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Post by v on Feb 1, 2006 17:14:06 GMT -5
Husk walked through the now abandoned streets of Tokyo, the blood had driven the humans indoors, or those that were homeless had hidden in bus shelters or between cars. She could understand it, there was something odd about the smell of the blood. Masked by the coppery scent was something else, though she had no idea exactly what. That said, it was Rebirths doing, and he wasn't exactly bound by the laws of nature, except those he chose to create. And he had done a good job of coating the city from what she could see. It was thick, creating a slippery film across the pavements, so much it overloaded the drains, street lights, once giving the orange phosphour glow, now gave only a deep red colour. She smiled inwardly, at least this meant she would be left alone to conduct her hunt.
Now however came the challenge of actually locating them, searching for a human in a city of thousands, possibly millions. Still, with no real concept of the urgency of the situation, she didn't mind. And humans had never been brilliant at hiding their intentions.
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Post by v on Feb 1, 2006 19:57:16 GMT -5
"Excuse me, Madam, but would you care to walk with me?" A man, dressed in long brown robes stepped out from a back alley infront of her, before assuming a position at her side without waiting for a response. Husk casually adjusted her hood, just enough to keep her face completly concealed. "You seem lost, I was lost once too." Husk carried on walking, not responding, assuming the human was in some way mad, or maybe mistaking her for someone else.
"I am drained away and parched." she finnaly rasped in response when the man refused to leave her side. "Rain. Rain." She casually added at the end, stopping to slide the toe of her boot across the bloody layer.
"You like the smell of His bloody rain?" The man asked, his voice suddenly more intrested in her, his body losing the relaxed stance and becoming more formal, something that didnt suit the casual, monk like robes he was wearing. "That is the smell of the new God, young pliable." He smiled slightly to himself as he removed the hood from his cloack. "The smell of Rebirth." There was something wrong about the man, Husk decided instantly, his body face was covered in wounds that, though not bloody, hadn't yet healed either, his pupils were simply slits, almost reptilian, and his front inscisors were small and sharp, minature daggers. "I am Whirlwind, and He has blessed me many times." Bending down slightly, Whirlwind casually pulled the brown wig he had been wearing away, revealing a large hole in the top of his head, traces of blood and brain matter, now dried atop his cranium.
"You serve Rebirth?" Husk's body suddenly became more animated, her stiff walking posture lost as her back arched slightly from its normal straight position. Whirlwind simply grinned in response, staring at her with hungry eyes, trying to see through the shadows that covered her face. "The Rebirth?!?" Her voice changed, her dehydrated throat not really capable of increasing its volume, the vocal cords dried in places struggling to move.
"You can too, just follow me, and be Enlightened."
"Then I will kill you, again." She sprung forward on the last word, hood been thrown back and the shadows instantly dissipating from her face. Claws stretched out, she slammed her shoulder against his chest while digging her claws into his legs. Using his body as a pivot, she lifted her legs upwards and planted them in his chest, pushing her away in a graceful roll and sending Whirlwind sprawling against a nearby wall. Yet all that left his mouth was a slight grunt of pain, followed by an almost manic laugh. He glanced down at his legs, then up at Husk, her body poised for the next attack. A silver dagger crackled into exsistance in his hand, before launching itself at Husk. She almost danced to the left, spining 360 to avoid the magical dagger, yet it still managed to sear her exoskeleton, sending small globs of stinking chitin to the floor.
"You do not bleed." Husk muttered, casually glancing at her arm to check he hadn't damaged the much more vunerable, soft, material underneath.
"Pretty smart for a bug aintcha?" Whirlwind snarled, before pushing himself away from the wall and summoning another dagger to his hand. She raised her arm in defence, expecting the dagger to come towards her neck, yet instead at the last second a balled fist crashed against her face. She flailed wildly in response as he delivered a fierce uppercut to her mandibles, knocking her head backwards and sending her staggering backwards. Small silver flecks dancered across her vision, Whirlwind splitting into two as she tried to mentally will her eyes to respond. She could feel something cold and sticky beginning to trickle down from her mouth, and something was digging into her flesh, assumably part of her exoskeleton. "Thats hurting? Try thi.....AAAAARRRRRHHHHHH!!"" Whirlwind scrunched up, clutching at his stomach as his screams of agony reverberated round the deserted streets. He fell to his knees, punching his stomach with one hand, while clawing at his throat with another. After a few moments a single emerald beetle burrowed its way through his throat and scurried away. He tried to speak, yet all he could manage was a slight wheezing sound. With a look of pure hatred in his eyes, Whirlwind held his hand over his mutilated throat and ran away into the night, leaving Husk standing, trying to focus her eyes and pry the irritating piece of exoskeleton out of her flesh.
