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heavenly angel goddess Crew
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 Posted: Mon Dec 15, 2008 1:53 pm
((It's been quite good reading, always fun to read a good fight sequence))
Haruna stumbled into the place she was using for a house. She wasn't panting, she couldn't even if she wanted too. Just as she made it inside she fell to the floor and started to shake. "What, did I just do?" Quickly shaking her head she, by habit, struck the wall a few times, not counting, adding to the tally of peoples lives she had taken. She had forgotten that her knife, was lost when the gangster club was destroyed. All she did was dent the wall a little with the force of her hits. "Why, don't I feel anything but anger!" She would have grabbed and thrown something if she wasn't on the floor shaking like a scared child.
"Why only, anger, and sadness...." No tears came from her eyes, the thought of which only increased her hatred and increasingly violent thoughts. She stopped shaking for a moment and slowly started to crawl across the floor. "It must be, here, it must!" Her peaceful face was twisted in such a sadistic way, she looked like a demented killer. As she searched around almost like a filthy dog she found it. She quickly dove for the small knife and began to cut her arms. They were not very deep, the knife was old and blunt. As she did the sadness returned, why was she doing this, she didn't want to but yet she wouldn't stop. She was moving on her own, she tried to stop but her body wasn't listening.
As Haruna lost almost near total control of her emotions, her body continued to act on it's own, slashing stuff, including itself as she screamed inside for it to stop. She was terrified of what was happening, she wanted it to stop and finally, a loud scream came from her mouth and then everything went quiet. She was still shaking, but she finally dropped the knife and curled herself into a ball on the dirty, almost rotted wooden floor. "I want to die, please, just let me die...." Haruna didn't understand anything about her, she was a specter, a ghost, because she only had emotions, it was twisting her perceptions of every day things around her. She couldn't remember anything of what it felt to be human, yes she did know kindness, but she never really returned it.
She was becoming something seriously dangerous, when a spirit is unable to pass on, they tend to have difficulties when it came to living in a world where you were not, she was becoming a Poltergeist, the fact she had a physical body made her even more dangerous. Without one, Poltergeist could still do terrible things, but in her case, she was a time bomb already set up to explode, the cruelest thing was she didn't know it, she couldn't tell what was happening to her. Each passing day more and more of her weak human personality were being consumed with hatred and her dark sadistic, and murderous thoughts. Her time was running out, as the last strips of her humanity were slowly slashed away with what probably felt like being cut by a very dull serrated knife, her ghost began to take over. It wouldn't be long before she really started to do bad things, and revel in it!
((Ahh to be a ghost surprised ))
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Posted: Mon Dec 15, 2008 2:16 pm
[[I do believe I've been ignored. lol.]]
Alexander sighed incontently. He would patch things over later. Now wasn't the time. he was getting a little impatient with Amico himself. he was tired of waiting. He wanted to go on the mission already. He found most of them quite fun.
[[Really short post. Sorry.]]
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Posted: Mon Dec 15, 2008 11:19 pm
((Well, it's a good fight so far. Lets see if I can't do a little more damage. Heh.))
The fireball hit the ground causing an explosion upon impact. Zenn wasn't very pleased that his attack missed. He was only able to think about it for less than a second. The only thing he could do was try and avoid it. Quickly he jumped back, but not quick enough as Taro's sword cut into his shoulder. Luckily it wasn't deep enough to worry about it at the moment. Though his blood was on the sword.
Just like Taro, instead of waiting and looking over his wound, he instead countered. Forcefully he brought his sword downward slashing toward Taro's sword instead of at him. Pushing forward with his legs he lunged forward. He moved his free hand infront of himself, another fireball in the midst of appearing. A twisted smirk crossed his lips as he let the fireball go right infront of Taro. Even though he was the one that created the fireball, he'd be caught in the explosion if Taro didn't find a way to avoid it.
((Hehe, well, that seemed like a good attack. Whatever will Taro do?))
