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GreyStar Wild Horse from Chaos Since: Dec, 2010
Wild Horse
#1: Nov 3rd 2011 at 8:27:14 PM

This world is not once it once was.

There is no respect anymore. We are not feared. We are dying.

If we want to exist, we'll have to swallow our pride... and partake of the sweetest poison...

An Unknown God


I am walking down this now familiar street, which is lined with ugly squat buildings, many boarded up and most derelict. I can see cracks in the masonry, debris strewn about. Filthy people squat down on the side walk and stare at me when I walk past, some hungry in one way or another. I shiver mentally, but my facade remains ever stoic. The overwhelming malignancy seems to be doing its best to weaken me.

I cannot show weakness. Not in a place like this.

Turning, I walk into a nearby alley. It is dank and smells of mildew. Graffiti lines the wall, spouting religious nonsense about god's retribution. Ridiculous. The gods are powerless now. I wait... Soon, I hear footsteps. It is heavy and slow, though keeping in rhythm. It soon stops, a few rocks clattering around at the pause. I turn, and it is not who I wanted. Sneering visages stare back at me, intent on fulfilling darker desires.

A second later, they are no more. In their place are ashes, strewn to the mud by the oppressive air. Clapping soon echoed through the area, followed by a short bark of amusement. "Nicely done. You have what I need."

"I am glad to have pleased you. Now, show me." I cut to the point, displeased that I had to do such an act on the unworthy.

"Fine. The stage is set. There is a game afoot, and now you shall know the rules..." A rippling darkness fills my visage as my sight disappears. And so I learned from the stifling void what needs to be done...


New Avalon might've been called an island had it not actually be an artificially grown Bahamut, a World Fish that carries a land upon its back. The giant thing hides beneath the waves and lies dormant by magic, whilst the bustling metropolis upon its back thrives during the dark times. One would see a beautiful city, shining as though gilded. It gleams in the sun's ray. The fish lies in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean, halfway between the Americas and Western Europe.

That is a facade though. The life found within the city is rather bleak for most. Most of the inhabitants are barely able to live with any semblance of happiness, oppressed by the ruling caste. Due to its location, politics are kept within the impromptu island nation and a sort of oppression is tying down the public. Strangers flow from other countries to visit this shining jewel, though in reality they have yet to breach the surface.

The facade lies unbroken, as people continue surviving, not living. In the middle of the city are the richest's abode. They have nothing to worry about, having no shortage of hedonistic ways that spit upon the working class. In their tall towers, they look down on their empire, buoyed by the efforts of the many. They are a parasite that wish to continue leeching for their extravagant ways. And they do not know that a change is coming.

The city resembles hell in an aesthetic sense, having around seven rings of living districts that grow more opulent the closer to the center. The outlying ring is home to the serfs, and the central the blue bloods, the Fair Folk, the Coven, the Liches, and other imperial beings of great power. In order, the Rings are the christened the Mount, the Shield, the Armor, the Sword, the Trumpet, the Scepter, and the Crown. Which one are you from? And what will you do to advance?

Always be ready to do the unusual and unexpected.
Philosopher The thing with the red gold crown. from Behind the Wall Since: Jan, 2011
The thing with the red gold crown.
#2: Nov 3rd 2011 at 8:48:25 PM

Guuk became aware of its surroundings as it woke up from the hard cold stone underneath it to the rushing of unseen water. Guuk could barely see from the light given off by the small dying flames. It took Guuk a good five minutes at least until it recognized its location. It had been waking up here for reasons it did not know. The grotto itself was very welcoming with stone table and chairs, the fireplace when it was lit, and the stone sofa with soft seats in front of a stone stand of some sort. The place lacked a bed, but this did not bother the golem since it only woke up here. Gruuk sat up thinking about what it wanted to eat, "Gook want kandi!". Gruuk made its way over to one of the wall and opened a hole in it to reveal the filthy waters of the sewer.

Guuk had a stupid grin on its face as it walked alongside the current mindless of the terrible stench.

It comes. The corrupter comes. Don't let it touch the tower lest all reality crumble.
daltar (4 Score & 7 Years Ago)
#3: Nov 3rd 2011 at 9:48:35 PM

On a not so nice street of the already not so nice Shield Ring, the relative peace of a small side street was shattered as the sound of wood crashing, trash cans being overturned and brick wall being hit by a body being thrown with quite some degree strength against it.

Dust and a couple feathers filled the air as Anarel fell from the cracked wall to the dirty floor on her hands and knees. Her small frame shook with each breath she took... creating quite a pitiful sight.