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Post by Kai! Kai! on Feb 1, 2006 20:32:43 GMT -5
Metallica stepped out of the shower some twenty minutes later her hair free of its briads handing about her shoulders in a sleek wavy silver-white mass with the single black lock accenting the rest of it. She was dressed in the bathrobe she’d taken in with her and moved over to the couch her eyes searching the shadows for the nightmare creature Anima. “You can use the bedroom if you want I’ll probably fall asleep here or on one of the recliners…” she yawned and pulled up an old blanket. Metallica lay back on the couch and sighed her eyes drooping as she drifted off to sleep in the dark room but before she could there was a banging on her door. Metallica grunted once and then rolled over ignoring the sound but it continued so irritated and short tempered Metallica moved ot the only door of her homeand opened it. “What!?” she growled glaring into the face of a handsome young man with cold blue eyes. He wore enough jewelry to look rather self-important and his light coloured suit accented his white-gold locks. “About time and for goodness sake get some cloths on Nightwing it’s bad enough I have to look at you face without seeing the rest of you.”] “You just can’t stand looking at what you can’t have Alastair,” Metallica retorted pulling her robe tighter about her. “What is this about you over fluffed pidgeon?” Alastair looked down his nose at her and chose not to reply to that statement instead he peered inside her living quarters and sniffed. “Humanity did invent the light bulb you know, you should move on with the times Metal get some light in that pit you call your home.” “Go away Al, I don’t care to hear what you have to say right now. Your tone and your attitude irritates me more then usual and quite honestly I think I might just impale you with something.”The man snorted and made a move to push past her but he stopped suddenly and reached for his neck where his thin gold chain had begun to constrict and cut into his flesh. “Leave now or so help me I’ll kill you right now I’m tired and I have little time for your needling remarks. Go back to making yourself important among the ranks and leave me be. I know what’s happened and I don’t need you to tell me what I already know…” she turned and walked away from the door. It swung closed and slammed in Alastair’s face while the darkness of her home quivered with Metalica’s anger. She breathed deep and let out an equally deep sigh. ”Angels!” she spat in disgust and shook her head. “I swear If I wasn’t one myself there would be a lot of holy blood spilt in one night His death would be slow and I would relish it...“ She returned to her couch and muttered under her breath for a moment before adressing Anima. “If those two who were with you show up let them in. if it’s Alastair again well.. do what you like I don’t really care right now.. Rest well Anima…” Metallica lay still for a moment and then drifted off to sleep leaving the nightmare creature to her own devices.
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Post by Caligo [Inactive] on Feb 1, 2006 21:50:29 GMT -5
Aggie grinned from ear to ear, "Oh my," her hand went to her heart, then her voice turned a little more seductive, "Well, I do hope there's a time and place for that..." The girl's grin got a little more toothy. "But yes, time and place, time and place... Maybe we should catch up... I don't wanna be lost all alone with you, do I...?" A mischevious glint flashed in her eyes as she playfully oulled Eugene by the hand.
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Post by Skye on Feb 1, 2006 22:07:43 GMT -5
Anima nodded and allowed Metallica to sleep in peace, making herself comfortable she waited. Anima had no need of sleep, not unless she used much of her magic. And so she waited.
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Post by Archangel on Feb 1, 2006 22:27:05 GMT -5
"Wonderful! Then let's be on our way!"
Nazael went to Samantha, promptly picking her up off the sofa. She came completely willingly, and when he admonished her for not having a smile on her face, she promptly put one there. A very pretty smile, but forced nonetheless. Together, hand in hand, the two of them walked out the door, sure that Kiruu would follow behind like the well-trained dog Nazael thought she was. They made their way out to the street, where it was no longer raining, and began the walk to the wharves, which were only fifteen minutes walking distance from the apartment.
