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Post by Loner。 on Jun 22, 2017 21:43:47 GMT
Malik would trust Kellan's word, even if he suspected that the redhead was not admitting fully to the extent of his pain. If Kellan said he able to manage, Malik hoped that was true.
Also sensing something off, Malik too dropped his bike and headed to the alley. Faster than he ought to be able, as he was already reaching for his powers, knowing he'd need them.
There was nothing to be seen upon reaching the alley but that didn't mean the creature of darkness or the boy were gone far yet.
Especially in the shadow of the buildings, Malik looked bright. He didn't look human anymore, as eyes, skin, hair even clothing took on qualities that made him look as though he belonged to a place more real than the physical world. Light came from every inch of his being. He couldn't prevent that. It shouldn't be bright enough to blind Kellan, hopefully, but the light was still intense.
He knew where to look for the boy and the creature of darkness that had taken him. He'd figured it out too fast to know how he knew. It had something to do with whatever he was, and senses other than the normal human five. "The roof." Malik mouthed to let Kellan know where.
The issue was getting up there. From this angle, Malik didn't even see a fire escape to climb. Even if there had been, chances were it wouldn't allow access to the roof. Malik knew it should be at least possible for him to get up there. He'd met beings who's energy was much like his own who could essentially fly, (with or without manifested wings) or better, travel from place to place instantaneously with a thought. Malik didn't know how to do either of these things.
He expected he'd have to climb. Already he was searching for a route he could take. Being used to human limitations, even if he was not bound to them at the moment, made him hesitant to try routes which may have been a piece of cake had he been more experienced with his abilities.
Since he was looking up, he was able to see when the shadowy woman peered over the edge. Since she was sensitive to light it might not have been a good idea for her.
It served Malik fine. He might not be able to climb up there with the current knowledge of his abilities, but his light could reach far further than he.
It was easy enough to craft a light based projectile, and easy enough for Malik to shoot it upwards towards the shadowy figure. The hard part for Malik was ensuring the attack took an efficient form. The projectile was messy looking, more like a blob of bright pure energy shooting upwards than a more streamlined, cutting, attack. It was aimed at her but not aimed well. Shaping his energy into offensive forms, especially at a distance did not come easily to the half-human at all.
He didn't want to make the shadow woman flee. He wanted to force her to come down, preferably with Doppler in tow. Chances of that were kind of unlikely. Depending on her reaction, He might have even just made things worse.
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Post by Tzuvachyysh on Jun 23, 2017 21:07:18 GMT
It* frowned. Response time was not a thing It* had worried much over before, and between divided attentions and being driven near to the breaking point by the clawing starvation in It*s head, It* was a bit slow on recognizing an actual threat. Nevermind that such things simply didn't happen in these lands; the government's heavy-handed approach to that which they didn't believe should be 'real' had practically handed It* a perfect stalking ground, while simultaneously removing or subverting most all counterbalances that would normally keep It* in check.
Until tonight, at least.
All this, so as to understand the befuddlement It* experienced when the alleyway abruptly lit up as Malik entered, and It*s apparent delayed retreat despite the presence such a clear danger to It*s continuity. And doubly-so when the young man hawked a luminous loogie at It*s face.
For about half a second that horrid face was illuminated as darkness was burned away, though now scrunched in confusion. Then the lumi!loogie caught It* in the shoulder, wrenching the thing out of view.
That sticky blob clung with ferocious tenacity, and grunted cries could be heard as It* tried to tear the anomalous blazing blob off. Long shadows danced behind the beast as It* desperately scraped the liquefied light off, but every attempt just spread more of the stuff around. And now it was beginning to itch badly. A stream of curses could be heard over the scuffling noises, along with a pounding noise as It* rammed its shoulder into the roof, trying to knock more off the glaring goo loose.
The worst effects, though, were in It*s head; without the reassuring cover of shadow, the ravenous voices bayed and howled in their host's skull. Their hatred for light was known, and having such an intense source so near agitated them greatly. This displeasure manifested as headaches in their host's head, causing further issues to deal with on top of everything.
