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 Posted: Mon May 21, 2012 11:51 pm
As the titans clashed in farther away Anderson and the fledgling Heralds were having their own set of problems. He took a step back swiping his hand up then down manipulating a stream of cosmic energy in a similar way that water is used. He exhaled slowly solidifying the energy in jagged spires that impaled a small group of the shadowy minions of rage. He slowly drew his hands back exhaling again returning the energy into it's liquid like state. With the weather constantly changing from Owl influence and other causes his powers were hard to control. He slid his foot across the ground causing a spray of the energy to shoot behind him from the ground diagonally up impaling another of the minions who had attempted to attack him from behind. Anderson turned around just in time to watch as another minions thrusted a black blade forward, turning his head and leaning slightly back he narrowly missed the blade seeing his reflection in it's smooth surface.
Just in time a massive claw smashed on the ground grabbing the minion, the claw belonged to his feral demon it raised the minion up to it's mouth roaring tremendously before it began to eat the specimen. It through the lower half of the creature away before it looked down at Anderson. Anderson smiled nodding a little as he turned around to get back to work.
Leaping forward a thin tendril of the cosmic energy wrapped around Anderson's body he spun roundhouse kicking the air, but manipulating the tendril like a whip which trailed after his kick knocking down several of the shadowy minions. Blowing some of his blonde hair from his face he smiled. "You guys had better hurry who knows how long we can keep this up..." he looked towards the direction that the final battle would commence sweat dripping from his face. "We're counting on you guys."
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Posted: Tue May 22, 2012 6:21 pm
Timothy finally managed to pull himself from much of the rubble he'd brought inside of church when he fell. The bolt he fired up into the air must've went unnoticed. The Satan Owl had yet to descend into the holy structure. As the moonlight shined through the snow and dust mixture that circulated amongst the benches, the white haired Herald finally noticed just where he was. Thanks to the distortion of the light by the stained glass windows, he dawned upon him that he was within a church. A rather large one that could easily seat maybe five hundred or more of the whores and snakes that visited for a good laugh every Sunday. Above him in the air was Will. Timothy knew he was there thanks to his status and his aura that could choke even the most seasoned of sensors and hunters. Maybe this moment of silence was him hesitating...maybe not.
In just moments, a loud thud resounded after the sounds of wooden floorboards cracking under immense pressure resounded out from a few paces away. It was none other than William making a landing within the construct. Getting to his feet, the Herald shook his head causing a flurry of dark brown crystals to fall from his hair. Snow and dust. "Is this where you want to fight? Confidence will kill you my liege." asked Timothy as the sounds of footsteps he remained aware of sped up. As they grew louder and nearer, he struck back before the blonde could put a hand on him. Tugging against the metallic bracing of the bench, he pulled it apart bringing with it the entire leg of it. He then ripped another and another from place before throwing them all at Will at the speed of a well thrown baseball.
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Posted: Tue May 22, 2012 7:40 pm
((Will))
Somewhere nearby in the rumble behind a pew was a very confused Spaniard who apparently had the misfortune to be in the Washington DC vicinity during this mishap. However, was it truly unfortunate? The SPaniard seemed to be enjoying himself. "Batterrrrr up! " Despite the pressure from Will's aura and the potential sensation of making it seem as if the air was very very thin, the random Spaniard bystander mustered up enough to holler as he felt and partially saw Timothy whip up the creaking screeching pew metal braces as they parted from the ground and went flying at someone in the distance, some random blonde guy that was flashing his way through the dust or it seemed like that because the Spaniard couldn't really get a clear view.
Soon, the commentary was continued with a "Goooooallll!" It seemed the Spaniard was getting his sports confused and himself as well. Any sensible person would be taking cover or running away. But apparently, this man was crazy, as crazy as an Ollie...maybe.
The Satan Owl had neatly and efficiently nailed the pews that flew at him.....well, almost. "FOULLLLLLL!"So...the first metal brace hadn't survived Will's kick and had shattered/disintegrated upon impact. The second brace flew back at Timothy, and the third brace reached for the stars. Fortunately for Will, none of the Bibles that actually remained in the seat pockets of the pew after Timothy tore the metal braces out hit the blonde. The bystander, however was not so lucky and was nailed in the face."!Veo la luz! ...the beauty of that goal.....dios mio! Mi cara!" Yes, in the midst of the skirmish between two of the oldest Owls in the universe, this Spaniard was rattling off. "Mierda mudo... pendejo...." Will muttered in response. If it's a proper goal he wants..... Will destroyed the bolts on a couple of nearby pews and launched one straight at the giant cross at behind the stage. "That's a goal, you baka. Take that as an example, Tim." He picked up another one and charged toward Timothy yet again, swinging a pew like a professional batter toward the Timothy sparking hedgehog ball. They were in the United States after all, and supposedly the favorite past time was baseball.... "This Tim's gonna be out of the field now~" he whistled. ((Forgot I had to add this for now)) ((Cerberus))
After nomming a great good number of people, Owls, and objects, the three headed hellhound had paused and taken a break and sparked back to his favorite bunny in Japan. Cerbs pawed at Serena's bedroom and then slipped inside, taking his position on the bed. "Mrr..."
