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 Posted: Tue Sep 14, 2010 2:01 pm
"Darkness is not something to be afraid of."
She allowed Ki to lead, following his steps carefully as she tilted her head back and peered at what she knew would be the sky and the buildings between them.
"I spent a very long time shrouded in darkness. My Husband was the leader of a prestigious clan. They fell under Ambush, my horse shied, and I suffered a glancing blow just above my right eye. It was enough to render me blind. Besides. I don't see danger in...well, anyone. I am a Kinetic Artificial Neohuman Zoned for Accurate Killing and Infiltration. To lay judge others...it wouldn't be polite. Chaos is a beautiful thing, truly. I cannot turn away from it, think myself above it--judge all that it touches; it touches us all."
She remembered Jun, and how easily Chaos inflicted him. It angered her then, because he had killed her brother-like friend Noah, and she had killed Jun in return. The sheer anger and chaos of the event had set loose the Demon within her, Panteera. As Raven crept along silently, she could feel the difference in her senses slowly taking on themselves. Sounds were slowly slipping into her notice. The wafting scent of dampness, dirt, and something else...Raven craned her neck, suddenly more cautious of this scent. Somewhere in the back of her mind, the Wild Feline seemed to recover itself, the petite frame slinking silently as she followed Ki.
Something about the moment seemed off. It felt wrong to speak out loud. Raven instead tuned her thoughts into Ki's, a mute resonate within his mind.
<"I can barely get a scent...but I can feel her aura from the feathers. I've memorized all the members of the Guild's Aural tracing, even Moirae when I first felt her with Light. We're on the right track.">
Raven tapped into her ability to "See". It was another reason her nickname within the Astral Virtue Guardianship had been "Demon's Eye". In truth, it had much more to do with her healing abilities. She "Saw" the lines of Vitality and Fatality, which appeared to her in a myriad and prismatic colors. Vibrant, rich Oranges and Golds, deep Azure, Cyan, Violet. Neutral Grays, Beige, and bright Whites. Few Celestial entities appeared in bright Gold and Silver. It were as though an artist took a pencil against a Black Canvas, and sketched out the Living. Rough contours and lines, that appeared in every wavelength. Some lines were thicker, others were thin. There were squiggles, waves, rick-racks and zig-zags. Some lines appeared violently jagged and broken, others pin-point straight. If it lived, be it just born or near death and anywhere in between, Raven could see it's contoured shape.
Raven longed to reach out, and smooth these lines, to fix them, and bring about a restorative healing. But she would need to See for other reasons. She would have to be mindful of the surroundings around them.
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Posted: Tue Sep 14, 2010 3:53 pm
Ki would glance back and smile knowing she wasnt scared, But he was, He fell to Darkness once, But was Saved by Light and Alettea. He would Look around and See the Feathers of Darkness, They were uneasy and Raven knew where to Head, This was a Good thing, Ki was Thrilled, But Tracking was becoming harder.
He Let go of her Hand to Kneel down to sniff one of the Feathers and Look down the Alley, His Hair would Raise on his body, Something Felt alittle off, Why would There be Leads to someone that didnt wanna be found? Or was it she Did wanna be found? Or Was it a Trap? Everything was running thru Ki's Head, He didnt wanna go into a Trap but he wanted to find the Angel and Find out what was going on, But he Wanted Naya, The Mage, He wanted finish what he Started when he First got here.
"Atleast your not Worried...Lets hope we atleast get a welcoming party, It is weird to find leads...Like to a Trap...You Ready?"
His Blaze would Die down however still Barely Lit so they could See, Atleast Ki could, His Right hand was Glowing a Fiery Blue, as his Left Held Ravens to help Lead her.
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Posted: Tue Sep 14, 2010 4:38 pm
Raven smiled in the dimness.
<"My comrades tell me that I am unnatural to work well under pressure. I am rarely surprised. I must always be ready. Be on your Guard--we're getting close.">
Even as she spoke, she drew upon the strength of her own Will. It exuded from her body, unseen energies coalescing in wavelengths that rippled through the air. Such was the nature of her Psychokinetic abilities. If they were ambushed, she'd promptly be prepared to defend. Raven remained mindful of the vibrations from the ground. The Elements she was connected with, and she used them to heighten her sense of information. The air brought sound waves and scents to her. The molecular scale of water droplets relayed the barometric pressure to her. The ground relayed movement to her. The warmth or lack of signaled people, creatures, and buildings. Each element interwoven into each other, cooperating at her leisure to read from her own environment what transpired around them.
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Posted: Tue Sep 14, 2010 6:37 pm
Jillyfro "You as well, Raven."
Aside from greeting her, Lucas would however remain silent as Raven spoke on behalf of her skills. Although strong willed and experienced in combat, Lucas would not entertain Oni with banter. Now was not the time to be honest, Lucas knew of Hell's ruler but nothing of his actual skills. And if Oni was anything like Lucas was then he was fully prepared to take on multiple opponents of high skill.
"Well, Oni, we seem to have a mutual understanding. Communication is important these days..."
