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Post by tsifan on Nov 27, 2010 22:36:54 GMT -5
The Paper landed in the dumpster, crumbled and such as Vincent would probably like it to be so. Or how it was planned, either way works. However a certain rat was there to see it all happen, and it crawled up the dumpster and into it looking over the marvel of the papered creation. It gazed over it. What purpose could it do with such thing? And why the urge to even grasp it in its mouth and run off comes over to it. Questions left unanswered it subconsciously grabbed the wad of paper and scampered up the makeshift stairs made of plastic and miscellaneous rotted bones it ran down the rusted creation.
Hurrying alongside the bricked buildings at a fast pace and not a breath to waste it could only sense some future predictions with it's instincts. Like the weather, probably a tad windy, and so it was. However, that didn't stop it as it found it's destination building and hopped onto the bottom of the rain gutter pipes with a bit of a clang before scampering up the pipe itself.
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Ganistez looked over to where he heard noises from his companion, and saw a similiar rat coming out holding what appeared to be a wad of paper. He knelt down simply as a wind passed him and took the paper from the other rat's mouth before it decided to high-tail it out of there for some nourishment. He slowly uncrumpled the paper to find it was slightly ripped. And read bit and pieces that looked important to him.
The year... Rather Peculiar one could say.
He only learned now this place was known as Void City, but that only greatened the mystery in his head's map. What more, the rest of this seemed to just talk about garbage with all these nominations and such. What did that even mean? Maybe Elane could read this later. He folded it as neatly as he could possibly as he salvages it inside the small pocket of his tiny vest, and trotted to the other side of the building.
More leaps were made
All the closer to the one he would be least expecting to meet.
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Post by DanteMGalileo on Nov 28, 2010 16:21:10 GMT -5
"This... This must be a dream... hahaha... right...?! After all, most everyone knows the year is 1929!! That confirms it, I am merely having a nightmare!! Hahaha..."
Percy was, currently, at the moment, having either a mental breakdown or denying himself, it was rather hard to tell. He was walking along the street, not really paying attention to where he was going, or of the strange looks people in first-floor apartments were likely giving him by now.
"Ohohohoho..."
Percy's eyes widened right there, before cracking himself a sort of deluded smile. "No, this is not a dream! I am just having a nightmare... a very lifelike nightmare, but a nightmare nonetheless..!! Any second now...!!"
"Ohohohoho..."
"Most definitely having a very lifelike nightmare! That would explain why I keep hearing that annoying lau- GAUGH-!!"
With an inhuman speed, Percy was suddenly grabbed from behind, lower legs bent back in a way that made him appear shorter. His head was rolled back, and his eyes looked up at...
A face with slicked-back black hair, with a stubborn strand sticking up. He saw that his assailant wore an off-white undershirt and a dark brown vest, and hopefully more than that. This man also wore glasses with dark lenses, and behind them, he had red eyes.
"Ohohohoho... ohohohoho... ohohohoho... guess who just captured me a little demon-hunter!!"
"UNHAND ME, YOU CHEESE-EATING SURRENDER DEMON!!!"
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Post by mugenginga on Nov 29, 2010 22:37:23 GMT -5
Vincent hadn't gotten far enough to get out of the range of hearing Percy shout. He tensed up and turned his head towards the words as his brain processed what they were. The insult was unusual, but he clearly heard the word "demon". The vampire looked at his surroundings again. While that newspaper could have technically flown in from anywhere, he knew he wasn't in New York anymore. He didn't know where "Void City" was, but he couldn't deny the possibility of another world... even if it was something that he'd never encountered in his thousands of years of life.
It was the possiblity of relation to his current situation and demons that had him turning back towards where he'd just left. If Percy had not said demon, he might have assumed a mugger and moved on. He'd close the distance up in seconds, but he wouldn't expose himself. He came up behind a corner and gripped his sword, his focus almost entirely turned to hearing what happened next between Percy and the "demon". He didn't look, merely listened... and he was still and silent as death itself.
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Post by tsifan on Nov 30, 2010 1:43:57 GMT -5
Such a yell? Could have missed Ganistez if he was a mile away, but for his own convenience he was meerly one building away.
Cheese Eating Demon? Well that's a little rude. Ganistez ate cheese and all, but he was no... Oh wait.