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Posted: Fri May 25, 2012 7:58 pm
"...What is this?" Timothy's brow cocked in slight confusion as the Spaniard began shouting like a retired soccer announcer. The situation to the Herald of Electromagnetism was enough to make him wonder if this church was a doorway to another realm where crazies roamed. It took him only a second to realize that this was Will he was fighting. Where ever this man was, there was some kind of chaos or silliness. Regardless, Timothy was far from losing himself in this. Against Will, he'd have to be focused or else.
"Shut up!!" yelled the Herald in annoyance. In no time, the Spanish man was knocked out thanks to the Satan Owl's swing of a pew. The electric man was in no mood to figure out if the people surrounding them were in their right mind. He only wanted to attack. Before he could do that though, he needed to evade. He ducked Will's attack and rushed in at him. Gathering up more of the metal bolts that held down other pews, he focused them around his fist and threw a right punch at the devil's side.
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Posted: Sat May 26, 2012 7:52 am
((Will - Cuz Maha wants randomness ))
The devil smirked. As Timothy knew, nothing was straightforward when it came to dealing with the Satan Owl. Will couldn't help it if his aura tended to drive humans and Owls crazy or incapacitate them stimulate humans and Owls and allow them to explore their dreams. While Timothy and Will were both from what is now called the United States of America, the elder Owl still had more influence on the area if he chose to make a move. It was rather obvious that the blonde hadn't really been too concerned about politics to fix the UNS, Che's baby. Then again, the man had left that to Che since Cheani was always about the UNS and making that his proud baby, more so than his kids.
"You miss those times from back then, Timmy....." the Satan Owl chided in a tantalizing voice in response to Tim's plea for everything to shut up. Yes, those times back then when they had all gotten along and things were just peachy. But now, things were just so much more interesting because of the conflicts. That just meant the old way of settling things. Whenever Noel and Will couldn't use words to sort out the Heralds' problems, Will would step in physically to stop the conflicts. That included when Ember just had waaaayyyy too much to drink and stole Timothy's goodies or when some of the Heralds just happened to have crushes on the same people. God should have handled the latter part, but somehow Satan found himself stuck in it and finding his patience run short while the others babbling on and on.
So, Will got a strike because Tim dodged his pew bat. Honestly, it would have disappointed Will if Tim had gotten hit by such a lame attack. He dropped the pew and charged up his arms to burn more dark lightning to a temperature that could melt metal as Timothy and he closed in...since they were still charging at each other. Will didn't bother evading Tim's punch. Instead, ignoring the possible pain and consequences that would follow because that was habit when it came to fighting, He chose throw his own punch to meet Tim's fist, using the temperature of the lightning to disarm the metal and cushion Tim's knuckle bolt sandwich, and accompanying that punch with his signature slightly fanged amused smile, twinkling red eyes of amused sadism, and amused laugh. "You used to be so much better...what happened? Rou got your tongue too?"
To make things crazier, Mahareshi got the random parade he requested. In the midst of the chaos, people seemed to rise out of nowhere and began to march through the church in a wide wide circle around where Will and Timothy were fighting. They sang and danced and were dressed in clothes that were reminiscent of Mardi Gras
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Posted: Sat May 26, 2012 3:48 pm
The Herald's mind was beginning to clear now that the strangeness of the area began to die down. He was brimming with rage though, but the sensation was too familiar for him not to be used to by now. Especially with Will. "Peace is overrated..." As his fist collided with Will's, the elements surrounding both the combatants fists crackled in opposition. The metal coating Tim's hand had melted to liquid, but still, the white haired Herald was in control of it. The soft blue eyes that betrayed the man's smoldering rage narrowed maliciously as Will taunted him. No longer did Timothy know whether or not it was the man's authority over him that pissed him off or his attitude. Either way, he knew he'd be killing him as soon as the opportunity arose.
