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 Posted: Sat Aug 09, 2014 2:32 am
The Headquarters is a large office building. A majority of the floors are dedicated to transactions and the municipal aspect of the waste management business. The top three floors are dedicated to the offices of higher officials and stockholders in the company.
Underneath this building, accessed only through use of the Realta Nua's tattoo, a secret underground area can be accessed. It hosts a series of amenities that make intrusion difficult, such as the tattoo-scanner which ensures that only living and ambulatory members of the Realtu Nua can enter freely. The inside of this underground area is mazelike and it takes a while for even the members to get used to, making it incredibly difficult to traverse without prior knowledge of the layout.
Members of Realta Nua can chose to live here freely or engage other homes in other parts of Japan. All rooms are coded to only allow members of the organization in.
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Posted: Sat Aug 09, 2014 11:01 pm
Class: A- Class
Demonology: Decay Demon
Meister: Beast Master & Zombie Warrior It had been a few weeks since the Naira had joined him, and in that time they had learned something akin to trust, and gathered what might even be called and considered loyalty to one another. It was enough that Baphomet brought the girl into the fold, and not only gave her a home, but gave her the chance to become something greater. He had been given a similar chance when she was his age, and in the manner of paying it forwards, he would teach her things that she would learn nowhere else. In this case, the little things about demons that Exorcists would never teach their students; the culture, the way of life many demons undertook, he explained these things and more besides. His plan, in essence, was to put the fundamentals of power in her hands and guide her along the path to using it. Naira would become great, if Baphomet could work his magic correctly.
They had moved in the weeks since the so called disaster at True Cross. Baphomet knew that if they spent too much time there, they would be chased down by the Exorcists who could read the lines of energy in the air and Baphomet's particular demonic taint - if they could find that much, going through the cities in Japan would lead the enemy to their doorstep, leaving Naira to not only be killed, but Baphomet subjected to a very similar treatment. In turn, he had stolen away in the middle of the night only a few days after bringing Naira to his apartment, leaving not only enough money to repair his ruined apartment, but enough to ensure they wouldn't follow the elusive man through Japan to ask questions. They boarded enough trains that eventually it would become a confusing web of transportation, to Osaka, then to Tokyo, back to Kyoto and then to visit one of the islands, only to go back to Osaka, Tokyo again, and then finally end up just outside of Osaka, walking towards a building that stretched into the sky. It was a long day, tiring, but they were at a place which would finally be called home.
It was Tuesday, if he remembered right. Baphomet was a nocturnal creature, as Naira would have discovered and likely adopted a similar schedule herself for the ease of it. So it was a big surprise that Baphomet was awake at such a time, sitting alone for the time being in the underground complex beneath CRG Waste's Headquarters. Not many people were aware that the corporation was a shadow company, a shell that protected some much darker secret, in such a way that here, Baphomet felt safe from any would be murderers, he knew Naira would be similarly safe, and likewise, his plans could move forwards with no issue or blockade to his progress. But today, Baphomet was doing something dark, something he hadn't asked Naira to join him in - though he had left the door unlocked, were she curious.
He stood in front of a glyph inscribed onto a wide stone floor, it appeared to be made with chalk and salt, and more candles than seemed possible to count. Baphomet stalked around this circle, making sure that the circle itself was perfect, that not a single grain of salt was out of place or a single line of chalk had been laid down at a strewn angle - it was these things that gave the magic sacrifice, he knew, so it had to be perfect or failure would await him - and while he paced he thumbed the top of a tube, filled to the brim with blood. Blood from five different demons, from each demon class, it rolled around inside of the glass and refused to mix, as if the properties of each were to opposing to allow them to become something better. Even when he shook the tube he noticed that the blood wouldn't mix completely, it only separated out when it was allowed to sit still for a moment or two. It was curious stuff like that which had brought Baphomet to this point, he could say if someone asked, he was curious about how stuff like this managed to work. It was the same properties that kept this blood separate which Baphomet hypothesized would allow them to have properties, when brought together through force, would allow him to open a gate directly in Gehenna and shatter the previous notion that only the blood of Satan or his Spawn could open such a thing. So, after looking over the perfectly executed circle, and a chant upon his lips, he began the procedure.
