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Post by Jack on Jul 11, 2005 19:06:14 GMT -5
(Kyi\\Finch) BioDiesel had carefully placed Finch up against one of the castle walls. The light winds stirred her awake as her hair fell into her right eye. Twitching slightly, she--on instinct--searched for her star. Before she began to fret, she pulled it from her jacket pocket, then held it between her fingers as always.
The recent events then came rushing to her. Xandii had taken her star, though she had it now, and she had passed out. Now, fretting, she glanced around the castle walls, looking for Diesel. He was hard to miss, bulging out of the side of the wall directly across from her.
Finch hauled herself up, weak from the battle, and slowly stumbled over to BioDiesel. She felt odd, addressing someone--they usually would come to her and she would address them then, otherwise she kept to herself.
She inched towards him, clearing her throat and readied it to speak for the first time in months. Then, in her odd tone of voice, she quietly slithered out the words : "What happened . . ." Her voice was distant, and seemed to echo as she spoke, leaving BioDiesel in a slight daze until the echoing ceased.
Recovering from the daze, BioDiesel blinked a few times, gathering that Finch had actually spoke. Without questioning her on her speech, he told her of Xandii's death and how her star returned to her. She wasn't sure whether or not to continue talking, and decided to keep it to herself that she didn't know her star could return her when she was unconscious. Simply, she nodded to him in thanks, though her face stayed blank. Shakily, she took her seat at the wall neighboring his. Being weak at the moment, she felt vulnerable to the winds and placed her arms in her lap, clutching her star against her side and tightening her jacket for warmth.
As Finch tried to recover her will and energy, she noticed her left hand was still bleeding on the topside. Her palm seemed fine, but the blood was still rather fresh and hadn't scabbed over yet; the pool of blood settled in her palm did have some dirt and dust mixed in it. The top of her hand wasn't gushing blood as it was earlier, but still trickling small drips from time to time. She dug her good hand into one of her jacket pockets and pulled out a white rag-cloth. First, she dabbed it gently on the tip of her tongue and cleared up some of the blood around the cut, as to not let the blood cover her hand completely. She then tied it around her hand--covering her other wound, as well--and tried to tie it a little tight, but not enough to make her hand pulsate and turn purple. Finch found it ironic that her worst wound was made by her own weapon. Her cheek was still rather puffy from the blow she had taken earlier and badly bruised. What other wounds she had gotten she had forgot or didn't feel. She was used to small batters and scratches, thus not noticing them as well as her bleeding hand and throbbing cheek.
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Post by Jack on Jul 11, 2005 19:07:09 GMT -5
(Fett) BioDiesel looked with a certain sadness at the battered young girl. The throwing star wound in his side still clutched his breath with icy fire, and he felt impossible weary from just one simple battle. He'd lost his weapon, which made him feel considerably more exposed then losing his coat had. I wasn't ready for this..
The giant man stood and looked for the last time at Finch, the wearily looking girl who looked so young. She was leaning against the cold stones of the low wall just outside Limbo's fortress. Finch had tiredly gathered her jacket about her and was gazing out across the bleak landscape in thought. BioDiesel turned, and walked away without a word. There had been a bond between them, a comraderie, during the fight they had been drawn into. BioDiesel didn't know why she was down here in Hell, but as it was, he couldn't bring himself to patronize her into accepting God into her heart. What fragile bonds of faith I hang from..
Downcast, BioDiesel followed the upslope, across the band of sandstone where the fight had began, through the dense forest, and left Limbo behind him.
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Post by Jack on Jul 11, 2005 19:07:38 GMT -5
(Fett) Silver, the color of an Elemeleon prince. Why Biodiesel was thinking of silly fairy tales from his youth didn't matter, as the thoughts were comforting and somehow fairy-tales seemed to have more credence then before, now that he had traveled through Hell. Just as the passage between Purgatory and Limbo before, after going through the gates he had fallen into a deep sleep, and woke on the other side. The dim leaves and dull hues of Purgatory weren't in the least spirit-lifting, but something in the taste of the air did a little to cheer the giant man up. It was fresher here, somehow. The corpse of the minotaur he had passed by before had been stripped to the bone by forest scavengers, now indistinguishable from a common cow, although the prescence of cattle in Hell would suprise him.
Walking upward through the forest the light at the top of the mountain was visible, and filled his weary frame with strength again. When the dry leaves of the forest gave way to the snow he stopped for a moment to bathe, taking off his sweat-stained shirt and rubbing handfulls of snow over himself, removing the tinge of dust the winds of the second level of Hell had given him. Feeling refreshed, BioDiesel ran snow through his hair until it was wet, while by no means clean, certainly felt better. He found to his dismay that the cross shaped burn wound at his side had broken up and was seeping blood lightly, which could be a problem. After his cleaning he slipped his shirt back on over his damp skin and trudged through the snow back into the ancient town.
waiting for him, sitting on a low wall which surrounded the first of the buildings, was the brown-tunic boy he had met before. The lad looked suprised to see him, as it was the first time anyone had traveled upward from Hell to the little town. The boy hopped off his perch and trotted down the snowdrift towards the huge man.
"Sir? You're returned from your crusade?"
