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 Posted: Sun Aug 12, 2012 7:36 pm
Nikolai didn't have much time to react to Rage's shadows, but the time he did have was enough for him to get moving. Nik pulled up some of his own shadows and flattened it out into a few discs. The discs were large enough to be platforms to stand on, and Nik quickly dropped them in front of him, the discs raising up into the air by pillars of shadow. Jumping from disc to disc, Nik quickly reached the top of the large wave and pausing a second. If he missed his jump it would be all over. It was like trapeze without a safety net, one wrong move and you'd be dead as disco. When Nik felt he could make the jump, he changed the last disc into a surf board. Yes, Nik's plan was exactly as ridiculous as you are thinking. Nik jumped off the pillar and landed on the wave, standing on the board. Nik was surfing a wave of shadow, and despite the circumstances, it was rather fun. Gravity being gravity, Nik slid down the wave and right down to Rage. Nik jumped off the board and sailed over Rage's head, the shadow surf-board aimed right at her head as he landed behind her, pulling his scythe out and swinging it at her back again. "Thanks for the awesome mondo wave, dudette." Nik said in a surfer voice with a grin on his face.
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Posted: Sun Aug 12, 2012 8:22 pm
((Rage: fighting Nik))
As Nik began 'surfing' her shadow tsunami, Rage watched in growing anger. ((ooc: haha)) She almost screamed again at that deafening volume from earlier. However, she made the shadows that were a part of the wave to try to grab at the annoying Dancing Owl. But just as they were about to grab him, Nikolai jumped off the surfboard he had made. The board continued on its path towards her head and neck, Rage swiped her left arm up from her side, creating a solid shield of shadow to stop the surfboard from beheading her. However, she did not get the chance to even think about blocking Nikolai's attack from behind.
As the blade of Nik's scythe sliced into her back a second time, creating an X mark on her back now, Rage let out another scream. This time it was a mixture of pain and her own rage. The Herald of Darkness swirled around, the sold shield of shadow she had used to block the surfboard earlier flowed with her motion and swung like a giant blade of a guillotine to try to chop Nik in half. Rage wasn't even going to bother talking at this point, as she was beyond the capability of speech now.
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Posted: Sun Aug 12, 2012 8:51 pm
Nik smirked as his scythe connected, but his grin didn't last long as Rage spun around and tried to cut Nik into two pieces. This was not a good thing for Nik, nor was it something he would enjoy, so he quickly ducked and rolled right under the blade of shadows that swung towards him from the side. The attack was easily avoidable, and Nik could tell she was getting sloppier and sloppier with her fighting. From his crouched position, Nik used his momentum from the roll to extend his scythe even further than it was before. Nik manipulated the shadows around Rage's feet, and had them grab her legs; it was easy since she wasn't focusing on them, and merely trying to attack him. The ability to focus on all shadows around you was incredibly important for a shadow user, something which Rage couldn't do as well because she was always on the attack and not paying as much attention to defense. From his crouched position, Nik swung his scythe at Rage's feet; if she didn't manage to dodge, she'd lose a foot, possibly even both her feet.
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Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2012 10:11 pm
"Hmph! Not like this dammit! Not like this!" The old rattlesnake still had much venom within him and even as he stared certain death in the face, he still stood tall gnashing his teeth threateningly. His attack went evaded rather easily. The Herald had no doubt in his mind that it wouldn’t although it was probably one of the strongest things he could muster at the moment. His ignorance to this magnificent ability was now playing against him as fiercely as the three individuals before him were. Because of the unexplored regions that his ability continued to present as he progressed, Thomas found himself limited by imagination once more. Alas, even with what seemed to be an endless amount of possibilities, he could think of nothing that would sweep his troubles away in one swift motion. To top that off, he found himself unable to sublimate into the methane form he so wished to hide in right now…
Once again Moli was able to brush off another of Thomas’s attacks with the utmost ease. This time, he simply needed to release a bright flash of light that doubled as both and offense and a defense. It did superheat the air that was meant for him and helped it melt through the wall behind him, but that was the extent of that. The blonde Herald continued to bask in what felt like perfection to him. Was this the power of a true Herald? Or was it just the power of a basic Herald infused with another? Moli knew it was power like this that Thomas desired. Thankfully, he was never able to get his mitts on it either. “Anderson, I think you’re up”, said Moli with a bit of Victoria’s voice slipping out of him. The young Italian knew what to do in this moment. He couldn’t let Thomas sublimate, and he had to damage him just enough to make it all count. What better way to do so than to rain hundreds upon hundreds of razor thin beams of light through the Texan? Holding out a hand which focused his psychokinetic powers on Thomas, he began to fire off those strands of light he knew would burn the elder Herald both inside and out while keeping him within his fleshed form. Along with this came an immobilizing effect that not even this experienced man could handle. With the devil incarnate locked in place, Moli closed his eyes to focus, saying to Anderson next to him, “Kill him…kill him dead….”
The former Death Owl decided to utilize the simplest method of killing Lomoli that he could think of. Shoving a spear of condensed wind into the man’s forehead was sure to do the trick. Not only would it kill him and grant the Texan a new potential rivaling that of the blonde’s now, but it would also get rid of Victoria, the Herald of Mind, once and for all. As the cone of air was crafted at an angle above Moli’s closed eyes, Thomas’s body felt stiffened, cramped…locked in place. This had to be the work of Anya’s poison...there was nothing there to produce such a sensati—Moli… You’re losing it Thomas…c’mon! Ya gotta to fight! Even the elder knew he was no longer focusing as a blanket of fear covered and embraced him. Drops of sweat soon began to roll into Thomas's eyes stinging the dry, light grey orbs with reminders of his mortality.