Samantha wrapped her arm around Nazael comfortably, and walked with her eyes up, exploring Tokyo once again. Everything was covered in sticky crimson. It was actually quite disgusting. It reminded her of some cheap horror movie, where the blood was splattered around every which way, and just the thought of all that gore made her sick to her stomach. She didn't understand why Rebirth had to cover the city in blood, didn't understand what it would do and what purpose it would serve. But she didn't understand a lot of things, or so Nazael told her constantly, and therefore she shouldn't be too disappointed. She glanced back once or twice, just to make sure Kiruu and nobody else was following, and but that didn't ease her mind any. The city covered in gore made her feel incredibly on edge, and she didn't like it. It was an eerie feeling, and it made her skin crawl.
Careful not to slip on the gooey, drying sidewalks, the trio made their way through the early morning to reach the wharves on time. Samantha and Nazael were natural night owls, and while Nazael didn't need sleep, Samantha had gotten plenty of it the day before, and didn't need any now. Early morning, around sunrise, was not a problem for either of them. They passed little cafes and markets, Japanese tech cafes mostly and some places for silly American tourists to buy cheap souvenirs. But soon, the air changed, and the smell of dead fish and salt water was strong. The markets became fish shops, where even now the merchants were slowly arriving at work, getting everything ready for a long morning dealing with the catch of the day, and basically rubbing the sleep out of their eyes and getting to work. Nazael and Samantha looked quite out of place, even though Kiruu, in her dog form, seemed to fit nicely. And it seemed like a lot of the blood rain was starting to dry into maroon patches all over the city, making it less gruesome and more acceptable to the normal people. Which was a good thing.
They reached the wharves 5 minutes later than they had agreed. Nazael held strongly to the opinion that you should always keep a client waiting. He went to the accustomed place, the same wharf, the same boats always tied to the same wharf, the same fishermen always walking to the same boats always tied to the same wharf. Nazael found it...irritating. Didn't Craig have any originality? Why, when you were in a port city, did you always have to meet by the docks? Why did shady deals always go down on the sea side? Wasn't there any creativity and originality left in the evil of this world? Maybe Rebirth was right... a little cleansing could go a long way.
Craig was standing where he always stood, smoking a cigarrette.
"Where the hell have you two been? And whadid'ya do, get a fucking puppy? Jesus. You two lovebirds...so weird." He put out the cigarrette, stepping on it to make sure, and looked at Samantha more keenly. She could see the desire flaming in his eyes, and played on it, acting coy while remaining silent. Nazael had given her to Craig once or twice, as a kind of incentive for better jobs, and Samantha had made sure Craig never ever forgot those nights with her. Nazael wasn't the only one who could manipulate. "Why hello, gorgeous. Looking sexy as usual, I see! Can I just have a little taste, Naz? Please?"
Nazael smiled, a gentlemanly smile. "But of course you can, my friend! As long as this job is good, you are very welcome to a taste! And maybe, maybe even a little more..."
Craig stepped up to Samantha, and gripped her strongly. He began kissing her, his tongue exploring her mouth, his hands exploring her body. He squeezed her ass hard, and kissed her with lust and longing, and she returned the kiss just as hard. She could feel him harden against her stomach, and she knew she had him. This was always enjoyable. Of course, with Nazael, it was so much better. But still, the excitement of kissing a near stranger like this, in the open, and the hint of sex strongly between you...God, it made her blood boil! She was just a sexpot that way, and would always be, as long as Nazael had his way.
Finally, the kiss broke, and Craig stepped back, panting for breath and incredibly turned on. "Hooo wee, little lady! That there was a right sexy kiss!" At times like this, his Texan came out, considering that's where he had been born and raised. He still had a little bit of the Texas flair with him, in more ways than one.
"The job, Craig?"
"The job. Yes. Of course. The job. Now where is this...." He rummaged through his inner pockets for a moment, before pulling out a large, slightly rolled and wrinkled manilla envelope. As he looked, Nazael asked Kiruu very nicely if she would stand out of earshot, and made sure that she could not hear them.(OOC: Nish, just pretend like you didn't hear them, please. Thanks hon) Then, Craig handed the envelope over to Nazael, who took the contents out. They were pictures, of course. A few were satellite photos, obviously taken from high above, but still easy to make out. And some...some were taken from feet away, it seemed. Ahh, the wonder of zoom lenses. Craig began very quietly explaining what Nazael was looking at.
