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 Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2012 10:24 pm
Demios was careful to keep close to Amara as well as use his current form to draw energy from around them to replenish some of his energy before their fight with Amara's mother. As they neared Amara's parents Demios noticed something hit Amara's foot and was shocked to see it was Vincent. He knelt next to the head and held his hand to it feeling a dark energy. He assumed it was whatever had led to his death. He felt tears roll down his face and then drop onto the deceased owls face giving a light glow from the mana this form radiated. He shook his head as he looked up to Amara as she lost her temper and destroyed the building her parents were in. He looked back down at Vincent and closed the heads eyes "Rest peacefully young hero, may your death not be in vain" He said quietly.
It was then that Evelynn appeared before he and Amara. He stood and glared at her "Vile harlot, don't speak of people as if you had a soul" He said. He was about ready to attack the psion when she used some trick on them. He cursed silently for falling for another distraction while a psion probed his mind. He turned towards Amara "I have a bad feeling" He said. It was then that what appeared to be copies of both Amara and himself appeared. Demios readied himself for combat when the dark version of himself smirked "Well why don't we level our playing field" He said. He made a few gestures and formed a symbol "Power Seal: Forbidden Magic" he chanted as the seal rushed at Demios. It wrapped around him and began shrinking until his forbidden magic was dispelled returning Demios to normal. Demios stumbled and fell to his knees as he realized he had been returned to his normal form. He managed to stand and look at Amara "This isn't good, he deactivated one of my most powerful magics" He said. He looked at his dark double and frowned. The double simply smirked and created a sword out of magic "Lets play" He said.
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Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2012 11:01 pm
 Amara looked forward at her mother squinting her eyes. When the darker versions of themselves appeared in front of them, Amara was shocked. They looked identical to both Demios and Amara. The Dark Demios had casted a spell to return Demios back to normal. "Demi...you have to think before you react" she told him. "She had to use a past experience or memory to make these things tangible...I'm assuming they're stronger than both you and I" she told the mystic owl.
The Dark Amara looked at Amara and Demios as she formed two highly concentrated spheres of black psychic energy in her palms as they were released into the air. "Demi be on the look out...it's best that I take on your double and you mine" she said to him. The energy balls however remained still, not moving a bit. Amara then rushed towards Dark Demi taking her blades out as she began to swipe and kick at the dark mystic owl, wrapping her legs around him, she began to try and strangle the double.
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Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2012 3:30 pm
Timothy's expression twitched ever so slightly when Victoria presented herself among the group of younger Heralds. He was surprised that she presented herself at all knowing that it was she that Timothy wanted to kill the most. This added a new element of thrill to the fight that cause the Herald of lightning to grin over. As she walked forward and spoke, he replied with a nod then unbuttoned his double-breasted coat that he wore close for the climate. It hadn't dawned upon her that her position wasn't that of a 'real' Herald. To the white haired man, that only made her a bigger fly that he needed to swat immediately.
She went on the offensive causing Tim to only tilt his head in expectation. Her two attack were evaded with only a backstep and backwards lean. He figured she'd attack in that way because his element wasn't coating him. The psychic fire did bring him some pain, but it wasn't anything that the weather hadn't already exposed him to on the physical front. Before he could counter with something he knew would roast her, she was already defending against something else and the Herald himself was evading another nearly unnoticed attack.
Rage, his only partner her, was already on her task and so was Nik, one of Victoria's partners in this fight. He placed his own attack in after Victoria's and it caused Tim to rebound once more putting him too far to counter the Herald of Mind. The white haired elder was taken aback by the sync of the shadow clone and the female Herald. His smirk never left though, so in his mind, this was just a test for him. Through the smoke given off by the blast that arose from Victoria and Rage's elements colliding, the glaring Herald ran towards Cecilia, the murderer of Adam. As he moved towards her, he shot off a few bolts of lightning that cracked deafeningly as the left his knuckles.
"Oh no you don't..." Moli was already on the defending end for the azure Herald. He deflected some of Timothy's attacks with a few well placed shots, but not all of them. Even more were taken down by some fancy swordwork, but one in the end managed to slip past the now shining armored young Herald. Cecilia would have to deal with that one on her own. Moli had faith in her and left the attack to her discretion. Focusing on the elder duo now, he aimed and shot about three beams of light at Timothy and two at the puddle of darkness that was possessed Herald Rage.
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"..." The Owl of Life wasn't surprised by the defense that Lucien created in order to stave off his attacks as if they were just pebbles. Pebbles made of weak sand that was tossed into a blender of sorts. Once again, the Owl wasn't surprised at all, but he did find the usage of the strings Lucien were manipulating to be useful. Clever even when compared how Roulin would use his boxes to create openings in his opponents attacks and terrorize them afterwards. It was also interesting to see that he was using the concept of a piano to manipulate all of these little advanced tactics of his. Roulin hadn't suspected that for a minute Lucien had forgotten his powers at all thanks to him now being a family man. It hadn't subtracted from the Owl of Grey's personal drive to erase him either. Now that he'd spent the moment hovering in the air watching as all the pieces of his attack fall to the ground below while silently congratulating his opponent for a well played or rather orchestrated defense, Roulin figured he could request an encore with an offense he hadn't attempted before.
