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 Posted: Sun Oct 30, 2011 12:45 pm
Roulin would have to thank his brother for such teaching him such a high priority attack...he'd also have to apologize to both him and his girlfriend Aeon about what had transpired earlier. The crescent made by the lowering of his axe kick wasn't something he at first noticed, but as it lowered, it made itself obvious through it's glimmering, shimmering, moon like luster. Something else that stuck out to him was the smirk that Raven wore as his attack lowered dangerously close.
When Raven's steely pallid gaze, for only a moment, interlocked with the onyx jewels that were Roulin's all seeing eyes, the young Owl couldn't help but question it. Knowing that she was his enemy only lead him to the stereotypical thought process undertaken by any man fighting. Still, in the fractions of seconds gifted to him by the woman beneath, he had to inquire. He had to contemplate. There was no time for him to search her emotions using his own ability...even a part of him wanted him to remain oblivious to it as it may have changed his demeanor towards her entirely. Although vexed on what should've been a non-important, stupid and irrelevant issued, his heel continued to lower.
His heel slammed into the palm of the white haired fox with the force baseball bat being swing full force by a pro in his prime. Upon connection, he felt the squishy, almost spongy sensation that only hitting a condensed air bubble could elicit. It was redundant now, Roulin thought, to try to predict that whatever area he was going to strike would be coated in a distortion. It was defensive reflex for Raven just a kicking was an offensive reflex for him. It was expected just as the sun was expected to rise in the east and set calmly in the west. When the Owl's attack seemed to be what may just put both this fight and the shockwave emitting french woman away, she countered at the last, but more opportune moment.
Because his shin was covered in a grieve composed of photons, the attack was staved off, but not by as much as Roulin would've hoped for. His kick was repelled upward at an angle that actually damaged the flexible Owl leader. The muscles at the top, hind area of his thigh were pulled. His barring down after a moment got the best of him and Raven's attack punished him for the mistake. His tibia was partly shattered near, but the lower length of it remained intact. The final stages of the exchange of attacks saw to it that he was sent upward a few feet before falling to the ground once more. His landing was far from painless as there was still gravel, debris and glass sprinkled about the area.
Now lying tiredly on his back, his leg in pain and his shoulder and arm throbbing in the like, the Italian man sighed tiredly as an arm lowered onto his bare belly. From fatigue alone, the ranged vision of The Life Owl deactivated limiting his sight to just the dark clouds above him and the birds that dared to sail against it. Tattered his training shirt was and barely was it able to even keep on him. Tearing it way revealed the many seeping knicks and scrapes about his torso. Some areas had attained contusions and were now purple, dark blue and tender to the touch.
Cringing from the cold air which now blew over the deserted little city, Roulin began to understand why Raven found herself smiling and even glancing at him in the ironically satisfied manner that she did. The powers....the test, the moment itself was more than he could ask for from an opponent. Strategic skill, strength, endurance and the ability to take and return fire while remaining relatively stable in the situation was all he could ask for. His eyes wondered to Raven once again who was still laying there at his feet. After his view was returned to the skies above, Roulin spoke out in a raspy and worked tone, "...you're something on the field Raven...I'd like you to know that when you do die, you will be missed by more than just your family..."
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Posted: Sun Oct 30, 2011 1:03 pm
Solaris Beauty Aeon looked at the UNS officers and looked at her boyfriend. Was he crazy??? Swallowing she had to push aside her pride and leave with Cecilia. She then took Cecilia in her arms. "Okay girl...we're out of here" she said to her as she began to walk off with Cecilia, the UNS members staring at Aeon. "We need to get you to a hospital" she said in a low voice. The damage was immense in the area and she didn't know if Cecilia would lose control again or not. Aeon wished she could have provided some comfort of the Sapphire OWL but she couldn't...she barely had control of her own powers.
Sabrina yelled in pain as the negation hit her leg. "Really Thomas?!? Come harder...true I can feel your negation but as a stone...it's hardly phasing me...well at least immediately" she said revealing that damage was still being caused. She ran towards Thomas as she began to flip, then tumble until she looked like a large boulder, though only her body was curled as jagged spikes were released from her body like a rolling pin cushion towards the Death OWL.
