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 Posted: Thu Sep 27, 2012 1:54 pm
Timothy purpose, as it seemed, would always prevail in some way, shape, fashion or form as long as this war waged on. The Oracle whom he still felt obligated to watch over and protect had seized the last great artifact the Nol Era had to offer. A grin drew his lips into a weak curve and to anyone that couldn't read Timothy, his expression was still devoid of any trace of emotion. Now that The Fallen Phoenix was one step closer to achieving their goal, this was no longer the case. Sparkling blue orbs traced the field of battle before him and took in all that was their. The spectacle of powers that dotted the field was enough to make his feel far more guarded than usual. Still, he was powered thanks to the fountain of youth he'd landed in, but there was no doubt that the people here, save for Thomas who obviously wasn't up to snuff, could stand up to him.
Che entrance into the room was silent perhaps due to him catching sight of his deck in the hands of the enemy Roulin had failed to kill many, many times now. Just looking at his expression made Timothy want laugh. For a good, rather lengthy portion of this millennium, Che, with the use of his deck and souls he sacrificed to save himself, had escaped the hands of the Heralds many, many times over. To Timothy, this was aggravating, but it was not an issue. He, along with his other nature controlling kin, had wiped out who the Italian considered family. Twice.
The white haired elder turned his attention to Raven who'd finished her triumphant speech. She was right. Now with that deck in hand, there was no longer a need to be here. Because of this, Tim knew this great ghost civilization would soon remove them from it just as it brought them here. Catherine's handing the deck over to Soliel as insurance was just sealing the deal.
"The power of the almighty fall into the hands of the meek. Very interesting how the world operates." Soliel accepted the deck dropped into his hands all the while surveying the reaction of it's creator who stood there ogling it as if it were the most expensive bit of treasure he'd ever seen. In this moment though, to Che, it probably was just that. The molten man was aware that it was these cards that could lead to either the destruction of this planet or it's ultimate savior. Soliel grinned ever so confidently. He knew just where Che's mind was...almost literally in the palm of his hand. To taunt the bushy haired fool, Soliel ignited his body save for the hand that held the deck. "Last becomes the first... and the first becomes the last."
"NO!" Che could feel the intensity in his own yell as it was an intensity with which he'd never had to force before. His throat was dry and it burned now. This was not due to the wall-shaking cry he let out, but rather due to fear. Genuine fear and moreover guilt.
“Such a simple yet dangerous toy you created, Cheani…Humanity will have to thank you at some point. Your stupidity obviously knows no bounds….” It wasn't often that words like these stuck to Che, but this time, the phrase was cemented onto him. An acidic adhesive that burned him deeper and deeper as the time passed and would remain until he could fix this mess. As of right now, he could only stand wide-eyed and bewildered at what has transpired before him. Timothy's smug face he just wanted to punch...Raven he just wanted to strangle in a tub filled with scolding hot water and Soliel, the man poking him, begging him to react in someway...if there was anyway he could kill him right now, he wouldn't hesitate to do it...
Maybe this is what being on the losing side feel like. To add to the pain of Che's internal struggle, one by one, the people within this underwater estate began to vanish in the same fashion they'd appeared. In a flash of light. As Timothy was probably aware of, this place was done with them and they no longer needed to be here. Just as this place was designed to do, it began to crumble all around them. The place was imploding and water was rushing in. Before it could reach any of them though, they were gone leaving Raven and Che as the last two remaining. The narrowed, lavender eyes of the fool...the angered killer focused on her as if promising pain in their next meeting. With no words to spare, they both vanished to New Exire though, of course, in far different areas...
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Posted: Thu Sep 27, 2012 1:57 pm
(And then a week timeskip occured. For those still with me here, TFP and TNO are in New Exire. TFP is closer to the bay than TNO and TNO is closer to the border of the next state where American forces stand. Again, for those still with me, PM/Skype me for details.)
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Posted: Tue Oct 02, 2012 1:19 pm
((TFP---Raven))
The room was empty save for the constant gentle tapping that came from a long slender finger drumming on a wooden writing desk. The beat was endless and never seemed to dip or waver at any given moment…. Thump thump thump thump thump….Over and over again did that finger drop down with clean precision and even after 20 minutes it showed no sign of stopping. Catherine Turner was in a strange type of mood this fine day….well, for her this was strange. She had been held up inside her office in New Exire for a few days now and still hadn’t allowed anyone inside the same room as her. She had also been neglecting the countless meetings and had pretty much handed over all the decision making to her right and left hand men, Timothy and Soliel. She was confident in their decision making skills and knew damn well that both men were loyal…Well; Soliel more so… she couldn’t help but trust the Magma manipulator more than she would dare trust the Herald. Not as much as she had Owen and Aaliyah, but there was definitely some trust in place.
As Raven continued tapping a finger on the wooden surface she began to think back to the very beginning of her plight in justice for Owl kind…She had lost sight so long ago and yet it was only in dancing with the Grim Reaper that she could bring herself to accept her lost cause. As her thoughts drifted between the past and present, her finger slowed until it drummed no more. Her clear, unblinking finally shut tightly and a small moist droplet leaked from the corner of one and trickled mournfully down her cheeks. As Raven moved a hand to wipe away the annoying, tickling tear, the face of Cheani popped into her head unannounced. It was the perfect recall of his expression as their selves and their respected teams began to vanish from Old Exire not a week ago. Such twisted and pure hatred had danced in the man’s unnerving, yet beautiful, eyes. It had been then that Raven could see the resemblance between Cheani and Roulin. She was half tempted to forget her plight in fighting Roulin again and simply go after the elder Owl. But, after battling with Roulin for so long now Raven felt like she owed it to him to allow him the blessing of her presence once again on the battle field. Besides, there was that little twisted promise they had made…
Beside the French woman sat an unopened bottle of wine. It was an expensive bottle that her father had once declared he would try at least once in his life time. Needless to say he never got to taste the bitter sweet white wine…A bottle had fallen into Raven’s hands by chance after their return to New Exire. She had found it undamaged amongst rubble and burning bodies. Taking pity and not wanting to see it go to waste, Raven had picked it up and taken it back to her office. For a week it had remained perched on her desk but tonight she was going to open it and taste its contents while paying tribute to her deceased family and team members. Ah, she only hoped that the wines taste would be fitting enough for such a task…After the toast to the dead she would drain the rest of the bottle and force herself into a deep slumber…A sleep that would make up for all the missed hours of rest and peace.
