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The Color of Evil {PLOT!!!}
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Post by Deleted on Jul 28, 2008 13:54:50 GMT -5
Somewhere, in the great expanse of Hector’s monologue, Tobias had rolled his eyes and mumbled. “That’s great, I’m beyond caring whatever you have to say.” Despite the fact that he was feeling exhausted, the wolf was quietly stirring within him. “Look mate,” he had said while Hector was still directing his comments toward Tobias. “It would just be a hell of a lot easier if you bought yourself a whore and tarted her up in your dead thing’s clothes.”
A bit crude, but then Tobias had never been considerate of others. On normal occasions, he wouldn’t have been so loose with his tongues around students, but seeing as how Hector was planning on mass genocide, or what have you, he felt the natural urge to be himself.
When the girl had attacked Hector, Tobias used the diversion and jumped to his feet, which he had quietly untied. Super villains were always so caught up in the brilliance of their speeches they tended to fail at noticing small movements. Again this was all Tobias’s strong opinion. Hands still tied, he knocked a zombie backward in an uppercut to the jaw and made a b-line for Caroline.
He was feeling unnaturally feral, more animal than he had ever felt. It made the stench stronger. His eyes, still that icy blue, burned with anger and watered from the decaying fumes. “Caroline! I’m coming for you.” He loosened his hands as his pace quickened. His heart was pounding like war drums in his ears.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 29, 2008 21:22:41 GMT -5
The cousins glanced at each other knowingly. Amorina let her attention reach back to Hector, listening to his little speech to the others. Her eyebrows rose as he snapped at her. "Oh yes, I'm sure she wants to be with the guy who let her die. If she didn't want you to steal and lie, why the fuck would she want you to kill?!"
Clara looked down at Jared and sighed. "This is the dumbest thing you have ever done. You shouldn't be here, you should be out of here, far away from here." Her voice was barely above a whisper; if she hadn't been speaking, he would have heard it anyway.
Her hands wouldn't be freed, Clara knew that already. Still, she grabbed his hand and offered him the best smile she could muster. "You have to leave." She didn't speak this time, too afraid Hector would hear. Turning away from him, she glared at Hector. "Please, while you still can. You know I can take care of myself. Please, Jared. Get out while you still can."
Clara gave a small laugh and shook her head. "You think you could stop me? Wait and see."
Their relief came in a flood as Erin stabbed Hector, and Amorina let Clara go. She would be able to keep herself controlled with no more threats. The people walking in made them both go rigid, Clara struggling against the binds behind her. They were so damn tight, too tight for her to feel comfortable at all.
The cousins gasped as Erin and stabbed and Clara looked away. She had to do something. Anything. With her mind racing and free, she felt the odd struggle of controlling herself while trying to think.
Amorina knew she had no power here. She watched as Clara focused on some random chair, allowing it to explode. She couldn't guide the pieces well, but she could give them extra force and try to put a barrier on some of the people. Glaring at these newer people, Clara tried to aim something at them. She didn't care what it was, a chair, one of the poles that held the curtains up, the cat walk, anything.
Amorina could only sit back and watch; she was too terrified to do anything. She couldn't do anything. Her eyes stopped on Caroline and she felt her throat tighten. God, she just wanted to help! Maybe, if she focused on a zombie, she could kill it...
It wa the best idea she had. Gathering every bit of energy, she left her cousin's side, inching closer to those odd three people. She let everything she had pour out, closing in around her and making its way towards them. Only two words rang through her head.
Please work, please work, please work.
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Post by aidonsious on Jul 30, 2008 17:37:07 GMT -5
Layette cursed to herself as she was now trying to untie herself. The struggle made her arms swell a little bit with the lack of oxygen that was getting to them. But as she continued to struggle, someone appeared behind her and whispered gently into her ear. "I am going to let you loose but be careful." Aiden said as he hid behind her and started to untied her and than sunk back into the shadows. "I will get to the others." He said as Layette looked to the men that had just come in, the ones that had Wes and her anger boiled to the top.
