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 Posted: Sun May 06, 2012 2:52 pm
 As Demios released his magical energy and destroyed the two darker versions of themselves, Amara released her hold on her father's mind as her conciousness was now back in her body. The psion had had enough....it was time to end this once and for all. A red like aura surrounded her as she began to use a new power that was unbeknownst to her, psychic vamperism, draining the mental lifeforce from another being to sustain or enhance one's on. Rising into the air Amara made eye contact with her mother. "I've come to the conclusion as to why you are the way you are mother. It is out of sheer jealousy...to lose a gift and try to gain it back only to be let down once again" she said.
"I now understand now...me...who I am...the power that I have...and the power of the mind. It's not all about power but understanding...the understanding of our surroundings, the potential we have, life and death...I understand it for the first time but that was something that you could never fathom. If you were a normal person...I would just deactivate your abilities...yes I know I can do that....but you're an omnipath...quite powerful in your own right...I'll have to end it so that you are not around to make anyone else suffer" she told her as the red energy absorbed into her and in her right eye a red shape of a phoenix shown and the red energy shot from her and around Evelynn. Evelynn fell to the ground as her lifeforce was being drained...soon enough, she was looking feeble and elderly until she finally began to dematerialize into the wind.
Amara looked into the distance as now her biological mother was nothing more than a memory. Looking forward at her father who was looking at her back, Amara didn't say anything to him but began to work on him. She wouldn't kill him...he didn't deserve it...she was going to help him. Using her telekinesis on a molecular scale she was able to isolate the gene that made him an Owl...surpressing his mutation until he was now "human". Erasing his negative views on human kind....she implanted memories of him having a happy life...not one of torment and hatred. She hoped that he would make the best with his life now than to be driven by a power hungry woman. As Sebastian turned around, Amara smiled. I hope that we get closer dad... she projected to him as he was no on his way to a destination unknown to except for Amara. Descending to the ground...the psychic inhaled deeply and sighed. ((edit everyone else in soon))
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Posted: Mon May 07, 2012 2:17 pm
Roulin's attacks had struck and the resulting impact which threw Lucien back only caused him to skid just centimeters backwards. His balance was kept and so was the grin that had remained engraved within his features during the onslaught. The Owl of Life clearly had the upper hand in this fight thanks to his expanse of powers and the form he'd taken in order to create even more dissonance between him and his opponent's attacks. At this rate, the younger Owl wouldn't be able to touch him. He was faster, stronger and more clever than the Owl of Death. He wasn't smarter though, but as one could see, intelligence wasn't getting him anywhere in this fight. Roulin rolled his shoulders and licks of darkness that arose from him crackled like bones. The man was ready once again to fight.
Whether or not Lucien could hear or see it, Roulin's figure was taking a toll on him albeit slowly only when he stood still. As he moved, his breaths became longer and more audible and as he fought, the Italian may as well been not breathing at all. This was an exercise for him and a strenuous one at that. Roulin was still very much surprised at himself for being able to stay within this form for so long. His last session in this mixed element body lasted only fifteen minutes. So far, he's spent seven in it. Before him was Lucien kneeling as if submitting to him finally. The haughty young man knew this was far from the case and remained poised for attack as he approached his opponent. He was bleeding from his scalp and like himself, he was tired, panting savoring each breath as if it were his last.
Roulin began to form an attack which he knew would be the last if he struck with it. It was another shockwave interlaced with concussive force and a few other elements he'd picked at random. The attack itself was powerful enough to remove the element setting from the arm that held it. The Owl knew he was losing energy so this had to be the last move of the game. Just as he began to release the attack, his torso and legs were captured within some invisible fixture. It was Lucien's almost undetectable wires again. The attack was resolved and absorbed giving his appendage back it's elemental form. The Owl of Grey was prepared to burn through the wires with just heat, but before he could do so, he was captured in a bind of telekinetic energy, then trapped painfully within a sphere of metal objects. Any human would've been crushed to nothing by this, but Roulin was far from that. Although he was crushed, he was far from dead, but from the outside which remained silent and still as the night, that's just what he seemed...
