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Post by Jay on Dec 30, 2016 23:43:37 GMT
Amitiel Amitiel found herself surrounded by demonic beings in almost an instant. Narrowing her eyes, she stared over the grouping of minions. They seemed to hesitate for a second.
Then, one lunged, and she was quick to respond with a blast of light that almost completely vaporized it on the spot.
The beasts started to hoot and holler, as if having found something grand. Which they did - an angelic being. One of their known enemies - and sometimes, prey.
Quickly, they all converged on Amitiel, and the girl spun on her heel to send blasts of light at each of them as they neared. One after the other, the demons were thrown back, burned severely by the light but not outright destroyed.
While Amitiel was a holy being, she wasn't in her Etheric form.
Soon, they all began to converge once more. A swing of a demonic claw was dodged, and a punch returned that knocked it away. An attempt to chomp down on Amitiel was met with a blast of concussive sound that knocked the demon from its feet. She ducked to evade a demon leaping toward her head, and jumped over another trying to trip her up with a lunge.
Her counterattacks were precise - blasts directly to the chest to go for the nexus of energy, as well as small bursts of sound to throw them off guard before she hefted one into the air, following up with a blast of light that destroyed it.
It was obvious that these particular demons were lesser. Anything stronger would require more powerful methods of attack from her. Empyrean angel Neutral Good | Ageless | Genderless
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Post by Beleth on Dec 31, 2016 20:30:43 GMT
Moving to Jin and Fox Demon(Saving Jin~):
Sensing trouble from a mere human. Beleth decided he'll take a look. He made his way towards where this Fox Demon was or whatever it was and looked at the human, Placing his hands in his pockets he took a deep sign. "Fighting a mortal and using your powers. Getting a bit desperate are we? Why don't you fight him fairly. You tricky fox. I'd love to see the outcome of the fight it'll be for my amusement honestly." He took a look at Jin. Human with no talent but his katana. "You scared the human will beat you? Scared that a human has the potential to actually beat you? a Mere Fox Demon. Your race disgusts me." he went on to provoke the fox to fight Jin at his Human form. Beleth stood there as he looked from Jin to the Fox Demon. He held a calm manner. he was really looking forward to Jin a human being the Fox Demon. Man Beleth hated the kitsune.
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Post by Yukirin on Dec 31, 2016 21:56:03 GMT
Despite knowing of her power, the human stayed in place and defended against her with his katana, locking them in close combat. The youkai had to somewhat admire the human's courage in facing her head on with nothing but mortal weapons in hand. Nevertheless, Yukirin did not think too much on it as she pushed her own flaming, cyan blade against his average one. She swung her left hand around, flexing her claws, and lighting her hand with her azure Foxfire. With the blazing claws, she attempted to strike at the human, hoping to both scald and slash him. The revolver was of no concern to her, as she could heal most mortal-given energies. To permanently hurt or kill a Kitsune Youkai, after all, one needed special equipment or Onmyouji powers. She highly doubted that the human before her had such capabilities.
Dark-furred vulpine ears turned as an obnoxious voice began to throw insults out at her. Despite the annoying sounds, sulfur yellow eyes remained focused on her opponent. Regardless of whether or not her fiery claw attack hit or not, she would pull back from Jin and glare at the obnoxious Beleth. She had no idea who he was, but knew that he was already not the brightest one. She was no demon, after all. Was he really that blind? Not every resident of Necropolis was a sort of devil, after all. "You're a noisy one," Yukirin commented in a peeved tone. She had had just about enough of it.
Rushing forward, the Kitsune would attack Jin again, yet with no intention of dealing him any damage. If she so much as touched or grazed him, she would initiate a simple teleportation ability, which would drag him off to her home realm in an area of Necropolis, where being followed was just about impossible. She was only fighting as a mercenary for hire, and for her own enjoyment, really. If it meant she would have to drag her prey elsewhere in order to finish it off in peace, she would.
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Post by Ecclesia on Jan 1, 2017 1:41:43 GMT
The death of Feya was easy for the Daemon to feel from afar. With her enhanced sensory of spiritual beings, she could see the Sylveon's spirit being corrupted by the King of Necropolis as her body was quickly destroyed and made useless. Not only was she now dead in the world of the living, but she would forever be unable to linger in the physical plane, and completely blocked off from passing on. Her fate was to return to Necropolis with Kasvetli and the other demons... and her darkened ghost had no will to say no.
