Reaching Salvation: Post-Acer
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Re: Reaching Salvation: Post-Acer
by Dobi Boshi Sun Dec 09, 2012 8:42 pm
"Because I want to kill Lillian just as much as you do," Oliver shrugged, he might as well be up front with his reason for being there. "Or rather, one of the the adults under her commander - Tabaris. I will stop at nothing to kill this man, in order to achieve this it would be mutually benefit us all if we worked together, I can help you protect your people and in exchange I get a chance to kill Tabaris.
"Not to mention I have crucial information on Lillian's key lieutenants who will be leading the attack on this settlement shortly. The more time you waste being angry could be better spent preparing, time is something we do not have a lot of. Should we both survive this conflict then I will not argue any decisions you make upon what to do over my past actions."
"Not to mention I have crucial information on Lillian's key lieutenants who will be leading the attack on this settlement shortly. The more time you waste being angry could be better spent preparing, time is something we do not have a lot of. Should we both survive this conflict then I will not argue any decisions you make upon what to do over my past actions."
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Re: Reaching Salvation: Post-Acer
by quackers are yummylicious Sun Dec 09, 2012 9:23 pm
Heidi growled under her breath, before glancing over at Erika. She was more level-headed of the two. She still wanted Oliver to get the hell out, but she couldn't deny the fact that he'd be a good ally if he wasn't going to turn on them.
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Re: Reaching Salvation: Post-Acer
by Creation of Pokerus Sun Dec 09, 2012 10:06 pm
Being that Paul had nothing better to do, he took two of his people who weren't working and took them to guard the people who were being teleported out in case the enemy party decided to make an early entrance with some scouts or advance team.
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Re: Reaching Salvation: Post-Acer
by Big Uri Sun Dec 09, 2012 10:55 pm
"You were Shima's lieutenant, right?" Luke asked curiously, scrutinising Oliver carefully. He had only seen Oliver once that he remembered, the day that Nathan had broken him and his Flow Rebounded on him. This meant that Olover was not connected with positive times in Luke's head, leaving him slightly prejudiced against him, albeit not very strongly.
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Re: Reaching Salvation: Post-Acer
by Dobi Boshi Mon Dec 10, 2012 1:53 pm
"I was," Oliver replied, trying not to frown, "but towards the end Shima had decided that he and those that followed him must walk a path I could not follow him down. I seem to have no choice but to walk it now, however."
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Re: Reaching Salvation: Post-Acer
by Stabberz Mon Dec 10, 2012 3:15 pm
Nathan kept silent during the exchange, not trusting himself to get involved in anything that could lead to fighting. Biting back the want to shut Heidi up, he instead focused his mind on the group waiting to be teleported. His eyes scanned the weary faces before falling on Ryker, he sent a mental command explaining what was going on and then continued to analyse every mind he could read.
He met no blocks to his psychic abilities other than Paul who Nathan had long since given up trying to read. The people gathered in the surrounding area were all normal villagers. None of whom were a spy.
There is no spy here, they're all here to be teleported... Was the sentence he relayed to Eithne.
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From where Paul's group had been working stood two hooded figures. Both of identical build and shape. No one could see nor sense them, they were invisible and anything with a two meter radius of them would appear completely normal to anyone.
They both smirked at the same time as they looked at what was the main worry for Lillian's army. Paul's little group and their building would have been difficult to crack and would have damaged many of their people. But that was why they were here.
Spies, and saboteurs. No one had know they were there, not Nathan, not Eithne, not Tom and not Paul. Paul's people hadn't known when they had snuck in and planted the explosives, Nathan hadn't noticed when they'd snuck into his makeshift house and stolen scraps of his DNA and Eithne hadn't noticed when he'd rushed past them to go and check on the teleportation party.
They glanced at each other before looking down at two torn fingerless gloves. The bombs that they'd lined up cover mortar and heavy machinery. A flow resistance tank had been found and they made sure to set the bomb for that up so it would be of no use.
Every bomb was set to go off... looking down at timers on the wrists they grinned, removed their hoods and grabbed hold of a glove each.
Instantly they were transformed, both exact replicas of Nathan. Their ability was to be able to touch someone's DNA and gain their flow and their appearance.
The flow was shared between them so that when they were isolated they were only at half power. In this case, the two of them together had Nathan's Darkness.
As the timer reached zero they turned to each other and let the darkness take over their minds.
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Explosions tore through Paul's group's building, hitting the flow proof generator, the tank, the mortar cannons and many of the ceilings and floors of the building, even the wheels that transported the building were bombed causing the axis to crack and leaving the building motionless. The explosions could be heard from the teleportation site.
It drew the attention of those gathered who barely had time to take in the sight of smoke before a single pillar of darkness rose to the sky and the familiar feeling of despair washed over the Acer village.
He met no blocks to his psychic abilities other than Paul who Nathan had long since given up trying to read. The people gathered in the surrounding area were all normal villagers. None of whom were a spy.
There is no spy here, they're all here to be teleported... Was the sentence he relayed to Eithne.
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From where Paul's group had been working stood two hooded figures. Both of identical build and shape. No one could see nor sense them, they were invisible and anything with a two meter radius of them would appear completely normal to anyone.
They both smirked at the same time as they looked at what was the main worry for Lillian's army. Paul's little group and their building would have been difficult to crack and would have damaged many of their people. But that was why they were here.
Spies, and saboteurs. No one had know they were there, not Nathan, not Eithne, not Tom and not Paul. Paul's people hadn't known when they had snuck in and planted the explosives, Nathan hadn't noticed when they'd snuck into his makeshift house and stolen scraps of his DNA and Eithne hadn't noticed when he'd rushed past them to go and check on the teleportation party.
They glanced at each other before looking down at two torn fingerless gloves. The bombs that they'd lined up cover mortar and heavy machinery. A flow resistance tank had been found and they made sure to set the bomb for that up so it would be of no use.
Every bomb was set to go off... looking down at timers on the wrists they grinned, removed their hoods and grabbed hold of a glove each.
Instantly they were transformed, both exact replicas of Nathan. Their ability was to be able to touch someone's DNA and gain their flow and their appearance.
The flow was shared between them so that when they were isolated they were only at half power. In this case, the two of them together had Nathan's Darkness.
As the timer reached zero they turned to each other and let the darkness take over their minds.
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Explosions tore through Paul's group's building, hitting the flow proof generator, the tank, the mortar cannons and many of the ceilings and floors of the building, even the wheels that transported the building were bombed causing the axis to crack and leaving the building motionless. The explosions could be heard from the teleportation site.
It drew the attention of those gathered who barely had time to take in the sight of smoke before a single pillar of darkness rose to the sky and the familiar feeling of despair washed over the Acer village.
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Re: Reaching Salvation: Post-Acer
by Big Uri Mon Dec 10, 2012 5:20 pm
Luke nodded at Oliver's words, not trusting the man any more than any of those present, but recognising re worth in having a value of his ability. He had been about to shut off and wait for the debate to be over when everything went to shit. It had been the heat that drew his attention first of all, as he could feel it erupting with the explosion.
It was the darkness that got him though. Even before he saw the pillar, that horrible feeling, the very weight of it in the back of his mind gave it away. His hand shook slightly before he clenched it firmly, a small flame enveloping his fist. He had been wondering if a day like this would arrive, mentally preparing to face darkness, albeit for the event that Nathan went crazy again. He was sure he was mentally prepared, but he just wasn't sure if his physical strength was enough to protect Kira.
He looked over to his companion then, suddenly realising that she would be affected much more badly by the turn of events than he was. Extinguishing his flame, he took her hand gently, giving it a reassuring squeeze, as much for himself as for her.
Tom merely stayed his usual stoic self, though if one was looking at him they could see his teeth clench and his eyes narrow slightly. Nathan would feel a small stone pinging off his leg, too small to be significant. Tom has just been checking if it was some kind of advanced illusion of a darkness-ruled Nathan, not wanting to be caught off guard. He had been silent, after all.
It was the darkness that got him though. Even before he saw the pillar, that horrible feeling, the very weight of it in the back of his mind gave it away. His hand shook slightly before he clenched it firmly, a small flame enveloping his fist. He had been wondering if a day like this would arrive, mentally preparing to face darkness, albeit for the event that Nathan went crazy again. He was sure he was mentally prepared, but he just wasn't sure if his physical strength was enough to protect Kira.
He looked over to his companion then, suddenly realising that she would be affected much more badly by the turn of events than he was. Extinguishing his flame, he took her hand gently, giving it a reassuring squeeze, as much for himself as for her.
Tom merely stayed his usual stoic self, though if one was looking at him they could see his teeth clench and his eyes narrow slightly. Nathan would feel a small stone pinging off his leg, too small to be significant. Tom has just been checking if it was some kind of advanced illusion of a darkness-ruled Nathan, not wanting to be caught off guard. He had been silent, after all.
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Re: Reaching Salvation: Post-Acer
by quackers are yummylicious Mon Dec 10, 2012 5:55 pm
Heidi quite visibly jumped, her eyes widening as she whipped her head towards the explosion. When the despair washed over a moment later, she instantly turned towards Nathan, her eyes flickering with rage. "Bastard!" she screamed, her spear clattering to the ground, as she ran at him, swinging her at his face. The sight of darkness meant Nathan was to blame.
Kira shrieked at the sound of the explosion, her wide eyes looking far off as her memory dragged her back into the past. Explosions took people. The wave of despair snapped her out of her panicked reverie a moment later, and she only jumped a little when Luke stepped among the plants that were rapidly growing around her to take her hand.