The Italian already knew that he couldn't count on his hands how many powers he now possessed. The number wasn't staggering and he was sure he had less than fifteen. If not, there were abilities within him he'd taken but never used. They'd be seeing the light of day if these abilities were elemental. If Lucien was going to defend with the composure and patience of a piano playing Tibetan monk, then Roulin decided that he would attack ferociously like mountain lion in control of most of the elements that made up the world. Rather than go into Life Owl form to waste energy, the young sponge of powers opted for a route that would save him power in the long run.
His wrist ignited and flared angrily in a hue that was a soft and calm as his eyes. His hands hardened and creaked as he flexed them. The end result of them lightening and contracting slightly was the form of pure, concussive energy. His forearms that connected his torso were all but invisible. The compressed air was barely visible and would've been completely unnoticeable hadn't it been for the distortion it created. His upper body, save for a part of his abdomen which was sectioned off diagonally, billowed darkly in the wind like a black fire spreading it's coals in a breeze. His lower abdomen down to the soles of his were now swishing and swaying like the river beneath them. The metallic liquid they became were a dull silvery hue much like mercury. Lastly his face took on the same element as his upper torso did, but his eyes and the nerves surrounding them were as white as the snow that covered the ground beneath them. The lavender hues of his pupils were still visible and were accentuated by the bulging, throbbing nerves that resided on the outer sides of them. His long hair sat atop his shoulders shining brightly as if it were made of moonlight. The transformation was complete and Roulin was ready to begin his relentless assault using a form he'd only dreamed of trying out in the past. The elemental man smirked and maliciously, his eyes narrowed...
His first motion was a thrashing uppercut that commanded the water of the river to arise violently in a splash with enough pressure to dent even the strongest layered metal. The following maneuver was a basic one, that hid it's power within Roulin's forward motion. The Owl simply took off for Lucien as the water arose violently bringing with it the onlookers that had fallen in. Within the veil of this motion was him calling up metallic pipes, cars and even the pocket change and jewelry that the people below wore. Thanks to his wide view and his metallic mastery, Roulin could draw up metal from quite a distance. The Life Owl passed through the weaves almost effortlessly. Thanks to the malleability of his elements, he could slip through the pores as if he were phasing. Allowing the water to curve behind his target, then expand like a net, the elemental threw his hand forward and shot a shockwave infused with many different elements at his opponent. It were these shockwaves that he used to take down Raven. They were far from perfected, but even like this, their wild power would be enough to damage the man if it connected. Along with this, if the metal that was draining into the area could clench him, he'd probably be crushed by the pressure and the weight before being dropped into the river.
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Thomas had indulged in possibly three cigarettes in the past hour and a half he'd walked throughout the winding UNS base just outside of Washington. It was quiet just as he liked it. The only thing not satisfying was the lack of death that was in the air. He chose not to act on the desire to smell that sharp smell of it and bask in the scent. The smell of the healthy fumes that he blew from his lips was enough to satisfy him. Around him sat other half and full Owls who awaited the siren to move. The Wind Herald smirked seeing that even Owls wanted to kill their own kind to protect this concept of peace they all had. Thomas knew better, but heading this job provided him with his fill of killing. The psychopath...he was already used to seeing the glowing cheeks and shining eyes of every solider before they were sent out to die.
Acelyn wasn't far from him. She was his secretary after all so she was usually in his vicinity. The Herald removed his hat from his head and began to toy with the tag that was within it's inner hemming. It was made in Texas just as his smokes were. Grinning to himself, he lit a cigarette and rolled it over to Acelyn, the young woman he'd taken shopping not too long ago and said, "Take a load off little lady. Might be a war goin' on, but I doubt it'll get hectic here anyti--" The elder spoke to soon for in mere seconds, the base was under attack from the outside.
The south wall crumbled revealing an assortment of Exirians that were trying to push through towards Washington to help the cause. The cigarette that Thomas was puffing was lost in the blast and was crushed by debris. Of course his only means of calming down was taken away. "Bastards...men get movin'! We got foxes in the snow outside!" The tall old man stood up and started walking out through the gaping hole in his building. Looking over his shoulder, he stopped and wasted no time speaking to the girl he'd just given his second to last cigarette to. "You can either stay, or you can hold down the frontlines with us. Your call Ms."
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Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2012 4:13 pm
Rolling her eyes, Victoria decided it was no longer a time to half step and that this would be taken serious, and the fact that Timothy had been hunting her like some sort of game had left her quite ticked. Rage provided Victoria with what she needed, feeding off her emotion alone, Victoria was able to make a psychic construct of staff from the emotion of rage. With a hit, it would induce great pain and spread rage into her target, making him stronger but less rational when it came to a fight.