That is until she lifted her gaze for anyone curious to see her. She was bleeding from her lip and forehead and one eye was purple with a nasty bruise... but the expression on her face was far from that of a victim. Anarel was angry, that much could be said with certainty.

The angel fluttered her wings slightly out of instinct as she staggered to her feet, good eye dead set on the big thug that had sent her flying a good 6 meters or so through a wooden fence and into a wall with a single punch. As she was right now she couldn't exactly tell just what unholy union of the many races residing on this hellhole of a city had spawned the big ugly bastard... She just cared about how she had seen their friends running an extortion racket on a cowardly man who couldn't pay up for the week.

As far as crimes in the Shield Ring (and indeed, in the whole city) went, this was quite a mild crime. Still, that was enough to set off a particularly stubborn Angel. After her usual silent warning, Anarel passed right by to the punches and kicks. As far as her fights went, this one was going great until the guy with the build of rhino decided to join in the fun.

Nevermind that. Anarel was pissed. Righteous Anger she called it. She just knew that this wasn't over until either her or that degenerate were ready for a long nap.

"Shifting Heart..." The angel said under her breath, causing the heart and wings bracelet on her wrist to shift. Turning into a white ball of pure energy it spun around until settling in her hands, taking the form she desired.

Metal gauntlets. She wanted to give big ugly a punch of her own. Spitting a bit of blood on the floor Anarel and seeing the obligatory heart engravings on Shifting Heart knuckles she wondered how big ugly would like to wake up with that particular engraving on a pair of bruises or a dozen.

With that fun thought on her mind Anarel sprinted towards her opponent a flash of movement accompanied by a loud and angry battle cry.

SaintDraze Merry Present Cycle Clone from within a white lie Since: Oct, 2011
Merry Present Cycle Clone
#4: Nov 4th 2011 at 5:08:59 AM

A crowd of children walks through the commotion, all of them oblivious to the danger they are in... Who in the hell would take children here???

"Billy! I swear to everything in hell if you don't #!$#!@%$!@#ing stop yanking at Janis's pigtails I will eat your so- umm...er.. I mean write you up!" Said a seemingly dull man dressed in a horrible mixture of flannel and suede as he guided the poor stupid children through this derelict town.

"Okey mista bawns" Said Short squat, the token Indian of the class.

"If there is one thing that I hate about being a public school teacher, if not everything about being a public school teacher, its these holy field trips!" Mr.bown said to him self, as he obliviously walked right between an angel laying righteous smack down on some hapless thugs.

Bam! Mr. bones facade shimmers out when he gets inevitably punched by the angel... "Damn... preppy.... heavenspawn!" He moans as his disguise fades away revealing A skull that hovers in the air for a moment, as if gravity has forgotten it was their, until he crashes into the ground.

Mr. bones tries to escape the commotion by inching away using his chin as all the kids panic and run around screaming.

Sparks Make horrible santas... This one is no different!
daltar (4 Score & 7 Years Ago)
#5: Nov 4th 2011 at 4:01:00 PM

Moving away from the running children, Anarel crouches down to avoid a heavy swing which was directed straight at her head... At the same time looking back for a second at the dropped skull to say "I apologize for that!"

However that single second is enough for the big blue thug to kick her. Fortunately for Anarel, the man didn't kick as hard as he could punch. Unfortunately for her he still kicked pretty damn hard and once again the angel was launched to the air, landing on the floor nearby the skull.

"Ugh... cursed mixed blood degenerate brute..." The little angel said, rubbing her aching head. However there was no time for rest as big ugly was running at her and the skull, big arms lifted to swing them down and crush her to the floor.

Anarel promptly tried to push the skull out of the way with her foot, but she didn't have time to register if she managed to get him safely out of the way before instincts made her roll back to avoid smashing. Thankfully she was agile enough to get on her feet quick and take the chance to deliver her first good blow on the brute, a left swing with all her strength behind it right on the cheek.

By this moment, some of the people of the neighborhood had already taken spots to watch fight. The angel getting into trouble was a common enough sigh to gather some amount of notoriety on the locals. There were even some betting as for how the fight would end.

SaintDraze Merry Present Cycle Clone from within a white lie Since: Oct, 2011
Merry Present Cycle Clone
#6: Nov 4th 2011 at 4:33:39 PM

"Whatever"sighed bones, his students,(And his only meal ticket) were fleeing deeper into this cesspool of a town. He swiveled to face the impolite attackers who started this just as kick was coming right for him.

