|
|
|
|
|
|
|
AnqeIicDemise Vice Captain
|
 Posted: Fri Oct 07, 2005 10:04 pm
Raven fiddled about with the strewn over contents of her pack in desperate search for the one item that would help her escape her stone prison. Time was of an essense. Despite the fact that there was a powerful field about her slender form as to protect her from being crushed, it was only due time before it crumbled beneath the shattered objects around them. "Come on.. Baka.. you must have purchased something of good use. Well.. something of use to anyone other than you."
The contents were simple-- two pez containers and their refills, a handful of marbles, several small glass bottles that resemebled mini vodka samplers, a bag of paperclips, lint and finally a pipe with its tobacco. "soul-separators, smoke bombs, balls of lighting/darkness, holy water, soul traps, lint and implements of sin. Great... "
Slowly the nun gathered the items and tucked them away before taking a seat. Surely, this was not the way God had planned her to die--right? No. Certainly not. Sister Raven had faced demons, ghosts, phantoms and other paranormal creatures in her short life and not once had she come close to death. Surely, a couple of boulders were not going to kill her.
Right?
"Well... maybe death won't be so bad-- I can separate my soul and body then go look for he-- wait. Not everybody can see the dead." As she spoke to herself she stroked the weapon she'd unsheathed and placed across her lap. The sword was more than a weapon to the novice; it was a friend, a protector and a confidant. "Sammael, there must be something."
After a few moments of deep thought, the nun finally shifted and poked at the exit upon which she'd made the little boy go through. It was small-- much too small for her to fit through. Tentatively she poked her hand out and pushed in an attempt to see how far she could go: the arm, accompanying shoulder and breast could make it out but neither head nor hip could go through. Slowly the arm sank back into the hole its hand gently feeling the exit.
There was a danger of moving too many pieces of crumbled stone at once as to cause the exit to be permanently shut. Sister Raven could not see how the stones were piled atop of each other so as to decipher which piece to take off first either. 'Twas an interesting cunundrum, but it did not bother the strange soilder of God.
" 'lets get the body-shrinking pills, Sister Prude!', he said... 'I fear you might wonder about the skirts of unsuspecting women,' I said. 'But you never know when you might need to be small enough to rival a midget!' he exclaimed... and I had to smack him upside the head with newspaper instead." Raven rolled her eyes, as she took a deep breath. "Had I known you were testing me Father, I would have given a different answer..."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Oct 07, 2005 11:40 pm
((Jouji, I changed my mind, I think I'll let Neitsa stay a little while longer, or at least end this differently))
"Well miss Cerise, I..." He stopped there within his sentance, suddenly noticing the titan. Now, Baza wasen't slow, but sometimes he was a little too ignorant of what was going on around him. The selling and trading was rather distracting, and he usually only picked up on what seemed to be 'innocent' voices. This fox merchant was so creepy, he could determine if someone was an easy target just by their voice. This sole fact made him miss the demon and the towering warrior fighting.
Baza froze on the spot, how could he have not seen this presence before? The fox merchant cursed under his breath, and his grin didn't look so creepy and jolly as it always had, it was somewhat going down, but he was still smiling. He knew this man, oh how he knew him well, this titan was so easily ripped off, the fox merchant actually felt pity for him, sometimes.
It was not the man who he feared, oh no, for if he had been here for awhile, it only meant one thing: The others would come. Baza, as if a lightning bolt hit his brain, suddenly understood why he was heraing screaming and fighting, dismissing it as some dumb fight between merchants with explosives.Why, why had the fox merchant not noticed? Now he had to run, he had to get out, before getting his ears screamed off by a certain someone.
Off he went! With a quick leap and a few gallops, the pink pile of clothing that he was going to trade with Cerise was gone, and his feet were tapping against the stone as fast as they could, fleeing form the citadel and whoever was going to go in it. What a coward he was, which only fit into his merchant like qualities.
After most of the smoke cleared, the powerful warrior heard Bakemono once again, even though most of his hearing was thrown off. Without a doubt he paused a bit, standing on the wall before leaping again. Though mentioned, it is clear to say that the demon had alot of luck on his side, the titan was going to once again use the same 'move' against his offender, which was a very rare sight indeed, as mentioned before.
The second wall crumbled like dirt as the towering man used his powerful legs to push against the cracked wall. The air ripped away once again as he charged at a speed most would consider supernatural, especailly since he was even more mad than before, this powerful charge could take down any fighter in one shot.
Out of the sky, a dim light is seen, soon coming into full view, and smacking into the titan. As if it was god's own hand that striked him with this blow of pure holy light, the powerful warrior fell faster than the rubble he caused. Into the stone floor he went, crashing in an area and sliding across the citadel bottom, rock flying everywhere, as if it was simply snow that he was falling on. Saddly enough, the blow made him smack into another wall, causing part of it to fall on him.