She stood, rubbing her wrists and looking to the others. She was not going to jeopardize others in her action she was about to take but she was, going to do it away from them.
"I suggest you let him go." He said, referring to Wes. "And the rest of us." She said and took a step towards them, away from where she as bound and gagged. She was ready to fight and was not going to sit around any longer.
All of the henchies reacted similarly- in rage. But one of them held out his hand and said. “Take the troublesome one. Kill him. I will take care of the Undine.” It was the Tribal looking one. He grinned, his teeth an ethereal white in the dim half-light of the room and compared with the shade of his skin. He held out his right hand and jerked it downwards and a staff materialized in his grip.
Hector called over from his place on the stage with the rest of the sacrifices, “Don’t kill her too quickly!” He was awfully cheerful about all this. Then again… he might have planned this the entire time. Why else would he have an army of Undead AND these people helping him out?
“Let’s clear a little space,” the man said, his voice heavily accented and distinctively articulated. He waved his staff at the auditorium seats between himself and Layette. They crumpled into themselves, twisting into masses of wood, metal, and cushion. “Shall you go first, or shall I?” He was teasing her. “Are you a progressive enough to ignore the ‘Ladies First’ rule? I am.”
She looked at him and was about to take another step forward when she heard that man, the one that has been causing all the trouble yell to them. It made her angry knowing that he wanted her dead but not so quickly? What did that man have planned.
When the man materialized the cane and moved all of the seats, she took a step back and just looked towards the window. Water. She needed water and the lake was near and within the reach of her power. Reaching her hand towards the window, she summoned water that broke through the window and started to circle around her arms as she looked at him and listened to him speak.
"You do not take me seriously..."She said as he raised her arms and mixed water and a air current she created behind her that she was going to launch. "I would like you to." She said as he eyes where now completely white.
The man watched her, a mysterious glint in his eyes as he watched her conduct herself. He didn’t show anything in his expression other than a quiet contempt. Whatever she was planning clearly didn’t scare him. He then did what he had been planning to do all along. He raised his left hand, contorted it into clearly meaningful gestures, muttered something in a strange tongue, and sent a shadow at the girl with blue hair. It wasn’t a shadow as in “absence of light”. No, it was a shadow like the misery under the sallow features of a dying man. It was the darkness of spirit, the purveyor of despair. Perhaps he wished her spirit broken. But it was clear he was toying with her- the shadow was slow. Slow enough for her to dodge if she liked. But he was intently watching what she did.
The water formed and moved as she kept it at bay. It moved around her body, gathering energy and awaiting its order. The very form of it was live energy, that is what makes it able to form into any shape she wants. Her eyes watched him and when a dark entity formed and started to walk closer, that 'shadow' figure was slow and her eyes went to that man once more and it seemed, he was testing her. Just by the way, he was keeping an eye on her. What was his plan?
Moving her arm up, the water went around her arm and jumped to the floor in front of her. It grew and moved to an identical form the shadow took in front of her. She sent it forward, at a slow pace as well...to see what that shadow can do.
The tribesman grinned, his oddly light eyes glinting malevolently in the half-light. A wave of his hand and the shadow thinned, spread out, until it was enough to completely envelope the water. All that remained now was a show of power. It was a battle of experience, power, and will. If she gave out or gave up, the water would be contaminated. Evil and contagious. After all, water was the wellspring that nurtured life… good and bad. If she won out, his shadow would be overcome and he would have to try something else.
He had many tricks up his sleeve, though. He was already muttering something else, but it was hard to say whether it was for this shadow’s strength or for something completely different.
She watched him and than grin made her feel uncomfortable. But, she was not going to give in. As her eyes looked back to the shadow, it engulfed her water and the fear of contamination went through her. Closing her eyes, she started to almost sing something under her breath to give the water strength. To give it courage, as it moved around the shadow, trying to break its barrier, trying to find the light.
Looking back at him, she wondered, what she would be planning once more.