Telekinetically lifting several large boulders, she hurled them towards Timothy, coating them with a burning red psychic energy so he couldn't simply shatter them with his electricity, he was use to use his element, he'd be in for a surprise. Telekinetically teleporting herself, Victoria began to wield her staff at a quicker speed than what she was moving at earlier, with a combination of kicks and attempted body blows with the staff, she was releasing a blitzkrieg one woman assault on him. If nobody else respected the fact she had a few thousand years under her belt then to hell with them, she would not feel guilty if one was severely wounded or killed because they chose to ride their high horses.
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Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2012 5:12 pm
The blond haired woman was sitting down, looking through paper work as usual for this ridiculous massacre. Other than the few things in her mind about getting it all done and also the fact that soon enough she would be fighting. Acelyn stared at the white paper, the black letting blurring out from staring at it for so long. Just as she closed her eyes, Thomas began to talk to her. Opening her eyes slowly to see a cigarette in front of her paper, she took it into her hand and looked at it, not being one to smoke. Just as she looked at Thomas the mighty blast blew back the table she was working on, sending the papers she had spent hours getting down flying into the air in a fountain of paperwork. The girl stood, staring at the papers as they floated down around her and sighed heavily. She perked up as the old man talked to her, walking over the rubble to be at his side. "I have nothing to do here besides pick up paperwork. Rather go have some fun." As the girl talked she opened Thomas hand, putting his second to last cigarette in his palm. "I don't smoke." Smiling, the little girl walked out of the hole in the wall and was immediately ambushed by two random Exirians. Pushing them back to the ground, Acelyn was already in the game.
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Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2012 5:29 pm
After exiting the building, Thomas could see that the entire area was crawling with these Exirian insurgents. The wave of them was expansive, vast and didn't seem to have an end to them. Acelyn had knocked down two of them and Thomas swiftly slid an almost invisible, thin blade of wind across their throats. Two were dead, but that still left a pretty large army to contend with. These guys weren't going anywhere. Little did they know, snipers lined the areas and so did American soldiers both powered and powerless. The Wind Herald was already snapping bullets from his gun into the heads of oncoming Owls. He was efficient thanks to his skill with his revolver. Looking over to Acelyn, he said over the loud war cries of the onslaught of Exirians, "Alright. Time for mass control...Acelyn, come with me. Our army will hold'em off long enough for us to cut them off ahead." As much as it pained the elder killer to do this, he had to carry out his plan before anything happened to either him or the point he needed to get to before the Exirians did. His gun was holstered and he turned to the army behind him. He passed through them as he walked against the sea of armored men and women to the other side of the building. He looked over his shoulder once to make sure that Acelyn was close by. If not, she'd be left to fight with soldiers that just flooded the area.
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Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2012 5:59 pm
Acelyn watched as the many Owl like rodents crawled around, going against the U.N.S. army like they had a chance. She walked with Thomas, watching as many of those who were rioting to come at them. As they ran towards Acelyn and Thomas, the lady grew a long, whip like metal that extended from her open palm. The three Owls came close, soon screaming in pain and falling to the floor. The blond had, without moving, used the whip to slice all three of their heels, cutting the tendon so that they could run and move no more. Her job was to stay safe, but to make sure none got close to Thomas as well, making sure their crowd control mission some how succeeded without worry. "I wasn't expecting for this to happen, at least not this early of being here. This place has become a mad house, a ground zero for these idiots."
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Posted: Thu Apr 19, 2012 3:35 am
The shadow like geyser, which had been created by a hidden Sydney/Rage was staived off by a shadow-like platform created by their own resident umbrakinetic, Nik. This was now his chance to prove himself against the Herald of Darkness. Cecilia would not interfere unless there was no other fallible choice. Victoria was doing her part in attacking Timothy, but it seemed her attacks had little to no affect on the strongest Herald and perhaps one of the strongest Owls in the world.
Still...admiring the white haired electromagnetic Herald was not on her schedule at the moment it seemed as Timothy moved towards the Gravity Herald clearly bent on revenge for her killing Adam in Italy. A few azure bolts of lightning left his knuckles and headed straight for the fledgling Herald. The majority of them were deflected by Moli who had jumped in front of her to defend her. She would have to thank him properly later. Perhaps a pair of pants to go with the hoodie that she made him, which he now wore. But the time to dwell on such a thing was not here as one of the attacks made it past Moli's defenses and headed straight for her. A gravity pocket erected in front of her absorbing the attack before it managed to touch her skin.
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Posted: Thu Apr 19, 2012 9:23 am
As the melody of Moonlight Sonata continued to fill the war sworn area Lucien would not be conflicted with distractions. Though he could feel the shifting torrent of Roulin's body he finally opened his eyes. Looking at what Roulin had become Lucien thought to himself, at least Roulin was sticking true to his Owl designation. Slowly Lucien drew his song to it's closing, with the last strum of his fingers the song was concluded. The strings of razor wire coiled around him in one giant spiral of glistening black cords. Roulin's new form was rather impressive a successful body transference with not one but several elements at the same time, Roulin must have made excellent progress sense their last meeting. It would seem that Roulin's striking visual appearance was the counter to Lucien's auditory one.