Most of the merchants were stunned, what in god's good name did that to the titan? Was he knocked out? Most thought that until a large heat wave invaded the area, the towering man bursting out of the stone as if he had just emerged from a deep ocean, sending stones everywhere as if they were nothing. His skin was a deep red, and steaming like a bowl of soup.
A feminine figure could be seen faling out form the sky, feet first. She was fallign rather fast, wearing some sort of cloak, which danced about as she fell. Before touching the hard ground, she whispered a few words, practically mumbling them out so no one would hear. Transparent wings appeared on the woman's back, slowing her fall as if she was a gentle feather. The wings were obviously that of an angel's, and were summoned illusions, since most of the merchants saw through them, meaning they were not physically there.
The wings slid along her back as she kneeled. They disappeared into thin air, their job of landing the graceful lady was now done. Anyone with any sense for auras would feel strong and positive waves coming from this powerful woman, not to mention that attack was of pure holy light. Though she was very pure, she didn't look like it. A brown leather cowboy hat adorned her head, accompanied with her hair that flowed down to her jaw, those milky brown locks covering her right eye.
As she lifted herself away form the ground to stand straight, her cloak followed her figure, revealing that beneath the thick material was a body most women would be jealous of, but she didn't seem like a lady that cared too much about appearance. That left eye of hers, which matched her hair, was merely watching the powerful warrior errupt from the pile of rock.
"Calm yourself Neitsabes" She said with a voice that sounded like a whisper form a cloud. "You're about to hurt the others around you" She went on, trying to calm the mass of anger down. God knew she was one of the only ones that could calm the beast down after such an event, and she always made sure this one was kept under check. She started pacing towards Neitsabes at an easy flow, her walking was as graceful as a dove, the cloak around her flowing with every step.
((Dun dun dun!))
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Oct 08, 2005 7:55 am
Alexander had stopped in his small chase of Shainal to look back on the fight going on deeper into the Citadel. But it wasn't the titan and the warrior he had his eyes on now, it was a new figure that had appeared out of the sky. He stared over at the woman with a mild interest, his silver eyes sparkling in the dark like to two diamonds focused directly on her. He had seen the quite impressive entrance she had made on those transparent wings, and couldn't help but look on. His vision was very acute, even at this distance, and he could tell that she was very attractive. Men will be men, sometimes. He had been slowly dropping his gaze from her lovely face, down to her curvacious body when a tingling in his right hand reminded him that his wife was in walking distance.
Alexander turned away from the woman abruptly, her beauty being tossed from his mind like an old memory. Could Alexander be swayed to love anyone more than he loved Shainal? Probably. Could he be swayed into finding someone more attractive than he found his wife. Eh...Who knows. He definately didn't seem like the type of man to love more than once in a life time, but then there are plently of things unknown about him. Glancing down at his hand, the small diamond shaped scar on his palm glittered with a blue light. Shainal had never noticed it before, because she spent a lot of her time getting as far away from Alexander as possible, but it was something she too had on her hand and it was what kept Alexander on her toes at all times. The tingling sensation seemed to grow stronger as Alexander neared the church.
Never before had he doubted the insignia on his hand, but he did then. Shainal in a church? No, not ever. She was deathly afraid of churches to his knowledge. Ever since he dragged her there to get married. A memory still fresh in his mind.
He stared over at the church not attempting to enter it without complete confirmation that his wife was inside. Although he didn't fear churches, he tried not to enter them unless it was necessary. He too was a fierce sinner, much like Shainal. And although she did not fear the wrath of God, he had his beliefs about sinners walking into the house of the Lord, yes indeed.
A little boy came running by, a ghastly expression on his face. He seemed to be coming from the direction of all the ruckus in the Citadel. A fight that was growing stronger still because there were several screams being heard and plenty of people fleeing from the area.
Alexander leaned over and placed a long arm in the path of the small boy, who bumped up against it and stopped in his intense run.
"Hello."
Alexander had a pleasant smile on his face as he looked down upon the child.
"What seems to be the hurry?"
At the question, the little boy burst into a heaping sob and streams of tears. Alexander blinked and placed his other hand ontop of the boys head, patting it gently.
"There there, you can tell me."
The boy managed to speak through his sobbing, an ability Alexander gave him credit for in his current condition.
"There was this lady...a nun...and...the pillars...the titan and...that demon..it fell on her..and she was..trapped and..I ran away..."
Soooo maybe the boy hardly made any sense? He had tried. Alexander already had his hand on the boys head, and while the child sputtered about with his story, the enchanting looking man took it upon himself to read the childs thoughts. He pieced the story together better from there. He had finished just as the boy had finished his story and so he gave the child a strong rub on his back.
