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 Posted: Sun Apr 15, 2012 5:00 pm
"I'm not a big diamond fan. I'm more of a topaz..amethyst man myself you know." Roulin's dry humor couldn't veil perfectly the slight affliction of his mind. There a bit of worry over him now. He wanted to fight Lucien just for warm up now and he was willing to strike at him at this moment. His calmer half that still held the remnants of his past self wanted to bypass this moment. Lucien was just as perceptive as Roulin was. Maybe even more. Thanks to the situation though, he unfortunately could not prove his suspicions with just a flurry of question. The Life Owl was in control of the situation yet again, but he already knew that Lucien would still have the nagging thought. But what good was that? He wasn't the man he used to be. He wouldn't act on his thoughts and Roulin knew this. To some degree, the Italian wanted him to though. Just for the thrill of fighting him and beating him to get him out of here.
After a roll of his eyes, Roulin answered Lucien's other questions in a calm, almost humorous tone. "I can't detect power when there are only a bunch of half-Owls and machines around. So weak, they're below my radar. Yours as well my friend." The young man surveyed the area now. It was quiet save for the bridge that had Owls on it smoking and just...having a good time really. Roulin slowed to a point where he was just behind Lucien and out of his sight. His hands lifted from his pockets but there was no preparation for an attack. Just a smooth flight for now. "You probably shouldn't think so much of it. Like I said, you're alive. I'm alive. There's a war to be fought, so try not to think about stray beams of light, Lu."
Roulin had learned the ways of his father and his father's father. He'd become a good liar like Che and power hungry like his grandfather. The light purple eyed man who came from humble beginnings to this moment of disillusionment, power and wrath knew what he had to do now to cement this transformation brought on by his loving father. There was no turning back now he knew. He accepted the results and the consequences of his decisions and although he regretted some, he thanked them for they made him stronger than he used to be. This decision would only make him even stronger. When the timing was just right for Lucien who flew a pace a brisk as Roulin did, the Italian placed up three boxes of stone in a triangular shape. One for the tips of his outstretched wings to break them and the lowest centered one for this face. Through the motion which required only thought, The Owl of Grey kept quiet and silent and waited for his moment to strike like a snake in the sand. Now that his attack was set up, he figured he was ready to have this fight one last time. Now was the moment to show himself just how strong he'd become.
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Posted: Sun Apr 15, 2012 5:28 pm
Roulin's dry humor escaped Lucien's attention he was focused, no that's not it he was distraught, there was something on his mind that he couldn't quite grasp, something that he just couldn't quite pin down. As they traversed the area he flapped his wings again, a few stray black feathers fell from his wings gently gliding along the hot air. He glanced back towards Roulin as he rebutted his last question, he had to admit he was doing an excellent job of dodging the answers Lucien needed, no doubt Roulin had suspected that Lucien wasn't merely creating idle chit chat. Roulin was clever, more clever than most, even Lucien had to watch his choice of words around him. "Even the small things do not escape Death's Glance, the same however cannot be said for Life's." He was making a metaphor to them, Lucien was surrounded by detail, they both knew that someone doesn't just sneak up on Lucien especially not some nameless Owl who get's off a lucky shot. As Roulin made a comparison about stray beams of light Lucien's eyes narrowed ever so slightly.
"I will have to keep that in mind." He said as he returned his attention forward. Lucien's attention was for a brief moment drawn as a series of explosions shot through the sky, followed by a silver trail that he could only assume belonged to Anderson's familiar dragon. Who would of thought that such a minor thing would lead to such a catastrophic result. The instant Lucien's eyes were drawn back his sight was blocked, by a stone box to be precise. Three in total, two collided with the ends of his wings snapping them, and the third smashed into Lucien's face snapping his neck at an odd angle as he tumbled to the ground. Lucien's body came to a rest on the ground, his wings bent at odd angles and his head turned in ways it shouldn't be.
For a moment he lay there still, but as before returned. He stood up, with his head turned awkwardly, reaching up he snapped his neck back into place cracking it a little as he rolled his head lightly on his neck. His wings to snapped back into place but soon they disappeared retracting back into his skin below his Negation suit. Lucien no longer needed confirmation of his suspicions he had his answer. Objects around him suddenly were blown back by passive telekinetic waves which now leapt from his body. Reaching forward Lucien grabbed hold of the Owl of Grey forcing him to a stop. "Stone? How crude. Your attacks were always much more devastating with sand then they were solid rock." He said as objects began to float around him, he was not making them do this, this was once again just passive psychic waves manipulating the objects around him.
