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Benevolent Conversationalist
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 Posted: Thu Jun 22, 2006 10:24 pm
"My gifts?.." She questioned still half conscience, half falling back into the darkness. Akako had no idea who this man was or what was going on with her body, but she was wiped of energy. If not from the wound then from almost losing control again.
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Posted: Thu Jun 22, 2006 10:28 pm
Akako Shiko "My gifts?.." She questioned still half conscience, half falling back into the darkness. Akako had no idea who this man was or what was going on with her body, but she was wiped of energy. If not from the wound then from almost losing control again. The shadow had began to embedd itself into her soul, its very voice sounding as Akako's own words. "Your beautiful, young, and powerful body. Your plump, fruitful soul and energies." The shadow disease would spread further and further, perhaps she had already reached the point of no return. The shadow was fusing, grafting with the very fragments of her soul to the point where she would be enslaved under his will, and eventually cease to exist entirely. (Forces, this ain't Cziri. Cziri has enough power to share, and doesn't act like so.)
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Posted: Thu Jun 22, 2006 10:32 pm
"..Your gifts?" Naturally, the mercenary didn't hear whatever or, perhaps, whomever plagued Akako's mind; merely her half-concious mutterings. Such words, however, reminded himself of a previous memory. A repressed one in his own mind - one that was.. most unpleasent to recall, namely in this situation.
"You didn't happen upon it by chance, you know. You were chosen, boy! All those people slain around you, all those kinsmen laying dead near you - just the boiling point, the starting edge that made you whom you were capable of! And now, it is the end.. of your little road. I-"
Gritting his teeth together, Omi gestured over to Shilon. "Spare no strength; this is a venom meant to kill, if not wound well. She's starting to become dilirious.. Give it all you have, my friend." It was regrettable, actually, that Shilon had to reveal whom.. no, what he was so early, much less a small range of his abilities. Yet, in this situation, Omi couldnt've wished for another person to be nearby.
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Posted: Thu Jun 22, 2006 10:33 pm
"No.." She whispered. "I'm.. not." Her eyes turned crimson again and she bit her lip causing it to bleed. Fear was taking over her body and the thought of her two children and Snake came into her mind. "Serenity.. Hector... No!" She yelped out. Akako knew damn well something was wrong. Something was in her and she needed to get it out and quickly.
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Benevolent Conversationalist
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Posted: Thu Jun 22, 2006 10:36 pm
Akako Shiko "No.." She whispered. "I'm.. not." Her eyes turned crimson again and she bit her lip causing it to bleed. Fear was taking over her body and the thought of her two children and Snake came into her mind. "Serenity.. Hector... No!" She yelped out. Akako knew damn well something was wrong. Something was in her and she needed to get it out and quickly. The beast took advantage of her chaotic mind and would quickly strike while she was in disarray, perhaps finally enslaving the one fighting for freedom.
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Posted: Thu Jun 22, 2006 10:41 pm
Sparn mumbled to himself as he approached the arena, having decided to see what it was like since he had nothing better to do.
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Posted: Thu Jun 22, 2006 10:47 pm
Sparn mumbled as he got closer.
"Eh... I'll just take a look around.."