Opening his cloak up just slightly, he pulled a small vial from an inner pocket and handed it to the boy. The mixture inside was of a light purple hue and sparkled as though he had mixed stars out of the very sky into it.
"Here, drink this. It will make you feel better."
The little boy didn't ask any questions, but took the vial and opened it up, gulping down its contents.
Good thing I hadn't handed him poison, Alexander thought to himself. In a matter of seconds the boys crying had come to a still and he was blinking and trying to figure out himself just what had happened. He no longer felt sad, although the memory of the nun was still in his mind, and the will to cry had left him. Now lets get this straight, he wasn't exactly happy either. He had just sort of mellowed out for the time being. An apathetic nature about him.
Alexander smiled and gave the boy a shake.
"There you are. Much better. Now in exchange for that there drink, i'm going to need a favor out of you."
The little boy shrugged his shoulders, an action that made Alexander want to smile a little wider. Pointing a long cloaked arm towards the church, he spoke.
"I need you to enter the church and tell me if there is a woman in there. She will be wearing an extremely large fur coat and probably looking scared out of her wits."
The boy nodded and walked up to the oak doors of the church, entering inside. Alexander waited patiently outside for him.
The boy walked inside and spotted the woman in the fur coat kneeling over by the red candles. He paid no mind to the cloaked figures that were quite near to her, but just walked up to her silently. She hadn't stirred not one bit, but although her eyes were closed, there still was a terrified look to her slightly shadowed face. He then turned and walked away from her, back through the oak doors of the church. When he exited through the last double doors, Alexander was still there waiting.
Walking up to him he nodded his head.
"There's a lady just like that in there."
Alexander thanked the small boy and sent him on his way. The potion would wear off of him in an hour or so. Now all that was left was to get to his wife. How in the world did she find the courage to enter a church? Alexander began to wonder if Shainal really didn't like him. Come to think of it, they didn't exactly have a to die for Honeymoon either. They were married for years and had never not once entertained themselves with each other. Sure, Alexander tried to initiate a little love making now and again, but each time he did she would flee him in terror. (Intelligent man, but oblivious when it comes to his own wife. Much like many other men. xp )
Alexander walked up the steps that lead to the entrance of the church and took a deep breathe before walking in through the doors. He didn't stop to observe his surroundings like Shainal had, but continued on through the second set of doors and into the main room of the church. As soon as he was through the doors, he spotted her immediately. She was kneeling at the front of the church. There was a cloaked figure standing much too close to her for Alexanders comfort and Shainal seemed to be trembling under the hand on her shoulder. Alexander was inwardly fuming, although it never showed.
In his deep and demanding voice he called out to her.
"Shainal, that's enough. Lets go."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Oct 08, 2005 8:11 am
The warrior lifted a hand and pushed the bits of rubble that the titan had sent towards him to the ground, although even if he didn't they would hardly have been dangerous, he just didn't want to get his clothes dirty. "What a large man... Is his skin always that red?" He chuckled to himself.
"Now would be a good time..." He walked over to a pile of rubble and made a lifting gesture with his left hand. Several large rocks, along with the nearby smaller pieces, lifted into the air, and the largest of the pieces hovered down in front of him. The ground beneath him lifted up into a pillar and he hopped onto the rock, and hovered away to watch the two fighting from above.
"Sometimes being an earth knight can come in handy..." For that was exactly what he was; a knight with the amazing ability to control the dirt and stone to do his bidding. "reconnaissance... complete." He still used military terms, even though he was retired from that.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Oct 08, 2005 3:20 pm
AnqeIicDemise Raven fiddled about with the strewn over contents of her pack in desperate search for the one item that would help her escape her stone prison. Time was of an essense. Despite the fact that there was a powerful field about her slender form as to protect her from being crushed, it was only due time before it crumbled beneath the shattered objects around them. "Come on.. Baka.. you must have purchased something of good use. Well.. something of use to anyone other than you." The contents were simple-- two pez containers and their refills, a handful of marbles, several small glass bottles that resemebled mini vodka samplers, a bag of paperclips, lint and finally a pipe with its tobacco. "soul-separators, smoke bombs, balls of lighting/darkness, holy water, soul traps, lint and implements of sin. Great... " Slowly the nun gathered the items and tucked them away before taking a seat. Surely, this was not the way God had planned her to die--right? No. Certainly not. Sister Raven had faced demons, ghosts, phantoms and other paranormal creatures in her short life and not once had she come close to death. Surely, a couple of boulders were not going to kill her. Right? "Well... maybe death won't be so bad-- I can separate my soul and body then go look for he-- wait. Not everybody can see the dead." As she spoke to herself she stroked the weapon she'd unsheathed and placed across her lap. The sword was more than a weapon to the novice; it was a friend, a protector and a confidant. "Sammael, there must be something." After a few moments of deep thought, the nun finally shifted and poked at the exit upon which she'd made the little boy go through. It was small-- much too small for her to fit through. Tentatively she poked her hand out and pushed in an attempt to see how far she could go: the arm, accompanying shoulder and breast could make it out but neither head nor hip could go through. Slowly the arm sank back into the hole its hand gently feeling the exit. There was a danger of moving too many pieces of crumbled stone at once as to cause the exit to be permanently shut. Sister Raven could not see how the stones were piled atop of each other so as to decipher which piece to take off first either. 'Twas an interesting cunundrum, but it did not bother the strange soilder of God. " 'lets get the body-shrinking pills, Sister Prude!', he said... 'I fear you might wonder about the skirts of unsuspecting women,' I said. 'But you never know when you might need to be small enough to rival a midget!' he exclaimed... and I had to smack him upside the head with newspaper instead." Raven rolled her eyes, as she took a deep breath. "Had I known you were testing me Father, I would have given a different answer..." Bakemono lowered himself into a crouched state, ready to once more move out of the way of the charging bull that was this 'Neitsabes.' He was so certain that he had won, and he would once more get himself in good with the good lord! However out of no where, if Bakemono didn't know better, the hand of God himself struck the raging beast of a man down. Bakemono didn't like it, at all.