As Roulin began his assault he started off with a water attack that took half of the river and most of the bodies inside of it with him. If Roulin was going to take full advantage of his life owl powers, then Lucien would have to do the same. Slowly Lucien's hand dripped with negation soon it formed a pool of black fluid around his body just waiting for the opportune moment. As the watery uppercut rose close the negation sprung colliding with the water in a diagonal shaped panel which did not stop the water merely redirected it, as for the organic matter that came in contact with his negation plate they simply corroded away into nothing before their very eyes. Water was something Lucien wasn't afraid of, he understood it perfectly. Before Lucien could fully redirect the water a small sharp feeling was felt along his arm. Looking down he saw that it was a steak knife which had flew past his arm cutting him slightly. Looking up he saw the glistening storm of metal as it hurled towards him, ranging from cars to change Roulin was surely one impressive metal manipulator. Before he had the proper time to react a car collided with his body knocking him back. Lucien tumbled to the ground, looking up he shifted his body narrowly dodging a street light which impaled the ground where his chest had just been. Lucien Suddenly crouched down in a bent knee stance as a pyramid shaped dome of crystal shot from the ground around him. The crystal at first was colorless and the image of Lucien could still be seen inside. However something black soon filled the crystal barrier clouding Lucien from the sight of the outer world.
As the metal objects bombarded the barrier they slowly began to chip away at the hard crystal, as a crack was made form a rocketing telephone pole negation slowly dripped to the ground, as the barrage persisted more cracks and damage was sustained on the crystal pyramid until there were several places where negation flowed onto the ground. Finally the shock waves, sent charged with a variety of elements they collided with the crystal pyramid and soon it shattered wide open, fragments of crystal lay on the ground surrounded by negation the base of the pyramid could be seen in it there was a negation covered object that resembled human shape laying sprawled on the ground.
Ah but the cleverness did not cease. For this charade was not really Lucien, merely a negation shell of Lucien to act as a temporary stand in. When Lucien hid himself from sight with his void like negation he subliminated into mist, then he played the waiting game until Roulin's attacks began cracking his bastion, as they did he simply sifted his mist out through the holes with the negation. His body reformed in the sky surrounded by his black clouds thanks to his weather manipulation, lightning crackled behind him as he went on the offensive. From the clouds lightning hurdled towards the ground striking seemingly at random for a few moments until two individual bolts of lighting traversed the sky and down towards Roulin. Lucien all the while raised his hand, calling up the crystal fragments of his once barrier. They swirled around him in a brilliant crystalline storm. Snapping his fingers they rushed towards roulin from the sides as opposed to above like the lightning. Lucien guessed that he couldn't strictly harm roulin in this form but that didn't mean he couldn't chip away at his defenses.
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Posted: Thu Apr 19, 2012 4:12 pm
((TFP---Raven))
Raven was getting closer and closer to the capital. In fact she judged that if she kept up her current pace she would reach the city in less than 25 minutes. Of course she wasn’t taking into account the various obstacles…if that’s what you could call humans and weak arse Owls that opposed her. The blonde French woman could almost be considered untouchable by those who looked on helplessly as she tore down and wiped away anything in her path. Her face was mute to all expressions and as usual she was showing no sign of remorse or regret for those she took out. It was merely a case of the victims being in the wrong place at the wrong time…
The weather hadn’t changed but the snow fall had lessened. The cobbled street paths in this area were not covered by as much snow as earlier pathways had been so it made walking a lot easier. The French woman was keeping her thoughts in check and only concentrated on reaching the capital as soon as possible. She was certain that hidden behind the veil of white flakes ahead there was scum hiding. Either way she will deal with them in the same way she had dealt with hundreds of others…Today she was going to hit another milestone on her long journey in creating a perfect world.
((Serena))
“Hmm….Either way I will inform Sebastian to keep an ear open in case the child wakes and you are…sleeping.” The Vanishing Owl rubbed the bridge of her nose and shook her head gently when Aeon began admitting a few things about herself and her past experiences. Why did people enjoy sharing their personal problems and thoughts with Serena? She was probably the worst person anyone should consult and confide in. Hadn’t she already told Aeon that she was no good with people? That she enjoyed messing with them? Still, there was nothing to be gained out of this situation.
“Sounds like you have had it tough over the last few years. I can’t give you advice for things that I have never experienced… But, you have listened to me for a while so I will repay you and listen to whatever it is you wish to say.” The white haired woman sat up and played with her empty cup in her hands. She smiled, kindly “So by all means, tell me your tale. I may not seem it but I am a good listener.”A good listener who just so happened to have some free time on her hands and nothing better to do. She poured out another cup of coffee for the young female, happy that it seemed to be helping the girl to sober up. Serena often linked being drunk with sick…and she really wouldn’t be able to handle any throwing up from Aeon. The thought alone almost saw her gagging.