Another leap, made and he landed with a silent brustle on the stone roof of the apartment and then from there he gazed over the edge of the building to gain sight of the occurences at the time regarding to the person's voice whom he could undoubtedly recognize as...
Oh it's just him.
It would've been less interesting had it not been the fact he was probably being either mugged or threatened to be killed by the rather odd figure behind him. However that person gave off a very odd, but distinct aura feeling that Ganistez swore he's felt before. Wait. Didn't that kid say something about a...
There was no time to lose.
He softly grasped his little companion into his hands and set him down, and his gloved hands coming up slid up on the hoister of his blade grasping the hilt of his katana. The blade glinted in the moonlight, and with that he seemed to simply. Vanish.
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Post by DanteMGalileo on Nov 30, 2010 21:04:55 GMT -5
Now struggling against his captor- the aforementioned "cheese-eating surrender demon"-, Percy was in a way, kind of squirming against Noir's grip. He would experience some degree of success, given the demon's lack of physical strength compared to the average minion of hell. Still though, having your arms restrained by having somebody sling their arms under and around your own was no way to be comfortable. He still had the use of his feet.
Stupid Noir! Freeing the use of my legs was quite possibly the most idiotic idea you could have come up with!
"UNHAND ME, YOU FOPPISH TWIT!!!"
That was followed by a series of kicking sounds. But the sound wasn't of a boot hitting human flesh. It was that of a boot hitting...
Something that was similar to a boot hitting human flesh, but somehow... not human.
"Ohohohoho... ohohohoho... ohohohoho... my dear Percival, is that how you treat your demon greeter to this new land?" Noir mocked, his weak spot not yet hit. It was on his-
-WHAM- Percy released himself from Noir's grip, trying to place some distance between himself and the French demon. His hand, still rather shaky from that rather disturbing experience, reached for his rapier- he didn't need to use up another bullet.
"I would rather not believe it, but it seems as though for once, the cheese-eating surrender demon is correct!! These buildings... the air itself...!! This cannot be the world I knew...!!"
The unusually-dressed teenager drew his rapier out at the end of his statement, pointing it at a grinning Noir for emphasis. The demon's face was currently in a twisted smirk as he grabbed what appeared to be a section of lead pipe.
"Bring it, limey!! I can't wait to fight...!!"
This was followed by a wild, inhumane roar, which preceded the sounds of metal and lead colliding with each other, accompanied by a series of yells.
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Post by mugenginga on Dec 2, 2010 8:09:59 GMT -5
If the one Percy was fighting was a demon, then he was doing extremely well for a human. Vincent had no doubt about that. The man moved like a human, he reacted like a human, and over time a saying had come up. To put it simply, if it walked like a duck...
He remained as still and silent as death in his location. The fight seemed to be going reasonably well. Vincent didn't think he'd let the teenager die, but he wasn't getting involved until it became a necessity. He'd known demon hunters before, and despite the fact that this was another world where apparently things such as demons still roamed the streets (they had become quite rare in his world), he knew that they didn't take kindly to vampires. He wouldn't run the risk of exposing himself to a human he didn't know unless he was forced to.
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Post by tsifan on Dec 2, 2010 22:12:40 GMT -5
A strong wind blew past the small area in which this all occured, seemingly less than significant. However lightly falling in an alleyway Ganistez dropped with little to no sound, and assuming a position against the wall. His sword was out and ready clutched in his hands tightly. If something went wrong, he'd have to interfere for sure. Interfering right now would be a bad idea, plus this boy was actualyl doing pretty well on his own at the time. Time and patience were key.
His companion made way to the storm drainage pipes at the top and slid down the pipe. It was rather exciting of a ride actually, but he slid in a curve and rolled out of the pipe onto the ground. regaining it's stance. Now it's mission was to find it's friend.
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Post by DanteMGalileo on Dec 3, 2010 17:48:28 GMT -5
It was some kind of miracle that (seemingly most of) the city's population was still asleep. The metal sword of Percy kept colliding with the lead pipe of Noir, both equally matched. The brown-haired human was obviously trained extensively, if his opponent was a demon.