It was in her sudden need of a glass that Raven remembered her trashed office. In fact the only items intake still seemed to be she the desk and the bottle of wine. “So much for a toast….” Shrugging it off, the blonde tired beauty opened the bottle of wine and took a small sip. It was sweet just as she had expected, crisp and as fresh as the spring air. Oh! It almost reminded her of her dear mother! This wine would have been a perfect gift for the kind Adele…A hard lump burned angrily in the back of Raven’s throat as she gripped the bottle tightly in her hands. So suddenly she had reverted back to the days of her childhood; A young child craving her mother’s embrace and soothing words.
With a heavy sigh, Raven drank from the bottle for far longer than her first time. She caught her reflection in the bottle as she pulled the bottle away from her pink lips. She was still so young yet…she had aged somewhat. Her complexion no longer had the sun kissed hue and her eyes no longer seemed to sparkle. Her lips had remained their same sensual pink selves despite the tightly drawn skin surrounding them due Raven being underweight. With a small laugh, the blonde female turned round and flung the bottle across the room, only feeling satisfied when it shattered an spewed its contents over the carpet.
((UNS---Daryle))
A beautiful baby boy with sea green eyes and a mop of dirty blond hair smiled gazed up at Daryle. The child’s wide green eyes were startlingly familiar. Well, they were the double of the boys fathers’ eyes. Chase William Saxton had been brought into the world weighing in at an impressive 8lb 9oz. Daryle had joked that it must have been due to all the milk that Erin had been drinking throughout her pregnancy, though his wife’s reply to that had been ‘How would you know when you was hardly ever around?’ Well, Daryle couldn’t blame his wife for being so angry with him still. After all, he had missed his second child’s birth because of work. He had tried to explain to Erin why that was but she just couldn’t seem to understand at all. It was hard for someone who couldn’t comprehend the war of Owls and all the trouble those involved faced. How could Daryle have known it had been Serena calling him back then in Old Exire in an attempt to yell at him that his wife was in labour? Still, Erin was once again not pleased with the former Breezy Owl…
Now the fledgling Fire Herald sat alone in some strange part of the world, New Exire to be exact, while he stared down at the photograph on his cell phone and hating the ways things had turned out. The birth of his first son had been over shadowed by the death of the Satan Owl, William DeScythe. He hadn’t been the one to break the news. Sebastian the ever loyal butler had done so in the privacy of the mansion everyone had been staying. Everyone had reacted just as Daryle had expected, well….save for Serena who had remained eerily quiet. But the blond male had approached her bedroom later that evening and swore he could hear the broken sobbing of a grieving person. Dinner the next night had been the last time Daryle had been able to catch a glimpse of Serena as she entered the study across the hall from where the others sat.
Rubbing sleep from out his eyes, Daryle flipped his phone shut and stood up. He stretched his legs and arms while looking up towards the sky for the briefest of moments. He knew that soon the war would be over for good…How he knew was unknown to even him. He just felt that everyone had had enough of all the fighting now and that they like him wanted nothing more than to return home and be with their families or even start a family. Daryle’s own young family was slowly crumbling apart and so he only wished to be with them as much as possible before…Erin asked him to leave.
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Posted: Fri Oct 05, 2012 8:31 pm
The silent ticking of the clock once again filled the room, and the frigid crisp air seemed to resonate the soft rhythm. Kojiro stood silently as he stared through the foggy window. He lightly placed his hand on the window, watching ice gently crawl around his fingers. The room was dimly lit there were some dirty dishes and most pictures were placed facing down, he could no longer bear living in the past....even when that alone was one thing that kept him stable. Kojiro started absently until something caught his eyes. A corpse staring back at him, a dull lifeless blue eye was gazing quietly at him, hidden in the view that the window provided. Kojiro stepped back and looked at himself, he noticed that he could not make out the figure in the reflection anymore...one moment, it was a cold figure, bearing the Necklace of Nol in plain view...staring coldly back to Kojiro, both hands glowing brightly, overflowing with horrifying power. Then next...stood a malevolent creature, brimming with unyielding rage. It wore a broken smile that seemed to faintly cover the horrid thirst for blood. Both hands were covered in jagged layers of ice that looked as though they had been dipped blood, the creature slowly brought one of the razor sharp edges to his face, and greedily licked the crimson away, letting some of it trickle down the corner of his cold lips. He grimaced and blinked, then...another figure appeared.
"I am going to continue on...and even if that means I only get someone by my side in my dying breaths...so be it...that's all I ever wanted...revenge is not all I am worried about...war is my least concern...I just want to be with my family!"
"That is, nor was it ever, a f*****g family! You are a goddamn solider in that woman’s army! That is all you will ever be!"
It wore a tattered coat, bruised battered and blood strewn all over the ground like he was dragged along the concrete. The pathetic being simply got to their feet and looked ahead, their eyes had no sign of life, simply glazed over and stood idly. Like a puppet...simply a dog moving forward at the command of their master...willing to obey till they were broken beyond any repair. Voices from the past began echoing lightly as they crowded his mind, cringing at the commotion, suddenly the lightly crawling ice around his fingers shot around the window, freezing it entirely and completely hindering any clear view...obscuring anymore hallucinations.
