"Shadows are born of impure souls, who steal the outline of others. Thus, Shadows are born. It just so happened a female soul stole this one's outline..." He explained, turning back around, preparing for the attack. "The outline of a figure... A shadow..." Messarasu glared at Sessamaru, lunging towards him with two, criss-crossed swipes. Sessamaru thrusted the black schamshir into the scissor, hooking upwards. He ducked down, swept the Shadow's leg from beneath her. He sprang up, having the crystal schamshir shining brightly, swinging down upon the Shadow, who seemed to fade away. The Shadow wailed loudly, thrusting two schamshirs in an "x" formation to block and blot out the crystal sword. Springing upwards, tossing the blade back, the Shadow began her skewering sword dance, spinning like a screw, blades dancing about her body. Daring, but effective for such a defense. More Shadows appeared, striking at the warriors, all of them jumping high into the air, releasing obsidian darts and arrows, some daggers. They spun their defensive dance, but not as fluidly and effectively as the elite Shadow. They attack, nonetheless, diving into the ground, turning into black disks, others jumping high into the air. There were so many of them...
Ooc: lol, you're going to enjoy it some more. Thanks for setting me up :P Uramasses slid past Aveum after the blow, jumping straight up like a rocket as he got right beneath the Shadow. Lightning quick, the blade left its scabbard, beating the Shadow's abdomen in, making her rocket higher, Sakura bursting into thousands upon thousands of cherry blossoms. A second jump, a high jump, was soon performed, the rags falling from the air, as did an ivory mask. Each hand holding the schamshirs, Sessamaru released his blades. Criss-crossed, the blades went overhead, scissoring one another as the two blades slammed into the Shadow's back, launching her even higher into the air. He landed quickly and silently upon the ground, a whirlwind aura breaking lose, his blindfolded eyes being revealed for the first time. Shining green, pupil-less eyes lit the darkness. "Ken!" he shouted, his body literally flickering and disappearing. Within seconds, the Shadow fell to the ground, creating a crater. He landed softly to the side of the crater, his long white hair dancing freely as the pack that was used as the hunch fell to the ground with the ivory mask and the rags. The shadows continued their onslaught towards Aveum, Blade, and Cina, their obsidian bodily-weapons gleaming and whistling in the night air. The shadow from the crater arose, her long mane a mess "Hiding like an old fool from your own shadow?" Asked the Shadow, her voice melodious and somewhat off-key. It was like music in water. It was beautiful, but also discordant. She brought up her black crystal blades, her eyes on the two schamshirs on Sessamaru's figure. Sessamaru pulled the green cowl low over his face, the white fur trimmings casting an oblong shadow over his bone-bleached face."This one hid from his shadow so no innocents would be harmed..." He spoke softly, unafraid of his own image. He turned to Aveum. "Allow this one to reintroduce himself... This one's name is Sessamaru..." He smiled under his black mask, used to filter the air for most assassins.
As the door swung open, Uramasses lunged forward. "Zu..." he mumbled, his speed increasing. He sped across like lightning, every sakura that dropped slaying a nearby Shadow. The sakobatou was still in its scabbard. The elite Shadow stared at the old man, smiling. "Well, if it isn't Sessamaru..." it whispered, removing its cowl with the simultaneous movements of releasing its two schamshirs. The black obsidian blades shined with a red aura. The shadow had beautiful, inhuman features. Obsidian skin, long jet black hair, shining red, pupil-less eyes, and white leather armour. The shadow replicated the attack, speeding across like lightning, but without its swords in its sheath. The womanly entity snickered, swinging the blades out like an "x", trying to scissor Uramasses. Ooc: I'm glad that you do, Chervalier ^^
Obsidian blades and claws formed on the person, the razor sharp edges rigid and dangerous. They all swung their bodily weapons at Cina, Aveum, and Blade, their languid movements now lightning fast. Their dance were now of blades. A beautiful executed Sword Dance. Black petals fell from their very swipes. The Elite Shadow chuckled, its arms crossed, each hand holding a blade at each hip. It waited for the old man... Lights of sapphire and jade lit the remaining stairways, giving a heavenly aura. Uramasses approached the door to exit the shrine, which opened on its own accord. Slowly. "Re..." He began, saying the first phrase of a rune. His pink aura arose, sakuras falling about his person.
The red cloaked Shadow stepped forward, its steps womanly. So full of grace. Cat-like nimbleness. "We'll have to pass on such a wonderful offer," spoke the shadow, its voice womanly, musical, beautiful! It snapped its fingers, awaiting to see the warriors to attack. The Minions, small and languid, pursued, attacking from all side. Uramasses removed the straw hat, placing on the green cowl with white fur trims. He continued his ascention, the winding stair cases vast and limitless. The darkness was much darker beneath the blindfold, his hunch weighing him down. Now, ignoring his own weight, sensing danger with every step he took, he held the sakobatou close to his left hip, his right hand upon the hilt. "Shadow..." he whispered, his rasping voice benevolent, worried.
What the hell is going on here? Leon asks, his eyes going to Alex and Crystalize. He shook his head, can't believing the situation. He stood there and watched, waiting for something to happen.