Through sheer will, he was able to force the javelin of air closer to Moli’s forehead, but he was too far to tell if it had made contact. Before his curiosity could be satisfied though, a storm of lights began to tear into him…through him like meteorites through the multi-layered atmosphere of the Earth. The javelin of air vanished leaving a small knick on Moli’s head, but no more than that. How the red eyed fighter across from him retaliated left his body in shambles and riddled with small holes that leaked blood profusely as a whole, but individually in small droplets. They trickled down onto the floor like drops of crimson rain and Thomas, who was forced to stand thanks to Moli’s influence, felt the blinding anguish of his torn, shredded muscles protesting violently against his position. But there was nothing he could do. Like the victims he’d cut down so fearlessly, so uncaringly and unremorsefully, there was nothing he could do except suffer at the hands of another.
Behind him, in the moat of magma that constituted Soliel’s base was Thomas’s dark, wide brimmed hat he loved and lost many, many times in the past. As the hat sank further and further into the pool of molten rock, it burned and burned and burned away until there was nothing at all left~
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Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2012 11:16 pm
Anderson stared at this woman in front of him, the visage of an owl who had so much potential, but wasted it on the life she had lived. "What could Thomas have done to cause you to feel such loyalty? When the man guilty of the crimes befitting only the most inquisitorial of tyrants?" Anderson took a step forward towards the woman who still clung to loyalties to a man who no longer existed, in sound mind or body. Her ploy at mocking his parents fell on deaf ears as a smile curled up from Anderson's face. "My old man and uncle tried to slaughter their father, an 'old person' I would say they'd both be pretty damned proud." He stopped shortly afterwords standing a matter of meters from the metal woman.
Anderson turned his head to the side as Anya's vicious acidic attack lurched towards the woman, though he would certainly not be playing the hero here he knew first hand how nasty Anya's poisons were and how savagely they could terminate a person's body. Sublimating again his misty body passed through Acelyn, so Anderson could stare the man in the face who set into motion a genocidal war. It was at this point that his cousin Moli motioned him to step up. "I know." He said in response to his first statement. As Moli began his barrage of tiny attacks Anderson didn't quite understand the attack but judging from the reaction Thomas was having it must have been a rather devastating attack. Looking now as Thomas crawled to his feet to stand up Anderson looked him in the eye, looking at him now it was almost surprising was this really the man who in such a short time had managed to demolish the sense of normalcy in the entire world? How tragic. Anderson knew exactly what needed to be done, Moli's reassurance to "kill him dead" was just another thing to smile at.
Raising his empty hand as if to fire a cosmic beam he finally spoke to the Herald. "You're almost not worth it."
Plowing through the floor, as if from the depths of Hell itself came a large massively clawed hand, the hand reached up thrusting it's claws out it impaled the once mighty wind Herald, five bloody spikes now thrusted from various parts on his body, one in his right arm, another in his right shoulder joint, one piercing straight through his vocal cords, the fourth sticking out where his sternum had once been and the fifth claw penetrating his back where his right kidney once was. Raising the man up as if he had been crucified rather than impaled the arm stretched out from the now destroyed ground below him. Slowly a second arm reached up, slamming it's clawed hand onto the ground it raked it's nails along the ground as it pulled itself up from the waist up from the depths of the infernal ground. The vicious creature responsible for this onslaught was none other than Anderson's demonic familiar he had received from Dante after he died. The beast's jaws opened releasing a screeching roar that shook the ground around them. Anderson stood staring at Thomas, his eyes never left Thomas' as he watched his magnificent demon impale him like a skewer, Thomas' blood sprayed from the holes on his body some splattered onto Anderson's clothes but still he did not falter. "Almost, but not quite." He said softly.
Anderson didn't have to say anything more, his beast was formerly tamed by Dante, a former denizen of Hell that Dante had grown a special connection to, and now skewered on it's hand helpless was the man responsible for his demise. The beast's jaw opened wider as it turned Thomas so that he was face the monster's tremendous head. It stared at him for a moment breathing a hot sulfur like breathe. Finally it opened it's mouth doing something it had wanted to for years. With no hesitation it began to devour the Wind Herald, starting by chomping down on his stomach the beast tore back spewing his entrails on the ground, while other lengths hung from in between the creature's teeth. Then it shoved Thomas's legs into it's mouth before crunching down on them after a few chewing motions and enough crunching and popping noises to churn a surgeon's stomach it opened it's mouth again pushing him further into his gaping maw. Snapping it's relentless jaws this time just below Thomas' diaphragm so he could continue to breathe for a few more minutes. It removed it's claws from his back letting the body go limp in his mouth hanging backwards awkwardly like some odd contortionist. Anderson took a few more steps towards towards the pair reaching his hand out he gently closed Thomas's eyes, he knew that the man wasn't dead quite, and not matter how much Anderson hated him he was going to offer him the same respect he would any other dying person...His familiar on the other hand...Well it was a creature born from the depths of Hell.