"The Owl of Life...is nothing. Just another kid...another stain to be wiped out." Through clenched teeth the little man spoke. His uppercutting fist was pressed harder against Will's to lift and weaken him. If he could break past this, he could continue to attack. Unfortunately, Will wasn't a pushover despite his demeanor. As he fought against the improvised defense, Tim commanded the liquid metal to move itself from the knuckles of the elders to the wrist of the Satan Owl. His next command was for it to burst into spikes destroying the man's arm. Hadn't it been for the group of people sauntering into the church as a parade procession, it may have worked...
Timothy glanced over his shoulder once scoping the line of dancers and drunks before the encompassed the two as if this were a celebration of sorts. The Herald's clenched teeth were now grinding in anger once again. Through sizzling sockets, he stared at the idiots that were now tossing at the two men confetti and beads. Some of them even dared to near Timothy and spray a bit of perfume into his face. If the Herald of Electromagnetism wasn't distracted before, he was now. "...Goddamn it, cut it out!!!" yelled the elder Owl at the top of his lungs. "What's with you people?! Don't you get what's---" Before Tim could get out anymore of his tirade, a stream of seltzer water was sprayed into his face.
Between William and the random people that chose to appear at such an inopportune time, Timothy was losing sight of the real enemy. Killing these humans didn't seem like such a bad option. If he were to do that though, killing Will would have to come first. Burning away the water on that dripped from his face, he commanded the liquid metal to leap at the blonde's face. Moving him away now was the best option if he was going to fight against him more efficiently.
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Posted: Sat May 26, 2012 5:42 pm
((Will))
Even as Tim was sprayed and not so pleasantly surprised by the friendly fire of seltzer carbonated water, Will chuckled as his eyes twinkled merrily. "They do so enjoy your presence..." Perhaps, it was odd that no one really fired anything off at Will. Sure there was confetti and streamers floating around, but the seltzer water and bottles had all been either pointed at Tim or away from Will but still into the center of the wide circle that had been formed by the party goers. He smirked at Tim's comment about Rou. "Rou is simply a misguided Owl in search of his path just as you were back in the day." He noted the liquid metal slowly flowing more around his fist and receding from Tim's fist...and after Tim's more distraught retorts at the people, the metal flew toward the elder's face.
Then, all hell broke loose...as if the metal slinging at Will's face had somehow caused it. Nearby, the buildings around the church began to slide sideways, falling toward the church. One seemed to be falling right at Tim, along with crushing a few that were a part of the Mardi Gras circle. There was a loud explosion from a building that looked similar to a broken down warehouse...as if something had caused corroded propane tanks inside to blow. The flames from the warehouse spread around the area until it surrounded the church from a certain distance, giving those inside the church the appearance that everything was burning in the darkness as flames reached greedily for the skies.
Part of the liquid metal Tim shot at the Satan Owl did hit him and indeed, it did cause Will to step back a little but probably not far enough for Tim's comfort. Will was trying to keep them at close quarters, thus all the charging. Maybe it was because the devil had a running history of being good with close quarters even from before he attained Satan status. The flames reflected off of the liquid metal on Will's cheek, and he allowed it to drip off, giving him more of a demonic look than before.
"Don't run away, Tim... we're spending some quality time here. It's a party. A party of what has become and what will become...." Will announced with a broad motion of his arms as the Mardi Gras crowd cheered and sang as if they were members of a twisted circus and began to toss tomatoes at Tim. The crowd didn't seem to react as a ring of black lightning seared the floor of the church beneath Will and Tim. The floor began to crumble and the new "passage fall" rite to the next stage would end up in the oldest catacombs of the church, in which a nasty stream of sewage ran through. The sewage water was fetid, holding all unimaginable terrors, and was so horrendous in smell that no one would want to go near it....yet....somewhere nearby, there was a skeleton with some red wig on that seemed to be posed that that it was cooking and flipping pancakes cheerily to the tune of "Zipadee doo dah~"
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Posted: Sat May 26, 2012 9:17 pm
Tim had to move to avoid both losing his mind and being crushed by a falling building. The latter may not have hurt him as much as he thought it would though. He wasn't going to test it. Then, as he lifted himself from the all but destroyed floor of the church, there came a rain of tomatoes that pummeled the Herald as he tried to stand. Much like the metal on Will's cheek, the fried tomato juice shined momentarily before sizzling away into a dark brown nothing. As the fight went on, more people entered the church. None were here to pray. Rather, they were all here to hoot and holler all the while destroying and interrupting what was once a place of prayer and a perfect matchup of Owls. Timothy was still growing ever annoyed.
After rising again, the Herald found that a few of the pests were dead beneath the rubble of the fallen building. Good. He was tiring of them being around. "A misguided Owl? Thanks to your Godson, he's a ticking timebomb. A timebomb that I want to be around to see go off." The crackling skin of the Herald's electrified visage parted revealing a pretentious, yet assured grin. If it were the Owl of Life here, the people singing and dancing would've been obliterated without hesitation. Timothy knew this as well as Will did. Saying the young man was misguided was a gross understatement.