"You were the signet of perfection, full of wisdom and perfect in beauty. You were in Eden, the garden of God; every precious stone adorned you: carnelian, chrysolite and emerald, topaz, onyx and jasper, lapis lazuli, turquoise and beryl. Your settings and mountings were made of gold; on the day you were created they were prepared."
It was Eziekiel 28;12 and 13, verses that called upon the aged King of Trye and compared his greed and his pride to that of Satan's own before he fell from God's service. It called upon the power of Satan himself, and he was sure such a calling would give his spell power.
Baphomet called out, before throwing the vial of blood onto the middle of the circle. For a moment, power surged in the air, and a demonic aura filled the air that was the strongest Baphomet had ever felt before, and for a moment, he saw the edges of something come into being, something vaguely shaped like a great gate. But then it was gone in flames, and it all fell to the ground where the entire thing broke out in flames. The entire circle lit aflame, as if to poke fun at Baphomet's attempt. It sputtered on the floor, guttering and making smoke that slowly filled the room, forcing the demon to wave his hand and throw a blanket of cloying miasma over the mess, which took the flames up and starved them of the required oxygen.
Baphomet understood that yes, he would in fact need the blood of satan in order to open such a portal. It was his power, his unyielding strength that could rip the veil between the worlds open, and no five random demons had that strength in their blood. Baphomet's fist clenched until the knuckles we white.
"Damn." He whispered.
Word Count: 1181
Points Earned: 8
Total Words: 9179
Total Points: 88
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Posted: Sun Aug 10, 2014 8:48 am
Class: A- Class
Demonology: Decay Demon
Meister: Beast Master & Zombie Warrior Baphomet pressed the tips of his fingers into his temples and slowly began to rub - his head had begun to throb painfully, and he felt his stomach gurgle as if it had thought it best to reject the meal he'd eaten only a few hours before. Reciting Bible Verses was never the best idea, even out of his own mouth, it hurt him to hear those oh so vile words, they tore at the edges of his mind and turned his stomach into a bath of bile and putrescence, something the human body didn't agree with in the least. Even if he tossed the form, he'd still have felt his mind rebel against him as if it desired to return to Gehenna,the words were so powerful; a wave of nausea passed over the Demon, hard enough to make him feel faint for a long moment, where he would stumble his way over to a chair and slam his rear into the plush velvet upholstery. It wasn't as if he could find any comfort in it, he just had to wait the words out, they still rung in his ears and lanced through his mind like a red hot spear.
After what felt like hours but was in fact nothing more than minutes, Baphomet felt the unease lifting away, and he released a breath that he had been holding for the last few minutes. He wiped his forehead, it was a covered in a fine sheen of sweat, and stood up slowly, testing himself for any further weakness. He wore a grimace on his face, not of discomfort, but more a distaste for experiencing that very weakness that plagued him - he hated to be brought low by even a few lines of word, but he was doomed to it, unless he could figure out some way to defend it, either through sheer power or something else, something like transcendence.
But then he chuckled, a low sound that dragged on the ears. He reminded himself that was exactly the point of this whole experience, these few moments of weakness were but sacrifices in the long run, and he knew that in only a few months, if he worked quickly, he'd look back at moments like this one with an air of absolute superiority and view it not as moments of weakness, but as moments of growth.
Baphomet would rub the sleep from his eyes, pressing down for a moment and letting out a sound that was half giggle and half sigh.
