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Arch-Magos Winter:
--- Quote from: Cherry Lover on July 21, 2014, 03:24:56 AM ---What's that? thought Rider, looking up from her book as she felt a disturbing evil presence in the room.
Oh, God!
Rider jumped out of her seat as she noticed a wispy shadow form into the shape of a pitch-black owl and perch on Kiyoshi's chest, its yellow eyes peering into his. She could see Kiyoshi awaken in a panic, clearly extremely distressed at whatever this monstrosity was doing to him. Quickly, Rider changed into her battle outfit and, summoning her weapons, threw one of her nails in the direction of the shadow entity as she ran to Kiyoshi's side.
Kiyoshi, meanwhile, was panicking and attempting to scream, unsure of what was happening to him. He could feel himself being drained.
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Hunter of Strix
As the nail passed through his form, the Strix stopped devouring the breath of the child. The Hunter of Strix had drank it's fill from the form. It's thirst was for now, satisfied. Vitae itself was in it's body, yellow eyes suddenly focusing on the Spirit.
<I need you to leave. My brothers will not extend the same courtesy, and your presence here is but an annoyance to my plans. Or maybe a benefit. Stay then if you feel like it - if you can feel.>
Looking forward once more, he hopped onto the head of the bed, staring down at the two of them. Yellow eyes cocked to the side as he focused on the pair together without as much as a blink. <Besides, it's been a long time since I have talked to someone without a true body.>
Preening his wing, the Hunter of Strix continued 'talking', shadowy whispers projecting right into the head of these two pitiful beings. <Tell me, what is a whelp like that doing in the company of a being like you?>
Mooncake:
--- Quote from: Christemo on July 20, 2014, 11:02:05 AM ---"Whether you bow to the gods or abandon them, it does not truly matter if you are strong. I became the greatest king by being strong, and by being strongest, I shall leave your pathetic faithlessness in the dust!"
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Perfect teeth ground together in a rage too great for any man to abate.
"You… you cur."
--- Quote from: Christemo on July 20, 2014, 06:52:46 PM ---"What is the name of the song of the sandstorm?!"
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"The rattling of dust on an empty breeze!"
A sword of such power, such magnitude of rending force shot through the air so that the very space through which it passed was torn apart. It had no name and it needed none, for it was one of the many treasures that belonged only to the greatest of heroes. It slammed against the tornado and forced from it to emerge the face of the Sphinx, seeking it's true nature continent-tearer's mighty visage.
In the instant after it's own destruction, three more followed, then twelve, then thirty, then eighty, then a hundred and more poured from the Gate of Babylon, that treasury that held the highest of places in legend, the golden glow that spread from each of its many portals visible from all corners of the city on this snowy night. Each weapon that shrieked and howled as it rent the very curtain of night that passed between the two kings, one the lesser, the other, every man's greater.
The Sphinx, great though it was, could not hold against the relentless barrage that the God-King unleashed, and spun with quiet force, its wrath abated before the power of the King. Part of it could be held to the fact that Ramesses's Reality Marble was not at full power, yet, in truth, it would be most deserving to attribute this might to the man - no, the Golden Hero that stood upon the hilt of a sword, regarding Ramesses in the air.
His visage was a mask of Death itself as he looked upon the one who claimed himself to be the greatest of kings, a silence filling the air and stealing away the breath of all who looked on. The tension in the air was such that a single movement would cut through it like a knife and sever the rope that held them still.
The King of Heroes spoke, and in speaking, bade all who stood there to listen, his own focus solely on Ramesses.
"…Know, liar, false of face and deeds, that you stand before the Original King, Gilgamesh, the first and greatest. I will not hold with the slander that you paint upon me, and yourself. The greatest? You are but a child, sculpting triangles from sand. The worth of a King is measured in more than temples and structures, stonemason."
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--- Quote from: Knick on July 21, 2014, 01:29:15 AM ---Amelia sat on a swing, dressed in long jeens and a jacket with scarf to keep her warm in the snow, softly going back and forth. Around the park parents were telling their kids who were playing in the newly falling snow to stay away from the odd girl on the swing, who looked to be in her late teens.
But Amelia was unaware of anything, simply deep in thought about the events of the last night. She did not LIKE to kill, but it had to be done. Magic as evil, it corrupts people and causes suffering. Why couldn’t that nice woman understand that?
“Why doesn’t anyone understand” She softly mumbled, as she looked at the sky as she slowly swung back and forth.
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Soft snow crunched underneath his boots, leaving a marked trail behind the man as he approached the girl on the swings. He had noticed the parents moving their children away from the teenager, and taken pity on her. He passed almost silently through the falling snow, the brim of his hat drawn low over his eyes. The eternal wanderer stood silently beside her, in a moment of solidarity, before speaking.
"Hello, mi-"
--- Quote ---"Are you like me?"
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What.