Bone bites down... Hard. The thugs agony was delicious but there wasn't enough time to savor it as he flooded the hoodlum's mind with raw,demonic pain, causing him to flail about and hit the closest person next to him, having a domino-like effect on the vicious gang as they started fighting each other along with the angel.

being a demonic being does give implied powers, I think. :D

edited 4th Nov '11 4:34:41 PM by SaintDraze

Sparks Make horrible santas... This one is no different!
Philosopher The thing with the red gold crown. from Behind the Wall Since: Jan, 2011
The thing with the red gold crown.
#7: Nov 4th 2011 at 5:14:06 PM

Guuk poked is head out of the sewer. It needed to ask someone where the candy store was. Peeking around Guuk could see a girl with wings and a bunch of people doing a weird dance. "That look fun.", Guuk pushed the lid off and walked over to the group. There Guuk began to dance like the other cool kids.

It comes. The corrupter comes. Don't let it touch the tower lest all reality crumble.
kagescorpionakki Breath of the Sun from Long Ago Since: Apr, 2009 Relationship Status: Anime is my true love
Breath of the Sun
#8: Nov 4th 2011 at 9:30:44 PM

A dark shadow with glowing red eyes, sharp teeth, and a particularly fancy bowler hat watches the fight with interest. He's bet good money on the angel girl to win, and the thought of such easy money makes him smile widely. Of course, he could always help, just a little.

"Lessee ya bloody fight afta this..." Reaper Grimm mutters in his strange, somewhat cockney accent. A small gun barrel protrudes from where a normal man would have a knee, and a single, silenced bullet is fired towards the legs of the thug fighting Anarel.

What is so amusing about this? Why do you take lives? How can you forget?
daltar (4 Score & 7 Years Ago)
#9: Nov 5th 2011 at 1:15:12 AM

Fortunately for Anarel, Guuk and his 'dancing' managed to catch the attention of big ugly's reinforcements.

Now the big brute had some nasty bruise on his face as Anarel took the chance given by her first hit to pummel him before he recovered. Bad news for the girl were, that the he barely seemed affected by the hits. Must have a skull as thick as one would imagine by looking at his face. Hitting him in with her hands, metal gauntlets or no, wouldn't end this fight.

All these thought circled her head as the thug charged at her once again... this time it was likely that he would get far too close for her comfort "Shifting Heart!"

With the Angel's cry her gauntlets turned into the white flowing energy once again before shifting into a new form. A long thin handle connected to a solid block... In her hands Anarel now held a big warhammer.

The thug moved closer... and the next movement would decide the fight. Letting her anger give her strength Anarel grabbed the hammer tight with both hands. However, there never was a real contest. Unnoticed by everyone except the thug, a silent bullet flew unnoticed and in the blink of an eye penetrates his knee. His leg can't support his weight mid run and he stumbles... right into Anarel's hammer.

The little angel swung with all her strength, letting out an angry yell of "Repent!" as she did so.

It was the brute's turn to fly... and when he hit the floor, even though by his sheer sturdiness he was not fatally hurt he would not be getting back on his feet.

Anarel stood still for a moment, breathing heavily due to the exhaustion, hammer held still in both hands behind her at the end of the swing.

edited 5th Nov '11 1:15:22 AM by daltar

deathpigeon Since: Jan, 2001 Relationship Status: One True Dodecahedron
#10: Nov 5th 2011 at 1:33:45 AM

4:00:00.00 PM Candi woke up, it would soon be time for her to begin work. 4:01:20.23 PM Candi gets up at her usual time. She walks to the kitchen, and, in 23.36 seconds, she pours herself a glass of water, which she drinks in 1 minute and 33.13 seconds. She returns to her room to get dressed. 4:12:11.44 PM Candi exits her tiny apartment, and walks towards the nearby street corner she normally works at. 4:15:95.21 PM Candi arrives at her street corner, earlier than the normal crowd shows up, but this was how she liked it. Candi began to count the seconds until 5:00 PM would arrive...

Philosopher The thing with the red gold crown. from Behind the Wall Since: Jan, 2011
The thing with the red gold crown.
#11: Nov 5th 2011 at 7:10:49 PM

Guuk had a stupid grin on its face as it took the blows from the gang and gave it back. The breaking of ribs, the fracturing bone, and one fellow was unfortunate enough to have Guuk step accidentally step on his leg and crush the bone underneath. Blood flowed from the wounds that Guuk had inflected and ran crimson on the street. Guuk felt a little nudge from someone, one of the gang members, and happily sent the man flying and fractured the poor man's skull. A woman was roughly scraped as Guuk backhanded her into a brick wall.