Like an alligator trying to swallow a large chunk of meat the beast reared its head up tossing the upper half of Thomas' body around a bit before clamping his jaws down this time the only thing sticking out was his right hand which dangled from the Beast's chops by some loose skin. Licking it's lips with it's tongue the hand fell with a splashing noise onto the ground which now ran read with Thomas' blood. Anderson looked at the hand, taking a moment he knelt down in the blood and held his hands up slightly in a praying position. "To the tyran...No to the man who fell by my hand I pray that he find solace in the world of our divine father's making. I leave the fate of your next life to the hands of a power to far inconceivable by my own mind...Find peace in the world far beyond this one." As he knelt there eyes closed in prayer he remembered what he had learned throughout his time with the Night Owls, prayers for the evil were not to be forgotten. No matter how much Anderson hated him, no matter how he wished to curse the wretched man for his very existence all he found himself doing was thanking him. "...While the very mention of your name sickens me...You are the reason why I was able to find my way back to my family...If even for a brief time...And then I discovered that even with my father gone I still have a family, Moli, Che, and Roulin are my family. You have proven to be the ultimate evil in Owls. But that is a wonderful thing for if such evil can be born that same pinnacle of good can still be born into this world. For these reasons Thomas I wish you the best as you finish the last great journey of life." With that he performed the sign of the cross on his body before slowly standing up, the blood of his enemy dripped from his clothes, his arms and legs, and even partially on his face, eyes still closed Anderson was now merely taking a moment of silence for the world had just lost one of it's most powerful Owls.
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Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2012 11:37 pm
Acelyn watched in horror as the man who had saved her life from wasting way was eaten by the very depths of hell. Tears rolled down her face as she swallowed roughly, trying to keep herself from sobbing. Stumbling forward slowly as Anderson prayed, she felt as if she couldn't go on anymore. Her friend, her boss, her family just went down with a beast and now this man was praying for him? Saying he had found his family because of him? He dared to question her loyalties when he didn't know what she had been through with that man. She felling to her knees in the blood right next to the praying man and put her hand on his shoulder, her other hand was in the blood so that she could keep her balance and not fall over as she looked down at the red substance. "You asked me why I was so loyal... Well I'll tell you. This man saved me. He acted as a family to me when I have none. You just took that from me..." The weeping Alkaline Owl looked at Anderson, her eyes were full of sorrow, no hatred, just sorrow.
Acelyn took her hand off the man and put it in the blood, soon a gray mist appeared above the blood, forming a metal pendant with Thomas' name on it. It glowed red from the blood that it was created from, soft whispers emanated from the middle. "Rest in peace Thomas. I will miss you..." The sobbing soon came after, breaking down right in the pool of blood. Her body shook as she wept for the man, not caring at that point what anyone did or said to her.
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Posted: Thu Aug 16, 2012 12:23 am
Anderson opened his eyes slowly staring down at the blood stained floor in silence as he listened to the heart felt words of the woman next to him. "And? Pick yourself up, Thomas took my family and so I found a new one." He turned his head looking at the crying woman. "I've taken your family from you, so pick yourself up and find a new one. Sitting here wallowing in his blood, it would be a disgrace to his act of kindness in saving your life." He looked towards his demon now as it stood half visible, waiting patiently for Anderson to finish his prayers. Saying nothing the creature slowly dispersed into a bloody red mist before returning inside of Anderson's body, and as he did so Anderson felt the cycle of Heralds imprint itself onto him.
The bloody mist from his demon swirled around his body sealing him from the view of the people in the room as a chilled wind blew in from the ancient corridors of the sunken city filling the room they were standing in. Occasionally silverish sprays of a mist like substance escaped from the spiral of red fog. Soon more and more splashes of silver mist shot from the spiral until finally it was entirely silver glistening like thousands of stars until finally the silver mist began to form a human like shape. Standing amidst the spiraling display was the new Wind Herald, Anderson. His hair blew back and forth with each torrent of wind that brushed past him, his hair seemed a bit longer, though the same color, his skin seemed to be hairless, aside from the obvious hair on his face and head, and he seemed to be just a bit more lean. Exhaling the silver mist finished forming his body. He stood looking at himself for a moment, was this what it meant to be a Herald? The change in his powers would take some getting use to, while he was use to controlling the energy of the skies themselves he now found his power drawing its source from the very air that circulated throughout those skies. It was very different but if Thomas was able to master this new power then Anderson would find a way to make it work as well.
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Posted: Thu Aug 16, 2012 1:50 am
Kojiro watched as Anderson finished off Thomas, just as he wanted to when this fought started, thats all he wanted to do....end his life. But then as the Owl sought to kill him, he did much more than that, and Kojiro simply watched. Words could not describe the pain he felt, not even his infantile steps into the world of war, the bloodshed that came from the Fallen Phoenix. Kojiro was unable to move. As he watched, he began to realize in the fit of rage he was going to do the same thing. Kojiro felt sick, a pained sickness only began to worsen as he watched the gruesome display.
,"...This world fights meaningless battles...like lambs to the slaughter...they draw themselves to some childish illusion of justice...only to die achieving nothing...."
"...Another will rise to achieve the same goal...a legacy of sorts..."
Kojiro stared on as the Owl in front of him seemed to be simply a savage rendition of his endless torrent of withheld rage.
,"....Believing that what one that acted before him was influential enough to create an impact..."
,"....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...or stronger."
Kojiro grimaced as the body was ripped in half, horror and something deep inside seemed to simple tear at him as well.
"....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 looked towards the Alkline Owl sobbing, silently, he was at a loss of words.
"....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...."
Kojiro felt him mind go blank, it was complete darkness, in front of him stood a figure, eyes menacing and written with years of pain and sorrow, both hands clenched and glowing with a violent aura and bloodlust written in his expression, strangely enough he seemed calm, unprovoked and still harboring such aura. Kojiro felt a fear shoot through him, Kojiro's icy blue eyes stared into the figure's glowing Azure ones,"...Who are you?" he simply asked, staring quietly.
"Kojiro...Herald of Water.