It was an unfortunate fate; however, the Daemon had barely known the leader of Eden. The two had only interacted during official business or when the Sylveon was giving Alice a scolding for some rather questionable deed. As typical, those moments had words going in one ear and out the other. Nevertheless, there was no conflict between the Eden leader and subordinate. Still, it was a same to see the fate she had fallen to. Perhaps it was about time that she stepped up into battle, instead of watching from the sidelines and only killing demons as they dared to approach?
Alice was honestly in no mood to do such a thing, and remained where she was- sitting on the edge of a tall building, overlooking the battle in Sanctuary. She directed her soul-sensing away from the black patella bone throne and began observing the other little details of the war once again. The 'Corruption' of some unknown being was evident, though cliche in her mind. Nonetheless, it was still effective, and amusing to watch various individuals fall to it all. Finally directing her attention elsewhere, the Daemon noticed the strange faraway presence of something she had never seen before... she could only describe it in her mind as 'sunny', and very strange and mysterious overall.
Within the blink of an eye, the spirit phased to her favorite Daemonic form. She was no longer a blonde nineteen year old girl, but a large beast with an odd mix of a vulpine and feline body that was silver in color. Her sclera were amber, while her irises blazed a jade green color. With great speed and agility, the six foot tall creature began to gracefully leap from rooftop to rooftop, avoiding attacks from both Necropolis demons, and beings who mistook her for a demon.
Eventually, the Daemon landed at the first floor of a queer building of the Sanctuary Authorities. She could sense her target inside, and without hesitation, used the strength of her larger body to knock a giant hole in the wall. Alarms were blaring, yet the sound did not faze the spirit being, who shifted back into her human form with ease as she began to walk through the entrance she had created for herself. She allowed her spiritual senses to guide her, and though it was not much of a spirit she was tracking, it was still something that was not of this world, from what she could tell.
It was not long before she found her way into the room of the electric chair and the strange vat of gold on the other end of the room. The being she was seeking was sitting in that chair, blinded, covered, and obviously being tortured. The thought that rang in the strange person's head was heard by the Daemon, who smirked as she listened. After hearing it, she would aim to reply with her own telepathy, in a somewhat taunting, playful, and daring manner. "And how do you plan to make them pay?" she cooed, grinning despite the fact that she could not be seen by the mysterious being. "From what I can see, you're trapped in a chair. Looks comfy~"
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Post by Loner。 on Jan 1, 2017 2:37:49 GMT
SARIVOTH The fallen one hissed as the blade scraped along his forehead and down one cheek, barely missing his eye. It stung a bit, but he'd been through much much worse. He'd landed a hit at least, and that would fester at least until Jasper got it treated. the longer it was left smoking the worse it could become. Not giving Jasper much time to rest, Sarivoth, spun his blade once more, aiming for jasper's stronger side now that the other side was weakened. Sarivoth hoped to draw Jasper's attention in a way that would allow him to sneak in a few blows under whatever defense Jasper might try.
BRUSH her father was focusing on draco. shadow would be fine. he had increased the distance from his daughter with ease, and could be seen rushing to engage the other great dragon, brush however having been delayed was the one to end up caught with another corrupted to deal with. it was larger than the one she had iced, behind her. she sensed it far before she saw it, and didn't need to look around to know at least the size and speed of the foe. she swerved suddenly, twisting around the potential attacker quickly, and so getting a look at it. the sight caused brush to grimace. it looked...sick, but not in the way one normally thought of illness, and reminded her of the thing she'd just tried to fend off. should she ice this one too? she was hesitant.
MOHANCHOR Mohanchor had not expected the girl to be able to fight, and definitely not fight like she was, with power and bright light. it seemed he had way underestimated this female, who had looked like nothing special before. this was good. though his moves were slower by far, Mohanchor could fight without needing to feel like she'd get hit as soon as he turned his back. as she cleared out many of the demons he could focus on a few of the ones who needed a few hard knocks to beat up with his club.