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Posted: Wed Dec 17, 2008 7:26 pm
The fireball hit the ground, sending soil and rocks flying everywhere. When the smoke had settled there was a crater about seven meters in diameter. Taro looked at it with his periferal vision, already a thousand possibilities forming in his head about how he could use it. Zenn had created that mess and it would be very satisfying if he could force him into it.
Before he could act on his ambitious plans, Zenn caught him daydreaming and sent a combination at him. Another black fireball formed before his eyes and Taro began to sweat, already knowing what damage it could do. At the same time Zenn made a slashing move at him which he didn't fear so much because he knew he was a better swordsman.
His heart began to pump more blood. There was a ringing sound in his ears that only he could hear and it blocked out all other sound, even the sound of the burning black flame. It began to build up exponentially at first and it finally slowed down when it was a peaking rate. Taro saw red but it wasn't through it was because of his amazing focus.
Everything had slowed down for him conveniantly and it was his turn to counter. With a lightning quick snap of the sword which seemed slow to him, he reflected Zenn's sword, or at least slowed it down. There was a spark from the coliding metal but by then Taro was focusing on the black flame. His sword kept going at the fireball, slicing it in half. There did not appear to be any sign of damage but the ball of fire had destructed, blowing up between them and giving off massive heat. Taro's hair was blown back from the energy released and his skin began to turn dark from the burns. This was not felt because of the rush of adrenaline going through him.
At this point the ringing in his ears was deafening and he felt it was everywhere, perhaps even Zenn felt it. Through the corner of his eyes he saw Zenn's sword was still coming at him, his deflection had done very little. Having no time to react he instinctively raised his hand and Zenn's sword hacked into his arm. Taro had felt the pain of a blade going about an inch into his arm, blood already starting to leak. He knew it would pour when he removed the blade but he felt somewhat lucky to have deflected it earlier, taking most of the sting out a slash that should have cut off his arm.
Taro was sure he yelled something but it was incoherent, because as usual, he had moved on. What he yelled turned out to be a ferocious battle cry because with a flick of the wrist he tossed his sword to his left hand and stabbed at Zenn's chest with it. He was sure it would land or do good damage because Zenn's sword was stuck in his arm still and he had no time to take it out and counter, but that was up to Zenn and if he was a good swordsman. Taro smiled inside, his chances were good.
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Posted: Thu Dec 18, 2008 1:10 am
His attack hadn't gone exactly as planned, it seemed that Taro somehow was able to avoid the full force of the attack. The explosion of his fireball caused himself to get the same kind of burns, but they clearly weren't as bad as his enemy. Zenn watched as his sword cut into Taro's hand and he could see the blood already coming out. The black burning flames still engulfing the sword would end up burning him quite badly. Before he had a chance to pull his sword away, Taro tossed his sword to his other hand. Instincitvely Zenn knew what would be coming next.
Without a second though he let go of his own sword and pulled his hand back. The blade cut into his chest almost an inch before he was able to catch it in his hand. He was able to stop the blade with his bare hand, but right away, pain was felt in his hand as blood began to pour from the wound. His arm was struggling to keep the sword at bay as the wound got worse with every passing moment. Backing away slightly he was able to pull away from the sword while still holding onto it. "s**t..." Normally he wouldn't have cared if the sword stabbed through him or not. This time however, he couldn't let himself die so easily.
Despite the fact he was holding onto the blade of Taro's sword, this was another chance he could take to finish the other off. His free hand once again formed a black fireball. "You should... just give it up." His breathing had becoming a little heavier as he spoke. Once again, from close range he released the fireball. He was aiming right for Taro's chest as it moved quickly toward him. After letting the fireball go, his bloody grip on the sword seemed to be getting looser. He wouldn't be able to stop it for much longer.
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Posted: Thu Dec 18, 2008 1:29 pm
(((I totally forgot Zenn's sword is on fire. That's my bad.)))
The flames from Zenn's sword caused Taro unendurable pain which forced him to disengage even before Zenn had sent another fireball at him. He let go of his own sword with his left hand, and with that giving up a great chance to kill Zenn. He placed his left hand on the flaming sword, recklessly being burnt in order to hold it steady while he pulled away with his right arm. He stumbled backwards and already blood had begun pouring from his wound.
