His eyes closed, his demonic smile brightening as the tune entered his ears. "Beautiful... This tune shall play again when the World Ends. I'll be obliged to leave." He spoke calmly. He turned, his finger still pointing upwards. A black, purple, and blue beam shot into the heavens, breaking the clouds, and hitting the moon. At first, nothing happened. Then, with the music running its sorrow-filled euphoria, a powerful quake shook the planet, the moon breaking. A black hole slowly formed in the center of the moon. "Enjoy the cataclysmic symphony of my own, Li..." he whispered, walking away, entering a portal of darkness as his hand fell limp.
He smiled "I give you that, but I shall not complete my transformation until I have her within this darkness." He spoke. He lifted a finger, the demonic claw's tip began to glow with a black flame. Of course, it wasn't a real flame, but a series of vacuums that combine to take shape of a flame. It brought a chill. "Now, play my promising Nocturne, and fall into darkness." His eyes gazed at Tuski, then back at Li. "You're not much of a threat to me, but, for the New Lord, I'll help eradicate you from this planet."
Ooc: We'll start when everyone else is on. Or until anyone else comes on. Anyway, I like that pic you found. It looks like Sessamaru a lot without the mask. School is going to end for me in a few weeks. So... '>.>
With a sudden wave of darkness, his wall breaking, the flames were extinguished. Temporarily, a vacuum became active, silencing the entire city. He glided across the battleground, grabbing Creed by the throat, and began to fly upwards, removing the arm in the process. He flew higher and higher. "Fool..." He whispered coldly, throwing Creed high above him. He began his descent, lowering softly. "Li, play my Nocturne of Darkness, it would be such a lovely piece for the graveyard that is this park. Although no one could speak, Seras was darkness, and as darkness, he could speak clearly, the vacuum being the remnant of darkness. He snapped his fingers, relieving the silence with sound. "This piece should be lovely," he landed softly, his posture releasing a kind of awe within the air.
I'm sorry about that. Oh? May I see? (I am adding the pic now.)
Added, Varnor :D
Ooc: lol, I'll try. Anyway, I got to get off here. G'night. Btw, make sure you check out the characters, that way you don't get lost. Later.
Ooc: Lol, we have the same time. I'm just southwest from you. Anyway, alright. I'll post first after 8 pm, that way we have a solid line where everything begins. Is that alright?
Ooc: Yea. He'll be on tomorrow, definately.
OOC: lol. Yea, don't worry. I'm gonna wait a few days till we can get another person. If not, then we'll start. Is that alright?
Ooc: Don't worry. Although, I sorta want to apologize. My sister worked me up so I was venting. But, with a word of wisdom: Don't try making yourself all-important (Like a major hero). Just don't. I've been down that road and it only lead to trouble. Other than that, you're a good RPer. And also, thanks. Good luck for you to.
OOC: Actually, I'm gonna drop out. I just don't really like converging my ideal stories into something that eventually makes no sense. So, all in all, it's my fault for bringing in my own influence (although, the god form just gives a tremendous increase in power... I've been RPing for a while and read stories of gods that die, so I am saying that all gods are mortals. They just have a perpectual lifespan.) So yea. I'm dropping out before things get out of hand for me and AAM. I have no issues whatsoever against anyone. Have fun ^^
Both of you are added. I like Blade, btw, TB. He's pretty bad ass.
A smrik spread across his face. "You know nothing of Dhar'khania, nothing of the Rheuric Gods. And yet, you never knew of this blade, Shadowbane, that was forged in this very plane, made to destroy the malevolent god who slayed countless others. You're own demise... Is to be slain by this very sword, fused with my God-Made Blade, a crystal sword. In a myriad of colours within the spectrum, you are no more than a mere speck of dirt upon the foot of my gods... no... of mine. You think you're all knowing? Then please, show me. Show me your omniscient eyes, show me your omnipotential being. If not, then I'll slay you. Right here. Right now." He threatened, his arched brows narrowing. His black wings creaked. A tail came forth, a flame at its tip. "Show me, O' Great Omega. Show me this sacrilege. Believe me. You're nothing..."
Ooc: lol. Charades* :P
"Or so you say." He replied, seeing the blood dribbling down the entity's back. "A windblade... Ever so powerful, that it could cut through diamond and the very suns themselves... Not even a god can rid themselves of such a nuisance." He flicked another finger. "The power you say is my 'true potential' is only the maturing state of my transformation. It's near the Daetus stage. If you even know what that is."
Sessamaru flicked a finger, sending a windblade at Omega's back. "The innocent will just have to wait until I get rid of a bigger disease."
Ooc: We need Varnor. Yay! Singstar is still here! ^^
Sessamaru shook his head. This fool did not yet understand. "If you think you're more powerful than me, then strike me here. Or I chase after Exel and restrain him. You have a choice. Strike, or lose the chance of a life time. Creators. You do not understand. You will never accept the knowledge that I have gain. Strike, or lose. Your choice. No alternative. Now." Sessamaru spoke patiently, his eyes piercing the very fiber of Omega. The wind began raging around him. It's still maturing... This might work if I can stall him more. Or, end him quickly if he strikes. Either way, I need this fool out of my way.
"How sad. This Plane of Existance is much younger than my old one. I am, as you can say, older. My race. Older. You. A child." He cackled, enjoying this game. "If I strike you, with this blade, you will die... Permanantly. No god, no angel, no demon, nor any mortal, can exist once this blade pierces flesh. Gods are NOT immortal." He spoke, revealing an absolute truth. "They use fear as a way to survive. Their lifespans limitless. Tell me, can you live if slain with a God-slaying blade?" He asked rheutorically.
