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 Posted: Tue Dec 11, 2012 8:46 pm
Remi shook his head as his dual colored eyes flicked over towards the particular 'black dog' in question. He would eat his left foot if Night was actually talking about a different individual. "Sounds like Tybbie alright, you know dogs... cant help themselves sometimes." The fox gave him a knowing look, not being one to talk much being 'one of those dogs.' The pair really could offset a room with those knowing smiles and grins, only if a certain lich was there would make it even more perfect. His ears flicked back towards the feline. "Xiu?" That caught his interest once more, the mention of a Baku pulling him out of his current thoughts. Xiu was someone the fox considered a friend as well, he remembered seeing her here as well. "If Medea wants us to find something it must not be specific to horsemen. Otherwise the meeting would have been more private." Either that or it was more serious than they assumed. "Any idea what she found or is it all 'hush hush'" Air quotes were called for here. "As well? Remind me to not disappear again." Too much happened when he did, geez. If Night did not know he assumed someone else did, either way he could also ask Xiu herself.
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Posted: Tue Dec 11, 2012 9:03 pm
Everyone quieted. The moment just seemed to call for it, the second Medea stepped out of meditation, the second the Famine clan elder also stepped forward, guiding the Head Priestess forward, directly into the glowing fragments of the once-powerful artifact, the legacy of their clans.
"A moment." Medea prompted, nodding slightly as she stepped forward once more. She placed her hand directly onto the orb -
- As everything exploded in white.
What happened itself could only be described as unusual. Everyone assembled, the horsemen, students, initiates, stood as they were, but surrounded by hundreds, thousands of figures in wispy white, paler than ghosts, more incorporeal than the tiniest shade. For the most part, they hovered, ignoring anything other than themselves, chatting silently amongst each other, lingering and smiling, others working hard, carrying various weapons as they toiled and forged in an invisible environment around them. For many horsemen, their faces were familiar. The fallen. The remains that had become the monstrosity of the phoenix.
"They still remain." Medea's voice, though she was barely visible through the hundreds of moving not-quite-there figures. In between transitions. "Our clans, our legacies, our kind still remain, bits and pieces, neither permanently lost and neither with us." Her voice remained strong. "This is our reason, our true reason to fight, and obtain Fear. We fight for ourselves, and we fight for them, to bring back everything we lost, and create for ourselves a legacy again. And for those who are just starting, without a home, you will now have a true place, as one of us, as not part of simply the Lost Clans, but the rightful Four Clans, to experience and grow with us, and together, become powerful, strong, righteous. Together, belonging, powerful once more. We fight to bring back what is rightfully ours."
The illusion faded, and so did some of the brightness of the orb in the center of the dais. Medea moved away, long crimson cloak trailing behind her, twisting one wrist into the air, a fluid motion. A portal opened, rippled, literally tearing into the space that the Head Priestess had reforged, and now directly was in control of. With Medea, with the Horsemen, it was never as simple as just glory, or the promised power. No, it was something that many students perhaps still would not grasp quite yet, not without fulling understanding the culture of the Four Clans.
It was the concept of being and defining entirely what they were.
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Posted: Tue Dec 11, 2012 9:10 pm
She was running. Freya had been trying to catch up with Mort for some time, but she hadn't the strength, or courage, to actually come to him until just now. When she finally made it to him, she stumbled, almost tripping on herself until she slammed into his side. She looked up, her face kept tightly under a hood just as the rest of her was hidden under a thick, big coat. It was almost impossible to see her under so well hidden under all of that, but if he looked close enough, it was clear to see why. Freya's expression hadn't changed since that moment. Her eyes were still glistening with tears, her face was lined with them, and her skin was pallid, almost grey. She looked almost as sick as when she'd been starving herself - but it was a different kind of sickness. Something much deeper, much more painful. She saw Bella nearby, and reached out to tug at her, but her face was half buried in Mort's shoulder, refusing to look up. A very haggard and scratchy voice whispered up to the zombie. "Are yeh okays?" She was worried about him. She hadn't realized the gathering was for something Medea was doing, so when she heard the voice, it startled her enough to bury herself into his arm again. Everything startled her, right now. She couldn't look up, and see how everything had changed around them. She couldn't handle it anymore. She just listened, keeping her eyes shut tightly, and hoped to all the gods in Valhalla that she hadn't walked in on something traumatizing. She just couldn't take it.