"When it rains it pours," Taro mumbled, holding the wound with his burnt left hand. He was in unbelievable pain but it barely showed on his face except for a few odd convulsions. He had ditched his sword in order to use his left hand and now was left unarmed except for the spikes on his arms. This was further narrowed down when he thought of the cut on his right arm which rendered it immobile. The best he could do in that situation with that arm was defend.
Still though, even though his abilities were strictly limited, Taro had no thoughts of surrender. When the second fireball came at him it was a lot easier to dodge because he wasn't at close range and he didn't have to do two things at once. He dropped to the ground and rolled, the ball scorching the air above him. Somewhere behind him it exploded but by then Taro had moved on. He picked himself up and sprung up into the air, jumping farther than most thought he could. As he came down he made a diagonal slashing movement with his left arm
"I'm not done yet, kid!"
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Posted: Thu Dec 18, 2008 2:24 pm
((It's okay))
Zenn smirked slightly watching as his attack was avoided again, but that was alright considering it probably saved him. He watched his sword cause Taro pain, but it wasn't showing on his face. It was just like himself, even though he was in pain from his wounds, he wouldn't show it. Taro just happened to be the perfect opponent for him. He let go of the blade on Taro's weapon, but grabbed the hilt with his other hand. Zenn wasn't going to use the sword, but he wasn't going to give it back simply.
His eyes watched as Taro came down with his arm in a slashing movement. Once again he was able to dodge the attack by jumping backward quickly. He stumbled a bit on the landing but stayed on his feet with blood still dripping from his right hand. This time however he didn't attempt to counter. He stopped at looked toward Taro while stabbing the sword into the ground nearby. "I certainly hoped that you weren't done. Though for the moment, I think you're worthy enough to find out who told me to cause this disturbance in order to lure anybody from the Syndicate. I assure you that it'll be suprising."
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Posted: Thu Dec 18, 2008 3:48 pm
Taro didn't land as gracefully as he wanted to because of his wounds and stumbled forwards, managing to retain his balance eventually. It was hard to do that because of his right arm. Moving it would require the flexing of the muscles and that was extremely painful, not to mention it caused his wound to bleed more. Instead he let his arm hang uselessly at his side. It was a shame to let his main hand go to waste but there was no alternative.
Suddenly, Taro ran at Zenn once again. His speed made him hard to keep up with even with his arm hanging limp. Instead of trying to slash with his arm again he fell to the ground and used his momentum to slide at Zenn. He raised his right leg up to try and catch him with it but he knew it would most likely be avoided. Still, this wasn't the main objective of the move because as Taro slid he picked up his sword with his left hand.
Taro stood up a few feet behind Zenn, holding his sword in his left arm.
"I think you lack focus. It's disrespectful to your opponent to talk about trivial things like that during battle. Besides, I came here to fight you, not your boss. Come on!" Taro slashed sideways with his left hand at Zenn's stomach. The strike wasn't as co-ordinated as it normally would because it was with his left hand but he managed to put equal force and skill into the blow.
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Posted: Thu Dec 18, 2008 4:54 pm
Zenn avoided Taro's right leg as he slid toward him. He didn't even attempt to keep him away from his sword. It, after all was mostly the reason he had come so far in the fight already. Listening to what Taro said he let out a slight laugh before jumping backward again to avoid the slash. "I see how it is." Slowly he walked backward his eyes, not looking away from the other. He was going to get his own sword back, but turning his back on the enemy wouldn't be very smart.
"It's really funny that with a chance to find out who the real enemy to the Syndicate is, that you refuse to want to hear it. Besides, he's not my boss, he just happens to be the only one that really get me. Normal human's just wouldn't understand. Though, it's interesting that he himself, used to be a member of the Syndicate. Perhaps you've even talked to him in the past, I can't know for sure. Eiher way, are you really not interested in that kind of information?"
He came to a stop and slowly reached down with his left hand and picked his sword up off the ground. "If it wasn't for him wanting me to tell you all this, you probably would have killed me already. I was just willing to sacrifice my own blood for what he wants. Besides, now that I'm actually focused on living, you won't kill me in the end." Zenn shrugged slightly. "Well, I can either tell you now who it is, or I can carve it into your flesh once you're dead."