BioDiesel looked at the boy sadly. "Some things aren't meant for meddling, boy. A lesson I could've learned more painfully, but the Lord carried me through the ordeal." That said BioDiesel reached out and shook the boy's hand, noticing the rosary didn't burn the boy in the slightest. A good sign.
The town seemed more alive then before, as the villagers were out and about in the daily struggle to survive in the harsh environment of Purgatory. Carts were pushed and grain was moved, repairs were made to the shabby houses and all the faces were set grimly to their respective causes. I need a drink, BioDiesel thought. The small church with the narrow steeple and glowing cross stood open, and BioDiesel thought wise to pay his respects. The place of worship was empty save the elderly minister, who seemed happy to see him again. "The son has returned!" he exclaimed, enveloping the larger man in a hug that BioDiesel found awkward. The boy followed BioDiesel down the aisle of pews with another old man in tow. "This is Geion, our doctor of sorts, I asked him to see you in the event you should return, but It appears you're unscathed." BioDiesel wordlessly lifted his shirt to reveal the cross shaped burn that seeped blood. "I was saved countless times by the cross."
The minister had BioDiesel lean back on a pew as the doctor cleaned the burn and began sewing the wound shut. "I see you still wear your rosary," The preacher beamed. "And that you used it in the face of evil," BioDiesel interrupted, "I used it..I used it where the word of the Lord could have prevailed, a used power to extinguish evil when I could have lit it with the light of God..I failed here." The minister frowned knowingly. "Not all are easily converted, and under the circumstances.." BioDiesel gave out a small cry as the doctor snapped the excess thread of the last stitch and stood. "You'll not want to be opening that wound up again anytime soon. I have some herbs that will stop the bleeding here that you'll need."
BioDiesel lowered his shirt gingerly over the stitches and took the boy by the shoulder. "I'll need you to take those herbs, and some food, if you can find it, to the castle in Limbo." The boy's wide eyed gaze was enough of a response. "You'll find naught evil there boy, there is a young girl who took quite a beating there." He pushed the boy out the door of the church to go about his task. Accepting a handful of the leaves from the balding doctor, he pocketed them and kneeled with the reverend by the altar to pray.
After several hours BioDiesel stepped out into the snow of the town again, wearing a tattered cloak given to him by one of the townspeople, who were beginning to regard him as a hero of sorts. Many had stopped in to pray with him, and after a full meal and many thanks, he left the town and strode up the mountain to the portal where this had all began.
The burning iris of twisting flame didn't frighten him in the slightest; it was merely the end of a long nightmare he'd been having, a failed trip to Hell and back. Without a second thought he stepped into the portal, silently voicing, "Amen,"...
OOC: To Hell and back and all I got was this stupid T-shirt.
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Post by Jack on Jul 11, 2005 19:08:07 GMT -5
(Kyi\\Finch) Finch's eyes slowly closed, the last thing she saw being BioDiesel walking off back to Purgatory. Hours later when her eyes reopened, a small boy was tapping on her shoulder. She turned her head at him, her blank expression smudged with sleepy-ness.
"Did you fight with the metal man with the cross?" The boy looked at her with an excited twinkle in his eye, but he looked rather pathetic and sad to Finch.
She pushed herself up the castle wall, glancing at her wrapped hand. She nodded gently.
"Wow.. Well he wanted me to bring you these herbs," The boy took out some leaves from his pocket and handed them to Finch. She shifted, stretching out her legs, and took the leaves. Looking up at the boy, she gave him a small, quick smile. He returned the smile, then handed her her weapon. Finch's eyes flared. "Don't be mad, please," he said, noticing her anger. "When you were still asleep I thought it might be cutting you. And .. I wanted to look at it a bit. I didn't do anything to it, promise." Finch tilted her head at him, raising a brow, then pocketed both the leaves and metal snowflake.
"Is it alright if I look around?" Finch shrugged, glancing over at the floiage that people were still hiding under. The people had lately been staying behind the bushes and other shrubs, not only because of the supposed coming fights, but also because of Finch's presence. They all mainly felt she got mad rather easily and was just a tad dangerous. For them, at least.
The boy looked up from Finch, glancing at all the walls. "I should get back to Purgatory." He bit his lip, then gave Finch a quick little hug and ran off through the makeshift door in one of the castle walls.
Finch twitched at the touch of another person in a non-fighting way. Mumbling quietly to herself she took out the leaves again. Carefully she took off her white rag on her hand, which was now red, and gently mushed the leaves into her wound. After doing both sides of her hand, she re-wrapped it with another rag, then took the remaining leaves and chewed them up. She swallowed some of it, then took the rest, which was almost like a liquid now, and rubbed it on her bruised, swelled cheek. Assuming these were good herbs, she would be fine in a day or two. Just with a scar on her hand.
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Post by Jack on Jul 11, 2005 19:08:27 GMT -5
(Kyi\\Finch) The day had passed by quickly, as Finch had spent the entire time snoozing. Her muscles ached and yearned to move again. Staying in the same place without motion wasn't doing them justice. She stood, wobbly at first and a tad dizzy, then balanced herself and clutched her weapon. The grasses rustled as a small breeze blew by, sending Finch's silver blue-tinted hair to twitch across her face. Gently, she brushed the strands out of her eyes and glanced to Hell's second level portal. Her violent side urged to go through, just to see if anything was going on. If there wasn't any happenings in the second level, there sure was to be in the lower ones. She could always continue to those if the second was plain.
