Character Carnival

Kiora's kunai jerked down in a flash, stabbing through the man's hand. Her foot connected with her head, launching him back to the ground. She grabbed Polly, already flipping through the handsigns for a healing jutsu.

"Yeah, no," she said. "I'm your backup. Shinobi always work in teams."

She re-activated her Byakugan. Things were finally getting interesting, and this kid wanted her to leave? Not happening. Green healing energy surrounded her hand as she set to work on her thigh.

edited 27th Apr '11 5:53:01 PM by animemetalhead

I'm sorry, but you may want to ninja. Fast whacko is fast...

Haha, I had to edit my post about five times. This is going really fast.

Evan managed to stab Polly in her thigh. She yelped in pain.

She put a clenched hand on his shoulder and blew him back with another beam. Polly glanced at her left leg. The image was almost too much. She turned her head to vomit as she attempted to regain composure.

Kiora's was still there. Polly watched as she attacked Evan. She couldn't let Kiora down.

edited 27th Apr '11 5:58:26 PM by BetsyandtheFiveAvengers

Evan crumpled back, blood covering his right hand. It seemed an even mix, and clotted slightly between his fingers.

You might want to have that looked at. There's not too much time. Aren't arterial wounds just beautiful?

He turned to Kiora.

"That was a very special knife..."

edited 27th Apr '11 5:59:31 PM by JHM

"Take it easy, kid," Kiora said, coaxing the girl to the ground. "That's the femoral artery. You're gonna wanna be still, and stay with me. What's your name?"

She kept her focus split between the knife-wielder and her work, carefully applying chakra to stimulate cell growth and speed the healing process. If she worked fast enough, it wouldn't drain her too bad.

His words reached her ears, and a thought crossed her mind. "How special?" she asked loudly.

edited 27th Apr '11 6:00:41 PM by animemetalhead

Kiora tried to keep her down. She detected worry in her voice. But she couldn't let her fight this battle for her.

"That's still not enough to stop me!"

Polly launched herself into the air. She threw her hands behind her back before flipping them in front of her again. The beam was stronger this time.

"I won't let you win!"

edited 27th Apr '11 6:00:46 PM by BetsyandtheFiveAvengers

"Dammit! You're gonna bleed out in a matter of seconds, not minutes, if you keep that up!"

Kiora glared at her attacker. If the kid died, so would he. There would be no mistake. She flipped through thirteen consecutive handsigns, feeling chakra flood her system. The Eight Inner Gates flew open. The guy had attacked to kill. She would pay him the same respect.

He stares back at Polly.

"So very..."

His smile shrinks back again into a flat line.

It's really a shame. I could have used steel, or iron, or silver, and you might have lived...

I'm... sorry. That was... unfair.

edited 27th Apr '11 6:07:14 PM by JHM

"Oh, no." Polly said. She knew it was true. She was weaker now.

"If I die, I'm taking you with me. I'll fight until my last breath. I will kill you, Evan, if it is the last thing I ever do. And if not, then remember. The storm is increasing."

She penetrated into his mind again.

''Feel my wound, Evan! Experience the pain that you have inflicted on me!"

edited 27th Apr '11 6:10:54 PM by BetsyandtheFiveAvengers

The magician was watching everything, he couldn't help but laugh like a madman. A demon...or was it a vampire? It didn't matter for him. And that magical girl, it was a rare talent, it's not every day one sees a mahou shojo fighting like that, leave alone the dark magic.

"Hahaha!"

There was also the ninja, he knew it was a good idea to send her a pair of knives, otherwise he wouldn't have been witnessing such an amazing sight.

Needless to say, the man whose alias was "Ozmond" felt amused.

But enough distractions already, it was time to set his plan in motion. He'd be able to hear what would happen next from anywhere. The kunais worked as small microphones recording and sending every occurrence directly to his mind.

edited 27th Apr '11 6:37:04 PM by Fancolors

He could feel the wounds opening beneath the bandages, scars and stitches alike, a spreading red staining the white, green and grey.

But then who will find Maraczek, my dear?

In the distance, he could hear the magician's giggling. He did not know how to feel.

edited 27th Apr '11 6:16:51 PM by JHM

Tears flowed out of her eyes. Her vision was going. Everything slowed down. She could feel that more people were there. They were all going to watch her die. It was almost over.

But she refused to stop. Polly fought Evan with more intensity.

Feel the lightning strike. The lightning will avenge me.

edited 27th Apr '11 6:19:50 PM by BetsyandtheFiveAvengers

So, each slight is repaid?

Evan slumped back, clothes saturated.

Never have you been more wrong.

You insisted on this fight, Kiora thought, watching Polly. Your death will be your own fault, but it won't go unavenged.

She tossed her kunai to the ground. Bare hands felt like a good way to do it. Bloodlust filled her thoughts. She hadn't stayed at full power for this long in a while.

Heh. Power corrupts, doesn't it?

Polly felt herself fall slowly to the ground. She was losing the will to fly. Her breath was shallow. She was losing her senses. But Evan and Kiora's words hurt the most.

