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Post by tsifan on Dec 7, 2010 23:49:20 GMT -5
The Spirit Guardian needed didn't need much of a comfirmation to follow on that routine. This demon just simply REEKED with bad aura and mojo. The kind that this world really didn't need to start with anyways, and he was to eliminate. Seeing the other man who seemed less human than usual speed off he gazed over his hurt opponent that was 'bleeding' some type of mysterious liquids that dripped onto the ground continuiously. Rather disgusting smell it was giving off really, especially to his sensitive nose. The flames of the previous not so fake magic attack seem to have subsided for the most part with only the bit of fire burning and a rather noticeable gap in the ground from the collision. He didn't waste too much time marvelling though stepping forward.
Honor was a thing he held high up in his thought process, and NORMALLY he wouldn't attack an injured person or thing. However, he could make an exception for this particular 'creature' being less than reasonable PERIOD. Therefore, Ganistez could probably care less if he was hurt or not as he approached with the blade at hand. He went in at a fast pace now sword at hand ready to swing, and in a flash of moments the blade struck something. The night flew on with light winds blowing ever so lightly and crisp in the winds of the darkness.
The mouse, in its own fast pace, was already far down to the depths in which possibly no man's gone without trouble. Sliding throughs cracks and holes as well as the occasional pipe. It found it's place to stop. A million small eyes looked forward.
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Post by DanteMGalileo on Dec 8, 2010 20:16:17 GMT -5
"Haha... nice hit. I didn't think your kind was capable of wielding such a weapon... AND WHAT'S THE DEAL, TAKA!!!?? YOU'RE LATE!!!!!" Noir said, then yelled, catching the small, drab-clothed demon from the corner of his eye. If one looked at Noir, one would notice something rather... off, and a huge tip-off.
While his wounds were not healing as fast as Vincent's burns, 'blood' continuing to flow from his wounds, they were starting to patch themselves up, Noir's head starting to reassume proper anatomical position.
While his head was still lopsided, Noir decided to use his speed to grab his broken section of lead pipe. It seemed as though that was his preferred style, improvised weapons.
He spit out more 'blood', his wounds starting to seal on themselves, his head less lopsided now.
"Bring it, rat-boy."
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...!!! So fast...!!!
Percy's thoughts were rather scattered now. This man- Vincent- was clearly not a human; but he had none of the malevolence of a demon. But then... just what was he...?!
Sure, the teenager might have been burdened by a slow running speed (Even Taka outsped him!), but this man was too fast even for that to merely be the case...!!
Taka's response? His face was as blank as ever, as if somebody rushing at him with intents to attack and try to kill him was completely natural. In fact, it likely was. A wind picked up, billowing his long dark cloak behind him. His lips were muttering a quiet incantation in a tongue that was far from human; he didn't bother hiding his heritage.
"Shadow. Hear my call. Protect the one who calls on you, disguise his for-"
Taka was cut off. Vincent was getting too close, too fast. Hus spell had only been half completed- the shadows merely made his form blurry instead of hiding it. And with his slow speed... he needed a quick distraction...
"Flame."
A brief, one-word incantation. A weak spell, but it was all he had at the moment.
Percy was rushing behind Vincent, the distance growing honing to the difference in their running speeds. He didn't care if Vincent got the honors of killing Taka; he merely wanted to confirm the kill.
... Erm, at least that's what he was going to do, had a small flame not caught on his red coat.
"... Damn it...!!" He uncharacteristically swore, yanking off his dark straps. The fire was on one of his sleeves. It was small, but he knew it would soon grow. That's what uncontrolled flames tended to do, after all...
There was a heavy flap was he tore the jacket off him, the flames starting to spread on the sleeve it had started on. He threw it to the ground, and quickly made a decision to stomp out the flames; Vincent was closing the distance already.
"Damned demon... This was my favorite coat, too..." Percy muttered to himself, inaudible to the average ear.