Lucien was not mad, no he was beyond mad. Not because Roulin had not once but twice attacked him when there was no reason to, but because it confirmed in his mind that Roulin was no longer the man he once was, Roulin was a monster. As Lucien stepped into the air, his telekinetic powers holding him up in the air with each step. "Did you know something Roulin. In every story where there is good or evil, the monster of the story is always killed by a man. Boys and monsters cannot hope to kill other monsters. When I ascended the chain and became the monster of this world it was my hopes that you'd be the man who would finally bring down my rule. But now I see that hope was for naught." As he stood now eye level, though nearly 20 feet from Roulin he finally asked. "Why? Why would you abandon the path of a man for that of a monster?"
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Posted: Sun Apr 15, 2012 7:09 pm
Roulin path was stopped abruptly by his interest in the man he'd just fell. There was no doubt in his mind that his healing power wouldn't kick in. He stole the ability from the one person he knew could heal from any kind of pain, physical, mental or emotional. That side of the ability disgusted him, but seeing Lucien stand back up, his eyes filled with confusion and rage only made him happy that he had the ability at his disposal. This way, he knew he'd be getting back up until he was either knocked unconscious or killed. Either way, Roulin was prepared for this and decided that if it came down to the latter route, then so be it.
"Your grasp and my sight. Two things that nothing can escape from. Once caught, they're done." Roulin was caught in Lucien's telekinetic grasp by the time he'd began to descend towards the younger Owl. Had this been years ago, Roulin may have panicked his life away for all of Lucien's victims met their ends starting with a telekinetic hold of some sort. While gripped by the invisible hand that was Death itself, Roulin, the Owl of Life simply smirked and even held back a small laugh. As the wind whipped the long dark strands of hair around, Roulin spoke through the gale. "I can give you sand if you want. Or you can do what I did and take it from our old friend Zane."
Lucien began to walk upwards towards Roulin. The older Owl simply awaited, his arms and legs bounded stiff in the hold. It was uncomfortable, but it was nothing Roulin couldn't handle. After Lucien gave his speech, a speech that made the amethyst eyed young man laugh, Roulin nodded in agreement. Not at the words and metaphors Lucien chose, but at the subject matter. Narrowing his eyes ever so slightly, Roulin responded rather calmly, "The path of a man....for that of a monster? A monster? My friend, I'm no monster. I'm no man nor boy. I am an Owl just like you are. I'm an Owl who wants to live out his days in peace." Jagged patterns of bulging nerves appeared around Roulin's eyes and they pulsated as aura circulated through them. His Life Owl vision was active and running at full strength now along with the rest of his stolen abilities. "You know we both will never have peace. Never because it's impossible thanks to people like Raven and people like you. Hell, even people like me. Owls...who strive for peace as well as human can't achieve it. As an Owl, I'm going to protect myself. To do so, I'll become stronger than I am now. You're just a test for me my friend."
And just as Lucien ordered, a hand composed of silicate, pebbles and sand arose from the ground below to capture Lucien in it's grasp and crush him into nothing. Along with this was the Italian's hair that shot out like sharpened tendrils at him to skewer him where he hovered. As soon as he could get released from this hold, Roulin intended to fight Lucien into the dirt with all that he had. As he stated, this was a test for himself meaning Lucien was now teetering on the edge of being a friend and a mere stepping stone.
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Posted: Sun Apr 15, 2012 7:33 pm
"Peace by strengthening yourself? What an absurd notion." He could feel the wavelength of Roulin's power shift and change as he activated his Life Owl Presence, Lucien didn't have the luxury of being able to hold back. Blinking his eyes changed as well, the once white presence in his eyes became black, starting in the dead center of his eyes getting closer to a dark purple the farther to the edges they got. "You plan on testing yourself while the world hangs in balance? What a selfish man you've become." Lucien didn't have to move to understand Roulin's next move, Guessing ahead of time at what he would do as the hand rose from the ground Lightning shot from Lucien's fingertips and from the bottom's of his shoes vitrifying the sand in an instant. Guessing where the sand attack was coming from was easy enough, sand is found on the ground so where else better to defend yourself from? As Lucien continued to grasp Roulin with his telekinetic powers he was surprised to see Roulin's hair had reached a new level of volume, a living one. He immediately lifted his hand up, now controlling the molten glass from the sand he had just created he used it as a sizzling shield against Roulin's hair tendrils. But in doing so he had to let go of Roulin with his telekinesis to control the now molten glass wall thoroughly.