Despite all of this, it was nothing new to him, he would always be haunted by such indecision and attacks of his past experiences. He had become so numb that it would only annoy him, he let out a tired sigh...no words could describe what went on in his mind, Raven was locked away and even he refrained from trying to speak to her. He silently looked at a small beaten box, the faded glint of something could be made out from the tears and wear it had been through. It sat quietly at the end of his table. He was informed that orders were to being passed from Timothy and Soliei for the time being. He did not question it anymore, he did not even hesitate when he needed to silence noisy situations...He no longer worried about discerning innocent from guilty...he simply killed who he was told to and carried out the tasks given to him...silently working amongst the ranks....as another soldier in the Fallen Phoenix...no longer uttering words such as family. In fact, he almost refused to speak anything more than words of acknowledgement at this point.
Staring at the frozen barrier, he silenced his thoughts for the day, he had heard enough...the subtle ticking of the clock once again dominated the room...Kojiro stepped past the box on the table and reached for his coat, once again tucking his necklace under all his clothes. There was work to be done, his personal battles were now a nothing more than hindering shadow that simply followed him, He would feel himself deteriorate as his war raged on...but in truth he was not concerned...after all...what would happen?....would he die?
Of course not...History shows that a Hearal'd fate is much crueler...
More important matters were at hand anyway.
Kojiro slowly opened the door and stepped into the fresh powder outside...When not used in combat...Ice and snow was both graceful and beautiful...when sharpened to a point....it was still graceful and beautiful...when driven into the heart of an opponent...it is graceful and deadly...
He looked around at what was once known as New York..everything seemed dead and simply void of spirits...this was what we were fighting for...meaninglessly destroying everything and ending lives...shows of force were plenty...and everyone was fighting for something they thought was right....and ceasing what was wrong...
He did not care. He no longer cared about anything anymore...his role in all of this was a tool...like a sword or shield...he had no voice in this world...nor the power to change it...all he could do was hope the one wielding his power did. Used... sharpened.... used.... damaged... repaired...and then so on...until....ultimately...he would break. He would then be tossed aside and then replaced with another....a Herald or soldier. It was not a fate he would fear...it was one he could finally be at peace with. There was nobody around him, nobody to fear...perhaps this was his path...know his place and simply follow the one brightest lit....
Kojiro let his tattered cloak dance with the cold air yet again, as he stepped away from the complex he began heading down to report to Soliei, he and Timothy spoke of something to the rest of the Fallen Phoenix...words of closure and conflict where hidden in the whispers amongst the ranks. He made his way down the street...it could have been defiance...since his loyalties originally lay with Raven, or sheer lack of will...but he took his time, as he strolled down the frost coated streets of where dreams once were...and instead..stood New Exire.
((Edited))
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Posted: Sat Oct 06, 2012 7:53 pm
"It's been about a week, and yet these ashes still remain here." Bitingly cold flakes of snow had begun to fall in profuse amounts over the past week. It was evidenced by the white and grey piles that had increased staggeringly in size. Even now, more and more of it continued to fall. The snowflakes that would soon melt after landing atop the shorter male's hair slipped from them. As if it were a race, they all fell to the burned church's floor. "Even after death, this man remains rather resilient. Even his ashes refused to be buried by the snow and forgotten by time itself. Deceptively marvelous..." The pair of soft, almost remorseful azure eyes turned away from the pile of ashes that once formed the man he'd hated with every fiber of his 5'4'' being. His attention displaced, he took in the surrounding which was just as desolate as any area his eyes could see now. It was disheartening, but it was war; Another element of this man's life he was more than accustomed to. Soon, his sights were placed on the blonde killer whom held Che's deck with a vice-like grip. The Herald smirked and following that was a tug of his coat's collar. The other male was nothing but a dog with a brain to this elder. Many times in the past, he'd expressed that very thought to the magma manipulator at his side.
"Is that your goal? To end up a pile of ashes that refuse to blow away like coals in the wind?" scoffed Soliel, the sole reason why no snow seemed to accumulate in his and the Herald's area. "If so, that's a goal I wouldn't look after if I were you. Surely someone like you would want to live for as long as they could. Possibly more if you can assure it." The black shearling coat that covered the Fallen Phoenix was soon unbuttoned. His dark red tie was left to whip in the frigid, New York wind. Along with Timothy, the holder of the third piece of this puzzle, Soliel stared at the pile of ashes with a kind of intrigue and curiosity. From what he'd heard, this pile used to be the Satan Owl until he was burned to death by the man by his side. The curiosity didn't stem from that pile at his feet though. No...rather it arose from this place. During the walk, Soliel recalled asking several times what the purpose of coming here was. Soliel soon recalled the answer that was given several times.
"You already know." Timothy hadn't ignored Soliel's comment. There was no need to respond to it because like Soliel, he should've already known the deal. His response was to his ogling of the pile of ashes at his feet. The Herald couldn't help but smile at the younger male. The man was a revolutionary. He was smart and well-versed in the ways of way, but in many ways, he still lacked the vital knowledge of the world. Needless to say, this was only something that could come with age and no matter how much knowledge the man could accumulate, there was no other way he'd attain it. Briefly, the two men looked at each other after Sol's attention was drawn upward by Tim's voice and was kept by the grin that tugged his pink lips. "You already know why we're here. If you don't know, then just look forward."
"Yeah. Just listen to your owner and look forward doggy."
At the sound of the voice, the red of the man's eyes seemed to deepen as the lids of his eyes leveled in a kind of annoyance. Even Timothy could feel the change of the man's disposition as the air that fell from him felt warmer than average. "It's obvious that no one has ever told you that you were obnoxious, Presidiomni. Painfully obvious."