Another breeze blew by, but came from behind. Her hair flicked across her face again, covering it almost entirely now. She waited for the breeze to calm, then put her hair back into place. Her eyes shut slowly as she inhaled deeply. She took in the scents; they were stale, but sweet. Mainly of fresh, breezy air and sweet, tender grass. The only thing her nose seemed to itch for then was blood. Her eyes darted to the portal again, and all of her reluctant feelings washed away. No need in sleeping all day when there were possible fights going on.
Finch rolled her head to the left, pleased once her neck cracked. She then rolled it to the right and did the same. Taking her steps precariously towards the portal, she stared at her weapon. Perfectly clean, but it seemed rusty. She fussed with it, turning it over, checking for any rusting on the metal. There wasn't any she could see, and even if there was it probably wouldn't have been a problem, but nonetheless, her weapon was her friend.
Weapon between fingers, she stared through the arc, looking through the swirling blue color and into the second level's land. The winds swirled as did the blue color, and the dust roared around. It seemed she hadn't been there just two days ago, with Xandii and BioDiesel. She hadn't been thinking about the things around her then, only to get rid of Xandii. Now she took it all in. Though the winds were vicious and brutal, they were still magnificent to stare at. She shook herself from her trance and told herself the land wasn't a painting but a death ground. Calmly, she stepped through.
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Post by Jack on Jul 11, 2005 19:08:54 GMT -5
(Onizuka) A watery onslaught assaulted Onizuka as he slinked into the Maledictory wastelands. Reeking brackish water hailed down from the furious skies and tore the soft ground, the fallout of the storm which claimed both the second and third levels of Hell. Numbing black water ran from the marshy puddles into small, sickly streams which passed through the fourth level and eventually fed the Styx. Onizuka's paws sunk into the muck with each shivering step he advanced, and his striped tail was curled between his legs. His fur had matted together and soaked with water, and all he could do was blink his pale green eyes furiously into the torrent of filthy rain-drops, clutching the bleeding feathery box he had discovered in Plutus' Palace.
It had been no secret to him that Tenia claimed this circle as his own, the Tenia he had slain in life and hunted in death. Mortal enemies wasn't an encompassing word enough for the mutual intensity between them. But what had happened here was not something a Lord of Hell could have done out of mere hatred..
The Maledictory wastelands had once been home to the gluttonous, their corpulent forms twisting in the freezing pools of disgusting rainwater, forever pummeled by the eternally stinging rain. But no more. No souls could be found suffering in the shallow puddles of the third level of Hell. Onizuka warily swept narrow field of vision the rain allowed him with his bright tiger eyes. With a low growl the enormous cat sloughed through the water with quick splashes, feeling a sudden chill that had nothing to do with the freezing water. Lightning cascaded through the sky and in a brief flash Onizuka could see that the horizon was deformed by a host of sillohouttes. Thunder reverberated through the bones in Onizuka's tiger form, and the hair on Oni's neck stood at attention. Winking to existence in pairs, the glowing gaze of several hundred Hell hounds found the trespassing tiger.
Onizuka froze for a moment, as the multitude of eyes stared back to him like a starry night. He growled lowly behind the small box in his jaws. With a spring of well coiled muscles, Onizuka leapt into a full out charge, just as the static sea of still Hell hounds burst into frenzied action, sweeping out across the marshy plains in a vast wave. Another spark of lightning bit through the sky just as Onizuka and the first line of Hell hounds met, allowing him for an instant to see the hundreds of individual shaggy forms that contained the hellish eyes. Then there was nothing but fur and fangs as with a sickening crunch he met the ranks of Hell hounds. Unable to tear back at the multiple beasts which savagely tore into his striped fur, Onizuka leapt clear with the box gripped in his teeth, several hounds clinging to his frame by their fangs.
He landed gracefully on another mob of frenzied hounds, bearing several under the shallow black water with his enormous paws even as their fellows fell upon the gigantic tiger, a maelstrom of burning yellow eyes and flashing teeth. Unable to force his way past, the orange and black Onizuka leapt again, a flash of lightening revealing his stripes nearly hidden by dozens of bleeding wounds. The hounds fell on him more quickly as he landed in this group, whether because his wounds were binding his motion or if he had fallen into a particularly nasty pack. Withdrawing the idea of sprinting to freedom through the army of Hell hounds, as soon as his paws hit the shaggy dead beasts he leapt again, leaving only a bloody signature upon the hell hounds as he bounded through their ranks.
Leaping from place to place was taxing, however, and before Onizuka could comprehend what had happened he found himself face-down in a puddle, the feathery box pushed down into the mud. At his sides and on top of him Hell hounds raked his flesh with their tearing paws and ripping teeth. All at once a rage spilled up from the human side of Onizuka, bubbling forth and filling him with adrenaline. Onizuka released the box in the mud, momentarily freeing his jaws, and shook the beasts from his back. Arching his back, the tiger roared, revealing his enormous teeth to the Hell hounds. The tiger spun, swiping Hell hounds across their fellows with powerful paws, sending up spashes of numbing water into the lightning-lit sky. The horde of hounds halted momentarily to regroup, and Onizuka took the moment to bite one of the dogs cleanly in half, the poor beast flailing its legs to no avail as Onizuka pushed his nuzzle through the flesh and retrieved the feathery box the hound had stood over.