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Posted: Mon May 07, 2012 2:39 pm
With the sphere of metal encasing Roulin's body Lucien knew he could not let his guard down. With his laser lined defenses still scorching the earth around him Lucien could at least take solice in the fact that he wasn't completely open to a separate attack. With the ball of metal objects crushing down on Roulin's body Lucien didn't let up, he knew if he did then there would be no stopping Roulin. What he knew to be true was that Roulin still had his elemental powers, and the teleportation he had ways to escape Lucien's attempts at binding him, now was not the time to go soft. What he couldn't understand was why, that was always the hard part of any investigation or story. The how is the simple part, Roulin attacked him and the following catastrophic fight ensued, but what was it for? Pride, to show that Roulin was better than Lucien? For the chance to fight Raven on his own? Or was it simply a whim that Roulin felt in his belligerence state of mind? Lucien understood this frame set well, it was the reason why he had killed Giovanni for his gunpowder manipulation.
As he continued to keep his grip his body was beginning to ache, keeping up constant mental grasp of the area was quite trifling even for someone like Lucien. Not to mention Roulin was no slouch it was like having a metal gate keep in an elephant. He felt sweat roll down his face as he tightened his hands a bit, he needed a new plan, something else, because he knew that he couldn't keep this up forever and what would he do when he let Roulin out? Well that was the easy part. "You were never the kind of man to give into such a pathetic mode of attack, ambushes, killing off innocent soldiers and people. You're not the Owl of Life, You're the Owl of Treachery." His emotions were a bit more apparent than usual, he was angry at Roulin for becoming a monster just as he had. "I had expected you to be the one who would reunite this world, not crush it into dust. A monster cannot beat another monster Roulin. It takes a man in order to kill a monster." He clenched his hand tighter. Finally inciting his next step. "You're pathetic. No that's not the right word, you had it all, a woman who loves you a family, a team, a reason to live and to protect. And you've thrown them all away. You're not pathetic Roulin, you're tragic." Lucien shifted his weight a little just before he lifted himself once again into the sky, the laser display followed him up, creating three dimensional geometric figures of different shapes and sizes around the Death Owl's body. As he stared down at the metallic sphere on the ground he waited, knowing full well that just like most things in life Roulin was not done and over with yet.
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Posted: Mon May 07, 2012 4:26 pm
Within the metallic sphere, Roulin's form had faded leaving only his mangled body at it's core. The raven haired man was transient now. From the look in his half opened, bloodshot eyes, it was easy to see that he was between this world and the world of the sleeping. He was tired thanks to his other form taking such a toll on him and his rage had also drew on him mentally. The Owl of Life resented things he couldn't see like Lucien's strings. He probably wouldn't be encased in more than a few tons of metal if he could just glimpse them as they writhed about the ground and air.
As his mind wandered aimlessly and tiredly, his discolored eyes did the same. He was surrounded by darkness and the cold of the steel surrounding him only made him want to sleep. Lucien's voice, which came to him as a dull echo, kept him awake. Coherent still, Roulin could make out his words. The man was calling him a monster. A tragic, pathetic monster. The Life Owl began to come to as Lucien, the man he once considered his greatest threat called him such a thing. From his words, the encased Owl drew anger, animosity and rage once again. His eyes that stared into the darkness were now filled with conviction once more and his body, ensnared and twisted, began to heal itself at a brisk rate. Again, Roulin was angry and filled with fury that begged to be released. The metal sphere began to hum a low, deadly tune as it vibrated like a chord...
"A monster?" The metallic construct became warped as it's center slowly turned inward onto itself. Like the skin of an orange, it peeled backward piece by multicolored piece. "A monster? You of all people? Calling me a monster? I had expected you to be the one to make my uncle proud. I expected you to be the one to lead us to the end of this all. We see where my expectations went..." The center of the sphere was now visible. Roulin's clothing was unharmed saved for a few cuts and wrinkles. The bloodstains were almost invisible thanks to the coloring of the clothing. The exterior of the shell reformed itself as wings upon Roulin's back and the interior simply fell to the ground ringing out in various clanks and thumps. The Owl of Grey look into Lucien's eyes staring red and lavender daggers of reproach and anger into them. Built up in both his hands were dark purple spheres of concentrated energy. One of light, the other of pure concussive force. "A woman that loves me and my family are the reason for all of this. You're just something that'll make me stronger for them Lucien. Another stepping stone for this monster to overcome."
It would all come down to this Roulin decided after fighting this man for so long. This resolved man. The man who changed his ways expecting to receive grace. Spitting to the side, the dark haired man lifted his hands to Lucien and scowled angrily as he charge more power into his hands. Glancing at his opponent once again with those same discolored, bloodshot eyes, Roulin shouted over the sounds of his crackling energies, "You want to see me be a monster!? You want me to show you what you once were!? Here!" Giving most if not all of his power into the shot, Roulin expelled the two attacks as one singular beam from his cupped palms. The attack shined brightly and rocked the area causing trees to blow back and stones to crack under the weight of it all. The land he stood on was torn away leaving Roulin to hover within the concave dome he'd created. The attack itself was winding, meandering like a snake on it's way to Lucien. If there was ever an attack that embodied the rage pent up within the young mind of the Owl of Life, this was it. It was more a part of him than he could begin to understand.