"His Majesty, Rebirth, has quite a job for you. It seems that there are hunters out after His most excellent spies and demon servants. This one here, that's the demon Somniculose. A very dangerous thing, we very rarely get a picture of a demon like him, we were lucky with this shot. He's been after every Rebirth agent he can find, and he must have some connections, because he's found quite a few. Now, these pictures here were taken just last night. A female, which our cameras caught flying away from Somniculose, met up with him earlier, before the Rain. We assume she's an angel, or maybe a winged demon, we're not exactly sure. I have orders, from His Majesty's General himself, to take these two out, as soon as possible. They may be together, they may not. Last known locations and a completely encoded satellite link-up are included in the envelope. I figured, you and Samantha here are the best at getting in close to people, and these two are not normal people. They're demons, or angels, or something...and they'll be hard. I want you to find them, and I want you to kill them. Got it?"
Nazael nodded as Craig finished up his speech. He pulled the mobile phone with the satellite link-up from the envelope, and slipped it into his pocket, along with the pictures of Somniculose and the other woman. He nodded again to Craig, saying goodbye, before quickly turning around and walking off. They didn't even need to discuss payment. Nazael knew it would be good. He had done another job for Rebirth before, when he was in West Germany, and had nearly retired after that, the pay had been phenomenal. So now, he didn't even discuss a price. He just assumed it would be good.
Together, he and Sam went to Kiruu, who then followed them as they headed back to the apartment. They would rest for at least a couple hours, Kiruu was welcome to go anywhere she liked, and then they would get out there and find this Somniculose and his angel friend....
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Post by nightmare on Feb 2, 2006 9:37:50 GMT -5
"Not unless you want to be reamed right here on the street," he joked, though inwardly, that was what he wanted to do. He shook his head of the erotic fog clouding his senses and was lead by Aggie to the apartment where Anima tirelessly waited.
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Post by Caligo [Inactive] on Feb 2, 2006 9:48:28 GMT -5
It started to rain as the skeletal mage greeted his master. Sulok looked at it thoughtfully, and Mortiorchis also turned to watch. This was no rain of water. It was blood. The necromancer stood there, jaw agape for a long moment. "Sulok," he began at length, "this is a gift from Lord Rebirth... He must have watched that battle Himself... Lord Rebirth, that didn't go quite as planned... But Sulok, he has read my mind! I need your assistance, my friend, for a grand conjuration!" Sulok cocked his skull, "Master, what is it that you wish...?" Mortiorchis flashed his trademark grin, "I need you to help me construct the biggest spell circle we can here, away from our enemies. We will be creating more bloodgoyles than I'll know what to do with! That metal angel cannot even hurt them, much less kill them! I shall see her dead!" Baron Nightshade caclked into the night, his revenge now set. Hours had passed, but the necromancer and his servant, along with a handful of skeleton magi, had prepared the circle. Its area was massive, and every inch covered in blood. The stone had been summoned from Hell itself, and the lines had been drawn in dust from the bones of other undead. Mortiorchis and Sulok stood in the center, heads bowed, facing away from eachother. In tandem, the two began the motions of the ritual, their weapons spinning about them in rhythm. As they wove the dark energies, as they carried on the chant, six flames of black erupted about the casting area. As it continued, all light seemed to dull. The blood on the ground and the nearby rain gravitated to the ingredients of the ritual, and in an explosion of blood and flame, a horde of bloodgoyles screeched into existance. The damned birds of blood flew all about the area, stretching out their new bodies and exploring thier world. Mortiorchis laughed again, the blood of Rebirth gracing his features now, "It is done, Sulok! I shall now have my revenge upon that pitiful wretch and raise her as my own! No mere demon or angel can defeat these bloodgoyles, bloodgoyles of the essence of Rebirth himself!" Sulok looked on as Mortiorchis dissolved again into manic laughter, a dark and haunting sound in its own right. www40.brinkster.com/caligoxstar/picsite/AZR5.htm again
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Post by nightmare on Feb 2, 2006 17:55:52 GMT -5
Mankind heard it. They all heard it. The reverberating cries of pain.