Two more leaping bounds carried Onizuka out of the sea of Hell hounds, where his sprinting gait left the creatures nothing but kicked up streams of brackish water in their faces. His superior speed was short lived, however, as tigers were never designed for long distance running. Having gained a considerable lead on the army, he slowed and began slinking through the short reeds that grew, skirting the freezing puddles when he could and alert for the baying of the hounds as they approached. The tiger felt something dead and foul tasting had been swept into his jaws along with the feathery box, but he couldn't take the time to sort them out. He was almost clear of the wastelands.
As the rain begin to thin and Onizuka could hear the patter of his own paws on drier ground, he turned back to look at the roiling storm that was the third level of Hell. Tenia's swirling gaze of twin vortexes stared back at him as the vulture demon swept through the sky, swollen with several hundred generations of souls. It's time to put the past, Onizuka thought as he met the vulture demon's gaze, and this ridiculous feud, behind me.
Putting action behind his sentiments, he turned and stalked away from the Vulture lord Tenia, crossing the thresh-hold of the third level and almost purring with satisfaction as the mauling winds of the second level of Hell swept across his fur, drying him. In the marshy pools of the Maledictory wastelands, several hundred Hell hounds turned their muzzles to the sky in unison and howled, feeling the fury radiate off their master, who for all his rage didn't dare leave his circle of Hell. The tiger's enormous paw prints filled with water and eventually were washed away by the torrent of rain that besieged that level of Hell.
~Continued in the 2nd level of Hell.
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Post by Jack on Jul 11, 2005 19:09:17 GMT -5
(Kirisima Vierge) Kirimisa batted his eyes quickly. The sudden lack of light around him worked against his sight quite powerfully. Gaining a little more vision, he glanced about the area. Grim and desolate were words that came to mind. The chill of the storm caught him off guard, and he wrapped his tan cloak about him a bit tighter.
Sitting up was a thought that finally occurred to him, and the Vierge righted himself. There were figures about him, but he couldn't make him out. "I hate human eye-sight." He couldn't hear his own voice. Suddenly his ears processed the horribly disturbing sounds around him. The sounds of people in the worst humilation he could imagine. Vomitting, screaming, guttural moans of denial, and odd sloshes and thumpings came from all about. When his vision cleared up a bit, he wished he could be blind again. Invisible attackers, indicated only by the harsh winds and rain, were doing questionable things to what seemed to be innocent people. No, not just questionable; these people were being raped, torn at and anything else he could think of that was God-awful. "Where the blorg am I?!"
The face of one of those victims appeared before him, and he yelped in surprise. It was a young man, late teens probably, and Kirimisa could only imagine the torment he was going through. Not used to such insanity, he immediately stood and ran away as fast as he could. He ran and ran, feeling the storm tear at him, hinting at what it was capable of, what it could do to him. When he finally ran out of adrenaline, he heeved, catching his breath. He also shuddered and shook in near shock.
"Is there some divine being who can hear me that hates me!? Where am I!?" His senses flashed, and Kirimisa's face spun. Someone had heard him, unlike the deaf tortured souls around him. Their actions had ceased, as if he'd run across an area in a dry spell. However, there were others here. "Roo, can you smell anything?"
The creature cooed from inside its pouch. "I smell a rat."
Kirimisa sighed. "We're not here for food, I doubt. I think we've landed in the middle of some wild dimension rift that involves rape by hundreds of invisible things."
"I was talking in code, but apparently you're as dense as ever. A rat. Creature that is sneaking around." Roo kicked his master in the gut.
"I could easily unsummon you, little runt."
Roo shut up.
So not only is this Molestation Centre, but it's a rat cellar. I am so jazzed about this. Kirimisa focused intently on any sound that might jump up above the downpour of distant screaming. There were footsteps, but they were not distinct in any sort of way. No specific direction to them. He'd have to sit and wait.
"I am not a patient man, so whoever is there, show yourself."
Roo kicked him again.
There was a clang. Very distinct. The Vierge looked for its source, then ran towards where it came from. It was a shoe. No, a pair of shoes. Hanging on a tree. Hitting a nearby branch. Kirimisa realized how jittery he really was. "This place sucks, and I don't belong here. I really hope someone is out here that I can..."
He tripped. Over a corpse. A fresh one. "Sweet Lord, what happened here!?" Closer inspection revealed it to be a battered law enforcement officer, a woman with red hair. Her weapon's clip was spent, as was she. "Apparently, nobody belongs here."
Roo burst out, not content to be hefted around. "Whatever got to her..." The foot-long whelp, looking like a miniature fully grown drake, crooked its head about warily.
"Right. Keep you lungs full, Roo. Things could get very unpleasant."
NRP: Showing up this late can't be forgiven, but I'm here. Let the games begin. To bad Vierge is human, and about as vulnerable as Xandii. So, I guess, let the chase begin.