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Posted: Thu Dec 18, 2008 7:06 pm
(((Your guy has a stab wound in his chest, by the way.)))
Taro grinded his teeth as a menacing look crossed his face. Zenn's arrogance was really starting to get to him but he carefully held himself back, knowing that rushing in recklessly would be the death of him. Despite Zenn's youthful appearance and his lack of sword skill compared to his something inside him told Taro that he was winning this fight. Grudgingly, he looked down at his body. He was painfully burnt and his right arm was disabled at the moment because of the pain it took to use it. A glimer of hope came alive inside of him as he looked at Zenn and noticed a dark red wound where he had stabbed him.
Taro knew that wound was much more serious than anything he had. It was a wonder he hadn't pierced any vital organs and he cursed his bad luck for missing. Still, that gash would spill a lot of blood because it was near Zenn's heart, Taro knew, but only if he made his heart work.
Meanwhile, he listened as Zenn ranted about the person he worked for. It wasn't a part of his mission to investigate who Zenn worked for, just to kill or capture him. He had already set his mind on kill, but if he captured or got a little bit of extra information out him he was sure his boss didn't mind.
Taro took Zenn by surprise by attacking him while he was still talking.
"Shut up and fight!" Taro attacked first with another horizontal slash but it soon evolved into a bunch of strikes that would start a long rally between them and hopefully cause Zenn to lose more blood. In the midst of battle and clanging steel, Taro asked Zenn,
"So who's your boss?" He intentionally ignored the fact that the person who worked with Zenn wasn't his boss, instead he kept on continuing to strike.
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Posted: Thu Dec 18, 2008 9:20 pm
((I know, wasn't that deep though. Plus, he can tough it out long enough to beat your guy. Or not, doesn't really matter to him right now.))
Zenn knew he had to defeat his enemy quickly the wound in his chest was still bleeding and the fighting was clearly making it worse. He watched as Taro went on the attack. It wasn't that surprising considering he was watching him the entire time. Taro's attacks with his left hand really weren't as good as with his right. Unfortunately, the same was true for him. Though, having seen him attack multiple times before, he was able to block the first attack as well as the multiple slashes after that one. His sword didn't have flames anymore, but he didn't need them right now.
"You might think I'm lying right away, but why would I make something up? I'm probably seen as the bad guy, so, you may not believe me, but that doesn't matter. His name is Gyel HigHill, ring a bell, well I really hope it does. Even without me, the Syndicate will eventually be no more. Unfortunately, he didn't want me to go dying on him. Oh well." His breathing had become heavier again which could be heard in his voice as he managed to block the attacks. He needed to change his stratagy again or he'd end up bleeding to death.
Zenn smirked slightly as he figured that finally he'd show Taro that he didn't lie about what he was. Black flames started to appear on his back and quickly started to spread out and formed into black angel wings. Zenn was able to hide his wings using his dark energy so that he could move about the world easier. He jumped back one more time and flew backward before gracefully landing on the ground. "I highly doubt that you'll be able to keep up with my speed. As you probably guessed, I'm not as quick on my feet."
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Posted: Fri Dec 19, 2008 9:41 am
[[And here, I'd feel like I'd be messing everything up if I posted. :/]] It was impossible to sleep through all of this ruckus. This noise. The explosions, the impact of attacks in the distance, and yet, with his ability to amplify vibrations through the ground, a blonde haired had yet to stir.
He had been following two specific beings for quite some while. He was unaware whether they had known his presence or not, but in case they did, he would form a good explanation.
Instead of watching and forming this explanation, he was demolishing logs. No snoring and no random noises came from his mouth, but he did turn and roll over every now and then. His weapon-instrument was stretched out beside him, laying on its back.
The black object laid still through all of this commotion as well, seeing how it was an inanimate object. The boy's eyelids fluttered open to hear a low humming. He usually got this humming in his ears when people were talking. It was strange, yes, but somehow, he managed to pick up little waves of vibration like those. Nothing in the air, no. Just those surging through the ground.