When the pin cushion leaped into the air in an attempt to crush him and sent out pikes of rock to skewer him, Thomas acted the only way he figured to be smart. To both evade and counted, he performed a backflip which let loose from the arc of his kick a crescent shaped burst of Negation. It was liquid, but it was an attack that had concentrated Negation in it. It was like paste and would scald and eat through most materials on contact.
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Posted: Sun Oct 30, 2011 1:44 pm
((TFP---Raven))
Raven’s hand had remained outstretched even after Roulin had been sent upwards and away from the now back to blonde haired female. After a few more seconds she retracted her hand with a small wince. She was pretty confident that her wrist was indeed broken along with various ribs from the first attack, nothing that couldn’t heal over time though. The terrorist could tell from her tender body that she was covered in large purple bruises, some of which were still forming beneath the tattered remains of her clothes alongside them were neat lacerations although the worst of those were along her back. With the power that the Heart of Life had given her fading, Raven was greeted with pain that could be described as blinding. Of course, she was not going to voice her discomfort. That was for the weak and would only spend what precious energy she had left.
When Roulin spoke out to her, Raven barely gave it much thought. After a few moments of registering his words, the blonde female slowly turned her head until she could make out his form. For a minute or so she simply stared, clearing her head and sorting out her breathing that had become erratic due to the pain she was currently in. Licking her lips she finally spoke. “I…can say the same…about you, Roulin.” Mimicking the Italian, Raven diverted her gaze towards the darkening sky and let out a slow sigh. Despite their current conditions both of them had clearly enjoyed this moment. Probably more than what others could ever imagine.
“Heh….You never cease….to amaze me with each encounter…Your progress…It is always on the up.” They needn’t really voice their opinions that they have on each other, for they were as clear as the sun in each attack they had made. But, in the aftermath of their fight, both spent and battered with barely enough strength to stand, what else was there to do besides speaking or waiting to see who would stumble upon them first? Once again, Raven turned to face Roulin with a semi evident smirk upon her pale pink lips. “I won’t…be dying yet….so be sure you stick around as well….Think you can do that?” As Raven spoke she flexed the fingers of her right hand, willing herself to think about anything other than the pain.
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Posted: Sun Oct 30, 2011 2:38 pm
"...Catherine..." Roulin's pained bellow arose when his arm slipped to his side in a seemingly lifeless heap. Something in him somewhere was broken, but most of his injuries stemmed from the numerous bruises and contusions covering the expanse of his torso and legs. From the pain, the tiredness and the will to just...relax, the Italian found himself exiting his secondary form against his will. Too much of him had been drained by his vision, by Raven and by his own power. His natural form felt it as it rendered his muscles burned, torn and nearly useless for the time being. Lowering blurred eyes to Raven who was exiting her second state as well, Roulin coughed and sputtered in an attempt to breathe regularly.
The clouds were large, grey and thick just as rainclouds were. In Roulin's eyes though, they were smeared and seemed to be larger, greyer and thicker than normal...gradually they closed after a second or two of fluttering. "...For you, I'll make....that promise..." chuckled the bushy haired man in both agony and amusement. Through a tarnished grin, the man continued, "I told you...I want my face....to be the last thing.....you see befo---..." A pause and then silence. There was a deep schism between his intentions, his words and his emotions...a canyon filled with thought and expectation kept the three ideas from conjoining in anyway. Only if the man's motives had changed would this bother him. Maybe they did. Roulin's eyes clenched in reluctant acknowledgement then opened slowly in gradual realization. Throughout the fight, something became apparent to the Owl and it only slowed him and puzzled him the longer he and the girl brawled.
A part of him wished to see Raven on the path of righteousness far from the ever grabbing clutches of danger and death. The other half of him simply wished he never had met her. Either way, he knew that he didn't want her dead. He didn't want to see her go on without doing something non-violently productive with herself and subconsciously, he wished to be the person to help her do it. "Why...do you have....to do this Raven? Why do you have...to bring so much pain and suffering....to the world?" Roulin inquired through broken, blood saturated tones. "Where do you think....you'd be if you were...a human? Hell, if you were...a more peaceful owl like us....and not the fallen phoenix....you make yourself out to be? None of us...want you dead Raven. We just want to...see you...do better than this..."