Roulin was full of surprised but Lucien had always been feared for his power. He swirled the molten glass controlling it like water, He ran forward slamming his hands in a downward motion the molten glass soon followed crashing down towards Roulin like a great wave. All the while the clouds in the sky began to stir and rumble with excitement, Lucien's intellect didn't just mean he was book smart, he was able to flawlessly manipulate several powers at once. From his gloves small glimmers could occasionally be seen, Lucien wasn't playing a childish game, this wasn't simply a match between deer butting their heads for a few minutes before they both walk away. No this fight was one that both of them knew had been coming for a long time.
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Posted: Sun Apr 15, 2012 8:08 pm
"Test it then. Test your resolve against mine and you'll see which is more absurd..." Roulin could only watch as his attacks were halted and stopped as if they were nothing. It didn't bother him as he already knew the extent of Lucien's power or at least where he was the last time they fought. The parlor tricks were neat surely and the Italian became quickly envious of the abilities he didn't possess. There was still some respect for Lucien within him. He wouldn't kill him and take his powers that he worked so hard to gain. Beating him into a Negation laced paste would be satisfaction enough. When watching the younger male take out his offenses with just a few moves, Roulin instantly knew that his manipulation of electricity would become a problem if he let it. Being the new man he was, he wanted to do just that. He wanted to make this a challenge for himself. He knew Lucien would be enough of a challenge though. At least he hoped.
The Life Owl was freed from the hold. He strangled the opportunity by performing a defense maneuver even his father would've called clever. As the wave of hot glass came crashing down, he placed up boxes of steel and began to move forward beneath the bridge he formed. Beneath the boxes was a layer of sand that he was preparing to attack with. As he moved closer to Lucien, his vision allowing him to pinpoint each weak spot in his body, Roulin shot off pellets of hardened sand at the younger Owl. From how things were going, he could tell that if he could get Lucien to the ground, the fight would be alot easier for him. The air was just as fine, but it left more to strategy, something Roulin knew Lucien was better at and had the powers for. "I hope having a child hasn't made you less of a party guy Lu. For your sake, I hope it hasn't." Adding on to the assault, Roulin began to fire off miniature shockwaves that would bruise any well trained Owl's skin upon contact and do great damage over time.
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"I doubt Thomas is going to come out by himself...that coward fu--anyway, no, I'd love your help. The both of you actually." Che looked over to Will giving a brief nod knowing the blonde would help him if he asked. Kate, Che simply assumed, would help as well. To the air freshener is where they were headed, so that alone meant something because Kate hadn't been told to stay with another group. The vagabond's eyes lowered to Kate once again and he grinned letting the woman in his arms know that he was assuming she'd help. "The guy is Herald, but he's still Thomas and he's still a stupid hick. Above all though, please don't--"
Che watched the lightning streak across the sky shrouded in darkened, ominous clouds. That wasn't a good sign to see during a war of Owls. Che didn't need to be alive for a few centuries to know that that was Timothy making his way somewhere else. He was moving towards the other Heralds the Italian hoped. Looking down at Kate, then to Will, he said to the blonde devil, "I....might need you to go keep check on the other hand Bill...that is of course if you don't mind. Aheheheh..."
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Posted: Sun Apr 15, 2012 8:10 pm
Cecilia was prepared to move on out. Anderson's familiars were doing a fantastic job on dealing with the rest of the Sibal and Elle/Erin unites. Cecilia would be willing to admit that she was impressed by his sheer raw power. His own level was up there with that of those he traveled with. He too had the makings of a Herald. One could only imagine how high his own raw power would spike if he ever were to gain such a title.
Cecilia awaited for Anya to prepare their departure. She hoped that there would be nothing else to stop them, but hope proved to be a dire thing as a flash of silver entered Cecilia's line of vision as a throwing dagger was lodged into Anya's left shoulder. T'was something that would cause a considerable amount of pain, but it didn't appear to prove fatal. It had been to fast for anyone to react until it was too late.
There was no one in sight who appeared suspicious. At least...not first. Then, from behind a large pile of rubble and ruin stepped a tall man. Cecilia could have sworn she had seen him before, but she couldn't be sure. After awhile of traveling the world, some faces seemed to blend into the background and were forgotten by her. He was one of them. The expression in his eyes told the Gravity Herald that he carried many years of experience and was one of the stronger Owls that demanded respect and to be taken seriously.
