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Post by Draco The Exorcist on Feb 12, 2014 22:31:11 GMT 2
Draco watched Maestro as he jumped into the air and dove straight down towards the funnel, once more allowing a smirk to cross his face. Turning around he faded down into the fog, vanishing for a second before coming up right in front of Robin, forming right out of the fog like he had been there the whole time. Reaching out, he lifted his right arm up and grasped Robin in his left arm, his grip tighter than death itself. As soon as he did, the sleeve of the jacket that Robin was wearing began to wither and fall apart. Almost like the thread was aging instantly, and unraveling around his arm. Once the sleeve of the jacket was gone, the sleeve of his cloak was wrapped around Robin's arm itself, as it would begin to wrinkle and turn into dust, unless he escaped somehow or interrupted the process. The decaying of his arm would take a lot longer than the jacket did, so he would have time to counter if he could. |
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Post by Jamison Sage on Feb 12, 2014 22:34:25 GMT 2
"Thank you. I rather think it is interesting as well." Watching all the movement going on now, he squinted his eyes and lifted his hood up more, revealing that that scar continued up the side of his face, scratching across his eye, and ending near his forehead. Whenever he blinked, the scar was shown to cross his eyelid as well, but his eyeball itself was perfectly fine. Trying to watch the fight through the fog was hard, but he managed to make out the shapes decent enough. |
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Post by Black Exorcist on Feb 12, 2014 22:35:08 GMT 2
The tornado like structure continued to spiral out of control, merely expanding around the two, engulfing more of the area around it in it's reaching into dust within the decaying/withering winds of the dark vortex. The ground turning black, the marble tombs slowly rotting away and decaying into dust. Within the heart of the vortex there would be a black flame embodying a hooded man inside. The creature's "eyes" looking up at Maestro. It's body without flesh, a mere skull for a head as it looked up at the man, two glowing holes in it's eye sockets as it's mouth opened, releasing a soul freezing shriek up at the man. Upon it's forehead a violet circle would form, two lines running down the figures forehead into the body of the creature and underneath the robes of the being. The souls of the deceased corpses would show in an astral blue flame, being sucked into the creatures body as flesh formed underneath the skull, slowly the muscles and tissues would bubble into being as the creature feasted on the lives of the forgotten. As the creatures devilish form came to life and the man struck upon the ground and at him (being at the center of the vortex) It's right hand would lift up in the midst of the regeneration, slowly until the Maestro's blade would strike into it. Stopping the blade an inch from the hand's exposed skin as what seemed to be dark blue flames forming from underneath the man's robes, focused at the blades tip creating a near impenetrable barrier fueled by the very essence of life in his body. Deflecting the concussion over his body to negate the damage upon him, as the dark vortex surrounding them would slowly encase their bodies, entrapping them in their decaying frozen winds. By now the ground would seen crystallizing into black ice like spires, bent in the direction of the wind. Inside these crystals the tormented souls of the damned could be seen flowing about them from one crystal to the next, their horrified screams echoing through each one in their tormented symphony.
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Post by SenFuran/Seichi on Feb 12, 2014 22:37:19 GMT 2
"The fighting seems to be getting more tense in there." Sen spoke her eyes watching the shapes closely.
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Post by Jamison Sage on Feb 12, 2014 22:40:05 GMT 2
"Yes. I wonder who will come out on top." Looking at his left hand, he shrugged softly and then pulled a piece of paper from his pocket. On it were several pieces of contact information. He handed the slip to the girl. "Here. In case you need any help. Money is the best way to get me. I'll take my leave now. Also if you don't mind tell me what happens here, as long as you stay long enough to see the end. I'd like to know." With that, he smiled a little and turned, taking a step in the other direction. "Farewell Sen." Before his foot even touched the ground however, he turned into a shadow and slowly darkened, melting into the ground and vanishing as if he was never there. |
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Post by SenFuran/Seichi on Feb 12, 2014 22:45:09 GMT 2
Sen took the paper from Jamison looking it over. "I intend on watching this til the end." Sen once more as a compilment to his smile took her eyes to Jamison with a smile of her own.