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Post by Jack on Jul 11, 2005 19:09:35 GMT -5
(Onizuka) Hunger. A boundless, raw force which fuels nature's unending cycle of eating and being eaten, of nourishment, decay, life, death, and all matter of things in between. Hunger was desire, lust, will, the driving force that determined what was strong enough to seek out its own needs and what was not. The most primal and base of needs took blunt hold of Onizuka's mind and the loping tiger began searching for the raw scent of it's need. The air in this level churned and battled furiously against the apathetic ground, molesting the sinners who trembled there, tearing with grinding sand and void of anything that smelled edible to Onizuka.
Here and there dusty cyclones clawed the ground, raking the stones clean and tossing the screaming dead about with a soundless roar. The infernal hurricane was a simple yet fierce engine of destruction, harboring some of the heaven's more destructive forces while maintaining a simplicity of design that was cause for admiration. It was pure, unbridled chaos that swept the ground and hammered the stone, a twisting mirth of broken and dark cloud that never slowed or rested. Passing directly under it was an act that merited cautious consideration, along with a stout constitution and patient mind. Merely trotting under the eye of the wickedly toiling storm would result in being instantly plucked off the ground and rended into shreds by the air currents which chaotically twisted and buffered against one another. In fact the center of the Second Level of Hell was a smooth three hundred meter wide basin carved perfectly over an endless eternity, one grain of sand at a time. Onizuka's furred frame was slunk low to the ground, edging forward while attempting to claw its way past one grinding step at a time. Passing directly underneath was instant suicide, of course, and Onizuka had opted to arc around the center of the storm as close as he could to shave hours of traveling the long, safe way around. In retrospect, a regrettable decision.
After several hours of painstaking crawl across the smooth stones, Onizuka had passed under the center of the storm and found himself on the outskirts of the eyewall. With a dry rasp, which issued past the feathery box which had unfortunately propped the tiger's mouth open to the winds, Onizuka leapt from his crawling position and attempted to sprint away from the storm's pull zone. In a moment of blind terror the winds lifted his body, and his pawed feet scrabbled desperately for purchase of the stony ground. Biting down and nearly crushing his delicate prize, Onizuka regained his footing at great strain and ran from the storm's center stiffly, his muscles trembling. Far from the event horizon of the hurricane, Onizuka managed to a small alcove of wind-shaped rock and dropped his trophy, quickly laying on top of it and curling into an orange and black ball to rest.
He was woken some time later (time is very relative in Hell, when it passes at all), by the howl of the wind passing through the small alcove of rock and slighting against one of the twisted and bare trees that somehow had managed to survive where the winds were less fierce. Curled serenely against the winds, Onizuka contemplated for a moment resuming his human form, but for all his trepidations couldn't find a suitable reason to be wandering around Hell naked in human form. Taking his box gently back into his teeth, he stretched his feline muscles and wandered out of his small alcove in search of something to feed on.
The scent of blood became suddenly and readily apparent, snapping all of Onizuka's senses into clarity and binding his stomach. Tracking the scent in the shifting winds even this far from the core of the storm was difficult, and it was some time before the enormous tiger found the source: A bloodied and torn scrap of thick cloth, which was draped across the slender branch of a twisted tree. The blood wasn't very fresh, but it's alkaline afteraffect in his nostrils brought Onizuka to think of machines somehow. Onizuka snapped his head and froze, hunkered to the ground, in a way that only cats can manage. Motion. A man was standing among the boulders below and to his left, untidy locks of hair blowing haphazardly in the disturbed air. The excess cloth the man wore also seemed a momentary cause of aggravation, which was apparently vented on the odd lizard the man was talking to. The man looked slightly desirable but the lizard was simply delicious looking, a morsel just the right size and compostion for tenderly ripping flesh and leathery skin..
Clearing his head of such thoughts with partial success, Onizuka, who while standing on all fours was a foot taller then the man, managed to lay with a fair amount of comfort between two boulders, overlooking the pair from only about twenty feet away. Onizuka tucked his bleeding, feathery box deeper into the crevice and settled down to watch Kirisima and Roo. The pair had set up camp next a headless body wearing dark clothes that were trimly cut and adorned with a brisk manner of buttons, rank, and a badge that shone dully. Nearby a red haired head sat, eyes unblinking, it's punishment in Hell apparently fulfilled. Kirisima struggled nearby to uncurl the hooked blade of BioDiesel's rifle, which he had already attached to Xandii's staff. Done bickering for the moment, the small dragon lay nearby and watched disinterestedly as Kirisima crafted his scythe.
Hunger finally taking hold of him, Onizuka hunched slowly from his blind and slinked down the stone face towards Kirisima..
OOC: Don't know why, but I wasn't in the mood for thinking up dialogoue for you two tonight. Onizuka's a tiger and can't speak, so don't sweat over that one. I'd like to come back and add a conversation here but I'm not really sure what you and your familiar would talk about, so..just assume they were talking for now. Oh and good luck on the whole not getting eaten thing.
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Post by Jack on Jul 11, 2005 19:09:54 GMT -5
(Kyi\\Finch) As Finch stepped out from the portal she found herself in the midst of a few twisted, dead trees. She stared at them, falling into a slight trance again. Dead trees had always intrigued her, especially ones like these. Their branches twisted and knotted; they reminded her of arms almost, reaching up into the sky, but something always took them and tied them tight to each other, preventing them from reaching up. Looking away, she turned her gaze forward. The trees then seemed to part, and spread out more vastly across the level. One of the trees, about twenty feet away, reminded her of the fight with Xandii. And there she lay, her bloody body and her head only a distance away. But there was another body. A man, crouching down to look at Xandii's corpse. She tilted her head as she examined him and his belongings. A hilt of a sword poked out from his side, and a small dragon peeped out from one of his pockets.