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Posted: Tue Dec 11, 2012 9:16 pm
"Can only be proud of the black dog and his inquistive nature don't you think?" He chuckled as looked over at Remi. "Oh you know her? I don't really. I don't remember much honestly, everyone was split up into groups and stuff so..." He shrugged before standing up, straightening as Medea appeared.
"Boss is here." Night tilted his head to the horsewoman before looking around.
"Finally, a job for us." He grinned again cracking his knuckles. "Ready to go Fox?"
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Posted: Tue Dec 11, 2012 9:18 pm
Tseng stood proudly as Medea began to speak. Yes. He recalled the remnants of their clan. Not long ago, he and his sister bade farewell to their parents. Once it was time, he geared up and moved on through the portal. He fought for his people.
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Still keeping to himself, Shun just stood by as a speech was delivered. It didn't quite pertain to him, but it mattered little. It was time to move out. And so he followed the others.
((double exit))
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Posted: Tue Dec 11, 2012 9:21 pm
Was he ready? Yes and no. Yes because it was something to do.. a reason for why they were here. No because, like every time they had a mission of some sort, he felt fear deep in his gut. Not the GOOD kind of fear, either. Flight mode was a go, but this time... he decided to stick around and try, for once, to not be a failure. Besides he did have friends to protect, so that was a reason yes? "Ready as ill ever be." [exit!]
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Posted: Tue Dec 11, 2012 9:29 pm
Gene nearly jumped out of her skin at the feeling of a shadowy hand grabbing her. No, hell to the no. When the Horseman joined their ranks, she considered herself completely done. She wanted out - no more of this. Too much anger and rage was building up, and she felt like she was going to to explode -
And everything did. She saw fragments, not even ghosts. A small whimper as she clung to Frost for safety.
And then all hell broke loose. They were attacking? Who? Humans?
She wouldn't dare. But...well, defying the priestess was going to clearly give them away as anti-horsemen. She tugged at Frost's sleeve, gave Mei and Tyblat a look, and went for the portal.
((Exit))
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Posted: Tue Dec 11, 2012 9:31 pm
All of a sudden, everything became silent. After a white light flashed, vague figures appeared and surrounded them. The head priestess like figure started to talk. Their Clans? Fight?AJ smiled, he loved fight, he enjoyed fight. He watched as the figure rippled open in the midair and a portal was formed. "Let's go and see what they do?" He suggested to the group. The boil was very excited as he got the feeling that something thrilling was waiting for him. [EXIT]
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Posted: Tue Dec 11, 2012 9:35 pm
Mei stiffened at the arrival of the horsemen, unsure of how to respond, she only nodded her head. If she was going to lie, she might as well lie to everyone that asked of her reasons for being here. Moments after, Medea finally spoke up again, 'causing the doll to pause in any movement as the wisps of the dead flooded the place.
They were.. going to attack..?
This wasn't good..
(( EXIT ))
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Posted: Tue Dec 11, 2012 9:36 pm
Sharra took a deep breath, watching with rapt attention as Medea spoke. Her words were compelling, and as the atmosphere changed around them, the Nergal boil closed his eyes, finding that calm resolve within himself that had brought so much to pass in these last days. Looking to those that he had approached, he smiled faintly. "So let's do this, hmm? Not sure what we'll find on the other side, but...can't help to have allies." He was careful, as he spoke, not to undermine the seriousness of the situation.
It seemed that those assembled had firm belief in their cause...something to fight for...echoes of that purpose that Sharra so desperately craved. And looking to his right and his left, he waited but a moment for the others to compose themselves, and whether or no they stepped through, the demon boil made his choice.
Let's go.
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Posted: Tue Dec 11, 2012 9:42 pm
Time to go. Shehk passed a knowing look to Medea as she stepped in with the rest of the moving mob without a word.
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Invictus was still judging you all, but he now had a goal to go and fulfill. Time to bring some destruction.
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Posted: Tue Dec 11, 2012 10:01 pm
All Damien heard was that there was a battle brewing. A battle meant war, and war meant there was glory and power to be obtained.It was another chance, and he was not going to let it slip through his fingers yet again. "well sign me up!" he said in exuberance and trotted through the gate. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------All too soon, Jing noticed the sounds died into a hush, and a lull that passed over the crowd around him. Medea was busy riling the masses up, the talk of bravado and honor. Never not HONORit didn't take much to whip the crowd into the battle ready frenzy she wanted, and yet Ying and himself was caught in the crossfire this time. With a sigh, the horseman tugged his little sister off the other boil's back with a soft thanks and placed her on the ground and the mortality of her height needed to return. "We must go sis, be careful out there." he said carefully, steering the girl and himself with the crowd. "Looks like we cannot stand aside in this battle, instead of mending clothing in our workplace, we might need to do it on the battlefield."he said in the final warning before walking through the gate.