Nathan wouldn't have...no. Kira could find no reason to believe why Nathan would cause such a huge explosion, so that must've meant that one of Lillian's people had darkness. The idea of that made her feel sick to her stomach. She didn't want to have to deal with that again, feeling the darkness Flow hunting her down. She was sure that the feeling of dread was only worse for Luke.
Kira shrieked at the sound of the explosion, her wide eyes looking far off as her memory dragged her back into the past. Explosions took people. The wave of despair snapped her out of her panicked reverie a moment later, and she only jumped a little when Luke stepped among the plants that were rapidly growing around her to take her hand.
Nathan wouldn't have...no. Kira could find no reason to believe why Nathan would cause such a huge explosion, so that must've meant that one of Lillian's people had darkness. The idea of that made her feel sick to her stomach. She didn't want to have to deal with that again, feeling the darkness Flow hunting her down. She was sure that the feeling of dread was only worse for Luke.
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Re: Reaching Salvation: Post-Acer
by Big Uri Mon Dec 10, 2012 6:15 pm
"Heidi, it's not him," Tom stated calmly in his quiet and patient tone of voice, though he would admit that it was a bit forced, if only to himself so nobody knew. He moved the earth under Heidi's feet backwards out orange, not wanting either of them to get hurt, though he was admittedly more concerned about the aggressor, Heidi.
"He's not an illusion," Tom demonstrated this by pinging another small stone off him. "And he didn't use his Flow there. There must be someone else with darkness."
It only took a second longer before he remembered, uttering Victoria's name quietly. But he knew it was beyond her, and he feel two people standing where the darkness was emanating from.
"He's not an illusion," Tom demonstrated this by pinging another small stone off him. "And he didn't use his Flow there. There must be someone else with darkness."
It only took a second longer before he remembered, uttering Victoria's name quietly. But he knew it was beyond her, and he feel two people standing where the darkness was emanating from.
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Re: Reaching Salvation: Post-Acer
by quackers are yummylicious Mon Dec 10, 2012 6:21 pm
Heidi turned towards Tom, her scowl deepening, before turning to Ryker. "Teleportation starts now," she ordered, before turning back towards the pillar of smoke and darkness. "Tom, you and I are gonna head off and investigate that, hopefully just recon, no fighting. Nathan, you are staying far away from it. You're on defense. So are the rest of you. Any objections? No? Peachy," she barked out, picking up her spear and turning to Tom. "No fighting, just recon," she repeated.
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Re: Reaching Salvation: Post-Acer
by Stabberz Mon Dec 10, 2012 6:56 pm
The moment the despair washed over him, Nathan's body seemed to lock into place. The stones hitting him didn't move him. Heidi hitting him didn't move him. His control over his body seemed to have deserted him completely. He was aware of what was going on around him, he could see everything, but he couldn't do anything about it.
A ringing noise plagued his hearing and he was well aware of all eyes being on him. Darkness was his trademark, he'd been through the records of tournaments there was no one else alive other than Victoria who had Darkness. Ven and Victoria had been the only known people who had received that flow.
The waves of despair that continued to fall down on them like an ocean were telling Nathan otherwise. This darkness was at the same power as Nathan would be if he gave into his inner demons.
He still found himself unable to fully control himself but his mouth opened and he felt his lips move, even if he couldn't hear what he was saying.
"Ryker... teleport... now!" the words came out as a shout, but those who had been in the Acer Tournament would know that tone of voice. He kept his head low as an inky blackness begun to fill his irises.
A similar black ink began to form on his chest, up his neck and along his arms. Feeling this restored Nathan's hearing and in the space of a second he was no longer stood there. His body blurred and he was heading towards the source of the explosion.
He wasn't in control of his movements.
A ringing noise plagued his hearing and he was well aware of all eyes being on him. Darkness was his trademark, he'd been through the records of tournaments there was no one else alive other than Victoria who had Darkness. Ven and Victoria had been the only known people who had received that flow.
The waves of despair that continued to fall down on them like an ocean were telling Nathan otherwise. This darkness was at the same power as Nathan would be if he gave into his inner demons.
He still found himself unable to fully control himself but his mouth opened and he felt his lips move, even if he couldn't hear what he was saying.
"Ryker... teleport... now!" the words came out as a shout, but those who had been in the Acer Tournament would know that tone of voice. He kept his head low as an inky blackness begun to fill his irises.
A similar black ink began to form on his chest, up his neck and along his arms. Feeling this restored Nathan's hearing and in the space of a second he was no longer stood there. His body blurred and he was heading towards the source of the explosion.
He wasn't in control of his movements.
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Re: Reaching Salvation: Post-Acer
by Big Uri Mon Dec 10, 2012 7:56 pm
"You got my back," Tom replied, beginning to move as soon as Heidi made the call. The trust was implicit in his voice, and there were few people he would prefer to have at his back than Heidi when push came to shove. He knew he could trust her to look out for him, and that was a great thing to have when things were happening that he couldn't fully understand.
However, when Nathan rushed past him and Tom could practically feel the darkness oozing off him, he kicked the speed up a notch, racing after him. He slowed down before they arrived, wanting to let Heidi scope out the situation.
"Not sure if there's much hope for a lack of combat over here," he mentioned grimly to her. Resorting to his old method of messaging, he made giant letters of stone come out of the ground to spell out a message for both Eithne and the people who had been with him and Nathan.
"Any help you could offer without leaving anywhere too defenceless would be much appreciated. Not sure how much Heidi and I can do if Nate's gone dark too."
However, when Nathan rushed past him and Tom could practically feel the darkness oozing off him, he kicked the speed up a notch, racing after him. He slowed down before they arrived, wanting to let Heidi scope out the situation.
"Not sure if there's much hope for a lack of combat over here," he mentioned grimly to her. Resorting to his old method of messaging, he made giant letters of stone come out of the ground to spell out a message for both Eithne and the people who had been with him and Nathan.
"Any help you could offer without leaving anywhere too defenceless would be much appreciated. Not sure how much Heidi and I can do if Nate's gone dark too."
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Re: Reaching Salvation: Post-Acer
by Dobi Boshi Mon Dec 10, 2012 8:18 pm
"Just peachy," Eithne sighed, cracking his neck as he clambered of the stone he'd been sat on. "I'll keep this lot safe until the last of 'em away, the rest of you fan out and search the place, there's no telling how many people are actually here!"
"That boy," Oliver spoke, coming up behind Eithne, arms still folded over his chest and eyes closed in thought, "if he losses control of himself now then there's no telling how much damage he could cause, both to himself and others around him. I will disable him, he can't mimic my powers."
"Eh, since when the fuck did you become immune to Nathan's mimicry shit?" Eithne demanded, not like the sound of what he was hearing.
"Since copying my flow would lock him in its powers," Oliver replied, cracking one eye open, "it's why I had to start utilizing the Roads of Sin when I first became an adult, I literally have to much power for my mortal body to handle, if I didn't channel my Flow the way I do I would quite literally crush myself with my own power. And if I had to kill myself, I could think of much better ways to do it."
Yeah, he really didn't like the sound of that at all. Just what kind of a monster was Oliver? He didn't want to find out: he'd already had his ass handed to him by a first generation Acer, he had no desire to repeat the experience. Like, ever.
"Go," Eithne agreed, nodding his head slightly, "just be warned, if anything happens to any of them I'll have your head." Oliver just nodded, and in a swish of his cloak he was gone.
"That boy," Oliver spoke, coming up behind Eithne, arms still folded over his chest and eyes closed in thought, "if he losses control of himself now then there's no telling how much damage he could cause, both to himself and others around him. I will disable him, he can't mimic my powers."
"Eh, since when the fuck did you become immune to Nathan's mimicry shit?" Eithne demanded, not like the sound of what he was hearing.
"Since copying my flow would lock him in its powers," Oliver replied, cracking one eye open, "it's why I had to start utilizing the Roads of Sin when I first became an adult, I literally have to much power for my mortal body to handle, if I didn't channel my Flow the way I do I would quite literally crush myself with my own power. And if I had to kill myself, I could think of much better ways to do it."
Yeah, he really didn't like the sound of that at all. Just what kind of a monster was Oliver? He didn't want to find out: he'd already had his ass handed to him by a first generation Acer, he had no desire to repeat the experience. Like, ever.
"Go," Eithne agreed, nodding his head slightly, "just be warned, if anything happens to any of them I'll have your head." Oliver just nodded, and in a swish of his cloak he was gone.
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Re: Reaching Salvation: Post-Acer
by Creation of Pokerus Mon Dec 10, 2012 9:05 pm
"Fuck!" Paul swore, ordering his two people to oversee the teleportation while he ran back to the supply depot. If they lost their guns now...
When he arrived there he was glad to see the tent with the spare guns and ammo in them secure and guarded. No one was getting in that tent easily. He went to inspect the smoking mortar pits, fearing the worst. However, only the crews were slightly injured by the blast, having been working on shells a distance away. Those extra couple shells would go to the tank now. Nothing else seemed destroyed, which was funny because that meant that they were only down a couple unfinished mortar tubes. The actual tank could easily be moved away for support and defense of the actual village.
Shaking his head, Paul put several more people to guard the spare ammunition and weapons and the walker tank, which was unharmed. The rest were set to making mirrors and various other reflective materials and filling magazines.
Paul then turned his attention to the darkness Flow that filled the air and depressed his men. It wouldn't be hard tracking it down, but defeating it...