He stuck around not even long enough to see what became of the giant but instead those ruby eyes quickly left the obviously ended battle, and off to find his supposed keeper. What ever became of that stupid novice nun anyway? However, the blasted Sister Prude was not in sight - nor in range of ear it would seem as he couldn't see the youthful servant of God.
Well, that was until he saw a hand poking out of a pile of rubble, and what appeared to be..a breast? Ah, yes, Bakemono knew who it was now! Sister Prude had gotten herself burried under a pile of rocks! Now, while Bakemono was a tactical genius he wasn't the.. Shall we say, brightest tool in the shed? (( xd )) Nodding once, because obviously Raven was safe, Bakemono looked elsewhere. However, once it sunk in that his keeper was in danger, Bakemono swatted his forehead. "I'm in trouble, aren't I?" While he lacked the sneezes of someone bad mouthing him and the ringing ears, Bakemono could only guess what would become of himself later on.
"I should run, shouldn't I?" Ah, yes, that was probably the wisest thing to do. After all, what was better than getting out of Raven's striking range? "..However, the Order has a longer reach. I'll be sent back to Hell when they find me. If I'm that lucky." Groaning, Bakemono stretched his nude self out across the gargoyles shoulders which he sat upon.
A few seconds of thought resulted in him snapping his fingers, obviously he got quite the bright idea! "I'll save her stupid a**, get her out of that mess, and all will be fine!" Now, obviously, in order for this plan to work Bakemono would have to sound worried. Clearing his throat, tossed his spear to the ground and quickly leaped off the gargoyle upon which he stood. "Baka yarou!" He shouted in his native tongue, the phrase being able to be translated to something along the lines of 'Dumbass!' or 'Stupid b***h!'
He did well to make his wave faulter as he made contact to the ground his legs bending at the knees to slow - and eventually break his fall as his knees softly met the ground, it was at that point he took off sprinting. He needed to make the view look realistic - as if he had franticly rushed off to her rescue. There for along the way he shoved a wandering merchant out of his way - and even went as far as to sock someone who almost got in his way leaving ehind a bloody nose!
Now, of course, once he actually reached the rubble he began to observe what he could do to help. Bakemono was a strong man, but it was not wise to just start moving the rocks out of the way. If one rock was moved, the whole thing could cave, unless there was something there to take it's place.
Spotting a particularly large mass of rock at the bottom of the pile he crouched down to begin to push it out of the way. One hand at work suppoting the rest of the pile while the boulder was pushed into the dome of rock with hand and foot. He, too, was saving a life risking his own arms to do so. Hell, he even bent a finger nail back loosening the large rock! "God, if this doesn't at least fix some of the wrongs I've done I'm gonna be mighty pissed!" Because, after all, he very well could have left her behind!
..It was done in greed though. Alas! Raven would hear an ear full once he got her out of the pile. After all, she was also his ticket to Heaven!
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Oct 08, 2005 3:36 pm
Ty's eyes widened as she watched the demon and the titan. It seemed their goal was not only to kill everyone but to destroy the ciatdel as well. They were bouncing around on the pillars as if they were not the very things that held the roof up around them. She watched from her distance as a small crowd began to gather, " Fools all of them." Even the man that was behind the very stall she was standing in front of had left to watch the excitement. While he was gone Ty helped herself to another little treat. Well what did the man expect when he left his things un manned to watch a fight that could very well end his life. If that did indeed happen she would be sad sure, but that would not stop her from taking the stand as her own. At least she wouldn't have to keep moving up and about and she wouldn't have to pay others. Aye it was a good plan indeed. Now all the man had to do was comply. Too bad he wasn't close enough to get hurt. Well one could dream couldn't they?