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Post by Robin on Feb 12, 2014 23:06:52 GMT 2
Draco watched Maestro as he jumped into the air and dove straight down towards the funnel, once more allowing a smirk to cross his face. Turning around he faded down into the fog, vanishing for a second before coming up right in front of Robin, forming right out of the fog like he had been there the whole time. Reaching out, he lifted his right arm up and grasped Robin in his left arm, his grip tighter than death itself. As soon as he did, the sleeve of the jacket that Robin was wearing began to wither and fall apart. Almost like the thread was aging instantly, and unraveling around his arm. Once the sleeve of the jacket was gone, the sleeve of his cloak was wrapped around Robin's arm itself, as it would begin to wrinkle and turn into dust, unless he escaped somehow or interrupted the process. The decaying of his arm would take a lot longer than the jacket did, so he would have time to counter if he could. "Hey, this is my favorite coat! Asshole!" Robin looked down at the sleeve of the cloak and how it was slowly withering his arm away. As a quick reaction he used his blade to cut the sleeve and remove it. |
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Post by BoogiePopPhantom on Feb 12, 2014 23:06:58 GMT 2
The tornado like structure continued to spiral out of control, merely expanding around the two, engulfing more of the area around it in it's reaching into dust within the decaying/withering winds of the dark vortex. The ground turning black, the marble tombs slowly rotting away and decaying into dust. Within the heart of the vortex there would be a black flame embodying a hooded man inside. The creature's "eyes" looking up at Maestro. It's body without flesh, a mere skull for a head as it looked up at the man, two glowing holes in it's eye sockets as it's mouth opened, releasing a soul freezing shriek up at the man. Upon it's forehead a violet circle would form, two lines running down the figures forehead into the body of the creature and underneath the robes of the being. The souls of the deceased corpses would show in an astral blue flame, being sucked into the creatures body as flesh formed underneath the skull, slowly the muscles and tissues would bubble into being as the creature feasted on the lives of the forgotten. As the creatures devilish form came to life and the man struck upon the ground and at him (being at the center of the vortex) It's right hand would lift up in the midst of the regeneration, slowly until the Maestro's blade would strike into it. Stopping the blade an inch from the hand's exposed skin as what seemed to be dark blue flames forming from underneath the man's robes, focused at the blades tip creating a near impenetrable barrier fueled by the very essence of life in his body. Deflecting the concussion over his body to negate the damage upon him, as the dark vortex surrounding them would slowly encase their bodies, entrapping them in their decaying frozen winds. By now the ground would seen crystallizing into black ice like spires, bent in the direction of the wind. Inside these crystals the tormented souls of the damned could be seen flowing about them from one crystal to the next, their horrified screams echoing through each one in their tormented symphony. Maestro growls under his breath as he feels the hand catching his blade. He feels the winds around them start to drop rapidly. His body starts to get surrounded in a purple ominous aura and expand. The aura covered his body making him invisible to his enemy. The aura starts to surround the blade as well and expanded changing the blade into a massive knife like sword(Pyramid head's great Knife. The aura disappears revealing Maestro's transformation state His body no longer the slender and long limbed build but a tall brutish build. His skin a light purple and hands grown in size and wrapped in damaged bandages. Even his clothing was different he wore no shirt only pants, grieves and knee armor with black boots. His face seemed to be covered by a mask and his eyes glowed a ghastly yellow. He pushes his blade against the barrier that was placed at the tip of his blade preventing it from moving forward. He twist his wrist sending wave of vibrating force equivalent to a a 6.5 earthquake into the barrier in a hopes to break through or knock his opponent away. |
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Post by Black Exorcist on Feb 12, 2014 23:20:53 GMT 2
The skull, now covered in tissue and muscle as it returned to a more human like appearance seemed to form into a detestable smile, as the being pushed it's defending hand against the blades tip, his body seeming to float back away from the transformed fighters weapon. As it's body was sent back, the movement was silent, as if hovering like a shadow over the ground as the black robed creature would sink back into the wall of crystal which separated the two from the outside world, his body being absorbed into the crystal and vanishing as the creatures laughter mixed in with the screams, seeming to resonate from all around the fighter. Repeated soundwaves of crashing and breaking crystal could be heard mixed with the tormented echoes of the lost souls trapped within the crystals. As the black crystal would quickly layer itself upon layer upwards until it solidified into a dome over-top the battlefield, making an a sphere with a 25 feet radius, even underground. The tormented echoes would have no place to escape but into the victim's ears and echoing through his mind in an attempt to disorient his fighting ability. The inside of the sphere slowly being flooded with a purple mist which would tug at a victims senses in order to fill them with the compulsive feelings of death and the cold embrace of darkness. The more a person would value their life the stronger this power would take hold of them.