Luckily for Doppler, his imprisonment vanished along with any concentration It* had. The shadowy limbs disintegrated into ichor, and the boy would gently land on his feet. Unfortunately, he was still on the roof, but his chances for surviving had risen dramatically.
It*s motions turned from mild panic to outright pandemonium, and the thing started thrashing and screaming incoherently, the last bits of the bright booger still clinging to its skin. All that served to do was to toss It* from its perch, impacting with a dry *whump!* near Kellan as the creature continued convulsing chaotically. The last bits of light finally began to dim now; whether because the magic that created it was running dry or because it was shaking those few bits loose finally, it was hard to tell, but the shadows were slowly cohering around It* once more... |
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Post by 0 on Jun 23, 2017 22:26:18 GMT
Nausea once more filled his lungs as his stomach was wrenched up into his throat, body again flung around in the air, malicious laughter echoing around him.
He remained frozen in uncertain panic as a face was finally able to be put to the skittering voice.
Now, Doppler wasn't one to scare easy, but it was certainly difficult to ignore a probably-prone-to-torture threat practically breathing in his eyes.
Greeted by the rather corpse-y woman, the boy's mind finally kickstarted again, although his thoughts were relatively simple--ohshitohshitohshitohshitohshitohshit...and so on and so forth.
His eyes remained locked in on the sunken sockets, although they began to flicker around in the following silence; perhaps only seconds long, though to him it seemed to drag on.
The smile creeping slowly up the ghost lady's face...his brow furrowed slightly as memories of horror films old and new flashed through his mind, the thought "that's kinda cheesy" briefly crossing his mind, wondering for a moment whether or not he was simply caught in a rather physically impressive dream.
Although it was hardly like any dream he had ever had....
Gaze followed the pointing finger to see that the younger man had crossed into the alley where he'd been only moments before, soon after followed by the black man, who was...glowing.
For some reason.
His entire body almost lighting up the alleyway.
Maybe it was a dream.
Before he knew what was going on, the blond-haired man had hurled something their way.
His eyes squinted shut at the bright light, ears filling with screams that seemed to scrape at his brain.
Then he felt the pressure on his arms go away, his feet touching down.
Opening his eyes and glancing around quickly, he noticed the collage of shadows writhing around a convulsing, skeletal figure, which seemed hard bent on peeling into the glowing baseball or whatever it was.
Doppler didn't want to waste much time gawking, but it wasn't as though there was anywhere he could go; the second he stepped to the edge of the roof, he knew he could not jump without breaking a lot of bones.
Though his heart still beat furiously in his chest, the child picked up his camera, turning to take a few snapshots of the braying ghost, feeling only a numb sense of victory at having finally got his evidence.
He jumped back as the ghost started to roll his way, dropping down into the alleyway below.
He raised his camera, prepared to take more photographs of whatever was to come, legs tense in case he should have to jump around the roof in an attempt to evade whatever additional threats might approach him next.
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Post by Loner。 on Jun 26, 2017 23:06:33 GMT
The boy was taking photos...
This could be a problem for the glowing 18 year old, but it was not one Malik could address now. As long as that boy was on the roof, and this shadow thing down here, The boy could not be harmed by it Malik hoped.
Malik's light glob had done more damage than he had expected, only now beginning to fade away with the shadows returning to cloak the dilapidated female form. How pitiful it seemed right now, and somewhat sad, but it was not safe to assume that it could not still attack. Cornered things tended to be dangerous.
Hopefully Kellan would be wise to keep his distance, but Malik took a few steps closer, close enough that the light he radiated risked contact with the shadow creature as he examined her.
It seemed like something he had seen before, (a soul who was once normal ending up corrupted by another over time) but he couldn't be sure that it was of the same sort. He wondered if the solution from that time in the past could work in this case. He raised his hand slightly, but hesitated to touch her, just in case his guess was wrong. (he was guessing the shadow was something that could be purged, but if not, the light would probably would destroy her if he tried such a thing) He was braced to act should she attempt to cause trouble of flee to hunt another day, but hoped she would stay put, until he could come up with a solution that would prevent future mortal torment.