They will come back for me. They won't leave it like this. She won't leave it like this.

The feel and sound of the rain, thunder, and lightning were as vibrant as ever. Polly wouldn't hold her smile back.

Zooey, I know you're there. Just like in my fantasy.

Kiora moved instantly, catching the falling girl. She laid her down gently, and turned to her killer.

"You have two options," she began. "You can die slowly, watching as I peel the flesh from your bones and keep you alive the entire time.

"Or, you can resist, and maybe, just maybe, you will die quickly in the struggle. I doubt it."

She clapped her hands, the Chidori sparking to life in both of them. He would not survive. That she was certain of.

He sighs, little cobwebs of red spittle falling down his lips.

"All I ask is that you do not bore me."

Kiora was already behind him. "That you can be certain of," she said. Her left hand went through his abdomen, while her right went through his chest, below the shoulder.

"Not that you'll be around to enjoy it for very long."

I really don't know how sturdy Evan is. I don't want to throw an immediately fatal blow. And there's the whole matter of whether it's fair for me to kill him...

edited 27th Apr '11 6:45:41 PM by animemetalhead

OOC: It's fair to kill him. That said... His boss might not let him stay dead. That's a long story.

Well, then. Hopefully you find his death a rather suitable Curb-Stomp Battle.

Kiora leapt skyward, her arms still through her foe. She heard him sputtering, in his last few seconds of life.

"Oh no you don't," she growled in his ear. "You survive to the end of this."

She planted her feet on his back, launching him to the ground with a devastating kick. Another teleport put her under him, already flipping through handsigns.

She didn't really know if he screamed or not. She didn't care. In her mind, as long as she never saw his body again, she'd be happy. Her fireball filled the sky above her, torching the falling man.

"No torture for you today," she muttered as the flames dispersed. The stench of burning flesh and hair permeated the air.

Turning to Polly's body, she felt surprisingly distant. Maybe she just hated seeing people die. There was no real bond there, so why had she snapped? Was it really the honorable thing to do, avenging her? She sank to her knees as the Gates closed.

You should have just let me heal you.

At first, everything was unclear to Sama'thra. She could only see a blue blur and hear a small buzz. She was barely there, just arriving. And then shapes start forming, and she could feel raindrops going through her, hitting against the ground. Within a few seconds, she could perfectly observe what was around her.

She saw that she was in a carnival, a run-down one. Probably abandoned. It was dark, and the clouds covered the whole sky, lightning piercing through the cracks. A slight wind blew through the air, whoosing.

In front of her, she saw two bodies, with blood intermixing with the puddles. One was burning, and another was in a girl's arms. Her face had an expression of sadness and angrish.

If the girl saw Sama'thra, she would see a ghostly fourteen-year old girl in gothic lotia clothing, with faded black cloth and gray frils. Her skin was a pasty white, her cheekbones sleek and her lips full. Her jet black hair looked destranged, but it was untouched by the rain.

She simply waited for the girl to aknowledge her.

Cyrus really had no idea what to do now.

If anything, he just felt even more frustrated, that is- rage.

Elise dove towards Mary, trying to help her up and see what was wrong... why did she just fall over? Who did it, that scary man back there? Why? Why would you... why would anyone even want to do that?

Cyrus bent down and picked her up, then carried her inside. He didn't even care that much about the chick, but he'd bother to get her out of the rain and mud.

He wanted to say that he felt nothing as he closed the door behind him, stepping back out into the rain.

All of the ghosts he was just sensing had vanished off of his radar. They continued walking the same path past Mary' house, stopping to see what had happened with the jackass who made him feel so useless.

Suddenly, his radar fired up again. Disregarding standard practice, Cyrus turned to look at the gothic lolita-dressed girl. Finally, something that he was comfortable with- a ghost.

edited 27th Apr '11 7:19:39 PM by CrystalGlacia

Kiora's Byakugan was still active. She turned slowly, putting Polly back to rest.

"You dress like someone I know," she began. "I don't suppose you know a vampire named Kohana?"

Crap, she realized. That took a bit out of me. Please don't want to fight me.

Sama'thra looked at the girl. Her eyes seemed to only have faint purpils, with veins bulging around them. If she was someone else, she would be creeped out, but after months of traveling around her world, she seen much stranger sights.

"A vampire?" she asked, rasing an eyebrow. Her voice took on an inquistive tone, "No. I have never met one." And it was good too, because the only vampires that existed on her world were savage bloodsuckers created by military experiments. They wouldn't be dressed like her at all.

She took a glance to the side. The Ferris wheel in the distance reminded her of a boardwalk she once been at, but which lots of lights and people. The carnival she was in was only a shadow of that.

She turned back to the girl and said, "What happened here? It looks like I arrived a little too late." Her tone had both some dullness and some emotions mixed in, due to her upbringing and her current situation in life clashing.

"I'd rather not talk about it," Kiora said, climbing to her feet. The girl existed, but didn't. It was starting to hurt her head.

"So what's your story?" she asked, retrieving her kunai. "I hesitate to assume you're here on vacation." She gestured at the dilapidated carnival.