Guuk noticed that the girl and the other guy were still playing and thought it best to let them have their own fun. "Gook do magic.", Guuk pulled up one of the unconscious or dead and lit them on fire. The fire ate both flesh and bone hungrily until nothing but ash remained and Guuk thought it had made the person disappear like one of the magician's on stage instead of killing the person if Guuk actually understood what killing meant, "Ta da." Guuk smiled like a little child at Christmas proud at what it had done.

edited 5th Nov '11 7:13:42 PM by Philosopher

It comes. The corrupter comes. Don't let it touch the tower lest all reality crumble.
troydenite Since: Mar, 2011
#12: Nov 11th 2011 at 7:51:54 PM

Shield Ring

It was an allyway... or a street. He couldn't really remember what it was supposed to be called.

A frail, shivering boy was standing in the middle of the crowd, trying to make his presence as nondescript as possible. It was a fight of some sort, though he had no idea why it had broken out. Fight. One of the first words that had come into his vocabulary. He winced as one of the jubilant bystanders elbowed him in the ribs by accident, and decided to timidly retreat to the back of the hubbub. He leaned his back against the dilapidated brick wall, feeling the sharp prickle of the rough material against his skin despite the white T-shirt he had on. Miniature explosions of pain burst out at the point of contact, alerting his weary brain to the presence of yet another object that happened to be in its immediate vicinity. Oh, yes, he felt it, but he had learned to ignore it by now.

It had always been the pain, for as long as Mallory Gage could think back to - which wasn't that far, anyway, but the point still stood. Everything had been defined by the level of hurt it brought him. If the boy had had enough experience to construe it as such, he would say that at the mildest of times it was like having his entire body stripped to the raw flesh beneath his skin, and that the somatic feedback from touching anything at all was like having needles jammed into it.

But he had never had his skin ripped off, and in his knowledge he had never come into contact with needles (indeed, he had no idea what they even were) - and so the analogy did not come to be used.

For the moment, his whole world was the space he had at the back of the crowd, behind the chatter and babble and talk and roughness - where he could think.

Where he could try to remember.


The crowd cheered as the thug fell to the ground, excited to see someone fall - before a flurry of notes, coins and angry curses broke out among them as the victorious betters excitedly attempted to reclaim their investments from the equally frantic impromptu bookies. Smatterings of yelled invectives and conversations could be heard throughout the din.

"Hey, did you see that? She wo-"

"Whaddaya mean it doesn't count? I'll tell you where you can stick your pathetic, two-timing face, you -"

"Now, calm down, calm down, sir, don't rush.. DON'T RUSH I TELL YOU!"

Of course, the one person in the crowd who was not attempting to either make a quick buck or run for his life was the black-haired boy in the white T-shirt - who was promptly overwhelmed and practically trampled as words turned to blows, his cries going unheard and unheeded in the roar of the fighting mob, whose members were kicking at hooves and claws alike, scrambling at wings and feet and causing general mayhem. Several other beings from other streets ran in to join the brawl, while others scattered and ran, knowing exactly where to go in a fight like this. Makeshift weapons were grabbed and used (mostly bottles of cheap spirit or discarded planks), smashed over unsuspecting combatants' heads - in short, there was quite a lot of pain and blood going around.

The young angel and childish troll might catch a glimpse of a burly female minotaur with a black eye smashing a scruffy human toting a pistol into a shelved construction robot, which in its turn was trying to throttle a struggling birdman with its vice-like grip. Spectacles like that reared their unsightly heads from time to time, though most of the fighting had degenerated into mindless brawling , with combatants rolling around on the ground and gouging at each other's eyes (or rough anatomical equivalents), taking cheap shots, ganging up on others and the like. All attempts at communication had been utterly abandoned and replaced by unintelligible growls. Even the smooth-talking bookies had been reduced to attempting to slink away on all fours, clothes torn and faces cut and bruised, emitting bestial whines of fear whenever one of them was grabbed and thrown back into the fray by a disgruntled customer who had forgotten why he was fighting. It would almost be comical if it wasn't so ugly.