Kojiro stood unsurprised at the moment, he felt so numb that nothing could truly cause any alarm. The figure moved towards Kojiro ,"...Why are you crying?" he asked. Kojiro felt his face and then stared inquisitively, he wasn't...he turned behind him to see another figure...sobbing uncontrollably, This was whom The Water Herald was speaking to. The other pitiful figure was on his knees desperately trying to remain awake.
"...He is dead...They killed him...I I don't...I don't understand...he should be alive right now....he didn't deserve this..."
Kojiro watched as the Menacing figure approached the other, with no remorse detectable.
"Stop crying...tears won't solve anything..."
"Then....Then what do I do?"
Before Kojiro could see anymore of this conflict, he was back in reality, only a few paces away from Acelyn.
This situation was all to familiar.
Kojiro did not know what to tell her, Revenge would only spark another fight, no....another unnecessary myriad of problems. There was no fight....simply a problem that was solved foolishly.
Kojiro saw her as a threat for a moment, but it subsided, Raven was his priority. Like needles he realized that this could play out the exact same way. Good and evil had nothing to do with this...only the strongest who survived would truly decide that title.
Kojiro's family was taken from him once, and now his new family was being crushed slowly. He did find a new one...just like that Owl said, and yet....they are being crucified as well. Kojiro knew he had to find Raven before the other did, but he saw himself as he saw Acelyn. Power meant nothing and everything at the same time in such a fight. When they moved from the era of swords to guns..it only seems as the battles continued...the only thing that changed were the number of casualties and those caught in the crossfire.
Kojiro took a few steps forward towards the same Owl that tried to kill him moments ago. Kojiro let his powers subside entirely, though his body was still extremely cold, it too was subsiding. The Frozen Owl knelt down and looked towards her. This enemy was vulnerable, he could end her miserable life right there...Kojiro had no connection to this Owl, and she threatened to kill him. She could easily could kill him if he got too close, he could make a defense to-
No, this was not a battle of who was the most powerful. Kojiro swore to Protect Raven with his powers. Other than that, he had no obligation to act. We was no soldier afterall...a meaningless act perhaps...but there was no strategy.
Kojiro lightly moved his knees as he was now within arms reach of the sobbing Owl. Kojiro reached for her, pulling her into a soft embrace.
"You will never be alone." he whispered.
"...This Cycle will continue...but as History shows...some of the most memorable conflict were never solved by weapons alone...Power cannot solve all problems...And Most of the world's most horrifying periods were marked by tragedy."
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Posted: Thu Aug 16, 2012 3:13 pm
Acelyn felt someone pull her into a hug, knowing the cold embrace she was in was Kojiro. She softly pushed him away and wiped her eyes, standing up tall now as she stared at the Herald. Her eyes seemed weary, knowing that it was almost all over. "I know I won't be. Not anymore." She looked down at the pendant she had made from Thomas' blood, a kind smile slowly slid across her face. The Alkaline Owl would always have him along just as she carried a part of Aimee as well. Coming out of her day dream to see the people around her, she caught sight of Roulin just a little bit away. Acelyn walked over to him, her mind made up about her next move. "Rou... I think I might take your advice on leaving the U.N.S for a while. Maybe get everything under control. Can you teleport me out of here?" The girl smiles kindly at him, knowing he might do it to help her.
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Posted: Tue Aug 21, 2012 5:28 pm
((TFP---Raven))
Raven’s taunts that had been aimed at Thomas went unnoticed. The French terrorist remained where she was, thinking that she was at a safe enough distance from the on-going fighting. Oh how wrong she was. In a last desperate attempt, Thomas had released a very large and powerful wind attack which was almost like one of Raven’s shockwaves…Only thinner. The attack grew as it spread outwards like a rotating buzz saw that could and would cut through any obstacle in its way. Raven had nowhere to run. She could only attempt to block the approaching attack which had already destroyed one of the solid marble walls in the room. Narrowing her eyes in concentration, Raven scraped the remaining power in her Quaking Owl barrel. She had hardly ever come to such a low power source stage…and it was strangely uncomfortable.
Biting down on her lip, Raven ignored the annoying ‘prickly’ sensation from deep inside her chest as her eyes zeroed in on the approaching blade of wind. She forced her arms outwards and timed a shockwave to be released at just the right moment. The wind had made it so damn close to the blonde female before she allowed the cushion of partly invisible force to shoot outwards and take on the brunt of the sharpened wind. The force leaving her hands was barely under Raven’s control. She had to take a small step backwards and fix herself into place by sliding one of her legs backwards for more support. After a few seconds of fending the wind off, Raven released the shockwave completely; sending it ripping through Thomas’s attack with ease.
Her arms fell to her side as her legs turned to jelly, she sighed in relief after successfully fending of the attack. As Raven raised her head and fought to regain her composure, she was met with yet more attacks. Though these ones were not actually meant for her they were still heading her way. “Damn it…” She staggered to the left as one of Moli’s beams of light rocketed past. She knew then that she would have to risk using her ability more, a fact that didn’t seem to sit well with the Quaking Owl for once in her life. She spun round and fired off a beam like shockwave that collided with one of the light beams and fire of yet another one. “Tsch….keep…keep going….come on….body…move…” Her words done nothing to encourage her tired and worn body which grew more sluggish and painful each time she attempted to use her powers. In a last desperate attempt to protect herself, Raven tapped into the currently unstable Heart of Life.