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Post by mugenginga on Dec 13, 2010 18:25:34 GMT -5
Vincent had intended on keeping pace with Percy, but he was able to read humans well enough to know Percy intended on letting him take the lead. He was also concerned about what he was, a justifiable reaction. While his experiences in the past had made vampires more common than truer demons, he had no doubt he was in another world. Perhaps they weren't nearly as common here.
The vampire didn't understand a word coming out of Taka's mouth. There were some similarities to words he'd heard a certain necromancer say, so he was able to make the leap that it was a spell. Not death magic, but a spell nonetheless.
He dodged the spell Taka cast, and it hit Percy. It had to be a speed difference. Percy was no Derik, and for the first time something resembling the faintest trace of emotion flicked across Vincent's eyes. It seemed like it could have been either pain or regret, but it was gone in a flash and likely went unnoticed. While he didn't have his preferred partner on the field, he was dead hundreds of years and now was not the time. Vincent only kept enough attention on Percy to make sure he was well before attempting to throw Taka to the side and pierce his throat. It was a higher shot, but not impossible, and he wanted to effect the demon's ability to speak.
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Post by tsifan on Dec 16, 2010 19:49:47 GMT -5
Ganistez assumed a battle stance at this rather... disturbing sight. His left hand in front in a position so that his index and middle finger were upwards and facing at Noir, and his right in the back with his weapon at hand along with his deadly gaze straight on at Noir.
He may have posed a challenge, hard to say. But regardless the same would be heard.
"Die Demon"
He slid back, and pulled out throwing stars from inside his vest and out at Noir as they gleamed across the moonlight as if grazing it in a whip-like manner.
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Post by DanteMGalileo on Dec 17, 2010 16:04:16 GMT -5
"... I believe I read about your kind in-"
Taka's eyes went wide suddenly, this was way too close for comfort, he didn't have much time left. Sure, he wouldn't die unless Vincent managed to strike the sun-shaped marking on his forehead, covered by his bangs.
Still, losing his ability to speak would render him a dead weight until the area where a human's vocal cords would be repaired. Voice was crucial to a Sorcerer's success...
And suddenly, he found his lightweight body thrown into the air. And still, his face barely changed. Maybe he ought to fight back while he could...
"FIRE... NOW..."
The temperature of the air rose.
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Noir held an arm out in front of him, his less-than human nature making him unafraid of taking most types pf projectiles. His other hand held out the lead pipe, waiting to meet Ganistez's sword
What a strange design, it's like one of those swords I saw out on that island in the east back home... Noir thought to himself, watching the rat-man (as he had so dubbed Ganistez), waiting for his opening.
"Your move, rat."
With a sigh, Percy raised a palm to his face. Hello Palm. Hello Face. Nice weather we are having today. It seemed as though he was left out of this battle. Vincent was having no problems with Taka, and Ganistez looked like an equal match for Noir.
Removing his hand from his face, the teenager decided he'd try to find some kind of way around this place, trying to slip off while the two demons were occupied. He put his red coat back on with the black straps following, neglecting to button up the coat.
Trying to make his escape as quiet as possible, Percy slipped away.
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Post by mugenginga on Dec 28, 2010 21:59:20 GMT -5
(OOC: SWL, there's probably some godmoding here. Go ahead and PM me if any of its a problem and I'll fix it (and respond as if I had already... XD. I hope you don't mind I gave Taka some badassery here... XD
I'm also not sure at the point of combustion for newspaper pieces, given that the research I did based it on books and a famous book, but I figure its around that so we're just gonna call it an estimate. I'm rounding it down to the nearest ten for that reason. XD)
There was a rather short amount of time between Taka ordered the darkness that fuelled his powers and his hitting of the ground. In that short amount of time, Vincent had closed the distance, and the way Taka had landed gave him a clear shot. He felt the air beginning to raise even as he drove the blade into Taka's throat, more of that shadow-like blood spilling out, seeming to blend and meld with the shadows around it more than truly seep.