Moving over to a workbench, Baphomet would grab for a bag of chalk dust, where he opened a slip tie and pushed his hand in. It was smooth and featureless, as well ground as talc, and he pulled his hand out, finding it covered in a fine layer of the stuff which he let dribbled through his fingers like water. He smiled, and made his way back to the middle of the room, finding that his miasma has scoured the floor clean of even the ash, leaving it pristine and beautiful again, simple stone that he quickly set about dirtying again. He lifted his hand and pressed thick layers of chalk dust along predetermined lines, lines he could recall without a single thought to the matter. Arcane symbols that Baphomet knew held power of their own simply because they were inscribed, pulling on the mana in the air to fuel some dark purpose that only few men would ever hope to understand. Then another circle, then the sign of Satan himself in the middle. Only then would Baphomet carefully touch at the bag of salt, and dribble it a few drains at a time throughout the circle, in order to bind the mana and guide it along routes that like the circle were predetermined in some secret spell book. It was perfect again, he noticed that as he wrote it all down, the circle itself was perfect. He hadn't made a single error in creating the circle, just as he hadn't made a single mistake in the dozens of circles before this one. It was a mistake that he either couldn't understand or something he simply didn't have the power for, and in those terms, he'd need to collect more things, a lot more things, in order to make his vision come to fruition. Maybe it was the type of chalk, he had thought a long while back, chemicals and additives could mess with the purity of the spell, so he went about making his own. Maybe he had chosen an incorrect Bible Verse in order to create the gate, but that was likewise thrown out of the window after dozens of gates failed to even take action without those words guiding it - only the verse telling of Satan's fall could hold the same power that he held - and it was the very same words that he had heard over and over, and felt sickened each and time after simply for speaking those words. He felt his eyebrows screw up in something like frustration.
What in the world could it actually be, what impossible thing was actually stopping him from opening the gate? He had heard that only the blood of Satan could open such a portal into Gehenna, but that had been proven wrong multiple times in the past; Satan's blood or the blood of his spawn was simply the easiest thing to use when going for the opening of a Gehenna gate, which said something towards the difficulty of the endeavor Baphomet was undertaking. But still, even as he wracked his head for answers, night after night and year after year, he still could not figure out the cause of such a failure. He had made a decision then, to try and try and then try some more, until finally he could break this puzzle, even if it meant taking one thousand years. For now, he would simply inscribe the circle again, and say the words, until he puked his guts out and went to sleep, even if it was fruitless.
But there was nothing wrong with a few more tests.
Word Count: 1024
Points Earned: 8
Total Words: 10205
Total Points: 101
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Posted: Sun Aug 10, 2014 11:21 am
 Strength: o35 | Defense: o40 | Mobility: o55 | Intelligence: o45
Weapon Arts: o35 | Martial Arts: o45 | Accuracy: o40 | Fatal Verse: o80
Demonic Control: o98 | Demonic Aura: o95
It’d been some time since Baphomet had seemingly come from nowhere to True Cross, and taken her from that place. Leaving it a hallow shell of what it had once been, building off the damage left by the she devil Naira had meet.. Shana. It’d taken the Exorcists some time to burn away at the miasma he had created, and even longer to rebuild the place to be up to the standards it enjoyed previously. During that time, a lot had changed. They’d spent only a few days in his apartment coming to terms with one another; gaining a sense of trust and by extent loyalty to one another. It was about that time he managed to convince her to help him in another matter, they became allies and by extent he became a teacher of sorts. Naira knew she could learn more from him than any of the fools at True Cross.. Even if she were to return to that place it would be in constant fear of death. And with little room to experiment with her abilities and improve.
It wasn’t long after they had come to this understanding that they left the apartment in Kyoto, taking to the rails and other things to weave a web of travel that would take a while to unwind. Seemed like days went by that they rode different trains to many different major cities, sometimes hopping off midway only to seem to reappear elsewhere. But mainly, they traveled to Kyoto, Tokyo and Osaka. But eventually they landed in a place outside Osaka. In front of a strange glass building that seemed to tower high into the sky. Most would think of the place as the headquarters to one of the bigger waste management companies in Japan- nothing terribly interesting by any means. Yet, it was something more than that. A home of sorts, and likely the first she would come to know. But, end of the day it was also a base of operations. One that was protected by all sorts of contraptions and things- Baphomet had lead them through the industrial labyrinth. He bore the tattoo of the secret society that CRG Waste was nothing but a cover for.. and it seemed to be something of a key for the many scanners that protected the doors and entrances to the rooms within.