Cecilia looked from the elder man towards Anya. From the way their eyes pierced each other, they seemed to know one another. The Gravity Herald could not help, but notice a certain resemblance between the two. It was small, but it was there. They both had that same stoic expression, the same determination. Cecilia looked in Anya with shock as she demanded that they continue on without her. But instead of moving off and leaving the Poison Owl behind, Cecilia approached her friend. "For lack of something more witty to say, I'm going to go with the usual cliche protest speech and say that we're not leaving without you," she said, her galaxy hued eyes traveling from Anya to the man who resembled her so.
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Posted: Sun Apr 15, 2012 8:28 pm
Lucien's eyes widened slightly at Roulin's craftiness and overall use of architectural skills when it came to using his stone. Lucien felt the sharp sting of the pellets against his skin, grunting slightly as he allowed the molten glass to drip over Roulin's floating rock bridge. After the second pellet hit his body Lucien took the initiative. His body instantly dissolved into mist, an old classic, and disappeared from the area for a brief moment. Shortly after Lucien formed shooting down from the sky, in his hand he held a long single bladed sword made negation and laced with carbon, similar to his suit. Slashing the blade down he cut straight through Roulin's stone blocks allowing the molten glass another avenue down. He pointed his hand towards Roulin as the molten glass suddenly began to break off into thin line like segments that appeared to surround Roulin's location. In reality what had happened was Lucien had laced the area with his razor wires, not that they were coated in super heated glass they were visible but still quite lethal.
Of course Lucien was no fool, he wouldn't reveal his most stealthy weapon without a reason, there was more to his web of wires than what would be seen with a first glance. Lucien shot forward again slashing his negation blade at Roulin, true he was no swordmaster but with his super speed and strength he didn't necessarily need to be. He wouldn't answer Roulin's statements this wasn't a game it was a battlefield and talking was the last thing that should happen on the battlefield. With each swing of Lucien's sword small amounts of liquid negation would drip from the blade landing on the ground, these small negation fragments however soon collected forming three other smaller blades which floated around Lucien attacking at Roulin as if Lucien now had the legs of a spider to control all of them at once, tact and precision, these were two things Lucien understood perfectly.
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Posted: Sun Apr 15, 2012 9:16 pm
Nik had tagged along with Anya, and by extension, the new heralds, as they made their way through the city. He did his part to help out, fighting and blocking shots for others where he could. He may not have been as strong as thee others, but every little bit of help counted. The appearance of Anya's obsessive father with a serious bone to pick took him by surprise, but before he could actually help her, he noticed something big and electrical moving through the clouds. He looked over at Cecilia and replied to her cliche, "As much as I hate to leave her behind, we may have bigger problems." Nik pointed to the clouds and continued, "It looks like Sparky is coming to meet us." Nik didn't know much about the heralds, despite being around one of them and being recruited by another one, but he did know who their enemies were; the herald of electromagnetism was one of them. He didn't see Rage, but he was certain she'd be showing up sooner or later, and he still wasn't quite sure why Sydney wanted him to kill her. He understood the logic, just not the reasoning behind her picking him. He didn't really have a choice anymore, if he didn't kill her, someone else would, and Sydney chose him. His thoughts were cut short as a bolt of electricity arced down and whizzed past his head; he heard a fizzle and a pop and the sound of the music on his headphones died on one side. Even if it wasn't on purpose, Timothy had just broken Nik's headphones; not a good thing to do.
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2012 3:21 am
((TFP---Raven----Bleeeh... emotion_eyebrow ))
A few miles away from the other Owls Raven stood, awaiting her time to fight. “They are taking longer than I initially thought. How boring…” She smiled thoughtfully as the ground around her trembled. “I suppose I overestimated them and their forces..” Her ice cold eyes turned towards the skies as she watched a large bolt of electricity that almost reminded her of a large snake like creature. It would seem that Tim was making a move to show himself. Her earlier talk with him had been….interesting…to say the least. But she wasn’t going to make that a habit. Tim was still just another thorn in her side…perhaps it didn’t seem like it right now but later down the line the thorn would ooze poison and slowly break down the Quaking Owl.