Anurel and Guuk would find a very, very violent mess on their hands; one that did not necessarily have to concern them, however - the rush of people was spilling out away from them, and though they had sealed off the entrance to the alley, there was always the sewer...

edited 12th Nov '11 12:45:56 AM by troydenite

deathpigeon Since: Jan, 2001 Relationship Status: One True Dodecahedron
#13: Nov 11th 2011 at 10:01:22 PM

4:56:22 A man who appears to be drunk begins to walk towards her corner. He's earlier than the normal crowd... Candi watches as he approaches her. 4:57:59 The man begins to speak to her, "Hey, baby! Do you wana-"

Candi scowls at him, "No, you're early." 4:58:55

The man blinks, "Oh, come on, don't be a tease, you goddamned bitch!" He grabs at Candi's arm. His arm is moving at approximately 0.5 m/s, so I should move my arm... now. Candi moves her arm, and the man grabs at thin air. Now, move at 0.59 m/s to grab his hand. Candi deftly grabs the man's hand. And, now, if I grab his shoulder with my free hand, moving it at 0.68 m/s to avoid it being grabbed... Candi grabs the man's shoulder, I should be able to move his arm back at .77 m/s... Candi quickly pushes back the man's arm over his shoulder, and twisting it back, causing him great pain. The drunk screams in pain. Now hold for 1.. 2... 3... 4... 5... 6... 7... 8 seconds. Candi releases the man's arm, and he stumbles back, "Y-you goddamn whore!"

Candi looks at him, unimpressed, "Leave. Me. Now." The drunk shoots her an angry look, and stumbles off. 5:02:23 Candi smiles wide, and thrusts out her chest, showing some of the assets that made her so effective at what she did. Now I can work.

kagescorpionakki Breath of the Sun from Long Ago Since: Apr, 2009 Relationship Status: Anime is my true love
Breath of the Sun
#14: Nov 12th 2011 at 9:32:35 AM

Reaper Grimm adjusted his Fancy Bowler Hat, having collected his bet money before the fight broke out, and walked through the crowd calmly, having shapeshifted about a dozen vibrating swords into his chest, shredding anything between him and freedom from all the fighting. His eye was drawn to Mallory for a moment, and, out of pity and not a small bit of self-comparison (he too had been in caught up several fights before he got his powers), slung the boy over his shoulders - very carefully, mind - and casually walked out of and away from the fight, shifting the swords away as he did.

"Ya alrig', kiddo?" He asked Mallory, setting the boy down.

What is so amusing about this? Why do you take lives? How can you forget?
daltar (4 Score & 7 Years Ago)
#15: Nov 12th 2011 at 6:06:27 PM

Having taken her momentary rest from her battle Anarel lifted her hammer and then carried it over her shoulder. Thankfully for her, the wounds she had received were already on the mend... her eye now had a much nice color than it was a mere few minutes ago.

She looked around her for more foes to take on... but thankfully the rest of the thugs were taken care off by another fighter who seemed to call himself... Gook?

Anyway... it just meant that righteous punishment had been dealt with. A small victory for moral decency... Well, it couldn't be called so if nobody learned anything... but at least it was a defeat for general depravity, lawlessness and evil.

She would have to content herself with that.

And now... she would do well to run away from the scene as far too many eyes were on her right now.

troydenite Since: Mar, 2011
#16: Nov 13th 2011 at 12:34:14 AM

Mallory was not in good shape. The boy had been trying to get out of the chaotic melee ever since he had been swept along in it, but his weak and yet determined efforts had generally only managed to bring more calamity to him. He had been trod on too many times to count, hit in the head with a nailed plank wielded by a wildly flailing Gorgon streetwalker who had had her eyes put out (hence the wild flailing) the one time he had actually managed to stumble onto his feet, shot once in the shoulder by a stray bullet fired by... someone, and finally clawed in the chest by a mangy-furred, emaciated wolfman, who had obviously seen an easy target in the pale-skinned youth.

He was unaware of the exact nature of most of these injuries, being much too busy trying to deal with the sickening, throbbing pain that was filling his senses. And so he stumbled and fell to the ground.

The only thing that had saved him from what would be an early death in any normal case was the sudden entrance of the Reaper, who had definitely created a dramatic and rather gory spectacle with his attacks - various hacked-up limbs and a collection of wounded beings of all races was what he had to show for it. Mallory stirred at his savior's question- and immediately wished he had not. At the mere movement, jolts of excruciating pain shot up his shoulder, which happened to be twisted at an unnatural and painful-looking angle. In fact, most of his limbs seemed to be broken or mangled in some way, and there were a score of deep wounds across his body, the blood spreading across his white shirt and congealing into dark puddles on the ground. The boy was breathing raggedly and erratically, with the occasional gasp of pain. His body felt like it was on fire. He was burning...

Most of the mob had immediately come to their senses, turned tail and ran at the mere sight of Grimm - they knew what he was, and if a bringer of Death had decided to jump in to save a random kid... who were they to argue? The few that remained simply stood there, staring at the sight, while a few of the bookies tried to scramble away as quietly as possible.