Naira’s dark eyes slowly drifted open, turning over to her side and gazing lazily towards the clock on the nearby desk. Little dashed numbers told her it was probably much too early to be up. Her schedule had shifted towards the night, mimicking that of her companion. If he could be called that. She could only believe the small letters that indicated the date to be true. ‘Tuesday… already?’ She wondered as she sat up and pulled herself to the edge of the bed, her feet dangling lazily. Her long olive hands rubbing against her eyes before falling away to her side. She didn’t dawdle long in her preparations, spending less than a few minutes before making her way out into the hallway outside the room she had been given.
The labyrinth was well-lit and lined with all sorts of rooms, many of which remained locked- their scanners indicating the correct input was needed to gain access. Naira passed these as well as others- rooms which had remained unlocked if only for her benefit. She didn’t yet bare the tattoo required to open many of these places. But she soon came upon a doorway she hadn’t yet been to- and it was left strangely unlocked. Almost like a curious invitation into something unknown. Naira paused for a moment as she drew near to this door, as if uncertain if she truly wanted to enter the place.
But there was a certain curiosity that filled her, and Naira soon opened the door. She took slow steps into the room as the door closed behind her, Baphomet stood over something that looked like a drawing of sorts. Its exact shape was difficult to make out from where she stood on the far side of the room. Yet, he seemed almost frustrated about it, or perhaps had some other issue he had run into. Naira could only make quiet steps across the stone floor, stopping as she drew close enough to make out the talc lines of some sort of arcane circle. The meaning of the many arcane marks and symbols were lost on her, as it was hardly something she was familiar with. It didn’t seem there was even a single error in the circle; everything appeared perfectly drawn as if he had done it many times before. It made her wonder what seemed to frustrate him so- as he still hadn’t seemed to notice her presence as if deep in thought. Something she knew couldn’t be true- even though her steps were practically silent he couldn’t have been obvious to when the light of the hallway drifting in to the space before disappearing once more.
“What is this about..?” Naira asked cautiously, unsure if she were intruding into something he hadn’t planned for her to find out about.
Qi: 57,300/57,300
Mobility: 55/55
Word Count: 859
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Posted: Sun Aug 10, 2014 1:42 pm
Class: A- Class
Demonology: Decay Demon
Meister: Beast Master & Zombie Warrior The last of the formulae were becoming somewhat more clear, with time and that unnatural skill, or maybe it was vitality born out of silent and fuming anger, Baphomet's hands would slowly but surely carve the large circle out. It spanned almost a dozen feet across, and the words and sigils themselves were small and intricate enough that a mere finger tip could disrupt that delicate balance - so even with that eerie level of skill with which the Demon pressed the chalk into the stone, it took almost half an hour to complete it. Nearing the end, his body had rid itself of the verse's effects, leaving him calm, content, and most of all, looking himself, dark eyes and weird stare intact completely; his nerves on the other hand were another story altogether, he was bundled up tight, almost to the point where the sound of a pin dropping could set him off, and he knew that.
He always thought it was interesting, to find himself wound so tightly, like a clock's mechanisms he was as taut as he could manage to be, his every fiber bristling with energy and potential that he didn't completely understand. It was the emotion itself that interested him, he understood that he felt it, but he also understood that he didn't in fact understand it in of a definition. It made him curious, and his eyes were wide open, partially because the room was lit by candles and it stretched stark shadows across the room making it difficult but not impossible to work by, and partially because like a cat he found himself intrigued by his actions. He watched it like a scientist would watch a mouse works it's way through a maze.
You always get like this right before it happens. He told himself with a smile.
