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Cross Effects: Rebirth (2.0) The RP
YOLF:
Fate
Fate was forced to hurriedly move from the path of Shiro's sword as his spell fizzled uselessly and faded without effect. Taking advantage of his brief confusion, the first slash almost took his head off, and he felt magic power and wind buffet his face as he barely managed to dodge.
A thin line of white blood fell from his cheek when he moved back. The sensation of being hurt, of being cut, made something snap within his widened eyes, as though a fierce something was suddenly slapped to wakefulness.
Grinning, Fate faced the priest's sword, dodging and diverting many swings with calculated focus as they came at him. The continuous assault forced him to defend without any option to turn the momentum around. It was different from fighting Tsukuyomi; she fought like possessed by a demon and with vicious relentlessness, but her sheer power and skill could not compare to this man's.
Fate's fists produced shockwaves that cracked the pavement around them when they hit directly against the flat of the blade, magic power bursting from the clashes, deafening the arena with loud booms and clangs. The air howled when the weapon passed within a hair's thread breadth of him, ripping the mage's fine suit that had only gotten dust on it up to that point.
Fate twisted his body with superhuman agility to avoid a particularly wide and bloodthirsty slice, the movement splitting his tie in two. And within barely any time at all, Shiro's sword came up from the wide arc that would undoubtedly follow into a bisecting slash. Fate had no time for consideration. The strike all but ignited the air as it came down, and his hands came up flat to intersect it in front of him.
The power behind it made the ground beneath Fate crack and his feet sink, spreading dust and dirt everywhere. But an inch from his forehead, his palms had caught the sword within its path and stopped its movement completely. Fate's rock steady grasp prevented it from simply being pulled back, and his eyes met Shiro's in obvious defiance.
Fate stomped, and the earth beneath them erupted. The entire pavement split into cracks, fissures exploding from the epicenter. The underground shook as affected by an earthquake, causing the spectators to recoil and scramble away, the ceiling and walls likewise deforming and breaking.
The rage of the earth separated the enemy from its master and rampaged at him. The ground rose to swallow him, spikes of rock emerged to impale him, lava erupted to engulf him, pillars of stone burst from the walls to crush him, whips of iron sand twisted at him violently, and raw stone and steel converged on him. Moving innocuously through all of it, Fate brought his own strength to bear against Shiro, striking with the power to break mountains.
Puck-Chan:
Mary
For Mary, it seemed like she would have a bit of reprieve from the day as nothing seemed to ruin her moment. Reports of the demon state he's inside some form of a flame dome. Not that she really cared, so as long as that thing isn't doing anything harmful to anyone. Of course she had those people just continue keeping an eye on him. Just as the lieutenant was lifting a cup of coffee to her lips, her very world shook violently.
The scalding brown liquid met against her face, causing her to loudly shriek out in pain as her environment rocked around her. Equipment were falling off from the shelves, shattering some of the more delicate and expensive tools that they would rely on in their tasks. In the hallways, she could hear the collective shattering of pottery.
"What the hell is going on?!" she screamed in the midst of the disturbance.
Kurogami:
Day 2
When Arisato Minato awoke at ten am his first feeling was annoyance, could his body not let him sleep in anymore?
Not like you even need sleep anymore.
My MIND doesn't need sleep anymore, but my body has yet to catch up, so yes I do still need sleep.
Realizing that it would be futile to try to go back to sleep Minato went downstairs and headed for the kitchen to prepare a morning meal for his guests.
Within a half hour the dorm had begun to fill with the smell of eggs, fried ham and bacon, and freshly brewed coffee.
All these things were set, piled high on their platters, on the dining room table along with a pitcher of fresh orange juice.
Minato then proceeded to load up a plate and take a seat at the table to wait, with the smell of breakfast in the air someone would come down soon.
Cherry Lover:
Seeing that Kiyoshi was almost falling asleep on his feet, Rider simply chose the first empty room that she came across. It was a relatively large room, with a single bed, with a sofa nearby that Rider could sit on, as well as a desk and chair in the corner.
Kiyoshi quickly got undressed aside from his underwear, and got into bed. Rider, meanwhile, took a seat in the sofa beside him.
“Goodnight, Aunty Rider”, he said, sleepily.
She leaned over and gave him a hug.
“Goodnight, Kiyo”, she said with a smile. “I'm just going to get a book, I'll be back in a minute”.
Rider had seen a bookshelf outside and, since she had no need to sleep, she felt that she could catch up on a bit of reading. As quickly as she could, she picked an interesting-looking book and returned to the room with it, sitting down on the sofa, whilst Kiyoshi drifted off to sleep.
Once he was asleep, Rider moved over to the desk, careful to keep a watch on Kiyoshi, turning on the small light to give her the ability to read the book.
Arch-Magos Winter:
The Hunter of Strix stretched his wings, shadowy feathers feeling nothing as he glided through the night sky. The keening song of both disaster and his brothers called to him through the darkness. He felt life all below him, flickering and transient. That little fact sent the closest thing he could feel to hate through his form. Hate. A foolish 'emotion' embraced by those who scorned his gift.
Alighting on a branch next to another of his kin, he spoke.
<Disaster?>
Yellow eyes looked towards his, head cocked. <Yes. Many disasters. This place is full of them.>
<Good. A parliament is forming.>
<A what?>
<A gathering of our kind, young one.> The Hunter preened his shadowy feathers, grooming himself. <The Scorners shall know fear soon.>
<Fear? Like the mortals feel?>
<Yes. Like you will.>
<W->
The comment of the Young Stupid One was cut short as the Hunter's form extended, enveloping the younger Strix within his own form, yellow eyes winking out as shadow engulfed them. He struggled a bit, before his existance was ended. A waste of shadow. A tasty waste of shadow. The Hunter preened his feathers once more before focusing his eyes on the window of a building. Life within. Playthings, before the main event. Like shadow, he floated through the cracks in the window, perching without pressure on the Little One's chest, sucking his breath away.
A sample, before the main course to come later.
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