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Posted: Fri Jun 23, 2006 12:35 am
Akako Shiko "No.." She whispered. "I'm.. not." Her eyes turned crimson again and she bit her lip causing it to bleed. Fear was taking over her body and the thought of her two children and Snake came into her mind. "Serenity.. Hector... No!" She yelped out. Akako knew damn well something was wrong. Something was in her and she needed to get it out and quickly. Shilon, taking in this whole scene, was now ready. "I just wish I didn't have to pull ot the big guns this early." Throwing off his baggy tunic-style robes, he laid them on the Table like a pillow, he grabbed Akako and rather forcibly laid her down. "Omi- Grab her feet. This is gonna take a while." "In the name of Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. Amen.""Lord Jesus, through the power of the Holy Spirit, Go back into this maiden's memory as she sleeps. Every hurt that has been done unto her; Heal that hurt. Every hurt that she has caused another person; Heal that hurt." As Shilon loudly proclaims the first of the prayers, a pinkish mist starts to seep from his body. The wounds that Omi received in his battle with her earlier begin to receed, as do Akako's own wounds, to an extent. As Shilon continued the prayer, the pinkish mist spread throughout the colliseum, calming most all of those who felt its coolness. As Shilon's first prayer came to a close, the final lines rang loudly throughout the restaurant. "Remove whatever bitterness may be in all our hearts, Lord, and fill the empty spaces.. with Love. Amen."Shilon was now looking rather worried. He was now in full Guardian form, his Hair turned a dark shade of black and his clothes turning a deep crimson red. "I'm gonna need some back-up..." he mumbled. "Angel of God, my Guardian Dear; To whom His love commits me here; Ever this night be at my side; To light and guard to rule and GUIDE! Amen!" His prayer this time on a steady crescendo, his final word 'Guide' was a loud shout which rang throughout the halls of the colliseum. With this, Two long beams of light descended through the ceiling, with them descending two more Angels, similar to Shilon. Already as serious as Shilon, they immediately gathered around Akako, All three pulling out solid gold rosemaries. "All that's left is to deal with the spell... And.. that little suprise that no doubt you've felt." Shilon says, wraping his rosemary around his hand. The first nodded. "I see. Ready?" The three Angels nodded, and hung their rosemaries over Akako's face. This time, their voices were soft, yet forcefull. "Lord, look upon me with eyes of mercy, may your healing hand rest upon me, may your lifegiving powers flow into every cell of my body and into the depths of my soul, cleansing, purifying, restoring me to wholeness and strength for service in your Kingdom. Amen."With the strength of all three ArchAngels, Akako's soul and body was purified- The essence of the shadow enveloping her literally thrown out of her body, out of the restaurant entirely, and into the halls, surronded byt he pink mist of before. A disease of pure corruption, by the Angels' might it had been turned into something else entirely. Several figures began to rise from the Mist, looking like Knights of the Crusades. They all attacked the 'Essence' of the disease, destroying it utterly. With this, the powers of the Mist were neutralized, and balance had been restored. Like Yin and Yang, trapped in a circle of unending nature, the attack had been stopped. And should it happen again, there are more than 3 Archangels in Heaven. However, such great miracles do not come without a price. The other two Archangels stand up, putting their rosemaries back in their robes and stretching. Shilon gets off of Akako and immediately collapses in a chair, breathing heavily. "Well, a Job well done, Shilon. Heh, out of shape?" The first pats him on the shoulder, but his face regains its former seriousness. "Wait- Mike! Did you see what mark he used?" "Erm.. No..." Mike lifts Shilon's right had and looks at the palm, eyes widening. "...Well. It's St. Peregrine. What should we do, Gabe?" "You go.. file a report. I'll stay with Shilon, here, and keep him alive." "Shouldn't I bring him up..?" "Nay, A transfer now may end up killing him. I'll.. keep him safe. Just go." With that, Mike nodded, and flew off into his beam of light. The one left- Gabe- said the prayer of the cross once more, and his hand gave off a strong light into Akako's body. Now turning to Omi, he said, "That should help with the girl's inborn taint, of her own- It's my Sainthood's Power. Granted, it'll merely be suppressed, and only enough to be handled at a later time. But still handled. For now, Keep watch over her." He hands Omi a small crucifix, with a symbol on it. "This shall suffice..." With that, he immediately huddled over Shilon, mumbling what sounded like prayers, yet spoken in a language unintelligable by those around him.
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Posted: Fri Jun 23, 2006 8:15 am