(i'd post with sanctuary characters to, but I'm waiting on a few things)
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Post by Jin on Jan 1, 2017 6:52:07 GMT
He was fighting a losing battle. Fighting was not even the appropriate word. The difference in strength and abilities was visible and Jin was merely struggling to survive. He couldn’t have possibly parried all of her attacks since her attacks were accompanied by demonic speed. Jin was only a human, he couldn’t match that. Therefore, even if he parried two slashes from her weird blazing katana, the third one would still pass through his defenses. As a result, by now, Jin’s top was shredded; he wasn’t bleeding because for some reason the katana inflicted wounds and also froze him. His body was now cold, his movements were sluggish due to the cold. The suit that he was wearing, was all torn. There was a large slash across his chest from the top right to the bottom left; this opponent was being merciless. ”That sword, it seems to be on fire but it instead possesses cold abilities; rather, freezing abilities”, he thought to himself shivering. He was on the defensive and stepping back as the opponent advanced skillfully.
Jin hadn’t been able to find an opening, she wouldn’t even let him breathe. The cold was making it even harder for him to move at his usual speed. And even at his usual speed, he couldn’t match her speed. He needed an opening, he had been keeping his revolver tightly and firmly held in his left hand in search of that one opening. Until finally, one risky and dangerous opening presented itself. The demonic young girl attempted to slash at him while Jin used his katana to block her katana. He could have stepped a bit and avoid the major part of the damage but an idea struck him. He raised his arm and aimed the revolver right where her face would be as she would attempt to strike. If he couldn’t match her speed, he could still deal damage if he knew where she would be. Her vicious attack landed, slashing and scalding Jin’s left arm’s bicep. Right as her attack landed and her head came in front of Jin’s revolver; he pulled the trigger attempting to blow her brains out. Whether or not that attack did something, he didn’t know.
He was sure though, that even though this was his trump card; he wouldn’t win by just shooting something like her in the head. He would need something more capable but what exactly? He didn’t know. It was then that someone that wasn’t there before appeared out of nowhere. Taunting and further aggravating Jin’s opponent. ”Why don’t you have a go at her?”, thought Jin as immense pain coursed through his body. Thanks to the arrival of this stranger, his opponent had pulled back for a moment. Allowing Jin to take a breather. What came after was something that Jin could never have imagined.
Even after Jin’s attempt at inflicting a fatal blow, the opponent would rush forward towards him. Jin, tired and injured couldn’t possibly have gotten away. Expecting that it would be yet another attack from the katana or those vicious nails; he would raise his katana to block. Instead, he would end up falling victim to a strange teleportation ability. Not something he had experienced before but only heard of. Where was this malicious creature taking him? The speed of her movements and the event was enough to not even allow Jin to scream for help. He helplessly fell victim to her speed and ability.
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Post by Oriana on Jan 1, 2017 15:49:39 GMT
How long had it been? Days? Months? Years? Oriana wasn't for certain anymore. At first, she had kept count. After about a week however, she had lost track of time. There were no windows in the room, only artificial lighting and the Authorities that worked here constantly changed shifts. Day in and day out, she was shocked and drained of her golden blood. The tubes that drained out her liquid gold, did not pump very quickly. After many tests, the humans had discovered she couldn't die and they greedily tried to rip every ounce of gold out of her. In the process, they had damaged her and learned that when injured, the gold she produced was a regenerative ability and greatly slowed down the rate at which they could extract the gold for themselves. After that incident, they had decided the most efficient way was to slowly pump the gold blood out of her body and store it in the large vat across the room.The vat was swapped out once every week, a new one would replace it and the process would start anew. Oriana had forgotten by now how many of those canisters had been replaced. Everyone was prohibited from talking to her and the only time anyone was allowed into the room, was security when they performed the monthly inspection of her equipment to ensure nothing was faulty which could allow her to escape. She had become quite used to the silence, it was a constant dull reminder of her situation. She could always sense the outside world through the gold deposits in the ground, as well as jewelry and electronics which used gold- the information was fuzzy and very vague however, compliments of her abilities being infringed upon by the electrical currents through her body. Suddenly, her mind was interrupted by an invading voice. She paused for a moment, taking in the thought and digesting what was said. Could she have gone mad and began hearing voices in her head? No...this was different. There was an aura behind the voice, someone other than herself whom was nearby and talking to her. She knew talking to her was prohibited and no one was speaking: this meant there was a magical being nearby with a telepathic ability. A spiritual being to be more precise, or at least someone using a spiritual form of communication. Seeing as her body was in a constant state of electrocution, she had not the worry of alerting the two understaffed guards that something was amiss. The alarms were already going off, thanks to the attack on the city and other forces inside the upper floors of the building. It is rude to read another's mind without permission, mongrel. Oriana said in her head, knowing that the other being was still presently reading her thoughts as a form of communication. She entertained the question however, even if it was detestable that another was tainting her thoughts with their lesser presence. If I were free, I would destroy this building and all of the Authority associates inside. Unfortunately, this electrical current prohibits me from such. She insinuated that if whomever was around, could help her, she could go about her plan. She paused for a moment, Something tells me that you would be pleased at the thought... Free me and I will make it so. I will even grace you with forgiveness for invading my thoughts. Of course Oriana knew, if whomever this voice was, did indeed free her, she would owe the voice a favor in return for the debt. With the massive amount of liquid gold residing in the vat across the room from her, she could deal some major damage to the entire city if she wished. It had almost been a month since the last exchange, the vat was full and the time was ripe. Despite being shocked and having lost control of most of her body, even covered from head to toe in a steel suit: she smiled. It was not a happy smile, but one of lustful gratification. being free and seeking revenge would be the highlight of her time in the physical world since what seemed to be several years.