"Obviously she died from being beheaded," the dragon told Kirimisa.
"But by whom? The winds?" Kirimisa didn't take his eyes off the body until Roo began to speak again.
"Most likely, considering that's the only current violent thing I see here."
Their voices continued to echo into Finch's ears, but she waved them away in her mind as a low growl lurked into her ears as well. She brought her gaze to where she assumed the growl had came from. A tiger was slinking down towards the man. Its colors were vibrant to her, and amazed her that Kirimisa and seemed to notice the creature yet. Of course, Finch had realized, Kirimisa was an outsider. The tiger, though, was not.
Leaning up against one of the dead, gray trees, Finch watched the tiger lurk its way to the man and his dragon. There were two trees between the tiger and Xandii's body's company. It leaped silently, landing by the first tree with just a light thud. Kirimisa came to his senses now and snapped his head towards the tiger. It growled, grinning and showing its pointed teeth.
"Did you kill this girl?" Kirimisa yelled over the ferocious winds.
Finch clenched her jacket closer to her as the wind whipped at her cheeks. And though the wind was bothering her, she didn't rip her stare away from the tiger and man.
The tiger growled louder, leaping up and landing two feet from Kirimisa. Its grin grew wider, then opened completely and let out a gentle roar. Within that roar Finch sensed its hunger, and Kirimisa had been dubbed its prey. Finch would have taken Xandii's body first, then kill Kirimisa and save his corpse for later. But, perhaps, the tiger was too hungry, and perhaps it was begging to kill.
Kirimisa unsheathed his sword, glancing over his shoulder to make sure Roo had made his way safely to a tree. Roo coiled himself around one of the less twisted tree branches, and watched, not noticing Finch inching her way towards that percise tree.
The tiger leaped yet again, slamming his body down on Kirimisa then biting harshly into his shoulder flesh. Kirimisa kicked, sending the tiger rolling off to the side. It quickly gathered itself, standing then turning back to Kirimisa grinning. He rose his sword at the so-called beast, and yelled at it words Finch couldn't make out as the wind had begun to lash louder for a moment. She had made her way to the tree Roo was in now, and quietly crouched down at the trunk.
The tiger was now roaring as it ran towards Kirimisa. It knocked Kirimisa down, and took the advantage to rip at his lower leg. It poured with blood, but Kirimisa took no notice and stood hurriedly. The tiger backed up as the man's sword came near its face. They stood like this for a moment, the tiger growling, Kirimisa trying to ignore his wound, and the wind lashing and roaring around them, sending sharp dust into their eyes and skin.
Finch, all the while, continued to crouch and watch with curiousity. She couldn't recall a time when she had seen a creature like a tiger fight a man when the man wasn't hunting.
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Post by Jack on Jul 11, 2005 19:10:31 GMT -5
(Kirisima) The pretty boy was gone. The roars coming from the Vierge were nearly as loud and threatening as those of the wildcat. As the beast rushed Kirimisa again, he quickly changed his center of balance. Judo time. A swift motion tossed the cat into some nearby deadwood in such a way that all threat was avoided, claws, teeth, weight and all. Still, his balance wouldn't keep. He had to tend to his right leg. Carelessness leads to wounds. Foolish move. Now given a chance, however, as the tiger scrambled for footing amidst the dry, crumbling timber, Kirimisa rushed over to his little campsite and snatched up the scythe he'd assembled, sheething his sword along the way. The sounds of the beating paws signaled the fast approach of Oni, but the man was ready.
SHHHHNNNNGGGG. The sound of the very air being cut struck out over the roar of the fighters and the storm, and the rune-riddled weapon nearly took off the cat's head. It reared back, instincts and reflexes saving it yet again, but didn't pull its right claw back quickly enough. Blood poured profusely from the palm-placed wound, a very painful and unlucky place to get caught. The scythe rolled along Kirimisa's fingers and arm as if made of loose silk. Things were different now.
The orange mass charged again, pain calling out its anger. A few quick finger motions of the Vierge's free hand caused electricity to spark about his palm, and he clutched his new weapon with both hands. The energy travelled and layered over itself in moments, assisted by runes that made every inch of the sickle and handle extremely conductive and great at conservation of energies. The threat posed by the sudden flash gave Oni incentive to slow down for just a moment, long enough to make Kirimisa believe he would stop.
Another mistake, and the beast trampled into the man's legs. The wound had already been closing, what with the healing tattoos scattered about, but it was still fresh and painful. Roo took that as his incentive to break out and make his presence known. The speed of the reptilian raptor's flight was a marvelous display of giving physics the finger. The blue flame erupted from its internal furnace and tore out, surprising the tiger quite powerfully. The beast was thrown and scorched like a ragdoll, and almost didn't follow its catness, barely landing on its feet. The whelp hovered over the Vierge, its eyes fierce and, to most fangirls, cute due to its size. "If this thing has nine lives, I'm leavin'."
The tiger rose up, its matted fur burned in places, but it looked otherwise more annoyed than hurt.