"what are you?" He asked softly, knowing she was probably of the demonic sort, but there was likely more to the story than what he could observe.
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Post by wolfy on Jun 29, 2017 8:20:05 GMT
k e l l a n ♠
Kellan looked down, suddenly blinded by a bright white emanating from Malik's body. His head pounded, not from pain, but from sudden confusion at what was happening. Slowly his eyes adjusted, and it was safe for the male to look back up, squinting slightly, as the light was still glaring.
Despite Kellan already knowing Malik was supernatural, he didn't realize that Malik was ... an angel? It was clearly obvious; Kellan himself had done and seen similar things— before his powers and wings were stripped away and he was thrown down to another faraway world called Earth. Eventually, he was forcibly moved to the Sanctuary, as it was found by "higher-ups" that it was a much bigger hell for fallen angels like Kellan to be, as the people inhabiting it were not as "accepting" of non-humans, most likely able to subject Kellan to a life of shame and multiple deaths.
Deciding then that since Malik showed his true self to Kellan, he would do the same. Realizing that the other male was looking for a way up, Kellan frowned. Was he not able to fly like most angels? Or was he simply not experienced enough? It wasn't like Kellan could say anything about it, though; he had committed a crime severe enough to be ripped from his role in The Above and have his wings violently stripped from him. All he had left were sensitive scars on his back, a very limited amount of abilities, and his life.
A pain coursed through Kellan's body as he reached up to scratch his sensitive shoulderblades, fire spreading through his body like wildfire. He groaned in discomfort, slowly gaining control of the pain. He willed it to his hands, drawing the pain from his body and centering it solely on his fingertips; he then started to outline a drawing on his arm, a faint red glow emanating from where his fingers left marks.
His hand withdrew from the opposite arm, the glow shining brighter as it spelled out a word: "fly." Kellan glared at the word, willing it to do what he wanted it to do. Almost instantaneously, a figure manifested itself, only to disappear along with the glowing from his skin as a distorted figure fell near Kellan, disrupting his concentration. Surprised, Kellan drew back with a gasp, stumbling backward as he realized what fell near him.
While Malik approached the shadow thing, Kellan's mouth fell open. He wanted to scream out, get away from it, but he knew his words would have little impact on Malik's choices. But he did want to help, to possibly provide backup despite his zero experience dealing with supernatural beings such as that ... shadow.
So he continued to write on his arm; "armor," "damage," and "light" all lit up his right forearm as he wrote on it with his nails, the pain allowing a quick way for him to access his powers in battle.
One by one, chainmail armor, a sword, and a vial full of light essence manifested by his feet. Kellan stared at each one in disbelief; the chainmail armor was useless against a shadow thing like the one near them unless he wanted to die in style, but the sword and the light essence could be useful. He opened the vial of light essence and doused the sword's tip with it, creating what could be even a fraction of Malik's own power. It would have to do.
Grimacing, Kellan drew the sword and cautiously approached Malik, staying a bit behind, not wanting to get hit by his light either. Being a fallen angel, he would have a slight weakness if he were to be directly hit by light power, a drawback from being thrown out of The Above.
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Post by Tzuvachyysh on Jul 3, 2017 2:57:38 GMT
When the light had faded enough for shadows to return, It* flipped itself over like a beetle, shaking It*s head, and glaring at the couple. There was a combination of confusion and hatred in It*s expression, what body language that was visible remaining apprehensive at best. Any apparent damage from the light blob was superficial at best; as it fizzled away, the girl's pale skin was unblemished (or as much as it was previously).
"That's my line, Flashlight," It* hissed, rearing back like a cornered cat. "What the bloody fuck--?!" It*s voice was scratchy and raspy, carrying a haunting quality that seemed to echo slightly as words left It*s lips. Behind her, It* gathered those shadows not burned away by the new light, masking part of It*s form in the process. Oddly, half of the time It* didn't seem to be addressing the duo, but some third party.