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Post by forty on Jan 1, 2017 18:11:55 GMT
As the drew near the three soldiers to him looked like enemy's actually every one looked like enemy's now to this behemoth of a man. "Ye who steps in to the Frozen Tundra know the lord gives no quarter!" with that tokara step ahead each step he took the ice on the ground met with his foot at to allow him a sturdy step in the sheet of ice. soon he made contact with the first of the three, for some reason it attempted to grab him but a heavy fist came done to bash the enemy into the ground. his body felt the sudden feel of his soul being attacked, but this felt like imussa playing with his soul. "Imussa's powers....Your not him." with that his foot would come up to crush the first of the three's head under his boot and ice. taking a moment he shifted his stance and the legs froze up with as as he aimed the shield between the other two. Firing in between them the shell would go off upon impact sending ice and stone shrapnel at the two beings to attempt to kill them. tokara would cough once as if clearing flem from his throat but spilt up a small bit of warm blood that froze upon the ground. the warm air has the man look like a apparition as steam rolls off his cold pale body and along the frozen ground. the wall was its own weapon ever demon that attempted to climb it would find therir body being frozen to it to add more to the wall. with a boot in the skull of the dead, a shield warmed by firing steaming making it look like the skull was a living dragon once again as steam rolled from the nostrils the man would look intimidating.
"the lord of the tundra Gives No Quarter." he re spoke those word as he dragged a hand up to his shoulder of the arm lashed to the cannon, the recoil was much worst in this body state it has cracked the bones in his shoulder and if to much stress was brought upon it any more it would break and he would have no use of that arm for quite some time. his face was cold as he showed no pain but he felt it and held his head high. show now weakness, was a motto from his former trainer, an he was doing very well.
(8 more post and tokaras coming down from this frosty state and will need medical attention :3)
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Post by Beleth on Jan 1, 2017 18:12:06 GMT
Beleth stood there watching the demon. Yes she was a demon in his mind. Demons don't really need to be demons. in a sense humans can be demons for massive slaughter of their own race in a sense, serial killing, etc. The Word Demon can be us loosely. He looked at the Fox slashing the human, and ripping his clothing. For someone who had no talent he had a well trained body. With quite the shape. He looked at the Fox as he had distracted her. "Noisy? Hardly. You are boring. The Human amuses me and he interests me." He told her. He had no reason to fight someone so weak. Nor waste his abilities on the likes of her. He was a God. Yet he was surprised she was not able to sense his raw power. Oh wait he hid that too. He didn't want anyone knowing for he was not yet. It was too soon. In fact he shouldn't even be revealing himself in the physical plane this soon. But given the recent Events with demons. he had to check them out to keep the demons from going to out of control and breaking natural balance. He looked at the human. "If you survive her. You'll be greatly rewarded." With that being said, Beleth went invisible, undetected, and invisible to the naked eye. He appeared behind Jin, faster then The Youkai can get to him and placed his right hand on his shoulder. Jin would not be able to feel. Then when the Youkai teleported the three of them into Nercolpis. Beleth backed off and simply observed. How dare this disgusting Nercplois bring a live Mortal into the plane of evil. He shot the women a glare. If this Human managed to survive what ever she planned on doing to him. Beleth the God of Magic And Extremely High-Tier Demon will seek to it personal that he Trains Jin himself.