"I'm leavin'."
Then, on a whim that couldn't have been more untimely, the light from Kirimisa's weapon caught Finch's eyes, for a moment making her face clear as day to the rune master. "Who--"
WAM. The tiger tackled him, clamping down its jaws around his left arm. When there was no blood, and a rather familiar taste, he rolled with the blow and leapt away, agitated. A rune shield, right on the arm he was going for. Lovely. Of course, the jolt against his hunger brought Oni's attention to Finch's scent as well.
And the dilemna: what now?
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Post by Jack on Jul 11, 2005 19:10:53 GMT -5
(Kyi\\Finch) Noticing that she had been seen, Finch ducked behind the tree and pressed her back against the trunk. She heard Oni and Kirimisa make some crashing noises and skids across the dirt. Turning her expressionless face to a smirking one, she peeped out from behind the tree, this time from the other side. Oni was hauling himself up from the ground, as was Kirimisa. Roo was a few feet away from Kirimisa, still facing the tiger and waiting to throw more fire. From Finch's assumptions, she couldn't let this tiger die. He seemed important.
Turning her head away, she ran the scene she wanted to happen through her head, then began to take off her shoes. Looking at them, she noticed the laces were tearing badly, and the fabric inside and out was ripping. She tossed them carelessly to the side, glad that the wind muffled their landing. Quickly afterwards, the wind carried them off, whipping them around in the sky. Finch tilted her head at her socks : they had tons of holes, and she was surprised she was actually wearing them. She tore them off as well, sending them into the wind.
A roar let out into the air, much louder then the vicious winds. Then a scream of rage, then a crash and a skid. Finch took the chance and peeked out again. Kirimisa had skidded back from the force of the tiger's plunge. The Vierge was now wrestling to stand, while the tiger was wrestling to keep him down and tear him to pieces. Sloppily, Kirimisa swiped at the tiger's front with his fist, smacking his head to the side. Oni hissed, sending spit into Kirimisa's face. Finch stifled a scoff. Kirimisa wiped his face hurriedly, then whacked the tiger again, this time sending him across the dirt and hitting the tree Finch was behind. She instantly rolled backwards, head over feet, and came to a stop on one knee. She stared at the tiger blankly, then flicked her eyes to Kirimisa who was now rushing up behind Oni, Roo at his heels. Finch then rolled forward the same way she had rolled back, this time landing on her hands. She rolled diagonally, as to be at length with Oni, but off to the side. Her feet stood in the air, her weapon shining between her toes. In a blur, she was a few feet from Kirimisa. Finch then pushed her hands hard into the ground, flipping her seven feet into the air. Mid-air, she flicked her weapon from her toes as she came to a horizontal position. Again she landed on one knee, pleased to see her weapon in Kirimisa's side. He clenched it, ripping the weapon out and letting it fall onto the ground. The snowflake twitched, kicking itself up and back into Finch's waiting hand.
Onizuka had turned in the process of this, watching Kirimisa get hit, and glancing towards Roo.
Kirimisa checked his wound, her weapon had barely gotten in. Another rune barrier, perhaps a weaker one, had been there. Finch scowled at the small amount of blood, but was slightly impressed. Plus, she didn't have to clean her weapon, and that was certainly a good thing.
The Vierge looked up from his wound to find Roo scampering towards Oni. The tiger batted the dragon away, who skidded back in reply, and let out a small spurt of fire that reached Oni's snout. He roared again in rage, his nose being a bit sensitive, then charged at Kirimisa. Kirimisa blocked Oni's leap at him with his scythe's hilt. The tiger slid down the blade, missing the edge and avoiding wounds. Oni then plopped onto the ground, then gave a quick swpie instantly afterwards, and tripped Kirimisa over. His own weapon planted itself right above his knee, forcing him to scream.
Finch had taken care of Roo as best she could. She wasn't ready to kill an animal like Roo, so took an alternative of sleep. She had quietly sung to him a lullaby, and he was now quietly sprawled out by a tree's trunk. Finch strode out away from the dragon and over to Kirimisa's body. She lingered above him and gave him a soft kick in the side she had wounded earlier. He grunted, rolling over, not only to get away from Finch but to unhook his weapon. It fumbled lightly, ripping more skin, but fell out.
"Do you think I'm someone else?" Kirimisa grunted, staring at Finch. He pushed himself up into a sitting position. Finch replied with her blank stare and straight face. "Who do you think I am?" Kirimisa repeated, a little louder.
"I think you're here to make trouble," she hissed, her voice echoing in three different pitches. Kirimisa shook, grabbing his head and falling over. "Headache?" She asked with a twisted smirk. Kirimisa forced himself to stand, he jumped back away from Finch and raised his scythe to her. She grinned, raising her hand up and wiggling the fingers that held her weapon. The light reflecting from the scythe bounded off the snowflake, sending a short spurt of light into Finch and Kirimisa's eyes. Kirimisa shut his while Finch quietly laughed. As the light dispersed, they waited for one or the other to make a move.
During this, Oni had been watching them both carefully, and slinking around them so he could come up behind Kirimisa. Or so it seemed to Finch, who had noticed his paws' shadows. But, she was wrong more then half the time, wasn't she?