There was too much confusion within this space for his liking. The swing set that the girl was sitting on was in the air and on the ground, followed moments after by a small boy - a great sickness set upon by Pestilence, the scourge of man, yet drawn from the deepest of the wells by man himself - tumbling past Wanderer, blowing both his coat and snow by as the sickness landed upon the ground of the alley he had passed only moments prior.
--- Quote from: Knick on July 21, 2014, 03:50:44 AM ---“Oh my god, I AM SO SORRY.” Then then began to bow, constantly apologizing. “I didn’t mean to throw you like that. B-but you were causing a scene. You shouldn’t cause a scene like that, ITS BAD.” She ended in a slightly panicked yelling; it was obvious she was unsure about how to handle this situation.
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A single hand held itself out in front of her as the cowboy (flame trapped in human form) walked slowly up from behind her, motioning for the teen to wait a moment. He gave her a quick smile.
"It's all right, miss. He seems more resilient than you might expect."
With that being said, he approached the sickness cautiously, one hand held out to the side where it might grasp upon the hilt of an invisible sword, or within reach of the shotgun strapped to his back. He knelt down on the ground, his coat pooling around him, and regarded the boy with his eyes, his strange eyes that shifted color from one moment to the next, first blue than green than brown than blue again, cycling through colors fast enough that they almost seemed to blur into a myriad form.
"...Are you ...quite alright?"
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--- Quote from: Christemo on July 20, 2014, 11:02:05 AM ---As the last remnants of the parasite burned away, leaving the skin beneath burned black from fire rather than the twisted black of the parasite, Karna's hand left Lucas' arm, fire dissipating like he had turned off the gas to a Bunsen burner.
"I am curing him of his parasidic problem, of course. This is naturally the quickest way to take care of it. Are there any issues with it? I understand your concern, but he can clearly take it and then some."
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Lucas stirred as the parasite burned itself out of his body, his arm knitting itself back together as fast as the fire burned it. Twitching, the redhead weakly opened his golden eyes and took in the people surrounding him. He focused on the only two he knew, the blonde teenager and the tall, white-haired man, before sinking back into the infirmary bed. With a hiss, Lucas began to move his other arm, the bone audibly splintering as it cracked against the rebar embedded in it.
Giving up on moving it for now, the redhead looked at the crowd surrounding his bed one more time.
"...You need ...more plants."
Closing his eyes, the surly, pale-skinned man muttered a word that might almost have been interpreted as thanks.
MissingMandible:
Staff Sergeant Jonathan Mathews:
--- Quote from: Puck-Chan on July 20, 2014, 11:31:55 PM ---"I'm in a bit of a hurry, but what do you want?"
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"A guardswoman is terribly sick. We need transportation to the nearest medicae facility. I beg of you, please help us!" Jonathan rung off, trying but failing to keep his voice calm.
Samantha was deteriorating at a fast pace before he left the group. Time is short, and he is more than willing to hijack the car and find a medicae center himself if he needed to.
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Corporal Elizabeth Blackwell:
The sergeant didn't understand the gravity of the situation; a disease from a Nurgle Daemon is not a light matter. The suffering usually is far too much for the victim, and either pushes them to worship the Chaos God of Decay just to relieve the pain, or outright kills them. It is very likely that the guardswoman will turn from the Emperor's light, and become a cultist very much like the ones they were fighting not an hour before.
Elizabeth contemplated shooting the woman again. It would be a straight shot, and could be done before the Ogryn Bone 'ead could respond. It would put the Specialist out of her misery and save her soul. However, Elizabeth doubted that she would survive the wrath of the abhuman. It was certainly a dilemma she finds herself in now...
YOLF:
Fate
"Leviation is easy for me, and proper flight is simple by comparison." Fate answered, as though speaking of something like algebra or riding a bicycle.
The mage watched silently as the priest collected his scattered weapons and gear, while taking in the deformed arena around them more closely. He nodded, more at himself, at Shiro's evaluation of the match, while pouring magic into the walls and ceiling to somewhat fix the damage he had done. It was true that from a certain perspective, he had been unfair with Shiro fighting him here. But nonetheless, in a real fight it was a null concern, and the underground arena had restricted him in its own way.
The place in barely more presentable conditions than before, Fate dusted himself off absentmindedly, even if it would do nothing to fix his ruined suit, and adressed the priest again while he stretched.
"I may appear like this, but in truth I am just under a century in age."
Puck-Chan:
Henry
--- Quote ---"A guardswoman is terribly sick. We need transportation to the nearest medicae facility. I beg of you, please help us!" Jonathan rung off, trying but failing to keep his voice calm.
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"Great, more problems," Henry thought with his brows furrowing together.
This guy was desperate as his voice let on. He was very familiar with desperation. It is something that can cause people to do anything. Even the evilest of deeds. Of course, this guy armed as he is, would probably try to hijack this car if he refused. No doubt he'd lose not only the equipment, but also the car and making it very likely to make today another bad day for Forest.
"Today's your lucky day, boy scout. So where's this 'guardswoman'?"
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