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"Get up.....get up and kill her...." Che's fists were balled into tight knots of anticipation. His son had finally downed who Che considered his third worst enemy now, but he hadn't killed her yet. What was he doing? This lead the Mastering Owl to even stand from his outside seat and focus intently on the words being said. The UNS agent was no lip reader. Now, he regretted not taking the class for it..."C'mon Rou....get up and kill her...." the elder Presidiomni spoke anxiously through his teeth. He couldn't make himself known, but he needed to stay and watch this....
Erin and Elle had fought against each other not longer than a while ago. Now seeing the blood bender, he knew he had to make a decision. Stay and watch his son throw away his chance to kill his long-standing enemy, or leave to help the dying Kate. Taking Kate into his arms, he nodded in disagreement. He knew why Roulin hadn't killed Raven yet, but now was not the time for this. If she wasn't dead by the time he returned, the Che knew it would have to be done himself. Giving no further attention, Che took to the air.
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Posted: Sun Oct 30, 2011 2:42 pm
Anya frowned in displeasure as she sat there in Nik's shadow. She really had no idea what to do with herself. Luckily, she didn't have to wait long. Nikolai soon returned, exclaiming that he had found someone to heal her. And before Anya could say anything, Nik had taken hold of her hand and dragged her up through the roof of his shadow. "H-Hey! Ow Ow Ow!" Anya said aloud as Nik's unceremonious lifting of her up to the real world stretched out the stitches on her stomach injury. "Nik, you idiot! That hurt!" she scolded the Dancing Owl before she noticed that they were in the presence of another person. The Poison Owl turned to look over at the girl with the glasses then looked back at Nik. "This is who you found?" she asked, giving Nik a look of disbelief. She was supposed to let a girl with a book heal her? Anya threw up her hands. This was not something she could really argue with now. Especially since she noticed that the pain from her wounds was disappearing. When she next looked down at her leg and stomach, Anya noticed that they were both healed along with any of the other injuries. She looked back over at the girl with the book. "Um.. Thanks?" she stated. Anya really was grateful to this strange girl who helped heal her. Now she could go off to fight against the Fallen Phoenix and help her friends again. Anya got to her feet on her own without any trouble. "Nice work." she told the girl with a curt nod of approval.
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Kate could feel Che's speed slowing down. She could only barely hear the sounds of Roulin's and Raven's fighting in the distance. But within moments now, Kate couldn't hear much of anything any more. She was too weak to concentrate on anything at this point. All she knew was the fact that Che was still carrying her.
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The fight with Elle had ended in a draw as her sister had managed to get away. Erin had basically let her go. Well, not really. It was more like Erin had felt weak from using her blood manipulation too much. Granted, she wasn't as weak as she had been before her powers had begun mutating, but she was still out of breath. And for whatever reason, Elle had thought it not worth it to even bother with her any more. Right now, Erin was hovering along in midair, searching for Elle. She had expanded her psychic powers to scan for her sister's mind, but so far it had brought up nothing. Below her, she could see that UNS soldiers had invaded Rome and were killing Owls left and right. Not only this but the gravity in the city was thrown completely out of control. What had happened? Erin was managing to pull through by putting up barriers using her psi powers to protect herself. In the distance, Erin could tell that Roulin was fighting a vicious fight against the Fallen Pheonix leader. So far, she could still sense most of the Night Owls. The one person she had felt vanish was Noel, the God Owl. Erin was extremely worried...
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Posted: Sun Oct 30, 2011 3:44 pm
((TFP---Raven))
“Likewise….Roulin…I feel the same…way about…this…” Raven muttered in a soft whisper at Rou’s comment on his face being the last one she saw when she died. “It is almost….a twisted…pact….” Raven’s vision was no longer in focus as she stared blankly ahead and directly past Roulin. She fought the need to cough and clear her dry throat knowing that by doing so would only disturb her broken body. So instead she inhaled as deeply as she dared and released the breath at a very slow safe rate. Raven had not felt this drained in a very long time, even the fight she and Rou had had in New Exire and not brought her to this stage of exhaustion and pain and it was a sharp reality check for the young leader.