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Post by Jack on Jul 11, 2005 19:11:13 GMT -5
(Kirisima) Things were not looking well for the Vierge at this point. Angry tiger, violent psycho chick and an unconcious familiar did not a good situation make. He checked around, making sure to check for ways out of this situation. A rush of wind rustled the clothing, fur and hair of the three combatants as he considered his options. His eyes waved across Roo, and so it began.
Haphazardly, Kirimisa lunged at the tiger, ignoring the lithe Finch completely. Scythe brought back, he swung, letting it slip across his palm and out. Holding it be the end like this severely increased the size of the attack arc, and the wind just happened to play in his favor and keep the momentum up to a decent degree. Still, it was a random act without much thought, and Oni had no trouble dodging it. None at all.
The man of wrath felt something interrupting the path of several raindrops at a high speed. That damned snowflake. Things were different now, though. Kirimisa had a plan.
A minor flick of the wrist, and there was a loud crackling sound. Everyone's attention turned to the sleeping Roo, who vanished in a flash of light. Good distraction measure, unsummoning the creature. Loud noises were always nice diversions.
That wasn't the half of it. The shuriken abruptly veered off course. Abruptly and dramatically. It dug into the ground, its excellent craft shown by how much it continued to spin into the mud. Sadly, the mud wasn't Kirimisa. Finch's eyes narrowed. Oni understood, too, but it wouldn't change anything.
The rain was moving nearly horizontal, anyway. Now it was switching directions completely and erratically. People tend to neglect wind as being an element. Fire, water, ice, electricity, sure, but wind is oft overlooked. Lucky for him. "It's tempest time! Hunker down, 'cause a squall's movin' in!" The gusts were now gales, full on. Trees fell, mud flung, and stuff was generally unpleasant. That's when the K man started to run. The wind was to his back in a peculiar fashion, too. With all this wind to work with, his magic was beyond its peak. For lack of a better term, he was basically flying now. 'This is the sweetness!'
Meanwhile, a disgruntled feline and a quiet, psycho chick were spiralling around without chance to grab footing. They eventually hit the ground when Kirimisa's magical influence range was too stretched. He, on the other hand, had a pretty smooth ride all the way to...
...the third circle of Hell.
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Post by Jack on Jul 11, 2005 19:11:30 GMT -5
(Kirisima) No more wind, here. Kirimisa was walking it, coaxing his resummoned dragon whelp awake. When Roo finally did flicker into conciousness, he was rather agitated and jittery.
"Oh God, oh God, move, K, move!"
Kirimisa's eyes perked, and he gave his companion a puzzled look. "Calm down, guy. What's wrong?"
"ARE YOU BLIND!?"
Kirimisa focused his sight around his current position. There were other eyes everywhere, staring back, like many a scary situation in horror movies. The vague shapes of quadrupeds, likely canines, sifted amongst themselves. Hell hounds.
"Oh, f**k me."
The ground shuddered a tad, and in the near distance, a much larger version of these beasts moved towards him. It had three heads.
"Oh, f**k me sideways."
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Post by Jack on Jul 11, 2005 19:11:50 GMT -5
(EvelynXandii) Xandii by now had spent hours, maybe even days trying to stand. Many attempts resulted in her being forced back to the ground, and the few that did seem to be progress, were just wishful thinking. She gave up trying to stand and just laid down, letting the ties of will bind her. She just lied down and thought about standing, trying to reFighter standing. Then, her view changed from no reason, as if the world was turning without her. She could see straight...She was vertical.
She then looked at her body. Her will was being held in by her body, by the artificial half, and heaven-born half of her soul. She wanted to reach down and grab it, but she couldn't. Exactly the same problem as standing. This could take a while, but since she knew she could make her soul stand, she knew that she could make her soul bend over and reach. It may take a while, but it seemed like she had quite a lot of time to do this...
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Post by Jack on Jul 11, 2005 19:12:15 GMT -5
(EvelynXandii) Xandii released herself, no longer bending by commanding a body that wasn't there, but bending because she could think it happening. Thankfully, this took far less time than trying to unlock the secret of standing in her new ghostly form. She outstreched her hand into her own chest and grasped the light of heaven that composed the other half of her soul. It wouldn't move from her body, but the will was channeling into her rather than binding her. She would be able to pursue the voice yet again if these restraints were lifted.
However, things such as this are never as simple as one would hope. The purity was holding on to her, as if half protecting and half imprisoning. Then she did it, though not as simple as it seems: she broke the will of her soul and it then bound itself to her. Xandii now only needed to learn to walk again.
Learning to walk was only a matter of minutes. No running, or jumping, of anything like that though. Just one foot moving far enough out to preserve foward momentum, and a repeating with the other foot. Flying didn't cross her mind, even though she was basically able. She just never flew before, and so the fundimental desire wasn't there.
She then noticed a man trip over her corpse. He was followed by The Girl...He must be in trouble...but how to help? She looked on hopelessly as he was attacked by some sort of HellTiger, and The Girl lurked, waiting to pounce in a more tiger-like manner than even a tiger could produce. There was a wound on his leg. Then a blow to the tiger. Then some kind of shield on his arm appeared.
And before X could figure out how to help, or if she even could, she decided to follow him deeper into the rabbit hole. As fate would have it, no one had the percecptiveness or the ability to sense her.
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