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Posted: Tue Dec 11, 2012 10:03 pm
The mumbled remark from Aymet only drew a tiny stir from the witch as she rose up on the toes of her feet and balled her hands. It was childish, a gesture that meant they'd been caught but were reluctant to leave. "Nice to see you!" She nearly shouted as just as she'd began to speak he'd turned away. With a frown she lowered herself back down and chanced a glance at Mort. Aymet was his friend after all, they were war buddies, survivors in a sense. Really and truly she didn't belong here at all. But the couple only stood around, waited for instructions as the witch's eyes remained trained on the ground because she didn't want to be reminded of her interloper status. There wasn't really anything to say, no topics that needed to be discussed so she was quiet too. Her left hand clutched at its opposing self, kept her right hand close to her body. Those traitorous shards could do any number of things if left unattended, if left unguarded. Already they had invited themselves into her skin, what kept them from continuing to do as they please? The reverie of unfortunate thought was broken by a sudden figure that collided with Mort. For a second the witch found it rude, almost pointed out such in a harsh voice, but a pale hand shot out toward her and curbed those words. Her own hand, that dratted one covered with ribbon but that still burned with the blackness in her skin, reached out and grabbed Freya's, held tight and allowed herself to be pulled in. It was nice to be wanted back when she always seemed to be the one with her hands held out for others, but the Valkyrie's closeness to the zombie bothered Belladonna. And then... Oh, did Freya know? When the witch did not? A frown plastered itself on her face despite her concern for the Reaper and the witch pulled back on her hand, tried to break Freya's hold on her. She wanted Mort after all, the witch was just a bystander, his little shadow who didn't do anything but cry and was forgotten about. The perfect distraction bloomed suddenly as the portal and with a final tug Belladonna was free of Freya's hand. A few teetering steps backwards were taken before she scowled at the two of them. "I'm going." She mumbled loud enough to be heard, and then turned and made for the portal. [Exiting~]
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Posted: Tue Dec 11, 2012 10:03 pm
Sharra's reply with met with a wide-eyed stare from the little baku, and then her expression relaxed, a small, relieved smile curling on her lips. "I...thank you. It means a lot--I really have been regretting my actions since I was cured of the insanity." She trailed off with a little grimace, her gaze briefly flickering to the floor. It had not been a pleasant trip or experience at all.
She looked up in surprise when she felt someone pat at her head, turning her pink eyes to AJ. Noting his concern, she was quick to smile, lifting her hands in front of her and nodding. "Yes, I'm fine! Don't worry about it, but thank you for worrying about me." And speaking about people worrying about others...
Xiu was startled to see Sophie show up, uncertain whether she should be sympathetic or amused as the zombie ghoul began to scold her big brother. However, the smile quickly faded from her lips when Medea began to speak, her ears perking up warily as she turned to look at the priestess. The next thing she knew, they were surrounded by the illusions of the fallen horsemen.
The baku's heart ached at the sight--and at the expressions on the living horsemen's faces--but her expression grew alarmed when Medea went on to talk about fighting. Just who would they be facing off with? Could it be...?
She pressed her lips into a thin line, gently reaching out to touch Sophie's shoulder. Perhaps Alex would be against his little sister joining them, but just in case, she leaned forward murmured in the other ghoul's ear. "If you're coming with us, stay close, okay?" The baku was obviously hesitant at the idea of a new, first year student accompanying them into what was doubtlessly a dangerous situation, but she could distinctly remember how stubborn she herself had been when she was a first year.
Turning to look up at Alex, the corners of her lips quirked upwards in a faint smile. "I'm definitely going, but since I'm not an initiate, I don't think I'm obligated to fight. I can make sure Sophie stays safe if she wants to come with us."
And then, clasping her hands together behind her back, she began to make her way forward and follow after the crowd.
[Exit]
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Posted: Tue Dec 11, 2012 10:15 pm
Drawn by the promise of battle, Herryk followed after Medea and the others. It was almost as if something pulled him, called to him. The mindless, inane chatter around him did not register. Only Medea and her words.
[exit]
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