"Man, you have no idea how many times I've heard that word. You also have no idea how many times I've heard people speak like you. With that...'Oh, look at me guys and how...16th century I can sound!' Give it that s**t a rest Pompompeii." Before bending down to pick up the card that now had the soul of his mentor and father figure William DeScythe in it, Cheani managed to piss of the molten man. Seeing the anger in his eyes and feeling the heat that poured from him brought a relaxed grin to his otherwise impatient look. This resulted in a rather smug facade. In reality, he was fearful of the deck that was just in the man's left hand. Immensely fearful. If it hadn't been for this leverage, Che knew that he would've killed Soliel already and be making his way to Tim.
The light purple hues filled with some regret when he assessed the situation that he'd possibly worsened with his mouth. Ah...but then there was Timothy. This white-haired old, young man of a Herald wouldn't permit Soliel to crisp his deck. Not right in front of him anyway. If that were to happen, he wouldn't get Victoria, the Herald of mind. Soliel wouldn't get Timothy's cooperation in lifted Exire. Che, of course, would be without his pride and joy...his weapon of mass destruction. The Italian licked his lips, then curled the bottom between his teeth. This was a situation he wished never to confront, but he was here now. Will was in his right hand and the grasp of the stinging winter air was in his left. Sol had cooled himself as he too must've realized with that peabrain of his that charring Che's deck would've resulted in his immediate dispatch. The middle-aged man sighed a heavy, burdened and reluctant sigh before crossing his grey sleeved arms. "Alright boys." he began as a corner of his lips twisted returning to him his signature scowl, "What's on the agenda today hm? Is this where I tell you that I know this is pointless and that you won't get away with this because me, Roulin, Lucien, Cecilia and Will will kick both your two asses and Raven's in the end? Did I mention that Cerbs may swall--"
"No." Timothy interrupted with an expression as serious as his light-eyed glare. "This isn't where we listen to your hollow threats. This isn't where we make promises we can't keep anymore. This is where we conduct business. This...is where we end our war."
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Posted: Sat Oct 06, 2012 8:42 pm
In a very abandoned hotel on the outskirts of the very much deserted New York, a certain young couple broke apart and collapsed on the queen sized bed in the dark hotel suite. The couple was none other than Cecilia and Roulin. The young sapphire toned Herald pushed her silver wavy tresses away from her face. Her skin glistened as she tucked the sheet around her tall and lithe form and turned her body slightly to rest her head against Roulin's shoulder.
Cecilia had suffered minimal injuries during the battle and the injuries that were slightly more serious did nothing to hinder her performance in bed. The injuries that would leave scars were in places that could easily be covered. The young woman lightly tugged at Roulin's long raven hued tresses playfully and smiled. "How much noise do you think we made?" she asked teasingly. If their "neighbors" wanted piece and quiet, they could have gone to another room down the hall. The hotel was abandoned so there were plenty of rooms. Cecilia wasn't about to be quiet for anyone.
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Posted: Sat Oct 06, 2012 10:06 pm
The New York air whipped at the skin of Amara. So much had happened in such a short time and they were still no closer to ending this war than the last time they were all together. She sat on the window ledge, sitting in her nightgown and taking in the cold air. She was thinking about Aiden of course and how she missed him, she also knew that she needed to have a proper sending off of her only student, Vincent, the young teen who died by the manipulation of her mother.
Climbing back into her room, she threw on some sweats and grabbed a bag of hers. It had some of Vincent's remains in its contents, crystalized of course and in shards. Walking out of her room she began to walk down the hallway. Seeing that the stairs didn't exist in this abandoned hotel, she looked towards the walls, getting a feel for it. Sending a heavy telekinetic push, she broke a hole into the wall, as she walked out and descended upon the ground. She wanted to see Lucien...she wanted to see her son...and she needed to survive this to be able to tell the next generation of Owls. She began to explore the debree and wreckage that was New York City to search for a place to discard a few of his remains, the rest would be preserved when she opened her school.
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Posted: Sun Oct 07, 2012 9:16 pm
((Cerbs - Wherever Che Is and Will - You Can Guess Where --> Inside a Card ))
A blonde man was curled up on a comfortable king size bed with luscious red satin pillows and unbelievably comfortable sheets. Such were the vague descriptors of the universe's most comfortable bed. "I'm tired..." the man mumbled as he turned and then flipped under the covers. Yes, sleep was just so enticing for the moment.... his throne was comfy too, but this bed was much better for sleeping... Perhaps, Noel had been right. It had been too long, and it was truly time for a good rest....Mmmm..... f*** you all, I'm going to sleep. Thomas had been taken care of and was enjoying his new "abode". Noel was...not here, and well... "life" was good....except he missed his bunny.
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CRASH!
"What the f***"
The blonde man had found himself making impact with a hard surface face down. Gone were the plush pillows and the comfy cushions of the bed. Gone were the familiar sensations of being where he had been before. Gone were the things that were recognizable. In fact, the grey eyed man didn't have a clue where he was. Everything was dark and empty, and he couldn't sense anything physical in the area. Just emptiness. He however could pick up the familiar aura of his student. "Alright ---what just---"
"Alright boys. What's on the agenda today hm? Is this where I tell you that I know this is pointless and that you won't get away with this because ---"
The blonde's question of where he was had just been answered. Implicitly. That meant no more sleep. " @#$#$%$#!!! CHEANI! WHAT THE ********?! YOU LITTLE! WHO TOLD YOU TO PRESERVE ME IN A SH*TTY PIECE OF WIMPY PAPER! ARE YOU THAT F**KING DESPERATE? WHY THE HELL HAVEN'T YOU #$%#$^$%^ FINISHED THE DAMN MISSION YET? STILL YAPPING? YOU'RE STILL NOT DONE YET?" He was referring to the rest of Che's speech to whoever it was he was talking to...and yes, William DeScythe was ranting even as Timothy began to speak. The former Satan Owl was most definitely not pleased with being inside a card. Unfortunately, as Will had passed, the abilities stored in the card were that of Will's original Owl abilities, one of which was sound. As a result, Will's voice was rocketing through Che's mind.