The fresh surge of power that flowed through her body numbed the pain during the time of its activation. Gritting her teeth together, the now white eyed woman fired of a wall like shockwave to take out the remaining beams…But just as she thought she had regained control over her powers, a searing pain ripped through her body and caused her lose her concentration. Her shockwave died away in that instant and left Raven doubled over, clenching at her chest as she coughed up blood which fell in small droplets at her feet. The taste of copper stained her mouth and blood played on the corner of her lips as she tried to stand up straight once more. Her sky blue eyes widened in disbelief when she noted the pool of magma behind her while from in front of her another beam of light ripped through the dying shockwave and headed for her…She couldn’t move, her body was useless…and she had literally ran out of power… “Dear god…..this is…it…” The only way she would be getting out of this one would be if someone or something could help...
((Daryle Saxton))
With clean precise slashes of his sword Timothy the Lightening Herald was able to destroy most of the fireballs that Daryle had fired at him. The blond Dancing Owl smirked and shook his head lightly. It was apparent that Tim was not as childish as his appearance may indicate. He may have been able to fend of the fireballs but he still had the hurricane of fire to deal with….. And Daryle knew that such a creation was not going to be as simple to destroy as the balls had been. The shorter male had finally stopped running just as Daryle had stopped firing rounds of fire and the Fire Herald hadn’t missed the slight misguided step on Tim’s behalf. A mistake like that could have very well seen the blue eyed male tumbling into the rotating column of fire. “Heh…Not as nimble on your feet as I am…And people say dancing is a waste of time and energy…It helps out in the strangest of ways ya know?”
Something had bugged the Lightening Herald as the muscle in his hand bulged from the tightening of his grip on the artefact in his hand. Tilting his head to the side, Daryle flashed the older male an obnoxious smirk “Hmm? Something wrong?” Daryle was unsure if Tim could actually hear his cocky words over the swirling flames but it still didn’t stop him from speaking. His fire tainted green eyes narrowed as Timothy darted to the side and vanished from view behind the column of fire. The blond Fire Herald readied for an attack from the direction that Tim had headed…He didn’t, however, expect the Lightening Herald to fire of bolts of electricity through the fire. The first bolt of lightning had been close enough to Daryle to scorch a few strands of his blond floppy hair and almost caught him directly in the face had Daryle been any slower to move. Another bolt came at the dancer, but this time Daryle had expected it. He flipped backwards and gave himself more room to evade the electricity. “Ehhh…Using my fire as cover…how clever~…” His sarcastic drool of words meant nothing to him as they feel upon deaf ears. What mattered now was that he kept his distance and thought up a counter strike before Tim could gain an even better advantage.
As the onslaught of electricity finally ceased after just five bolts, something else occurred that neither Daryle nor Tim had foreseen. From a wall came an attack similar to what Daryle had been able to do only months ago. It was a wind attack but the power behind it was that of a Heralds. The wave of wind had cut through the wall like it was nothing and even rid the room of Daryle’s swirling hurricane of fire with perfect ease. For now, the fighting duo would have to concentrate mildly on the falling slabs of marble that would be able to crush their bones should they fall unlucky. The blond fire man skidded to the right and rolled out of the pathway of one slab and jumped back up onto his feet in time to evade one bolt of electricity. Startled, Daryle span round to locate the Lightening Herald who was on his back and firing off yet more bolts. “What an annoying brat you are….”
Taking a huge risk, Daryle lunged forwards hopping over the now uneven playing field. His hands and feet began to smoke as flames leaked forth and acted as his shoes and gloves. As the distance between the two dwindled, Daryle leapt upwards into the air and summoned forth a larger spray of flames around his right hand which he had pulled back. His aim was to attack from a closer range, hand to hand in fact. This was his opening attack. The blond male clenched his teeth together tightly as he descended down upon the elder Herald. Even if Timothy was able to dodge, Daryle was already prepared to land and sweep one of his legs round in an attempt to knock the shorter male back down.
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Posted: Wed Aug 22, 2012 6:39 pm
Roulin's metallic claw remained attached to the ends of his fingers even after he made it to the floor where the rest were. Oddly though, he remained silent amidst the events unfolding before him. Thomas, that b*****d of a Herald was finally taken down by Anderson and a supercharged Lomoli. The Owl world was sure to feel the displacement of aura following Thomas's death. Many of them more than likely rejoiced after picking themselves up from the floor.
Raven, who was cast to the other side of the room after an attempted run, now stood in fear as the elements slowly closed in on her. Timothy wasn't far. Roulin knew already that if something happened to Raven, he'd be there at a moment's notice. It was amusing to watch her squirm though. Activating his Heart did nothing but drain her empty. His eyes left her and fell upon Acelyn and Anderson, both of which were taking Thomas's death their own way, and Kojiro who was trying to mitigate the damage. Roulin soon neared the trio.
"He's right you know?" said Roulin as he walked up to Acelyn behind Koji and Andy. "Crying won't help you. Neither will an 'I told you so' from me." The soft purple hues of the Life Owl drifted from Ace to Koji, then to Andy. The ice manipulator wasn't so cold that he'd leave an opponent teetering on the edge of mental destruction. At least someone in The Fallen Phoenix had a brain and a heart. "Congratulations on your ascension Anderson. As if you weren't strong enough already." A chuckle followed the acknowledgement as did Acelyn's request.
