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 Posted: Fri Feb 09, 2007 7:30 pm
*Sundel huffed as Kyiana assimilated the door. She beat her to the punch*
You get to have all the fun...I want to do something!
*And with this, she went to the nearest wall and punched a hole through it; seconds later, the entire wall would crumble into nothing*
What? This place needed some re-decorating....
*She followed close after he comrade as she walked through the door*
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Posted: Fri Feb 09, 2007 8:01 pm
Oh my! *Kaiori jerks her head in the direction of the loud noise. It sounded as if someone was taking down the house! She seems jumpy, but all these sudden noises were starting to get ridiculous.*
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Posted: Fri Feb 09, 2007 9:26 pm
*Kaiori suddenly turns, her children were in danger. Dropping everything she hits the button on the watch her son had made for her. She feels herself begin fall apart, there is a popping sound and a crack as she bursts into smoke, transporting back home.*
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Posted: Sun Feb 11, 2007 11:49 pm
Having been already darting from shadow to shadow, Draeken dropped from above the second shattered doorway just in time to see Sundel put a hole in a nearby wall. Growling with disgust he lands lightly on the balls of his feet, a katana in hand. "I know why you are here and you shall not get it as easily as you wish. You may outstrip myself and perhaps even my ancestor in strength, but I wont let you win without a fight." Were this a more relaxed situation, he would have laughed at the corniness of that little speech, but now was not the time for sarcasm or humor.
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Posted: Sun Feb 11, 2007 11:51 pm
As Draeken made his appearance at the entryway of the Mansion Truinthil shifted within the shadowy realm in which he hid for the time being. The time was almost right for him to present himself. So very near the time indeed for him to begin his own story apart from his original self. Apart from the Draeken of old.
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Posted: Mon Feb 12, 2007 2:41 am
Erudemasa smiled as wicked of a smile as he possibly could (which, all things considered, wasn't terribly threatening or intimidating) as he saw Draeken land, sword drawn and ready to fight. He stepped forward, past the two women, to address their foe.
"Ah, Draeken. So nice to see you again. I trust you had a pleasant respite? Did you have a nice breakfast? Can I get the recipe for whate-" Erudemasa coughed as he sensed himself getting sidetracked and continued his speech. "Anyways, you know why we are here, to take the soul of your ancestor from you and eliminate all traces of it! I would ask you to cooperate with this, but I think we both know that you won't. So therefore, we will be forced to take it by force!" Erudemasa began waving the spear around in a vaguely threatening manner before saying. "Now you shall taste the full martial abilities of the Avatar of Time!" He struck a dramatic pose, spear pointed directly at D. "LADIES! GO!"
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Posted: Mon Feb 12, 2007 11:23 am
*Without saying so much as a word Kyiana lunged forward as Erudemesa finished speaking with Draeken. Now was the time she had waited for for all this time. Her mission would be complete and her creator appeased.
As she surged forward, her left hand was poised to strike at Draeken's sword hand to try and disarm him before she went full bore into disabling him completely so that Sundel could remove the soul.*
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Posted: Mon Feb 12, 2007 11:31 am
The time had come. The time was now. Finaly his plans could be put into motion as he watched Kyiana move towards Draeken. To him, everything seemed to slow down as he became elated as he himself brought himself into action flying from the shadows on an intercept course with Kyiana. In his right hand was held a black bladed katana with a small amount of decoration on the blade. Despite its color the blade gave off a sickly gleam as it cut through the air, aimed to slide gently against the front of Kyiana's throat, using her momentum to apply the force needed to slit her throat.
He would not stop moving whether or not the attack drew blood or not. He would continue to the next patch of shadows and disappear once more.
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Posted: Mon Feb 12, 2007 11:36 am
*Kyiana stumbled to a halt, her eyes wide with shock as she put a hand to her throat where Truinthil's blade had cut clean through about one fourth the way through her neck. Blood gushing down her front quickly began to soak and stain her clothing. She smiled, however as her neck almost immidiately began to heal itself, seeming to zip shut from either side. When it was finished there wasnt a scar to mark where she had been assaulted, not even a bruise.*
Well...That was quite amusing. I hadn't expected Truinthil's little clone to attempt something like that.