While he muttered and she sang, the shadow weakened. The water almost won out when something peculiar happened.
The sorcerer’s muttering came to a stop and he let go of the staff. It stood there, like it was rooted to the ground.
Then it shuddered. The tribesman’s incantation over, he was able to focus on the shadow and it strengthened somewhat. The staff was not in his line of sight, but it kept shuddering. It grew limbs… then a tail… It fell forward onto the front limbs and they lengthened. And it grew a head. That head was vaguely equine… and so was the body now that it grew to proper proportions. It was about three feet taller than the average Clydesdale, with a deep chest and visible ribs. It was jet black in color, with purple hints in the semi light. And it had a long, thin, curving horn from the center of its gaunt head. The hooves, sharper than knives pawed at the ground and left deep scores. It had no eyes- just deeply abysmal holes in its head. Its four nostrils twitched in Layette’s direction.
The tail was whiplike and waved around lazily.
When it was done growing, the sorcerer gave up on the shadow. He pressed a finger to the side of his nose and breathed in deeply, calling the infective influence back and sucking it into his lungs. He coughed once, but was otherwise alright. Then he could focus on controlling his demon. He shouted a guttural and foreign command and it charged.
He was still grinning, not taking things seriously. This was probably another test.
Meanwhile, the leaf-head started struggling. He’d been looking rather green earlier, but this new development seemed to spark some newfound life in him. “LAYETTE!” He tried to pull his arms away, but he was clearly not well. Dark circles under his eyes and rather pale… He had not responded to the smell of Death well. The other two they had picked up had not vomited. But this kid had, and he’d nearly passed out to boot.
The Tribesman frowned in the boy’s direction. He himself had been unable to touch him- something strange… he’d been burned. Like by the energy the kid gave off. He’d deal with the nuisance soon enough if none of his comrades didn’t.
A smile crossed her face as she saw that her water was beating him. A already to early victory seemed to be at reach. The almost dance like battle between what can be summed up as dark and light was always constant but never ending. She cursed herself to ever think she could win this early in the game and this easily.
As that thought crossed her mind, his stick dropped and she looked at it and looked at him. There was something in the expressionless face he had that made it so she was afraid.
Her eyes grew wide as this simple stick started to form. It was not something you would find in the woods, it was much more than she had calculated. The legs, the tail. The way it grew and the way it moved. She was frozen in place, you could see the shock on her face but it went away when her eyes glared at the beast that he had created. Its eyes, that creature had no eyes and when it roared, she jumped. As the shadow disappeared, when it did, she drew her water back instantly. It was a shield and when that beast charged, she would need it.
Something broke her concentration as she heard the voice of her love. She did not look at him but her expression grew to a softer but more determined one as when it came closer, she used the water to shoot herself up in the air to avoid an attack.
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Post by Tempest on Jul 30, 2008 21:34:49 GMT -5
||I had been attempting to avoid posting twice per rotation, but I guess this cannot be settled through PMs because not everyone understands me. >.< THIS DOES NOT RESTART THE ROTATION. CLIVE POSTS AFTER ME. AND BUBBLY AFTER HIM, IF SHE CAN. I was originally aiming for something like Aiden's post. A fight within without me having to directly involve the rotation by having to post and disrupt the chain of time and thought.
But whatever. WHATEVER.||
The twins chuckled when the girl on the stage aimed stuff at their group. In tandem, they pursed their lips and blew. The wind created was enough to make the objects go off course. Naturally, a pole aimed at their group made a couple of them duck, but they seemed relatively unfazed.
"I'll take the squirmer if somebody handles the dark-haired, irritable one," the woman with the whip said. The figure in a cloak must have said something because she laughed. "You sure? She seems a trifle feisty... Maybe you should let the Twins take her."
His answer made her go serious again. She muttered something to him and his shoulders shifted. Then she stepped forward and uncoiled the whip. It was a nasty-looking thing, with bits of metal at the tip and the rest of it very sharp (for leather, that is). And she wielded it like it was nothing.