When he arrived there he was glad to see the tent with the spare guns and ammo in them secure and guarded. No one was getting in that tent easily. He went to inspect the smoking mortar pits, fearing the worst. However, only the crews were slightly injured by the blast, having been working on shells a distance away. Those extra couple shells would go to the tank now. Nothing else seemed destroyed, which was funny because that meant that they were only down a couple unfinished mortar tubes. The actual tank could easily be moved away for support and defense of the actual village.
Shaking his head, Paul put several more people to guard the spare ammunition and weapons and the walker tank, which was unharmed. The rest were set to making mirrors and various other reflective materials and filling magazines.
Paul then turned his attention to the darkness Flow that filled the air and depressed his men. It wouldn't be hard tracking it down, but defeating it...
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Re: Reaching Salvation: Post-Acer
by quackers are yummylicious Mon Dec 10, 2012 11:53 pm
Heidi had started moving towards the wreckage as Nathan passed her and Tom. Upon feeling and seeing the darkness coming from him, she let off a long string of curses, following after Tom as the two gave chase.
"Not anymore," she sighed, looking back and forth between Tom and the explosion site. "At least there's no skeleton yet," she commented, turning her gaze back to Tom. "Send for back up, but I think it'd be best if we try to confine him, keep him holed up until he stops being so...depressing." She really didn't want to have to deal with bombs and fire, and darkness Flow times two. Pain in the ass.
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Seeing Nathan's rather dark appearance was enough to push Kira over the edge. "I-I-I'm g-g-going home..." she announced quietly to Luke. She personally hoped that he would follow, but the tight feeling in her chest was making it hard to breath and she kind of wanted to just knock herself out so all the scary things would go away.
She allowed a few more seconds to pass out of indecisiveness, before turning on her heels and running back towards the forest as fast as she could, quite eager to reach the safety of her haven.
"Not anymore," she sighed, looking back and forth between Tom and the explosion site. "At least there's no skeleton yet," she commented, turning her gaze back to Tom. "Send for back up, but I think it'd be best if we try to confine him, keep him holed up until he stops being so...depressing." She really didn't want to have to deal with bombs and fire, and darkness Flow times two. Pain in the ass.
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Seeing Nathan's rather dark appearance was enough to push Kira over the edge. "I-I-I'm g-g-going home..." she announced quietly to Luke. She personally hoped that he would follow, but the tight feeling in her chest was making it hard to breath and she kind of wanted to just knock herself out so all the scary things would go away.
She allowed a few more seconds to pass out of indecisiveness, before turning on her heels and running back towards the forest as fast as she could, quite eager to reach the safety of her haven.
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Re: Reaching Salvation: Post-Acer
by Big Uri Tue Dec 11, 2012 7:54 pm
"Already sent for back up," Tom affirmed calmly, beginning to glow green wit the Flow as the earth began to rumble around Nathan and the two, the circumference of the area he made rumble beginning to crack up into the air as if it was evaporating. The massive power signature that Tom using his full power created began to make itself known, the concentration evident on his face as he tried to make a barrier.
"Is this alright with you as a method if containment, or do you want us to get in there so we can tell what's happening?" Tom asked, his voice more of a grunt with his distraction as he focused from the next step. A razor thin line appeared across the diameter of the area he was influencing, zipping between Nathan and the pair too fast for a normal human eye to track.
It didn't seem to do anything initially, a mere second of calm following his action. Then the earth exploded along the line, a whirling maelstrom of stone and dust roaring into life along the line to act as a barrier between the two inside his compound. The small stones he had created zipped around with razor sharp edges inside the tempest, while the larger boulders were big enough to break someone's bones if they collided with them at the speed that they were travelling at.
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Luke looked at Kira going worriedly, his fear and indecision plain for all the world to see on his face. When he thought about facing darkness-corrupted Nathan, he hadn't taken Kira into account. Now he was torn. He couldn't leave her alone to fend for herself in her current mental state, and furthermore, how could he let her feel deserted by him in her time of need, when so similar a situation had preceded him being put into a coma before?
But on the other hand, he couldn't just flee, scared, to safety, leaving the fighting to other people while he cowered with his girlfriend. Not only would he feel appalled and ashamed inside, they might need him on the battlefield, even if he wasn't a particularly strong combatant and had already proven to be a failure. He stayed rooted to the spot, clueless about what was right and without any guidance coming his way.
"Is this alright with you as a method if containment, or do you want us to get in there so we can tell what's happening?" Tom asked, his voice more of a grunt with his distraction as he focused from the next step. A razor thin line appeared across the diameter of the area he was influencing, zipping between Nathan and the pair too fast for a normal human eye to track.
It didn't seem to do anything initially, a mere second of calm following his action. Then the earth exploded along the line, a whirling maelstrom of stone and dust roaring into life along the line to act as a barrier between the two inside his compound. The small stones he had created zipped around with razor sharp edges inside the tempest, while the larger boulders were big enough to break someone's bones if they collided with them at the speed that they were travelling at.
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Luke looked at Kira going worriedly, his fear and indecision plain for all the world to see on his face. When he thought about facing darkness-corrupted Nathan, he hadn't taken Kira into account. Now he was torn. He couldn't leave her alone to fend for herself in her current mental state, and furthermore, how could he let her feel deserted by him in her time of need, when so similar a situation had preceded him being put into a coma before?
But on the other hand, he couldn't just flee, scared, to safety, leaving the fighting to other people while he cowered with his girlfriend. Not only would he feel appalled and ashamed inside, they might need him on the battlefield, even if he wasn't a particularly strong combatant and had already proven to be a failure. He stayed rooted to the spot, clueless about what was right and without any guidance coming his way.
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Re: Reaching Salvation: Post-Acer
by quackers are yummylicious Tue Dec 11, 2012 9:35 pm
"Looks good," Heidi answered, pursing her lips in thought. "I want to say divide and conquer, one group gets Nathan, and one group gets the bomber, but I don't know how well a divide in power is going to work..." she groaned frustratedly, bouncing back and forth on the balls of her feet nervously.
She fell silent for another few seconds, silently musing over the situation. "Eithne and Oliver go after the bomber, we fight Nathan. We know Nathan's power, I think you and I could take him. The bomber is the unknown power here, and whether I like it or not, Oliver is pretty powerful."
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Kira quickly made her way to the tree house, getting to the roof and looking out over the forest and at the pillar of smoke rising up. She reached out with her Flow, sensing the darkness that had taken over Nathan, and swallowed anxiously. With Nathan returning to darkness, she wasn't quite sure how many options she had, but she certainly didn't want to leave herself so vulnerable.
Despite not being religious, she muttered a prayer of sorts under her breath, her Flow ballooning out over the forest. Trying not to think too much, she swallowed back her fears, before pulsing her Flow out once more. As the wave of Flow hit the surrounding trees and plants, they went up in dust, until the only plants remaining from Kira's Flow was the treehouse and a few remaining trees surrounding it. She choked back tears, looking at where her home at once been, before climbing down from the treehouse. She wasn't going to let Luke convince her to stay behind this time, or at least she hoped so.
She fell silent for another few seconds, silently musing over the situation. "Eithne and Oliver go after the bomber, we fight Nathan. We know Nathan's power, I think you and I could take him. The bomber is the unknown power here, and whether I like it or not, Oliver is pretty powerful."
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Kira quickly made her way to the tree house, getting to the roof and looking out over the forest and at the pillar of smoke rising up. She reached out with her Flow, sensing the darkness that had taken over Nathan, and swallowed anxiously. With Nathan returning to darkness, she wasn't quite sure how many options she had, but she certainly didn't want to leave herself so vulnerable.
Despite not being religious, she muttered a prayer of sorts under her breath, her Flow ballooning out over the forest. Trying not to think too much, she swallowed back her fears, before pulsing her Flow out once more. As the wave of Flow hit the surrounding trees and plants, they went up in dust, until the only plants remaining from Kira's Flow was the treehouse and a few remaining trees surrounding it. She choked back tears, looking at where her home at once been, before climbing down from the treehouse. She wasn't going to let Luke convince her to stay behind this time, or at least she hoped so.
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Re: Reaching Salvation: Post-Acer
by Creation of Pokerus Wed Dec 12, 2012 5:17 am
Paul began looking through the camp warily, all senses active. Someone had planted those bombs and he would have no trouble tracking down just who did it. "Which energy signature doesn't belong..." he hummed to himself, stalking along a tent. He had no intentions in quarreling with Nathan at the moment; weakening the both of them would be pointless and the fact that Nathan was going nuts was a bad sign. The last thing they needed was both of them utterly exhausted and caught off guard like the first time.
So, logic would point out that something had triggered something in Nathan. Supposedly Shima was gone, so that ruled out that. However, someone had done something, and he was gonna get to the bottom of it. Paul had no trouble discovering two different Nathans, one where he obviously should be, and another in a completely different area. "There it is." Unless somehow Nathan had gained replication as a Flow, which was totally possible yet highly unlikely, Paul's current target was within his vicinity. The one thing Paul couldn't understand, however, was that there was two energy signatures, which made no sense to him at all. Both were emitting the same Flow, as well; a very rare sight. Something was afoot.
Shrugging off his AK and leaning it against a wall, Paul cracked his neck. Obviously his gun would be next to useless against a doppelganger Nathan, so the most logical choice was to use brute force. For the first time in five years Paul was gonna use his Flow to directly harm someone; that is, if he caught up with them. There was a very real possibility that the sabateur would escape and then that would be that. However, that might be for the best; the person(s?) hadn't done a very good job of destroying the important stuff. Of course, all the important stuff was under constant watch, so placing bombs on them would be next to impossible.