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Posted: Mon May 07, 2012 10:16 pm
Lucien's eyes widened as his telekinetic grip was stripped away by Roulin's over powering sensations, he felt his hands being pried open as though Roulin were stretching the very limits of his powers through sheer force. Lucien finally released his grasp on the metal and Roulin, he could see that it was pointless to try and keep him pried down with telekinesis alone. As Roulin spoke, more of shouting of course thanks to the massive amounts of interference that was displayed, Lucien couldn't help but think of responses, of course he didn't have the time or the chance to utter them through his mouth. 'I failed more expectations than yours Roulin, if I could not be what this world needed I could have only prayed that you would be it in my place. I am no hero, I am Death, the release of this world.' The sheer rage that burned in Roulin's voice and in his body was far superior to that of any Lucien had ever felt, but then again rage had never fueled him.
'A stepping stone? Roulin, if only the world were so linear. Life triumphing over death? It's an absurdity just as it is the other way around. There is no better, or stronger, they are a careful balancing act.' As Roulin began to visualize his attack in an almost reality warping display Lucien felt the air become thick and choking. His defense grid spun rapidly around him as more crystal floated up from the swirling ground to create more pathways for the light to reflect. 'What I once was, was a fool. I believed emotionlessness was the key, no I thought I was to good for emotion, that they were only for the weak. You, Che, Dante, Thomas in some regards, Raven, Anya, and most importantly Amara showed me how wrong I was. Rage and frustration are not fuels for power, but a disease that must be purged.' Lucien raised out his hand, slowing down the grid of lasers. He let his wrist fall limp, the crystals around him fell and were drawn smashing into the ground by Roulin's display of power.
The balls of light that floated around him were extinguished, and the clouds that raged above them suddenly disappeared, they didn't just retract they shot out of the sky vanishing leaving only the pristine view of the night sky above. 'Rage cannot be quelled by a strong front, or a powerful resolve.' Lucien held out his hands as if to hug Roulin, despite the great distance between them. As Roulin finished his gathering and finally released the attack Lucien found himself oddly at peace with this. A gentle smile spread across his face as the light from Roulin's attack illuminated the area. In a flash it consumed Lucien's body hiding the Death Owl from view behind its intense might. As the beam tore through the air and aimlessly into the city below destroying, no completely annihilating all in its path Lucien's body was nowhere to be seen alongside the pure rampant chaos. The answer to the mystery was actually very simple Lucien had taken the hit.
But this was not the end of the Death Owl, for today was not his day to die. If One were to look down they would see. Lucien's body lay sprawled over something, covering something from the mighty blast of Roulin's attacks. Lucien's back, or rather what had at one point been his back smoldered with the energy Roulin released. Pieces of his flesh fell to the ground, his chest heaved out and in, with every breathe small spurts of blood sprayed from the gaping injuries on his back. His spine was exposed ad were the junctions where several of his ribs connected. Upon further investigation one would find that Lucien wasn't simply slouching over himself, he was in fact protecting something. As the severity of his injuries finally took their toll Lucien rolled over onto his back on the ground, his chest blistered and bubbled with the heat, his negation suit was all but a tattered shred of cloth and fibers. His arms bore the scars of the attack, but what had Lucien been protecting from the blast? Directly to his right, where he had once crouched were two people, a male soldier who was holding a crying little girl tightly in his arms. Lucien turned his head smiling at the two for a moment. He looked at them, his face, aside from the dust and scratched that covered it was the part of him that seemed the least damaged.
During Roulin's attack Lucien had fully expected to take the full beating that it brought with it. However at the last moment he felt a small tug at one of the razor wires he had still laced throughout the area. It was from this soldier holding what could only be assumed was his daughter hiding in fear of their battle. Clearly the man was a Fallen Phoenix soldier, but in Lucien's mind there was no separation between them. Lucien had saved their lives by dispersing the three of them into mist just before the beam destroyed their former hiding place, and now there they were in shock by the event. He raised his hand up shakily gently patted the girl's head. "Never let her go....A father's love can never be measured properly." His arm soon fell from his body at the shoulder joint it rolled slightly down before coming to a stop. The daughter's eyes filled with tears, the father held her tighter against his chest as tears filled his in gratitude that they were alive. "Go, seek refuge...." Lucien's voice was just barely above a whisper. The man nodded standing up holding his little girl in his arms.