"I can't help but say it. I told you so. Thomas...was never one to waste your emotions on no matter how much of a father or a listener he was. I'll teleport you out of here, but promise me you'll stay with the UNS. I have a feeling it'll be under management that you'll grow to love." Of course, Roulin meant Che, the rightful owner of the UNS in a...technical sense. In the motion of lightly wiping away a tear, the Owl of Grey teleported Acelyn away from the battlefield to her loft back where he and she first met. With that done, Roulin then turned to Anderson and Koji and released a baited breath. "This fight is nearing it's end...I think there's a---"
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The elder Herald was placed in a position he could only describe as 'purely inopportune' by the Wind Herald in the adjacent room. Giant slabs of rock were now falling from air effectively dashing any form of counterattack Timothy assumed would bring him the progress he desired here. He did appreciate the efforts of the now dead and gone Texan though. His saw-like attack and the debris it brought behind it successfully snuffed out Daryle's rather menacing hurricane of fire. The man of lightning zoomed through the gargantuan slabs of rock and stone lacerating the floor leaving a hectic zig-zaging pattern behind. The shorter male was as busy as the blonde across the room, but not even for a second did his trained, light blue eyes lose sight of him. It was obvious the other man was faster and with the precipitation of stone, losing sight of the Fire Herald would only spell doom.
The streak that was Timothy’s unblinking sight wavered for a brief moment when Thomas was killed in the other room. The death of the Texan brought a grand smile to the lips of his otherwise inexpressive face. That was another problem that was dealt with just as it should’ve been a long, long time ago. Anderson would receive a handshake from the thankful Herald the next time they met. It would be that small moment of appreciation that would be the truce Tim would draw with his opposition. Now, along with that little irking sensation that was more of a pleasure than a pain was the calling of the Oracle. It was her danger that had his movements more erratic and less focused than normal. The nipping feeling that was once akin to a snowflake’s frigid kiss was now a biting pain. Though he attempted not to let it show, the pain was merciless and mentally fatiguing. Why, even as he blazed beneath falling debris, he tripped and landed on his shoulder before rolling and continuing his dash.
“….Ugh…c’mon….” There was no use in fighting away the fact his attention was now halved by the occurrences going on in the room over. The aforementioned pain was now a budding headache that scratched his psyche as coarsely as Raven scratched the bottom of her reserves. Refocusing himself again, making sure not to slam into a wall before him, Timothy looked at the gap in the wall created by Thomas and noticed not only that there was nothing to fear from the sky anymore, but that there lights cast upon the ceiling. Many powers were being used in that room and that only made the elder fear more and more. The debris had settled now meaning that Daryle would be able to control the field again unless Tim could do so before him. He did have the stronger element and better control over it, but timing was a factor now. The Herald of Lightning knew he’d have to do something in order to—
Timothy stopped in the center of the beautifully massive room. His evasive tactics had vanished now and he stood there staring blankly at the wall in front of him. Daryle was to his right and outside of his field of view. That young Herald meant nothing at all to the man of lightning now. He, along with the rest of the world save for the one person he was sworn to protect, simply faded away and like a programming script emerging from the depth of his computer-esque, his entire demeanor changed and so did his body. His elemental form fell revealing the tattered, white double breasted coat that was beneath it all. Before looking at the door that lead to the other room which contained the terrorist leader Catherine, Timothy whispered to himself a single word. “No.”
No gesture or acknowledgement of Daryle’s presence was given in those quickly passing moments. Before the younger Herald could land his striking blow or follow-up, Timothy’s form altered returning him to his elemental state. Afterwards, the lightning that was figure exploded away from the playing field. Moving faster than Moli’s weighed down, but still almost insurmountably speedy beams of light, Timothy broke through the storm of photons after dismantling the wall separating that other room from the one he entered to save Raven. Stopping only inches before the girl, a roar of thunder first crackled, then exploded behind him rattling everything within those four walls. That included the windows that shattered either from the sound of the rest of the wall being blasted away by the colossal bolt of lightning. The shockwave of the thunderclap was enough to blow back the lava that threatened to engulf and kill her tattered, weakened body. Looking down at the Oracle with a stern scowl, he sighed then narrowed his luminous eyes before exiting his elemental form once more. A hand was extended to the fighter and only a few words were spared by the Herald to the all but defeated woman. “Not just yet Oracle. Not just yet…”
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The molten beast towered staggeringly over the Owl trio that was Roulin, Cecilia and Lucien. It was apparent that the only thing keeping them from a certain, painfully smoldering death was their numerous abilities. Roulin himself had a power that could match Soliel, but he chose not to use it out of spite. As he slid down the column of stone to the floor all the while evading this monster's attacks, he wore a cocksure grin that dripped with a kind of cynical, condescending confidence. Soliel's boiling eyes were no longer wide with a blind rage, but level and focused with a beast's determination.
If the blonde lava demon could've roared, he'd have let out one that would shake the ancient walls of the prototype Exire. It was angering now that these three were dueling so well against him. One of which wasn't even fighting, but rather evading with the utmost ease. To make matters worse, Raven was behind him so he couldn't expand as much as he'd like to. Moli's sparkles of light tore through his base shooting magma backwards towards his weakened leader. Her shield was now her worst enemy. Soliel knew just how to counteract.
The stack of lava that held together the monstrosity cooled and hardened into obsidian rock. This element was no longer under his control as it was now rock rather than the molten substance he was accustomed to. His arms remained though and with them, he knew just how far he could reach. As he went for another swipe at Roulin, Acelyn and Anderson from behind, a teammate, at the most inconvenient moment possible, burst through the wall in front of him. His form was lightning and that element, Soliel knew, held a distant spot on the hierarchical chain of elements. Thanks to that, he was knocked from his elemental form as Timothy exploded through him on his way to Raven. The lava remained and it rained down upon the field landing in random areas. Soliel himself was thrown backwards against the wall Raven was all but against as well. From this position, he could see the flare in Timothy's eyes, but barely. The Herald's emergence was enough to bring the red-eyed elementalist to a powerful daze..