((Will post Daryle later))
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Posted: Thu Apr 19, 2012 7:18 pm
Erin allowed herself a very brief tiny smile when her sister's barrier shattered. But her happy moment didn't last very long, because Elle had begun a new assault. A rain of bullets showered down upon her, a few giving glancing blows. But Erin fortunately put up another barrier to keep the bullets out. This caused them to ricochet off and strike various clones of her and her sister and even some Fallen Pheonix soldiers. But Erin was mostly concerned with getting Elle to cease attacking everyone without discrimination. Keeping her bulletproof barrier up, Erin managed to hold off Elle's next energy beam attack. She felt the force of it strike her barrier and Erin winced from the force of it. But she kept her focus and held her ground. Maybe she could turn the energy beam back towards her sister to knock her off course or even unconscious. She just had to pray that it wouldn't kill Elle. Forming the barrier into a giant bowl sent the energy beam straight back towards Elle.
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Once Will was gone and on his way to helping the new Heralds, Kate fell silent. She hadn't been consciously insulting the Satan Owl anyway. It was just something she did automatically after spending so much time traveling with Che. They were getting closer to DC now, and Kate could see the flames and hear the sounds of battle already. She knew Thomas was there, and so was Raven. She didn't have to tell Che that as he most definitely knew that was where Thomas was, otherwise they wouldn't be headed for DC right now. She didn't have to tell Che that as he most definitely knew that was where Thomas was, otherwise they wouldn't be headed for DC right now. And then suddenly they were where they had wanted to be after the past few months: Washington DC. It was quiet here. It appeared that they had evacuated most of the human population to keep the death toll low. Kate turned her head to face the direction in which she knew the UNS building and Thomas were located. Che obviously didn't need directions because he had been the previous head of the UNS before Thomas. "Thomas will be closely guarded. His greatest fear is death. How odd for the man once known as the Owl of Death..."
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Anya had thought that she was going to die at the end of her father's sword just then. Even though she struggled to get free of his foot keeping her pinned to the ground, she wasn't strong enough. With her hands squashed between her chest and the ground, she couldn't do much in the way of using her powers at the moment. She shut her eyes, waiting and dreading the next few seconds into the end of her life. But that was not to be. Suddenly, the weight of her father's foot was lifted from her back. Anya's eyes widened in surprise and she didn't react very quickly at first because she hadn't expected someone to come and help her. Let alone the person to whom the voice belonged: everyone's 'favorite' annoying Satan Owl.
Anya forced herself to her knees and turned to watch as Will held her father captive by the throat. "Dammit, Will! What the ******** do you think you're doing?!" This was Anya's immediate reaction of course. The Poison Owl staggered to her feet and faced both Will and her father. "If you kill him, I won't be able to--!?" And then her father retaliated...
When his sword blade suddenly vaporized, Johan's eyes widened ever so slightly in surprise. He knew about Anya's powers, but he didn't think she could do anything like vaporize metal. He would have thought along the lines of an acid, but his blade hadn't melted, it was vaporized. His expression turning serious and looking ready to fight a person who dared to interfere, Johan looked around himself and Anya to check the surroundings. And that was when a person dove out of the sky in front of him and forced a hand around Johan's neck. This of course, pretty much cut off most of Johan's oxygen supply, and he let out a strangled choking noise as William DeScythe dragged him back away from Anya. He scowled, much in a similar manner to Anya but not as harshly. He knew about Will and had caught a glimpse of him once or twice. "Don't interfere!" Johan shouted past the hand that was clamped onto his throat. The UNS man thrust his hands forward, pointing the palms directly towards Will's chest and sent a blast of energy out from himself due to his absorbing ability. It should be enough force to shatter some bones and knock the wind out of the Satan Owl's lungs. This should force Will to let go of his throat hopefully.
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Even though her first attack on Victoria was useless, Rage didn't really care. After all, Timothy could more than enough handle his own. Besides, Tim had expressed countless times that he wished to be the one to kill the one who was pompous enough to think she was a Herald. Instead, Rage focused her attacks on the fledgling Heralds. It only was a minor setback in her mind when one of them, the umbrakinetic Nikolai Krane, plugged up the shadow geyser she had set up. He could be a potential problem but he was a small fry to her, not worth her time. All she had to do was increase the pressure that the geyser created and the plate would be thrown off. And that is what she did. The pressure of the geyser increased which would put strain on Nik's attempt to defend himself and his friends from her wrath. On top of that, without coming out of hiding, Rage created ten different shadow creatures each looked like a different hideous monster. Two went after Moli, two for Cecilia, two for Nikolai, two for Daryle, and two for Anderson.
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Posted: Thu Apr 19, 2012 8:00 pm
Demios turned to Amara as she gave him a warning, and it worried him. He wasn't sure how they could handle facing themselves. Not to mention he was getting pretty sick of psionic tricks. "Amara, once this is over I never want to face another psion again!" He said. He turned towards Amara's dark double and held his hands up. He looked at the dark psychic balls and wondered what their purpose was. He made a few gestures before aiming his hands at the Dark Amara "Earth, air, fire, and water guardian elements rise and strike" He said. Suddenly four spheres appeared around Demios each holding one of four base magical elements. He planned to use them to help him face Amara without requiring a large amount of spells. He then held a hand up "Fire, element of mars!" he yelled. Suddenly the sphere of fire floated above him "Fire soul!" He shouted as a large flash of fire launched from the sphere and rushed at Amara's double. He then used his other hand "Earth, gift of Gaia" he started as the sphere of earth appeared before that hand "Nature power!" He finished as the earth began to shake as vines sprouted trying to wrap up Amara's double.