"Hmph. Enough of that." With part of the crowd knocked off, Tim had to deal with the chaos of the environment. Some of the Mardi Gras crowd was left and some even threw beads around the Herald's neck. He didn't mind it for as soon as he could leave, he'd simply discard them. Will would probably be coated in beads soon as well, but that was him. Anyway, the blonde was knocked back and that was just about enough for Tim to make another move. Ignoring whatever was on the floor, the pallid haired elder simply stood tall and raised his only hand at Will. Close, mid or long range didn't mean anything to the attack coming next. Rather than rush down the man again, Timothy focused his element into his hand and blasted it at Will in the form of a jagged beam. Needless to say, with this attack came heat and voltage that were high in the upper levels. Most metals would melt and so would most humans. If struck, Will more than likely wouldn't melt, but he'd be damaged. Greatly and irreparably.
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Posted: Sun May 27, 2012 4:38 am
((TFP---Raven))
The fight that was currently taking place before Ravens icy blue eyes was going at a snail’s pace. She held no interest in the two fighting females and hardly any interest in Che, the only being there that had her attention was Thomas; the scumbag of the earth. Raven wanted him to be pummelled into the ground then subjected to unimaginable tortures. To have him skinned alive, acid poured onto his exposed muscles, his eyes gouged out, and then for him to be left in the dessert where the sun would cook him slowly…At least, that was one of the outcomes she would enjoy seeing but even that seemed a bit too lenient…
Her attention was pulled away from the on-going fight when another presence spiked her interest. Somewhere in this very area was none other than Roulin. The damned Life Owl had apparently decided to crawl out from whatever damp hole he had been hiding in. Slowly, Raven looked around the area and stopped searching only when she felt she had located him. Still, she made no effort to raise her hand in attack. No, she was biding her time…Let him come to her if that is what he wanted. The French woman’s body was already in defence mode in the form of tiny miniscule shockwaves that radiated from her flesh. If they were visible one could compare the ripples to that of a puddle that had been exposed to a pebble dropping on its surface.
With a confident smile, Raven held up one hand and merely waved a few times. Whether she was actually doing this to un-nerve Che who she knew was already tense due to her presence, or is she was attempting to get Rou to react in some way, was a mystery. Then, as calm as anything she turned her back and continued to watch the fight with little interest just like she had been doing for the last few minutes.
((Serena))
The Vanishing Owl smiled softly as Aeon explained that not everything in her life has been bad. She had found out about an entire new side of a family that she never knew she had. A sister, a lover and the cherry on top was her Nephew, Aiden. She has done what so many people have not, she has actually lived her life and seen the world and most likely every side of the human, and Owl, race. The stories she could tell her children and her children’s children would be beyond belief! “Indeed you cannot and mustn’t complain. Life is too short…Well for some it is anyways.” Serena said with a firm nod of her head.
Aeon went on to talk about her day which pretty much explained why she had reached for the bottle as a source of comfort. It sounded like she had had it pretty rough in a matter of minutes at the hands of her biological parents. “I should think that your sister would never want any harm to come to you, Aeon….And she left Aiden with you knowing that you will look after him.” Serena winked and added in a joking tone “I won’t tell her that you got drunk while on babysitting duty~” Which she wouldn’t purely for the reason that she most likely won’t see Amara or Aeon so much once things had cleared up and the war was over. “From what I can tell, your sister is strong…she won’t fall in this war…she has too much to live for, right?” Serena had reached for her glass when her cell phone buzzed signalling that she had received a message. “Sorry…one moment” She smiled and opened her new mail…
"Serena...I don't know what to say at this time....I don't understand anything right now....I don't know what is going to happen to me....I...I said I would forgive you for anything you would ever do....I...I promised you...but you broke some promises....I may have to as well....I am currently en route towards where I believe Raven and the rest of the Fallen Phoenix are...I am going to fight them...the ones that are against my family....I don't know what will happen while I am there....but...I forgive you Serena....I forgive you...I don't want to die here...I don't want anyone else to suffer either...I want to save what is left of my family...and if that means that I have to enter this pointless battle...then I may have to break my promise....but If I ever see you again...I hope we can-"
Serena had to re-read the message a few times…but each time it only stabbed at her chest. “Kojiro….” She blinked a few times trying to be rid of the burning sensation that lingered behind her silver eyes. “He…he forgives me….?” She had thought that it would have been impossible to ever have him forgive her for what she had done and the pain she had caused him. Yet, there it was in plain black and white…Kojiro had forgiven her.. “I am sorry Aeon….I’m not feeling well…We can finish our talk later…” The Vanishing Owl rose from her seat and left the kitchen looking slightly off colour. She walked in a daze as her head and conflicted with each other. “I should be with him…He cannot go into this battle alone…”
The white haired woman wanted to see Kojiro once more…To reassure him somehow and to stand with him…To look after him as she had before. But, in her current state it wouldn’t be wise, would it? The stairs, the hallways, and the many statues that she passed by were no more than blurs of random colours, her eyes were so out of focus it made it hard to even tell where she was heading. Though, her feet carried her swiftly and only stopping once she reached her bedroom. She was greeted by Cerberus who was on her bed almost as though he knew she would be sleeping soon. Serena blinked a few times and tried to gather herself together, only to fail dramatically “Oh Cerbs…!” She muttered before hugging the great lump of a dog tightly and burying her face into his side.