Her friend had noticed the null-waves Amy was sending out. He'd warned her. But it wasn't like she relied on her powers to inflict harm on others. No... no, this was only skill. Her power went usually unneeded.
It cracked like a shot over Amy, just to taunt the woman. Then she sent it coiling around one of Amy's ankles. She jerked the whip backwards and the metal bit through skin... but not any deeper. She was drawing her slightly closer... but not too much. Whips were best used from a safe distance.
She moved constantly, either to keep a boundary with her whip or to aim a blow to Amy. She wasn't particularly discerning about where the blows landed- but everywhere they did, they sliced open skin and left bruises.
Eventually, she could kill the woman. It would most certainly be an unpleasant demise- a demise to make Hector proud of her.
Meanwhile, the cloaked figure drifted closer to Clara and reached out a shrouded hand. A dark orb created right at the tip of the hand, at what must have been the tip of a finger. It turned into a flaming, crackling orb too bright to look at. Pure energy. The air around it was singed and it grew, consuming the atmosphere around it. "Eat," a raspy voice said as he lowered his hand and sent it towards Clara.
||That is all I can do. Make up the rest on your own. NPCs are for ANYBODY to play. Just be sure to drop me a PM first so I can avoid any more misunderstandings.||
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I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart - I am, I am, I am. |
Thunder Goddess
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Post by Seren on Aug 4, 2008 3:01:11 GMT -5
The sword went through, and it seemed as if everything was okay. Only for a split second though, before she had time to react to seeing Alex, a sharp pain echoed in her body and Erin collapsed to the floor. For a second she was just silent in shock, and as her hand went down to her side to inspect what had happened a sharp scream of pain was emitted from deep within her throat when her fingers brushed over the knife. Yanking the knife out of her side (which wasn’t the best move at the moment) Erin let out another yell as her vision suddenly became hazy. She was unaware of how much blood was escaping her body, all she could think about was the strange numb feeling creeping from her side and spreading throughout her body. "Ugh... not here...," Erin mumbled outloud and then coughed as some blood dripped down the side of her mouth. Death was acting quickly, and Erin was doing all she could do to stop it.
(ooc; wahhh, GO SAVE HER ALEX. =D Sorry I didn't use Jared in this post. o.o; I'll edit it when my mind is working properly...)
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Post by Tempest on Aug 4, 2008 22:04:06 GMT -5
Another pulse. From where he knelt, Enders figured that the Caroline woman was fighting back. He glanced at Hector and began to whistle. Another pulse made him falter, but he continued to whistle. It was Funeral March of the Marrionettes and it was one of his few unbelievably reliable offensive spells.
He only hoped that the yeti would be able to get in.
Another pulse. And then another. The zombies amassed around the woman and her brother were repelled back again and again, but he could see her losing steam. Every pulse had more space between it. The pulses were also weakening. He heard her cry out, "Tob-!"
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Alexander felt weaker than he ever had. But when that girl with blue hair called for water, he had siphoned off and blasted it at the faces of the nearest henchies. They were suffiently surprised so he could break away from them. As weak as he felt, there was nothing that would keep him from Erin.
He reached into a pocket as he barreled forward, bringing out the potion she'd given him earlier. Her going-away present. He opened it with his teeth and the fiery fluid spilled out. Unthinkingly, he formed the fluid into a sword. It was formed of two complete opposites. The water element gave him the control over the fluid's shape and consistency, but the fire gave him an edge. Especially with the zombies who stood in his way.
He charged past a strange creature attacking the blue-haired girl who was in the air, past the woman with a whip.
It was complete chaos in the auditorium, but Alex was alone in his mind's eye. Only he, Erin, and that Bastard who'd stabbed her existed. He wrestled with himself. He wanted to destroy the man, but he also wanted to protect and rescue Erin. There was no way to safely do the two. Only a moment's hesitation and he was at her side.