But the heat in the air was still rising, and fast. Vincent's eyes widened in a half second of true surprise. It was gone in a flash, replaced by an even icier expression than he'd already been wearing. He slammed his left foot down on Taka's chest and yanked the sword out, sending "drops" of shadow blood into the air. He pushed himself off of Taka's chest with the foot that was on it, turning around before Taka would be able to get up and running towards where Percy was attempting to slink off.
There were a few pieces of newspaper next to Taka. They suddenly erupted into flames from the raised temperature of the area... and the approximate point of combustion for paper was 450 degrees Farenheit. One could see the shimmer of heat wave expanding in the area, heating up the buildings around and racing towards Vincent and Percy.
Vincent grabbed Percy around the waist a bit roughly, enough so that the teenager would probably bruise. He didn't grab him by the wrist because the already muted force he was using could have broken the arm. He was moving fast enough that Percy would have issues fighting, and as more of the environment burst into flames, he was probably less concerned with the "not human" and more concerned with the intense heat.
It was only Vincent's speed that would save them both. The vampire shot around the corner with the speed granted by his species. The growing heat at his back had him leap to the ground, probably managing to bruise Percy even more. He'd be within site of Ganistez and Noir given the corner turn. The heat advanced just a bit further, and while Vincent crouched over Percy, his knees just in front of the teenager's legs and his hands laid flat to either side of his waist, the expanding heat melted into his back. It then drew back even quicker than it had expanded. The central point around Taka had reached 1,000 degrees and the fires caused were almost gone due to many things having become ash. The fire that had licked against Vincent's back had reached 300 degrees.
When the fire had melted Vincent's flesh, he'd given a hiss that bared his teeth. While vampires possessed teeth within the outer rages of human norm, they were still quite pointed. Percy already knew he wasn't human, as well. Despite the apparent pain the vampire was in, he looked down at Percy and spoke, his voice back to the icy and seemingly uncaring tone he'd worn the whole time.
"Are you alright? Can you get up?"
His back was already beginning to heal... but it was far slower than the other burns had healed due to the level of damage.
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Post by tsifan on Dec 30, 2010 15:41:16 GMT -5
Ganistez kept his calm nature as his eyes only gazed at vincent, almost in fury slightly. He could easily see now that Vincent wasn't like the common ones he fought back then, he was unafraid of pain by most means unless extreme. His healing properties, probably similiar to a unnatural speed that was unmatched. The moonlight lit the 'arena' up with dim light as Ganistez flashed forward. His sword at hand twirled from the back position to the front as his speed was rather quick for an average person and his sword held high as he lashed it down at Vincent like an executioner would do for beheadment.
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Wandering these parts of the area was a shrouded figure, his cape of blue covered his body as he had a strange hat, resembling that of the steriotyped witches you'd see during halloween. He was in no particular interest of wherever the hell he was as he only blinked occasionally his face hidden. He turned and looked over to the alleyway side, where he could've sworn he felt some form of Spell just ran throughout. He stepped out of the alleyway as his more notable features were now visible.
He looked like a general mage as he had the set witch hat and the strange cape to go with it. His coat seemed slightly more modern than the exterior clothing as well as his belt. It was hard to describe him, but the only main feature you could see about the face is his magenta eyes and hair. He crept a smile on his face as he observed the battle.
"Another mage eh?... This could be interesting." he spoke under his breath as he was quick on his feet, to join the chase.
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Post by DanteMGalileo on Jan 4, 2011 22:02:10 GMT -5
... I did not think it would work to that effectiveness...
Taka thought to himself, a touch shocked at what his quick, supposedly defensive-oriented spell had been able to do. His face did not show his emotions as usual, but had his face not been one of stone, you would be seeing his eyes widened.