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Posted: Sun May 27, 2012 10:13 am
((Cerbs))
"Mrrr....." the three headed hellhound growled softly as Serena faceplanted on him. Cerberus nudged Serena with one of his heads and then patted her on the head with a giant paw. ((Will))
This was the Court of Fools, more officially Court of Chaos.... or perhaps, Tim would call it the court of Silly Chaos....except most of the nobles were not present. Still, the humans and Owls that pranced around seemed to celebrate as if trying to coax the Court out of the shadows, nonchalantly offering the lives of those crushed by the fallen building as sacrifices. If the three spirits were around, the rest of the people would have already met misfortune. One of them would just target women because....he was like that. Another one would just curse them all, and the last was someone that Timothy tried to have a conversation with at the last church he and Will had fought in.
The devil grinned as the albino spark ((I'm sensing a trend here with all the albinos in the roleplay being sparky...))declared Roulin a time bomb even as beads were draped over both of them. "You and he are alike, Timothy. You are the mine waiting for the timebomb because you don't have the brashness anymore to be a timebomb....poor spark...." Indeed Will also knew Roulin would have cut down the people around them without hesitating. In fact, the Owl of Life would even cut down Tim. He almost had last time before Will teleported Timothy to safety. The devil himself wasn't even safe. If there was a power that could be taken from him, Roulin would not have hesitated to try to take Will down either. Che didn't have the mentality to stop Roulin in that situation.
Hmph. It seemed Tim still wanted that distance. In mid sentence, the Herald had blasted a jagged beam of highly charged energy toward him. He was taking it carefully, and the Satan Owl could tell he wanted distance. The blonde brought up a quick thin shield, but it wasn't dense enough for the beam. It broke through, and the blonde elder was hit by the full brunt of the blast. The man fought not to stumble but he had to falter a step or two to the side before managing to maintain his composure. There seemed to be some black and blue sparks scattered around him and if you looked closely, you could also see some smoke within the lights. Yet the Satan Owl smirked, maintaining the facade that he was fine...shaken, but not stirred. "Been hoping for that, hmm, Timmy boy?" The devil's eyes flashed red for a moment as he internally felt his body's response. The response time had gone down, and to fix himself, he'd need to do it with his own lightning, but it would take time. It was time he did not have because he was fighting Timothy.
So, the devil laughed as one of the great pillars of the church came crumbling down and toppling over toward Tim. Shortly after, the rest of the church began to crumble as pillar after pillar began to fall like a row of dominoes. "Av Choque, you and I... we shall end this life here...."
And out of nowhere, music that Haka wanted to hear started playing..... even as the red haired skeleton kept flipping pancakes to the tune of Zipadee doo dah~.
Instead of blasting a beam at Timothy as Tim had to him, the elder blonde stirred up an whirlwind of black lightning, allowing it to take in more of the debris as it headed for Timothy, threatening to suck Timothy into the center.
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Posted: Sun May 27, 2012 5:13 pm
"Brashness has been replaced by maturity, Satan. I'm not as hasty as either of the Presidiomnis and because of that, I'm much stronger than the both of them." Timothy spoke with confidence in his tone, but due to the situation, his words may have came across as prideful, maybe even brash as he claimed not to be. How his sentiments came across to the opposing Owl meant nothing to the Herald who's anger simmered within him. As the pillars of the church fell behind him throwing more dust and debris into the air, Timothy grinned wider. This place would make a fitting grave for either of them. Another plot on the warzone of life for one of them to sleep in.