"Bless you sir, bless you!" The soldier said before he sprouted wings and took off into the sky.
Lucien smiled a bit turning his head up to Roulin from his laying down position. He was resting slightly at a seated up position thanks to a tilted piece of concrete, all the while his tender smile never faded. "There was a time....A time when I addressed you as my brother." He coughed hoarsely blood spilled from his mouth. "Where did the time go?" He asked. "Roulin...To fight for the sake of purely bettering yourself is no reason at all. Being number one is not a dream it's a curse. What's wrong with being number two?" He asked raising an eyebrow just slightly. "They were why I fought." he said referring to the parent and child. "Owls, humans, there is no distinction. Fallen Phoenix, Night Owl, or U.N.S. Must the three always be at each other's throats? Is there no other solution?" He coughed again closing his eyes tightly for a moment from the pain of his injuries. He took a few rushed quick breathes before continuing. "Roulin...I say this not as the Death Owl, or as the leader of the U.N.S. but as the man you once considered a brother. Do not traverse the path you are now. You are Life, the most wonderful gift in this entire plain of existence, such a gift, such talent should never be stifled by rage, or hatred." Lucien looked slightly to his left he could see that in the massive explosion the black flame lighter that Dante had given him had been destroyed, pieces of it were scattered along the ground beside of him. But still Lucien's smile did not fade. "The people we love and cherish are not the reason why we strive to be better. They are the pillars that show us that we are perfect just the way we are." He looked back at the lighter once more, and for an instance thought of Dante. "And even when they are gone, when we feel that Death has cheated us out of a loved one, or a friend always know this. Death Ends a Life, Not a Relationship."
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Posted: Tue May 08, 2012 12:42 pm
The beam of entwined energy that screamed thunderously as it made it's way to Lucien had struck it's target with all of it's ferocity. All of it's power and rage focused onto one point to deal incredible damage both to the Owl of Death and to the area that it zoomed over. Just as Roulin thought, if there was a power to exemplify even a fraction of his rage, that was it and could possibly be no other. Now, the Italian's body was taut, sore and steaming from the sweet release of the attack. Even still though, he was far from calm and seeing that Lucien did nothing to counterattack or even defend himself, it only made him more volatile.
"What?" Roulin took a few steps forward, stumbled into the mud and caught himself in a kneeling position. There was absolutely no way he could fall now. Not after coming this far in this battle. Picking himself up once more, he held his chest and drew many labored breaths. Each draw was like swallowing frigid razor blades. The bit of his chest burned with the same feeling. "What?! No! No!" The Owl of Life fell once again but this time to both of his knees. Seconds later, he coughed droplets of blood into the palm of his right hand then spat to his side a mixture of the familiar red liquid and mucus. Mustering some strength, he got to his feet again and dazedly walked over to his fallen enemy.
"No! Get up! Get up right now and fight!" shouted Roulin after watching the father and daughter duo escape the area. "Get up Lucien! Right now! Get up and keep fighting! This isn't how this is going to end!" The man was now blinded by anger and confusion thanks to Lucien's choice of retaliation. The man was no ordinary man yet he chose to end the fight like this? Long ago, Roulin could perfectly understand the reasoning behind such a thing. Such a sacrifice....but not today. He'd forgotten what it meant to give oneself to a greater cause. Now, Roulin stood over his defeated friend, his eyes welling with wonder and anger, the red accentuating the confusion that was present within them as well. "Do you think I'm going to let you lose like this? Like a---like a human!? Goddamn it! Get up and finish this fight or I will kill you!"
Gnashing his teeth in a scornful snarl, Roulin lifted his sight from Lucien to the duo that was flying away. The metal that had twisted around him minutes ago had formed large, jointed, dark silver wings on his back. He could've chased them down and killed them to incite what he knew was inside of Lucien. He even lifted a hand to fire a shot at them that would surely knock them from the sky into the river below. The only thing that slowed him was Lucien talking to him as a friend and not as someone trying to kill him. Although angered greatly, the Owl of Grey wasn't beyond reason. Giving the Death Owl this moment, Roulin listened while his lavender eyes stared down upon him with sorrow and remorse now.