"Ah, Red, I'm glad to see you. I'd like you to find General Grants and assist him as best you can. Let him know that you're in charge but keep in mind that he's more familiar with this realm. It's important that we keep St. Anne well protected and under control. Are you up for it?"
Red watched as Lucas addressed Oni, she was mildly curious as to whom Oni was, she hadn't heard his name before. The way Lucas talked to him made it seem as if they hadn't been on the right page on things before, and now they were. Or so it seemed, she couldn't be certain. As he spoke to her, she turned her crimson eyes to him, listening silently.
"I can do that. Where can I find this General?"
She hadn't heard this mans name either, she assumed there were many people she didn't know.
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Posted: Tue Sep 14, 2010 11:12 pm
OOC: Light please note theres some random messenger going to tell you one of the elders is sudgesting Takehitsu who knew the last leader of heaven as a mercenary..... Oni will hear the message too so I can actually get involved for once on a serious note. The entire Time Takehitsu has been on the guild he has not been involved in the story because he's been ignored... it kinda annoys me.
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Posted: Tue Sep 14, 2010 11:20 pm
(( Geeze...
I'm not going to ignore anyone. ))
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DarkKingJilly Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Sep 14, 2010 11:50 pm
OOC: Well I didn't know if my mesily post was actually seen ....
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Posted: Wed Sep 15, 2010 1:38 pm
 ~:'þɹɐƃʎᴎ ɯðþµʎM':~
Wyndom didn't have much clothing left on him after his transformation. He had some tattered rags still clinging to his waist and legs, but he would have to be careful not to get hit hard, as he didn't have his usual armored clothes. He still retained most of his face mask from the neck up, but there was a large tear which revealed his mouth area. His belt and wristbands of jewels were still intact, aside from the one jewel that Rogziel shattered, and Wyndom always had Tenbatsu attached to said jeweled belt. Unfortunately his dagger had been lost, as well as many of his other tools and kunai, he would have to make due without them for now.
Wyndom would wait patiently for Enoch to get warmed up, trying his best to suck in the natural energies in the immediate area to boost his strength up some more. He was only around 60% of his strength, so it was a losing battle from the start, but not an impossible one. His electrical treadmill was already seeping out into the floor, constantly expanding until it would encompass the entire room. Wyndom would let a smirk of his own unfold as Enoch vanished, his senses could keep up with his foe, but could his body? Suddenly Enoch was off the treadmills radar meaning he was air born. Wyndom wouldn't risk trying anything to stop Enoch without his armor, so he would duck down to the floor to dodge the leg which appeared in front of his chest. Wyndom would also spin counter-clockwise to track Enoch's movements as he touched down, back on the electrical treadmill. Senses tingling, Wyndom's claws and fangs would begin to protrude slightly, eager of the fight at hand; his tail twitched in anticipation, but unless Wyndom could figure out how to use it, it would simply get in the way as extra weight hanging behind him. Same went with his wings, which luckily stayed put inside of him for now.
Wyndom would hesitate on his counter-attack, still not sure of the limits of his body, how big it was, his new weight, etc. Technically he was stronger and faster now so with the extra weight he would be roughly the same, but that was all in theory, he wasn't sure how it would all play out in a fight. He could wind up tripping over his own two feet...maybe it was better to simply dodge for a bit as he got used to his body? At the very least, he would have to play defensive strategy for now. The thunderclouds overhead would be a great use to Wyndom as the battle dragged on, and for now he would begin mixing in his own little clouds above both fighters, high enough up that the gray storm-clouds masked the little white ones, making them unnoticeable to Enoch.
Wyndom would stand back up still keeping his eye on Enoch, trying to anticipate his next attack and search for some type of weakness. For starters, Wyndom figured his best advantage was that Enoch considered him to be weak...but how to use that?
 
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Posted: Thu Sep 16, 2010 1:46 pm
Devil-Steel Oni would only smile as he kept his temper under control. Under normal circumstances he would have let his temper flare. But these were far from normal circumstances. "Well maybe once things go back to normal with the balance we can test out your theory." Lucas would find out in due time just what Oni was capable of and learn why he gained the nickname of 'The Invincible Summoner'. "Well then Lucas, when do we get started? All of this talk is starting to wear on me. I'd love to get finished with this so I can get back to my own realm. Hell already lost one ruler without so much as a sign, and I don't plan on repeating that."
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Posted: Thu Sep 16, 2010 9:43 pm
(( Sorry for the hold up peoples. I'm trying to tame the bull that keeps shitting around my place. So forgive me if I come off as pissy...but I'm also trying to think of the best way to go about everyone's little sub-plot in this filler. ))
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DarkKingJilly Vice Captain
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Phantom_Knight_x_ Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Sep 16, 2010 10:54 pm
Єภøςђ
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tђє คℓקђค
Some whom deserve to die, live, and some whom deserve to live, die. This is the circle of life, and the only order in all of the decades is the order of justice - to which is supreme - but victims can rarely carry out justice, but instead it is up to those whom can. Never be too quick to administer justice in the form of death, for not even the wisest of men can always foresee all ends of truth.