It was nagging at her. By damn and she hated the sound it was so annoying she wished she could just plunge her ears to it. Ty looked over her shoulder and growled. It was a woman and she was dressed in pink. Her voice was like a knife that shot through her heart and then yanked it out of her body. Nay it wasn't the pitch of the woman's voice that annoyed her but the happiness that seemed to be bubbling around the woman. Aye that was what annoyed her this bubbly happiness. For a moment Ty envisioned herself clasping her arms around the woman's neck and just choking her until she was as pink as all the things she was wearing. There were two men with her and one looked a bit unstable and the other was so dainty he was cute even.
Fascinated by the trio she continued to watch. The cute one it seems was a bit weak. It looked like he could barely hold himself up. The other man all but shoved something down his throat and her eyes widened as she wondered well what the heck was going on then. Was she interested ..of course she was who wouldn't be after seeing a man shove something down another man's mouth. Ty's eyebrow arched, now that she had gone over that statement in her mind it did sound a bit odd. Chuckling she turned her attention back to the small group just as the little one seemed to fall out. Luckily the big guy was quick on his feet and he caught the man before he fell. She grinned. Were they going to rob the man then? Perhaps they would leave a few pieces for her to take from him once they left. From where she was standing it appeared the woman was more than just a bit agitated by the big man. The scene was just to much for her to just wait around. Curiosity killed the succubus, perhaps she could even draw some energy from the man without the others knowing. It would surly give her a buzz to do so. It would really give her a buzz to get some from the giant.
Stopping in her tracks she looked up to see just where the titan and the demon were. Her eyes narrowed because she could swear she saw some woman dancing on air. Shaking her head she looked again and by damn if a woman wasn't coming down towards the titan. All be damned she had never seen anything like that before. It wasn't that she hadn't heard it just that she hadn't seen it. Shrugging her shoulders she was turning back to the trio when she saw an man marching towards the church. Well now didn't she just have the best view in the whole citadel. Grinning she watched until he disappeared inside. Looking back over at the other three she finished crossing the distance and lounged near by so it wouldn't look as though she was eavesdropping even though that was just what she was doing indeed. Well it wasn't like other people didn't do it every day. Why should she feel ashamed because she was doing it. She wouldn't for pete's sake it was a part of nature. Every being had a curious side to them. Even though she was more interested in how she could take the last of the man's energy. Well not the last but near the last. Surly there was a healer around that could bring him back. It just wouldn't be her.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Oct 08, 2005 6:41 pm
Zandar jumped off his pillar. It crumbled as his feet left it and he fell harmlessly to the ground. "Utter decimation never was so disappointing." zandar was almost tempted to bring the Citadel down himself, even though it was on the verge already anyways. He just imagined knocking the place down silently, breaking each pillar silently and swiftly, then disappearing away out of sight.
He was somewhat glad that the large man, obviously named Neitsabes from what he gathered from the new person on the scene, had finally been stopped. The demon had only managed to further anger the raging man. He looked down with his hidden face blushing as he found his eyes lingering on the woman who had just gotten here. Even those who are not wholy human still have those sort of... feelings. There was a part of him that personified lust; and love as well.
His hat fluttered away with the wind, and before it could move out of arm's reach, his hand shot up and pulled it back into his head. He looked around to make sure no one had seen him, and silently slipped into the shadows to watch the declining action.
The knight watched the woman's intervention, and the demon's approach to the pile of rubble. He leapt from rock to rock down a stairway to the ground as the rocks moved in the way, then disintegrated as his feet left them. The smallest one he could stand on was right behind the demon.
"Excuse me." He uttered in a deep voice at the demon and hopped from his rock to the ground. "Do you need any help?" A few pebbles lifted from the ground and twirled around him, finally landing back on the ground. "I think I could be of quite a bit of help lifting this rubble."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Oct 08, 2005 8:41 pm
Cherry screamed. It was a loud, high-pitched, defeaning sound. If Baza had simply noticed the titan, then she had noticed it tenfold. With her psychic abilities, the girl could not only see the creature but also feel its aura. And this was one crazy aura.
"Ok, ok!" she chorused. "Keep calm, Cerise! This is no big deal and--" Her jaw dropped as Baza disappeared into the distance. He was just going to leave the healer and the unconscious elf alone to fend for themselves? What a gentleman!
"Baza, you jerk!" She tossed her apple core at his retreating form. But the situation was so involved that she didn't even bother to aid its flight with her telekinetics. And even though she felt a new presence listening in nearby (not many things got passed Cherry's radar), she didn't bother to comment. Right now it was full out panic time!
Unfortunately for Cherry, she couldn't afford to do anything of the sort. Her eyes shut for a moment in a frantic effort to calm and focus herself. It wasn't working.