So, logic would point out that something had triggered something in Nathan. Supposedly Shima was gone, so that ruled out that. However, someone had done something, and he was gonna get to the bottom of it. Paul had no trouble discovering two different Nathans, one where he obviously should be, and another in a completely different area. "There it is." Unless somehow Nathan had gained replication as a Flow, which was totally possible yet highly unlikely, Paul's current target was within his vicinity. The one thing Paul couldn't understand, however, was that there was two energy signatures, which made no sense to him at all. Both were emitting the same Flow, as well; a very rare sight. Something was afoot.
Shrugging off his AK and leaning it against a wall, Paul cracked his neck. Obviously his gun would be next to useless against a doppelganger Nathan, so the most logical choice was to use brute force. For the first time in five years Paul was gonna use his Flow to directly harm someone; that is, if he caught up with them. There was a very real possibility that the sabateur would escape and then that would be that. However, that might be for the best; the person(s?) hadn't done a very good job of destroying the important stuff. Of course, all the important stuff was under constant watch, so placing bombs on them would be next to impossible.
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Re: Reaching Salvation: Post-Acer
by Dobi Boshi Wed Dec 12, 2012 8:40 pm
OoC: Hope no one minds me saying all the evacues have finished departing, figured it'd be a quick enough process. If anyone has any complaints, don't really see why they would, but still, just say so on the OoC.
Warnings: Huge ass post is huge.
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Eithne nodded to himself as the last of those to be evacuated via teleportation vanished from sight. Good, he thought, nodding to himself as he made to turn away and head back to the medical tent Amelia had set up, she and Lucas hadn’t been among the large group to leave due to some people still needed dire treatments that only she could provide, making sure they were kept out of the way of whatever the hell was going on now was his priority - everyone else could deal with their own problems.
“Eithne McHale,” a gravelly grunt caught his attention as he reached the edge of the clearing. Looking over his shoulder, he found some dressed in tattered hooded rages had appeared behind him – Paul's men nowhere in sight. “I was only supposed to use the distraction provided to perform some light recon, but when I saw you here, I just couldn’t pass up this opportunity.”
“Let me guess,” Eithne said, eyes narrowing as he folded his arms over his chest, “one of Lillian’s goons who wants to show of by trying to take me down?”
“Goons…? Personally I prefer the term enforcer,” the hooded figures replied, looking up to meet his eye and Eithne’s blood froze. It can’t be…! “What’s the matter, Eithne,” the new arrival spoke, casting off their tattered rags, revealing the figure underneath to a slim, towering figure, taller than Eithne himself, garbed in the baggy black pants, covered in strange white tribal markings and a matching hooded, poncho. Their skin was a glittering onyx colour, with strange gem-like stones forged into it in a strange array of patterned lines. Their face was hidden by some hideous, demonic mask with extruding skeletal teeth and crooked horns peeked out from under their hood. Sheet White strands of hair falling out the front of their hood soulless red eyes, bloodlust alight like a raging fire in their depths. “You look as though you’ve seen a ghost!”
“You’re dead!” Eithne roared back, actually taking a step back out of fear. That’s defiantly Second Skin! There were no if ands or buts about it. He knew exactly who it was that stood before him. Zeruel – his former teammate, someone he was certain he’d seen die.
“No! You just left me to die,” Zeruel snarled back, fists clenching, “And I have come to pay to you back for that service you did me that day. Because if you hadn’t left me to die in that maze, I’d probably be awaiting my death alongside you and your sad little society.”
“Like being a part of Lillian’s army is so much better.”
“If I get to kill you, yes,” he really should have seen an answer like that coming, Eithne told himself. Second Skin had been a bitch of a Flow to spar against, and he was pretty sure Zeruel had never dialled it up to max during their brief time together so he actually stood a chance when they fought and his former teammate would be at the adult level now… This isn’t going to be easy… Hell, Zeruel makes Nathan seem laughable in terms of durability – no need for regeneration when nothing can hurt you in the first place.
“Tell me, Eithne,” Zeruel called across the space between them, dropping down into a feral crouch, the ground on which they stood unable take the jewel encrusted monstrosity’s weight, cracking under foot. “I hear you have yourself some sort of little family now. A girlfriend and newly born son, but he’s not even yours, or so they say. Tell me, does she scream? I like the screamers better…”
And when Eithne registered just what it was his former teammate was imply was going to happen to Amelia should he lose, he lost it. Throwing himself across the distance between in the blink of an eye with a roar of rage, he hooked Zeruel in the face with as a powerful blast he could muster on such a small charge – the bastard didn’t even flinch in response. There was however a slightly cracking sound and that told him what he’d wanted to find out in the first place.
“Pathetic,” Zeruel hissed, and before Eithne knew was happening he felt his forearm being crushed in the monster’s iron grip before he himself took a fearsome right hook to the face. The blow dislocated his jaw almost instantly, and he would have been sent flying, but his ex-teammate refused to let go of him and instead he just backwards, unable to even scream pain due a broken jaw.
Zeruel just yanked him back from the first blow before backhanding him, though this time he was allowed to fly through the air and crashing into the ground. Gagging, he bounced off of the ground, tumbling backwards before finally coming to a stop in a crumpled heap.
“You always were ruled by emotion, such a pity it’s the death of you,” Zeruel mused, casually closing the distance between them – the bastard was in no rush, his ex-teammate did have the upper hand and Eithne himself might as well have been a wounded animal before a great predator, struggling just to get himself back onto his hands and knees after a two fucking hits.
Closing his eyes, he breathed in through his nose, then out again before snapping his dislocated jaw back into place. His scream was probably heard all the way back at the settlement. Writhing on the ground, his eyes stinging with tears, Eithne was so focus on trying not to pass out that he never even realised Zeruel was already looming over him.
“I must admit, you having a healing factor will make this fight all the more enjoyable,” Lillian’s minion chuckled, raising a foot before bringing it down to curb stomp Eithne’s skull. He was barely able to roll out of the way, scrambling away from his former teammate and staggering back to his feet. “I really do hope that attack of yours was just you warming up, you won’t even last another minute if you continue to fight like that.”
Damn it, Zeruel’s right…! I can’t afford to take any more hits like that; even with a healing factor I’ll end up taking damage faster than I can heal. Cracking his neck, Eithne began flexing the fingers in his right hand; it was the second time in a few days his forearm had been shattered so his body knew exactly what to do to repair itself quickly. At this rate I’d last longer than a minute, but not by much… I need a plan!
Shaking off the dizzy spell that was trying to coax him back down onto the ground, Eithne noticed that although small, his first attack actually left a mark – a slight crack on the left cheek. So, Second Skin still doesn’t protect your head, eh, Zeruel? Guess that would explain the mask… well, at least he knew what to go for now.
“Just try and catch me!” Eithne snarled blasting him inside of his opponents reach, throwing a furious jab into the bastard’s right side, the force of the ensuing blast had the monster staggering back, just in range of a nice round house to the face. And as the kick connected there was a brilliant flash of red as the discharged blast tore apart the leg of his jeans and he went flying back whilst Lillian’s underling went skidding back, roaring and clutching the spot he’d hit.
But he knew he couldn’t give Zeruel any time to recover if he wanted any chance at winning. So in a second, after scrambling to catch his balance, he was upon his foe once more, delivering an uppercut to the chin. But Zeruel had been ready for him this time, latching onto his wrist whilst twisting out of the way to avoid the worst of the uppercut, lifting Eithne from the ground and throwing him like a ragdoll into the ground.
“Gotcha,” Zeruel hissed, trying to curb stomp Eithne once more, but the attack had been as easy to dodge as it was predict and Scot gotta away without a scratch. Though the instant Zeruel’s foot hit the ground where his head had been, the earth exploded, blowing up dirt and smoke and drawing a another roar of fury from his former teammate.
Skidding back, Eithne allowed himself to drop low, trying to catch sight of Zeruel’s footwork when the bastard left the smoke cloud. Frowning when a few moments paced with no activity whatsoever, the former Acer charged up a quick ball of crimson energy between his hands before throwing it into smoke – only for it to tear straight through it.
Shit! He thought, realising where the next attack would be coming from, but he never got the chance to turn completely before Zeruel slashed up at him, a giant blade having grown of the monstrosity’s right forearm, a twisted and black thing that looked like poorly cut metal.
Thankfully, the second attack he’d be charging up in one hand had enough power to blast the pair of them apart when he detonated it in his hand, leaving it chard, but at least he only escaped with a nasty cut running up from his waist up to his shoulder instead of being cut in two. Damn it, he thought, wincing as he traced his fingers along the top, my Healing Factor can’t take this; I ain’t Nathan, my wounds still take time to heal properly if I take too much damage, and the more damage I take the longer it’s going to take. He just has to keep wearing me down and eventually my Healing Factor is going to be worth jack shit.
“That’s new,” Eithne panted, dropping to one knee as he clutched at his newest wound. Zeruel just chuckled, listing the blade up again for him to see it properly, the blood and metal glinting in the sunlight.
“It took a lot of time and effort, but I soon learnt how to extrude my Second Skin beyond covering my own body and shape it such a way,” his former teammate explained ever-so-casually, trudging towards him once more. “It’s rather crude, I’ll admit. But it’s effective, wouldn’t you agree.” Eithne could only nod.
“I think you know you can’t beat me, not in your current state,”
“Shut your face, Zeruel!” Eithne yelled, forcing him back onto wobbly legs, still clutching at his chest wound. “This fight ain’t over ‘til I’m dead!”
“I wouldn’t have it any other way!”
And with terrifying speed, Zeruel was on him again slashing downwards this time. Shit, when was Zeruel so fast! Guess that explains the sneak attack…! Thankfully, no matter how fast his ex-teammate had become, he would always be the faster of the paper, and was able to side step the slash. Grabbing onto his opponents other wrist, Eithne lifted the arm upwards, before punching his opponent’s side.