He was surprised somewhat when the door was opened behind him, sending a sudden beam of light across the magic circle, showing him that a few grains of salt had fallen away from their correct place; he was quick to replace it, ever the perfectionist. He smelt and felt who it was, rather than turning his head and giving the circle any less attention than it deserved as it was finishing up. Even as the girl's slow, purposeful, and weirdly and ghastly silent foot steps disturbed the air that had only been filled by the likewise slow and deep breathing coming from Baphomet, still he wouldn't turn to regard her. In their time together, she had learned some of his quirks, how he possessed this weird split in his personality, where he would do one thing only to do or advise to exact opposite; like now, some times he gave her only the slightest of attention and barely recognized the fact she was trying to start a conversation, and other times he would be rapt, and almost on top of her, breathing his curious little questions down her throat with the same energy and formality that a nurse forced her patient to swallow cough syrup.
With a few final flourishes at the end of a particular symbol, only a minute or so after Naira had voiced her question, Baphomet straightened his back and cracked the joints in his neck and shoulders, before his long arms threw the dull brown sack of chalk, almost empty now, back towards the worktable. It landed with a plume of dusty stuff which settled across the surface slowly, and Baphomet watched it for a moment, as if still caught in his own thought. He could still hear Naira's breathing, still hear the soft throbbing noise that came from deep in her chest, where her heart pumped hot hot blood through every nook and cranny of her body - he could smell her, the little scents that clung to her that she had trailed from her bedroom, the type of shampoo she used, and the little bit of perfume which still clung to her skin even after tossing and turning in her sheets all night. He turned then, breathing in deeply, very deeply, until his nostrils flared and his eyes were opened as wide as it seemed they could possibly open. He approached her slowly, a little smile on his face.
"You're about to begin ovulation." He whispered, coming up in front of her and wiping the chalky stuff from his hands onto his slacks. "Go into town tomorrow and buy feminine products. I don't want you bleeding all over the place."
Another example of his that personality split; at first he appeared like a stalkign predator intent upon his due prize, and the next he was a touchy, stern man again, reminding her to do as he wishes with clinical precision that was belied only by the accuracy of his magic circle.
He cleared his throat of the chalk which had built up in the air, it gave the air a very dusty, dirty smell, but around the room, it seemed eerily cleen except of course for the circle itself. Baphomet waved a hand towards it, putting the other on Naira's shoulder and guiding her to walk next to him as he went about the circle slowly, as if to show her every little detail. She'd forget, he knew, no way she'd remember how to make the circle just seeing it once. But it was nice to show her.
"Look here. They don't teach much Occult Magic in True Cross do they?" He asked, already knowing the answer. He'd point to a Sigil that stood near the middle of the circle, larger than the others but still delicate, almost like carefully made calligraphy, the edges swirling into each other and making something that looked complete and broken in the same notion.
"You know how mana works? It's like Qi, but it's in the air, natural to the world and what have you. Sigils and symbols work on that concept and bind power to the symbol itself. Much the way runes work, when they are drawn on the ground. You can do things with symbols that may not have been possible before, simply because it has the power bound to the concept of the symbol itself."
Baphomet shrugged and guided Naira to another symbol, this time closer to the edge and inside of a circle of it's own. Salt had been sprinkled in a thin strand, hardly a line at all, around it to bind it's strength to the purpose of the circle.
"I'm using the symbols to activate the magic. The magic itself is simple, really, but damned hard to perform." A faint line of emotion passed through his eyes, but it was quickly gone, replaced with the nice guy, the happy to talk version of Baphomet.
"I plan to open three Gehenna Gates at the same instant, crossing their axis's at a precise moment." He smiled, gently, and looked down to her. The last vestiges of that angry mask he wore had melted away, and she could see it in the softness of his cheeks and smile - he looked at her like a father would look at a child, or how a best friend would look down to their little buddy after a long long summer. It was weird to see it from him, and it lasted for less than a second, before he was pointing to another symbol so she could inspect it.
"I can't seem to find the last few components, so I'm studying the reaction in order to make a guess." His face screwed up. "I hate that word, guess."
