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Posted: Tue Apr 11, 2006 6:45 pm
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Without waiting an answer, Iris, now dressed as Rin, leapt out of the window. Only her eyes had been kept the same, but even with black angelic wings and short ebony hair, it wasn't all that hard to tell it was her... If one knew what to look for, of course. Since the Count didn't, her disguise was fine.
The jet in sight, she let out a roar of warning. BEGONE! She shouted mentally. Not used to using it, her telepathy could be heard by all within range. Using a disguised mental voice was temporarily forgotten. The likes of you are not welcome here. She couldn't help but feel irked with Jack that he hadn't fired at it yet, but... his loss was her gain. Blue and green fires laced her hands, flickering, itching to be let loose on the machine to bring it down, eat it until nothing remained.
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Posted: Fri Jun 02, 2006 12:25 pm
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The sun rose, and no message came from the high command. "Heh. He's 24 hours to late to tell me what to do..." The man whispered, and jumped down from his perch. The wall shattered, rock rocketing in and dust rising as the racket subsided slowly. The wind tore the veil of dust to tatters, revealing the silhouette of a tall man, a shadow against the sudden influx of sunlight. He stepped through the rubble and lifted his head, looking through the soft spikes of void-black hair that fell across his face and masked his crimson eyes. There was the faintest glow in the ruby irises, and a dangerous smirk on his lips. He was handsome in a cruel way, though his skin was incredibly pale. He looked around, the visible canine showing as sharper than normal. Black wings at his back ruffled, a single ebony feather falling to the ground, ripples of crimson light echoing out from it as though it had landed on the surface of a pool. Allen Aharden. Those who knew him, feared him, those he knew him and did not, did not because they were not alive to fear...
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Red light, like lightning flames, arced up around the figure of destruction. His left hand held a sword, his right was open and crimson power gathered into a sphere above his palm. A moment later it was released. Another wall shattered inwards, and his blade flicked dangerously, something about it hinting that it was far more than it seemed. He walked on, ignoring the rubble or corpses under his feet; there was not much difference between the two, to him. And he continued his methodolical destruction of the Immortal Spirit Army headquarters with the careless zeal of someone paid to do something he enjoyed. Slow, measured steps would bring him closer, and closer, and closer, to the place where he could most dramatically finish ISA off. And perhaps a good portion of the city below, as well... A cold chuckle, full of maliscious intent, brushed eerily through an empty hall and faded.
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Time trundled on, and each passing moment, each day that dawned or set unnoticed was another that usheered in their inevitable destruction. He had taken the job for its excellent pay--which was not in platinum, as many suspected, and many others accepted, but in blood, death, and the euphoria that came with Destroying. The ripples of crimson light spread still, and there was no telling what havoc, or magic they wrought as they shimmered across the building. What the purpose of that light, whatever it was, was known only to Aharden, and he wasn't about to explain to those who died at his hands. It was an amature mistake, gloating at the Hero captured and bound as the fellow worked his way free to run a carelessly discarded weapon through the mastermind's cold heart. Allen Aharden was no such fool. He would destroy this Base--what kind of headquarters was so poorly guarded as this?--and find more work he would enjoy. His blade was now a similar color to the power that arced around him and pooled into his palm to destroy more and more of the place as he took to the next level. Blood dripped to splatter on the floor in his wake, none of it his. No true resistance yet. It should have worried him, were he the type to worry, but it didn't. If trouble dared rear its head at he who'd birthed it, then it could welcome the feel of cold, burning steel biting through its neck.
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His steps fell lightly on tiles and carpets that turned steadily darker as the death toll slowly stretched upwards. He smirked perpetually in a wickedly amused way, like this was but a game to him. And maybe it was. His history was unknon to the people of this area, and Allen Aharden was a new face, one that brought with it the hovering fog of obscurity and blood, hot metal and death. And he continued to destroy, whimsically, with no apparent strategy except to leave very few things intact before moving upwards, floor by floor. Indeed, it seemed as though only enough was left to ensure some degree of structural solidity, however small. And the crimson ripples slipped further upwards, echoing out from that single, fallen feather, as black as night and cold as death.
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A hand lifted. A blue eye, the other a ruin of blood and gore, pleaded. Red waters fell painfully soft down the side of a face, hair dark in the crimson. A sword flashed. A scream rose and shattered. Allen Aharden was not merciless. Mercy was a thing for mortals, humans and the like. He was none of these. He was a destroyer. He thrived on the agony of others, on their blood, pain and tears. Fed off their screams, pleadings and rivers of blood. He was cruel only in the eyes of those who thought him mortal. Those who thought that, like others of similar build and look to him, he had a heart, that he was once capable of caring, and might still be. They would be doomed to disappointment.
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