His attack landed, but still, Will, with all of his resilience still stood. That was good. The longer he stood, the longer the elder figured he could pummel the blonde. "Hmph. Hope is for the weak. I can see how it's been driving you and your team," chided Timothy as he took a few steps forward. More and more pillars began to fall in lines and patterns. The metal in the area became a safeguard for Tim when he called them over to slice away a piece of debris as he neared. With the pillar halved with him between them, the Herald stood atop the cylindrical support structure and listened in on Will's words. "No Will...just you." When Timothy set his eyes on what looked like an effect from the movie twister, he began to grind his index finger and thumb together to create the first phase of one of his stronger attacks.
The Satan Owl had formed his retaliation. Good thing because he didn't Timothy's plan was to simply burn both him and the place to the ground along with the people in it. As the dark vortex of lightning twisted and turned, Timothy stood unfazed. He'd seen many things like this before. He hadn't seen one with such power though. The thought that it may overtake him reduced his smile to a scowl. The cyclone was getting closer. Timothy drew a bystander to him by means of pulling on their wristwatch. The woman burst into flames and was then torn apart by the attack. Her remains were soon incinerated in mere seconds leaving not a single trace of her existence behind. "Theatrics." The attack Timothy had stored had reached it's final stage. He let it go into air and slowly, it made it's way above the center of the cyclone. After it arrived just above the Will Cyclone, it released it's energy in the form a pillar of lightning that came crashing down.
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Posted: Sun May 27, 2012 6:59 pm
((Will))
Still, Satan smirked as Electromagnetism declared his maturity over brashness and pretty much declared that he was different from the others. Patience was indeed a virtue, and while Timothy had outlasted Che and Roulin in patience, he had allowed his anger to build up too much, making him a time bomb. He could feel a smile on Tim's face as the dust and destruction continued. Good, he's walking the path I've planned for him, and he subconsciously acknowledges it.
As the cyclone spun closer and closer to Tim, threatening to suck him in while taking the debris to feed it, Will took the moment to test his reflexes and managed to jump onto a fallen pillar. It wasn't without pain, but it was pain Will could handle; he had an inhuman tolerance for pain among Owls. He had managed to land almost precisely where he wanted to land, but the keyword was almost. The damage had ruined his fine precision, and he was using some of his electricity to fix up some of the parts that he would need more to optimize mobility in his current state.
The black cyclone had been gathering a massive amount of energy, and so was the blue lightning forming in the sky. Will saw the flash as a random bystander was incinerated. He didn't care. Everyone in the vicinity was sure to be incinerated. "You're right. Hope is for the weak, Timmy... Hope is for those who pray to God. Hope is for those like you." Will had not responded to Tim's reply that Will would be the one whose life would be ending. There wasn't a point to that. At least one of them would fall, and Will was fine with letting Tim believe what he did.
There was a thundering crash as the blue lightning bolt pierced downward from the sky into the center of the wild cyclone. It seemed as if the cyclone had dispersed because all of a sudden the debris scattered outward and the vociferous winds died down and blew outward in a circle like the sonic boom of a bomb detonating.
In the dust though, instead of truly completely dispersing, some of the black lightning disguised by debris immediately tightly coiled around the Lightning Herald like the Satan snake's hold on Eve and the fruit of the tree, seeking to strangle the life out of him both physically and electrically. To give Tim more distractions to worry about, Will managed to crumble the pillar Tim was standing on and send him toward the sewage. Whether Tim actually landed in the sewage would depend on if he could get out of the black lightning's grip.
Hmph.... still have that aim intact... While his mobility wasn't great at the moment, Will could still aim. Should be enough to get this through.
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Posted: Mon May 28, 2012 11:34 am
Timothy caught the blonde devil leaping from his own creation just mere moments before it was destroyed. The Satan Owl was fast, but there was no doubt in his mind that was faster. There may have been a way to catch him with an attack in midair, but by the time the thought became an idea, he'd already landed safely on another pillar. The Herald could see that he was weakened now due to lack of precision. There was still more of it left in him than it would be in any Owl here today. Superhuman precision or not, the evidence of his decline in stamina was still there. "Hope is for the weak?" asked Timothy as he turned to face will, no longer looking at the cyclone which had begun to undergo a reaction. "What do you think it was that's kept you weaklings alive for so long? Faith...hope...truth or love, there's nothing you can pray to or for that'll save any of you!" It wasn't until the dark purple tornado began crackling and whipping violently did the pale little man decide to give it his attention.
