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 Posted: Fri Oct 15, 2004 7:38 pm
(Now where's my pyromaniac character when I need him? gonk )
SINCE WHEN THE HELL DID GUNS STOP WORKING AGAINST GALBIES?! GODDAMNIT!
Raven panicked as he tossed the empty double-clip off of the roof, along with the SIG 551. He WOULD'VE used the G36C laying several feet behind him, but it probably out of ammo, and right now, he figured normal ammunition was about as useful as a retard right now. But that's where his fire spells and stolen Colt .45 Longslide comes in. And since .45 ACP ammo was abundant among soldiers, then it wouldn't be too hard to find.
By the time Raven had tainted the tips of the .45 ACP bullets with a bit 'o' incinderary effect, the zombified bucketbrain was a few feet away from the building. He slammed a clip in the Colt Longslide, gripped the handle with one hand and held it steady by putting his other hand under the handle.
"Fire is your friend, b***h."
Raven squeezed the trigger. His arms were forced upward from the recoil, the weapon's slide shot backwards, and an empty shell ejected from the chamber.
Though the poor ol' Galbie's ashes was sent back to the land of FUBAR in a glass jar.
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Posted: Fri Oct 15, 2004 7:55 pm
It was the sound of the gunfire from Fragger, that drew his attention away from Morrina. The blade in his hand twisted softly, as he had to force himself to refrain from touching her. He prayed she'd be alright. He turned to Ganale.
"Take care of her.', there wasn't really time for a reply as he launched forward, the sound of bootsteps hammering as he made his way out of the alley, vaulting over one of the cars, blade slamming into the head of one of the zombies.
He hated undead. More then that, he hated the fact he didn't have any magic right now, because he'd loaned Angela to the girl. That was alright though, he could deal with this. He paused, in the middle of the battle, facing down a street of zombies. He didn't have the necessary magic to combat them, but maybe he actually had something better.
He seemed focused on his blade, turning it just slightly, dislodging the zombie head from it, before it was brought upwards, aimed skywards. Now, ordinarily, this would be the spiffy point where he'd charge up an attack, and fire it off the blade, but well, he was magically impaired.
The longer he seemed to hold the blade up, the more focused he became, like his aura was raising up around him, the soft flutter of wind, wet hair sweeping forward over his face, SeeD who'd been fighting zombies on the street infront of him backing away quickly. Apparently they had some idea of what he was about to do.
"Do...", no hesitation, just the phrase drawn out, as his blade tensed in his hands, and in a flush of energy, the blade slammed downwards into the ground, a soft, hair thin crack started to form along the ground, crawling away from the blade itself, spreading down the concrete.
"Ryu San!", for a moment, there was silence, before the ground, down the entire length of street cracked open, and began flying, zombie parts thrown, crushed, smashed, and diced by the SeeD surrounding the street. What few weren't smashed to bits, ended up paste under the fallen debris on the pavement.
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Dangerous Conversationalist
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Posted: Fri Oct 15, 2004 8:01 pm
It had been waiting for a while. Morrina had no idea it would ever come back, but she knew what was happening..now, she truly understood..but it had been so long. She fought it..and yet she knew it was part of her. The sky above darkens...the clouds seem heavier somehow..lightning flashes down..as she holds her head..her eyes shining faintly..hair flashing from its red streaked blk to a deep grayish/white..those eyes shift to a deep red..then back to their normal color..then red again..black wings flashing on her back..she stands up again..holding her head...as thunder rolls across the sky..it's too much..it hurts..she has to let it go...
..and let it go she does.
Black and silver fire engulfs her in a spinning aura that bursts from her form..she screams...and that scream is enough to shatter windows all around Balamb town..as the shockwave hits buildings. When the flames subside, she stands there in a deep red robe, her grayish hair falling down to her ankles..black wings formed on her back, made of what seem to be energy..black tattoos of a sort surround part of her face..her reddish eyes staring at the man invoking this strange magic..her lips set in a firm line.
Other than the fact her aura isn't evil..she's nearly a carbon copy of that woman from the past..the one who stopped and controlled time..the old SeeDs would know her on sight, and some of the others might from the stories..even though it isn't actually HER..just..sort of a..twin..maybe?..For the moment though, this form announces something. Morrina's power is active. The sorceress is free.
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Posted: Fri Oct 15, 2004 8:12 pm
((I'm a fifteen-year-old lazy bum. Do you really expect me to be able to comprehend something like that? Be honest, now... gonk ))
Continuing to hold just one hand to her leg, Delan managed to bite off her Vasette, setting aside for the time being. Hurriedly she unwound her handwraps, taking a few seconds to get it completely off her hand. Hell, it was the best thing she could use to apply pressure to her bullet wound, and she began tightly wrapping it around her thigh, jaw becoming just as locked from the pain that it caused her.
Soon, however, and without much warning, a SeeD had stumbled back rather clumsily beside her, panting greatly as she struggled to get up. To Delan's own amazement a zombie came quickly limping up towards them, and the young female in uniform slapped out her hand to cast a Curaga on it. Delan had never seen such a creature, and casting a curative spell onto the enemy had never been logical to her. Well, in this case, it was more than enough to make its pace deplete, almost as if she had cast Slow on it, but it gradually came to a fall on the ground.