In the end, justice is not the ideal of being mutual, but finding out what is right from the wrong and upholding it wherever it may be to purify into peace. Through diversity and strength, we create peace.♞------ ☠------ ♠
Enoch was no slouch, and when Wyndom dodged he could have easily whipped out another attack in time to possibly take a hit on Wyndom, but for now..nay. Defensive, eh? Most likely because his body is still feeling wear and tear...or perhaps is he testing his limits? Truthfully, Enoch could not actually narrow it down so easily with just one action from his opponent. No warrior could - or atleast not with full accuracy, a true warrior would always have to take in the accounts of other elements in battles. Or so, he was taught anyway. Inhaling deeply through his nose, Enoch would turn around to face Wyndom, sighing. "I'm impressed." With those words, the rainbow colored energy would begin to spew off of his form, almost like a goo or syrup, covering him and then absorbing into the ground. Once in contact, or rather absorbed by the ground - or whatever you'd call the emptiness they stood - it'd form into a pool of rainbow colored energy.
Of course, this would seem like a spastic melted rainbow sherbet as the colors would be changing consistently, like static, but prettier and not as spastic. Anyway, finally it would all pool around him and leave him dry and clean. Once he felt it was all down and over with, Enoch would begin walking his way over to Wyndom; however, the pool of energies would follow him. "It appears this will be a slow battle. So how about you talk about yourself, and I to you?"
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Posted: Fri Sep 17, 2010 11:53 am
(( I want a pet Bull...;.; I can barely keep my friends from calling me a Chinchilla. V.v Bet if I had a pet Bull that would cease. ))
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XOK-2: P.R.O.X.Y.
The Secondary Entity slipped silently among the wall, retreating from its Primary Source in the Alley. It remained flat against the wall, solidified by the intense surface tension. Though it retained the ability to meld and adapt to its surface, its SymbioEntity was aware not to bring too much suspicion to itself. It had been assigned to find the source of turmoil within the Realm its SymbioEntity remained.
Tremors within its core being indicated the use of sound waves. Each specific wavelength traversed through the fluid, transcending the harsh currents underneath the surface. It was able to compute information from such wavelengths. The density and mass of the object and several objects, the distance away it was. Soundlessly, in its Reflecting form, the clone disappeared around the corner of the alleyway.
The ground was constantly trembling, even to the untrained eye. The wavelengths that were intercepted were sorted through. The Entity leaned away from the wall, it's Human dissembling allowing it to slip past the few Celestial beings that chose to wander the streets. The differing frequencies allowed it to discern and follow the sounds of metal scraping. When it was certain there remained no one on the streets, the Entity burst into a shower of water; molecular particles surfed the natural thermals of the air, soaring into the air at swift speeds before re-coagulating. It took less than a single minute for droplets to form, meshing together and swirling, rehabilitating its Human SymbioEntity's appearance.
Now the Proxy began to advance, honing in on the frequencies of screaming caught within the air. It silently traversed across the rooftops of Heaven's Realm, preparing to execute the command of the Primary Source.
Prototype; Elemental Class-2:
Raven of
Organization
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Posted: Fri Sep 17, 2010 2:05 pm
~:'þɹɐƃʎᴎ ɯðþµʎM':~
Wyndom eyed the rainbow colored goo dripping off Enoch, wondering what its purpose was. His electrical treadmill would register the presence, so Wyndom would be informed of any sudden changes or movement caused by it.
He would again wait for Enoch to finish whatever he was doing, and wondered why the fighter said it would be a slow battle. From the looks of things it had started off decently fast enough, maybe he was simply stalling for time as his technique was completed? Time would help Wyndom as he regenerated more and more every minute, but waiting could also prove a fatal mistake. Nor was Wyndom the type to banter words with an opponent while there was business to attend to in another realm. No, Wyndom would not comply with Enoch's wishes this time, the fight needed to be over as quickly as possible. Of course, Wyndom wasn't rude he would give Enoch fair warning..."Not much to talk about, in my opinion...let's get to it!"
With those words still hanging in the air Wyndom would push off with his left foot and take two more steps to close the distance between the fighters in a head on collision. He would drop his left hip before launching himself upward towards Enoch, while gripping Tenbatsu's sheathe and thrusting the encased blade forward so that the pommel would strike Enoch's throat slightly before Wyndom's right knee would drive up and make contact with his stomach. Such a straight forward attack from Wyndom wasn't unheard of, but he was mainly using it to test out his body's limits. It was definitely faster, but just how hard could he hit now anyway? His right hand held Tenbatsu roughly halfway down the sheathe, and his left would be at the bottom, giving it extra momentum. After the final step, his left leg would remain on the ground as the driving force behind the attack. Overall it was a simple, brute attack that Wyndom expected to be countered and was prepared to react accordingly, but why place himself in such a horrible position?
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Posted: Fri Sep 17, 2010 4:50 pm
((No worries Froman. Take your time.))
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