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Post by Draco The Exorcist on Feb 12, 2014 23:38:16 GMT 2
Draco watched the blade come down on his arm, fading into the fog at the last second and releasing Robin. His jacket from the withering part down would fall off, landing on the ground and begin to melt away some more. Draco came up from the fog several feet to the right of Robin, lifting his arms up slowly and closing his eyes. Hundreds of the ghouls from earlier would form surrounding him, until he was invisible in the group. Afterwards, the fog at his feet would lash out, splitting them all in two almost instantly. The poisonous gas would flood out, but instead of letting it cover the area and reach Robin and Maestro, Draco opened his mouth slightly as the gas began to funnel into his mouth, like he was sucking it in just as his partner had done with the fog from earlier. With each passing second, he would grow in height and size, finally topping off at a good 12 foot even. In his new form, the cloak fit him just right, landing on the ground only for an inch or two, while the sleeves stopped right at his wrists, revealing that his hands were clawed and not covered in skin. Almost like when he formed this body he didn't have enough power to create it all. They had bones, as well as muscle and tissue, much like his partner had and each finger ended in a claw that was nearly 3 inches in length. Looking down at Robin now with his new height, he extended one arm and slowly curled all of the claws but his pointer finger, so he was aiming right at Robin. Then, with a smirk, some of the fog at his feet formed a fist, just like earlier, which lifted into the air and slammed down at Robin, looking to crush him into the dirt. |
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Post by BoogiePopPhantom on Feb 12, 2014 23:44:35 GMT 2
The skull, now covered in tissue and muscle as it returned to a more human like appearance seemed to form into a detestable smile, as the being pushed it's defending hand against the blades tip, his body seeming to float back away from the transformed fighters weapon. As it's body was sent back, the movement was silent, as if hovering like a shadow over the ground as the black robed creature would sink back into the wall of crystal which separated the two from the outside world, his body being absorbed into the crystal and vanishing as the creatures laughter mixed in with the screams, seeming to resonate from all around the fighter. Repeated soundwaves of crashing and breaking crystal could be heard mixed with the tormented echoes of the lost souls trapped within the crystals. As the black crystal would quickly layer itself upon layer upwards until it solidified into a dome over-top the battlefield, making an a sphere with a 25 feet radius, even underground. The tormented echoes would have no place to escape but into the victim's ears and echoing through his mind in an attempt to disorient his fighting ability. The inside of the sphere slowly being flooded with a purple mist which would tug at a victims senses in order to fill them with the compulsive feelings of death and the cold embrace of darkness. The more a person would value their life the stronger this power would take hold of them. "Lovely place....fitting of for a Symphony..." His body tense up as he feel the cold starting to shiver in his bones. it wasn't a literal feeling just how he felt. His mind starts flashing with face of people....people he felt he knew. "The hell. He brings a hand to his head his form in a instance and swirl of purple light he transforms back into his normal form. His he started to pant lightly. "What the hell is this?" The pictures and memories in his head were foreign he would remember if he seen these people but his body felt like it knew them. The images get darker as he see them being brutally murdered. He collapses to his knees panting holding his right hand over his heart. "who... the hell?" |
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Post by Robin on Feb 12, 2014 23:47:09 GMT 2