There were no moves to attack, but it clearly was better prepared to react, should either boy man give It* reason to. It* seemed to be coming to a foregone conclusion as It* noted cryptically "Was told your ilk weren't permitted 'round these parts,", giving Kellan a sideways glance just to be sure he wasn't flanking. "Apparently that's changed."
The way It*s body rocked slowly back and forth in a single fluid motion was probably unnerving, as It* kept an eye on both offending parties, unwilling to let either slip out of sight for too long. Shadows congealed into a nearly-physical presence behind It*, taking the loose shape of a coiled, headless serpent, winding around It*s body. |
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Post by Loner。 on Jul 3, 2017 22:05:16 GMT
That woman was picking at nerves, many of them true. She had not answered his question, but the moment Malik could care less. He didn't expect she'd give him much information anyhow.
Malik stepped forward, making a inhumanly swift attempt to pin the grimy woman against the wall behind her. Of course the contact would probably feel nasty to it, with the fact that the male was still shrouded in light, but her comfort was the least of the demi-human's concerns.
He would have snapped her neck bare handed, had he not lacked the boldness to kill. He had plenty of reason to wish to, and his negative emotions often tended to get heightened when his energy was stronger like this.
"You're one to talk, considering you're also illegal." Malik growled, knowing that if the law of the land could have its way, no spiritual beings would exist here. Fortunately for beings such as it, or angels who should be it's natural foes or beings such as true ghosts, few humans could see them, making it safer to prowl this world without dealing with a flesh and blood adversary.
The difference for Malik, Kellan and others, is that they were flesh and blood, and so would not be left alone if the authorities found out. wolfy 0 Tzuvachyysh
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Post by 0 on Jul 3, 2017 23:04:53 GMT
Doppler found his fear very quickly dissipating.
With the threat below him and preoccupied with the other two, plus him already being naturally fearless (he didn't even wet his pants! HAH: take THAT, evil ghost!) and preoccupied with his own snapshots of the scene, it wasn't a difficult occurrence in the least.
His fear further dissipated as the pale, shadowy ghost spoke; up on the roof, it left him to ponder his thoughts, and they kept rolling over to just how LAME this ghost was turning out to be.
Again, he had the sense he was dreaming; this felt a little too much like some old pop horror flick, the disappointing sort where no one died and the monster was always banished in the end.
Perhaps he'd ate too much buttered popcorn and fell asleep on the couch, his uncle fiddling with the basement time machine while the dog drooled on his helpless body.
Regardless, the boy wasn't keen to let anything escape his camera, even if it did turn out to be only a dream.
As the ghost began to crawl away from the duo, shadows further concealing its figure, the child squinted.
This wasn't going to do; how was he supposed to get some good shots if he couldn't even see it?
Pushing his camera out a bit, he flicked the knob that turned on the flash, then returned to snapping some pictures.
There we go!
The flash wasn't much, but it lit everything up in a nice, dastardly light with every click of the camera's lense.
Heh...no one would be able to dispute such evidence -- ghosts shall finally be proven to exist!
...Alongside living human flashlights.
At least, that was what the kid thought; he hadn't a clue about photographic manipulations, being the nine-year-old from the eighties that he was.
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Post by Tzuvachyysh on Jul 5, 2017 12:48:15 GMT
Yeah, it hurt. Of course it hurt. It* was, likewise, still bound to the flesh as much as anyone.
But instead of screaming or glaring, it was smiling again.
Even with all the light surrounding them, there were still shadows. And those that had condensed around It* were potent enough not to burn away; this 'armor' was stronger than the loose cloud from before, sizzling and bubbling but remaining stubbornly resilient beneath the luminous glow. Except for the girl's face, the rest of It* remained shrouded from view.
A black coil wound its way swiftly through the path of darkness, pausing only briefly due to the random flashes from above, until they were behind Malik. Then the strike came; the shadow form rapidly wrapped around the young man's pants leg, and with a quick hard yank tried to drag the angel-spawn away from It*.