"I don't fight solely for the purpose of bettering myself Lucien." The young Italian lowered his hand doing away with attack that would've been the last bit of his energy he could blast away. Sighing, Roulin kept the sight of Lucien's foolish, stupid little out of his mind. "As I told you long ago, I fight to protect those I care about. Family, friends...I want to see them all become something one day. Including you. Even right now, I want to kill you and take all of your powers. You're lucky you have a child." It burned to leave such a catch just laying there. A goldmine of powers was right there in front of him, but not even he could bring himself to kill him. He couldn't bring himself to admit that it wasn't has family that kept him from killing him. Deep down, Roulin still considered Lucien something whether that be a friend, an acquaintance or simply a teammate. He was sure the Death Owl could tell this by now.
"Hmph. What's wrong with being number two? It's not number one. That's what's wrong with it," replied Roulin as his breathing began to slow to a normal pace. He still held his chest and hadn't noticed the blood trickling from his hair and lip. "Don't traverse this path? I'm sorry, but I can't do that. Brother, friend, whatever. I have to walk this path. Human and Owls cannot coexist and you know this. You all know this! Just look Lucien. Life...Death....we mean nothing. It's just instinct and...goddamn purpose that drives everyone. No one cares about life or death. If they did, they wouldn't try to tell others who should and shouldn't have it!" Roulin dropped to a knee next to Lucien and stared deep into his tired eyes. In his sight was the torn area that once held Lucien's arm. His legs, although attached, were only dangling by a thread on the inside. "I am Life. The one thing people throw to the wind carelessly in order to live with no worries. The longest, most brutal challenge anyone will ever endure. You're Death. The end. The purpose of all life. The quickest release from me. You're saying don't be stifled by rage or hatred? I'm sorry, but that's all Life is filled with Lucien. Death is peace and Life is pain. The people we love are my reason for living. For fighting. They're, like you said, pillars. I like my pillars unbroken."
The Life Owl resolve was now clearer than ever. His philosophy of Life and Death differed immensely from Lucien's. That was their schism now. Their wedge that constantly drove them further and further apart. Life wasn't fun. It wasn't easy. It wasn't sweet. Death wasn't long, nor was it painful. It was instant, quick and peaceful. Roulin understood his place in the world now and he only hoped that after this talk, Lucien did as well. Placing the tips of his fingers on the younger Owl's chest, Roulin nodded to him, finally acknowledging the grin he wore. "It's funny Lucien...how things have become. Life was once the easier of the two human elements. Death was evil. It was pain and all of that. Now, it's Life that's the monster. Is it surprising to you that now after so many years we finally see the truth? I'll be seeing you my friend. Very soon." In only seconds, Lucien's body vanished without a trace or a sound leaving just Roulin and the surrounding band of Owls that had gathered to listen to the men speak. This was finished and Roulin had no need to stay behind anymore. Wasting no more time, he took of to the capitol to finally put an end to this war.
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Posted: Tue May 08, 2012 9:00 pm
Kate simply stayed standing where she was, watching as the blonde continued throwing pointless remarks back. Closing her eyes, Kate let out a light sigh. This was irritating. Opening her eyes again, Kate saw Acelyn whip her hand forward, sending metallic whips towards her feet and face. The Eternity Owl heard Che shout at her to move, but Kate already had a plan in motion. In her mind, she had spoken her phrase of Eternity Jewle. Her body became insubstantial, like that of a ghost, and the whips merely struck the ground beneath her feet and behind her. "Eternity: Lugh." A flash of light and a male figure clad in armor, holding a spear in one hand, a sword strapped to his belt, and riding a horse with a large greyhound standing next them materialized not too far from where Kate stood. This was the old Irish god, Lugh. Without Kate needing to say a word, Lugh spurred his horse forward at a gallop. He was charging straight for Acelyn, his spear raised for a few moments before he threw it. Lugh's grey hound stayed near Kate. The spear head burst into flame, only it did not burn the spear. It was a coating of fire around the spear head. If Acelyn didn't dodge, the spear would strike her through the stomach.
((Johan, Anya, and Rage will be posted tomorrow. Still waiting on Solaris to post a response as Elle.))