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Post by dmitrisladovich on Jan 1, 2017 18:29:03 GMT
Capital City Invasion, Time: +10 seconds
Rain splattered the windows of the cruiser Emden as it knifed through the waves. It was a drab dreary moring out at sea, with choppy white caps atop the waves as far the eye could see. The first day of their maiden voyage that could be called routine, the bridge was silent save the quiet creaks and thrums of an active warship. A single day of grace in the middle of the shakedown exercises, fleet manouvres, and relentless drills. A day of rest, his exec had called it. Dmitri, ever the pessimist, called it the silence before the storm.
It started with a simple statement.
“Anomaly detected over Capital City.” Charlston, his radio operator, told him. Dmitri looked at the nervous youth over his steaming mug of coffee. The skipper raised one eyebrow as the officer continued to fiddle with his instruments.
“Well. Elaborate.” he said finally. Charlston fiddled with his controls.
"It's hard to get through like there's a massive ECM blanket over the city. It's... Holy shit! Magical anomaly confirmed, class five strength!" the radio operator suddenly shouted. Dmitri frowned. Clas five boiled down to 'off the scales' powerful. In the middle of Capital City. This was bad.
"Change course bearing thee zero five, increase speed to full cruise. All hands to battle stations." he snapped off. Around him the bridge exploded into sudden activity.
"Ensign Charlston, on screen. What do you have?"
The large central display in the centre of the bridge came to life with a high definition map of the local area. The entirety of Capital City and the surrounding suburbs got a distinct red hue, and Dmitri bit back a curse. His XO and several other officers did not.
"Where the hell did they come from?" his XO asked the question on everyone's mind. Half the continent had hidden defences buried in place, a massive set of fortified rings around the city specifically to prevent this. Even the Eden group, ever so close to the heart of their united nations, was unable to flaunt the peace that humanity had struggled to obtain through blood sweat and tears. Not here. Never here. A brazen, all out attack on Sanctuary's capital like this was almost too audacious to believe.
Key word, almost.
"All ahead flank! Cromwell, get Phillips and his marines ready for rocket pod insertion. Charlston, get me Eisenhower Base on the horn, we have Tomahawks that need targets. Tell all other Sanctuary forces scenario Heaven's Fall is in effect. Lubeck! Go hot with all sensors, find something to kill and kill it." Dmitri ordered instantly. The stern man leaned back in his chair, and metal spikes shot out from the headrest into his neck. In an instant, his augmentic eye glowed green as stearms of data from the ship itself mixed directly with his thoughts.
In front of him, a large central display lit up and Sanctuary's depressingly few pieces on the board lit up with a soothing blue one by one. A sprawling masses of yellow, undintified contacts swarmed the city skies, more and more of them pinging red as powerful arrays started to sweep away the mess of confusing whisps of obscufating magic.
Dmitri drained his cup. Today was not a good day.
So far on his side of the board: The Emden itself. Fifteen minutes out, light carrier Essex and two escorting destroyers. Ships that would have been their opponents for the Emden's next set of exercises in a fit of irony were now his only available allies. In the city, he had no real forces to speak of yet, but as soon as Eisenhower Base got it's shit together the army commander there should be ready to ram an armoured collumn right in the enemy rear areas, and yes that also worked as an analogy. For the rest there was a small research station nearby that should get earmarked as a potential FOB-
"Sir Eisenhower base is gone." Charlston intruded on his thoughts.
"What do you mean, Eisenhower base is gone?" Dmitri said, actually physically turning his head to look at the radio operator despite the pain from his implants warning him not to do that.
"They were right where that dead city thing appeared sir, the whole base got wiped off the map. There's nothing left!" Charlston replied.
"Then who's in charge now?" the ship's XO said. Good man, that Cromwell.
Sweating bullets, Charlston flicked through several screens.
"Fuck. Erm. You are sir? There should be a director Aciaio nearby but I can't reach him through this level of jamming." he half shouted.
"Cool it subleftenant, get me in touch with research site Zeta three. Time to get some boots on the ground." Dmitri said.
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Capital City Invasion, Time: +12min FOR ORIANA
"-do this!" the voice broke through the silence. That voice, that one oh so familliar voice of the chief scientist that ran this place, with a tone of disbelieving despair.
