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 Posted: Mon Jun 01, 2009 8:18 pm
John blinked slowly before wincing at the thought of releasing such a potent spell. He had many memories of the destruction that Meteor Storm could inflict, and many many more memories of Ally using that exact same spell to punk his kills.
Kneeling down, he reached for the book, touching it with two fingertips. It was still warm to the touch, and radiated a kind of energy that he believed to be pure mana. Whether it was his own mana or that stored in the book, he could not be sure of. Taking the book carefully into the hand, he set it back on the shelf where he had found it.
"Sorry for the mix-up." he said to everyone involved, "Yes, finding a new place to converse might... be for the best."
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Posted: Fri Jun 05, 2009 9:16 pm
 Tenkou mitsuru tokoro
ni ware wa ari,
yomi no mon hiraku
tokoro ni nanji ari! "We could always meander over to the art collection, if you'd rather see pictures rather than squint at foreign words," Tel suggested. It must be difficult to be surrounded by texts that were unreadable, for the most part. Sabathelian and Cipherian weren't the easiest languages to pick up on, either, for many people.
"That's where I usually lurk," Mony admitted quietly, having calmed down from John's almost-catastrophe. "I like it over there..."
Bright blue eyes lingered on the tome containing Meteor Storm as it sat idly once more on its shelf. Emily shook her head slightly, returning her attention to the group. Her usual smile was back and she tilted her head to the side a bit. Well, guys, are we going? Ideyo, kami no ikazuchi!
Kore de owari desu!
INDIGNATION! 
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Chibi Pierceye Vice Captain
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SwordsmanChris Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Jun 05, 2009 9:54 pm
 [I'm not a bad person...]♠ "Art, huh?" Chris thought this over for a moment. Overall, it was a step in the right direction. Pictures would be kinder to them than the untranslatable words... not to mention, he'd heard tell that Ally was a decent artist. "Sounds interesting." He went and began to follow the girls to the gallery. "I fancy myself an appreciator of beauty, so this should be right up my alley..." As they moved on, he turned back to face John. Hopefully they'd be able to find something useful, between the two of them... or now, though, they'd just have to let the story unfold itself through the pictures furnishing the walls of the mind.  ♠ [...I just have bad luck.]
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Posted: Fri Jun 05, 2009 10:08 pm
John walked behind the other people, trying not to accidentally set anything off. After almost setting off a cataclysmic spell, which he had to admit was kind of cool, he did not want to accidentally set off anything else in Ally's mind.
Stepping in the art gallery, he felt as though he were seeing snippets of Ally's life; things he had just heard from stories between the two. There was Ally's home village of Tenne, the night skyline of Nightmare City, and even a very detailed portrait of Mister Linar, Ally's instructor in the dark arts.
And then...
John's eyes widened as he saw another portrait, this one not nearly as pleasant. It was a scene out of a massacre. Bodies were strewn this way and that and blood pooled at the feet of a single figure in the center of all the carnage. It was John, carrying an emerald sword dripping with blood. With his clothes splattered with the evidence of his sins, his back was to the viewer of the picture, but his face turned to see who was looking at him. The eyes of the John in the portrait were wide with malice, and his moth was shaped into an evil grin.
This... was a memory of John and who he used to be.
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Chibi Pierceye Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Jun 05, 2009 10:31 pm
Tenkou mitsuru tokoro
ni ware wa ari,
yomi no mon hiraku
tokoro ni nanji ari! "That's one of her most recent works," Tel said after long moments of silence, keeping her voice hushed. "She didn't tell us who it was, though..." Her cerulean eyes glanced at John over the rims of her glasses, perceptive as ever.
Mony fiddled with the zipper of her grey hoodie, studying the painting intently. Ever since it had been finished, she spent most of her time looking at it for reasons she couldn't figure out for the life of her. What troubled her for the longest time was why Ally would create this tragic scene. "It's...you, isn't it?" she squeaked as she glanced at the green-eyed male out of the corner of her eye.
Emily lingered beside the painting on the wall, delicately tracing the edges of the frame with her fingertips. She'd been avoiding this place after the painting was finished and displayed; it creeped her out, because Ally rarely created artwork that didn't have something to do with her directly. I don't like this picture... Ideyo, kami no ikazuchi!
Kore de owari desu!
INDIGNATION!