With a small smile on her face, Raven continued forth. She had no predetermined destination in mind. She simply felt that she should carry onwards further into town. Her mind was abuzz with various pressing matters, and even when a few people tried to block her pathway and brandished their weapons, those pressing matters continued to churn in her mind. It only ever took over wave of her hand to wipe away the scum that stood before her… The words she had exchanged with Timothy came back not long after the humans screams died away. Perhaps she had grown bored and tired of all this fighting….Perhaps she was really waiting to die. “If I am destined to die….” The rest of her words were drowned out by the large booming baseline of a shockwave that tore apart a building just up ahead where a few people had been hiding..
((Daryle Saxton))
From the rooftop Daryle had made his temporary ‘home’ the breezy man could see and watch all the chaos. His little fiery horse like creations continued to run around below and take out most if not all enemies that came his way. The blonde male narrowed his eyes when he noticed that the other young Heralds had yet to move on from. It appeared that a man had ‘blocked’ the way and attacked one of them. Anya. “Hmm….” Daryle smirked and rubbed the back of his head in amused thought. “Heh…I guess it is a personal affair. What a time to choose to share each other’s problems and fight..” His green eyes snapped upwards as lightning sparked and zapped through the clouds. “Ehehe…And the first big bad Herald appears…finally.”
Daryle whistled casually as he jumped from the rooftop and approached the small group. His horses of fire flanked either of his sides and stopped a few feet short of the others so as not to burn them or whatever. “I am sure Anya can handle this man…How about we help her by drawing little Timothy and friends away from this area~” Daryle nodded his head towards Anya and smiled “We will all meet up before this day is through. Now…If no one else has a problem with this….we should get moving”
The blonde breezy flame dancer Owl turned his attention towards the sky where the presence of Tim &co couldn’t be hidden. With a snap of his fingers he sent the two burning beasts upwards towards the clouds. “Good luck Anya…The stage is yours~” He laughed before turning away and taking off into the sky. He was pretty sure the others would understand and respect the fledgling Earth Herald’s wishes. Besides, they didn’t have time to all stand around and fight one man. No. Anya was more than capable of taking down one guy. They had been given their task and that was to draw out the remaining elder Heralds. So far…it seemed they were doing a good enough job.
((Serena))
“Who’s to say, me of course.” Serena said as she rose from her seat and grabbed the pot of coffee and poured Aeon some more out into a clean mug. “You don’t know him….He has suffered through so much and his faith it was already damaged long before I turned up” Serena smirked when Aeon went to speak her theory behind Serena’s lack of trust for others and her inability to build relationships. Ah, who would have thought that the Vanishing Owl would be having such a conversation with a stranger…A drunken stranger as well? “Hmm….Perhaps that is the reason or the reason is far simpler. I am a person who enjoys her own company. I do not need to comfort of others nor do I seek it out. Why trust others when there really is no need? Sure I have seen how easily others have fallen due to being careless when choosing the wrong group of friends…But that shouldn’t dictate my reasoning.”
Serena lent on an open hand and let out a small breath of air in a relaxed sigh “I am accustomed to how I do and see things in this life. Despite how I may seem I am happy with the place I am currently standing in” The white haired woman slapped a hand onto the side and sat up straighter on her stool “Now, enough of that….It is an annoying subject and I would rather it wasn’t dragged out” She reached for her own cup of coffee and took a small sip after blowing onto the hot liquid a few times. The Vanishing Owl was still feeling slightly uncomfortable with the whole ‘talking’ thing, but she didn’t actually mind it as much as she had always believed. So far, Aeon hadn’t made any motion to judge her. Well, it wouldn’t matter even if she did.
“Yeah…life.” Serena muttered while overlooking Aeon’s sincerity when she said congratulations. “It is still early days so I am still finding it all unreal. So there is really no need to bid me such words.” Serena drained her drink and pulled a face at the taste. “Ugh….probably shouldn’t have drunk that…” She smirked in annoyance, the smell of coffee had drawn her in but the taste she had received was tossing her through thorn bushes. “Yeah…I know. I could be a saint of motherhood even while I dance with demons..” Sliding her cup away from her Serena levelled her gazed with Aeon’s somewhat half focussed one “So…Feeling better? Or are you going to need Sebastian to see to the child tonight?”