The auburn-haired demon closed his eyes, trying to bite back the pain he felt in his throat. More of his false, shadow-like blood spilled from the wound Vincent's sword had given him. He was hoping whatever god demons worshipped that he would not have to deal with any attackers as his vocals were knocked out for the moment.
However, while his speech capabilities might have been temporarily out of commission, Taka's keen demon ears were still working just fine, and a slight frown came to his face.
He had sensed another magic-user.
Noir... you had better hold out...
That was the only thought on his mind, cursing his bad luck.
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"... You are kidding me, yes?"
Noir said mostly to himself, his reddish eyes widening a bit behind his makeshift sunglasses. Really? The rat-man gives up his attack on a genuine demon like the tres bien himself to attack Vincent? Who, as he understood, was a vampire. (Wannabe demons, he regarded them)
"What idiots...!!"
That part was out loud, his broken section of lead pipe down by his side and his palm meeting his face. That action was quickly followed by a loud sigh.
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It was official. Tonight was not a good night to be Percival Worchester.
Let's do the checklist now. Somehow sent to another world? Check. Encountering two demons, one of which being the cheese-eating surrender demon? Check. Having no idea where your blonde-haired commander was? Check.
And having to be saved by a non-human from the flames generated by the demon with the weird accent? Double check.
Percy bit back a curse, likely a sort of slur, as he was grabbed rather roughly by the waist (imagine the bruise he'll have if he ever gets around to checking it), and biting his lower lip to prevent himself from swearing a second time.
Tonight was an absolutely great night to wear a heavy coat- that is, if one understood sarcasm or was in any was a masochist.
I wonder how bad the bruise will be when I go to check it...
His eyebrows furrowed a touch, moreso than his usual stern expression at the question he had been asked.
"I am fine, thank you very much." He responded quickly, with a slight mumble to his voice.
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Post by mugenginga on Jan 6, 2011 18:44:11 GMT -5
(OOC: YES YOU LET ME DO IT. Thank you, I was so worried. I call it panic on Taka's part! Totally! And if I ever have to do it again, you're free to veto and react to what I wasn't allowed to do, just say so in OOC and I'll adjust to allow for it. Unless you're on the CBox or MSN, then I'll just ask you. XD
Also, poor Percy. XD)
Vincent's original plan had been to stand up, aware the pain would make him wince. He'd take a few hours with this one. A bit of bone had exposed there, and he was quite sure a human would have been dead. At least unconscious from the pain. He'd intended on turning to prepare to continue the fight if Percy was alright, defending his body if he wasn't. He'd known he was unlikely to be dead. Nothing had happened to the teenager after he'd thrown him to the ground, and the pulse was still in his system when he'd done so.
Of course, all that went out the window as he heard the ground shift between Ganistez' feet as he launched. It was quieter than most humans would manage, indicating that the opponent was trained at moving quietly. Or had just gotten lucky, Vincent had seen pure luck save lives and grant advantages before. Another thing was the masked human was moving rather fast. He wasn't outside of the range of human norm, but it lead further credence to the man being a trained warrior.
Vincent grabbed Percy by his belt and rolled away from the attack. The angle and additional weight made it less fluid than it could have been, and the vampire only avoided significant injury due to his preternatural speed. He didn't completely avoid it, mind you. Ganistez' blade came down and managed to slice a thin chunk of flesh off Vincent's outer right leg. He clenched his teeth as he threw Percy to the ground. He would have to apologize to the human later if he injured him, but right now his life was of more priority. The blood was flowing rather badly from the exposed bit of open flesh on Vincent's leg now, and he narrowed his eyes at Ganistez.
"I'm not your concern here!" Vincent scolded, his voice far more urgent then it had been yet. He indicated Noir with his blade, "You can attempt to kill me after we handle the demon!"