Meanwhile, Grimm would sense a strange change in the boy's aura. Something... holy? Mallory suddenly convulsed, and his dichromatic red-blue eyes shot open in a blank stare - then the trembling started. Horrible, violent shivers, that literally shook him from head to toe as his mouth opened wide in a silent scream of pure agony. The pain...

His wounds were knitting together. Torn muscle was being pulled back into place and sealed by an unseen force. Broken bones were being pushed back together with grating sounds as the edges were filed and forcefully extended to match. A punctured lung was re-inflated and sealed, as even the blood spilling out from his wounds was sucked back into his body. It was like a very, very long operation without the anesthetic or surgical delicacy - but it was working. The assassin would feel him being almost literally pulled back from the brink of death, almost as if it were a palpable thing.

Mallory's eyes dimmed, and his head fell back as he drifted into unconsciousness, still in Grimm's arms. The bystanders nervously turned to leave - then a certain centaur's head promptly exploded in a shower of gore. A bloodstained butterfly knife flew past and embedded itself in the brick wall handle-first, missing Guuk's head by scant inches.

Screw caution. The spectators ran. There was a dry, rasping chuckle. A white-skinned man in a tattered leather jacket and holed jeans stepped into view, his bare, lithely muscular chest spattered with the horseman's still-warm vital fluids. His irises were blood-red, and his facial features were almost inhumanly fair - or they would be, if they hadn't been marred by a large, jagged series of scars that twisted and disfigured the entire bottom left of his face. His mouth was twisted into a perpetual leer that clashed completely with his angular looks, and as it worked up and down, hissing, faint speech began to roll from the being's throat, aimed at everyone present. He was a vampire, that was sure, and he was certainly taking a disturbing amount of pleasure in the way he tossed that second knife in his hand.

"Hey, you. Girl. Brute. Death merchant. Me and my boys heard there was a commotion down here... you might want to scramble. We don't want your kind here. This is our territory."

As if to back up his point, several other vampires stepped out from the front of the alleyway.

"Well? You gonna move?"

edited 13th Nov '11 5:10:59 PM by troydenite

kagescorpionakki Breath of the Sun from Long Ago Since: Apr, 2009 Relationship Status: Anime is my true love
Breath of the Sun
#17: Nov 13th 2011 at 12:01:54 PM

Reaper's head turned completely around to face the vampire. The shadowy being's body followed soon after, but not before leaning the child against a wall, and patting the boy on the head.

"'Ave a nice lil' nap now, boyo. Ol' Uncle Grimm gots ta deal wif' a moron, 'e does."

Grimm's right arm began to shift into a cylinder, spinning wildly as his grin widened. Darkness twisted tumultuously, and his other arm began to disappear, in order to fuel the creation of the cylinder. Slowly, his arm was replaced by sleek, dark metal, and glowing red lines of energy. The glowing lines divided the device into eight round segments, the first spinning clockwise, the second counterclockwise, the third clockwise again, and so forth. Red energy seemed to permeate the thing, and from the gentle hum that was beginning to resonate from where it met Grimm's shoulder, it was clear that it was a weapon of some sort. The assassin raised the weapon and pointed it at the vampire, as the gentle hum grew louder, and the segments began to spin faster.

"Oi, yer no' a smar' one, are ya? Walkin' up ta me, 'n' speakin' yer threats, when ya shud know ah'm a proffesi'nal killa?" He shook his head. "Ah guess ah bettah get ri' of tha' lot a ya!"

The weapon, now giving off a grating mechanical sound, fires - and a massive beam of energy lances out at the lead vampire, easily as wide around as his head, and forceful enough that the ground several feet below it shatters from the sheer energy it gives off as it passes.

What is so amusing about this? Why do you take lives? How can you forget?
Philosopher The thing with the red gold crown. from Behind the Wall Since: Jan, 2011
The thing with the red gold crown.
#18: Nov 13th 2011 at 12:24:15 PM

Guuk was having fun, but it now wanted candy more than to play, "Gook fun. Gook go get candy".

A sideways ice sickle grew from the wall above, Guuk's body thinned as it threw up its arm and lassoed the sickle. The golem pulled its self up and then swung over the crowd using air to help keep its self aloft. Guuk landed with crunch with its body fracturing from the heavy landing. The body healed and Guuk started off towards the candy store again.

It comes. The corrupter comes. Don't let it touch the tower lest all reality crumble.
daltar (4 Score & 7 Years Ago)
#19: Nov 13th 2011 at 2:15:43 PM

Anarel was just leaving the scene... however, something that she felt deep within the core of her self stopped her in her tracks and made her look back upon those she left behind.