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Posted: Sat Jun 20, 2009 7:42 pm
[I'm not a bad person...]♠ Chris put his thumb up against his lips, saying nothing. He just looked at the paintings that hung on the wall, trying to take it all in. Since he hadn't really known Ally that long, a lot of the pictures didn't mean much to him, in terms of relating to his own memories... though he could see John's silhouette as one of the recurring figures. Considering the sizable collection in the gallery, she was almost as much of a visual-spatial person as she was a linguistics person - if the library was any indication of the latter. Some of the pieces were like photographs, clear and very lifelike, while others were more artistic, symbolic, and interpretive. Many of the darker pieces were of the second category; perhaps it was a defensive mechanism, because it would be very painful to encode something traumatic in its truest form. Then again... perhaps interpreting something artistically was actually revealing the true form, and these traumatic times were the few moments that Ally saw everything clear? Chris wasn't in the mood to pursue such subjects at the moment. It had seemed as though the others had started to gather around one particular portrait. Obviously, if they were all looking it it, it must be important... he made his way over to where the rest of them stood to get a look for himself. It didn't take him long to figure out what exactly was being depicted here, or who it was. Chris said nothing; he didn't have to. He just loomed behind them all, like an omen. ♠ [...I just have bad luck.]
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SwordsmanChris Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Jun 20, 2009 11:39 pm
"Ah..."
John tore his eyes away form the gore-filled picture to see the reactions of those around him, like a child who had broken a precious heirloom. He locked into Chris for a moment, who looked like he was set in stone. The other sides of Ally all seemed troubled by this painting, as well.
"Yeah... It's me." he breathed to Mony, frozen to the spot.
It was him, yet it wasn't him. Before he had learned to truly control the darkness within himself, he had let it run rampant, and had reaped what he had sown in the form of losing every single friend he ever made. Whether it was a kunai in the back or a sword to the face, John had betrayed everyone to further his own twisted goals. But that wasn't him now; he had atoned and striven every day to make amends with it. However... he was still sensitive to being reminded of the man he used to be.
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Posted: Sun Jun 21, 2009 7:49 pm
Tenkou mitsuru tokoro
ni ware wa ari,
yomi no mon hiraku
tokoro ni nanji ari! An infuriated, animalistic shriek pierced through the air, echoing off the old library's vaulted ceilings. "YOU!" followed the shrill outburst, and Trice rattled the rusted chains of her busted chandelier perch. Her shaking finger pointed straight at John, unable to be held still from the pure hatred surging through her veins. "It's people like you that have made Ally such a damned fool!"
Tel tried as hard as she could to keep her voice from shaking as she spoke to her slightly insane counterpart. "Trice...please, calm down!" Yeah...telling her that was like telling the driver of an eighteen-wheeler to suddenly halt while speeding at a hundred and twenty. Not possible.
"No!" the brooding one shot back, still pointing angrily at the clan captain. "You're all fools if you don't see what he is! He's just one of...one of them!" Hot tears began cascading down her cheeks as she unsheathed her knife from under her sleeve. "People like him deserve to DIE!" Allowing all her pent-up anger to grant her strength, she hurled the knife at John, aiming to pierce straight through his heart.
Only...it missed the target. A sound like a creak in an old floor board emitted from Emily's throat as she jumped in front of John in attempts to take the hit for him. Blade embedded in her shoulder, she fell to the floor with a thump, lying almost still, aside from uncontrollable quivering.
"Emily!" Mony cried out, immediately rushing to her best friend's side. Violet eyes examined the deadly weapon, her vision blurred by tears. "Oh Gods..."
The porcelain plate shattered into mere shards as it collided with the floor, accompanied by a pained cry. Ally gripped her head tightly, her fingers pressing firmly against her scalp. A sudden headache had taken root, stabbing through her temples like a piercing lance. A shaky hand extended to grasp at the edge of the counter as she hissed at the searing pain. "Gods, what is this...?" she muttered through clenched teeth, bowing her head to block out the light. The pain ebbed away slowly, and the caretaker could focus on something other than her intense headache.
"Oh...don't tell me...ah!" she breathed as she left the kitchen in a hurry, not even bothering to clean up the broken plate on the floor. Her destination? Her room. Ideyo, kami no ikazuchi!
Kore de owari desu!
INDIGNATION!