"I am already doing it. I have assumed direct control." another, harsh voice replied so coldly it could have frozen the Sahara.
"You. Prisoner. Just do what comes natural. Emergency purge protocol initiated." the stranger's voice continued. The room shook. The roof opened up. Strange rails slid down on either side of the elemental, molded to perfectly fit either side of her body. They clamped her tightly.
Electricity surged, briefly, and then, in a crack of thunder Oriana was violently and quite literally blasted out of the facility.
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Dmitri relaxed as 'test subject alpha' was flung into the direction of the incoming horde. He'd probably be reprimanded but quite frankly, he did not care. The head scientist of the facility was screaming something at him, probably in rage.
"Yes yes shut up." he said and cut the connection. Instead, Dmitri hit up the garrison commander.
"So leftenant Kelly your men are no longer need to guard the facility. Proceed to your nearest earthquake shelter, and keep the civilians there safe until your forward observation officers arrive. Transmitting grid coordinates now. Emden, out."
"So. Was that a people railgun?" his weapon officer piped up as the radar tracked Oriana's flight for a brief period before contact was lost in the haze that hung over Necropolis.
"Yes. Emergency procedure that purged the facility of dangerous test subjects." Dmitri explained. Now, to burn through that irritating fog of war gumming up his sensors.
"I want one!" the woman proclaimed enthusiastically. Her console beeped at her.
"Also, I have a lock!" she added with a glint in her eyes. Dmitri closed his eyes, and concentrated on the stream of data to and from the Emden's sensor array.
He saw the winged horrors in the distance, the shine of their great bone wings as the radar waves pinged off them. Not a single dot on the infrared spectrum among them, their forms literally dead cold. He could feel, faintly, how their curious eyes looked back at him nearly a full fifty kilometers away, suddenly aware of his/Emden's presence. Dmitri met the empty eyes of a winged bone drake. The cruiser was at this point not even a speck on the horizon yet somehow they knew where he was. Interesting.
Hatches popped open one by one. The Emden shook and vanished in great plumes of smoke as bolts of thunder hurled skywards. Each unerringly settled on course for a different distant target. Homing missiles. The epitome of Sanctuary's impersonal, distant way of war. Kamikaze rocket robots concerned only with the coldly efficient delivery of oblivion.
The closest winged horrors were given nothing more than a simple glimpse of a distant flash, before they were torn to shreds by a cloud of hypersonic metal. Streaks of white criss crossed the skies as more agile (and distant) fliers tried to dodge with impossible agility, negated by the equally impossible clockwork precision. The sky itself burned as artificial thunder and lightning purged two dozen fliers from the skies in the time a normal man took to blink.
Dmitri just hoped the people below got the message. You are not alone. We are coming.
Hold on.
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Post by Abeo on Jan 2, 2017 3:01:09 GMT
The Half-Daemon watched with interest as the human appeared to be illuminated with some sort of light or energy, and within seconds, was launching something bright up towards her. With agility that allowed her to almost glide in the air, and aided by her flight, Abeo leaped up and did a graceful flip, before alighting on the ground on the balls of her feet. Her red eyes appeared to almost glow, allowing the amused and cruel smirk on her lips to be easily seen. With the charged orb of energy still in her hand, the dark haired girl would again hurl it towards Malik, amused by all that was going on with his reaction to her darkness.
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Post by Yukirin on Jan 2, 2017 19:31:51 GMT
A loud shot would fire, one that was deafening to the Kitsune's keen ears. She would release a low canine-like whimper as it aided her backing away to say what she did to the nuisance who was shouting out taunts at her. Activating her high speed regeneration, the deep bullet injury began to heal right before their eyes as the bullet worked itself out of he wound that quickly closed up. The annoying man appeared to fade away as she rushed towards Jin, attempting to teleport them all the way to the third Astral Plane; specifically, Necropolis.
The atmosphere of the hellish world was hazy, like a distorted physical world city. The skies held odd tints of purples and reds, and the shadows in the area seemed longer than what would be natural. The lights in the city seemed to have an odd black glow, instead of a warm white appearance. This was what Yukirin now knew as home, at least for now, so it was natural for her to drag her prey back to her 'den'-- the city. Having her chisa katana temporarily disappear while she stayed close to him after the teleport, the Kitsune aimed her hands for his wrists, again with her unnaturally high speeds. If she could, she would clasp on and dig her claws into his hands, aided by her frosty kitsunebi, or foxfire. Her goal was to have him drop his weapons, so he would be for the most part helpless against her.