XShilonX Akako Shiko "No.." She whispered. "I'm.. not." Her eyes turned crimson again and she bit her lip causing it to bleed. Fear was taking over her body and the thought of her two children and Snake came into her mind. "Serenity.. Hector... No!" She yelped out. Akako knew damn well something was wrong. Something was in her and she needed to get it out and quickly. Shilon, taking in this whole scene, was now ready. "I just wish I didn't have to pull ot the big guns this early." Throwing off his baggy tunic-style robes, he laid them on the Table like a pillow, he grabbed Akako and rather forcibly laid her down. "Omi- Grab her feet. This is gonna take a while." "In the name of Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. Amen.""Lord Jesus, through the power of the Holy Spirit, Go back into this maiden's memory as she sleeps. Every hurt that has been done unto her; Heal that hurt. Every hurt that she has caused another person; Heal that hurt." As Shilon loudly proclaims the first of the prayers, a pinkish mist starts to seep from his body. The wounds that Omi received in his battle with her earlier begin to receed, as do Akako's own wounds, to an extent. As Shilon continued the prayer, the pinkish mist spread throughout the colliseum, calming most all of those who felt its coolness. As Shilon's first prayer came to a close, the final lines rang loudly throughout the restaurant. "Remove whatever bitterness may be in all our hearts, Lord, and fill the empty spaces.. with Love. Amen."Shilon was now looking rather worried. He was now in full Guardian form, his Hair turned a dark shade of black and his clothes turning a deep crimson red. "I'm gonna need some back-up..." he mumbled. "Angel of God, my Guardian Dear; To whom His love commits me here; Ever this night be at my side; To light and guard to rule and GUIDE! Amen!" His prayer this time on a steady crescendo, his final word 'Guide' was a loud shout which rang throughout the halls of the colliseum. With this, Two long beams of light descended through the ceiling, with them descending two more Angels, similar to Shilon. Already as serious as Shilon, they immediately gathered around Akako, All three pulling out solid gold rosemaries. "All that's left is to deal with the spell... And.. that little suprise that no doubt you've felt." Shilon says, wraping his rosemary around his hand. The first nodded. "I see. Ready?" The three Angels nodded, and hung their rosemaries over Akako's face. This time, their voices were soft, yet forcefull. "Lord, look upon me with eyes of mercy, may your healing hand rest upon me, may your lifegiving powers flow into every cell of my body and into the depths of my soul, cleansing, purifying, restoring me to wholeness and strength for service in your Kingdom. Amen."With the strength of all three ArchAngels, Akako's soul and body was purified- The essence of the shadow enveloping her literally thrown out of her body, out of the restaurant entirely, and into the halls, surronded byt he pink mist of before. A disease of pure corruption, by the Angels' might it had been turned into something else entirely. Several figures began to rise from the Mist, looking like Knights of the Crusades. They all attacked the 'Essence' of the disease, destroying it utterly. With this, the powers of the Mist were neutralized, and balance had been restored. Like Yin and Yang, trapped in a circle of unending nature, the attack had been stopped. And should it happen again, there are more than 3 Archangels in Heaven. However, such great miracles do not come without a price. The other two Archangels stand up, putting their rosemaries back in their robes and stretching. Shilon gets off of Akako and immediately collapses in a chair, breathing heavily. "Well, a Job well done, Shilon. Heh, out of shape?" The first pats him on the shoulder, but his face regains its former seriousness. "Wait- Mike! Did you see what mark he used?" "Erm.. No..." Mike lifts Shilon's right had and looks at the palm, eyes widening. "...Well. It's St. Peregrine. What should we do, Gabe?" "You go.. file a report. I'll stay with Shilon, here, and keep him alive." "Shouldn't I bring him up..?" "Nay, A transfer now may end up killing him. I'll.. keep him safe. Just go." With that, Mike nodded, and flew off into his beam of light. The one left- Gabe- said the prayer of the cross once more, and his hand gave off a strong light into Akako's body. Now turning to Omi, he said, "That should help with the girl's inborn taint, of her own- It's my Sainthood's Power. Granted, it'll merely be suppressed, and only enough to be handled at a later time. But still handled. For now, Keep watch over her." He hands Omi a small crucifix, with a symbol on it. "This shall suffice..." With that, he immediately huddled over Shilon, mumbling what sounded like prayers, yet spoken in a language unintelligable by those around him. The disease of corruption would not let anymore time pass. It would take control of the body, for it had already grafted itself to her own soul. In a way, it tugged at her own astral silver cord, controlling her almost completely, and manuvering her in such a way as to hide the shadow and block it out. As the pinkish mist would never enter her body, the shadows within would simply make it so that her cell membranes would not allow the mist to enter her body. Taking the mouth or nose wouldn't be an effective route, as her mouth was to be forced closed, and her nose filled with a black mucus. With every word he spoke, the shadow just would grow and grow. Speed was needed, and it certainly wasn't fast enough. If the lifegiving powers had never entered her body, what good would they be. And, not to mention that the shadow was so infused into her body that ripping it out in such a reckless way would probably kill her all in all.. And why would three archangels come out of heaven just for one little girl while the rest of the world needs mercy, needs saving. Why? For their own desires? Would that not be corrupt to sacrafice the rest only for one person. And such a desire would strength the beast of corruption.
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Posted: Fri Jun 23, 2006 9:17 am
Because of our own individual sense of justice...
Kuro walked onto the arena, keris in his left hand, and a yellow katana in his right. There were two astral projections to both of his sides. He began to weave magic in the air into a blue orb in front of him...mixing in demonic energy.
...And now you will face my justice...