"So, uh, y-you mind casting one of those on me?" Delan asked sheepishly at the mature SeeD. The upperclassman took one look down at her to realize her condition, and she gave an immediate nod as she made the same hand motion. Her leg was engulfed with the blue healing magic, and she let her wrap fall so that the bullet would fall out.
"You look about helpless. Here, use this"-she tossed Delan a sheathed knife from her belt-"and don't get killed." And off she ran; ready to deal with the rest of the undead. Getting up as fast as she could the young woman cringed just a bit at the aftermath of Curtis' damned bullet, and in ten seconds flat she had her hand covered with her wrap and glove, now ready to head back into combat. A question that she asked herself, though, was where had Angela gone off to?
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Posted: Fri Oct 15, 2004 8:19 pm
The girl was actually a good distance away from Delan, but on soft footsteps, she approached the young woman.
:Are you alright?:, it was strange, her soft voice. She didn't seem as blood thirsty as she had been earlier, but Hiro had been killing frequently, as had she been. Maybe the presence of the zombies was calming her. She was, after all, a creature who loved death, and the force of death. But there was a faint glow around her.
She was prepairing to do something.
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Posted: Fri Oct 15, 2004 8:22 pm
Standing facing the direction of Alger and his sword, he doesn't notice the actions of Morrina behind him, nor does he sense the stiffening in Rinoa's posture.
He does, however, make generous note of the ear-piercing shriek that she lets out. A minute later, once he's picked himself up off the ground and his hearing returned somewhere close to normal, he turns and glares in her direction.
Rinoa! Fricken hell!?
The young sorceress pays him no more attention than the man on the moon, instead her attention is focused behind her, eyes widened in fear. Slowly shaking her head and repeatedly whispering denial, she backs away from Morrina, only seeing the sight before her, not the person beyond it.
She pays no attention at all when she backs into a zombie, which turns and makes to bite at her. Half a second later, a size-twelve combat boot has found its way into the zombie's face, knocking it flat on the ground to be the recipient of another flame bullet a half-second later.
Boot to the head, b***h! Now Rin...What the ********!" The gesturing of a pale hand accompanies her outcried statement.
Chris spins around and, having only heard the stories, doesn't immediately click the information together. Then he blinks, and it hits him.
HOLY ******** s**t!
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Posted: Fri Oct 15, 2004 8:28 pm
"I'm pretty shitty right now, but now's no time for conversation," Delan answered stupidly, finding it a bit disturbing for a GF to appear at her side just by thinking of them. She didn't let her surprise get the whole of her, and she shrugged the thought off by unsheathing her new weapon. It was short but sharpened to deep perfection, and she began to think of how she could incorporate it with her own fighting style to where she wouldn't further injure herself. After a moment of brainstorming about that, the visible shine about the calm Force had come into Delan's line of focus.
"What... What's the plan? Or, uh, what do you plan to do?" she asked, gripping the blade's handle with uncertainty. "I'd like to stick with you just because I might slow down a bit from this." Giving her leg a light pat, Delan found that it would start out to be somewhat painful to walk on.
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Posted: Fri Oct 15, 2004 8:44 pm
:I plan to protect you. Its what he told me to do.:
There, in the rain, the shouts, and the screams, there was an intense peace around the form of the small girl, red hair cascading down her back as her wings started to spread outward from her body. This couldn't possibly be the bloodthirsty child from before, could it? But it was.
It was like an enveloping warmth, and Delan was carried to the 'place between', despite the fact that she wasn't junctioned to the Bloody Angel. The sense of calm was broken, as the girl changed, from her smallish form, to larger, far larger, roughly the size of Shiva, keeping her childish looks however.
But it wasn't that she was simply there, it was that her body was rising, as the streets flooded, or seemed to flood from every direction, yet, this substance was not water, but blood, and as it rose along the streets, zombies seemed to sink down into the water.
There was a series of explosions as the bodies of the engulfed creatures started to explode outwards in fireballs, sailing into the sky like a shooting star, before coming back down, slamming into other zombies, the collision causing them to fall apart, as the water spread. Blood, life essence. Kinda like a giant liquid 'cure' spell.
But this isn't all that the ability did. One arm of the girl raised upwards, and in the semi-silence, despite the battle going on around them, there was a crackling sound, as her wings spread further, and three spheres started to form around her body. One upon either wing, and the last, at the tip of the blade. Upon her left wing, grew a sphere of hazy frost, at her left, a sparkling ball of light, and upon the highest point, a sphere of fire.
As her blade came down, and her wings beat heavily, the three spheres were loosed, sailing across the field of battle, slamming into zombies, lighting them on fire, blasting them apart, and brightening the sky with their flames, the girls wings folded closed around her, as she dropped back down to normal size, and the river of blood faded away, leaving Delan where she'd previously been standing, the girl holding out her hand to her.
