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"and a captain to resurrect, and a wedding to plan, and to plan a visit from Sunny's parents, and to help me and Sunny with our shop, shall i go on?" Aubry asked.

((Haha.... Aubry would make a great personal assistant, Kibo. Aubry, you rock! Alch... Come back!!! I'm all suspensed-out with Sunny in peril... Plus we have stuff to discuss... Did you download yahoo yet?! *cracks whip*))

Kibo spins Renji, hooking it around Marcel's blade, and forcing it out of the wound. He jumps back, and places his hand on the wound.

Kibo: You have a small limit on your magic. Mine, however, is much much larger.

The wound quickly seals up, and the very tip of the mountains behind him disappear.

Lord Marcel: "It matters not. I do not need Magic to kill you, Kibo Botch. I have not killed you because I do not wish to."

The ghostly figure landed on the broken land behind him, his red eyes remained on Kibo.

Lord Marcel: "How we've been pulled into this battle, I confess I have forgotten. I see alot of me in you, Kibo, and I do not wish to eliminate this ambition. The farthest I could go, perhaps, is to imprison that will within the Tsukuyomi and keep it forever. However, I will not kill you."

His cloak flew around his ankles, even in the absence of wind.

Lord Marcel: "I am not one to easily forgive or pardon, however, I have told you I've forgotten what has trapped us in battle. As this is so, I will allow you to leave this battle and chase after your beloved. Should you decide not to embrace my generocity, then your ambition shall be mine."

The solumn figure stands on the edge of non existance, firmly, before Kibo.

(I haven't named the ship? I thought i did... anyway it's the Requiem.)

One of the Marcels turned to Ranu.

Lord Marcel: "You have been summoned to protect us, not betray us."

Within an instant the Marcel held Ranu up against the nearest wall by his throat.

Lord Marcel: "Do not risk your life, your friends lives, and the lives of those who call that island home upon my wrath."

Marcel drifted to his left, as the bullet passed through, merely skinning him.

Lord Marcel: "So that is your choice?"

He laughs a cold laugh, enough to send chills down the spine of someone as strong as Kibo.

Lord Marcel: "Are you even aware of what is goining on int he world beyond this? The world of you friends. As we speak, your beloved is being whisked away by a traitor."

He dashed forward, leaning in directly in front of Kibo. His attack is too swift to counter, as Marcel's second blade slides into Kibo with ease, passing through its target with no problem at all. Marcel stands eye level with Kibo, as he slowly pushes the blade further through Kibo, until the tip of the blade is sticking out of his back.

Lord Marcel: "I will not kill you, kibo Botch."

His phantasmal eyes seem to scan Kibo's mind with out the use of Magic.

Lord Marcel: "I will not Kill you, because you are the same as me."

A pale hand reaches up to the neck of the cloak, which has covered Marcel from the nose down. He un buttons the cloak, revealing his face. Marcel's appearence is much like Kibos, except for a dark line running beneith each eye.

Lord Marcel: "I will not kill you, but i will not show you mercy either."

(lol Sunny came up with the name Marcello. But i wonder... did you have any inspiration Sunny?)

Marcel stands,weakly, on his two legs.

Lord Marcel: "Is that what you believe I fight for?"

He chuckles

Lord Marcel: "Perhaps we are not as close as I thought..."

Blood runs down his lip as he looks up at Kibo. Although his form was weakened, his eyes blazed with strength.

Lord Marcel: "I seek to right a terible wrong."


The sword that was forced through him lands a while away from him on the broken ground. The surface breaks away as the katana falls off of the edge of reality. Marcel stands, recovered.

Lord Marcel: "You continue to stand in my way. I trust you understand, this is something I cannot allow."

He dashed to his right, recovering the blade he lost earlier, and then ran at kibo. He slashed once, then spun to kibo's back, leaving a deep cut as he landed at kibo's left, his sword to his throat. As he moved the blade to slice kibo's neck, his free hand pulled a dagger from his belt.

Marcel did not bother to reform his hands, he swung his leg forward, kicking Kibo across the face.

Lord Marcel: "Or, perhaps, the existance of those thousands of people IS the wrong I'm trying to right?"

He jumps once again, the ground behind him falling apart, as he lands above Kibo, placing one hand around his throat. The other hand draws a dagger sticking it into his chest.

Lord Marcel: "Your dissapointing me. Put some effort into your assumptions, maybe you'll come up with something right."

He turned his head sharpily, his hair whirrled behind him.

Captain Felgrand: "How dare you. Vell, I suppose a hound such as youself vould know nothing of looks. You consider those rags becoming? Hah! Heir Natasha, you look as if you could stand to loose a pound... und tventy more!"

(Hah! Felgrand may be unbelievavly creepy to type, but he's just as evil as the others!)

He swept his blade across his deck, as the vines ripped across the side of the Mancer's Touch. One vine drove upward and captured Natasha around her right ankel, hauling her into the air.

Captain Felgrand: "Shall I cut zose pound off of you, Heir Natasha?"