A dainty figure moved confidently through the Citadel. Her silken, gold-colored hair was pulled into a genie-esque ponytail. Said ponytail whipped about in the wind--a wind that was made all dramatic by the fact that the blonde girl was literally floating through the air.
"Cerise!" she cried. "Cerise, I know you're here! Where the h--" She cut herself off rather abruptly when her luminous green eyes fell upon the nearby titan. But, apparently this woman was a great deal more mature than the one she sought, for she quickly regained her composure.
She narrowed her eyes in suspicion and quickly lowered herself to the ground. It was probably best not to attract notice, no matter how irritating walking might be. Luckily her target was somewhere nearby. The blonde winced as a sharp scream caught her ears; there was only one girl she knew who could screech like that.
Moving to a sprint, she skidded down the aisle and turned a corner toward the direction of the sound. Her precision of direction was remarkable. Sure enough, at the end of the next aisle, she found Cherry panicking over the unconscious form of an elf.
"Cerise!" the woman repeated. "Where have you been?"
A familiar voice caught Cherry's ears, and her eyes burst open. She turned her startled gaze upon the speaker.
"Pammie!" she squealed, clearly delighted. Ignoring 'Pammie's' accusatory tone, Cherry proceeded to dash over and embrace the girl. "Oh, I need your help! Did you see that icky monster? Did you come to save me? How'd you find me?"
The blonde sighed and squirmed in Cherry's death grip. Her green eyes locked on Cherry's bright brown ones, and she gave the girl a sharp glare. "That's Pomme, Cerise. Pomme!" she cried in exasperation. "How many times do I have to tell you to stop calling me that...?" But Cherry simply began a string of questions, unperturbed.
"Yes, you need my help," Pomme replied. "Yes, I saw it. No, I did not come to help, but I suppose I'm going to have to help you. And I followed the trail of candy wrappers and distraught-looking people, obviously." Oh, yes, this girl was definitely precise. To answer all of Cherry's questions and in order was an amazing feat, considering the speed with which the redhead spoke. "And how many times do I have to tell you? Quand tu parles a ta souer, tu dois parler francais!" When you speak to your sister, you have to speak French!
Cherry released her grip on Pammie. She moved back a step and stuck her tongue out. "You're such a meanie!" she said. "You're only six and three quarter minutes older than me! You can't talk to me like that!"
"Oh, please, Cherry," Pomme drawled. "You act like I'm at least five years older than you! After all, was it me who took three cabs to get to some marketplace? Was it me who ran off from boarding school--twice, I might add--to live in a haunted hotel? You even took my favorite black boots!
"And now, it's going to be me who has to end this stupid argument and get us out of the way," she finished. Another sigh escaped her lips, and she rubbed at her head in clear annoyance. It was hard to believe this was her sister, much less her twin. Aside from their completely opposite personalities, their skills and clothes even contrasted. Cherry could speak telepathically, Pammie could 'fly'. Cherry could lift small objects, Pammie could start small earthquakes. Cherry could heal, Pammie could cast poison spells. The only traits they shared were slight prescience (Cherry's was definitely stronger) and the ability to read auras. In short, while the redhead was more inclined for support abilities, her sister was a definite fighter.
Pomme slapped her forehead when she noticed what her sister wore. It was so irritating when they dressed alike, but being twins, sometimes, they thought alike. She shuddered at the thought. While her dress was exactly like Cherry's in form--a tube dress with circle buttons up the front--hers was much less bright; instead of bubble-gum pink, hers was pale green. Plus, she'd skipped the bright stockings in favor of knee-high black boots.
"Anyway, why are we still standing here, again?"
Cherry pouted at her sister. "Because we can't go anywhere, stupid!" she cried. She gestured angrily at the unconscious form of Wil. "See? We can't just leave him! Come on, Pammie! You have to do something to help him!"
"But you're the healer!"
"Am not!" Cherry screeched. Her sister shot her an incredulous look, making her think twice. "Well, ok, I guess I am..."
With a little hmph, the redhead knelt beside the elf. She pressed her hands together in a prayer-like stance, and a soft, glowing pink light engulfed the body in front of her. "I hope this works," she murmured. "I can only try to remove the sedative like I remove poisons..."
She shut her eyes to further concentrate, and the pink light grew brighter and brighter. When it finally disappeared and her eyes reopened, Cherry had to blink to readjust to the regular light. She poked the elf doubtfully with one thin index finger.
"Um, did it work? Hello?"
{Long post! But, it should be a quick read since I used so much dialogue. Anyway, that was a really crappy character entrance post, but whenever I use Cherry, I always allude to her family. I thought it might be funny to actually include her.}
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Oct 08, 2005 10:30 pm
((Can someone please explain to me what the situation is at the moment so that I may jump right in, if that is okay?))