If freed, It*s second priority was Doppler -- more specifically, that annoying camera he seemed to obsess over. Another shadow would whip out, aiming to remove the annoying contraption from the boy's grasp. |
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Post by Loner。 on Jul 5, 2017 18:06:07 GMT
Malik's gaze had been focused forward. He did not expect an attack from behind.
The shadow was stronger than a human trying a similar action would have been. Even with a steady stance, Malik was tripped up and pulled away. He hadn't expected shadow to be so solid. Guess he should have, considering his light could be.
Fortunately or unfortunately, there wasn't much space to work with between the buildings. Malik's back ended up hitting the other wall. Even with being 'angel spawn' That hurt.
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Post by 0 on Jul 6, 2017 22:30:56 GMT
Aw, yeah, gettin' all of th' actio--...wh....
Doppler blinked as the camera was slapped out of his hand.
Somehow.
He didn't even see what it did it, but his jaw sure did drop once he heard it clatter onto the pavement below.
He hoped it wasn't broken.
Or, if it was, then hopefully the film would be faithfully intact.
Eyes squinted down at the battle below, the boy now backing up just a little, seeing as he now had no reason to stand so close to the edge, but was still curious enough on the state of his camera and the ghost below to keep an eye out.
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Post by Tzuvachyysh on Jul 7, 2017 2:22:13 GMT
Freed from It*s tormentor's grasp, the creature flexed some, like It* was stretching off sore muscles. Any shadows burned away by the angel-spawn's holy light were almost instantly replaced. It* even twisted It*s head almost a full 180° around, loud cracks and pops audible even a ways down the street. Attempts by Kellan to attack while It* was stretching would likely be thwarted as another tendril would slap him absentmindedly aside, armor and all; this assault was lazily executed, however, and would only hit if the young man were particularly inattentive at that moment.
Instead of using the momentary advantage It* had opened for It*self to press the attack, the beast instead lept onto the roof in several swift, fluid bounds, solidifying It*s shadows around Doppler again before dropping to the ground on the other side along with It*s regained prize. It* took a moment to scoop the camera up as well (also smashing its bulb out for good measure). "Never did like paparazzi. You lot need'a learn your place!"
After that, It* only stuck around long enough to hastily scrawl a note on the side of the nearest house in barely-legible penmanship, letting the other two know exactly where and how to find It* at a later time (while also containing a number of insults and jabs as well). That done, It* cackled "So long, buttmunches!" before taking off into the night, dragging poor Doppler in tow. Unless Malik and Kellan decided to give chase immediately, It* would likely outpace the two in short order. |
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Post by 0 on Jul 9, 2017 18:54:22 GMT
He probably should have seen it coming, and, in some part, maybe he did, but there was hardly a thing he could do about it even if he did.
In a flicker of movements, the child felt his limbs pressed tight against his sides once more.
A bolt of fear struck through his body once again, though now it was accompanied by a mite bit of annoyance.
Nausea once more as his organs were flung all about in his carelessly tossed body, roof down to alley again.
Eyes glanced at the two other humans way down below, expectantly towards the blond-haired man.
Fucking shoot the fucker! his mind screamed, while only a mild string of curses fell limply out of his lips, accompanied by the ghost's oddly familiar lingo.
Doppler could have cried.
His poor camera...he couldn't tell how badly smashed it was, whether the film was ruined or not, but the extra hit the ghost gave his property send something of a tear trickling down his cheek.
Although, the life-threatening situation probably had something to do with it, too.
In another instant, he might find the duo disappearing into the darkness.
NO COME BACK SAVIORS GOD...DAMN IT
Without a clear happy ending in sight, the child tried to will himself to pass out so that he wouldn't have to deal with this; all to no avail.
Maybe his dumb dog would come save the day.
Ahahahaha...yeah--right.
Bet his uncle will come sliding down a rainbow too, then, eh?
The boy couldn't suppress the chilled groan that slipped out of his throat.
He tried to whisper into the ghost's incorporeal ear, voice choked by its own throat: "Fuck you."