"Did I mention that Cerbs may swall--"
Even as Che mentioned a certain hell hound's name and Timothy cut Che off, Cerbs the adorable three headed hellhound, currently taller than all of the Owls present, charged in and paused by Che, licking him with two heads and then trying to snatch the card containing Will from Che with the third head. Because of the misty area, all anyone could really see of Cerbs was maybe a shadow and his glowing red eyes. Cerbs had gone to Japan to comfort Serena and earn steaks from her. He had also gone to visit a several blonde men, one of which he had to facepaw at because of the man's choice of a name for his son. And now, he had come back to bother his master's student.
F*ck. He could sense Tim's aura rather nicely now... the Herald had recovered very well. "Cerbs, you stupid dog! Stop it." Slobber was getting over the card, and it was eeking to inside the card. The dog was trying to get Will back, but this was no good. Bad timing.
"This...is where we end our war.""
Yup. Bad timing for Cerbs. "Go gnaw on Tim, Cerbs," Will mumbled sarcastically. "Fine, Cheani." Will's voice had softened. He had calmed...but he was definitely still simmering. However, he would help his student through this situation. "I'll help you with this, but you know how it works. Cerbs, straighten up. We'll deal with this papery situation later."
As if hearing Will, Cerbs stopped trying to lick Che and stealing the card, standing up to his full height behind Che so it seemed that large silhouette was behind the Mastering Owl. A low growl rumbled from Cerbs' heads.
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Posted: Mon Oct 08, 2012 12:01 am
~And here we go. Time to hear this little s**t lecture me on how 'it's time to end the war'. Mercy, this little p***k is so goddamn lucky...~ Like a good little boy, Che stood quiet as his elder prepared his speech. He was already cut off by him mid speech, so what was next was to be expected as an inevitability. What was most unfortunate in this matter is that Che couldn't retailiate in anyway lest his deck be burned to smolders by the blonde idiot clutching them. Looking down at them, the Italian noticed that the palms of Soliel's hands were sweating and profusely at that. Like a collector to some kind of rare edition of toy, game or more specifically, card, Che couldn't help but stare at the mistreatment of his deck. ~Look at this simpleton ******** here. Just...what is he thinking?! C'mon Soliel! If you're going to hold my cards...at least put them in something! AWAY FROM THE SN---ugh.......I'm going to make myself sick here...~ The cards were just cards. Frangible. Able to dampen. Easy to rip. The elder Presidiomni had to tug at the collar of his dark turtle neck beneath his jet black peacoat. He was fearful for their safety, but there was not a damn thing he could do in this moment. He was left to suffer...
On and on, Che stared down at Soliel's hand. There was no reproach in his eyes either. Regardless of whether or not either man could see how much he wanted that set of maybe forty of fifty cards, his ogling them would serve to them a reminder that there was more than just a deck of cards hanging in the invisible clutches of choice. A baited breath passed through the dried lips of the former Night Owl as in his head, he continued to let curses pour like heavy rain. ~C'mon guys. Seriously? You can't make a deal with someone using tainted merchan--~ Without warning...in a flash...all of a sudden...a dazzling blast of complete, indeterminate noise shattered the Italian's concentration like a rock through a window pane. It was only for a second that Che realized just who was speaking to him, but due to the man's heightened volume, his mind was immediately 'shot'. Che jerked before Timothy and Soliel once to the left, but soon returned with a replaced expression. His face was voided of all emotion and his eyes seemed to stare onward into infinity. As another side-effect of the sonic blast ripping through his psyche, Che's head tilted in the direction of the wind. If it weren't for his closed mouth, he may have started to drool as well.
Timothy watched the scene before him unfold knowing full well what had just occurred from start to finish. Soliel, who flinched when Che jerked away as if being struck, couldn't feel the emergence of Will's all to familiar aura. Because he died, he was no longer the Satan Owl, so his diminished and weakened aura didn't have that demonic bite to it. Good. "Your antics won't lift you from the grave you've toiled so long and hard to dig. For once in your miserable, pathetic excuse for a life, you're cornered with no way out. Trapped helplessly in the grasp of an outside force you cannot combat but only succumb and conform to." The light and airy childlike timbre as well as the soft, glaring hues of the shorter male's light azure eyes contained a fervently lucid seriousness never before seen or felt by the two men gathered with him. Though this man spoke triumphant words, they were not of a gloating sense. Timothy Av Choque lifted stared rays of intent into the medium purple eyes of the Herald of Mind's current protector. It was in his razor barbed glare that Che could see the source of his spiteful, venomous words. "It's been centuries Presidiomni. Mere centuries since I've last had to force you into a corner within your own self-made prison of circumstance." The Herald wanted these words to stick with this man for the rest of his discontented days and remain etched into him markings seared on by a burning knife.
The pastel haired electromagnetist buttoned the uppermost pair of buttons atop his jacket then released a heavy sigh that stung chillingly the light pink folds that were his papery lips. Stepping back part ways to align himself with the blonde heater again, Timothy figured it was time to cease loading Che with euphemistic 'I told you so's and get down to business. Clearly the Italian was ready as well. All the while Timothy spoke, he noted that Cheani never lifted his eyes from his deck. This alone was enough to inform the ruthless Herald that any threat from Che would be at the very least verbal. In other words, the man considered to be one of the strongest Owls alive was but a minimal threat now. Timothy feared no harm. At the same time, the Herald hoped Che felt the same. Soliel as well. They were all now pieces to a much, much larger puzzle.
"Alright children," began Timothy as one his delicate hands arose to stroke his bare, dampened chin, "As I said before, we're all aware why we're here. If we aren't, then you'll soon enough know. I have something that Soliel as well as the rest of the Fallen Phoenix want. You, Presidiomni, have something I want. The Fallen Phoenix has something that you want Che." The Herald of Electromagnetism understood the competence level of each of the two other men. They seemed to understand, but the Presidiomni seemed to only stare and stare as if completely vacant mentally. Timothy understood the many quirks the man had and paid it no mind. After folding his arms, continued his explanation. "If you, Presidiomni, give me Victoria, then I'll give this gentleman here Exire. If I give Soliel Exire, then you'll have your deck back safe and sound. The choice here is yours to make Presidiomni...Presidiomni?"