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Oct 09, 2005 12:17 am
Thank you, God... Thought Raven as a naked leg fell into her line of vision. She recognized its shape, pallour and overall, nudity. A part of her was relieved, as it was obvious that there was someone out there who could -- and was willing to-- save her, but another was simply enraged. The concern on Bakemono's voice was far from genuine.
Still, she remained silent while the rocks where moved on out of the way. Just a few more and she'd be able to squeeze on out of there. First, I will thank you, and second I will kill you... or at least make the rest of your day as miserable as mine has been. That I will do, stupid demon.
"Don't move," came her calm responce after a few moments. "I'm letting Sammel out..." Surely, the young nun was not speaking of the real Angel of Death and preconcieved ruler of the fifth realm of hell. Had he been there, none of the events that had occured would have happened -- or worse. Sammael, as it turned out, was three and a half feet of polished, holy steel emblazoned with arcaic, strange hieroglyphs along the blade. Bronze and gold plated steel made up the pommel in the shape of a crouched, winged creature with the four humanoid faces and taloned feet. The double-edged, broad sword was a true beauty...a rare and unique beauty that had left even the pious members of the elite Mandatum filled with jealousy.
Bakemono, upon hearing the name 'Sammael' knew he should keep still. That weapon was not the somewhat, ordinary and seemingly ceremonial sword it looked like: Sammael was rumored to have been wielded by the archangel Michael himself, forged by the hand of God and with the blood of Death within its blade. All it took was any form of physical contact on the demon's part and he'd be in agony. Just how had the novice come to own such a weapon?
"Stop squirming, damnit-- do you want to die by accident?" With that, one of her hands shot out and slapped the demon on the shin as to leave a red mark on his flesh. The sound of that brisk contact carried its own sting and one could only imagine the slight burning sensation the guy was feeling. But he knew it was nothing compared to what it could await him should he touch that blade...
At last Sammel came to rest just outside the rubble but the hand that held it refused to let go. Seemingly delicate and slender knuckles were then pressed against the sharp debris to the point that blood commenced to stain their pale countenance. Still, Sister Raven did not loose her hold on the intricate pummel.
A second arm poked through the debris and began to pull furiously until the veil-covered head of the trapped victim popped out. Still soaked, the white material had acquired a see-through and blueish color to it as it clung to equally wet locks of hair. That svelte, female figure squirmed along still until half of her torso was out of the hole before stopping. "I'm stuck."
And she was.
The nun's wooden rosary had gotten caught on something between the sharp rocks and now she could neither move forth or back. The large beads that clung to her waist had gotten jammed against the sides of the hole, making the task of escape that much more difficult. Aggravated, the girl lifted her head in an attempt to look at the demon's face when....
Her eyes grew wide in shock and her already pale complexion lost what color it had been blessed with. Her mouth fell open in disbelief and breathing was a difficult task. OH, MY GOD!!
If Sister Prude's mind was made of glass, onlookers would have heard it shatter.
"FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, CAN'T YOU PUT SOMETHING ON?!"
The girl's face had turned to a bright shade of red and her eyes squeezed shut. It was one thing to see Bakemono's bare a** -- and his bare toosh had been the first one she had ever seen, by the way.-- but it was another to...
Well...now Sister Raven Paravincini had an image that could send Sister Maribel to the grave now forever embedded into her brain.. After all, Sister Maribel was the one nun who claimed that Sister Raven's three inches of bare flesh was just downright indecent.
|
|
|
|
|
|
AnqeIicDemise Vice Captain
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Oct 09, 2005 11:49 am
Quinta skipped over to the still form of Bagel, her dainty hooves making faint pinging noises as they tapped against the cracked cobblestones. Upon reaching his figure, she paused to stare at the piller beside him. Having been fixed by Bagel's power it looked newer then the other pillers, cleaner even. Running her milky white hands over the cool stone, she smiled happily.
If only she had a power like that! Sure having the ability to form bonds between herself and others was fun and all, but it lacked excitement. The little sheep craved excitement, but was usually powerless to cause the kind of excitement she loved. Destruction was a must, but different things like Bagel's alchemy always added a little flair as well.
Pulling back the sleeves of her heavy cloaks, her eyes rested on the black substence that incircled her wrists. Starting on the back of her wrists, the metalic black substence went vitrically down the back of her wrist to the back of her hand, where it split in two until it came to two points on either side of her middle finger. It was held in place by four hook-like strands that flowed down from the vertical body to close around the bottem of her wrist. It was difficult to determine what the substence was made of. Black and shiny it had a metallic gleem, but it wasn't megnetic. Also, when you weren't looking at it, it almost appeared to be moving with a life of it's own.
The two bands were a seal that prevented her from using all of her power. Making simple bonds between herself and others when she recieved the other person's name was only the very basis of her ability. Without the seal, causing the excitement she wanted was a simple thing for her to do.