For now, she was unable to detect Beleth, yet still felt that uncanny feeling as if she were being watched. Necropolis was not completely empty, as not everyone had decided to aid King Kasvetli. Nevertheless, the direct vicinity was vacant... so what could the feeling be? She would not allow it to distract her, yet pondered the idea.
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Post by Jin on Jan 3, 2017 9:00:58 GMT
The world before him, the entire scene around him changed in mere moments; this was teleportation. This was Jin’s first experience going through something like that. The moment they arrived, he knew. This was not earth; not the place he was familiar with. Even the sky here was of different color. This was foreign land; no, it was a foreign dimension. He had no time though, he could not look away. She wouldn’t let him so he too kept his focus on the foe that had just attacked him and brought him here. He was badly hurt and his body was cold thanks to her continuous attacks. His speed was already slow. Even at his maximum speed, Jin would not have been able to match her speed. She was not human, her physical ability to move far surpassed his.
He couldn’t even see her hands, he only felt the sudden pain on his wrists when her malicious claws pierced through his skin. The pain was excruciating but the cold nature of her ability was also added to it. As a reaction, Jin’s hands opened and both the katana and the revolver fell from his hands. She was probably annoyed by his futile retaliation. However, Jin was not one to give up just yet. Immediately following the loosening of his grip on his weapons, he would use her closeness to his advantage. He would aim to head butt her right in the face in an attempt to get his wrists free of her grip. Regardless of whether or not his head butt would hit; he would then follow with a round house kick on her lower body. Using her own grip against her; he was in a perfect position to spin and knock her down.
If he did manage to do so, he would step back as much as he could manage attempting to put some distance between him and her. He may have lost his weapons but he still was a capable fighter without them. Not to mention, he still had the other revolver tucked in his holster that would normally be hidden under his coat. As his coat was shredded and even his shirt was not spared, the holster was visible. ”I did it. I may have lost the battle but I did what I wanted to. Now here, with me, she can’t hurt the people over there for now. Even though I’m losing, I’ve already won. The innocents would be able to escape easily now”, he thought to himself as a satisfied smile appeared on his face. That may not have been a noticeable victory, since she was just one of the many that had invaded, but Jin could only do so much. He was a mere human after all.
”Promising rewards and what not; that guy from before disappeared. I can’t think about rewards; all I need to focus on is surviving”, he thought as he attempted to move his hands to retrieve the one remaining revolver. It was then that he would realize the extent of the damage he had sustained. Even though not permanently crippled, his hands were no longer responsive. He couldn’t move his fingers; his left arm had already taken a hit before and then again now. Even if he was able to retrieve those weapons that were lying at her feet; he wouldn’t be able to use them. This meant certain doom for the mere mortal. Regardless, his will to survive would not waver.
”Your name..”, he would speak to her breathing heavily thanks to the pain surging through his body. ”Tell me your name”, his red eyes would focus on hers; demanding the answer to his query.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 3, 2017 17:43:48 GMT
eokia Jasper stumbled backwards, eyes narrowing. He aimed a strike across the fallen's abdomen. Two more hits of the strange blade fell onto Jasper--one on the inside of his forearm, the other on his upper thigh.
Adelaide had arrived in Eokia. It was fairly easy, finding it once the border once down. She grabbed the nearest demon, three of her four eyes narrowed into slits. Her fingers grew and sharpened into claws, and she tore at its lungs. It went limp, and Adelaide tossed its dead body down. She wasn't part of Necropolis or Eokia, but she wasn't exactly partial to the world being taken over by demons.
sanctuary Tynana wandered throughout the streets of the city, her dark eyes half-closed. She was covered with blood that was not her own. Demons and humans and others alike she had killed. It was...amusing to see what an effort the two sides would make to control land. Tynana didn't care who won. She would not take a side, but she would become an obstacle to both.
//all open to attack!
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Post by Beleth on Jan 3, 2017 22:39:03 GMT
Beleth watched very closely. He made sure not to take his eyes off the two of them. She did a dangous job bringing a Human to this realm. One she would soon pay with A Hefty price on her head. A Human whom was still alive. This was not acceptable. All Beleth did was watch. The Human made some remarkable advances which to Beleth amusement made him impressed.
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