"Erin, Erin... c'mon..." He didn't want to make things worse by touching her, but he couldn't just... let her lose all this blood from her side. Her lips were red with it. "Don't you dare die, Erin. Don't you dare." His hand pressed over her wound, trying to keep the blood from seeping out so much.
An old guy nearby stopped whistling. Alex barely registered this. But he did notice when the man whispered, "Untie me and I might be able to help." Alex was a little eager in his endeavors... or perhaps too rushed. He lashed out with the fiery liquid and the ropes hissed and fell away from he man's red wrists. The old guy sucked in his breath, but leaned over Erin and looked over her wounds. "She needs to get to the hospital, boy." He glanced up. "Uh oh. Hector's noticed us."
Hector was only a few steps away, but he didn't bother to do anything but smirk at them. "You're too late. And I think I should move on to the rest of these nuisances."
The man pulled another knife, identical to the first, out thin air. He then moved to slit Nik's throat open.
Alex was surprised when the old guy hastily got up and put himself between Hector and the unconcious boy. "You will not harm anybody else!"
Alex was not paying attention to them, though. He touched Erin's cheek with his other hand. "Dammit, Erin. If you die, I'm following you and dragging you back by your hair."
A couple of zombies lurched towards them, but Alex kept his eyes locked on Erin.
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Hector seemed all ready to stab him when a priceless look of surprise crossed his face. He fell over and Enders looked down to see Nikolai breathing heavily, one of his hands still grasping Hector's ankle. He'd yanked on it, unbalancing the necromancer.
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Sam watched the woman with the whip and he was appalled. She seemed content to cause pain and he wasn't going to stand by and let the others get hurt. He elbowed one of the Twins and she yelped. Her grip loosened enough for him to dart forward.
His use of the epee at the beginning of this little escapade was only for show- he had planned on the element of surprise. Sam pulled out his panpipes and played the first song that came to his head as he interposed himself between the woman and the teacher.
The whip caught one of his shoulders and the song faltered... but he had to concentrate. Concentrate and get the summon out. The raven congealed behind her head and began to beat its wings around her ears and slashed at her neck with its claws.
||If I missed anything, PM me. I'm insanely tired right now and I can't pull any more out of my head. I'll edit if it needs it.||
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Post by Deleted on Aug 12, 2008 21:09:53 GMT -5
The idea had not worked. Instead it had drawn attention to her; the sound of the whip frightened her, but the sudden pain around her ankle made her squeal. Amorina could feel herself being pulled closer, but shied away from the whip. With every crack, every contact of the harsh leather or metal against her skin made her flustered and frightened. There was nothing she could do; she had no power that could help her. What could she do? ----- Clara watched her cousin and glared at the woman wielding the whip and was about to run over to help when something caught her eye. Something was coming closer to her.
With her eyes trained on this person, she watched the orb grow, her face blank, her eyes dark. Body rigid, she had to concentrate. Her hands went out in front of her and she felt her muscles tighten more as her shield formed around her. She had to keep herself steady if she was going to fend this off.
When the ball of energy hit the wall, she felt it. It was like a bullet had hit her, but she kept steady, shaking. Reaching one arm behind her, Clara wrapped her mind around the largest thing she could map out and flung it at the cloaked thing while still managing to keep her barrier up. ----- Her answer came with the boy who stood infront of her, protecting her from the whip. While he caused a distraction, Amy looked around for something. If she could get close to the woman, that whip would be useless. A piece of the pole Clara had broken. It was perfect.
Her hand clasped around it, Amy stood up and walked towards the woman. Her pace quickened the closer she became and she unleashed the energy she had at the woman to make sure there would be no little surprises. If she couldn't beat the woman with her mind, she would beat her with this pole.
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Post by aidonsious on Aug 13, 2008 15:25:13 GMT -5
The creature reared up and the tip of its dark horn tore at one of her calves. It wasn’t completely balanced, though, so it had to return to all fours very quickly. But it was set to do the same thing with either horn or hooves until its target was on the ground so it could trample her or impale her. The Tribesman watched on, his eyes glittering with amusement. He wasn’t going to let his summoned Beast destroy her too quickly, though. Once it got her down, he would space out his attacks.