He sighed and stood still for a long moment, letting his hand drop from Naira's shoulder. He took a few steps towards the circle, and looked as if he were about to mess it up purposefully, throw away that day's work in one fell swoop for no real reason at all. But his foot stayed planted on the ground, and he just looked at the circle. He just looked. He looked like a hawk would look over a wide plain filled with thick and verdant grasses, for any movement that spoke to a mouse trying to scurry through the makeshift forest and find it's little cubby hole. Either he found what he was looking for, or he had given up the search, because a moment later, he looked away, and came back to Naira if she hadn't joined him next to the circle when he had stepped away.
"I don't know what it could be." He said. "I don't know why the spell isn't working. But there's some secret, somewhere, and I'm going to figure it out."
Word Count: 1455
Points Earned: 12
Total Words: 1455
Total Points: 12
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Posted: Sun Aug 10, 2014 3:44 pm
Strength: o35 | Defense: o40 | Mobility: o55 | Intelligence: o45
Weapon Arts: o35 | Martial Arts: o45 | Accuracy: o40 | Fatal Verse: o80
Demonic Control: o98 | Demonic Aura: o95
Despite her presence in the dark room it was clear he was in one of those strange moods he had at times. Focused on moving something tiny along the ground, as if something were awry. Before focusing on finishing the delicate strokes of a different symbol, perhaps the last one. Throughout this time he was quiet, absorbed with the massive outline before him. Naira could only stand patiently, and watch his subtle movements- studying the different shapes he had drawn out within the large circle. Soon enough however the silence that permeated the room was broken by a more grotesque sound- the sharp noise of bones cracking against one another. Her dark gaze shifted back to the demon before her, as he threw the small sack of dust. A plum of tiny white particles filling the air just above the place it had landed against before drifting back down once more. It was only then he seemed to recognize her presence at all, as he seemed to breathe deeply in her scent. His nostels flaring and his eyes opening as wide as seemed humanly possible, then perhaps some more. It was a strange look that crossed his face as he drew near, a small smile growing on his lips before he began to whisper about something that seemed.. Entirely random. A command really.
Her brow furrowed with a bit of confusion as the same sort of confusion crossed her dark eyes, yet she merely nodded her head. Adverting her dark gaze off towards the talcum circle itself. Unsure what she could say to such a statement, yet knew he was likely not far off with his estimate.. If it was one.
It was most strange how he seemed to shift personalities at times, from an elusive emotionless monster of sorts to someone who craved the sort of companionship she offered.. A curious being ready to ask plenty of questions yet one who was quick to speak.. to educate as well- as if two very different creatures inhabited his mind and it were just a question of which she happened upon first.
A firm hand fell upon her shoulder, as if to guide her to something. The other waving out towards the circle before them, he then began to walk a slow pace around the perimeter as if to show her the many complex details of the symbols and lines that made up the massive circle. And soon he was asking a question if True Cross did something like teaching anything at all about Occult Magic- Naira could assume he already knew the answer to that, merely shaking her head once more as her gaze drifted to one of the symbols he seemed to point out. The lines seemed almost random to her, how they seemed to rub up against one another without much thought. Yet, they weren’t so much as random as something much more complex than what she could comprehend.
He soon began to ask her of her knowledge of mana. She had heard of it before- as it was something mentioned in some beginner class she had taken at the Academy. It was a natural energy of sorts, something that could be found just about anywhere and drawn upon as the energy source for something’s. She remained silent as he continued to explain about the different symbols and sigils and other such things. Essentially the massive circle before them would draw upon this natural energy to fuel it.. What exactly it would so was still left unmentioned and she could only continue to follow his slow guidance, following his gestures as he pointed out different symbols that made up the complex series of fluid chalk lines.
Naira’s gaze drifted up towards Baphomet’s as he began to speak about the purpose of the circle its self. It were as if the final barrier between the two distinct personalities she had seen had finally faded. And he was more than happy to explain what it was that the circle was for.. if only in some vague sense. Her features became kinder, and unusual. She didn’t see him as a benevolent man- perhaps quite the opposite but he looked the part even if only for a few passing moments before pointing out yet another talcum symbol along the ground.