It was something she had not felt in such a long time... Pure, unspoiled holy energy.

The Angel scanned the crowds of people and her environment for the source, desperately wishing that this wasn't just an embodiment of her longing for those lost times of old... Her mind playing tricks on her.

And indeed, it wasn't. There she saw him... the energy was residing from him but without a doubt that young man was the source of it.

The little angel started to move urgently towards him when a knife sped through the air... and it's collision with a centaur's head made for gory and unpleasant spectacle.

Anarel jumped back and held her hammer at the ready in both hands when the vampires showed themselves.

Killing and now threatening... once poor souls afflicted with a horrible curse... now warped into monsters that stalk the night. Naturally, Anarel did not like their kind one bit.

That these monsters interrupted her at such a moment, when she was so close to that boy made her furious "Miserable killers that lurk the shadows... Pathetic wretches that hunger for the blood of the living and spread their unholy disease like plague rats... Leave me be and I would ignore your existence for I have greater things to deal with than disease spreading vermin. Speak to me and I shall listed in hopes that you have some shred of dignity left in your immortal souls and wish to be saved..."

Anarel gripped harder on the handle of Shifting Heart... her eyes practically flaming with righteous fury. She was fearless and foolish... self righteous to the point of folly and with an unshakable faith that she was doing the right thing. Her uncountable loses, wounds, pain, all the blood she had spilled both hers and of others had been unable to leave a mark on her behavior. Unwilling to learn until now, she remained stubbornly set in her ways. And so... even though she was outnumbered and possibly outmatched by her enemies Anarel remained defiant.

"Flee from me and I shall not pursue you tonight... but attack a servant of the Lord like the rabid beasts you resemble and I shall not hesitate in erasing your taint from His garden!"

edited 13th Nov '11 2:16:00 PM by daltar

troydenite Since: Mar, 2011
#20: Nov 13th 2011 at 4:00:26 PM

Grimm's blast was a bit too slow. The resurrected being simply blurred out of the way, allowing the beam of lancing red energy to strike and fracture the ground where he was standing but a few seconds ago in an explosion of dust and smoke. The vampire was now leaning against the left wall, an expression of contempt on his face. "You don't have any power over us, Reaper," he spat harshly. "We're immortal. You can't take us like any of your other toys -"

He stopped, and the scarred vampire's mouth quirked as the little angel gave her speech - then a harsh, grating chuckle burst from his mangled throat as he gave several wheezing coughs of mirth.

"You hear that?" he croaked to his two fellows. "Little bitch's got a mouth on her. Looks like you've got a friend to play with later, huh, Destroyer?" His eyes narrowed, and his voice lowered as best as it could. "We've got a feast tonight, boys."

"Get them." At once, the other two vampires leapt into action, one of them shooting towards Anarel with his chain spinning in hand while the other attempted to tackle Guuk, using more than enough force to bring the golem to his knees.

The ringleader himself simply stood there, looking at Grimm as the twisted leer on his face grew wider. "You're mine."

In a blur of motion, he threw the butterfly knife in his hand *

at the assassin's head before leaping at him, single fang bared and nails ready to claw him to ribbons.

edited 13th Nov '11 5:43:18 PM by troydenite

kagescorpionakki Breath of the Sun from Long Ago Since: Apr, 2009 Relationship Status: Anime is my true love
Breath of the Sun
#21: Nov 13th 2011 at 4:22:40 PM

Grimm's eye merely quirked as he shifted a hole into his face for the knife to pass through uninterrupted.

"Yer no' a smar' one, are ya?" He said again, his cannon arm shifting into a blade of energy almost instantly, thinner than the cannon, but easily seven feet long, which he thrust forward at the ringleader of the vampires, like a lance..

"LESSEE 'OW IMMORTA' YA REALLY ARE!" He shouted gleefully as he did so.

What is so amusing about this? Why do you take lives? How can you forget?
GreyStar Wild Horse from Chaos Since: Dec, 2010
Wild Horse
#22: Nov 13th 2011 at 5:10:15 PM

An intake of air...

Exhalation comes four seconds later, a veritable gust of breath that fanned the fire underneath the rough fingers of the dwarf. Huffing, the chocolate skinned metal worker plunged his hands into the flames and started kneading the gold ingot, pressing various ruins into its surface over and over again, then squashing it into a ball, much like bread.