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2012 12:06 pm
Roulin counted himself lucky when more of his attacks landed but he didn't lose sight over the miniature success. To evade more of the Life Owl's hailstorm of attacks, his opponent soon became mist to get around it all. He didn't vanish without giving his molten glass a way to drip downwards though. Roulin swayed to the side dodging the heated sand only to be burned by something else. The moonlight, bright and vigilant, revealed to the eyes of the Life Owl the strings Lucien had installed in the area while they fought. Reflexively, Roulin drew his arm forward cursing beneath his breath and started to go over more tactics in his head. He still had a strategy, but it would take work to carry out.
The Italian had aura coursing through him now as Lucien undoubtedly had as well. His eyes, wisteria in hue and all-seeing, gave him the power to see many things coming from far away. The slashing of his opponent's blade had him bending and contorting in many ways to dodge the corrosive liquid that dripped from it. When Roulin was a good distance away, or when he had the time to actually counter against the swipes, he placed up a box of Negation that caught the main blade just above his head. He went into his coat's pocket and brandished his revolver and took aim at Lucien's stomach. With a smile, he chose to shoot five concussive beams from his free hand in a pentagon shape at his old friend's torso. From the past, Roulin knew how people's minds would change when a gun was put in their sight and then pointed at them with intent. He didn't think for a second that Lucien would be as jarred as a normal human. He did hope that he'd hesitate just for a moment as a moment was a lifetime at this juncture.
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"You hate to leave her? She's a Herald just like some of us here. Johan's a fool for trying to fight her, so let him get beaten like one." The Herald of Light's eyes narrowed as he looked at everyone questioningly. Cecilia and Nik's concern he understood, but still it made him question just what they were thinking. Maybe it was just him and his readiness to do his job so that he could vanish and be a family man. "Seriously you two, the fireman up there has a point and if you think about it, so do I. Johan, if you want to get wrecked by your daughter, then be my guest. Now c'mon people! We've gotta--" The Herald's determined yet worried look became one of complete worry when Nik announced that Tim was on the scene. He was in fact just above them all staring down listening to them go on.
The Herald leader remained silent all the while the younger Heralds bickered over Anya staying to fight her father. Timothy smirked at it all, then shook his head wondering just how long they'd been standing here going on about it. His warning shot he took it upon himself to fire at Nik was just to get their attention. As he descended towards the cracked street that was littered with car parts and shredded, torn bodies, he said to them all, "You all have something you need to discuss? By all means, do go on." His bare feet touched the concrete, then began to carry him closer and closer to the band of children before him. His eyes ignited, then shined a power light blue hue. His hand and feet did the same, but not the rest of him. He wasn't going to become any stronger unless he was pushed passed the point of it. Glancing at them all once more, he smiled and folded his arms over his chest. Nodding, then closing his eyes, he said to them, "I'm ready when you all are, so take your time to figure this out."
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2012 12:47 pm
With each strike Lucien performed he questioned something, he knew Roulin was better than him at close quarters combat so why the delay in his counter attack? His question was answered as Roulin created a box with his Life Owl's gift which stopped Lucien's blade dead in its tracks. He looked down just as Roulin brandished the revolver, his eyes widened slightly as Roulin fired off his shots. The first one made contact in his stomach, in the time it took the second to reach his body Lucien was swiping his hands across his body, the second beam found it's mark to the right of the first, then just before the third could find it's mark it was deflected by an odd defense. In the time between the second and third beam's firing Lucien had conformed what looked like a square woven mesh of razor wire which blocked the second beam. Lucien leapt backwards as the fourth bullet rushed forward the weave of wire again blocked the fourth and fifth concussive beam.
Lucien had backed off now taking in deep breathes a small amount of blood dripped from the corner of his mouth, his Negation suit hat two gaping holes in it revealing bloodied skin underneath, concussive blasts were one of the only things his negation didn't work on he would need to remember this power of Roulin's for later. The weave of razor wires unwoven in a few seconds leaving dozens of floating razor wires around Lucien, these however were not the ones dripping in molten glass. He exhaled softly as the clouds in the sky began to stir with lightning and thunder. Rain began to fall in their immediate area, dousing the fires and covering the city in a light fog. Lucien was well aware of Roulin's impeccable sight, the eyes of Life that watched over everything. Lucien held out his hands as though they were on a piano. He closed his eyes for a brief moment thinking. If one were to look closely they would see that spread out infront of Lucien just below his fingertips was a series vertical razor wires in the exact position of piano keys. Roulin had his eyes which were unrivaled, Lucien had his mind which was unrivaled. Keeping his eyes closed he was going to allow his mind to flourish. His mouth moved finally as he spoke the name of the piece. "Revolutionary Etude." Instantly his fingers began to move in accordance to the song each finger he touched on the string produced a noise eerily similar to that of a grand piano, with each vibration of the wires that he touched his plan of action began to occur, he was playing a symphony of war it was for more than just a pretty display and song.