Slowly, Sessamaru removed the magical mask that disguised him as Uramasses, the mysterious blind beggar. He stood up straight, removing the pack off his back. The pack, huge, dropped down with a clank. "Seven long aeons... And finally, it has come... Ragnarok." Spoke Sessamaru, his voice musical and harmonious. He removed the tattered rags as he sat the mask down on the pack, it's plan, angular ivory beautiful, and yet... dull. He placed the black leather armour on, which seem to come alive, lovingly caressing his slender, muscular build. The blindfold was still on, but he ignored it. The black crystal became a sanguine liquid, melding with his armour. A mask arose from the neck and covered his lower face, while two schamshir scabbards appeared on his hips. A black dagger protruded from the right boot, its obsidian makeup beautiful. His long white hair and snow white skin radiated in the darkness. Sessamaru grabbed the schamshirs, placing them in their rightful scabbards. He placed the rags back on, along with the abnormally heavy pack, making him hunch over, and placed on the plain ivory mask. He looked like Uramasses again, and began his ascent, his sakobatou used as a cane. The Shadows attacked without warning, their languid dance effect. The Shadow behind them, wearing a red cloak, was a higher level than the Minions, for this one truly had a form. A form of... Who? Its red folds fluttered as the black fur trims around the cowl whistled an eerie tune. On its hips were two obsidian schamshir.
The old beggar fell to his knees, breathing heavily. "How long has it been... Shadowbane? Lumia?" ask Uramasses, his blindfolded eyes gazing at the two schamshirs that clung to the wall behind the altar. On top of the altar was a large black mass, lying down like a body was inside it. It was empty. Atop the chest of the leather armour was a huge black crystal. "Must this one break his vows to not kill?" He reached for his face, his voice so much younger... Shadows appeared outside the shrine, dancing their languid dance.Their crouching, featureless figures moved towards Aveum, Blade, and Cina, preparing to attack them. One Shadow, in particular, stood still, its red cloaked figure awaiting for the old one to leave the shrine, the darkness within the cowl hiding its face.
Another one... he thought, a smile forming on his lips. "Well, if you were listening, he wouldn't have to resort to beating it into your head!" cried the blind old beggar. He turned quickly, his tortoise shell-like hunch seemingly weighing the old man down. He walked towards the shrine. "This one wishes to pray in this shrine, please do not enter... Beware of the shadows..."
"No, I'm sorry." He smiled ruefully, turning his head as he sees the woman run by.
"When that comet hits this plane of existance... He'll be resurrected, and he'll rule this world... Unless we find suitable enough warriors to face this God..." He spoke, beating his sakobatou over Cina's head. "Do you not listen?! A god falling from the heavens, to be revived, trying to rule the world! How can you not get that?!" He continued beating the young man with the hilt of the sakobatou.
"No... It's a calamity that has been long imprisoned in its own coils by the Fabled Hero, Gilgamesh, and his Legendary Daetys Blade, Babylon. Long ago, this Grand God of Darkness has caused havoc and destruction upon the people of the Forgotten. Sorurobu Bureakeru I, Gilgamesh, has ended the tyranny of this god in combat. But, alas, the god who was imprisoned played a card of his own. Dimension Shift. A power spell requiring a large portion of lifeforce. Immortals have vast, limitless supply, but if used in such large doses, they are weak and can die. Their body regenerates such substances, but their body can hold up only enough for a mortal." He rasped, as if retelling a tell. "Ragnarok... Grand Daenon of destruction, chaos, suffering, and death..." Uramasses's voice was ever so grave, almost making him seen sane through an insane tale of mythology.
"Stare up to the heavens and see the Halo Cloud of His coming..." Asked the blind beggar, raising a finger to the sky above.
The blind beggar smiled. "So beautiful, but soon about to die by an entity of Destruction and Darkness... Eternal Darkness..." he rasped, covering his mouth as he coughed, blood spewing from between his fingers.
"What seed is that, may he ask?" Uramasses asked, smelling the seeds faint aroma. His head tilted upwards, seeing the blue flaming ball of darkness continue its slow descent, the halo of clouds still visible, even in the moonlight. Shadows... he thought, feeling the darkness creep closer to him. Ooc: I might summon some shadows sometime before we leave the forest. I want to see how long I can pull this off.
Uramasses turned his blindfolded eyes to Cina, acknowledging him. "Why are you here in this old, forsaken wood? The High Elves have long been extinct." Asked the old man, his smile apparant through his long, thick white beard. "The Shadows will be coming around midnight, by the wind's saying."
"You're the only one here. Let's ride some rides, maybe you will sh*t yourself on the roller coaster..." He taunted once more, spinning his giant blade above his head, creating a minor whirlwind.
OOC: Kinda sucks for me since i need Varnor on to add more to Seras's character. I can't keep doing these repititions to stall for time like an anime! XD
Dusk fell, and ahead of them was an arch opening of trees to the wood. "It is here... Shadowmoon Wood..." Whispered the old man. He led his companions into the wood, towards an ancient, beautiful shrine. It seemed untouched, but ruin surrounded it in an obscure circle, giving a foreboding aura. "The shrine that holds ancient secrets..."
Ooc: lol, I see. Leon was already passed out, dreaming of a hot cup of tea, a new book, and a random woman. He was shy of women, but hell, he was never shy in his dreams. He woke up weakly, feeling a passerby accidentally kicking him. He sighed a gruff sigh, and got up, grabbing his book from his jacket pocket. He opened the bookmarked page, and began to read, walking down the hall, towards a vending machine, his left hand in his left back pocket, his right hand holding open his book as he read. "This school is so boring..."