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Post by tsifan on Jan 11, 2011 3:00:44 GMT -5
(Alright, a big thanks to Mugen for this next post. Couldn't figure out what to write beforehand XD)
Ganistez's muscles relaxed a bit as he stood up his blade colored red as he shook his head a bit from what he had just did. He was provoked by his instincts upon a scent that was so familiar he caught on just now. This man feasted off the lifeforms of Mice, the very species he represented. Despite his best efforts of anger against Vincent's type of meals, he couldn't help but realize the guy was right. He should've been more focused on Noir instead of slaughtering others that were temporarily his teammate. His only response was the shift on how he faced toward the bigger demon.
Turning back to Noir he kept his thoughts collected, so they wouldn't stray. His concern was, his enemy was weilded with a weapon that was rather blunt and sharp that he wasn't sure he was able to slice through anyways. Regardless, he was willing to wing a shot at it as he was a closer distance to Noir than he was before the sudden attack shift as he dashed forward and turned his blade over to his right hand and the blade itself vertical, in a movement to try and nail a clean shot into Noir. He would be glad to end it here if he could.
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Out of the blue, a small mouse colored black that was rather insignificant at the time of battles popped out of a crack in the windowsill sniffing out something, and there he found his mark as he climbed down hoping from windowsill to windowsill, and onto a black circular object where he laid low.
The shrouded figure slowly peeked over from a shadowed area into the 'arena' in which most of the battle took place. He could feel the dispelled energy in the air lingering about as he looked boredly toward the others and wrinkled his nose. He could smell that most of them probably got out of the dumpster or something pushing up his hat a bit placing his fingers over his black scarf and pulled it up tying it around his mouth and nose so he wouldn't need to smell the repulsive scent, not even taking notice to the small mouse that took daring stunts to drop onto his hat as he approached the scene still hidden in the shadows unclipping his cape and inverting it clipping it back on. He could easily tell that the majority of parties were NOT of the human race as he scowled taking out a large black metal stick that appeared to be some type of staff. Smacking the middle of the stick it snapped on what appeared to be a hinge twisting it in a way that suddenly started up the contraption as it moved itself twisting in ways that made light clinking indicating transformation, and into a shotgun of his own choice.
Pulling up the scope he looked over the numerous targets. He couldn't tell who spewed the most evil matter, but he could care less. Non-humans are dead creatures as he pulled his vision to Ganistez. Ahh, a Spirit Demon he's assume. Something he's seen in his numerous years as a mage. Locking onto the guy he slowly pushed his gloved finger, only to hear a loud squeak with the top of his hat being pushed down!
"AUCH!" He yelled out as his shotgun made it's shot, but to who? He didn't know! The mouse was quick to retreat from the boy's hat and squeeze in a drainpipe as the short guy fell over out of his hiding place quick to get up fumbling clumsily for his staff. "Gah..! I was seen. I was seen I was seen..!"
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Ganistez's eyes widen as he noted the bullet flying not just close to him, no he just narrowly missed it by a hair as he clipped his nose practically giving him initial shock causing him to stab instead of slice at Noir from the fright, which would cause the attack to be less effective.
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Post by DanteMGalileo on Jan 14, 2011 21:21:45 GMT -5
"Took you long enough..."
Noir said this for once, in English, indicating that he was mocking someone. In this case, it was the ragtag bunch that was out to kill him, from the looks of it.
The black-haired demon raised up his lead pipe in an attempt to defend himself, his face not changing as the distance closed between him and the rat-man.
?!
A bullet suddenly zoomed by Ganistez's face, and was only a touch further from his own. Noir was glad he had worn his makeshift sunglasses; rat-man would have seen his own eyes go wide, his lead pipe lower slightly out of sho-
!?! Have I been struck!?
Noir's eyes were hidden behind his sunglasses, a fact that he was grateful for. The attack hadn't his his weak spot, but as he glanced down on the shadow-blood spilling from the slicing wound in his throat...
Damn, there goes taunting.
A minor inconvenience for him, unlike the case with his brother.
He might as well return the attack in kind. Noir suddenly made a slash out with the sharp end of his weapon, going for Ganistez's throat- it was only fair, after all.