With each stroke of the wire it affected a series of others, razor wires both laced with the molten glass and plain soared throughout the area, with Lucien's advanced psychic powers he was controlling them each independently he was in a hundred different places at once each wire was an extension of his playing and therefore an extension of his attack. The wires raced towards Roulin from different angles, some rushing to ensnare him in their unforgiving might others to slash through building fragments which were then picked up by Lucien's telekinesis to be used as large projectile weapons.
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2012 5:57 pm
 Convulsing the stopping owl's mind wasn't strong enough to discern reality from being psychically manipulated. As the orbs were heading full force at both him and Demios, the orbs faded and Vincent fell to the ground.  The "young" Amara was fading from existence. She had lost too much energy to sustain her image. The real Amara gasped heavily as she inhaled a deep breathe, which felt like it was more of a difficult task than what it was. Evelynn made her way towards her daughter as she placed her hand on her forhead closing her eyes. She was performing a psionic surgery, replenishing Amara's mental energy and sedating her to her will once again.
As her energy replinished, Amara projected a more older personification that looked like her when she was in her mid teens. The "teen" psychic was much more reckless than the last, sending devastating psychic energy tumbling towards Demios and Vincent. Extending her arms, two katanas were formed out of psychic energy as she lept off of a building ready to strike the couple.  Aeon smiled at Serena, whether it was out of sincerity or the fact she was inebriated, no one could be sure. When she poured her some more coffee the projector inhaled the aroma of the coffee. "Thank you it smells great" she told the vanishing owl. Taking a sip of the warm liquid she continued to listen to Serena. "I can respect that. Everyone is different when it comes to how they view social interactions" she said a little more sober than she had been. "I think I'm feeling a little better...besides Sebastian has put him to sleep, so I should be okay" she said smiling a little.
Aeon looked off into the distance as she began to replay the episode of what had happened between her sister and her parents. "I may seem alll perky but..I do it because I feel I have to. Within the last two years, I've had the news broken to me that my whole life was a lie, became a drug addict, help raise my nephew and betrayed by my biological parents...." she trailed off. Why was she telling Serena this? "I'm sorry I'm sure you don't want to be dragged down with a sob story" she said with a light laugh taking another gulp of her coffee.
Elle couldn't compute what Erin was saying. She was going off of an override system of programming. As the telekinetic energy was launched at the machine, a clear like dome was made visible as it absorbed the energy. The machine that Elle was now assimiliated into, released six snake like arms with sparks at the end and needles on the others as they rushed towards Erin. "Eliminate all OWL threats...protect mankind" she managed to say before large telekinetic spikes were erected from under Erin.
The herald of mind walked forward as she looked at Timothy. Standing in front of the other fledgling heralds, her crimson hair waved in the wind. "Timothy you are a cancer to this world. Someone who has lost his way and worn out his welcome eons ago" she told him. Closing her eyes she began to speak again. "I may have been on the run for centuries but not anymore, I have nothing to fear. Your numbers are low and the tide of power has shifted out of your favor. Who's left...just you and Sydney...or that shell of her" she said.
"You face four heralds now....this won't end well for you" she told him. "Okay you guys, don't be intimidated by Timothy...we outnumber him with the right amount of teamwork he shouldn't be hard to get rid of" she projected to the other heralds. Deciding to make the first move, the herald of mind, shifted the ground below Timothy, charging him, encasing her body in psionic fire, kicking the herald in his chest and then in his mouth, her body moving swiftly and deadly with each blow. Timothy was no push over and this was no time to hold back in anything.
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2012 6:37 pm
Roulin lowered his hand to his side and clenched the handle of his fully loaded gun in the other. His coat along with his hair whipped violently in the winter breeze, flapping like long, folded wings of ebony. The metal of the gun's chamber and barrel twinkled in the moonlight as Roulin spun it about his index finger and caught it skillfully. When Lucien backed away, obviously affected by the Life Owl's previous attack, Roulin lifted his arm and took aim at the younger Owl's torso. He didn't resist the image of watching Lucien fall a few stories to the ground after having his chest filled with six fresh, hot bullets. He wasn't about to hesitate on taking the shot either. Eyes narrowed and finger twitching, he went to pull the trigger.