Rebirths' cries of pain.
The entity was writhing as it's side was split open into a portal of seeming space itself. What shot out of it as Rebirth boggled was a swarm of shrieking darkness, into Earth. But Rebirths' agony did not stop. A claw reached out, digging into Rebirths' leg, another in it's chest. And what emerged was a shadow. The shadow pulled itself, portal widening, Rebirth bellowing, until it adruptly ended. He staggered back, and heard a voice. The voice was TAINT embodied. The voice was as if many voices were speaking, as if corruption itself was preying upon you.
"Foolish Horseman."
Rebirth stared into indigo eyes of TAINT. The shadow before him wore a grinning mask. And He knew.
"It is I, indeed. This world is under my merciful Hand, Horseman. But now, you have paved my way. And you will regret it, if you do not heed my words, my warning: leave now. Crawl back behind whatever doors you may have opened, I care not. Carry on and I will Enlighten you. You shall know what a Nightmare is. Ha ha ha ha!"[/i]
Nightmare vanished in dark light just as Rebirth attacked. He was angry, angry He suffered such a grave wound which would slow Him down. Angry at His carelessness.
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Post by Kai! Kai! on Feb 2, 2006 20:36:47 GMT -5
Metallica stirred in her sleep as the whisperers of darkness reached her. Something terrible was going on out of the city she had to wake up despite having only had two three hours sleep. The sun would be up by now and that did not invite a good mood. Slowly she stirred from the depths of her sleep and rose from the couch her eyes searching the apartment until she spotted Anima. “I have to go out unfortunately its daylight outside so I recommend you stay down here until night if you can abide the suns light. I have something to attend to …” she yawned and moved into her room throwing her robe down and slipped on a clean set of cloths reattaching her katana sot her belt and grabbed a pair of shades to protect her eyes against the light of day before leaving her apartment and the nightmare creature Skye. She continued on out into the pale light of dawn spreading her wings. Her senses told her the dark energy was coming outside the city. She moved quickly spreading her wings and took flight moving fats and keeping out of sight. The city flew beneath her and then vanished as she came to the outer estates. She paused in the air and looked about hunting with her mind and eyes until she saw it and felt it. There to the west was the smell of death and powerful magic. Without thinking she drew her Katanas and moved towards the estate, gazing down she saw hordes upon hordes of undead, unlike any she had seen before. For once in her life Metallica felt uncertain that she could stop something like this. I must find the necromancer and kill him, she realized for only with his death could these abominations be stopped but did she have the strength? Unsure what to do she started to descend quietly landing atop the roof of the estate and started looking out for the necromancer he was the key to this if she could stop him she could stop the hordes. I should have asked for help but there was no time and it’s too late now, she mused sadly creeping silently over the roof she couldn’t see him anywhere outside so perhaps he was inside…
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Post by Caligo [Inactive] on Feb 3, 2006 0:06:29 GMT -5
The bloodgoyles screeched like hawks, flying about in random circles and laps, none of their makeup leaving their forms.
"METALLICA!" The necromancer's voice boomed behind her, Baron Nightshade standing across the roof from her with bone spirit armor circling him, dragon bone scythe in hand. "Glad you could make it to your funeral, although I didn't expect you here... I though we had a date in the city, but no matter! As you can see, I have a gift for you..." He opened his hand, holding it out to her. As he did, a swath of bloodgoyles flew up around him, one coiling around his arm, its glowing green eyes glaring at the metal angel. "This, my dear, is a bloodgoyle, created from the essence of Rebirth himself. I am sending them into the city, along with whatever legions I possess when I arrive. So... I guess you get to choose, don't you? Save the innocents, or deal with me." The spike opposite the blade of his scythe bit into the roof of the house, and the bloodgoyles scattered, heading off to the site where Metallica last saw the necromancer. "Decide now," he said with a knowing grin.
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Post by Kai! Kai! on Feb 3, 2006 0:13:20 GMT -5
Metallica glared at the Necromancer and jumpped off the roof her Katanas gleaming in her hands as she advanced slowly towards him at the vile little creature with him. "I'll deal with you first Necromancer," she growled then lunged forward her blades flashing as she hacked the bone wall and plunged through it towars him knocknig the necromancer off the roof so they both landed no the ground below. Shje rolled clear quickly and rounded to face him as she hurled her metal disks towards him. they melte inot the spikes threatening ot impale him with the sheer speed they moved.