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Posted: Wed May 09, 2012 3:49 pm
((TFP---Raven))
This part of town seemed a tad bit quieter compared the last part of town where Raven had spent the night. Of course looks can be extremely misleading and Raven was not dropping her guard anytime soon. That would be foolish. The bitter cold air stung any exposed skin and kept her mind from wondering onto topics that just wasn’t important. She pulled her thick coat around herself more tightly and her eyes on the road up ahead. The thinning snow fall was making everything easier for everyone but that may change as soon as the roads and pathways began freezing over….Maybe…
As the wind picked up and cleared away the snow Raven’s eyes befell an interesting sight. A most interesting battle was about to happen, Raven could tell that much just by observing from a relatively safe distance. She looked around and narrowed her eyes in annoyance. Her path was being blocked by four people now. Che and were on one side while Thomas and a young female whom Raven had never seen before, were on the other side. The sight of Thomas alone was enough to send the French woman’s’ blood bubbling. What he had done to her and Kojiro in the past was still very much raw in her mind. Sticking around would probably be a bad idea…but then again….she wasn’t going to get by unnoticed... This was an interesting predicament…..
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Posted: Wed May 09, 2012 7:36 pm
Cecilia shook off the stinging pain that was emitting from the wounds on her legs. As her legs weren't dangling by threds of tissue, she wasn't worried for they would heal in time and such wounds did not cripple her from this battle that was commencing at this very moment. Even though Sydney was quite the formidible foe, there was also Timothy to deal with who had an even greater strength. Yes, the power he used was fairly simple in certain terms, but it was the way he used it that made it impressive and so much more than just "everyday" electricity. Cecilia knew that if they didn't also focus on him, they would suffer for they were fighting not one, but two of the oldest and original Heralds.
The Gravity Herald watched as Timothy entered the form that gave him his title. The sounds of the electricity and lightning that made up his skin crackling resounded in her ears and her mind. It was a sound that would forever remain engraved in her memories for as long as she was allowed to live. At this point, physical contact with this enem would be impossible unless one wanted to resemble a fried meal that had been cooking too long and therefore had been burnt to a crisp. Only a complete moron would attempt to touch him while he was in this state. She just hoped that Victoria would be smart to know that touching electricity was a dangerous thing. That was one of the first things a person was taught during their childhood.
It was then that Cecilia realized that the intended targets for his next attack were the younger Heralds, themselves. The small almost microscopic shrapnel from the pipes rose forth barely noticeable, but with there being many pieces they were still quite visible. Being struck by one, or maybe two would only create minimal damage, but with hundreds flying at them, needless to say they would need to defend. A gravitational pulse was thrust forward as the shrapnel headed towards the group. Cecilia pushed them away. She would have thrust them back at Timothy, but there were two disadvantages. One was that the shrapnel might have accidentally hit Victoria in return and the second was that Timothy would probably bounce them right back commencing a makeshift game of catch making such a maneuver useless, which was why Cecilia sent them in another direction.
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Posted: Fri May 11, 2012 12:58 pm
Acelyn smirked at Kate's attack, not really being impressed by it or even scared. The blonde dodge-rolled to her right, avoiding the flaming javelin. Just as she ended her roll, she sprung onto her hands and jumped into the air. The girl's body began to form huge armor plated spider like legs that came from her back and held her in the air five feet from the ground. Each leg had a set of spikes on the very edge, every place they stepped they left a puddle of boiling metal. "You should probably shut your mouth before something that could hurt you comes out." As she talked, the front two legs took a jab at Kate, one from each side. Acelyn threw her hands at the girl she was fighting, aiming for behind her, and shooting a ball of liquid iron. The ball flew fast but stopped over the girl, breaking off into sharp dagger like objects that swirled in a tornado like fashion that went after Kate.
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Posted: Fri May 11, 2012 5:49 pm
Demios smirked as he watched their darker selves be defeated. He then turned to look at Amara as he watched her finish her mother until her mother was nothing more than dust. He frowned admitting that had to be a gruesome way to die, but the monster deserved her fate. He watched as Amara began to lower and ran over and hugged her. "You did it, you beat your mother" He said warmly. He then let go to look back at the remains of Vincent. It caused him to frown "He didn't deserve such a harsh fate..." Demios said quietly. He said a quiet prayer and then turned back to Amara. "I know you probably don't want to hear this, but we aren't done yet, I think our friends still need our help" He said.
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Posted: Fri May 11, 2012 7:22 pm
As Demios hugged Amara she hugged him back. She was glad that the both of them had lived....unfortunately Demios brought up a good point...Vincent was dead. The psychic closed her eyes saying a silent prayer and trying to repress the tears from manifesting, before looking back at the Mystic Owl. "You're right Demi...but where to?" she asked him. She was tired but she knew that she was still needed. Her and Demios weren't heralds so she doubted that they would need their help their. She then began to wonder where was Lucien and Roulin. "Do you know where Lucien and Roulin are?" she asked in a concerned tone, she didn't know what happened to her boyfriend and close friend...but she knew that her and Demios had closer ties to the two of them than anyone else...why weren't they with them?