But, if one had been watching the two fight it out for a bit, it would become obvious that while Percy had the arm speed to match Noir's, he simply lacked the leg speed. When Noir took as much as a few steps back, Percy took some time to catch up, barely defending himself from the demon's swipe.
He had a slight advantage in physical strength, but the demon's speed was more than enough to cover its disadvantage.
... Funny how slow Percy was, he looked used to the coat's weight, and he appeared to be dressed lightly outside of said coat.
"... You humans are such fools!!"
With this French sentence, Noir broke the swinging pattern he had been going on, and swung the lead pipe down.
"Gah...!!"
There was a 'clink' sound, Percy's rapier knocked out of his hands.
Oh, bollocks. I do believe I am, as William tends to say, screwed.
His revolver would be too slow to defend himself against the swift Noir, and with his rapier out of reach, he would have to rely on his arms and legs... Which, last he checked, were useless against a lead pipe.
"Anything to say, my human?" Noir asks mockingly in French, pointing a jagged end of the section of pipe he had at Percy's throat. The teenager's reaction was merely to narrow his eyes in defiance.
"You are truly a despicable creature. If you must kill me, stab me in the chest. Get it over with."
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Post by mugenginga on Dec 4, 2010 17:03:45 GMT -5
Vincent's lip twitched as his usual neutral expression became a frown. He had a reasonable reckoning of where the fighters were due to his focus on the situation, and the words only confirmed his understanding that Percy was losing the fight. Vincent caught the edge of the rapier out of the corner of his eye as it hit the ground
There were a lot of things that could be said about Vincent, not that Percival nor Noir would know them. He could be ruthless, and indeed in the past he'd been a sort of hell on earth. He didn't tend to get torn up about deaths, and the few that could effect him tended to lead to a withdrawn abandonment of the world at large. What one could not say about Vincent, something people had not been able to say about the man for a good few centuries (although some inevitably had), was that he sat back and let people die. While his definition of "people" was notably narrow, he didn't let them die. And it was only in cases like this he would have to show a power not human...
It would be almost a blur to Percy as Vincent ran out of his hiding place. Far too fast to be human, and too fast for most humans to track. Demon hunters tended not to qualify as "most", especially those with training in tracking the faster demons. Vincent threw Noir to the side with a force entirely unhuman as well. With the force and angle, if Noir actually hit the side of the building Vincent had aimed for it would have been enough to quite simply break a human. He was moving forward with the intentions of pinning Noir to the wall, and his enhanced speed would at least make it possible. He'd jump back if Noir tried to counter, the force to push up allowing a greater height than any human could manage... the man would clearly not be a human by this point.
And yet his expression remained as neutral as ever.
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Post by tsifan on Dec 4, 2010 17:23:34 GMT -5
Ganistez heard the metal clinking on the ground, and settling on the ground with footsteps following after. He peeked out of his own hiding place as he viewed what happened. He saw the man he saw a while back, and of course that other kid. Vincent was that man called? Hard to remember. Either way he noticed a few particular things about this man. His speed, it didn't match one of a human's. Nor did the strength to literally shove a demon right across the whole goddamned scape of the area and into a building. Vincent seemed to advance by Ganistez's observations.
He pushed on his feet and moved forward into the open field in which the battle of unnaturals occured. He wasn't natural himself, but he was a spirit guardian. Despite the fact his only true person to defend is Elane, he still found himself protecting all other types of people. It could've been his sense of honor or morality. Who could say? Light brustling was made as he soon appeared before Percy, weilding a blade with his hand and looking over to the duo of whom he considered less than human. Moonlight glinted on his blade, and his mask could now be seen to have a face of a mouse on it, while a mouse actually did sit on his shoulder.
Percy seemed to be in a rather unfortunate predicament, and without his blade it'd be unfair to leave him open. If Noir did come by, he would defend PErcy till the teen grabbed his blade at some point. Defense, is the better offense.
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Post by DanteMGalileo on Dec 4, 2010 17:59:40 GMT -5
!!!!
Percy's stream of consciousness was incapable of forming any words, intelligible or not, at the moment. He had been ready to die with dignity, and defy his demonic killer the pleasure of a fun death by being still and keeping a stiff upper lip. He was sure his father would have done the same...
But... when a man (?) suddenly rushes forward with a speed that is just not... human, you tend to lose the ability to think (or speak) comprehensively for a bit.