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Post by Archangel on Feb 3, 2006 21:03:37 GMT -5
The door to Lord Sartek's bar opened slowly, and a figure was outlined in the soft morning light of the street. It was about 7 am, the sun had been up for at least an hour, although it was clouded over and overcast. There was a man, a normal, average looking man, doing the sweeping-up and the general cleanup of the bar before it opened. The place normally opened up around 10 am or so, serving to the lunch crowd, who came for a quick sake or something similar before heading back in to work all day.
"I'm sorry, we're not open yet." said the man in Japanese.
"Oh... I sorry. I no mean... Me think house open at morning." Came the soft answer in broken Japanese, followed by a cute little giggle.
The man turned and looked, and then spoke in accented English. "Yes, in 10 o'clock. You need something?"
"Ohhh, you speak English? Mmmmmm.... you speak very well!" Came the response in a very low, husky, yet still intensely feminine voice. The man focused on the girl in the doorway, and suddenly, he felt an urge to invite her in. He could barely see her, with the light shining in from behind her into the darkened bar, but he could practically feel her desirability oozing off of her. Before he knew it, she was in the door, the entrance bolt-locked and the shades closed, and he was subtly flirting with her. Problem was, she wasn't being subtle back. She was all over him....
"Mmmm....oh god, your skin is so amazing..." She moaned into his ear, carressing his cheek softly. She had gone from a simple greeting to...to this! And he could barely help himself. He felt his arms around her, and he was hugging her, so tightly, so longingly. He shivered as her voice whispered into his ear, and his shivering was borne entirely of lust and longing. He couldn't even speak, he was so enamored with her.
"Mmmmm....oh god.... baby, why don't you take me to the back room, huh? Maybe we could have a little fun there?" She asked him coyly. It took merely a second before she was pulled back into the stock room, and he felt her ripping off his clothes, her perfectly manicured nails sliding across his skin, and he groaned in pleasure.
It was a simple trick to decrease the oxygen intake of his blood. Even though he was breathing, not enough oxygen was getting to his brain. Softly, painlessly, he slid into unconsciousness in seconds. Samantha pulled her clothes back on and adjusted her hair, then stepped over and walked down the stairs into the cellar, where she was sure Lord Sartek waited.
She snuck down the stairs as silently as possible, taking care not to creak on any of the worn wood, and making sure her clothes did not swish and make a noise. She reached the bottom, and looked around, searching for where Lord Sartek would be. It wasn't too hard to find...there was a light on in a room at the other end of the cellar. That's where he'd be, if he was anywhere. She stayed in the shadows off to the side of the cellar, where she could hide better, and snuck carefully towards the door.
She just barely ducked in time to miss a double-bladed battle axe that slammed towards her, nearly decapitating her.
Hissing with fury, she ducked just in time, and went sprawling into the center of the cellar floor. The axe, which chipped a huge chunk out of the stone wall, came pulling out and up into the air, hanging above her like an Executioner's Axe. Swiftly, she rolled to the side, and again the axe missed her by mere centimeters. Swiftly transforming her nails into 6 inch long claws, she rolled to her feet and faced her attacker.
Lord Sartek, Uncle Smelly, came barreling out of his hiding place in a niche in the wall, and bellowed a war cry as he swung another perfectly-aimed strike at her head. This time, instead of rolling to the side, Samantha hissed and rolled forward, inside of the axe's range. And this time, she slashed out with her claws, ripping him three good red lines across his chest. He bellowed again, his roar shaking the building to its foundation, as he felt the claws rip his flesh. He jumped backward and prepared for another slash, but not before Samantha yelled loudly.
"LORD SARTEK! I come to ask for information! Do you try to kill all your inquisitive guests?!"
"Only those that sneak in as thieves and do something to my bartender!"
He swung again, and this time there was no way to avoid the swing. Samantha braced herself and put her arms up, transforming her skin into a hard, chitinous material more like natural armor than anything. The axe slammed into her crossed arms, and she went flying backwards, slamming into the stone of the foundation wall. Out of breath and dazed, she felt her arms' armor was cracked, and it hurt like hell. And Lord Sartek was coming towards her, moving like a freight train.