The display of power Timothy was exhibiting mildly impressed Victoria...though she had only seen this one other time in her life...she knew that she had to be careful and not touch him. She saw that at least Cecelia the novice gravity herald was at least trying to deflect the attack the electric herald had sent their way. Extending her two hands, violet twin katanas formed in her hand constructed out of psychic energy as she flew towards the herald. Sending a bone crushing force of telekinetic energy, she attempted to push him back further, creating a telekinetc barrier behind him for him to slam into.
The psion then released a crackling circular wave of psychic energy from the katanas as she rushed towards Timothy to impale him with the psychic constructs. They weren't made of metal so she wouldn't have to worry about them conducting electricity, she would just have to move in time not to be killed by the high voltage he would release upon her.
Elle began to feel the sensation as she began to feel her blood leave her body. Her human mind was shut down and the only thing that was responsive. Loosing organic vitals at steady rate...correct soon the voice rang. The large machine turned around to see Erin heading towards Elle with a scythe of blood. An electromagnetic pulsating wave was sent towards the bloody telepath to try and stun her as the machine would try to repair it self, this was the most vunerable state Elle was in. No longer human it was a machine that needed to be blown up.
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Posted: Sun May 13, 2012 4:51 pm
It was a lucky thing that Lugh's greyhound had stayed near Kate. The dog's spirit wasn't just there for show after all. As Acelyn's metallic spider legs and the arrow-like shreds of metal aimed for her, Kate simply stood where she was and placed one hand onto the dog's back. "Failinis." At his name, the greyhound tensed and shifted to a racing stance, with his front paws spread wide in front of him and his snout pointing forward toward Acelyn. The metallic projectiles struck a ethereal shield that had been made by the dog's spirit causing them to ricochet off of it in different directions. It formed a dome similar to the one that Apollo and Artemis put up when they twin gods were summoned together. The spidery legs of Acelyn's along with those metal spikes would be pretty much useless against this defense.
While Acelyn was preoccupied with attacking Kate directly, Lugh's flaming spear had circled back around similar to a boomerang and had already returned to the mounted man's extended hand. He wheeled his horse and charged back towards Acelyn. Since she was using two arms to attack the Eternity Owl and the other to balance herself on the ground, Acelyn may or may not have time to react efficiently enough to counter what Lugh was going to do next. The Irish god spurred the horse towards the opponent again, only this time her back was now facing him. He held up the spear as if holding a jousting lance with one arm while drawing his sword with the other. He trusted his horse enough to steer itself towards their enemy.
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Johan didn't seem perturbed by Will's countering of the attack. Instead, he braced himself as he felt the ground beneath him begin to crumble. Pointing one hand down towards his feet, Johan sent of a blast which launched him into the air. This gave him some time to get himself to safety. Well, safety in the sense that he wouldn't be buried alive. While in midair, the UNS man performed a backflip and landed on his feet a little ways behind where he had previously been standing. He had noticed as well where his other sword had landed. It was lodged with its point in the ground a short distance away. If he ran fast enough, he'd be able to get to it.
As soon as he was on his feet after his little aerial maneuver, Johan took off at a sprint for the blade. He narrowly avoided anything Will might thrown at him while he ran. It only took him a minute or two to reach it, but it felt like it took much longer than that. He grabbed hold of the blade as he ran past and yanked it free of the ground. Keeping his momentum going, Johan ran towards Will, swinging the sword to slash at the Satan Owl. At the same time, he sent another, stronger energy blast at the tree nearest Will and Anya...
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Erin didn't expect the counter from Elle to be so swift. The electromagnetic pulse struck her and the younger twin was sent spiraling backward head over heels. Fortunately, she regained her senses fast enough that she didn't get anywhere near the ground where she most certainly would be killed upon impact. Well, not really. Her powers over blood would regenerate her body if she did die. It would take a lot to actually kill Erin.
The telepath knew she had to take drastic measures now. Even though Elle's blood was draining from her body, Erin forced it to return back into her sister's bloodstream. From there, the Artistic Owl could force it through the arteries and capillaries to her sister's still half-organic brain. The entirety of the blood wouldn't stop going until all of it was where Erin was telling it to go. It would burst those veins in her sister's organic half of the brain and would rush over the robotic part, eating away at the microchips and such as if the blood had become acid. It would not stop until all of the components had been dissolved or Elle's head exploded.
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((still working on Rage.))