... Did he just... did he just THROW Noir off to the side like it was nothing?! AND with enough force to make the demon smash into the side of the building with the force to make bits of it shatter off?!
The rat-man that he had ignored earlier appeared in front of him- how could have have missed that? He raised an eyebrow at the rat's face on the sword, and at the rat on his shoulder.
... He should be getting his own sword back. Percy took a few steps back, looking out for that familiar metallic weapon.
One does not expand two bullets in a night, it is bloody hard to keep them in stock...
"Nrugh..."
Noir made a grunt of pain as he crashed down from that toss, caught uncharacteristically off-guard. That man... he could sense it, he wasn't human like his enemies were. But just what, he couldn't catch it at the current distance. Maybe up-close will provide a better guess...
Noir spit out what looked like blood as he narrowed his eyes at Vincent, using the now-broken section of lead pipe he had to try and stand up. His face was void of a mocking expression; it was the face of one who was gritting his teeth and angry.
"A friend of my enemy is an enemy of mine."
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Post by mugenginga on Dec 5, 2010 10:09:14 GMT -5
Vincent didn't grant Noir the chance to recover, he had already been moving forward to pin him as he had planned when the demon tried to get to his feet with the broken pipe. His speed hadn't dropped, but it hadn't increased either. He wasn't moving at full speed, at his age he would blur a bit to your average human at full speed. It wasn't that he was underestimating Noir (although that wasn't impossible) so much as that he wasn't expending more energy than he had to.
He paid no attention to the "blood" thad Noir had spit out. Whatever it truly was, it wasn't of the sort that would do him any good. He slammed his hand around Noir's throat, pushing him further back into the wall and made to pierce where Noir's heart would be if he was human with his sword. It looked wooden, but it was sharper and stronger than steel and would easily go through the demon's chest. He intended on pulling it up and cleaving the demon in half from the chest up if he got the chance.
So if Noir had anything hidden in his sleeves, now was the time to pull it out. Vincent showed no signs of stopping until the demon was defeated. He didn't think he'd kill him if he was truly a demon, demons never went down that easily, but it was quite possible to force them to return to Hell. Lucifer would understand the calling card.
(OOC: The blade, despite being holy, won't do extra damage. It'll just bypass any standard weapon defesnses Noir has. The only part that would inflict direct holy damage is the crystallized holy water hilt, and that won't touch Noir even if you let Vincent cut him in half. I'm presuming you've got some way to save him, so I left it open for that. XD)
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Post by tsifan on Dec 5, 2010 13:38:28 GMT -5
By the looks of it, Vincent had the demon under control. Noir's spitting of some... 'blood' was rather a slight concern for Ganistez, but it didn't seem that significant at all to him. Percy could probably reach his weapon soon enough anyways as he moved back following the steps of Percy, Ganistez felt it was always possible for Demons to pull something out of their sleeves. Nasty things they are.
His little companion had different views as it made way off of Ganistez in a quick fashion. Scampering along the rough surface, it went on to a bit of a sniffing spree as it hurried onto an alleyway and vanished into the dark.
Whether Ganistez knew what it was up to or not, he was in no position to stop the little thing anyways. He just hope it wasn't up to some form of mischief, or it might end badly.
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Post by DanteMGalileo on Dec 5, 2010 17:20:30 GMT -5
"Are you truly a brute as though to kill an innocent man? How barbaric!" Noir says, first in English and then in French. He showed his defiance, even as Vincent rushed at him, with that sword of his in hand.
The demon's next words could barely qualify as words. They were more like a strangled noise as he was pinned against the wall- this guy obviously wasn't human... but he wasn't a demon, and he sure as hell didn't give off the vibe of a wizard. That only left one option...
He's a...!!
Noir's brain (or equivalent thereof) didn't have time to finish the sentence. He felt something cold, and sharp being driven into his heart... It was Vincent's sword that he was currently being sliced with.
"Auuuughhhhh.... What a brute... What an animal...!!"
If anything told the surrounding people that Noir wasn't human, it's that while he started to bleed what looked like blood (presumably, of the same substance that he had spit out just moments ago) form his steadily growing wound, something dark was... leaking out of him...?
"Ahahaha... animals, you all... animals, animals, animals.....!!!"