Quickly, she delved into his body with her Chemical awareness that she had learned from Nazael. She went for the brain first, reducing the flood of adrenaline to the muscles and reducing his rage. She flooded his system with endorphins, the "happy" drug, and she also dived deep into his muscles to produce an increase of lactic acid, which makes your muscles burn when they're being worked hard. So now, Lord Sartek was less enraged, more happy and flowing with euphoria, and his muscles ached and burned with an intense heat. He slowed, almost to a stop, and found he couldn't even lift his arms above his head, they hurt so badly.
In a second, Samantha was there. Her body seemed sleeker somehow, more feline, more graceful. She swiftly ran behind him and jumped up onto his back, her arms around his throat, her claws aiming right at his jugular. He instantly stopped moving, and listened to her as she began to speak in a halting, breathy, winded voice.
"Lord...Sartek.... I come for one reason....and one reason only. Tell me the whereabouts...of Somniculose the Demon. That is.... all I ask. Do as I say....and you will live. Deny me...and I spill your blood on the dirty cellar floor. Got it?"
He could only nod, his body flowing with euphoria, his muscles burning like battery acid. "I'll tell you whatever you want...."
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Post by Caligo [Inactive] on Feb 5, 2006 12:06:30 GMT -5
The necromancer dodged just out of the way of Metallica's strike... Well, almost. A larger projectile did noticable damage to his left arm, and he limped back, clutching the wound, blood pouring down. The bloodgoyle on his arm flew at Metallica, and just before it struck her with its charp beak, she felt the weakening sensation return. The creature struck her and veered off to the side, but she felt like she had been hit at least twice as badly as it had actually done damage. Mortiorchis began moving to his right, the metal angel keeping the distance between them. "Come now, is that the best you can do without your minions to save you? Such a pitiful thing you are, Baron Nightshade," her words dripped with sarcasm. "Do I look like I excel in melee to you," he asked with some sincerity. His steps got erratic for a few moments, the angel keeping her eyes on him the entire time, the necromancer looking a little scared, smiling when the bloodgoyle again tore into her. The blow come from behind, pushing her forward, and Baron Nightshade jumped backward - out of the spell circle wrought from his very own blood. Before she knew what was happening, the verbal component was added, and the circle was triggered. A breeze shot up beneath her with black light, and then pain. Metallica screamed, her very life force being stripped from her. Mortiorchis laughed, and the spell ceased. The metal angel fell to her knees, holding her heart. Baron Nightshade walked up to her, scythe in hand, with a death's head grin on his face, satisfaction in his wicked gaze. She looked up as he loomed over her and tried in vain to move. "Now," his voice was like poison, "join me." The dragon bone scythe bit into her chest, cleaving her heart asunder. She gave a soft cry of defeat, trying to hold back tears. She had failed... Her body went limp over the polearm, and Mortiorchis took no care in removing her from his weapon, and the passing few minutes saw Metallica resurrected as the necromancer's second favorite servant. He gazed into her lifeless eyes, untold malice in his own. "Now, you are mine... Oh, yes, how silly of me... The bloodgoyles are still en route to the city. Guess you screwed up, huh?" The new undead, well versed in necromancy herself, simply looked at him in confusion, "Am... Am I missing something, Master...?" Mortiorchis laughed, healing her wounds, "Not a thing, my dear. Just talking to myself, more or less."
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Post by nightmare on Feb 5, 2006 13:57:52 GMT -5
"Metallica Nightwing,"[/i] The shadows whispered, "How confused you are, my child. Corrupted with light, your dark nature pushed aside; I can not stand by idly as you drift in a void never knowing your TRUE prowess."[/i] Her soul was released of Goodness with a prayer. "Now, plunge into THE DARKNESS! Take your parting FROM THE LIGHT! Feel your emotions FADE AWAY! INTO THIS PERFECT NIGHT!!!"[/i] The body of a FREE metal angel materalized. "Consider yourself Enlightened, my child. And lucky. You are under my merciful Hand as of now, no matter what may happen. Nightwing Darksoul, awake and know your master: NIGHTMARE!!!"
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