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Posted: Sun May 13, 2012 5:49 pm
((Will - Yes, I used that quote.... because people barraged me one day with it.))
Ah, so Johan chose airtime instead of falling into the crumbling ground. It only quickened the younger Owl's demise as movement in the air was more restricted. Seeing how Anya was apparently caught in disbelief and wasn't in any mentality to continue firing questions that her father probably wouldn't answer because he was too set in his goal to actually understand Anya, it was up to the Satan Owl to end this short tryst. If Anya really wanted information, there were always other avenues besides Johan.
The blonde smirked as he watched Johan land and retrieve a sword. That little piece of metal wasn't going to do any good against the devil, especially against a devil who could warp the metal and use the blade to strangle Johan. This was a man ready to die, a man using his few remaining options.... A man asking to die by lunging toward William DeScythe.
The devil ignored the energy blast. His ears could pick up where it hit, but it didn't concern him. It was an opportunity for Anya to act. He'd stop the collateral damage from that blast if the green Earth Herald didn't act in time. However, Johan's swing was well positioned for Will. As the UNS man charged forward and swung, Will simply sidestepped and grabbed Johan's wrist with one hand. That grip of his felt almost as if a claw had grabbed Johan's wrist and threatening to break Anya's father's bones. A shock that accompanied the grip was enough to make Johan's hand jolt and drop the sword even as Will's other hand swiftly went up to grasp Johan's neck.
"What is a man as you, Johan? Simply a miserable little pile of secrets, secrets you don't even understand..." the blonde mused sarcastically with eyes that appeared both ominous and amused with Johan's predicament. The hand around Johan's throat tightened in a manner similar to the hand that would disarmed Johan's hand. The sensation was once again like a claw strangling the man. There wasn't any escape from this deathgrip, and the Satan Owl knew. For Anya's benefit and probably his own amusement, Will was adding pressure slowly to length the "torture" that he didn't consider "real torture".
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Posted: Mon May 14, 2012 2:35 pm
Thomas Herald abilities no longer induced a headache when he called upon them as mere reflexes. He'd trained them during his tenure away from Che and his band of misfits to make up for his loss of an even better power. No longer was he a fledgling attempting to grasp his attained power. Still, he was no master Herald. His level of threat hovered between the level of Thomas's and the children fighting Rage and the aforementioned Herald. Against Che, a master of the few powers he always chose to remain at his side and Kate, the master summoner, assistant emo, Thomas wouldn't hold back. As the paper whips moved closer, he grinned and a dark green liquid began to seep from the old man's teeth.
As frontal whip struck, the impact area sublimated becoming a thick green mist. The paper that passed through the impact area's gateway and deteriorated only moments after leaving only a soggy, off green paste behind. Seeing this turn of events, Che retracted the upper whip to conserve paper and retracted what was left of the other. Thomas was obviously amused with both his abilities evolution and Che's bewildered look. The Texan clapped slowly and audibly and even laughed over the sounds of Kate and Acelyn's nearby bout.
"Oh come on! Seriously! Goddamn it man!", exclaimed Che as he pulled the cards back into his hands as simple decks. Distraught at the elder Owl's response to his attack, he stamped his foot and even huffed as his fists tightened into dense knots. "C'mon Thomas, why do you have to cheat for?! Geez! Like...just die already!" Of course, it was obvious to the Wind Herald that the Italian was simply feigning his tantrum. Or maybe not...Thomas wasn't buying the expressive Che, but he was keeping his guard up for any of the man's faster attacks.
"Ugh. I try to fight you fair and you melt my cards with your gas...stuff. Fine! We'll play your way! The Herald way!" The bushy haired man had managed to charge just enough power to enter another form of his reserved for fights against Heralds such as Thomas or other strong opponents. Che lowered his hands and through his paper manipulation, he kept the half deck and the other full deck floating next to him. Should they touch him the form he had yet to enter, they'd burn instantly. Still having a 'tantrum', Che stamped his foot once again to allow the dark purple element to surge from the soles of his feet to his knees. His hands and wrists were covered as well. This was far from his final form, but it was what he'd stick with for now. When Raven, who'd just arrived earlier decided to join, Che would step his offense up. He'd have to. For now, he opted to psyche Thomas out with his super speed. Utilizing what Che considered his second favorite ability, he appeared before Thomas with a spinning heel kick prepared. It struck the elder on the nape of his neck, but it didn't drop him as Che expected. Instead, resiliently, Thomas barely moved save for the slight flinch and lean afterwards. His smile never left his face though meaning Che would have to hit harder and faster with a better attack than that.
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