As she jumped, just as quickly she felt a sharp pain in her leg. Holding back a little yelp, she landed closer to the window as she held onto her leg. The blood seeped through her fingers as she looked to the create as she now, was standing on glass from the broken window.
A sly smirk came across her face as she summoned her water to pick up the glass and she launched half at the bull and the other half at the tribes men. She could not think. There was too much going through her mind. The pain added to it but there was the safety of everyone around her. There could not be any large attacks, which she was good at, that could hurt anyone and this enemy. She had no idea who he was.
The glass entered both of them and the Tribesman recoiled. The Summon screeched as the glass embedded itself in its dark form. It reared up and a deep purple fluid spurted out from its wounds. The fluid hissed and steamed where it hit the ground and ate through the surfaces it landed on. At the moment, the Tribesman had lost concentration and the Beast was completely acting of its own free will. Which, unfortunately, was being directed almost entirely by rage. It charged again, this time it’s head thrown back. It wanted nothing more than to trample this pest to death.
It slowed significantly when the Tribesman drew himself to his full height. He had a large piece of glass embedded in his arm and several cuts all over his person. He rubbed at his left eye, trying to keep the blood from the cut above it from totally cutting off that part of his vision. The man made a few gestures and the Beast then continued its former speed- the same intent as before. Trample her. Make her bleed and bruise with heavy, sharp-edged hooves.
Her face showed no sign of emotion as she watched the glass hit it target and do some harm. The cut on calf was still bleeding as she held onto it and was breathing heavily. Her eyes fell to the animal that was enraged as it charged. The water, would not draw back in time and build enough energy to defend. The tribesmen was injured as well, that brought the thought of that he was not immortal and he can be harmed but that beast, it was too fast and too close.
She dove out of the way as she raised a few pieces of stone to hold in her place when the beast attacked but when it did, she felt a sharp pain in her leg as she landed on the floor. That beast trampled her already injured leg to the point where it hurt to even move it. Damn...it was broken.
Layette tried to fight back tears but a little scream she could not. The pain was overwhelming but she looked to the beast and the tribesmen as she bit her tongue and called her water. The water did not have a lot of strength in it because Layette could not concentrate with the new pain from her trampled and shattered leg. "Asheer Normada Cheeix..."She muttered as her eyes started to glow and the water took on a hard form and spread itself all over the floor to create a floor of ice. The strength she put in it created a barrier to withhold from cracking with people walking over it.
The beast began to lose traction on the slick floor and it attempted to approach her again before crashing down. It struggled in place, but its weight wouldn’t let it get farther than a couple of inches off the floor before it slid back down.
The Tribesman grinned. He felt that this was still going to be his victory, even if he had to change tactics in order to finish the girl off. He began to chant under his breath and made several accompanying gestures. He didn’t slide around like his creature, but he made sure he was next to a couple of still sort-of-intact seats just in case.
The Beast shuddered and began to change. The Tribesman’s chanting grew more guttural and indistinct as the creature began to undergo a horrifying change. It appeared to be sprouting more appendages… and losing some at the same time. The hollows for its eyes grew deeper and the smell of burning flesh added to the thick stench of rotting corpses.
Wes struggled some more. “Layette! You bastard, leave her alone!” He stomped on the foot of the henchman holding his arms, but he wasn’t released.
Control.
That is what she needed. Layette closed her eyes as tears fell onto her cheeks as she chanted under her breath as her hand started to glow and a blue light started to swirl around her leg. Once it did that, she stood and looked towards the creature.
That spiral was the support she needed to be able to stand. All of her weight was shifted to her other leg but it still...created great pain to move. Seeing that beast slip, gave her time as she crossed her arms and concentrated on the water that she did not use that formed and started to gain energy behind her.