The sweating being repeated this action multiple times over, before clenching it in his rough fingers, spinning it. Soon, the ball grew more elongated, ovalish. Various bristles jutted out from the top, four legs emerged from the underbelly. A heavy head with two tusks emerged, until the ball of gold became a statuette of a boar, the thing looking elegant and refined, though still rather intimidating for a trinket that could fit in one's hand.

Taking it out, the dwarf looked over his work, before muttering and tossing it at the wall. Instantly, the flame shot out an arm to catch the thing, before undulating out of the forge and reshaping itself into a naked woman. "What's the matter now?" She asked, her voice lilting and smelling faintly of cinnamon.

"Aye, you didn't finish off strong at the end." The dwarf accused her, pointing a stubby finger at the jinn, for that was what she was. At this accusation, the red haired woman sighed and floated off into the next room, disappointed with herself. Muttering, the dwarf cracked open his binds to look out, then simply closed it when he saw a melee outside his shop. Taking off his apron, he stumped his way towards the door, his body materializing a fine black suit, complete with tie and buttoned cuffs. Grabbing his cane from his pedestal, he unlocked his front door and peered at the sight of the vampire attack, obviously displeased. "Och, take your fight somewhere else! You're scaring off me customers!" He roared belligerently, his beaded beard shaking with pronounced anger.

Always be ready to do the unusual and unexpected.
daltar (4 Score & 7 Years Ago)
#23: Nov 13th 2011 at 7:02:43 PM

Anarel moved out of instinct just as the battle was beginning. Her Shifting Heart was already a Holy Weapon... but to ensure maximum effectiveness she decided to give the thing a little bit more power.

The Angel reached straight up... and grabbed at her golden halo. With a grin she pulled on it and now there were two of them. One floating right on top of her head and the other grasped in her hand, the result of her multiplication ability. The little holy warrior spun the shinning circle of light in her hand before taking it to the hammerhead of her weapon.

The halo began to spin at an incredible speed, finally integrating itself with the head of the weapon... making it shine with golden holy light. The vampire coming for her had a chain as his weapon... she really wished she could produce a shield easily but for now she would fight as she was. After all... a chain was not a good weapon for defending yourself. Anarel wished to see which of them would be standing after they exchanged blows "Pathetic wretch that turned to the dark arts in order to haunt this would eternally... I shall strike your foul form with this hammer and grind it into the dust you were fated to fade into!"

And so, bold as always the little Angel ran towards her opponent, hammer held in both hands behind her and she prepared to swing it with all her strength the moment she got into striking distance.

Philosopher The thing with the red gold crown. from Behind the Wall Since: Jan, 2011
The thing with the red gold crown.
#24: Nov 13th 2011 at 7:26:01 PM

edited 14th Nov '11 12:47:33 PM by Philosopher

It comes. The corrupter comes. Don't let it touch the tower lest all reality crumble.
troydenite Since: Mar, 2011
#25: Nov 14th 2011 at 1:18:38 AM

The chain-wielding vampire attacking Anarel let out a laugh of amusement as she charged at him. Deeming her to be little of a threat, he decided to come to a halt, tilting his head and wagging a finger in his patronizing misassumption. "Oh, what now, little girl? Do I have to call mommy as well? Cause you might get a b-"

His gloating was cut short as the angel's magic-infused warhammer slammed into his gut with a crunch, lifting him off his feet and sending him flying (coincidentally) into the sweet-devouring golem's assailant, who really didn't know to more to be annoyed at - the fact that his target was walking away eating candy, or that he had just been bowled over by one of his own allies. "What are you doing, moron?" he snarled.

"Don't blame me, the little holy whore did it!" was the response, followed by an aggravated punch that knocked his badmouthed teammate into the wall, effectively putting him out of commission. Getting to his feet, the bloodsucker turned around and began a slow, deliberate walk towards the innocent-looking cherub, cracking his knuckles. "That hurt, you bitch. Let's see you do that again." And with that, he broke into a swift run, loping in a blur towards Anarel and aiming a no-holds-barred haymaker at her head.


The ringleader (or Scarface, as he is to now be referred to) had no time to dodge the scything blade of energy coming his way - this didn't deter him at all, however, as he simply let the sword slice straight through his shoulder, hissing in pain as he did so but still functional enough to grab Grimm by the shoulders and direct a brutal two-legged kick to his chin. "More... immortal than you think," he hissed. "Your days are over, grandpa. You've been knocking people off for all this time - well, our Coven is here to stay for good."

Papa Frodorf's ranting merely elicited a groan and an angry cry of "Shut up, beardy! You'll keep quiet if you know what's good for you!"


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