thinking and light on her feet for sure. In fact, sometimes she surprised herself with how powerful she and all of them were honestly. The world was in for a rude awakening if they thought the darkness would rule out anywhere for very long.
She didn't see her sisters at first. No instead she was going to begin with going over the basics she had worked on before. She stabbed the special weapon into the ground and then walked away from it she held a hand out, palm up, as if beckoning to the weapon. A second passed, and the blade of the fallen flew through the air, hilt first, into her hand. She took it and swung it around, already used to the weight of the weapon. She suddenly raised her arm above her head and swung down, a loud battlecry ringing out as she sent a shockwave out across the ground.
She lifted up the weapon over her head, charging energy throughout the length of her weapon again. Her arm and the blade began to glow. Steam flooded out of her nostrils as she flung down the blade and a vertical line of energy flew forward, slicing directly through a dummy she had unintentionally attacked. She charged this energyonce more and then through her body forward, swinging the blade horizontally with such force that she sent that wave of energy and spun at the same time, sliding to a stop just a few feet forward. With this basic concept she remembered that the same level of energy that is often used for Rev can be applied to sword break. That would make her an absolute monster in close combat with other swordsmen.
Speaking of sword techniques, she needed to get to work on her sword and shield skills. As she went about setting up dummies she thought backwards to the training Samael had given the triplets... "Aurelia," he had called out as the girl focused on her energy. She turned her head to him, not moving much as she didn't want to break her concentration. Sam only smiled and observed as the girl expanded an aura that seemed to weigh down the area and make her seem more menacing. Sam's breath held at what he saw before him. She didn't seem any more angelic, but her frightful new appearance made her seem neither the lesser or greater of either Nephilim... or Diabolus. She receeded tha ura and exhaled her held breath, falling to her knee with beads of sweat on her head. Samael walked to help her stand and looked into his daughter's eyes. He ran a hand through her hair, much to Aurelia's irritation. She broke free and the golden fire in her eyes had returned. "What are you doing, get out of here!" she joked to him. He only smiled and allowed her a bit of space. She was the more independent, always was. Her headstrong attitude made it that way, but she bore no ill will to any of her sisters. It was just that the group of them each had roles in each other's lives and Aurelia didn't want to step on toes... or skulls. She also had larger feet than the others by a small amount, but she noticed nonetheless.
In the next moment she pressed her energy in around her body until she started to glow, and then she forced it out with a slightly audible grunt. A burst of light that was very bright, blinding at the rang Sam was had he himself not been an angel, shone out. He could only clap as she panted, pretending not to be full of pride for herself. "Have you ever given thought to what it would be like to fly, my darling?" he asked. She turned to him and lit up suddenly.
"For me, its as simple as thinking. But for you I'm sure things will be a tad bit harder." Aurelia's face turned more red than her hair. He laughed inside, knowing he had lit the fire inside of her. She closed her eyes and began to transfer her energy into her back. The entirety of her back glowed golden as a pair of wings outstreched suddenly. They weren't white, and large. Instead she had three pairs of thin, black wings. She observed them with intruigue and fear. "Why are my wings black? Why don't they look like yours?" Samael hestitated, but spoke truthfully. "Aurelia, you need not fear my love. You are special, beautiful and strong. Unique." She smiled at his words, set at ease for the moment. She was simply too young at the time to have forsaw the truth behind this darker twist.
She spread them out fully, and lifted from the ground with a stark leap. It took a few new flicks and flaps before she could take full advantage of her abilities. She was faster in the air, her sword coming to her hands as she zipped through the air, mastering aerial combat at least in her mind. She flew towards her father, her wings opening to slow her to a glide and she hovered before him. Few words needed to be spoken between them. He pulled a blade free of his cloak, and his own wings outstretched. The following fight proved more fun than most things Aurelia had ever done.
The fond memories of her father were always at the forefront of her mind during training. She held her shield forward, to tower shield just light enough for her to use as fast as her blade, and began with the simple things. She stabbed her weapon into the mock enemy, and swung to the side from that position, tearing it open. This was a simple, but highly useful ability, one she knew she'd be using often just because it was fast and deadly. She reset herself and went in with her next ability.
She swung her sword down, the build of the weapon allowing her to rend the dummy and then fling her arm back upwards, opening another gash of it. She then threw em forward and bashed the dummy of the ground. It was then that she heard the sound of a gun in the air, and a familiar voice. She looked aroud until she saw them. She activated her wings just to travel faster and flew just before her sister, lowering herself with her black wings very slowly and then holstering the weapon. She was still, to this day, getting used to flying with them, so she took her oppurtunities where she could get them. "Good morning... afternoon. She grabbed Abigail in a hug so tight she heard cracking, and then dashing, a single flap of her wings propelling her faster than usual, right into Auriel, having dropped the shield and sword as to not kill her. "Why didn't you wake me up mermaid?" she joked making fun of her sister as she always did.
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The Nephilim watched her sister take aim and release her shots, making her mark each time. Auriel's voice rang out in a joyous laughter at seeing that Abigail's talents. It's not that it was a first, but that it made her proud of Abby. "Perhaps if they move as slowly as a can, dear sister." Auriel tauntingly said, throwing in a wink for good measure. She knew full well that Abigail would make her mark. Auriel had to have that trust and years of working together had solidified that belief. Auriel held her hand out and focused her energy. A swirl of air met between her fingers and formed into a small blade. Auriel held the weapon like a throwing knife and targeted one of the cans. She whipped the air blade forward and watched as it completely missed its target. The girl laughed once more and turned back to her sister. "I guess I should leave the ranged attacks to you, eh?" Before the conversation could continue Auriel heard the displacement of air by flapping wings. She turned expectantly and smiled as her other sister made her way over to them. As Aurelia approached Auriel could not help but watch her wings. They were as black as night, different from her golden ones and Abigail's purple ones. She could remember the first day she had seen them and the awe she had been in. "Father," Auriel had questioned as they soared through the skies. Her father Samael had six wings as white as snow, and Auriel's were four, golden feathered ones. "Yes, child?" He asked as be banked slowly to the right, spiraling downward in a large circle. For a moment Auriel was silent, for her question had deep philosophical implications. "Why does Aurelia have blackened wings?" The concern was clear in her eyes, a confliction that ran deep. Was there something wrong with her? Had Aurelia become ill? For awhile Samael was silent for awhile. It was not until he landed upon a cliff that he began to speak. He faced the sun and placed his hand upon Auriel's shoulder. "Your sister is my daughter, just as you are. No matter what changes her body may take, you are to always love her as you always have. There can be nothing that happens to her that will break that bond, no matter what." Auriel's eyes burned with a curiosity that had her yearning to question more, but she knew her father was right. Aurelia would always be her sister, black wings nor not.
Auriel waited patiently as Aurelia embraced Abigail first, she knew her time was next. When the sturdier nephilim dove at her Auriel braced herself for impact. There was no way she'd stand to her and instead let herself be carried backward. Auriel tucked and rolled into a crouch and then helped her sibling up. The little pet name Aurelia used for her always set her jimmies rustling but Auriel had a good way of hiding it. "Oh sweet sister, you looked too peaceful sleeping. Except for the snoring. One would think they were in the presence of a man!" Auriel taunted, lightly pushing her sister's shoulder backward. Anyone who stumbled upon this would probably think they were seeing things. The three of them were so similar in just about every aspect.
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