Once the creature was not able to serve its purpose, she noticed that an muttering under his breath and the creature started to move. She muttered and looked to him as the water started to gain shape and create a form. She was creating a monster all its own.
Hearing Wes's voice made her heart jump but she did not look towards him. Tears still falling but she showed no emotion on her face as she looked to the tribe man and waited, for him to make the move.
The Tribesman’s eyes had swirled into complete purple. No whites, no pupil. Just a deep purple like ink… with brilliant fushia pinpricks near the center and corners. It was an eerie effect, and the aura that pulsed from him only added to the sense that something was going worse than previously. He ripped the piece of glass out of his arm and dark blood spurted out after it. He muttered something and it slowed to an ooze, a dark trail down his arm. He licked his own blood off the glass and it stained his teeth. The pulsing aura grew stronger.
The Beast reared up suddenly, wings on its back and its front legs in different stages of the process of withering and falling off. Its hind legs were changing shape too- splaying the hooves out, separating toes…. And the head was sharpening… it had a beak now… But what was worst about this was the sound of agony emitting from its throat.
Wes wasn’t paying attention to that, though he winced at the sound. No, he caught a glimpse of something that made him angrier than he’d ever gotten before. A flurry of movement and he was free of his captives- he was sliding, running, whatever movement between, at the Tribesman. The dark-skinned antagonist didn’t see him until it was too late to stop his momentum. They fell over the seats the Tribesman had been leaning against and the Beast reared again, but was unable to do anything without a command. From the struggle, the Tribesman rose, the skin on half of his face burned and withered to an unrecognizable degree. In one hand was the neck of Wes’s shirt, a struggling Wes still in it. Where their skin touched was a warring area- the Green Man’s energy versus that of a Spreader of Decay and Disease. Both were burned at once, but neither acknowledged it with more than a hiss of pain and a growl. The Tribesman’s eyes were on Layette still and he waved a hand at his creature, which attacked.
It had more maneuverability with the new wings, but it was too malformed to get off the ground. Still, it aimed its clumsy approach in Layette’s direction. Best case scenario: the talons would get her. Worst case scenario (barring her actually doing anything, that is): it would fall on her.
Neither the Beast nor the Tribesman had factored in Layette’s own creature.
The eyes. Those eyes would haunt her dreams for as long as she would ever remember. There was no emotion in those eyes…it was only darkness. As the creature behind her crew into a spider like form, her eyes feel onto the action of taking glass out of his body. Taking to not how he regenerated part of the lose skin to stop the heavy bleeding made it so whatever attack she threw at him next, would have to be a hard blow.
As the wings fell off of the creature, her eyes went from the man to the thing in front of her and the sound of the head…made a shiver go up her spin. But something moved fast passed the creature and she held her breath then she saw Wes attack the man. He was caught off guard and went hard to the floor. She smelt burning flesh and had to bring one of her hands to her nose. The rotting flesh she started to get used to but burning, was not a good mix for her senses. The creature in front of her did nothing and with that, the creature she was creating was finished and stretched its long spider limbs and was ready for an order. But as she saw the tribesman face, he saw how it hurt Wes. An anger boiled in her as she looked at those eyes once more and when he sent a command to the creature, she sent her own creature in defense.
The spider had sharp tips on its legs and was skating around and when the command was send, it skated fast around Layette and went quickly to the creature. Moving in a pattern that was random with using his first pair of limbs as weapons, slashing out to the creature but keeping on the move.
Layette looked from her creature to Wes, concerned and worried.
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I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart - I am, I am, I am. |
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Post by Seren on Sept 12, 2008 17:09:47 GMT -5
Erin blinked cluelessly as Alex came into her vision, with tears swelling up in her eyes she started to laugh but then stopped since it just made the pain throughout her whole entire body worse. "I am dying, aren't I?" she breathed reaching up and taking a fistful of Alex's hair she stared at him, the soul in her eyes slowly fading. "Ugh," she closed her eyes and her face scrunched up in pain. Erin was holding onto the rope, but the rope itself was slowly breaking. (ooc; lol, the best I could do.
