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Post by Viempar on Nov 14, 2007 20:00:57 GMT 1
Vi had overtaken the two flying towards the Beacon. With Eolyn weighed down, it was simple enough to take the lead once her energy was a bit lower. He landed in the Beacon tower, falling through the open window and opening and closing his wings, trying to release the strain of flying. He heard Eolyn bounce in, like her usual energetic self and sighed. "I don't know where you get all that energy from Eolyn, you carried a person all the way from the other side of the city, and you hardly break a sweat." He leant against his knees, wiping his forehead on his sleeve and tugging at the leather jacket. He pulled it off, hanging it on a broken peice of wood that stuck out. "So tell me, what exactly did you and Spike run into that was so terrible?" He said, begining to undress as he walked to the shower. He leant on the bathroom door in jeans, dropping his shirt and glasses and russling his hair as he walked. "Oh Yeah, Xei, this is the Beacon. This doors the bathroom, that doors the roof, kitchen, poker table, weights and stuff and that's pretty much it." He banged the doors and pointed to the objects simply, rubbing his chin when he finished, turning back to Eolyn.
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Post by Lolli ~ on Nov 21, 2007 22:12:22 GMT 1
Breathing in the homey air of the Beacon, Eolyn lowered down by the entrance and placed Xei on the floor, who was readjusting his hat, shadowing his face, hoping to cover up his rosy cheeks after being carried by a girl for so long. "Well, I guess I'm strong," she said, "as long as I meditate." Xei gazed upon her with interest. She was certainly gifted, and he felt right at home already. The pair followed the leader, Vi, into the Beacon and Xei swiftly shut the door. Vi rashly showed Xei around the place, dust falling onto his shoulder as every door opened and closed. Looking around attentively, the young guy grinned to himself. Eolyn found a wall and leant against it. She slid slowly down, her shoulders back, and her kaftan rose a little. Xei turned away, growling at himself to stop getting so embarrassed. Eolyn, then, called to Vi. "Well, we were spying back at Otome Street," she explained, "and we spotted two gifted people!" she tucked her knees into her chest "they were pretty powerful as well..." Xei blinked. He didn't expect there to be more gifted people. "Are they coming here?" Eolyn giggled. "Of course not, they're not on our side... I don't think they're on anyone's side." She turned to Vi "then again, Spike seemed to think they were human protectors." Licking his top lip, Xei sat down against the opposite wall and held his own knees. "Sorry, if I accidentally fall through this wall or floor."
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Post by Viempar on Nov 23, 2007 20:55:19 GMT 1
Vi listened from the shower carefully, although his mind wandered and the voices stayed clear. He could 'see' himself momentarily by the sound of the shower water hitting his body. It was blurry, and in black and white, but it was the only vision he had. He knew they couldn't hear him, so he waited until he had finished his shower and stepped out to call through the bathroom door to them. "Well, Spike's instinct on people's alliance and personality is very accurate, if he thinks they are these so called 'Saviours' he's most likely right. Despite his attitude, he's a trustworthy guy. He knows his way back here, so he'll come back soon. If he manages to bring them both, he's a genius. He comes back with no-one, he's a fighter." By the time he had finished speaking, he had vaguely dried off, donning his black trousers, shoes and his long jacket. The jacket slipped over his wings gracefully as he kicked the lockless door open and he scratched his bare stomach absent-mindedly. "If you fall through, don't go past Floor Thirteen. We pretty much own down to Thirteen, above that, they are too scared to come up. They'll probably kill you if you turn up through the roof." He pondered for a moment over the few things said. "Otome street, Xei and I were there. I didn't hear fighting, shouting, screaming or anything. Why wasn't there any noise?" He closed his eyes, resting them and continued to walk around as usual. "Xei, if you think you are weak, do you train? Gifteds are ten times stronger than humans, no matter the power, it's default. Advanced gifteds not only have that, they also can withstand damage much more, have acute senses, trained and perfected control of their abilities or such a high I.Q we cannot comprehend the things they are capable of. As a group, we can counter anything, but if we are cornered one by one, you must be of a higher caliber than them, stronger, faster, smarter and more powerful. Eolyn, can you do me a favour and give Xei a run-down of a few excersises. The dude can't even control his heartbeat when he's excited, I doubt he can stand on three fingers." Vi made a pfft noise and walked towards the wall, leaning his hands against it and streaching his wings in and out. He immediately felt guilty about his rant, and wanted to turn and apologise. Abandoning all sense and feeble emotions, he ignored his heart and forced the pain back with his mind. He was a killer, he didn't do feelings.