:Here, let me help you.:
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Posted: Fri Oct 15, 2004 8:58 pm
Never had Delan seen anything so magnificent and yet creepy at the same time. There were no words she could use to describe the feeling it gave her, Angela's awesome power. The only comfortable and seemingly logical thing that she could do was to grasp the Guardian Force's hand in her own and let her do whatever it was that she intended to do. "All right..." The words came out in a scared croak, but the only look on Delan's face was one of concern and puzzlement.
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Posted: Fri Oct 15, 2004 9:00 pm
(  ) Raven murmered something as he split another Galbadian ******** in two with his sword, and upon hearing the word "Ultimecia", twitched. He froze where he stood. This can't be happening...
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Posted: Fri Oct 15, 2004 9:05 pm
The girl allowed her arm to latch around Delan's waist, giving her a place to support herself. She was a little larger then she had been before, so that made it painfully obvious she could sustain whatever height she wished to.
biggrin on't worry. You'll make it through this alive:, she sounded confident, her gaze going into the distance. The murmur of Ultimecia made her twitch briefly. So that girl thing had become the sorceress her master had been chasing after? Bah! What a fool he was.
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Posted: Fri Oct 15, 2004 9:07 pm
Ahhh, the river that consumes all...Ubel just grins watching that one..and Alger protects himself and Ubel with his psycho barrier. Idly, Alger wonders if he should finish that creature..but then again she's already done what she wanted to do. He raises his hand then, closing his eyes..and mumbles..
"I deny thee existence!"
and in a sparkling flash of lights, the Guardian Force..thing...Ele'sear is struck with a burst of energy..now, this energy disrupts the energies of the GF's solid self..which means it gets banished for a bit back into the body it occupies. Hence, Fragger gets to host the woman inside his body for a while, and she won't be able to leave..although unlike the Alexander incident, she's still very conscious..she's just..stuck. Ooooh, GF Bondage! Anyway...that done, Alger takes a few steps back...calling up power..as the ground begins to open up where that sword is. This isn't the best place to be..he knows it..because it's finally coming, answering his call.
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Dangerous Conversationalist
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Posted: Fri Oct 15, 2004 10:43 pm
Clinging onto Angela as best as she could Delan stabbed the knife back into its carrier, keeping a firm grip on that as she braced an arm around the Guardian's shoulders. Giving a weak chuckle and an uneasy smile, the SeeD-in-Training said to the red-head: "Well, that sure is comforting! I wish that I won't die here."
((So. Fuggin'. Short. x.X;; ))
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Posted: Fri Oct 15, 2004 11:00 pm
Alger just finally shrugs. It's futile fighting them for now..he just chuckles. If he got personally involved in the fray, it wouldn't be any fun. But he'd finish it with this spell..maybe he'd finally be rid of the annoyances. Raising his arms, he calls forth a force from the underworld, black energy flaring around his body causing the earth to shake. As he does so, where the sword was stabbed, the sword tumbles over, and the ground cracks open..and bleeds. Well, that's what it seems like. A large crack opens in the ground, and black thick liquid like tar..or black blood..flows thickly along the street. Stepping back, Alger calls forth his power..the summon has been occuring, this spell added to it will finish things off...
of course..that's because he didn't count on a very irate sorceress.
As a dome of power pushes out from Alger's body and he prepares to finish this little soiree, a similar eruption comes from the woman who resembles the witch from time before..and the two forces meet squarely in the middle. Where Morrina's force strikes, zombies meet their end as the fabric of time that holds their bodies together is torn away, rending them into so much worthless ash. Where the forces meet, they clash, forming a barrier of absolute energy. Alger finds himself incensed..how did this woman have the power to match his magic? In response, he pushes his psychobarrier forward, intent on crushing her spirit and body in one blow..his psychobarrier is untouchable..
..or so he thought.
She screams..and her voice becomes a power unto itself..her real sorcery, the power of her voice, coupled with her sorcerous power of the fabric of time...not only meets Alger's psycho barrier head on..but shatters it into a thousand pieces, sending him flying back on his a** into the street..then she just sort of wobbles..and changing back into her normal form, she falls to the ground..
..and the hole opens up in the street to its full force..and as the rain falls from above, the figure visible becomes apparent. A black skinned woman that sits upon a Dragon's skull..she is large in size, possessing four arms. She wears little more than a few wisps of golden metal over all of her essential bits..and a helmet made of the skull of an unknown monster. It's obvious this is Alger's final effort to take the town..he's summoned some kind of demon it looks like, to occupy the enemy, since the Zombies have tapered off a great deal..between the SeeDs, their GF's, and that woman..
(And since Nix isn't here to drop a chopper on me, I'd say it's done for the night..)
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Posted: Sun Dec 19, 2004 4:58 pm
Edited so it actually fits -
Edora walks into Balamb on foot, having taken the train, but getting off before it reached the town. She thinks back to when she was a student at the Garden nearby, and when she enters the town, she is supprised to say the least.
Evidence of battle was everyone, but fortunatly, there was no active fighting near her. Shifting her satchel on one shoulder, she pulls out one of her two hand pistols, holding it defensivly out of sight. She steps foreward, looking around as she walks through the town.
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