“What did you do!?” Zeruel bellowed, as he jumped back out of reach. Neither of his attacks had caused any sort of explosion.
“Wait a few seconds and see,” Eithne taunted, smirking slightly as he charged his feet, ready for a kinetic step should his plan work. And just like he’d guessed, Zeruel began flexing his fingers and arm, trying to work out what had been done. And just as Zeruel made a fist for what must have been the umpteenth time, both left arm and side exploded in a brilliant flash of crimson light as Lillian’s underlying screamed in pain.
“So, you second skin can protect you from blasts outside, but not underneath,” Eithne announced, tone cocky as flashed into striking range of Zeruel, lashing out without a series one-twos to the face, hissing as wounded giant went staggering back, as Eithne knuckles cracked and his fingers broke again and again against mask, which too began to crack and crumble under the pressure.
Roaring, Zeruel struck out of him with an upwards slash, finally able recover from the explosion that had given Eithne the upper hand. The attack forced the Scot to back off out of range to avoid being hit, which would give his opponent the chance to catch themselves.
But now at range, Eithne could see the effects of his handy work. Zeruel’s entire left arm was now nothing but a bloody mess of tanned skin and shards of metal sticking out of it, he was pretty sure he could see bone as well. The blow to the side was just as nasty, having blown away almost all of the protection to the left side of the chest, shredding the clothes Zeruel wore.
“Damn you!” Zeruel shrieked, voice much less gravelly now – much closer to what he remembered, if a little more horse and husky. The mask must've had some sort of voice filter, probably damage it with that last round of attacks.
“Ah, c’mon, Zeruel, don’t be like that!” But the bastard was stubborn, and came rushing at him barely a second later. He’d be caught off guard, but was able to pull out of the stabbing motion Zeruel made for the most part, instead of stabbing him in the heart he only got a blade buried in his left shoulder. It still hurt like hell though. Snarling, he swung out widely himself, a small orb of crimson energy spinning in his hands that he quickly slammed into the side of his enemies head.
And with another blast, they were torn away from one another. Eithne screamed, tears of pain bursting forth as he felt the blade in his shoulder jerk upwards and tear through bone and flesh – his left arm was now utterly useless. Stumbling back now, he clutched at the gaping wound that had been his shoulder, hissing as he tried to his best to stop crying, he couldn’t see through tears and if he couldn’t see he couldn’t fight – ergo dead man.
I’ll be lucky if I can ever use my left arm ever again after that one… tit-for-tat he supposed, he’d already busted Zeruel’s left arm so he guessed they were both even on that count now. Catching himself, Eithne wiped at his eyes with the back of his chard right hand, leaving his face bloody stained and eyes bloodshot.
Though now that he could see properly, he noticed that his last attack had completed destroyed what was left of Zeruel’s busted demon mask. Sarah Creed, or Zeruel the name she’d adopted, was pretty much the same as he remember: slim face with high cheek bones and defined jaw line, tanned skin and bloody red eyes. She was older, but that was about the only noticeable difference.
“Shit, woman, you got issues,” Eithne gasped, wincing as he brought his right hand up to nurse his busted shoulder: he could barely feel his left arm at his point. Not a good sign… he had to end it with his next attack.
“Bastard, you’ve got nerve!”
“Got a whole lot more than nerve, Sarah,” Eithne threw back, “but this is much better, don’t you think? We can chat face to face like this.” Zeruel just snarled at him, her killing intent more noticeable than ever before.
Taking a deep breath, Eithne ducked down as he grabbed a stone from the ground before running at Zeruel, putting whatever he could afford to into the little rock. And in her blind fury, Zeruel took a mad swing at him without even really thinking, and he ducked under the attack, jamming the little rock into a crack in her Second Skin before flashing away.
“Sorry, Sarah, but it’s over,” Eithne said as he skidded to a halt behind Zeruel, who quickly spun to face him – which in turn triggered the little bomb he’d made. The rock imploded, before expanding outwards into a giant pillar of crimson energy that consumed and destroyed all that it touched.
“Eithne, you bastard…!” Zeruel screamed as she was engulfed in a giant pillar of crimson light. It was the same attack he’d used to bring his fight with Nathan to an end, and once again it had worked as an excellent finisher. Maybe I over did it… he thought as he took a step back, throwing up his good arm to shield his eyes from the light.
The attack faded quickly thereafter, leaving nothing both Eithne and Zeruel in a wasteland of smoke and cracked earth. Zeruel’s Second Skin had been completely obliterated, just like he’d hoped it would though she still looked to be in one peace, he expected as much though given that much of the attacks power would have been eaten up getting through Second Skin.
“I… lost…?” the defeated woman murmured, eyes wide in horror as her legs gave out. Eithne could barely stand as he watched Zeruel collapse to the ground, clothing all but rags and body broken. It’s over… he’d beaten her, if only just. Shaking his head, the Scot turned away from the defeated woman, he was needed elsewhere.
“Where do you think you’re going, you bastard!” Still conscious after that…? He had to admit, he was rather impressed as he turned to look over his shoulder to find the tanned skinned woman was struggling back onto her hands and knees. “We’re not done, Eithne!”
“Yes, we are, Sarah,” her head snapped up to look at him, nothing but hatred burning in those bloody red eyes. Yet, in the end he found the only thing he felt towards his ex-teammate was pity. “I’ve already killed you once, I ain’t doing it again. Just lie there take comfort in knowing the rest of your lot will be joining you defeat soon enough.”
“Your overconfident bastard,” Zeruel screamed, tears of fury running down her cheeks. “You’re all going to die, you hear me!” Eithne just snorted, shaking his head as he turned to face the woman who hated him properly.
“You sound like a bad comic book villain, just give it up already,” but she ignored him, and he could only watch on in horror as Zeruel actually managed to bring herself upright, though she probably having a harder time staying up right that he was. “Don’t do this, Zeruel – I don’t want to kill you.”
“And that’s what going to get you killed, you bleeding heart!” And the next thing he knew there was a jarring pain in his chest, and Zeruel hand crashed down onto one knee with one arm outstretched. The fuck…? He looked down to find a large piece of shattered metal sticking out of his gut. When did…?
The world spun and his legs gaze out on him, everything blurring together in one mass of colours. So this is, then…? Eithne realised, his Healing Factor taxed well beyond its limits. There was no saving himself now, not with that anyway. Damn, never figured death would be so anti-climactic... but as he was about to fall face first into the earth, Zeruel stopped him by grabbing onto the shard protruding from his abdomen, keeping him on his knees.
“What’s the matter, Eithne,” she asked as he looked up at him, his face still bearing its look of surprise, “you look gutted!” And to punctuate her statement, and maybe just to spite him and make things as painful as possible, she twisted the shard, burring it a little deeper into his gut. “Any last words, bastard?”
“Just three,” he said, his voice barely a whisper, but he managed a slightly smirk when Zeruel looked down at him with a surprised look on her face. “Point blank, shithead!” Eithne roared, putting every last announce of power he had into forcing himself back onto his feet, throwing his fist forward with all the charge he had left and blasting a hole through Zeruel’s chest.
The look of utter shock as on her face as Zeruel let go of the shard that had killed him, falling back onto the ground with a giant wound in her chest and horrified expression on her face made Eithne chuckle slightly. Dumb bitch, should have just killed me instead of taunting, classic villain mistake…! Staggering back a few steps, Eithne gave up and crashed to the ground, deciding it would be nice to see the sky one last time before he died.
“Shit,” he coughed, barely able to breath, he must had a punctured lung or some shit like that – he really finished he paid a little more attention to Amelia medical jargon now. “Died like a badass and on one was even around to see, just my fuckin’ luck…" Nathan, you better take damn good care of Lucas, or so help me I will find a way to come back and beat your ass into the a bloody pulp... Amelia, sorry, hen, there's a lot I wish I could take back and do differently about what we went through but it's a little late for that now. Irish, will look after Heidi and Simon, I can trust him to do that for me, guess this means I won't get to see the kid though, wonder what she'll call it? Eithne's a good name... He had to chuckle at where his own thoughts had led him, those were seriously his last ones? Well, they could've been worse, he supposed, as he watched the clouds pass overhead one last time.
“Ah well,” he thought, smiling slightly as he closed his eyes for the last time, “guess I’ll catch you guys on the flipside.”
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OoC: Who saw that coming, no one did! That's who! Anyways, the post is probably full of errors so I'll go over it again later and edit those out, but toddles for now~! [/i]
Warnings: Huge ass post is huge.
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Eithne nodded to himself as the last of those to be evacuated via teleportation vanished from sight. Good, he thought, nodding to himself as he made to turn away and head back to the medical tent Amelia had set up, she and Lucas hadn’t been among the large group to leave due to some people still needed dire treatments that only she could provide, making sure they were kept out of the way of whatever the hell was going on now was his priority - everyone else could deal with their own problems.
“Eithne McHale,” a gravelly grunt caught his attention as he reached the edge of the clearing. Looking over his shoulder, he found some dressed in tattered hooded rages had appeared behind him – Paul's men nowhere in sight. “I was only supposed to use the distraction provided to perform some light recon, but when I saw you here, I just couldn’t pass up this opportunity.”
“Let me guess,” Eithne said, eyes narrowing as he folded his arms over his chest, “one of Lillian’s goons who wants to show of by trying to take me down?”