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Post by Viempar on Dec 2, 2007 1:57:57 GMT 1
Vi straightened, he heard voices floors below, banging and then suddenly a loud crash behind him. Swiveling round, he felt debris from the shattered floorboards moved past him, centimetres from striking him. A large metal pole lay on the floor, out of place in the room, and bloodstained.
Spike shot through the hole and the disk stopped rising, moving them to a steady place and seeping back into Spike's skin. He shivered as the cold metal retreated into his body and then grinned at the blind Vi, gawping at him in shock. "Sup Homies. I brought a newbie." He said, waving a hand at Abel. "Who's he?" He say, tilting his head towards Xei. "Hi sweetcheeks, see you got home alright." He said to Eolyn. He walked lazily over to his chair at the poker table, and slumped into it. "Vi I need your blood, I stabbed my wings." Spike said, almost knowing the reaction.
"Hell no." Vi replied, stubborn as always. It was his blood, Spike could heal on his own with out stealing all of Vi's energy. He walked toward the newcomer, then glowered at Spike. "You do realise this guy has strong alliances with The Saviours. He won't join us! I'll be surprised if we can keep this hideout after you so kindly lead him here." Vi hissed at Spike, who got to his feet, angry and shouting. "You showed me his picture and said, he's the strongest, get him." "I meant, get him out of our way!" He hissed back. "This guy is one of the strongest on the opposite side, one of the only things stopping on. And now he's standing in our Beacon!" He put a hand to his forehead, exasperated. "Father Abel Nightroad. Sorry, we didn't mean to bring you here. " Vi said, picking his glasses off the table and placing them on, clicking his tongue when he finished speaking to pinpoint where Abel stood. "If you want to leave, Eolyn can fly you down within seconds." He said, gesturing to the only girl.
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Post by kasan on Dec 2, 2007 16:27:19 GMT 1
“oh my god!” Abel nearly squealed like a girl as the pair of them shot up the roof getting closer and closer. A pole shot up and shattered the final ceiling sending a shower of debris into the air as the par finally landed on the floor. Abel’s head was spinning and he stumbled back from the gap landing with his back pressed to the wall. “Ohmyword” he mumbled, dusting the dust off gently. “well that as unusual” he panted trying to straighten out his head. When the room stopped spinning e realised where he was, and why he was here. The Lights nemesis. This was their leader, he remember him. Remembered this building now. “you…” he said softly, feeling suddenly sick to the stomach. The stench of innocent blood as overwhelming to him now. He looked at the floor and closed his eyes. “I can’t believe I let myself be fooled by you” he glared at Spike. “and for you to /bring/ me here! Trying to talk me into joining you Its Sickening. I would /never/ join you” He hissed. “the only way I’m leaving here, is with all of you /dead/” he hissed. He stood still, blood bubbling up from his skin, moving down his arm and forming his scythe, his hair untied and rose in an invisible wind, his teeth into points, his skin turning pale and gaunt. “/Die/” he hissed, swinging his scythe at the Leading gifted.
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Post by Lolli ~ on Dec 2, 2007 22:58:40 GMT 1
Xei eyed Vi with slight hatred at his stinging words. However, he was mainly agreeing with him. Being the newest member of this elite team, Xei felt inexperienced and weak. At the mention of being trained by Eolyn, his spirits lifted and, to top it off, she smiled sweetly and grabbed his hand tightly. He grinned with her, his heart boiling with excitement and determination. Suddenly, the ground shook as a fierce crash came from below them. Voices could be heard and Eolyn released Xei, fleeing to the wall next to the window. She peered out and then looked at Vi as he came in contact with Spike. "Long time no see," she said as the man entered, her breathing suddenly rough. She turned to Xei and grabbed hold of his shoulder. "I'm sorry, we aught to leave." And she leapt over to the back window and they soared through it. ((edit later))
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Post by Viempar on Dec 5, 2007 22:10:33 GMT 1
Spike leapt out of the way, falling off his poker chair and onto the floor. The metal came seeping out his skin again, covereing his entire being. Although he was protected, he was still injured and struggled to find a way to get out.