Before he knew it, the tornado of lightning had eaten up parts of the ceiling that the falling pillars and exploding buildings hadn't already broken off. Timothy had fed the beast of an uncontrolled attack unknowingly. Without warning, the center shined brightly before exploding, as Scythe described it, outward like the sonic boom of a bomb detonating. The debris within the twister shot out along with all of it's energy. That coupled with Will breaking what held Tim lead to an all but defenseless Herald in the wake of that explosion. The angered demigod could only lift his arm up as a paltry defense to it all. The elder was taken off his feet and was launched quite a distance back at quite a speed. At the same time, he was battered with loose shards of metal and large pieces of rock that actually damaged him despite his form. After having his own powers weakened by the release of the dark lightning that was within Will's tornado, he smacked against a wall, fell about seven feet and landed.
Upon landing, the luminosity of his element dimmed and even shimmered revealing bruised skin and a tattered white double breasted coat. Partially dazed, he stood up and sighed as his element charged itself again. He was weakened by the blast, but it was nothing devastating. He could fight and he would fight. Upon rising, there was an attack already waiting for him. More of Will's lightning coming at him to capture him and send him into the stream of sewage below. Before the lightning could wrap around him and send him into the pit of waste below, he shot off a bolt of lightning from his fingertip aimed at the pillar that held Will so securely.
As he went over the edge, Timothy retrieved the liquid metal he used to scald Will and a few more bolts from the destroyed pews that littered the field. They tore through the ground at the call of their manipulator securing themselves at his feet. When it was all over, he was standing on the cliff's face facing the ceiling watching it as it came crumbling down. "Damn it all to hell. When I get out of this, I'm going to kill you William. I'm going to savor it..."
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The Owl of Life followed Thomas and Che's movements carefully as they fought each other with less than half their full potential. The Texan was a Herald yet he hadn't realized just what he could do with the power he held. The corner of Roulin's lip was pulled back in disappointment at the hick and his lack of progress. Then, there was Che. Roulin could surmise from the way he was fighting that he wasn't trying to kill Thomas. Not here and not just yet. Moreover, the young Owl questioned if he'd been biding his time waiting for either him or Raven to arrive. Maybe even both. Neither of the men were fighting how they should be and Roulin knew it.
Beneath Che's arm was Thomas wrist. The confined man held a gun in his hand that Che was keeping away from his chest as well as he could. His entire being was now a deep purple static just as Timothy's was elsewhere. Different hue of course. Seeing that Roulin had landed just after Raven made him uneasy and her waving only made him far more jittery. From her mannerisms, he knew she wouldn't interfere. She was a good girl when it came to fights and other abrasive things. Only upon that thread could Che rest his storming mind. When he was given the time, he even waved back. His scowl though was now accentuated by his worried eyes. Raven, Roulin, himself and Thomas were here. To top all of that off, Lucien was nowhere to be found...
"Hello Catherine." Roulin spoke up before leaning himself on a halved lamppost. Unlike Che, he wasn't too busy or too concerned to speak to the deadly blonde terrorist that stood only yards away. Unlike Che, he wasn't going to show any signs of fear due to her mere presence. The Owl of Grey tugged at the collar of his tattered trenchcoat only for it to fall to pieces instantly. Lucien owed him a new coat now. In a bored manner, the Italian sighed as the two deadlocked men fought for control."Your invitation come late or something?" inquired Roulin to Raven, his arms folding impatiently over his chest. "Good thing you arrived though. All this music and no bass? Weak."
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Posted: Mon May 28, 2012 1:21 pm
((Will))
Will could tell that Timothy's mentality had already been affected. The Electromagnetism Herald was the one that had first stated that hope was for the weak, and Will had agreed with him...yet the Herald seemed to forget that he had said that earlier. The devil could only chuckle in response to Tim's statement as the Herald was taken by the aftershocks of the cyclone breaking up.
Alas, the Herald had managed to zap the pillar on which Will was perched on. The Satan Owl felt the pillar crack in the midst of all the noise and felt it crumble. Tsch. he thought like a Benkei seeing Genya blow up a lab. The devil took this moment to summon his wings. F*ck. He couldn't really steer with the wings. He was hovering, but he certainly was losing altitude, but at least he was in the clear of the ceiling. To maneuver or gain altitude, he'd have to use his lightning. But for now, he'd have to land on the ground and catch his breath. He could not visually see Tim from where he landed.
The atmosphere of the church was no longer the creepy cheery festive Mardi Gras mood yet giant explosions of confetti had resulted from the dark tornado breaking up. But that was the end of that. The bystanders that remained were most definitely acting crazy, but in a darker way now. Those that didn't fall, weren't crushed, or didn't meet some other sort of unfortunate demise were headed toward Tim, their faces seemed to be contorted in a demonic expression. They spotted Timothy eventually despite the Herald's position. Although they were pretty much nothing compared to Tim, the fact that they saw him meant Will knew exactly where Tim was and in what sort of position.