Sighing heavily, she dropped her hands letting her sleaves hang down to hide her arms once again. Kneeling down by Bagel, her pulled off her thick, black scarf and folded into a nice, soft bundle. Lifting his head lightly, she slid the scarf underneath. Lowering his head on the make-shift pillow, she smiled down at his rather peacefull expression. Completely ignoring what was going on behind her, she folded her legs indian style and rested her head on her elbows. Perhaps when he woke up he could explain what it was he did to re-make the piller. It would be nice if she could gain a more interesting ability while the seal blocked her origional power. Life was so boring otherwise.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Oct 09, 2005 11:54 am
LannaButt ((Can someone please explain to me what the situation is at the moment so that I may jump right in, if that is okay?)) ((if i knew I would tell you, i didnt get to read most of the posts for a while and am completely confused too... all i know is that when Wil wakes up Baza is going to have to run a heck of a lot farther to get out of his blast radius))
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Oct 09, 2005 1:04 pm
LannaButt ((Can someone please explain to me what the situation is at the moment so that I may jump right in, if that is okay?)) ((Bakemono and Neitsabes, a monster of a man (A giant) just finished their fight at the hands on another woman who jumped in and knocked Neit out of th way. So, Bakemono is still running around nude and trying to save Raven who is burried under a pile of rocks. Well, that's all I know at least I've been a bit inactive lately. -yawn-))
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Oct 09, 2005 1:27 pm
Zandar The knight watched the woman's intervention, and the demon's approach to the pile of rubble. He leapt from rock to rock down a stairway to the ground as the rocks moved in the way, then disintegrated as his feet left them. The smallest one he could stand on was right behind the demon.
"Excuse me." He uttered in a deep voice at the demon and hopped from his rock to the ground. "Do you need any help?" A few pebbles lifted from the ground and twirled around him, finally landing back on the ground. "I think I could be of quite a bit of help lifting this rubble." Bakemono's eyesbrows perked up at the voice ofering to help. Now, if this were a normal case Bakemono would be more than happy to have someone else do his dirty work - and as far as Bakemono knew - his plan was indeed working. Therefore, Bakemono turned his head in the direction of the knight whom spoke to him, Bakemono shot him quite the devilish glare.
"I don't need your help." He growled quietly, after all, it would be no good if Bakemono let someone else do it and took the credit for himself. However, as soon as he felt the smarting swat on his shin, Bakemono's brow gave one - and single - frustrated twitch as he took his gaze back to the nun he was attempting to save.
It wasn't that it hurt - though there was a sting - but it was the fact that she had the nerve harm her savior! "Don't hit me goddamnit! Do you think it's easy for me to hold up this pile of rubble!?" Frustration and irritation coming out more-so in his voice, she was obviously standing on his last nerve. Not only was Bakemono's first chance to save the day and do a good deed ruined by some.. Weird woman, now he couldn't even save someone properly! "I should have left you under there and ran! I knew it! If they're all a bunch of pussies at that-- that.. Place! I could take anything they threw at me!"
Ahh, what a pair they were. At eachother's throats, growling and shouting obscene words. Such was a demon and a nun.
And then.. She got stuck. Bakemono's jaw fell open at those words. He seemed to chuckle, though his voice carried the properties of a growl as well. Had the demon finally snapped? His lips pulled up sharply in a snarle, his brow twitching furiously. "Woman, can't you do anything right?! Even when you're saving your own life you get stuck! STUCK!!" Bakemono lifted his foot to deliver a sharp kick to her head, though it wasn't very harmful. More like a jab with his foot, to be exact. However, the poor nun looked up just in time to see Bakemono lift his foot, and thus had quite the view of.. Moving along!
"Oh, yeah! You would have bitched at me any other way! Either I took too long to save your scrawny a** or I'm nude while doing so!" Eventually, Bakemono brought his foot down to direct the nun's gaze away from his unmentionables, and finally took his gaze to the knight who originally offered to help. "Get the stupid b***h out've there, before I leave her to die!"
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Oct 09, 2005 1:45 pm
Wil woke up with a start and looked around, luckily for the inhabitants of the marketplace Wil had come to consciousness after the fight had ended and most of the chaos and confusion had ended. He then looked at Cherry and again felt the growing ailments of the psionic loop he had trouble with earlier. He managed to say "Shut off your psychic power..." before the loop began again... He still fought for a minute and managed to pull out a scroll of teleportation to get out of the Citadel and mainly away from Cherry and her sister before losing control of his muscles again.
((aargh... and we dont even have another sedative unless Baza returns and Wil likes his hair... yeah if we ever get a roleplay started outside the Citadel Wil probably wont join you in a city at all, unless of course he finally learns to block out someone elses mind... but that isnt too likely now is it?))
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Reply