Roulin’s questions echoed around Raven’s head as she fished around for some suitable answers. Of course, her first response had been a bitter laugh that shook her body lightly causing her to stop laughing abruptly and to wince in pain. The blonde female turned her head towards the sky, no longer wishing to stare in the Italians direction. “Because…no one else would….stand up and do what I am doing…” Icy blue eyes disappeared beneath heavy eyelids as Raven allowed herself to concentrate only on speaking as supposed to cloud watching. “Who else….would take this place?...I made my choice….” She added in an almost inaudible tone of voice.
The next question brought about a small smile on Raven’s lips. It had prompted her to think about her childhood, the way she had been not so long ago really... The long lazy days back home with her parents and her older brother. Walking the vineyards and visiting the lake nearby on those rare family trips away from their secure happy home. She could hear her brother’s voice as he playfully goaded her into a race that she could never win. Her mother’s beautiful laughter as her father cursed to the high heavens because he had forgotten something that really wasn’t important. “The question…should be….what would I be like….if my life….had been different….” She finally muttered in a strained voice while trying to push such memories away from her line of thought.
“I would be…back home and living…a normal life…” Raven could picture it somewhat, it was something she had actually imagined before but had never allowed to take full control of her mind nor one she could ever see blossoming. “Working on my…families’ vineyard….plans for the future… the typical thought of a girl…” A small laugh escaped her lips at her words; she had I now way woken up this day and imagined that she would be lying amongst rubble with an enemy close by who was asking her what if questions. “Marriage and a couple of children….a nice home…Modern with a country feel...The works. …” Raven opened her eyes which were still rather unfocused, and stared towards to sky “Reality is a lot more….harder to please….and to accept…”She raised her right hand up towards the sky as if trying to reach something but after a few seconds she brought it back down so it now lay across her chest. “I know now…that I will never have that…but…one sacrifice on my behalf….is worth it…” Raven closed her eyes again before turning the same question on Roulin “What about you?...Your life….if things…were different…”
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Posted: Sun Oct 30, 2011 5:13 pm
Mahareshi Rorsch (Auto hit as per Scythe.)
Timothy far too blinded by just the thought of bringing harm to Will that he hadn't noticed that his attack contained too many holes. One was revealed to him when Will brought him over his shoulder with a grab and pull technique. Thanks to the Owl's rather jagged claws he'd formed beforehand, a bit of blood was freed from the lacerations that were created. Now on the ground again, Timothy found himself aggravated and frustrated. The surge of electricity that spread out beneath him was only a sign. Looking up at Will again, the determined Herald gnashed his teeth and his eyes, with which he used to stare beams of pure hatred into the blonde, whitened to match his pastel hued hair.
With a mighty swing, Timothy's arm slammed into the ground by his side causing a small fist shaped crater to be formed. The muscles in his mid-section burned with effort as he quickly drew his legs upward toward his chin. Rolling backwards into a tightened handstand, Timothy released a horse-like back kick when the angle of his handstand was optimal. The kick was filled with enough force to uplift Will's figure and send him flying into nearby church. It wasn't a big church that garnered the attention of all the liars and sinners in the area, but rather a local one that would fit one hundred at the least. Either way, Timothy was already on his way over to Will. Che could wait and so could his dying little Owl girlfriend.
Will could feel the hatred Tim directed toward him, but hatred wasn't anything new to Will. Actually, it may have helped Tim more to not hate Will simply because of who Will was. The Lightning Herald managed to launch the devil backwards into -of all places- a church. The devil crashed through a wall of two before landing...............It wasn't big, but Will could feel his powers weaken a little as he found himself laying on the altar looking up at a goddamn cross. He smirked. It seemed the followers of this particular church weren't as bad sinners as usual, so he couldn't draw from negative energy as much as usual. Tim lucked out, but Will didn't have let to let Tim know that. What did concern Will was the number of Bibles in the church. He was going to have to be on dodging duty if Tim got ahold of them and began to chuck them at the Satan Owl. In preparation, Will quickly pulled on a pair of black gloves from his pocket as he rolled off the altar and got up. This meant his skin contact was limited to his face and whatever clothes Tim pulled off or ruined. The black gloves wouldn't be immediately obvious because Will did have a thin coat layer of black on him.