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Chibi Pierceye Vice Captain
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SwordsmanChris Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Jun 23, 2009 11:49 pm
[I'm not a bad person...]♠ Chris saw the whole scene play out in slow motion, as if air the air had thickened with tension. That Trice girl was back, and this time her anger was directed at John instead of Chris himself. There was a moment of chilling horror as Trice drew forth the dagger and raised it into the air. There was sobbing and pleading from the other muses, but it was no use; Trice stood firm in her conviction, and Chris watched as hurled the blade forward, as if it were an arrow. John stood dead in the center of the dagger's path, shackled down by guilt. He remained, unmoving, to accept his punishment. As the knife flew ever closer, Chris tried to move, but he found himself weighted by the same slowness as everyone around him. He could not stop these events; it was not his place to do so. It was as if fate itself had manipulated the air to hold him back. The mute muse lifted herself up and became the new sacrifice to appease the blade; the errant knife caught her 'round the shoulder, and she spun out upon the floor. Chris saw her pain, but knew Emily was unable to express it, for her voice was all but absent. And then, the cruel world around them, which had robbed the poor child of her voice in her creation, cried out on her behalf. The ground shook; the air trembled. It was like a terrible disaster had struck, and they were standing in the dead center of it all. Chris lowered himself to get a center of balance, but he still found it difficult to move. His eyes rested upon the fallen mute, watching her ethereal blood spill upon the floor. She was too far away; he couldn't help her. All he could do now was stand in the middle of the open area and wait for the quaking to pass, and hope that it would all be alright. "What has been wrought...?" ♠ [...I just have bad luck.]
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Posted: Wed Jun 24, 2009 12:28 pm
Emerald orbs shrank in a sea of white as John's eyes widened at what just transpired. Trice had appeared, with enough malice to kill anyone, and had thrown a dagger at him. He had seen the dagger coming at him, but was rooted to the spot. Why, he wondered. Why didn't he move? He was a ninja; ninjas were practically impervious to that sort of thing, right?
He then watched silently as Emily ran to protect him and saw the dagger's blade disappear into the girl's shoulder. A crimson pool began to grow beneath her body as she quivered, her body going into shock. Slowly... it started with his feet, but he was able get moving again. Instead of working his arms next, he worked his mouth.
"Chris!" he shouted to the vampire, who still seemed to be in shock. "Take care of her!"
Without really waiting to see if he'd listened, John reached into his coat and pulled out a kunai. Its blade shined in the air as he pulled his arm back, getting ready to throw it at Trice. Screw the rules, screw the connections, screw whatever would happen if this weapon hit its target, screw everything that didn't relate to his one thought:
Trice was going to pay.
Swinging his arm forward, John let loose his kunai and aimed for a crippling blow to one of Trice's limbs.
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Chibi Pierceye Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2009 7:40 pm
Tenkou mitsuru tokoro
ni ware wa ari,
yomi no mon hiraku
tokoro ni nanji ari! Oh, no you don't, you b*****d!" Trice growled as she leapt from the chandelier and onto a bookcase, evading the kunai just barely. With its force, the blade sliced through the rusted chain holding the magnificent lighting fixture. Indigo eyes watched as the crystal masterpiece plummeted to the cracked floor below, shattering completely, spraying clear shards everywhere. "Tch. Try and keep up, b***h," she challenged the clan leader, taking another jump from the bookcase to a rafter high above. Quick fingers drew another knife from her long sleeve as she prepared for attack.
As soon as the realization set in that the chandelier had been cut loose, Tel flew over to Mony and the fallen Emily, spreading her cloak out over them to create a shield from the broken crystal. She could feel several sharp pieces pelt her head and neck, but she didn't care. There was no major damage...as long as her counterparts were safe. She stared down through squinted cerulean orbs, tears starting to form. Emily was losing consciousness, and despite all her knowledge, she had no idea what to do for the mute girl...
Mony looked up at Tel, eyes red and puffy from her sobbing. She nodded a thanks, her hiccuping preventing her from being able to speak. She grasped Emily's hand and squeezed tightly; she would not let her best friend die...
...Where was Ally?
The mage tripped over her own feet as she bolted to her room; the only thing that saved her from falling on her face was her doorknob. She fisted the elegant handle and steadied herself before shoving her way into her chamber. She made sure to close the door behind her before locking dark brown irises on a shiny object lying on the floor.
"...What is my mirror doing on the floor?" Ally wondered aloud, holding back a hiss of pain as she padded over to her reflective keepsake on the carpet. Her gloved fingers delicately picked it up, running gently over the surface of the glass. "Please don't tell me..." Ideyo, kami no ikazuchi!
Kore de owari desu!
INDIGNATION!
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