As he sat up, he felt heat running about his back, and turned around to face a smoldering object, of which he could no longer make out what it had originally been. Maybe some kind of oncoming projectile crashed into it, sparking friction and setting the object to flame, but that was irrelavant. Snatching up his black guitar, he crawled backwards and watched the creature or object slowly burn to ashes.
More humming.
Rising to his feet, he walked along a few vertical objects, his partial blindness unable to make out what they were. Keeping low to the ground, he felt a quiver in the earth, and turned right. He didn't know what the objects in the distance were, but he saw lines rippling around them, meaning that the humming he heard was coming from here. He could barely make out the words though...
"Who's...--ss?" One voice asked. It was murky, like he was hearing this while underwater.
"Lying... away... up? Bad guys -- believe...." What? This wasn't making any sense. He felt his away along the side of the vertical object he was hiding behind to crouch infront of it, watching the murky outlines dance like smoke.
Were they, fighting?
With his guitar sash over his shoulder, he let it sit on his back, himself in a crouched position, trying to strain his eyes to see better. This was not working at all. Pushing three bangs from his useless eyes, he looked down at the ground, and pushed his weight down, sending a small vibe through the earth. He wouldn't be able to see any further than it would go, but at least he could see what was on the ground in front of him.
Nothing. It was just flat land in front of him. Where was he?
"Syndicate--" The Syndicate? He knew little about it, but he heard the two that he had been following for some time to speak little of it. Even at times, they talked about how they would have lived if they hadn't escaped from the clutches of those searching for beings like himself. Something with an abnormal gene.
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Posted: Fri Dec 19, 2008 12:11 pm
Taro knew that his disadvantage wasn't that great while he fought with his left. It was true he wasn't as co-ordinated with his weaker limb but his knowledge of skills and techniques was in his brain not his arm. They were just about even know in terms of melee but Taro still felt troubled, mostly because of Zenn's ability to use fire.
Taro stopped the rally of strikes between them himself by not going on the attack for a brief moment, not only to listen to Zenn but to catch his breath. He was deeply curious about who Zenn spoke about and listened without contemplating any future attacks. For once in his life Taro had let down his guard almost entirely.
"Gyel Highhill..." Taro though, his face contorting in anger. Highhill was an infamous deserter that most people in the Syndicate knew about. There was a big price tag on his head and pretty much everybody in the Syndicate had orders that if they saw him, kill at once.
"So that's your master." Taro realized this was golden information, if he could report this to the Syndicate they would be one step closer to killing Highhill once and for all. He looked curiously at Zenn. If he captured him...
No, that was impossible. It was foolish at this point to change his objective from kill to capture, not to mention that it might be physically impossible to do it in the shape he was in. It was best then to get as much information out of Zenn before he was killed.
That's when Zenn sprouted wings and things got a lot more difficult. What was he? Some sort of demon? This couldn't a Z Gene, Taro thought. If it was then Zenn had somehow mastered it because he had complete control of his own powers. If he could use his fire manipulation ability to fly then what couldn't he do? No, Taro was sure of it, Zenn was some sort of demon.
Taro jogged after him at an easy pace, suddenly feeling his injuries even more. He had to end this quickly, but he also knew it was now his duty to get information if Highill was involved.
"Where is Highill? What's he planning to do?"
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Posted: Fri Dec 19, 2008 8:39 pm
(( okay, back at the ranch... or fountain... or whereever the group is convining... ))
Draqx finished requesting his current list and looking around at everyone gathered asked if anyone had any extra requests.
'So, while I am ordering stuff up, any requests... and no I will sing anyways, ba-dun-tshhh.'
Draqx ended with the pun to keep the mood light, that and that particular reqest had been done many times allready, and it never worked anyways.
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Posted: Sat Dec 20, 2008 6:09 pm
Kiami couldn’t complain shook her head. “Unless you can come up with something to carry a lot of water in a small space I have everything I need. Thanks though Draqx.” She turned her attention to Lucid, “I think I’m going to pack is Amico doesn’t get here soon. Can you update me if I do go?”
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