The Lightning Herald was coming fast, and to buy a little bit more of time, Will launched a wave of black lightning towards the doors of the church, sending out the lightning to destroy everything in its path (to make it harder to see Bibles in the resulting ash) and to hit Tim face on. That wave wouldn't get far because Tim was fast though, and the wave wasn't as strong as it could be. It had taken Will a bit more time than usual to get off the altar.
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Posted: Sun Oct 30, 2011 5:17 pm
Kojiro looked at Serena and nodded, He picked up his pace, almost sprinting at this point, he tightened his grip around Serena's,.At this point he was not sure what he was getting himself into , but he would not be leaving without his family, and if they did not make it out...neither did he. in a heartbeat Kojiro created a small blade in his hand, if they were in danger he knew he would not hold back against the enemy, not this time. He clutched the blade tight n his hand as he continued moving.
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Posted: Sun Oct 30, 2011 6:23 pm
The Cosmic Owl's face turned a lighter blue, her own version of pale, with pain as she was transferred from Moli's arms to Aeon's. But aside from that and the tensing of her body, she showed no other signs that she was in pain despite the fact that even the slightest movement caused her the greatest agony. She looked from Aeon who had begun walking towards the horizon, which they were heading towards. The day, which had once been so beautiful was now overcast. It was befitting to the events that had unfolded today. When Aeon mentioned that Cecilia needed to go to a hospital, the stubborn Cosmic Owl shook her head. "No, no hospitals...th-they....might n-not....d-do anything...a-about i-it...g-g-giving w-what I-I....a-am" The words she spoke were hard to form as she pleaded with Moli's girlfriend. They might have been able to fool a couple of bumbling UNS members, but she was sure they couldn't fool a hospital staff who were most likely a lot more intelligent and wouldn't believe the fact that she had been "holding her breath for too long".
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Posted: Sun Oct 30, 2011 7:13 pm
Aeon listened to Cecilia and kept her pace. "So you want me to let you bleed to death?" she asked her. "We're going to a hospital and that's that. If someone has a problem with you and your blue skin then they can take it up with me" she simply said. "True there is a lot of hostility between humans and owls here but they still took a medical oath to serve, and that's what they will do" she told the stubborn sapphire owl.
Cecilia was getting a little heavy but thankfully, Aeon found what looked to be like a hospital in the horizon. "Just try and relax Cecilia, you arguing is only using up energy" she said calmly.
The negation hit Sabrina's back as she yelled out in pain. She had to change form soon, she had taken too much damage in her rock form. Stomping the ground, she lept into a crack as she began to transform once more. The ground began to quake as hot gas, ash and lava began to shoot from the ground, revealing a red and orange like Sabrina. Her hair looked like flowing magma and she was clad in small chunks of earth infused with magma. This form was her favorite, it brought back memories of her training with Ember as far as endurance with heat and understanding her power.
She pushed her hands forward releasing a wave of magma, while creating heat vents in the ground around Thomas. The heat vents not only let out scorching steam but poisonous gases as well.
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Posted: Sun Oct 30, 2011 8:15 pm
(Just woke up...in a real posting mood. Too bad it has to be wasted on a paper...)
Roulin's breathing was hampered direly by a broken rib pressing against both his right lung and the muscle it was behind. Like a loose tooth, it seemed to flutter which each breath, but resiliently, it remained in place being a nuisance to things in front of and behind it. It was painful yes, but the Life Owl knew how to remedy it. He inhaled deeply. His already clouded vision distorted even more as he winced in immeasurable pain. He need this to connect to it's base where it was dangling from. Exhale, deep inhale....exhale deep inhale. The process went on and on causing the young man to cringe, tense and tighten each time in waves of pain that was worst than the previous. Before the sharp, burning sensation that would've knocked any human out rendered his upper body numb, the dangling thread of a bone connected once more and was locked hesitantly in place by his healing factor.
When the quiet war with his internal organs was complete, Roulin's attention return to Raven where it would remain until all her words were spoken. After relinquishing a heavy exhausted sigh, the Italian began to form his answer towards the french revolutionary. "Heh, that question...I know that I wouldn't be here. I know that all my effort would be placed into....into getting to know my father better. My uncle would still be alive...my mother...I'd be a better detective than I am now...stable income, stable family....A wife, two...two kids...maybe open a restaurant with Che and Cecilia. My house would sit on a vast rolling plain...just typical grizzled war vet stuff. That's not typical girl stuff...Catherine, those are dreams, ambitions...things you want to accomplish before you ******** die. How live now...is but a somber shadowy nightmare..."