His mental state and ability to still speak might also be an indicator. --
Just a block away, a short youth was quickly walking. His skin was a bit pale, his dark reddish-brown hair choppy and matching eyes making him look like something from the uncanny valley. He wore a brown tunic, a belt of rope, dark gray pants, a light brown shoulder garment, black boots, and a long black cloak with a hood. In his hands was an aged tome of some sort.
While he might have looked like a kid obsessed with the occult, Taka was in fact, a demon like Noir- just of a different subspecies. While the French demon was a limber Rogue, he was a magic-based Sorcerer.
And regardless of whether he liked it or not, he currently had to save his "brother" from a possible end... He just had to hope that whoever his attacker was, he hadn't struck Noir...
Shaking that thought out of his head, Taka started to mutter a chant.
"The dancing flames arrive and dance, and leave not a trace..." --
!!!!!!!!!!
Barely managing to keep his wits about him long enough to grab his rapier, Percy's eyes nonetheless went wide. He nearly dropped his sword again, and if you could see what he was seeing, I think you just might react in the same way.
He saw a series of fireballs, which gave off a cold feel... And all going at Vincent, from the looks of it.
Damn it, there is also a Sorcerer about...!!!
Percy decided he'd deal with Noir later (if he was still around). He turned back, and headed around the block.
"Another bloody demon?!"
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Post by mugenginga on Dec 6, 2010 8:41:27 GMT -5
Vincent hadn't dignified Noir's comment in any fashion as he drove the wooden blade into Noir's heart, eliminating most of the distance between them as he sunk it to the hilt, the angle causing the tip to just avoid slamming into the wall behind the demon. His expression was quite possibly eerie to the human and spirit guardian in the area. He didn't look like he cared about what he was doing. His expression was as neutral as ever. As if killing was as normal of a thing as taking a breath.
He hadn't not heard what Noir said, and the responses to it were all in his head. Noir was a demon, that eliminated the chances of innocence. And he was hardly a man. If someone had gotten Vincent to respond to a challenge of the same statement being able to be turned on him, he would have agreed with them. Despite being a anomaly as far as vampires went, he wasn't human and perhaps deserved to be destroyed. He'd sit back and let it happen no more than anyone else would... and he didn't fault Noir for his desperate attempts. He didn't believe the demon's sanity was slipping, though. One did not know some of the people he knew and considered sanity to be such a clear cut thing.
Vincent was pulling up with his knife, his expression unchanging even as a bit of the "blood" spattered onto his gloves and arm. He'd gotten it about halfway through the shoulder blade in a rather impressive show of either how strong he really was, how sharp his sword was, or some combination there of, when he sensed something to his side and about half a second later saw the fire out of the corner of his eye.
His eyes narrowed in focus and he put full strength into ripping the sword of of the top of Noir's body. Due to the position of the heart, the sword yanked out a hair's distance away from the side of Noir's neck. Vincent had hoped to decapitate the demon as an extra measure despite the blow being enough to quickly kill any human, and still intended on doing so if he got the chance, but for now he had to dodge the fireballs.
His inhuman speed, now at full speed and as a result blurring just a tad to those with normal human sight, managed to avoid him most of the fireballs, providing they would stop once they hit something. In any case, most of them crashed into the ground or wall, kicking up debris or downright melting stuff depending on their heat. One managed to clip Vincent in the left arm. It set his entire shirt ablaze and left Vincent to literally tear it off to prevent further damage. There was a nasty quite likely third degree burn at the point of impact (it was possibly luck that prevented any of his shirt from sticking to him) and lesser burns at various points on his skin... and one could watch them begin to heal.
Vincent looked towards where Percy had run. He was running towards not only a mage, but apparently another demon. The clearly not human frowned and looked towards Ganistez, indicating Noir.
"It would be best if you took the chance to decapitate and destroy the head of that demon," Vincent stated as plainly as if he'd listed off a grocery list.
He didn't wait for Ganistez to respond before running towards where Percy had gone. He didn't intend on getting ahead of the teenager, but he would have absolutely no problems keeping up with him. He was also keeping an eye out for further fireballs. His shirt lay on the ground where he'd been moments earlier, a pile of burned and charred tatters. Less than half of it remained.
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