Ooc: Power play? lol, no, you gave me a chance to counter. And foolishly, you were stuck in a vacuum. You wouldn't have been able to move, anyway. No. Not powerplay. You got too close and you were helplessly stuck. You should know what a vacuum is. If I were you, I would've jumped farther back instead of moving behind the opponent whose element is wind, and prepare for a defense instead going offensive. I've been RPing for 4 years, and I remember perfectly well how I lost. Anyway, you GAVE me a chance to react to your attack. Power play? No, I just caught you in my web.
With a smirk, he didn't move. "A vacuum traps and dispearces everything caught in it." The arrows stopped and broke under the immense pressure. He spun, having his opponent trapped. The blade caught its target, spinning him around, the vacuum itself beginning to break his opponent. He abruptly stopped, his opponent, bleeding terribly, began to fly away, windblades cutting at him. "Enjoy that trick of mine while you can, because by the time you awaken, you'll most likely not live another encounter."
Aware of his current danger, he broke his attack, rolling to the side as the sword shaves off a few hairs, quickly landing on his feet. He lunged, as his schamshir was back in its scabbard. He thrusted his blade forward, a vacuum forming quickly, and much bigger.
The force he was to present as a normal human caught up with him as quickly as the lightning was shot. The wind quickly acted like a vacuum, absorbing the lightning. The gust was gone, but his momentous attack still did not show the forceful gust. His speed was much faster than the force presentable.
Ooc: lol, thanks for the hint. But I would've figured out sooner or later. He dropped his energy quickly, the flames dispersed as he used his nightvision superbly. He eventually saw a blur. With great speed, he chased the demon down, thrusting the schamshir as the zanbato came in with an impossibly low strike.
He did not smile, but quickly grabbed his blade. "I really distaste humans and demons..." He coldly stated, dual-wielding the slender schamshir with the large zanbatou, Dragonkin. He got in a spinning stance. "Re--" he whispered, awaiting for a surprise attack. Cyan flames covered his two blades.
Perfectly planned, he executed his counter. His left hand catching James's, he thrusted the blade like a screw into his stomach. With some effort, he charged James and his almighty blade against a wall, the blade nailing its load against it. "The best defense is the best offense..." He said coolly, kicking the blade's pommel, driving it deeper into James. Cyanus back stepped cautiously, his hand upon his schamshir. He waited for a reaction.
Ring around the rosey, pockets full of tosies... Ashes, ashes... We all fall down... sang the little girls in the rose garden, their long black hair flailing wildly as they spun, their dark purple dresses spinning with them. The let go and fell as they hit the last lyrics. It was midnight, and a young white haired young man was sitting beneath a large cherry blossom tree as the moon hit the center of the sky. Flames broke out, the young man looked up, dropping his book. The young girls were laughing, giggling, black leathery wings breaking though their backs. "What's wrong, Seras? We thought you'd love to see flames devour everything you distast..." the spoke mockingly, their laughter horrible, as if it were a scream. Seras fell to his knees, holding his head, as if the laughter of the little girls was going to make his head explode. Then... He laughed. A dark laughter, ever so dark. He got up on his feet, his head bent back, and laughed more loudly. He felt like every sense of humanity was leaving him, every sense of feeling was fleeting... Seras opened his eyes, finding himself unfeeling, floating adrift the abyss of his own. "How ironic... I may never truly be rid of what I truly am..." He mused emotionlessly, uncaring. The darkness kept him adrift. He waited to find The Door...
ooc: Lol. The windblades are old. I first used them for my original character "Sessamaru". The first, the original, and the legendary. He's still not a finished character, either :P Prepare to learn how bad ass the windblades are :P Cyanus already saw the blood dripping from James's body, from the multiple, unprotected wounds. As he came forward, so did Cyanus' Demon Arm. The clawed armoured hand aiming for the other Demon Arm, Dragonkin being cocked back to prepare to break the on coming lock.