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Post by Tempest on Oct 26, 2008 14:16:05 GMT -5
Hector was already angry enough that things were spiralling out of control. He was not stupid, though. If he wanted to take care of Nikolai, he'd have to do so all at once. So he kicked at the boy to get him to withdraw his grip on his ankle and rose to his feet.
He didn't get a chance to do much else before an umbrella dropped on his head. The old man was muttering, "I hope it doesn't rain. I hope it doesn't rain." With each repetition of that phrase, an umbrella dropped on Hector's head.
"Stop that," the irate necromancer said.
Enders paused only to smile grimly. Then he continued to mutter. Hector glared at him and blocked the next umbrella. Then something occured to him and he used his foot to kick up an umbrella. He caught it and used it like a baseball bat at Jonathan's head.
Enders was old, and his reflexes not what they once were. The blow was glancing, but the force was enough to make him sink dizzily to the floor.
Nikolai was up by this point, reeling and angry. He was fighting the sedatives coursing through his veins. He coughed once, releasing a short burst of flame. His eyes were a fiery gold and his expression was positively dangerous.
"Die," he rasped and launched himself at the man. Hector grinned and readied the knife. Confusion ensued as they both fell to the floor in the struggle.
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Alex's breath caught in his throat. "No, no you're not," he said firmly. He felt movement behind him. Zombies.
His rage filled him and he looked over his shoulder. Borrowing some of the ice from the other side of the room, he slashed through them, rendering them temporarily immobile. With the shards of ice lingering in midair around them, Alex could semifocus on Erin again. "Dammit, Erin, it wasn't supposed to happen like this."
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Caroline could feel consciousness draining away like water in a sieve. She leaned over her brother's unmoving form in an attempt to keep him from sustaining any more injuries.
She tried to do another pulse to force the onslaught back, but it was so weak that it barely registered. "No..." They tore at her back, at her arms. It hurt, but the futility cut her the deepest.
no matter what i do...
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Sam played on, but it was becoming unnecessary. The girl had started closing the distance between herself and the woman with the whip. The summoned bird had served its purpose and he let the tune fall.
He noticed several things at the moment that needed remedying. First was Wes in the grip of the tribesman. Second, the girl dying on stage and the ones that were still tied up.
But there was also the necromancer wrestling with the groundskeeper. A moment's thought and he leapt onto the stage. His fingers nimble, he set the rest of the captives loose.
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Lucy let him untie her wrists, but she yanked off the gag herself. With a nod, she thanked him and headed towards her violin. Unfortunately, there were many undead between herself and her target. They noticed her and she was forced to retreat back to where she had been before. It made her nervous- she was between the necromancer and his minions at this point.
Sam gave her a salute then, raised his panpipes to his lips. A few seconds later, a rottweiler rushed at the zombies. Lucy would have to wait, it seemed. For the time being, she dropped to her knees beside the old man.
"A-Alright?"
"Of course not. Look to the girl. I have to settle this."
Lucy's jaw tightened and she moved to where the white-haired guy was talking to the dying girl. He sent a couple of ice shards her way, but stopped when she uttered a startled cry and dropped to avoid them.
The damage was considerable. If she... well, if this was indeed what it looked like...
"Can you help?" It was the boy. His voice was husky. This girl MEANT something to him. "Can you save her?"
Lucy hesitated. "...Maybe. But I-I d-d-don't have my instrument... and... I might make it worse...." her voice got small, "I d-don't know."
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The woman with the whip had gotten one of her eyes slashed. This made things much harder, naturally. She grimaced and almost missed something rather important. The girl was no longer far away- she'd entered close range and the whip was useless.
With a grin, the woman dropped the whip and flexed her fingers. At the tip of each one was a metal case around her fingernails. Claws. None were poisoned, but they were serrated. Wiping her sleeve over a cheek covered in blood, she growled, "Come on, chickie, let's see what you've got."
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