Vi's wings unfurled without warning, flaming wildly and the flames licking at the ceiling hungrily. He bared his own permanent pointed teeth and grabbed the fallen chair, grabbing the leg off it. It snapped and he held it in his hand, lighting it on his wings and holding it aloft like a spear. "Spike, get out, I'll hld him off until I can escape." Vi hissed out the corner of his mouth over the crackling of flames and bubbling of boiling blood. Spike nodded, scrambling to his feet and leaping out the window. His wings opened painfully and he clumsily crash landed on the closest roof, knocking his arm against a chimney. Swearing blastphony and cursing to the high heavens, and hid behind a stairwell, shaking with pain.
Back in the Beacon, Vi hissed at the so called Priest and flapped his wings, sending a blast of hot air and licks of fire at his oponent, then took a step back towards the window.
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Post by kasan on Dec 6, 2007 19:20:10 GMT 1
Abel gritted his teeth, the metal around him began to spark and crackle with electricity, so much that the air felt charged with energy. He Let out a pained throaty scream as two large dark wings with patches missing and burnt tore out from his back, rising up with electricity cackling between them. He attempted to lunge for the bat-winged boy but hot air drove him back, his large black wings curling around him protectively. Unfurling them he growled at the boy, leaping forward at a startling speed, swinging the large blood scythe before him, the whip attached to the base cracked in the air. “WHY? Why did they deserve to die?” He cried angrily, pushing ever forwards.
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Post by Viempar on Dec 8, 2007 23:31:24 GMT 1
Vi threw the poker table leg, flaming and burning ferociously. He realised this fight was leaning in Abel's favour, even though it had barely begun. He felt the scythe scratch his cheek, the blood boiling hot and sizzling down his cheek, leaving a droplet shaped burn. He resisted the urge to scream in pain and stepped back towards the window. The breeze let in Oxygen, fueling the flames from his wings and they grew steadily, waving over Vi's head and scorching the cieling. He closed his eyes and zoomed out on his hearing. A truck, a fire truck was coming. Perfect. Zooming back in, he smirked to himself. "Isn't it horrible..." He croaked, his voice sore from the heat. He took a step backwards. "When you feel the perfect moment..." Another step. "The perfect criminal." Another step. "Slip away. " He jumped backwards out of the window, his wings extinguised as he fell. Lower and lower and lower until finally, he turned to be upright, knees bent. His foot connected with the roof of the fire-truck, his foot cracked, his bone shot up past his knee. The gross movement of bone under the skin, until it surfaced at his thigh, breaking the skin and spraying Vi's blank face with dark, crimson blood. The roof broke, the driver died. The truck swerved, swinging wildly from side to side. It turned, slammed against a glass window of a shop and stopped, burning. Moments of silence dragged by, soon replaced by the screams of passers by, by the groaning of wounded firefighters in the back. Vi's eyes closed, a smile still on his face, and a ladder through the back of his neck.
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Post by kasan on Dec 9, 2007 1:17:07 GMT 1
Abel felt the heat change and had to pull his arm over his eyes against the heat. He herd the gifted peak and looked up, he was stepping away. “NO!” Abel cried as he forced his large damaged wings down lunging the last few feet but falling just sort of hitting the winged boy, Stood at the window helplessly watching him plummet towards the truck. He was dumbstruck, The fire, the crash and the fact the kid had just hurt him self beyond repair and still seemed pleased with himself left able in a state of shock at the window. Abel closed his eyes, he couldn’t been seen out like this, like a monster. He groaned audibly, absorbing the weapon back into his body, screaming against the burning pains as it receded and his wings retreated into his shoulder blades. He took moment to compose himself, his body aching from head to toe, distraught at having lost the criminal, but none the less motivated by the desperate plight of those on the streets below. He sighed and swing himself from the window, out of sight from below, landing on his feet with grace and elegance , not harming himself at al, despite the huge distance. He took a moment to clear the blood from his face and hands before heading out to help those we needed him right now. He could deal with that bat-creature later. Then it hit him. He knew that shop. Muraki’s robot shop. He was taken by a sudden sense of utter helplessness as he sprinted over to the burning truck.
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