No matter how it was spread out before him, Roulin had to view everything the Phoenix said from her perspective and not from his. From his line of sight, everything she did was wrong, but the intentions behind her incredibly destructive actions were too...different. Her odd philanthropist motives simply had to be questioned. When the revelations that revealed only a sliver of a glimpse of each combatant's ways, Roulin rolled over onto his stomach. Upon landing, he bit back a yelp of pain by pressing his forehead into the ground and gnashing his teeth. Once the pain waned and subsided, Roulin blew out a reluctant breath.
The french woman had too much power, too much backing and was far too intelligent for this ridiculous madness. Furthermore, beyond her extraordinary Owl-born ability was just another small woman with a tough will. In this world, there had to be more to her than just her power, a few wishes, hopes and dreams and an army of crazed Owls. Roulin wanted to see her succeed and progress in something that wasn't human genocide. He didn't want to see her body riddled with bullets or her head carved open, but he didn't want to fight anymore either. With dark purple eyes still shut to the world, Roulin spoke against the ground as well as against his entire mission, "Rave---Catherine...no more of that Raven bull. If I could, I would give you all...the energy I have left just to see you walk again. I would heal you...so that you...could progress in this world...but I can't. I know what you'd do," The Owl of Life admitted not caring how unlike himself he sounded. Tough or weak, they were both laying on the ground in broken forms of their former selves. Softhearted or hard-bodied, Roulin had to speak now to Raven while the opportunity was before him.
"I gave you my artifact in hopes...that you'd at least blink once...in thought...of a life unlike this. Yes, heh heh, you did screw me over in my hopes for you...but I didn't care in the end. For you, I kept faith... and I chose to look past that like I chose to look past my father and his ways and what Lucien has done in the past." One eye opened while the other remained sealed in both effort and pain. Still though, he wasn't finished fighting his pain. He still had to fight to convince the woman there was more to life than this. "Right now, I'm healing. Faster than you...Catherine. I can pick you up...and carry you away from here. Away from this madness. I can even heal your wounds so that you can walk on your own two feet! With the help of myself and others....that life you want can be placed in the palm of your hand and never will you have to worry about it slipping away. You'll never have to look back at this hell."
The young man was able to lift himself to his knees and hands, but anything past that position he could ascend to. Bones still shattered would take minutes to heal, but that was no time at all. The young male was sure this moment of clarity and realization would last forever with the two. "I'll help you all along the way. But..If you don't accept this offer, then I will be forced to kill you right where you lay. If it means peace for both Owls and humans, then I will silence you...do you understand? Please...this world could be something more with you in it! I'd assist to your goal!" None of the words that passed the young man's lips and entered the fallen revolutionary's ears were cold and berating. Rather, they were solemn and laced with hope. There had to be something else in this world for the girl. Even something else for each of her followers. Roulin was prepared to work day and night to help them all achieve their goal, but their leader would have to first agree to it all. If she didn't, then the cycle, Roulin lividly lamented, would continue and more blood would be spilled. They'd be back to square one and at each others throats in no time at all...
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Posted: Sun Oct 30, 2011 8:37 pm
Haha! Gotcha b***h!" Thomas exclaimed triumphantly after Sabrina took his attack to her back. In the rolling rock form, Thomas couldn't tell what he'd hit but after the Herald landed and showed him, he grinned in delight. For this kind of shapeshifting Herald, damage over time was his only method of attack. It didn't bother Thomas though. The dark man waited almost a millennium for this moment. Now that it was unfolding before him, he had only a role to play. His prize would be in his possession soon enough.
Now, the once green-tinted woman was tinged red. Her once supple, smooth skin now dripping with magma and steaming from the heat. Her hair was still red, but it was dangerous to touch. Not for Thomas though. This form would be the easiest to damage as she was a liquid. This was too good. Without thinking, Thomas took off for the girl. Her stream of magma was evaded, but a vent of hot air burst in his face scalding away the Negation which covered it. Beneath this dark exterior was revealed to be a skull with eyes nearly intact. Much like the Grim Reaper, his Negation was his hood and his power was his Scythe. Leaping forward, he sent off two globs of Negation at the magma-formed Earth Herald.