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Post by Loner。 on Jul 13, 2017 2:10:48 GMT
Malik got back on his feet as swiftly as he could. He was in time to see the shadowy woman fleeing with the boy in tow. His first instinct was to give chase. Charged up like he was, he had no idea how fast he could run, but it was probably faster than he could have gone on the bike, a speed not even a professional athlete could have a chance at matching. He didn't run so fast instantly. It took a little time to get to such a pace.
Malik stopped himself before he got out of the alley. In the dying light of the day, he'd have been a becon to any enforcers nearby. Also there was Kellan. He didn't think the other could keep up. Having seen the supernatural display from the man, Malik didn't want to leave him behind if he wanted to come along.
The male with dreadlocks forced himself back, picking up the dropped camera along the way. He forced his light through it, hoping to ruin the film and any photos which had been taken of the events with a white out.
Feeling weary from the confrontation and oversaturated with his own energy, the young man slumped against the wall of one of the buildings, dropping the camera back on the ground. He took deep shuddering breaths, fighting to contain his power within.
Gradually he forced the glow mostly away, though he could still feel the energy rushing wildly under the skin, visible still as a weak inner light, within any exposed flesh. This energy was never meant to be contained with the methods he was using, compressed within a human shell by sheer force of will. Until he, calmed the energy down, it was all Malik could do to to prevent it from manifesting brightly once more.
When he thought he had himself under control, Malik opened his eyes, looking to see if Kellan had remained or if the other had retreated elsewhere.
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Post by wolfy on Jul 19, 2017 10:25:47 GMT
k e l l a n ♠
Somehow, Kellan could not move. His body was frozen, the expression on his face one of stricken fear. The sword he held simply dropped to the ground, dissipating immediately as the energy that powered its ability to stay in the physical realm withdrew.
It was like time was moving too quickly for Kellan to react. Flashes of movement were all the male could see, the voices sluggish and distorted as opposed to the movements of the others in the vicinity.
The fallen angel's mind was empty, his thoughts caged deep inside his head. His reaction was unique, something he had never experienced before. He had not been attacked nor hurt; and yet, why was his body acting this way?
Slowly but surely, the world slowed and the voices quickened, allowing Kellan's senses to adjust to the 'normal' time once more. He frowned, confused that the sword coated with the light essence was gone, lost because of his lack of concentration and the marks on his arm that had ebbed to simple irritation on his skin. The voices had come from Malik and the shadow woman thing, but had long since faded.
His eyes adjusted to the spotty shadows in the alleyway, he saw Malik with his back against one of the walls, his face seeming as if he was in pain. Had he been attacked? Was the fight already over? A wave of guilt spread throughout his body; how long had the male been standing in the same place?
And then he saw the woman. She was surrounded by the shadows, as if she gained power from them. Of course. They had already seen her tendrils, her ability that had to do with darkness.
Again. He lost sight of the woman as soon as he saw her, seeing that she had jumped up on the roof.
Kellan's vision proved to now be unreliable to a certain extent. His sight was being extorted, manipulated so that he couldn't be sure if what he saw was an illusion of the truth. Had he come across another power without knowing?
So many questions. Kellan had too many questions, and he didn't have answers to any of them. He doubted Malik could answer them either. He barely knew the guy. Ugh. Everything confused him.
What was for certain was the series of words scrawled on a nearby wall, hardly legible against the dark backdrop. An address? Insults? Considering the shadow thing had been both Malik and Kellan's only enemy thus far, it was obvious It* had been the one to write on the wall. Seemed like Doppler had disappeared as well. Hm. Wonder where he went. It wasn't as if Kellan was actually curious, however; Doppler had annoyed him from the beginning, but he wasn't about to let a kid die, especially when he knew he could have helped prevent it.
Kellan's attention turned to Malik, whose light had started to ebb to a dim glow. Right. He was an angel. "Uhh," Kellan started, giving a small awkward smile as he saw the other male looking at him. "I apologize for my behavior. It was not supposed to happen ... it will never happen again." His voice drifted off, his gaze quickly returning to the writing on the wall.
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