~Will, I can explain alright? I just need you to...kinda shut the hell up for a minute or two alright? Seriously man, I will not be able to think or even--WHAT IN THE HELL!!??~
In the time the Timothy had taken to explain what would soon be known as the Triangular Trade, a snow owl freed from a nearby zoo landed atop Che's tilted head, nipped at his hair and flown away. Along with that came a moment of silence followed by Cerbs appearance next to Che. Again, Timothy was unfazed by all of it while Soliel's eyes flicked with suppressed surprise. The red-eyed stare Ceberus delivered through the fog did unsettle the Herald a little bit. It wasn't enough to elicit a reaction in him as it did his cohort. When the dog licked Che with a tongue so sticky and wet and lifted the man about a foot from the ground, he came back to his senses and smacked at the dog missing in the process. "Noel have mercy my soul! Maestro! Does this damn slob factory have to show up wherever you are!? Godd-...I'm sooo sorry Timothy. I heard you and your little deal by the way. Just let me get myself cleaned up here and then I can try...eeewwww...gross!! I can try to get back with you..."
"By all means, take all the time you need Presidiomni. All the time you need."
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Staring into the chipped fractals of hotel suite's ceiling was the troubled Life Owl Roulin Presidiomni. Only in this brief moment did he find himself anywhere near the shape of relaxation he found himself envisioning day in and day out while he found this never ending war. Beside him lay his closest friend and lover Cecilia Charmers. It was only a week ago that the young Owl couldn't stand the thought of not fighting or not being out on the field taking away what people treasured the most but would carelessly toss away. Their lives. Partly, this week was used by him to reflect both upon himself and the choices he'd made recently. It was obvious from the position he was in now that something had given way. Looking over to his left, he found the cloud like tuft of mottled white hair and the source of the soft silken voice that spoke out to him.
"We? Hmmm. Probably not as much as you made by yourself dearest." replied Roulin with a light chuckle to punctuate. As the minutes floated idly past, the young man found himself stroking a few of the scars Cecilia had attained over the past couple of months. Some of them he healed inadvertently, and some he didn't. The Herald wasn't in need of his help, but that didn't explain why he'd erase some proofs of her battles. The Life Owl was far from tense. He was far from mindful. He was relaxed in this moment and didn't want it to end for anything. After placing an arm beneath the woman's waist, he pulled her closer and kissed her forehead before letting the ticking of a nearby clock fill the room once more. Only once did the silence subside and that was for a reluctant sigh from Roulin. This quaint moment of reparation, apology and forgiveness would soon die and again, they'd both be back to killing in the name of a lie.
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Posted: Mon Oct 08, 2012 10:27 am
((Will and Cerbs))
"Oh, you shut up, Che. You had me facing you, and you were so clearly ogling the f***ing deck, Cheani. You'd probably be drooling if I didn't wake you up. You stupid. You just lost any potential leverage there by expressing your longing for that crappy pile of paper without batting an eye." Ok...so maybe Che would have been drooling in one form of another whether it being sonic blasted by his mentor or staring at the deck of cards being assaulted by Soliel's sweaty hands. But still, the point was made. The former Satan Owl sighed. "Silly boy, don't call Tim a dog god."
As it seemed Che was struggling with slobber, Cerbs lifted a giant paw and swiped it down Che's face, removing some of the slobber. The hell hound than stood ready and watchful like the Hound of Baskerville, only more intimidating. And yes, Che was back on the ground with two feet.
Will's voice was now very level and calm and not close to ear shattering in the least as he began to offer advice on Tim's proposal. Yes, he was lecturing Che just as how Tim had, but Che would be used to being lectured by his mentor. "Tread carefully, Cheani. There's a lot of generous assumptions to be made here in order to reach the conclusion that a war would end by such a simple single deal." So, Will didn't really care about Victoria too much as a single entity, but he doubted Tim would just stop his side of the war because he received Victoria. With just Sydney, Gaeta, and Tim left as old generation Heralds, Tim was going to have to fill a nice gap if he was going to carry on the Heralds. There was a great deal of animosity between the new and old generation Heralds at the moment, and Will knew Tim still had goals he wanted to achieve. Vicky was just one "herald" Tim wanted to get rid of. Mind had to go in the Lightning Herald's mind. That much was obvious as Body had been destroyed by the Gigwhatchamacallit Pistol. With the former Great Four and most of the Heralds gone, Timothy with the most experience leading would no doubt find it opportune to use a second opportunity to implement a new order of some sort. Where the f**k is that lazy Gaeta...
"Think about what they are fighting for, Cheani. The war won't end here with this deal, and I know you know that everyone here knows it except a certain one who hopes for it. " If the Fallen Phoenix gained Exire, if they became peaceful, the rest of the world still wouldn't accept them for all the damage done. Fighting was inevitable. In addition, TFP was out for vengeance. Unless that vengeance disappeared, fighting was still inevitable.
Sure, gaining Che's deck back would give Che more power individually and potentially boost his team's overall power, but it was invitation to continue fighting.
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Posted: Mon Oct 08, 2012 4:31 pm
((Serena))
The wind bit and irritated any expose skin, its ferocity only intensified by the snowflakes that it carried towards the ground. It seemed the snow must have been falling in this particular area for a few days now as it had built up by a good few inches on the ground. What was more annoying was that it seemed not many people ventured to this part of town; this meant that the snow was unspoiled and that nearly made it impossible to walk at a decent pace. However, when fuelled by pure determination, it seemed as though the snow was no obstacle at all. You continue trudging forth because you know that at the end of the path there was something or someone there, waiting for you. Though, this wasn’t quite the case here.