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Posted: Fri Jun 23, 2006 9:25 am
The mist didn't seem to be entering her body; her inhaling was.. non-existant, was it? The show about him, even he didn't know whether to accept as Angels decending from Heaven or no. And yet, his friend had never given him reason to doubt before - he'd not do it now.
Inspecting her face closer, he saw that her mouth was shut tight - and just a hint of the dark, disgusting mucus seeped from one of her nostrils. Clenching his teeth, now he was sure something unnatural was upon her. With that, he drew his blade from it's sheath - right hand grasping the leather and cotton embraced handle, as the blade met small resistance, slowly withdrawing from it's enholder.
Taking the odd crucifix in his other hand from the one called "Gabe"- but immedietely, he felt a small shaking in the left palm which held it. Like something wild and.. unnatural was coursing through his skin. Almost like something was flowing through his very flesh - nothing all too pleasent, but none the less, it was mildly awe-inspiring.
Glaring back down at Akako, Omi recalled a figure of a being he once knew's words, and winced. "Damn.. if only Vincent were still alive, he'd be able to handle this.. advanced as it be. But, I have to give it an attempt myself, or she may die." Gazing at the wound, it seemed.. healed? No, a very thin layer of skin had regrown there. Not allowing the mist to heal the full extent of the wound - it was then, that Omi realized: this couldn't be a poison. Or a mild venom, or a 'taint'. Something was inside Akako. Something sentinent. Otherwise, how on Earth would so many access points to her bloodstream, be it through inhaling or through simple bleeding, be closed off at just the right time?
Yet, he merely gazed downward. He'd heard of this "Gabriel" before - another one of the supposed Arch Angels. Though, from the impression of Shilon's words.. his power was quite grand. It'd have to be swift, what he was about to do - and it held no gurantee of curing Akako, or even stiffling her symptoms - though, whatever "taint" lied in her would suffer a sufficient little bit of agony. That much, he was sure.
Raising the blade horizontally with his right hand, top face forward - thumb wrapped across a strap, Omi gave a rapid and very thin cut across Akako's already-"healed" wound. Tearing the thin layer of skin cells that had clotted there. And literally not even a moment layer, his other hand thrusted one end of the "Crusifix" into the wound openly - as the tip touched blood. He'd intended whatever foreign prescence in her to have no time to form a "defense" against this; and it seemed he had succeeded. Though, perhaps.. past the extent he had in mind.
The Crusifix suddenly charged out an ethral flow of - whom could know, it appeared as light, yet felt to Omi like raw current was coursing through his arm. No pain involved, though to what the "Arch Angels" combatted - "Dark Essences".. quite the reverse would come true. The room began to shine far too intensely for Omi's human eyes to handle, his pupils dilating as his eyelids shut fiercely.
Could it kill such a being, so enthralled inside of Akako? Doubted. But.. it could well lessen such a thing's hold. Perhaps, "wound" it.
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Posted: Fri Jun 23, 2006 9:34 am
Fas flung the door open and suddenly his eyes glowed incredibly bright, the fury of Mana raging inside him.
He concentrated heavily, and his eyes flared even brighter, as he began converting the mana that allowed the diese to exist, and only the diease. It's mana that was within it would suddenly vanish, reappearing thousands of lightyears away, floating in space. And considering everything had to have mana to exist at all, the dieases would suddenly just...cease to exist, it's mana removed. This of course, would make all it's effects stop, as well as being one of few ways to remove it without killing her.
Ethreal or Corpreal, EVERYTHING in existance needed mana, because Mana is Existance. The only exception to this is oblivion, which is nothing, which means it has no mana.
Reguardless, her body had been purged of the disease. Sweat rolled down Fas' forehead, as he panted heavily.
~Meanwhile...~
Ure suddenly landed with a thud behind Kuro, his robe swishing slightly before coming to a rest. "I can't seem to locate him Lord Kuro. I'm glad you came."
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Posted: Fri Jun 23, 2006 9:36 am
Typhoon_Omi The mist didn't seem to be entering her body; her inhaling was.. non-existant, was it? The show about him, even he didn't know whether to accept as Angels decending from Heaven or no. And yet, his friend had never given him reason to doubt before - he'd not do it now.
Inspecting her face closer, he saw that her mouth was shut tight - and just a hint of the dark, disgusting mucus seeped from one of her nostrils. Clenching his teeth, now he was sure something unnatural was upon her. With that, he drew his blade from it's sheath - right hand grasping the leather and cotton embraced handle, as the blade met small resistance, slowly withdrawing from it's enholder.