Meanwhile dark Demios faced the real Amara and he was quick to assume the defensive. As she swiped and kicked at him he ducked and sideswiped dodging several lethal blows and obtaining a few cuts. He smirked at her as he wiped some of the blood from a cut and drew a symbol in the air. "Foolish girl, you bore me" He said as he whispered something before creating a gust of wind to stall Amara. Suddenly the symbol glowed and he smirked "Blood Magic: Blood Barrage" He said darkly. Suddenly blades made of blood began to launch from the symbol and fly towards Amara.
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Posted: Thu Apr 19, 2012 8:06 pm
((Will))
Anya's reaction was completely expected, and Will didn't even bother answering her. She did have the habit to be blind to what Will was doing whenever he showed. Her gut reaction to Will was something along the lines of "nothing about Will is good...harbinger of bad luck" or something negative like that. "Feeling more menacing now?" the devil asked with a smirk as he looked at Johan as the man screamed at him not to interfere, not that Will cared what he said. The rhetorical question was actually directed toward Anya. "Won't be able to what? First, stand u----"
At that moment, Johan thrust forward and launched a torrent of energy at the Satan Owl. Luckily for Johan, Will didn't keep the grip on Johan's neck...otherwise Johan's head could have very well been twisted due to the force he sent at Will with the energy. The blonde elder was sent flying back a few steps and nearly fell over Anya. At least, she was standing by this point.
Yet instead of answering Anya's question or submitting to Johan's demand that he not interfere, the blonde Owl simply laughed as he stood up, seemingly perfectly fine. In another moment, he had once again paced himself between Johan and Anya. Will let out a sigh and then another laugh. He hadn't actually gotten out of that blast unharmed. Something had cracked, but while it would stop a lot of people, the injury was nothing to the man who had nearly a limitless pain tolerance. "Don't interfere, eh?" Will said as he leveled his eyes at Johan. "You've had plenty of time to kill your daughter. Too bad, your time is up. Anya, any last words?" He smirked again. Certainly, the Satan owl was NOT looking for sympathy or trying to completely calm Anya with his next words. "I'll save you the pain and execute your father this time...no more family to kill then, right Anya dear?" It was... a reference to Owen, and Will knew how Anya felt about Owen.
Meanwhile, a slimmer of black lightning coursed through Will's hands. The devil's tactics wouldn't use too much of his abilities here because he knew Johan's ability. Even if Johan could absorb Will's lightning attacks, they would be harder to absorb. But Will wasn't going for that....Johan would not have the quickest death available. ---
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Posted: Fri Apr 20, 2012 12:38 am
 Ҝѻjῐrѻ Ίʐɑѻyѻῐ═━┈...The Border of Dreams┈━═The Fallen Phoenix 【╳】 xxxxxxxxxxxx㊌ The Frozen Owl....㊌ ╔═══════
Kojiro stared at a raging flame with intent, a lance was floating above it, it was melting quickly, however it flashed, and reformed, but once again it began to melt, but it flashed twice and it repaired again, Kojiro was more focused than ever, and then it flashed again...but it no longer melted against the open flame, Kojiro was exhausted, but he did his best to hold the lance, in a matter of seconds it shattered, fragments flew around like shrapnel, some landing into the flame, but it still didn't melt. Kojiro quickly plucked the fragment from the fire and stared at it....he had created permafrost, Kojiro held it carefully, it was extremely cold to the touch and it exhausted him to create even one weapon from it, but he knew it would be useful. Kojiro stared at the jewel like substance,"....Its beautiful...this was not meant to be a weapon...it could very well rest easy knowing it does not rest at the tip of a spear..." Kojiro muttered. Rikka slowly padded forward and stared at it, it held a light glow, and it shined in Rikka's eyes, it was something unusual to even her. Kojiro felt it was still moist, it melted...so slow it almost merely like it was just condensing water, Kojiro covered it in a layer of material, and then strung it on a string.
"....Amidst the war and gunfire...the hellish chaos and sadness...please...I wish you would abandon this war...this killing and hopeless slaughter is with no point...But if you so refuse....I will stand by you...Because you don't deserve to be alone...nobody does...It hurt me to see so much lost...and being alone is one thing I truly fear...being...abandoned...I don't know if it hurts you Raven....but to be a leader you could not show it....If there is one thing I can do...I can repay what you have done for me...What people see is what you want them to believe...I don't care...I still just see the Raven that took me in....and that is who I will protect..."
"...Merry Christmas Raven..."
Kojiro had almost finished the box as Rikka held the bow, when he saw the television announcement, and the footage appeared on the screen. He remained dead silent,"...No..." he whispered. He knew what was happening, and he would not sit by hopelessly in the sidelines....