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When it finally dawned upon Che who he was tailing his eyes widely opened. It was Erin, a blood manipulator. Desperate, her power seemed like the next best thing to a pure healer. As one couldn't be found, he approached her atop the skyscraper which she seemed to be stuck upon. "You! Girl!" yelled Che as he touched down. "Erin, listen. I don't know you and you don't know me...but here's the thing. I need this girl here...her name is Kate....I need her healed immediately? You understand? You're the only person I can find with a power that might could help. Can you do this? I promise I'll repay you somehow someway...."
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Posted: Sun Oct 30, 2011 8:52 pm
Cecilia scowled at Aeon. The Cosmic Owl did not want a hospital. But seeing that Moli's girlfriend was bent on taking her, she finally relented with a weak smirk and a "tsch" sound that escaped from her lips. "W-W-Well now I-I....c-can see...h-how you k-keep M-Moli in...line," she said, her expression very much teasing behind her agony. "J-Just m-make sure they....d-don't g-give me...any...sedatives," Cecilia didn't trust sedatives. They had always had a negative affect on her such as making it harder for her to control her mutation after she came out of a sedated sleep. Cecilia's eyes shifted ahead once again allowing her to glimpse a hospital that was not too far away. She sighed and shook her head. If she could, she would have run away, but if she could run then there would have been no need for Aeon to carry her at the moment.
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Posted: Mon Oct 31, 2011 1:46 am
(TFP - Serilda Madde)
After the brush of the fallen rocks and concrete, she was sitting herself up after treating Lorna's wounds with her uniform ripping part of her right sleeve, she started to tighten the wound and began to help Lorna from the dust. "You alright," Standing their while supporting Lorna with a shoulder she saw another person coming into view and began to question if he was friend or foe. Talking about a battle Serilda was told to go this direction, with that he also wanted to come along. He seemed to be in good condition, Finding herself she kept Lorna from wobbling back to the ground and lifted her back onto her shoulder. "So this way right?" The man nodded. After a few minutes of walking and helping Lorna Serilda had a faint sense that this way was going to bring her and them into a mine field of destruction. But keeping forward she kept them on their feet and kept pacing forward.
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Posted: Mon Oct 31, 2011 2:36 am
The emerald haired Polaris Owl nodded in thanks as Serilda dressed her wounds. The Matter Owl seemed quite calm about Lorna's injuries, which relieved Lorna. If Serilda had been panicking, Lorna might have had to strike the girl across the face as she could only tolerate so much. Even though Lorna could walk, she leaned against Serilda given the fact that her balance was not yet steady and her steps were a drunken wobble. But this state would not last her too much longer. A nagging feeling touched Lorna's mind, tormenting her emotions. A worry for Raven washed over her.
While the Polaris Owl knew that there were not many who could best Raven or even come close to matching her strength, their leader was fighting Roulin who could be seen as just as powerful or even more powerful. A sense of dread settled over her. Feeling strength come back in her legs, she moved away from Serilda's support. Lorna wobbled for a few seconds, but then regained use of her legs, which became steady again for the most part. "I think I can make it the rest of the way," she said as she began walking alongside Serilda and Soliel on her own. They soon came across the battlefield and Roulin and Raven.
Lorna's dreaded worries had come into frution. The leaders of the different sides were both very much sporting injuries, but it was not Roulin who jolted Lorna's concern. It was the Phoenix leader who had taken her in when she had nowhere else to go, who had provided her with a family and friends who shared her ambitions for a perfect world. Roulin's hair had changed, it was long instead of it's usual daffodil style. Yet Lorna only stared for a brief second before directing her worry filled silver eyes directed themselves back towards Raven. From the stance their leader had, it was clear that perhaps she had a few broken ribs. The scars she wore were a symbol of the battle that was fought here today. Yet, the two leaders did not appear to be fighting, no...they appeared to be conversing. But why weren't Raven's injuries healing? Why were they continuing to remain the same. Lorna waited with baited breath for Raven to speak, attack, but she seemed to just be standing there.
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