Serena had been walking for a good few hours now and due to the snow covering everything in a blanket of white, it seemed like she was walking in endless circles or on a treadmill. But, this clever little albino knew otherwise. She knew damn well where she was going and wouldn’t rest until she had reached the place she simply needed to be. The complex she had visited during her original stay in New Exire. Back then she had never been filled with dread or fear for what she may find inside, but now as she currently was, she couldn’t quite fight away the nagging feeling that this idea of hers had been a foolish choice. But like earlier when she had thought to return back home, a vision of Kojiro waiting for her floated before her eyes. That was all she needed to keep herself moving.
The snow seemed to reflect the white haired woman’s’ current frame of mind; blank, cold, bitter, a never ending blanket of mixed and mashed up memories and regrets. It had only been two weeks since she had last smiled yet her mind right now couldn’t even begin to process that one simple action. Though most would prefer to keep inside and in the warmth when the weather was being so unforgiving, Serena found some relief in the wintery embrace. It numbed her exposed skin and kept her mind of other nagging pains. Such as the dull ache in her chest that had been a raging force only three days ago. Her silver eyes that had once burned with the heat of a thousand suns were currently plagued with tiny red rivers caused by lack of sleep. Though how could she possibly sleep when facing endless nightmares in which a shadow threatens to suck her down some dark crevice? When even in her dreams she cannot see the one person she needed to see the most?
The wind shifted and changed direction, bringing dark grey clouds to replace the old ones with it. For a moment, Serena stood still and watched the swirling mass in the sky. Her hands though very much numb, clawed at her oversized coat and pulled it tighter around her swollen stomach. A baggy hood was doing a fine job of keeping her white long tresses of hair tucked away and even offered her face some sort of shelter from the freezing temperatures. Though even up the hood didn’t stop her cheeks from becoming a charming shade of pink or her from lips and nose turning red due to the cold air.
Serena’s choice of footwear had seemed like a good idea when she had first set out, though the large boots grew heavier with each step she took. Perhaps she was beginning to push her limits, but this woman was too damn stubborn. She was only thinking about reaching a certain someone before that person to, left her. And despite her current condition, Serena had neglected to sit back and wait for the war, which had claimed so many already, to be over. She would never forgive herself if she thought she could do something to save Kojiro from becoming even more disconnected from the world.
Deep down Serena knew just how angry Will would have been if he could see her now. In her current state there was no way he would have allowed her to step foot back in New Exire. Though with a bitter sigh, Serena knew that he was no longer around to tell her what to do. He hadn’t been around for two weeks and he was never going to be around to tell her anything anymore. While back when she was 18 and had wanted to escape the blond idiot…now she only wanted back those blasted years by his side. To not allow herself to waste a single moment and to have a second chance in which she didn’t hold back. A fresh emotional lump rose in the back of her throat and she was momentarily overwhelmed to an point where she couldn’t quite breath. Her hand reached out shakily and fell onto a side of a building which offered her strong support. It was as her silver eyes narrowed in pain and frustration that she first saw a lone figure heading her way.
The familiarity hit Serena like a force of nature. The way the person held their selves, the length of their casual stride, that aura that kept most people away. Not her though. She stepped out onto the path and kept her head bowed ever so slightly towards the ground. Her lips trembled along with her knees and hands and for a brief moment she thought she may end up falling to the ground. However, she managed to find some courage deep within herself. She licked her dry lips once and spoke in clear soft voice, calling out to the lone Owl “I wouldn’t choose this path to walk if I were you…” She indicated the way she had just come with a wave of her hand “That path was empty and offered nothing but past mistakes, regrets and loneliness… I know because I walked it…I tell you now because you can still avoid it…” Slowly, Serena raised her head. Her hair was still tucked away out of sight but her startling silver eyes stood out against the vast white back drop. “Hisashi buri desune…Ne, Kojiro-Kun?”
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Posted: Mon Oct 08, 2012 10:07 pm
 Ҝѻjῐrѻ Ίʐɑѻyѻῐ═━┈...The Border of Dreams┈━═The Fallen Phoenix 【╳】 xxxxxxxxxxxx㊌ The Frozen Owl....㊌ ╔═══════ Kojiro continued walking until a figure stepped into his path, he intended to walk around it until they started to speak...the voice was oddly familiar, but when began speaking of a path. At first he thought she was speaking of the snow covered road he was walking in until she mentioned loneliness. In instinct, even Kojiro knew the pain behind hearing someone's "advice". She knew his name though...and speaking...Japanese? Voices from the past began ringing in the back of his mind, like a subtle commotion, his lingering shadow began to plea for attention. Kojiro did not have any time for games. He silenced his distractions...the past was dead and gone. Kojiro turned his attention to the figure in front of him. The snow shifted slightly....and like a provoked creature, the Ice began to grow and move, even the ice he controlled had a melancholy aura to it...in a flurry, several knives began to float around him, and shards of ice shot up around his position, and the beginnings of a scythe began to float behind him. Kojiro's mind was intent on completing a mission...This woman stood in his way alone and knew who he was....she was obviously not any ordinary person...she was a threat to their assignment.
Kojiro held his open palm towards the hooded figure, his eyes reflecting the cold bitter winter, and the ice around him posing no mercy, "I have no time for your words...I have been through with words now...You are in the territory of the Fallen Phoenix...New Exire, It would be wise of you to leave here...but that is your choice...If you try to attack me or any other personnel I will kill you. But I am not here to waste any more energy with the likes of you....so i will only say this once..." The ice around him seemed to tighten up and move rigidly as they all pointed at the figure.