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....The soft thudding of the Train's tracks slamming against the wheels were all that could be heard from the inside of the car, Kojiro held Rikka tightly in his coat, and he wore a long fedora as it veiled his face, Kojiro held a crumpled piece of paper in his hands as tears stained it, a wound had been reopened again, it was a flurry of confusion. But he was not letting his powers expose him, all that occurred was a chill that swept the trolley. Kojiro held the paper tightly,"...Nothing makes sense...what goals do humans wish to achieve...what purpose do Heralds Serve to this world...why me?!....What is my path?!...This world becomes colder and colder as humans rear their true intentions...overshadowed by the innocent that seen refuge....Owls kill each other in cowardice as their powers go to waste in this war....Heralds keep balance?....Is that my Destiny?...predetermined by this simple piece of Jewelry?..." Kojiro fumbled with it under his tattered shirt. The necklace of replaced the damaged string that held his pendant. Kojiro was in a trolley full of people that knew nothing of the world that this was warping into. Kojiro was flung from the life of a child into the world or war and sorrow, his life was never meant to be peaceful, he chased the illusion of happiness and was only met with the terrors of death...the pestilence of betrayal, and the haze of violence. Happiness would always evade him, Kojiro's tears stopped flowing, sorrow was what he truly embodied...his azure eyes simply stared at the paper,"...I forgive you Serena....It was never your fault....I should have never been so weak to trust you...You are just another person caught in this meaningless war...you did what you had to....I allowed myself to fall for your kindness....this world was never to give me that...I will never give this world a chance to hurt me again...I will fight for my own right....I will fight for what I can still believe in..." A man stepped towards Kojiro, and silently removed the fedora,"...The ice user from the fallen phoenix..." he muttered in a deep voice. Kojiro said nothing, he simply closed his phone....
. "...And I will never expect the world to forgive me for my actions..."
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Kojiro stood above a dead civilian, his gun was not even drawn, however it was loaded and ready to fire...but remained ready as it lie in a pool of blood,"...This world fights meaningless battles...like lambs to the slaughter...they draw themselves to some childish illusion of justice...only to die achieving nothing...." He looked at the awestruck people in the car, some in fear, some in disgust, Kojiro no longer felt anything, "...Another will rise to achieve the same goal...a legacy of sorts..." Kojiro looked next to him to see another getting up to fire their weapon at Kojiro, with almost no hesitation he sent a shard of ice straight to his head, killing him instantly,"....Believing that what one that acted before him was influential enough to create an impact..." The civilian on the ground began reaching for the loaded gun...he was not dead, Kojiro looked down at the struggling human, he quickly placed a foot over his hand and crushed his fingers,"....Those who have the strength to preserver press on to their goals and 'fight' for what their believe in....even though the odds are against them...this is commendable....but futile...only to be stopped by another force as strong..." Kojiro created another brick of ice and crushed the man's head,
"...Or stronger"
Kojiro stared numbly at the corpse under his feet, and nobody made another move,"...This force is able to overtake the commendable strength...and without understanding their purpose...this force is foolishly labeled....'evil'...."
Kojiro turned heel and began walking towards the front of the Train, his foot steps were now the only thing accompanying the movement of the train,"...The motives of this 'evil force' are now taboo...and those that cower or follow this force for refuge are evil as well...regardless of their motives...their fear or goals that merge with this 'evil force' and are labeled accordingly..." Kojiro stopped in midstep, "...But...this brings me to ponder about the other side of this conflict...." Kojiro turned to see the people in the cart getting up, women, elderly, children, men all alike,"...Without questioning the motives of the commendable...shall i say...'good force'....others follow its invisible influence..." Kojiro looked at the car with a sad stare. "...To meet the same inevitable fate..." Rikka jumped out of Kojiro's pocket as a flurry of blades floated in front of him, primed towards the crowd. Kojiro simply stared as he waited for a response,"...I say inevitable...not because they will ultimately overpowered...dying is not their only fate..." One man rushed him a shard of ice struck him down,"...Knowing full well they cannot overcome the 'evil force'...they throw their lives away in an attempt to make an impact...this causes another to 'righteously' fight for them.....beings willing to die for what they believe in are known as martyrs...they will not let go of these views and perish because of them..." another woman rushed him and she was struck down just as quickly. Kojiro stared on to see the group so cautious to attack. Kojiro stood still like a statue, a frozen...sad statue. Kojiro's shards floated lazily, "....Martyrs are fools...they leave behind a vague example to follow....and others follow their actions...including death..." Kojiro watched as a Husband and wife attacked him, a spinning blade sped past them and ended their lives quickly, decapitating them,"....This 'good' intention is now being followed...people preach to act accordingly...the dead cannot come back and spare them the trouble of telling them the error of their ways...instead...these fallen heroes now attack the 'evil force' until..." Kojiro felt the pressure of several men as they tackled him to the ground, "....a force arises to quell the 'evil'"the ice simply remain floating, and just as quickly an OWL got up and skewered one of the attackers on Kojiro with a piece of metal, "....but if it is one moment...or fifty years...someone will act in the name of the 'evil force'....to gain their own selfish idea of happiness...or peace...a vision that had been molded by those they had been watching...instead of creating their own path...they follow another...." The Owl began attacking several people,"...Power to the Owls!" he roared, skewering even more civilians with metal. Kojiro watched as this new ally cut down every one that stood up, and then he charged into the other car, there was a scream and in an instant every shard of ice swarmed into the other car, and once again, all that was heard were the train's wheels thumping against the rails.