Draco watched the blade come down on his arm, fading into the fog at the last second and releasing Robin. His jacket from the withering part down would fall off, landing on the ground and begin to melt away some more. Draco came up from the fog several feet to the right of Robin, lifting his arms up slowly and closing his eyes. Hundreds of the ghouls from earlier would form surrounding him, until he was invisible in the group. Afterwards, the fog at his feet would lash out, splitting them all in two almost instantly. The poisonous gas would flood out, but instead of letting it cover the area and reach Robin and Maestro, Draco opened his mouth slightly as the gas began to funnel into his mouth, like he was sucking it in just as his partner had done with the fog from earlier. With each passing second, he would grow in height and size, finally topping off at a good 12 foot even. In his new form, the cloak fit him just right, landing on the ground only for an inch or two, while the sleeves stopped right at his wrists, revealing that his hands were clawed and not covered in skin. Almost like when he formed this body he didn't have enough power to create it all. They had bones, as well as muscle and tissue, much like his partner had and each finger ended in a claw that was nearly 3 inches in length. Looking down at Robin now with his new height, he extended one arm and slowly curled all of the claws but his pointer finger, so he was aiming right at Robin. Then, with a smirk, some of the fog at his feet formed a fist, just like earlier, which lifted into the air and slammed down at Robin, looking to crush him into the dirt. "How does that old saying go... The bigger they are the harder they fall?" As the fog fist was lifted above his head he jumped back to avoid getting crushed by it. He then takes his sword and brings to the left side of his body. The blade held in his hand began to glow blue as energy was charged into it. Robin then swings the blade horizontally from left to right. A crescent shaped wave comes out of the blade heading straight towards the towering foe. On hit, the wave explodes on impact. |
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Post by Black Exorcist on Feb 12, 2014 23:54:30 GMT 2
The creatures voice echoed in laughter to the man. The creature releasing one of the tormented souls within the crystal, it's ghostly specter would glow with the astral blue light, reflecting a different image for those who had seen it. For Maestro it would be the visage of one of the people he had imagined. The specter would simply pass through his body, causing no harm to the man, but merely sending the cold chill through him through a deep falling sensation, before returning to the crystal upon the other side. The deceased spirits continuing to torment the man as the creatures figure formed behind him, reflected within the crystal. It's right hand slowly reached out of the crystal-like material with a spear-like weapon made of bone, it's sharpened tip made up of a black crystal similar to the wall, as the creature hurled the weapon soundlessly towards him, before slowly sinking back into the crystal wall. The spear guiding it's way towards the man, if striking him, the spear would run through his body at the center of his chest, and go straight through into the dome upon the other side, the impact would be marked by an astral blue light being siphoned out of the man into the tip of the spear, leaving an exhausted drain sensation within him.
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Post by Draco The Exorcist on Feb 12, 2014 23:56:57 GMT 2
Melting into the fog before the crescent hit him, it continued onwards slamming into his partners dome of crystal but not leaving a scratch from the explosion. Just like earlier, a sound resonated through the area. But once again it wasn't him speaking verbally, it was only heard in the minds of the surrounders. An evil, and sinister laugh was booming through their heads, unable to go away no matter what the tried. The fist would open up to reveal a large palm, still sculpted from the fog, which turned to face towards Robin. Almost like it was trying to slap him this time, it shot forward, but before it hit Robin, Draco formed from the fog, springing out in the middle of the palm from his head down. This caused an extension of about 10 feet from when the hand would have hit, hopefully catching Robin off guard as he would extend his large right hand, wrapping it around Robin's face, like he was trying to squeeze his head until it popped. Using the leverage, he slammed the back of his head into the dirt, making a good five foot crater and hopefully stunning Robin. Draco then melted into the fog again and formed once more a few feet away, the hand spreading out over the ground like normal fog once more. He had a smirk on his face, and the laughter was still booming through everyone's minds, almost as if he was just toying with Robin. |
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Post by Irito on Feb 13, 2014 0:02:20 GMT 2
A new being came upon the grave site. The way of her clothing an curves of her body gave away the fact of her gender to them looking upon her. The white shirt she wore tied up near her breasts exposing her stomach, her left leg from her thigh to under her knee exposed. She came upon the dome stopping outside the dome near a grave.
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