“Goons…? Personally I prefer the term enforcer,” the hooded figures replied, looking up to meet his eye and Eithne’s blood froze. It can’t be…! “What’s the matter, Eithne,” the new arrival spoke, casting off their tattered rags, revealing the figure underneath to a slim, towering figure, taller than Eithne himself, garbed in the baggy black pants, covered in strange white tribal markings and a matching hooded, poncho. Their skin was a glittering onyx colour, with strange gem-like stones forged into it in a strange array of patterned lines. Their face was hidden by some hideous, demonic mask with extruding skeletal teeth and crooked horns peeked out from under their hood. Sheet White strands of hair falling out the front of their hood soulless red eyes, bloodlust alight like a raging fire in their depths. “You look as though you’ve seen a ghost!”
“You’re dead!” Eithne roared back, actually taking a step back out of fear. That’s defiantly Second Skin! There were no if ands or buts about it. He knew exactly who it was that stood before him. Zeruel – his former teammate, someone he was certain he’d seen die.
“No! You just left me to die,” Zeruel snarled back, fists clenching, “And I have come to pay to you back for that service you did me that day. Because if you hadn’t left me to die in that maze, I’d probably be awaiting my death alongside you and your sad little society.”
“Like being a part of Lillian’s army is so much better.”
“If I get to kill you, yes,” he really should have seen an answer like that coming, Eithne told himself. Second Skin had been a bitch of a Flow to spar against, and he was pretty sure Zeruel had never dialled it up to max during their brief time together so he actually stood a chance when they fought and his former teammate would be at the adult level now… This isn’t going to be easy… Hell, Zeruel makes Nathan seem laughable in terms of durability – no need for regeneration when nothing can hurt you in the first place.
“Tell me, Eithne,” Zeruel called across the space between them, dropping down into a feral crouch, the ground on which they stood unable take the jewel encrusted monstrosity’s weight, cracking under foot. “I hear you have yourself some sort of little family now. A girlfriend and newly born son, but he’s not even yours, or so they say. Tell me, does she scream? I like the screamers better…”
And when Eithne registered just what it was his former teammate was imply was going to happen to Amelia should he lose, he lost it. Throwing himself across the distance between in the blink of an eye with a roar of rage, he hooked Zeruel in the face with as a powerful blast he could muster on such a small charge – the bastard didn’t even flinch in response. There was however a slightly cracking sound and that told him what he’d wanted to find out in the first place.
“Pathetic,” Zeruel hissed, and before Eithne knew was happening he felt his forearm being crushed in the monster’s iron grip before he himself took a fearsome right hook to the face. The blow dislocated his jaw almost instantly, and he would have been sent flying, but his ex-teammate refused to let go of him and instead he just backwards, unable to even scream pain due a broken jaw.
Zeruel just yanked him back from the first blow before backhanding him, though this time he was allowed to fly through the air and crashing into the ground. Gagging, he bounced off of the ground, tumbling backwards before finally coming to a stop in a crumpled heap.
“You always were ruled by emotion, such a pity it’s the death of you,” Zeruel mused, casually closing the distance between them – the bastard was in no rush, his ex-teammate did have the upper hand and Eithne himself might as well have been a wounded animal before a great predator, struggling just to get himself back onto his hands and knees after a two fucking hits.
Closing his eyes, he breathed in through his nose, then out again before snapping his dislocated jaw back into place. His scream was probably heard all the way back at the settlement. Writhing on the ground, his eyes stinging with tears, Eithne was so focus on trying not to pass out that he never even realised Zeruel was already looming over him.
“I must admit, you having a healing factor will make this fight all the more enjoyable,” Lillian’s minion chuckled, raising a foot before bringing it down to curb stomp Eithne’s skull. He was barely able to roll out of the way, scrambling away from his former teammate and staggering back to his feet. “I really do hope that attack of yours was just you warming up, you won’t even last another minute if you continue to fight like that.”
Damn it, Zeruel’s right…! I can’t afford to take any more hits like that; even with a healing factor I’ll end up taking damage faster than I can heal. Cracking his neck, Eithne began flexing the fingers in his right hand; it was the second time in a few days his forearm had been shattered so his body knew exactly what to do to repair itself quickly. At this rate I’d last longer than a minute, but not by much… I need a plan!
Shaking off the dizzy spell that was trying to coax him back down onto the ground, Eithne noticed that although small, his first attack actually left a mark – a slight crack on the left cheek. So, Second Skin still doesn’t protect your head, eh, Zeruel? Guess that would explain the mask… well, at least he knew what to go for now.
“Just try and catch me!” Eithne snarled blasting him inside of his opponents reach, throwing a furious jab into the bastard’s right side, the force of the ensuing blast had the monster staggering back, just in range of a nice round house to the face. And as the kick connected there was a brilliant flash of red as the discharged blast tore apart the leg of his jeans and he went flying back whilst Lillian’s underling went skidding back, roaring and clutching the spot he’d hit.
But he knew he couldn’t give Zeruel any time to recover if he wanted any chance at winning. So in a second, after scrambling to catch his balance, he was upon his foe once more, delivering an uppercut to the chin. But Zeruel had been ready for him this time, latching onto his wrist whilst twisting out of the way to avoid the worst of the uppercut, lifting Eithne from the ground and throwing him like a ragdoll into the ground.
“Gotcha,” Zeruel hissed, trying to curb stomp Eithne once more, but the attack had been as easy to dodge as it was predict and Scot gotta away without a scratch. Though the instant Zeruel’s foot hit the ground where his head had been, the earth exploded, blowing up dirt and smoke and drawing a another roar of fury from his former teammate.
Skidding back, Eithne allowed himself to drop low, trying to catch sight of Zeruel’s footwork when the bastard left the smoke cloud. Frowning when a few moments paced with no activity whatsoever, the former Acer charged up a quick ball of crimson energy between his hands before throwing it into smoke – only for it to tear straight through it.
Shit! He thought, realising where the next attack would be coming from, but he never got the chance to turn completely before Zeruel slashed up at him, a giant blade having grown of the monstrosity’s right forearm, a twisted and black thing that looked like poorly cut metal.
Thankfully, the second attack he’d be charging up in one hand had enough power to blast the pair of them apart when he detonated it in his hand, leaving it chard, but at least he only escaped with a nasty cut running up from his waist up to his shoulder instead of being cut in two. Damn it, he thought, wincing as he traced his fingers along the top, my Healing Factor can’t take this; I ain’t Nathan, my wounds still take time to heal properly if I take too much damage, and the more damage I take the longer it’s going to take. He just has to keep wearing me down and eventually my Healing Factor is going to be worth jack shit.
“That’s new,” Eithne panted, dropping to one knee as he clutched at his newest wound. Zeruel just chuckled, listing the blade up again for him to see it properly, the blood and metal glinting in the sunlight.
“It took a lot of time and effort, but I soon learnt how to extrude my Second Skin beyond covering my own body and shape it such a way,” his former teammate explained ever-so-casually, trudging towards him once more. “It’s rather crude, I’ll admit. But it’s effective, wouldn’t you agree.” Eithne could only nod.
“I think you know you can’t beat me, not in your current state,”
“Shut your face, Zeruel!” Eithne yelled, forcing him back onto wobbly legs, still clutching at his chest wound. “This fight ain’t over ‘til I’m dead!”
“I wouldn’t have it any other way!”
And with terrifying speed, Zeruel was on him again slashing downwards this time. Shit, when was Zeruel so fast! Guess that explains the sneak attack…! Thankfully, no matter how fast his ex-teammate had become, he would always be the faster of the paper, and was able to side step the slash. Grabbing onto his opponents other wrist, Eithne lifted the arm upwards, before punching his opponent’s side.
“What did you do!?” Zeruel bellowed, as he jumped back out of reach. Neither of his attacks had caused any sort of explosion.
“Wait a few seconds and see,” Eithne taunted, smirking slightly as he charged his feet, ready for a kinetic step should his plan work. And just like he’d guessed, Zeruel began flexing his fingers and arm, trying to work out what had been done. And just as Zeruel made a fist for what must have been the umpteenth time, both left arm and side exploded in a brilliant flash of crimson light as Lillian’s underlying screamed in pain.
“So, you second skin can protect you from blasts outside, but not underneath,” Eithne announced, tone cocky as flashed into striking range of Zeruel, lashing out without a series one-twos to the face, hissing as wounded giant went staggering back, as Eithne knuckles cracked and his fingers broke again and again against mask, which too began to crack and crumble under the pressure.
Roaring, Zeruel struck out of him with an upwards slash, finally able recover from the explosion that had given Eithne the upper hand. The attack forced the Scot to back off out of range to avoid being hit, which would give his opponent the chance to catch themselves.
But now at range, Eithne could see the effects of his handy work. Zeruel’s entire left arm was now nothing but a bloody mess of tanned skin and shards of metal sticking out of it, he was pretty sure he could see bone as well. The blow to the side was just as nasty, having blown away almost all of the protection to the left side of the chest, shredding the clothes Zeruel wore.
“Damn you!” Zeruel shrieked, voice much less gravelly now – much closer to what he remembered, if a little more horse and husky. The mask must've had some sort of voice filter, probably damage it with that last round of attacks.
“Ah, c’mon, Zeruel, don’t be like that!” But the bastard was stubborn, and came rushing at him barely a second later. He’d be caught off guard, but was able to pull out of the stabbing motion Zeruel made for the most part, instead of stabbing him in the heart he only got a blade buried in his left shoulder. It still hurt like hell though. Snarling, he swung out widely himself, a small orb of crimson energy spinning in his hands that he quickly slammed into the side of his enemies head.