Taking the odd crucifix in his other hand from the one called "Gabe"- but immedietely, he felt a small shaking in the left palm which held it. Like something wild and.. unnatural was coursing through his skin. Almost like something was flowing through his very flesh - nothing all too pleasent, but none the less, it was mildly awe-inspiring.
Glaring back down at Akako, Omi recalled a figure of a being he once knew's words, and winced. "Damn.. if only Vincent were still alive, he'd be able to handle this.. advanced as it be. But, I have to give it an attempt myself, or she may die." Gazing at the wound, it seemed.. healed? No, a very thin layer of skin had regrown there. Not allowing the mist to heal the full extent of the wound - it was then, that Omi realized: this couldn't be a poison. Or a mild venom, or a 'taint'. Something was inside Akako. Something sentinent. Otherwise, how on Earth would so many access points to her bloodstream, be it through inhaling or through simple bleeding, be closed off at just the right time?
Yet, he merely gazed downward. He'd heard of this "Gabriel" before - another one of the supposed Arch Angels. Though, from the impression of Shilon's words.. his power was quite grand. It'd have to be swift, what he was about to do - and it held no gurantee of curing Akako, or even stiffling her symptoms - though, whatever "taint" lied in her would suffer a sufficient little bit of agony. That much, he was sure.
Raising the blade horizontally with his right hand, top face forward - thumb wrapped across a strap, Omi gave a rapid and very thin cut across Akako's already-"healed" wound. Tearing the thin layer of skin cells that had clotted there. And literally not even a moment layer, his other hand thrusted one end of the "Crusifix" into the wound openly - as the tip touched blood. He'd intended whatever foreign prescence in her to have no time to form a "defense" against this; and it seemed he had succeeded. Though, perhaps.. past the extent he had in mind.
The Crusifix suddenly charged out an ethral flow of - whom could know, it appeared as light, yet felt to Omi like raw current was coursing through his arm. No pain involved, though to what the "Arch Angels" combatted - "Dark Essences".. quite the reverse would come true. The room began to shine far too intensely for Omi's human eyes to handle, his pupils dilating as his eyelids shut fiercely.
Could it kill such a being, so enthralled inside of Akako? Doubted. But.. it could well lessen such a thing's hold. Perhaps, "wound" it. The creature was more than just a shadow, it was more of leech seeking for more power, but if one could realize, his body remained elsewhere, while he toyed with them. The creature absorbed the raw current and dispelled the rest elsewhere, filling Akako's tissue full of energy, keeping her body young and strong for the necromancer or whatever it was. The shadow would remain strong, and if somehow the light would hit it, it would merely bend and only lose a slight grip. It still had the silver cord wrapped around its finger (metophorically) and still had near-absolute control over her.
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Posted: Fri Jun 23, 2006 9:42 am
Fasumbra Langardo Fas flung the door open and suddenly his eyes glowed incredibly bright, the fury of Mana raging inside him.
He concentrated heavily, and his eyes flared even brighter, as he began converting the mana that allowed the diese to exist, and only the diease. It's mana that was within it would suddenly vanish, reappearing thousands of lightyears away, floating in space. And considering everything had to have mana to exist at all, the dieases would suddenly just...cease to exist, it's mana removed. This of course, would make all it's effects stop, as well as being one of few ways to remove it without killing her.
Ethreal or Corpreal, EVERYTHING in existance needed mana, because Mana is Existance. The only exception to this is oblivion, which is nothing, which means it has no mana.
Reguardless, her body had been purged of the disease. Sweat rolled down Fas' forehead, as he panted heavily.
~Meanwhile...~
Ure suddenly landed with a thud behind Kuro, his robe swishing slightly before coming to a rest. "I can't seem to locate him Lord Kuro. I'm glad you came." The disease is not pure mana, and mana is magical energy, and Fasumbra can not just pull and ultimately control magical energy which is not his own. By trying to preform such a flawed technique, he would become a target. And even if he did remove the mana, it still would do nothing. Even if it somehow needed mana, it could simply drink the reserves of the atmosphere. A few waves that came from seemingly nowhere implanted themselves into Fasumbra's mind. An altered "attack" conciousness would assault at the very pillars of the angel's mind, taking advantage of the situtation where Fasumbra's mind was on casting a flawed spell. His mind would begin to a few basic senses, not all, along with some advanced skils as more waves followed in to cause destruction. He would begin to develop schizophrenia if he would not dispell the assualt somehow.
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