"....What is good....what is evil.......these are simply names to identify forces...commonly accepted by the public....but...these are merely forces...they pull along...and push as well...but there are other things...not everyone needs to be caught in these forces...in fact...its the strength to carve one's own path with their faith in themselves that allows them to live....live and continue their lives...to decide their own fate...to choose their own freedom...and create another...so they may do the same...good and evil are archaic terms given to beliefs...nothing more..only shrouded by people who think they are doing what they believe is the right thing to do...because others deem it acceptable" Kojiro stepped over the corpses and into the other car, the Owl was almost unrecognizable, its body was sprawled on the ground riddled with ice, tendrils of spiraled and entangled themselves on a metal spike that had been driven into a woman's arm, in her arms was an infant, and next to the woman was her daughter clung to her side refusing to run away, Kojiro stared at the mother's arm, and carefully pulled the spike from her arm, the infant was not injured. The woman stared at Kojiro and remained silent, the only other person in the car was a girl in a hooded cloak, she looked as though she was sleeping, she was emotionless and mute, he looked closer and saw her breathing steadily, she was awake...she simply did not move. Kojiro looked at the people and turned away walking to the next car, a few bodies lay on the ground, but it was relatively empty. Kojiro sat back down, looking back, Kojiro may have been dead moments before, the ONLY reason he had attacked the gunman was because Rikka was in his lap, was the kitten nestled somewhere else, he would have allowed the bullet to take his life...when Kojiro allowed himself to become vulnerable, Rikka was safely out of reach...but as fate would have it...his life would not end just yet. "....In the end when names are taken away, forces respond to other forces, one provokes another...and a vicious reaction ensues...some call it a cycle...."
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Kojiro sat quietly as Rikka lay next to him, "...So many people die following another...Will I die following Raven?...Like Nat did?....like Owen?....Aaliyah?...will I suffer the same fate?...these beings that follow behind her have lost their lives...no....Nat did not die following Raven....Nat was killed in the crossfire....he had no intention like I did....he never wanted to end another's life....neither did I...and now...even now I don't see what my path leads to...but...I am not fighting to follow Raven's influence...the blood I spill is simply obstacles ....the blood I spill are for my own intentions...I will not die as a Fallen Phoenix Memeber....but I will not abandon them....no...I will fight as the Fallen Phoenix....but my death will not be for their values...I still have family....I still have hope for a future...an uncertain one...but a future can still be sought...I still remain steady...I will be your sword Raven...I will fight for you...because I want to protect you...not because it is the right thing...simply because it is what i want to do....I have chosen my path...."
"I chose none..."
Kojiro was standing at the station they had only stopped to pick up stragglers, people were fleeing this area, the Train was quickly filled despite the bodies, and it left away from the war-zone. Kojiro stood with a small kitten, looking ahead at a chaotic scene...all hell had broken loose, and he would have to start from the outside and find his way to the epicenter. Aimless, he would move quickly, nothing was going to stop him. Kojiro took a step forward and then looked back, "....Nat...I will keep fighting...I will no longer back down....my blade will no longer hesitate...." Kojiro took a deep breath and pushed ahead.
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Posted: Fri Apr 20, 2012 6:28 pm
((NPC - Cerbs))
Cerberus, the three headed guardian of hell and Will's pet, trotted from one place to another, meandering through the battlefields, nomming up randoom people or robots or weapons who got in his way...or who he thought smelled possibly tasty. He passed by a few Owls who he wasn't allowed to eat, and the dog's tail whacked a certain Breezy Flame on the head. He circled around the rest of the little Herald group and trotted along, eventually hitting where Che and Kate were. He sniffed Che and butted him to the side as he passed by and even winked at Kate.
The hellhound trotted on and eventually caught whiff of another familiar scent. :3 Three heads perked up and began heading in a certain direction until Cerbs charged right into the side of a train, the same train that Kojiro and Rikka were on. Old Cerbs had caught the scent of Rikka, the kitten that had slept on his head and fallen off. He lumbered toward the scent, nomming or smacking aside people who seemed to be running in his direction (because they were trying to flee from Kojiro or from Cerbs when Cerbs crashed in) .
Soon, in the midst of a bunch of ice, Cerbs saw his target, tucked in a blue haired Owl's pocket. The three headed grinned and charged forward with no ill intention at all, as bodies scattered away from him as the impact of his running brushed the dead bodies aside. The hellhound barked and stopped right before Kojiro and then moved a head next to Rikkas. "Mrrr?"
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