And with another blast, they were torn away from one another. Eithne screamed, tears of pain bursting forth as he felt the blade in his shoulder jerk upwards and tear through bone and flesh – his left arm was now utterly useless. Stumbling back now, he clutched at the gaping wound that had been his shoulder, hissing as he tried to his best to stop crying, he couldn’t see through tears and if he couldn’t see he couldn’t fight – ergo dead man.
I’ll be lucky if I can ever use my left arm ever again after that one… tit-for-tat he supposed, he’d already busted Zeruel’s left arm so he guessed they were both even on that count now. Catching himself, Eithne wiped at his eyes with the back of his chard right hand, leaving his face bloody stained and eyes bloodshot.
Though now that he could see properly, he noticed that his last attack had completed destroyed what was left of Zeruel’s busted demon mask. Sarah Creed, or Zeruel the name she’d adopted, was pretty much the same as he remember: slim face with high cheek bones and defined jaw line, tanned skin and bloody red eyes. She was older, but that was about the only noticeable difference.
“Shit, woman, you got issues,” Eithne gasped, wincing as he brought his right hand up to nurse his busted shoulder: he could barely feel his left arm at his point. Not a good sign… he had to end it with his next attack.
“Bastard, you’ve got nerve!”
“Got a whole lot more than nerve, Sarah,” Eithne threw back, “but this is much better, don’t you think? We can chat face to face like this.” Zeruel just snarled at him, her killing intent more noticeable than ever before.
Taking a deep breath, Eithne ducked down as he grabbed a stone from the ground before running at Zeruel, putting whatever he could afford to into the little rock. And in her blind fury, Zeruel took a mad swing at him without even really thinking, and he ducked under the attack, jamming the little rock into a crack in her Second Skin before flashing away.
“Sorry, Sarah, but it’s over,” Eithne said as he skidded to a halt behind Zeruel, who quickly spun to face him – which in turn triggered the little bomb he’d made. The rock imploded, before expanding outwards into a giant pillar of crimson energy that consumed and destroyed all that it touched.
“Eithne, you bastard…!” Zeruel screamed as she was engulfed in a giant pillar of crimson light. It was the same attack he’d used to bring his fight with Nathan to an end, and once again it had worked as an excellent finisher. Maybe I over did it… he thought as he took a step back, throwing up his good arm to shield his eyes from the light.
The attack faded quickly thereafter, leaving nothing both Eithne and Zeruel in a wasteland of smoke and cracked earth. Zeruel’s Second Skin had been completely obliterated, just like he’d hoped it would though she still looked to be in one peace, he expected as much though given that much of the attacks power would have been eaten up getting through Second Skin.
“I… lost…?” the defeated woman murmured, eyes wide in horror as her legs gave out. Eithne could barely stand as he watched Zeruel collapse to the ground, clothing all but rags and body broken. It’s over… he’d beaten her, if only just. Shaking his head, the Scot turned away from the defeated woman, he was needed elsewhere.
“Where do you think you’re going, you bastard!” Still conscious after that…? He had to admit, he was rather impressed as he turned to look over his shoulder to find the tanned skinned woman was struggling back onto her hands and knees. “We’re not done, Eithne!”
“Yes, we are, Sarah,” her head snapped up to look at him, nothing but hatred burning in those bloody red eyes. Yet, in the end he found the only thing he felt towards his ex-teammate was pity. “I’ve already killed you once, I ain’t doing it again. Just lie there take comfort in knowing the rest of your lot will be joining you defeat soon enough.”
“Your overconfident bastard,” Zeruel screamed, tears of fury running down her cheeks. “You’re all going to die, you hear me!” Eithne just snorted, shaking his head as he turned to face the woman who hated him properly.
“You sound like a bad comic book villain, just give it up already,” but she ignored him, and he could only watch on in horror as Zeruel actually managed to bring herself upright, though she probably having a harder time staying up right that he was. “Don’t do this, Zeruel – I don’t want to kill you.”
“And that’s what going to get you killed, you bleeding heart!” And the next thing he knew there was a jarring pain in his chest, and Zeruel hand crashed down onto one knee with one arm outstretched. The fuck…? He looked down to find a large piece of shattered metal sticking out of his gut. When did…?
The world spun and his legs gaze out on him, everything blurring together in one mass of colours. So this is, then…? Eithne realised, his Healing Factor taxed well beyond its limits. There was no saving himself now, not with that anyway. Damn, never figured death would be so anti-climactic... but as he was about to fall face first into the earth, Zeruel stopped him by grabbing onto the shard protruding from his abdomen, keeping him on his knees.
“What’s the matter, Eithne,” she asked as he looked up at him, his face still bearing its look of surprise, “you look gutted!” And to punctuate her statement, and maybe just to spite him and make things as painful as possible, she twisted the shard, burring it a little deeper into his gut. “Any last words, bastard?”
“Just three,” he said, his voice barely a whisper, but he managed a slightly smirk when Zeruel looked down at him with a surprised look on her face. “Point blank, shithead!” Eithne roared, putting every last announce of power he had into forcing himself back onto his feet, throwing his fist forward with all the charge he had left and blasting a hole through Zeruel’s chest.
The look of utter shock as on her face as Zeruel let go of the shard that had killed him, falling back onto the ground with a giant wound in her chest and horrified expression on her face made Eithne chuckle slightly. Dumb bitch, should have just killed me instead of taunting, classic villain mistake…! Staggering back a few steps, Eithne gave up and crashed to the ground, deciding it would be nice to see the sky one last time before he died.
“Shit,” he coughed, barely able to breath, he must had a punctured lung or some shit like that – he really finished he paid a little more attention to Amelia medical jargon now. “Died like a badass and on one was even around to see, just my fuckin’ luck…" Nathan, you better take damn good care of Lucas, or so help me I will find a way to come back and beat your ass into the a bloody pulp... Amelia, sorry, hen, there's a lot I wish I could take back and do differently about what we went through but it's a little late for that now. Irish, will look after Heidi and Simon, I can trust him to do that for me, guess this means I won't get to see the kid though, wonder what she'll call it? Eithne's a good name... He had to chuckle at where his own thoughts had led him, those were seriously his last ones? Well, they could've been worse, he supposed, as he watched the clouds pass overhead one last time.
“Ah well,” he thought, smiling slightly as he closed his eyes for the last time, “guess I’ll catch you guys on the flipside.”
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OoC: Who saw that coming, no one did! That's who! Anyways, the post is probably full of errors so I'll go over it again later and edit those out, but toddles for now~! [/i]
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Re: Reaching Salvation: Post-Acer
by quackers are yummylicious Mon Dec 24, 2012 11:52 am
Kira rubbed her eyes as she walked back towards the village, trying not to start crying again. She could cry later, when Nathan wasn't crazy and everything was fine. This time around, she wasn't going to just sit on the sidelines and let everyone around her get hurt.
As she got closer, she squinted, seeing something...piled up on the ground. The closer she got, the more defined the shapes became until... "Oh...n-no..." Kira stammered, frozen in shock for a second, before running towards the two bodies. She recognized one as Eithne, checking his pulse first. Nothing. She reached for the second person's arm, checking her pulse as well. Nothing. They were both dead.
What had happened? Had Nathan already been here? She didn't think so, since she hadn't felt his Flow come near the village... Where was Luke? Was he alright?
She let out a small sob, before quietly reprimanding herself for crying, turning back to the two bodies. It wouldn't do to leave them like this... She slowly began laying the two of them out straight, closing the girl's eyes. Lillian wasn't even here yet, and people were dying. Why did everyone feel the need to kill each other? They were all on the same side, weren't they?
Kira sat down a few feet away from the two, not sure what to do now. Go find Luke? Try to calm Nathan down? Even if she knew what she wanted to do, she wasn't sure her legs would work very well. She hadn't seen a dead body since the tournament, and it was still as frightening as she remembered, if not more. Fighting was horrible.
As she got closer, she squinted, seeing something...piled up on the ground. The closer she got, the more defined the shapes became until... "Oh...n-no..." Kira stammered, frozen in shock for a second, before running towards the two bodies. She recognized one as Eithne, checking his pulse first. Nothing. She reached for the second person's arm, checking her pulse as well. Nothing. They were both dead.
What had happened? Had Nathan already been here? She didn't think so, since she hadn't felt his Flow come near the village... Where was Luke? Was he alright?
She let out a small sob, before quietly reprimanding herself for crying, turning back to the two bodies. It wouldn't do to leave them like this... She slowly began laying the two of them out straight, closing the girl's eyes. Lillian wasn't even here yet, and people were dying. Why did everyone feel the need to kill each other? They were all on the same side, weren't they?
Kira sat down a few feet away from the two, not sure what to do now. Go find Luke? Try to calm Nathan down? Even if she knew what she wanted to do, she wasn't sure her legs would work very well. She hadn't seen a dead body since the tournament, and it was still as frightening as she remembered, if not more. Fighting was horrible.
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Re: Reaching Salvation: Post-Acer
by Big Uri Tue Dec 25, 2012 12:10 am
Tom opened his mouth to agree to her plan, before an extremely powerful flaring up of Flow caught his attention. The Flows were definitely on Nathan's level, something that he didn't sense everyday, so it interested him greatly until he realised how familiar one of them was. Had he not been distracted by the two hugely powerful darkness Flows right next to him he probably would have noticed sooner, but as it was, it took him a minute or two.
The Flow was Eithne's. He tried to expand his consciousness to three places while still keeping Nathan and the Flow thieves contained, but even as he reached over, he felt Eithne fading.