The devil breathed out slowly; smoke coming out of his mouth as he worked. If the collapsing ceiling didn't get Tim, perhaps, the ceiling could use some help. He lower a hand to the ground. Even the mere motion of bending brought complaints from Will's body, complaints that Will ignored. Hmm..I must be out of shape. He smirked as he banished part of the ground out of existence...more specifically the piece that connected the cliff face that Tim was perched on to the rest of the ground. "You need a refreshing bath anyway, Av Choque." What Will didn't realize was that there was a quite a few Bibles down by the sewage level due to the debris and Bibles from the pews being tossed around...and the few that lay in the catacombs.
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Posted: Mon May 28, 2012 3:08 pm
((TFP---Raven))
“Hello Roulin…” Raven muttered in reply but made no movement to turn to face the Life Owl. Her eyes were gazing towards the conflict but her attention was not on them in the slightest. She registered Che’s wave only with a mere blink of an eye. For now, she was concentrating on the presence that leaned on a broken lamppost so casually behind her like it was the most natural thing to do when faced with such a scene. “My invitation came on time via first class. I was perfectly on time. You however, were late.” Raven noted with a small smile to herself. “Weak you say…I hardly expect either of them to appreciate a good base line. The music they make is far to soft for me to enjoy.”
The tall French woman continued to gaze ahead, rather than face Roulin, for a few more minutes before finally turning round. Her usual confident smile was in place though it was actually a bit softer, most likely out of amusement from some unknown joke. “Oh my…how you have changed…” Her words indicated towards sarcasm however, there was some truth in them. Roulin had changed since their last meeting. A sparkle of something quite mysterious, flashed through the blonde females eyes as she took in the Owl of Grey’s appearance “You look as though you have been dragged through a thorn bush backwards…Or perhaps you simply neglect spending money on your attire. You know, one’s appearance speaks volumes about them as a person, right? I wonder just what people think when they see you...”
Raven took half a step forwards though she made no attempt to attack or provoke Roulin into think that was what she was going to do. Not yet. For now she was merely enjoying the sight before her. Could she describe the Italian as a train wreck waiting to happen…or perhaps it had already happened…? These types of thoughts were details…details that were not needed and yet played in the back of Ravens mind, adding to the smile on her lips. “Your father and Thomas are rather boring to watch, wouldn’t you agree?” She took a swift look over her shoulder only to take note that the two men were still taking their time doing any real damage to each other “You know I have no interest in that fight just as I know you feel the same way.”
((Serena))
For a while Serena made no effort to move or even pat Cerberus. She was trying to think of a way to help Kojiro in a battle which she could not be a part of. Nothing was coming to mind and this was making the Vanishing Owl rather frustrated. She was completely useless to Koji…Or was she? A thought came to mind that had Serena sitting bolt upright rather quickly. She fished in her jeans pockets and pulled out her cell phone. “Maybe…just maybe…” Hastily, she typed out a message and hit the send button. While she may not be able to help Koji…She knew of someone who could… He owed her a favour as well…
With the message sent successfully, Serena patted Cerberus on each of his heads softly. “Good boy…” It was only in that moment that she spotted a tiny ball of white fur… “Rikka?!” The albino woman blinked a few times in disbelief. Perhaps her mind was playing tricks on her...but when the ball of fur mewed she knew that was not the case. Cerberus had come home and he had brought a new friend back with him. Gently, Serena picked up the small cat and hugged her to tightly “You have grown quite a bit in a few weeks…I am glad you are safe, Rikka” Now all Serena needed and wanted was for the others to be returned home safe and sound…
((Daryle))
Just when Daryle thought things couldn’t get even more hectic with the current Herald VS. Herald fledglings battle…He received a messy text from Serena. It was obviously typed out in a rush. Various spelling mistakes, poor choice of words, the use of auto correct…Yep…A messy text it was indeed. Nevertheless, Daryle understood what was being asked of him. He typed back a quick reply and couldn’t help but comment on Serena’s bad texting skills at the end of his message. The breezy flame looked at the currently fighting people and shook his head. They could deal with this without him… Surely they had trained for this moment enough, right?
Without a second glance back, Daryle took off into the air on the lookout for a certain Ice user. It was still not known to practically all people that Kojiro was no longer just an ice user…He was actually in the same kind of position as Daryle was. He was half way to becoming a Herald. Not only was this going to make things harder on the Blond breezy man, but the fact that both their elements clashed naturally…well...that was going to make this battle rather interesting... “Come on Koji-Kun…where are you hiding....” After a few miles, Daryle landed on the ground to begin searching the streets at a closer proximity…He was going to be the boys distraction for now…
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