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Posted: Thu Aug 23, 2012 1:20 am
As Roulin talked to Acelyn, the smile she once wore as a child came back, the understanding of how she would be under a good person seemed to brighten her day. The beat Alkaline Owl nodded before she was sent off, ending up in the room where it seemed to all get confusing. The woman stood in the middle of the room, her eyes glued to the pendant she had made earlier as though she expected it to come to life. Slowly the red orb pulsated in the middle, a memory of Thomas kept it alive enough to tell its own story if one touched it. As soon as that moment began it was done, she snapped back into reality to realize everything was a mess in the room. Ace began to pick up her clothes, tossing them into a black bag where the jar of metal memories lay. She knew this was another new start that she was graced with, though she hated that it had to come through a death but it ended with a friend and her not being killed. Once she was finished and packed, the blonde looked up towards the ceiling as she thought about everyone. Soon it was her time to leave, putting her black bag over her shoulder and walking to the door. Ace looked back at the room one last time with a small sigh before walking out of the room and closing the door behind her.
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Posted: Sat Aug 25, 2012 3:18 pm
((TFP---Raven))
How is it that a supposedly powerful and strong willed woman could face death not once…but twice in the same day? Raven’s mind was brought back to the words she had muttered to Thomas only minutes ago. “How the mighty have fallen…heh, it seems that I am not excluded from those words either..” It was strange how Raven was able to think so clearly despite the impending doom that she was sure would end her existence. She felt nothing. Her thoughts were as clear as glass but none of them lingered for long before being replaced with a new set. The only moment the French woman was pulled from her thoughts was when a very loud thundering sound boomed, shaking the very foundations of the room in which everyone was slowly gathering. It was only when Raven blinked did she realise that she was on the floor. “When did I fall…..” She frowned at her evident display of weakness before turning her face upwards to gaze up at the Lightening Herald.
A finely shaped eyebrow was raised when Timothy extended a hand towards Raven to help her back up onto her feet. For a few seconds Raven stared at the hand before laughing. “Not just yet….Of course, you still need me…” And for the first time in years Raven actually accepted an outstretched hand. She had hesitated and even attempted to stand on her own but her legs had turned to jelly and her body was currently the weakest it had been for a very long time. It took her a moment to regain some sort of balance on her own before she let go of the Heralds hand. Despite the talk that they had shared back in the snow covered city of Virginia, Raven still saw this man as a hidden danger one that would no doubt become apparent in the coming weeks or months…. As soon as he had finished with her she would probably find herself being wiped out by the same hand he had helped her to stand with.
At that moment the Magma manipulator was thrown backwards into the wall that stood just behind Raven. The French woman regarded him for a few moments before turning her attention onto those who had gathered in the room. “There is no longer a reason for us to remain in this place….” Something in her tone of voice hinted that she was now in possession of something very valuable. A smile graced her lips as her left hand dipped into her jeans pocket…..“It is…rather funny how so many people are all looking for one item….And despite their efforts…they fail” The fighting was dying down by the time Raven had begun speaking, good, she wanted to see their expressions as she revealed what she had on her person and for that reason alone she had spoken louder than usual “Somehow, this all seems pointless to me…Yet…this is the ace card I have remaining up my sleeve…for now” Her delicate looking hand that could summon and control enough force to destroy buildings, resurfaced and held a neat deck of cards in its centre.
After gazing down at the cards with faint amusement, Raven’s ice blue eyes locked with the cards rightful owner. Her pink lips flickered into a smirk “Such a simple yet dangerous toy you created, Cheani…Humanity will have to thank you at some point. Your stupidity obviously knows no bounds….” After caressing the soft card with her thumb, Raven turned round and without a care in the world, dropped the deck into Soliels’ hands “Look after these won’t you?” There could be many reasons as to why the French woman had pulled the cards out and handed them over to another. One could be that she wasn’t in any state to be guarding such an item….Another could be that she really held no interest in the cards. Or perhaps, she was too tired with all the fighting and she was handing over the lead reins to her right hand man, Soliel. With a laugh she dusted her hands off like they had been covered in dirt or blood. Only after doing that did she run a hand through her messy blonde hair. The ever turning tables had once again leapt in their favour…
((Daryle Saxton))
Something was bothering Daryle’s shorter opponent, something other than the Fire Herald. Daryle couldn’t care less and continued with his planned onslaught of close range combat. So he couldn’t help but curse out loud when Timothy took on his elemental form and bolted away from the room and out of the way of Daryle’s approaching fist. Instead of making contact with the Herald’s face, Daryle’s fire covered fist collided heavily with the hard marble floor. A sickening crunch radiated within his hand but was completely over looked as the fairly pissed off blond male straightened up and followed the blur that was Tim. “F*****g cowered!!!” He needn’t think one second before chasing after Timothy. The uneven ground was not a bother to Daryle who climbed, jumped and bolted over the slabs of concrete. He had been getting into their fight and he wasn’t anywhere near ready to simply allow the Lightening Herald to run away no matter the sudden urgency that had radiated in the males light blue orbs.
Daryle had made it into the adjoining room in time to hear what the dumb French woman had to say. A deep chuckle escaped his lips when a deck of cards was handed to some other guy. What in hell was she actually thinking? Surely they were greatly outnumbered? Yet there she was, advertising a fat steak in front of what may as well be a pack of wild dogs. The fire around his hands and feet died away as his eyes scanned the room and the people within it. It seemed like the fighting was dying down for now…Though that thought didn’t please the blond male…He even found himself frowning as he see green eyes landed on Timothy. “Tsch….next time..” A low buzzing sound vibrated in his trouser pocket. A phone call. Whoever was calling would have to wait for a moment. Now was not a time to be taking personal calls.