Three gates, to be opened in the same instant, in such a way their axis’s would cross. It seemed like some sort of strange once in a lifetime sort of event he was trying to create. For what purpose- she couldn’t be sure as her gaze shifted towards the symbol he had pointed out previously. Evidently he wasn’t sure entirely of what was needed to create that moment.. And this circle was but a means to attempt to guess what he was missing. He spoke as if he had been at this type of thing for a while, creating these elaborate circles only to experiment with their reaction. In attempts to bring him closer to his conclusion.
The firm grasp of his hand fell away as he drew even closer to the white outline; it seemed he would break the delicate lines completely. He stood firm but almost uneasy, not far off from his more primal ways of standing over his things. Not unlike the many creatures of the world waiting for their moment to strike or even as if toying with their prey before ending their life. It was almost as if he were frustrated by his inability to figure out how this ‘spell’ worked, yet seemed sure that it would work absolutely. That it wasn’t something born out of his imagination.
He soon came back towards her, a certain determination in his voice that he would figure out what kept this spell from working. A secret perhaps, which he hadn’t yet crossed. Naira remained quiet for a while. She knew nothing of Occult Magic or what he could possibly be trying to create with the massive arcane circle.
“What is it even supposed to do when it does work…?” Naira asked quietly, a certain curiosity in her voice yet at the same time an obliviousness that he had likely picked up on before. He had said before three gates were supposed to be created- their axis's connecting.. Yet that couldn't be all it did..? Otherwise what was the point in bothering to put so much effort in creating a simple gate to Gehenna? She took a few cautious steps towards the talcum circle, stopping short of its edge.
Qi: 57,300/57,300
Mobility: 55/55
Word Count: 1,088
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Posted: Mon Aug 11, 2014 10:41 pm
Class: A- Class
Demonology: Decay Demon
Meister: Beast Master & Zombie Warrior He watched as she slowly advanced towards the circle, the expression on his face something like pleasure, the edges of his mouth and eyes wrinkled as it stretched into a wide smile. He liked knowing that she was curious, and the scent coming off of her was absolutely decadent, in that moment, even though she wasn't even an adult by any standard, she looked irresistible. The way she didn't let her voice raise too high - a mixture of trepidation and curiosity if he guessed correctly made her seem unassuming, naive even - or how the candle light caught in her dark hair and glimmered off her skin, it was like one of those painted pictures that writers could barely put into words or an artist attempted to copy from their mind's eye. From behind her, he looked at her in such a way that some might think he would have jumped on her right then, defiled her and ruined her, but he pulled back from that climactic edge quickly enough that he could come along beside her and cross his arms, like a mentor sternly explaining some unseen equation.
"I haven't told you much at all. I don't know why exactly but..." He paused, looking over to her and giving the younger girl a wink. "You ought to know."
"Opening a Gehenna gate could technically be done. The Illuminati did it ages ago after all. But figuring out how seems to be the problem, and I've spent years working at it. I'm only one demon though." He shrugged visibly, deflating like a popped balloon and moving away for a moment.
"I want to change the world. Opening these portals would break the veil between Assiah and Gehenna, and create confusion. In those moments, We can take power, find power, and become kings of a new world."
He smiled, and inclined his head towards the door. He took a few steps forwards, and motioned for her to go in front of him. He'd lead her out into the hallway, before shutting the door, and with a wave of his hand, locking the sensor that would allow any one to just up and open it on a whim. He'd begin walking, seemingly taking hallways at random through the place, once again lapsed into his weird silence. But he broke it just as quickly as it had come over him, looking over his shoulder and searching for Naira's eyes.
"Since we're both up, we might as well get some work in, yes? I'd like to see what you can do with your miasma."
Word Count: 434
Points Earned: 4
Total Words: 1889
Total Points: 16
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