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Now I know what it feels like to be one of the patients on Leanne's bad side... Damn it, why is it that all Germans are that strong?
Okay, that thought was a bit random, Percy thought as he was thrown to the ground, making an 'oomph' sound as he landed. Yes, I do believe that bruise is going to be ugly.
Turning his head for a better look, he couldn't help but make a small wincing noise at the state of Vincent's leg. A normal human wouldn't be able to take that kind of pain, yep, this man was not human.
Turning his head back, he pushed himself to try and force himself up.
"... Hmph."
Yes, the mean British teenager mode was back on.
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These accursed ears turn even quite sounds into loud noises, nevermind what they do with already loud noises!
Taka cursed his sensitive ears, wincing at the gunshot he had just heard. If his vocal control area had been working, he would have emitted a noise of annoyance. But no, it had to have been knocked out of commission for a short while by the non-human, non-demon with a sword.
His flames were starting to simmer down, the fires dying. His most recent spell had kept him alive, at least for now. He should try to sneak out while he had the chance- if he ran into that man again, he would be dead.
At least, if he ran into the other mage he had sensed, he at least had a chance to make it out alive.
Forcing his weak limbs to support him up, Taka slipped around the corner from which he had came, clenching his tome close to his chest.
"........ Raugh."
Well, I see my vocal area is starting to recover...
(OOC: Taka's talking ability is limited to small words and angry noises right now.)
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Post by mugenginga on Nov 6, 2011 17:39:13 GMT -5
He'd felt worse. Vincent's thoughts dully registered that fact as he rose to his feet upon criticizing Ganistez for his foolishness. The bit of flesh sliced from his leg looked more severe than it was, at least to a person of his sort. The blood loss was a matter of concern, but there was no time in the fight now to apply a tourniquet. He doubted his true identity was a total mystery to the combatants at this point and he knew for a fact not one of them considered him human any longer. He would cross that road when he came to it as well. He wasn't skirting death yet, despite the pain screaming from his back and leg.
All of those thoughts took less than a second, which was the time it took for a bullet to whizz past his head and almost hit Ganistez and then Noir. He spun around, his speed once again blurring his body, although the observant would note he had to put extra effort into planting his feet due to the leg injury. He jerked his head striaght up towards where the man who had fired the bullet was falling out of his cover. Now out of the shadows, the man was visible to him in perfect clarity - darkness provided no hindrance to Vincent's abilities to see, after all. He spoke without turning towards the combatants - Ganistez still locked in combat with Noir, and Percy attempting to pick himself off the ground - but it was clear he was addressing them both.
"We need to flee," Vincent stated. No explanation, but no room for argument either. The man had stated it as a fact, nothing more.
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Post by DanteMGalileo on Dec 11, 2011 9:47:26 GMT -5
(OOC: Sorry about the wait. Schoolwork sucks)
Forcing his legs to support himself to his full (unimpressive) height, a wincing Percy felt his hands, once they had gotten aforementioned legs off the ground, on his chest and sides. He gave a small wince for a brief second before frowning slightly. Of course, being rather emotionally repressed, it only lingered for a brief moment before he took on his usual, stern expression.
He turned to see Ganistez still fighting the cheese-eating surrender demon, said black-haired man now going for the rat-man's throat, silenced from the wound that he had received not too long ago.
He mentally frowned when he realized Taka had slipped off. Damn, to think I was that close to finishing him off.
Finally, he regarded Vincent. And he, for once, decided to take the idea of a retreat during a battle seriously.
I will follow his words for now. I will find out just what his intentions are later...
"... As you say. Now, time to get the bloody hell out of here."
Percy took some steps, presumably realizing that he wasn't a good runner at the moment, a fast walk of sorts, having no clue as to where he was going.
Considering the cheese-eating surrender demon and the demon with the weird accent are both present, it's possible that he might find someone he actually liked, or in a worst case scenario, run into Kit.
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