*Starting to laugh, Kyiana shook her head only to pause and put her hand back to her throat. It had begun to swell, her breathing slowly becoming more and more labored.*
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Posted: Mon Feb 12, 2007 11:40 am
Draeken had readied himself as Kyiana advanced, but lowered his guard in shock as Truinthil attacked her. Was the man defending him? Yes, that would make sense seeing as how he too would cease to exist if these three before him succeeded. Growling, Draeken began to move forward now, aiming to try and strike Kyiana down while she was distracted. In the back of his mind, however, Old D was murmering about something concerning the woman's swelling throat. It was obvious to Draeken that it bothered the old man.
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Posted: Mon Feb 12, 2007 11:41 am
Xol leapt into the air rather acrobatically, using an air pulse to push off the metallic object that was moving towards him. The debris from it slamming into the wall would bounce harmlessly off his body. "Keh..." was all that escaped his lips before he turned, hovering in air and glaring down at the monstrosity of technology before him. "More robots?"
A black aura shadowed his left gauntlet. With a swipe of his arm it would release a torrent of dark matter towards the object that had so recklessly tried to smash him through a wall. The dark matter would act as a potect acidic substance in this case. If it were to hit, it would eat through the outer shell and into it's more important areas in a matter of seconds.
He senses turned to the roof above. Sai and Focht? "God damn the hussy moves fast." Xol chuckled, keeping tabs on the chaos around him, but more importantly the happenings where Draeken and the bunch were located.
An aftershadow was left in his wake as Xol surged upward, smashing through the roof and landing an odd ten or so feet away from the lovebirds. "So... I'm guessing our date is off then, eh Sai? Pity. I had such nice plans laid out. Looks like you'll have to watch Focht get the brunt of my anger for your... oh, what's the word... 'whorish' ways."
The Blades of Chaos appeared in his gauntleted hands, both sets of white hot chains moving almost snake-like around his arms. With out a moment of hesitation, both blades were sent out, hissing through the air like some unholy beast ready to devour a hapless soul. One arced up into the sky while the other shot straight towards Focht's chest. "We've put this off for far too long Anastasius..."
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Posted: Mon Feb 12, 2007 11:42 am
"Ah ah ahhh! You can just stay right where you are, Draeken! Truinthil chided as he again flew from the shadows, this time coming diagonaly downward from Draekens left side. As he fell with great speed, he aimed his sword at Draekens side, just below the man's ribs. As was obvious he inteded to impale Draeken on the sword.
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Posted: Mon Feb 12, 2007 11:47 am
Caught by surprise Draeken tried to turn and counter the attack, but misjudged where Truinthil's blade was and how it was aimed. Having turned to face Truinthil, the blade would slide with a certain amount of unease, right through his sternum through his body and just miss his spine so as to allow the sword point to protrude out his back. His eyes wide in shock and pain, Draeken dropped his own sword and foolishly grabbed Truinthil's which immidieatly made his hands begin bleeding from deep cuts as he tried to push against the blade. "I...You..." was all he could mutter before the old man in his head began yammering loudly about the blade that was now currently residing in Draeken's body. Draeken was entering shock, however and really couldnt make out what his ancestor was screaming at him. Apparantly it was urgent.
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Posted: Mon Feb 12, 2007 11:58 am
Chuckling low in his throat, Truinthil savagely pulled the blade free of Draeken as he landed lightly on his toes. "I'm guessing the old codger in your head recognizes this blade. He created it to combat angels and their annoying habit of returning from such grievous wounds that would have been fatal to most any other race. It's poisoned young Draeken and there isnt an antidote. Never was, though I'm sure the old man in your head knows how to create one. Sadly, you wont have time. It acts fast, breaking down the genetic make-up of your body and eventually acting as if it were an acid to destroy your body. Oh, but that's not the best part! That wouldnt have been enough to destroy the beings this blade was intended to kill, no. It will also destroy your very soul and that old man's along with yours. It will make sure that these three over here have no chance to do what they wish with that old man's soul."
Laughing lightly as he turned to face Kyiana and the other two annoying beings, Truinthil shook his head. "The same fate will be shared by Kyiana here. I'm tempted to make the wimp share it too. Sundel...Heh...You always amused me and you are needed to keep the balance between life and death, so I wont dispatch you. I have no intent on becoming a reaper like the original Truinthil was, once upon a time."
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Posted: Mon Feb 12, 2007 12:01 pm
*Eyes widening with each word that Truinthil uttered, Kyiana began to shake her head violently, clawing at her throat as the skin there began to turn black. Her face was already beginning to change color as well, but from lack of air. Her eyes were becoming blood shot as she collapsed to the floor, spasming, the poison taking it's effect on her body, turning her innards to liquid, her entire body slowly turning black. All the while she started hatred at Truinthil.*
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