Ooc: It's alright, I kinda thought it was just cool to do that :P I never thought you'd have a similar idea ^^ The green flame turned cyan. Adeptly, he swung the large sword, releasing wind blades of low magnitude, his left arm cocked back as black armoured claws over-took his hand.
"Right... What a bother you are..." He whispered, turning to the side, his large blade still upon his shoulders. A green, unholy flame burned on his left, limp arm. "Come."
Sure, I don't mind. Chervalier, since you're helping me with this RP, I guess I'll make you an assistant directior. I really appreciate you modifications ^^ Anyway, we're gonna start in a little bit. I need to do a few things. Uramasses, the mysterious blind beggar, began to walk across the orphanage, his sakobatou in thrall. The chains of it rattled, his long dirty robes fluttered as his long beard often tried to trip him. He "stared" at the heavens, where the clouds began to make a halo as a blue flame began its descent. "In three days..." he mumbled. Everyone within the village woke up, staring at the huge blue-flamed sky, the clouds parting as a harbinger fell. They all stared with awe, the children clung to the old man's robes. "Ah! Monkies! Get 'em off! Get 'em off this one!" he rasped, running about in a circle, the children, through their fear and amusement, giggled, tackling the old man. The black bandages around his eyes shimmered an odd obsidian. He was like a turtle, his hunch was as huge as a tortoise shell. His snow white skin and snow white hair were blue under the blue lights hue. He continued his mad screamings as the children jumped up and down on him, laughing, their fears forgotten. The adults laughed, as well. All seemed Forgotten...
"I apologize for my intrusions, but a wanderer must make a living..." He spoke casually, his long silver bangs dancing about, Dragonkin's obsidian blade gleaming ominously. "Sad..."
As the portal closed, Seras was left within his own dark void, where he collapsed, his demon form literally exploding with lightning. Red smoke began to give way off his skin. He began to scream in agony. Slowly, he reverted to a human, his breathing harsh. The eletricity dissapated. Too much power... How did I do that?! He asked, his body limp and fried, unable to move. It was I who did that, to demonstrate to them how much power you hold. You have done well, Seras, but you need to master me. Leave the girl, she'll only get you killed. Spoke Darkness, its formless mass caressing his broken body, tending to his dangerous power loss. I am a fool to think you were ready for that technique, even with your Demon Lord powers... Sad to say, that you will eventually become my puppet unless you detach yourself from emotion. It spoke matter-of-factly. Seras waited, rested, letting the darkness take him as he pondered the though. He continued to fall, his descent perpectual, his eyes closing. "Let go?" He kept asking, unable to find an answer...
Cyanus turned, his eyes coldly piercing James "I have a bounty for that one." He spoke coldly, his stance perfectly solid and strong. "Relieve him to me."
Ooc: I didn't put a hole in your stomach, Varnor did. Anyway, no, I just tossed you higher into the air, so it's your choice if you want to land safely or banish yourself into a realm or something. Your move. I need to make sure I get enough info for the next summary to give to Varnor.
Cyanus continued his advancement, slinging Dragonkin upon his shoulders, his cyan eyes glowing ominously. He whistled. He proceeded farther and farther, awaiting for an ambush.
Ooc: lol, anyway, I added a few things to the first page. Nothing major, just the time period in case people get lost x.x
Ooc: Nothing much. Creed got beat with a hole in his stomach (alive, fortunately). Seras grabbed you by the throat, relieving Creed the arm from his stomach, but Seras flew high into the air and tossed him high into the air. Afterwards, Seras landed, heard the Nocturne of his own soul, and blasted a beam of darkness into the moon, making a halo of clouds in the process. Seras left soon after.
Cyanus approached the cave by night fall. He saw the cave had collapsed, he heard the voices within it. "What a nuisance," he spoke cooly, relieving Dragonkin from its strap upon his back. "Nu--" he swung the blade diagonally. "Ke--" he swung it horizontally. "Ruun!" He shouted, the blade coming down vertically. The rocks and boulders blocking his way blew away. "Demonic runes... Very useful," he mused, his cyan eyes piercing the darkness of the cave. He began to walk.