"No, c'mon, you're supposed to be the strongest," he muttered, teeth clenching. He felt his barrier of rocks begin to slow down and reacted quickly enough to keep them spinning and moving, hoping that since he felt his friend's opponent slowing down that the Scot would be alright. It was just as he became ready that he felt Eithne die.
He didn't react then, not visibly, save for his eyes narrowing slightly and his teeth clenching a little tighter. His barrier of rocks spiralled faster, the maelstrom of stone becoming a little more violent in its movement. His pale eyes were a little more emotional if Heidi looked, but he was still a lot more in control than most would be after losing one of their three close friends and realising that, since they had lost one of their strongest fighters, the upcoming battle had become even more unwinnable.
He thought for a second about what he was going to say since he knew Heidi was poor at sensing Flows, reminding himself that remorse's and emotion's place was not on the battlefield. If people thought that he was ice-cold, then that was a price he was willing to pay. "...Eithne's dead, Heidi."
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Luke remained rooted in place for a while longer, half-hoping that someone would come along and help him with the decision-making. It didn't matter who to him, it was just hope for escape, that he wouldn't have to bear responsibility for his choices. The time he spent there seemed like a lot longer to him than it was in actual fact, but eventually he managed a decision. He took off running to where he felt Kira, abandoning his own personal desires for battle.
The Flow was Eithne's. He tried to expand his consciousness to three places while still keeping Nathan and the Flow thieves contained, but even as he reached over, he felt Eithne fading.
"No, c'mon, you're supposed to be the strongest," he muttered, teeth clenching. He felt his barrier of rocks begin to slow down and reacted quickly enough to keep them spinning and moving, hoping that since he felt his friend's opponent slowing down that the Scot would be alright. It was just as he became ready that he felt Eithne die.
He didn't react then, not visibly, save for his eyes narrowing slightly and his teeth clenching a little tighter. His barrier of rocks spiralled faster, the maelstrom of stone becoming a little more violent in its movement. His pale eyes were a little more emotional if Heidi looked, but he was still a lot more in control than most would be after losing one of their three close friends and realising that, since they had lost one of their strongest fighters, the upcoming battle had become even more unwinnable.
He thought for a second about what he was going to say since he knew Heidi was poor at sensing Flows, reminding himself that remorse's and emotion's place was not on the battlefield. If people thought that he was ice-cold, then that was a price he was willing to pay. "...Eithne's dead, Heidi."
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Luke remained rooted in place for a while longer, half-hoping that someone would come along and help him with the decision-making. It didn't matter who to him, it was just hope for escape, that he wouldn't have to bear responsibility for his choices. The time he spent there seemed like a lot longer to him than it was in actual fact, but eventually he managed a decision. He took off running to where he felt Kira, abandoning his own personal desires for battle.
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Re: Reaching Salvation: Post-Acer
by quackers are yummylicious Tue Dec 25, 2012 12:32 am
Heidi looked over at Tom, a rather cross look on her face. "Oi, knock it off. This ain't a good time for making jokes. Tell Eithne to get his butt and Oliver's butt over to the explosion and check shit out," she repeated herself, though she was shaking slightly. Tom was joking, wasn't he? Just joking. Part of her was trying to remind her that Tom wasn't usually the joking type, but she did her best to ignore it, instead clenching her spear tightly in her hands.
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Kira stared straight ahead, still stuck in her own personal indecision. Part of her wanted to find Luke, and make sure he was safe. Another wanted to stop Nathan before he could hurt anyone else. Yet another wanted to grab Luke and whisk him away to some secluded place, where Lillian or any one would never find them. She was past hiding on her own, she'd already destroyed the forest. Where else could she hide?
Feeling Luke come nearer, she managed to get to her feet, feeling about ready to lose whatever was in her stomach. Kira allowed herself another sideways glance at the two bodies, feeling her legs nearly collapse beneath her. Would he think she killed both of them? She hoped not. She had tried not to get too much blood on her hands and clothes when she was laying out the bodies.
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Kira stared straight ahead, still stuck in her own personal indecision. Part of her wanted to find Luke, and make sure he was safe. Another wanted to stop Nathan before he could hurt anyone else. Yet another wanted to grab Luke and whisk him away to some secluded place, where Lillian or any one would never find them. She was past hiding on her own, she'd already destroyed the forest. Where else could she hide?
Feeling Luke come nearer, she managed to get to her feet, feeling about ready to lose whatever was in her stomach. Kira allowed herself another sideways glance at the two bodies, feeling her legs nearly collapse beneath her. Would he think she killed both of them? She hoped not. She had tried not to get too much blood on her hands and clothes when she was laying out the bodies.
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Re: Reaching Salvation: Post-Acer
by Big Uri Tue Dec 25, 2012 12:37 am
"Heidi," Tom said simply, reminding her that he wasn't the type to joke about about something like that. His voice was unerringly calm, with a slightly gentle tone and a barely detectable hint of sadness. The emotion in his eyes had mostly shifted to rage in the few minutes since Eithne had died, and had become much harder to spot. He had to stop himself again from taking it out on Nathan and the thieves. "Please. I'm not joking."
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Luke sped up as he neared her, having to decelerate quite sharply to avoid colliding with Kira. He looked at her with worry, his fear not about whether or not she'd killed either of them, which he hadn't even considered, but mainly whether she was alright, given the blood on her clothing. Even though it wasn't a lot it was enough to scare him.
"Are you alright? Are you hurt? How can I help?" he asked, moving forward to wrap her in a relieved hug. The worry and care were evident in his eyes as he pulled back, still with his arms around her, to see how she was.
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Luke sped up as he neared her, having to decelerate quite sharply to avoid colliding with Kira. He looked at her with worry, his fear not about whether or not she'd killed either of them, which he hadn't even considered, but mainly whether she was alright, given the blood on her clothing. Even though it wasn't a lot it was enough to scare him.
"Are you alright? Are you hurt? How can I help?" he asked, moving forward to wrap her in a relieved hug. The worry and care were evident in his eyes as he pulled back, still with his arms around her, to see how she was.
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Re: Reaching Salvation: Post-Acer
by quackers are yummylicious Tue Dec 25, 2012 12:44 am
Heidi fell silent, shaking her head in disbelief. A crimson aura started to grow around her, giving off all her rage, sadness, and hatred. "It's not funny, Tom. Not funny," she stated, her voice gaining a rather high pitch compared to her lower, almost husky voice.
Eithne couldn't be dead, he couldn't be. It was impossible. There was still so many promises to be kept, and he had a son to take care of, and he had said he was going to teach Simon how to fish. Eithne couldn't be dead. Tears started to well up in her eyes, running down her face, though she stayed still, unmoving. If she moved, she might slip and give into the anger and hatred that was boiling inside of her. She might hurt something that she didn't want to.
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Kira hugged Luke back tightly, shaking slightly. She would not cry she would not cry she would not cry. "I-I-I-I..." she stuttered, unable to get any words out. After several seconds of silence on her part, she opened her mouth again. "I-It's n-n-not mine...th-the blood..." she whispered, as if she was scared of her voice getting any louder.
Eithne couldn't be dead, he couldn't be. It was impossible. There was still so many promises to be kept, and he had a son to take care of, and he had said he was going to teach Simon how to fish. Eithne couldn't be dead. Tears started to well up in her eyes, running down her face, though she stayed still, unmoving. If she moved, she might slip and give into the anger and hatred that was boiling inside of her. She might hurt something that she didn't want to.
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Kira hugged Luke back tightly, shaking slightly. She would not cry she would not cry she would not cry. "I-I-I-I..." she stuttered, unable to get any words out. After several seconds of silence on her part, she opened her mouth again. "I-It's n-n-not mine...th-the blood..." she whispered, as if she was scared of her voice getting any louder.
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Re: Reaching Salvation: Post-Acer
by Big Uri Tue Dec 25, 2012 12:53 am
OoC: I forgot to post for Luke, so I edited it in above, sorry about that. Not are if you saw and I figured it was while you were posting, so I figured I'd say.
OoC2: Goddamn, ninja'd.
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Tom turned around silently, a dark expression on his face. He knew that the one who had killed Eithne was dead and that he couldn't do anything about her, but he felt the irrational need to beat someone into the ground, something he'd never done before. He felt like he had to give the enemy back a body-bag or two of their own to even out for the one he had to deal with.
But when he thought about how Heidi was reacting, it put all thoughts of murder out of his head, oddly enough. An eye for an eye never appealed to him, and this only furthered his notion that killing only brought sadness, and his self-control was too rigid for him to forget that.
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Luke looked nothing but relieved. He still hadn't realised that Kira had worried about him thinking that she was a murderer. He hugged her again, immensely glad that his fears about her safety had been put to rest. He would never have been able to forgive himself if his indecision led to her being harmed.
"Oh, you have no idea how happy I am to hear that," he breathed.
OoC2: Goddamn, ninja'd.
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Tom turned around silently, a dark expression on his face. He knew that the one who had killed Eithne was dead and that he couldn't do anything about her, but he felt the irrational need to beat someone into the ground, something he'd never done before. He felt like he had to give the enemy back a body-bag or two of their own to even out for the one he had to deal with.
But when he thought about how Heidi was reacting, it put all thoughts of murder out of his head, oddly enough. An eye for an eye never appealed to him, and this only furthered his notion that killing only brought sadness, and his self-control was too rigid for him to forget that.
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Luke looked nothing but relieved. He still hadn't realised that Kira had worried about him thinking that she was a murderer. He hugged her again, immensely glad that his fears about her safety had been put to rest. He would never have been able to forgive himself if his indecision led to her being harmed.
"Oh, you have no idea how happy I am to hear that," he breathed.
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