Before he could squeeze hard enough to rocket the bullet from the revolver, the gun was knocked away from his hand by...something. It wasn't the weather which had changed almost instantly due to Lucien's influence. There was no time to think anymore. The moonlight was glistening off of the strings that Lucien laced the area with again. They were all moving according to his finger movements. Looking at the genius Owl again, Roulin figured he shouldn't have let him whisper to himself...that damn chanting always lead to something either amazing for his teammates or deadly for his enemies. The Owl of Grey had to twist and turn to evade the strings that sliced at him from all directions. He had no time to survey one direction or anticipate another, so he began to teleport. When that failed, he simply became liquid and the strings passed through him leaving him unharmed.
The Italian admired the attack and would've clapped for the performance hadn't it been trying to mince him into remnants of himself. Roulin figured he could show his appreciation in another way. If Lucien was going for cheers, then that was just what he'd get. The bridge below that held other Owls who were watching the two major forces go at each other like two mythical rivals was torn to pieces in some areas causing a few of the onlookers to slip into the icy bay below. The others that were on the bridge simply screamed in terror. They all knew Roulin from various news sources, but none of them expected him to do this. The Owl of Grey didn't care about them though. Through the smirk on his all but shapeless face, they could see it. The boulders, lampposts and metallic spires were thrown at Lucien who still sat playing his symphony like a maestro. The metal moved faster thanks to a boost from Roulin magnetic abilities, but the boulders, which were heavier and bulkier moved as fast as Roulin could tug them.
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2012 6:53 pm
Demios let out a sigh of relief when the child form of Amara was defeated. He didn't really like the idea of fighting Amara, even if it wasn't the current Amara. It was then that Demios noticed a teenaged version of Amara appeared before the two of them. "Oh come on!" he groaned it appeared this fight was going to be more than a simple wham, bam, villain slam. He looked toward Vincent "Well it looks like this Amara is a lot more combat savvy than her younger counterpart" Demios said. He held his glaive into the air "Chronos father of time hear me!" He began. "Layer upon layer, time beyond time, give me your aid!" He continued as Amara came at them. He knew when it came to physical skill he didn't hold a candle to Amara, but he hoped he could out strategize her. "Magic of time and space, give me the gift of haste!" Demios finished as his body was covered in a glowing light. This spell was designed to double the targets speed which would at least allow him to outrun Amara. Once he was a short distance away he held his hand towards Amara "Spirits of darkness, carrion's of night, I call you forth, strike and take flight!" He chanted as a symbol formed in front of him and opened releasing several black birds formed of magical energy to strike at Amara and hopefully injure her. They also had a secret seal on them that would cause them to explode magical energy out upon contact should they actually strike Amara. Demios let out a breath and coughed as he finished the spell. When he looked down he noticed he was dizzy and tired, this meant he was putting too much energy into fighting Amara and he'd need to slow down on the magic use if he wanted to win against the psion.
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2012 7:09 pm
As the energy came hurling towards the teenager, he extended his palms freezing it in it's tracks. He then began to run. He would find out what was causing Amara to act the way she was. Climbing over wreckage the teenaged Owl took a seat. He hated to leave Demios alone but he was sure that he had more experience with Amara than he did...and could more than likely hold his own.
He opened his bag taking out a bottle of water as he drunk his liquid savior. Wiping his forehead of sweat, he continued on the path to find answers. He couldn't detect power like others that wasn't apart of his mutation, but he sure if anything stood out, he'd be able to notice it. As the black birds came rushing towards the teenage psion, she quickly ran extending her psychic katanas piercing each one, establishing a mental link with their creator he would feel the pain they experienced upon death. Demios was moving fast as she stood her ground. Closing her eyes, she focused on the pattern he was moving at as she mentally pushed herself a step ahead of him, thrusting one katana into Demios. It wouldn't physically hurt him but would slow his motor skills as well as induce mental pain.
Raising her leg upwards she attempted to strike Demios with a kick and kick off of him, releasing several telekinetic pulses towards the mystic owl. A light smirk appeared on her face as she began to focus her energy on something else. Her eyes widened as the vains around them began to pertrude as she used an ability Jeannie had used on her earlier, the penance stare, allowing Demios to feel all the pain of every person he began to kill. The psychic landing on her feet stared at him. She had to recharge...the only downside this left her in a vulnerable state. If Demios could push through this would be the perfect time to strike her.
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