"....Move." 【 ✘】 ═══════╝
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Posted: Tue Oct 09, 2012 3:21 pm
((Serena))
The difference in the young Frozen Owl since Serena had last seen him was off putting. Was this what she had helped create? A boy who was as cold as the ice he wielded? Serena’s heart lurched deep inside her chest. It called out to Kojiro like he was a life line. Her left hand twitched instinctively when the knives began to take form behind Kojiro along with the makings of a scythe. She was, for once in her life, completely free of weapons. Due to her current burden and lack of willpower the albino woman had neglected to bring along something that would only remind her of what she had lost only weeks ago. Her left trigger hand stilled after it was reminded again, more firmly this time, that it had no need to reach inside her pocket for there was nothing there it could hold onto. Nothing there to guarantee her survival. Not only could she picture Wills un-amused face by this point but she could also see the frowning face of her old flame, Hitonomi…
“Then you will make time, Kojiro. I know damn well what city I am currently standing in and I know damn well what will happen to me if I chose to fight. I am unarmed. I come here with nothing but what I am wearing and I know now…how it is you feel…” Despite the warning that Kojiro had given, the Vanishing Owl remained firmly rooted to her spot. She didn’t flinch as the ice tightened and aimed towards her. She didn’t even batter an eyelid when he spoke his last word. “You will hear me out…” Serena’s response to the ice manipulators harshly spoken words were spoken just as softly as earlier yet they cut through the ice like a sword of fire. Perhaps after working with Will for so long had made her immune to such commands and icy auras? Or was it that her current emotional state made her numb beyond belief? Whatever the case, Serena remained unflinching.
With slow movements, Serena reached up and pulled down the hood that masked her face. At once, her hair which was as white as the snow itself flew upwards and broke free with the wind. She smiled, and raised her pale face upwards till it was levelled with Kojiro’s. “It has been too long…Kojiro….” She braved a step forwards but by this point she had raised both her hands to show that she was of no threat to the younger male. “You know that I would never raise a hand to you…I would never hurt you…I wish you no harm….So please…please lower your weapons…Koji-Kun…”
Serena took another step forwards leaving her hands open in front of her. She knew she needed to take it slow and that any abrupt movement would ‘spook’ the male into attacking. “I needed to see you….I needed to know that you are alright…I needed to tell you to---” Her silver eyes burned bitterly as fresh tears spilled forth and burned a cold trail down her cheeks. Tears which she had tried to hold at bay for a long time now “Stop fighting….”
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Posted: Tue Oct 09, 2012 4:28 pm
Ҝѻjῐrѻ Ίʐɑѻyѻῐ═━┈...The Border of Dreams┈━═The Fallen Phoenix 【╳】 xxxxxxxxxxxx㊌ The Frozen Owl....㊌ ╔═══════ Kojiro narrowed his eye as the figure refused to move, Kojiro reared back as the knives spiraled into a formation. Becoming irritated at this fool's words, Kojro fired a barrage of knives to silence them. But as soon as the knives went screeching toward their target, something happened that he did not expect. The face that was behind that hood...
Serena.
Knives began exploding in midair, turning into floating crystals of snow, some tumbled and shattered onto the ground and some stuck into the snow, dead silent. All near missing and breaking apart around the Vanishing Owl.
Kojiro's hands shook, the Scythe behind hims trembled and broke in two. He could not believe what he was seeing....nor what he was hearing. Everything once again came crashing down around him. Everything. The moments that he remembered spending with her, up to those parting words she left with him as she stepped away with Will....and now this? Nothing was making sense.
Kojiro placed a hand to his forhead in a desperate attempt to calm the headache forming from the confusion, "...No...no harm....hurt...." Kojiro repeated, he was trembling, this made no sense "...You left...what you told me...there was no reason to come back!" he grunted as he stepped back at the pain inside him ,"...This has to be....some sick joke!....ITS NOT FAIR!" he growled. Suddenly ice once again exploded around him, this time it was jagged and ill formed. Kojiro struggled to keep his composure...but the shock was too much..he had once again found a path to quietly follow, and this rears is head. Kojiro was spiraling towards the realms of disbelief, Ice continued to rocket upwards, destroying anything in its way, small crates or piercing cars. Suddenly the makings of a small dragon was even appearing behind him, even a golem of ice was stepping forward. Kojiro's powers were beginning to backlash at an alarming rate, he was venting it as much as possible before it began harming Kojiro himself. Just as the dragon and golem began to move, chains of ice spiraled up and restrained them, the ice was acting of its own will...sharing that of Kojiro's raw emotion, it wanted to wipe everything out...remove whatever was causing this pain at the same time Kojiro could not allow his powers to completely go unhinged.
Kojiro grimaced and looked forward,"...It can't be...its...no....you are a fake...a spy! some kind of informant! Serena would never come back....she would....she would never...." Kojiro choked on his words, "....LEAVE...DISAPPEAR!" he cried out....desperately clinging to his sanity at this point, the pain he felt before was now almost resurfacing...mixed with the torrent of confusion and pure delirium. Kojiro turned his attention to the figure in front of him again his hands dropped to their sides, his eyes dead and once again void,"...go away...I am going to wipe you off the face of this world...trying to infiltrate New Exire with such a guise..." he almost laughed, like he was looking at some cruel joke...a spy that was using gathered information...preying on Kojiro to get passed him and into the heart of the city , "...Koji-kun?...he is dead..long dead...I am The Frozen Owl of the Fallen Phoenix! Kojiro Izayoi!... Following the orders of Timothy and Soliei I will fight until the a World of Owls is truly realized as our leader Raven sees fit...or I die trying to facilitate it...YOU WILL NOT GET IN OUR WAY!" Kojiro darted forward, the beasts of ice roaring in pain, and every step he took to close in on the spy Ice burst from the ground, like his very stride angered the winter landscape. Kojiro's eyes once again narrowed as he created two frozen knives, slashing towards Serena in a vertical and horizontal slash, creating a frozen cross. 【 ✘】 ═══════╝
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