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Posted: Sun Aug 26, 2012 3:17 pm
Lucien's eyes drifted to the side as a thunderous clap tore through the room, the white light of the energy blinded the room turning the visage of ancient history into a blank canvas for a brief moment. As he looked towards Raven he could see the injured Soliel now plastered over a wall, while his magma remains rained from the ceiling in a fiery storm. Without making a move Lucien spread a telekinetic panel which was formed parallel to the ceiling a few feet down to collect the magma dripping down like a rain gutter. He blinked as his eyes looked towards the Electric Herald and the most formidable of them all, now standing with Raven possibly the most hated woman in all of the world, and more importantly the prize that they had been seeking.
He said nothing, this contest to see who could get to the pot of gold wasn't his contest to fight. Death wasn't an aspect that was meant to take center stage under the spot light, no that spot was reserved for others his job now was to offer support where he could when he could. Looking towards Raven and Timothy he found himself almost irregular to the incident, there was no anger, no resentment he didn't see two terrorists in front of him he merely saw two people, no different then any other set of people. Lucien deduced that this must have been his role taking root in his mind now, no matter the person, no matter the social standing, wealth, race, gender, to death there was no distinction merely the living and the dead. He did however find it odd that the two of them were so calm, yes they held the world's most powerful weapon in their hands now and they were two of the strongest Owls to date, but here collected in the ancient ruins of the past was the collection of every Owl who had the power to stand up to them, let alone in a massive army. He expected Timothy and Raven to make a hasty retreat, powerful or not their chances of survival fell in the inconsequential levels, surely they did not hope to fight.
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Posted: Mon Sep 03, 2012 2:04 am
Kojiro backed away from Acelyn as she began to collect herself, a voice sounded from behind him. His instincts had once again kicked in as a mall shard of ice floated in front of him, he was still not fully on guard since it was almost harmless in its current form, just a floating crystal. He got to his feet and noticed the strangers around him, he was not about to ignite anything reckless but their words meant nothing to him. One of the strangers mentioned an ascension. Was being a hearld that important? Kojiro did not feel he should have been chosen for such a task. Seeing other Owls acting in such a manner...These were the ones that were becoming hearlds. He would never forget the first encounter with Thomas...thats murky haze will never be shaken from his mind...and the near death he almost come face to face with....He became a Herald...This person a no different...in Kojiro's eyes....such displays of...
...violence...
Kojiro looked back...before he could even being to describe what he had seen....he realized...he was no different after all...claiming he was some pacifistic saint would have been a glaring lie. As much as he wanted to avoid such a result...he had unleashed endless torrents of destruction...all for the sake of protecting those he cared about...and now for some twisted sick joke of fate...he had been granted a title like this. He wanted to bury it...never speak of it again. Lorna, Raven, Solei, none of those he knew never had t know...he was just Kojiro..nothing more. Kojiro pulled what was left of his burnt coat closer to him, tucking the necklace in as to avoid letting even a glint be seen. He had been desperately been restraining any distracting thoughts...any emotions that distracted him. But even now, everything, everything that haunted his every waking moment chewed and gnawed away at his sanity and composure with its corrosive fangs. And even now, when he just wanted to double over and just scream, he could not. He had silenced everything once again.Kojiro noticed Acelyn was teleported away, he was once again in unfamiliar company. As his cold demeanor returned, the ice also revealed its more threatening appearance, sharpening and becoming narrow. Kojiro let out a faint pained cough,he had his intentions fairly clear at the moment, he had been detracted enough"...I am afraid I have nothing to say to you...I-" Kojiro also was cut off as the structure around him began to give, the rumbling funnaly erupted in chaos. Kojiro lost his footing and began to fall, the wall had given out, and then he saw them...time slowed down and all he heard was his own heartbeat and muffled noises...even in his mind...it wasn't even fear or shaky, he wanted to cry out their names, but there was not time...yet again being catapulted into turmoil...instead or acting in fear it was....like a faint sigh of relief...he whispered to himself...
"Soliel....Raven....you are alive....I am glad."
Not another split second passed and Kojiro's voice, body and the small piece of ice he was controlling became crushed underneath the rubble. ..
He never thought he would get so close...only to be dragged back awaty from them. The first glimpse of a familiar face in months...and it was for a faint second. They seemed to both be in trouble...Raven's face...he had never seen her in such a state...but there was nothing he could do at the moment, in a daze of his own, everything was black. Soon though, his vision returned to him, the sounds of some loose rocks finding their way to the ground, Kojiro looked around, there was ice everywhere in the crevice he was buried in. somehow, at the last moment, it formed to create a void, structured enough from leaving Kojiro entombed in the remains. Kojiro never asked to be a Herald, but it did not mean he couldn't steal that which a Hearld had and use it for his own purpose...he had been granted power...being pushed to his limit he was running out of options....
There was a low faint rumbling as a familiar grinding was heard...ice scarping against itself that could easily be mistaken for a growling. Kojiro was underneath the rubble, and inside, as his bloody and battered hands pressed against the rocky remains, so did two large claws, intent on breaking out, and continuing what The Frozen Owl had set out to do. The Japanese Owl's eyes shed tears as fear for his family and the pain through his body shot through him...this meant nothing at the moment as he grit his teeth and continued pressing on.
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