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Post by HERO on Jan 10, 2015 2:59:04 GMT -5
It's taken me too long to get back on here...
Back against the wall, and his weight sinking into it, Aiden was barely able to think of how to escape the predicament within the time alloted. Pushing at the wall with both hands in panic, his fingers would slide against the painted brick, and so would his back, his eyes turning wide as he saw the monk's momentum shift further forward. Flinching perhaps, he both turned his head and tucked it down in, resulting in the heel colliding with immense power into his skull. Needless to say, the boy was out cold the very instant after the blow struck, and would hit the ground motionless and witless.
Target Eliminated: Aiden
Shane felt relief in that he seemed to successfully defend himself and his best friend. Or at least one of his best friends. In hearing the girl give her sarcastic remark, he muttered begrudgingly, "Really?" About the same time, he caught glimpse of the axe kick delivered to his other best friend's noggin, and just how hard the collision between heel and skull sounded like. He had to act fast. Swinging his foot forward to sweep into a few of the items on the floor, Shane swept his foot up into a bit of a kick of his own to fling a couple of watches, a handheld game console, a golden lighter, and a metal screwdriver towards Tyen, before putting his foot down and turning to go to lunge at the monk's side with an outstretched palm. A blue glow would build as the palm would sail through the air, patently the work of the enchantment. - Force Palm [2] Keita's attention lied in the work of Oratus, who was drawing something. The one in the pointy hood had an inking tool to draw something on the door frame. His attention was then split in the action between the monk, Aiden's head, Shane, and the girl's remark, but he knew that was the most immediate thing he could try to go for. Pushing off of the wall, he moved alongside the clear front wall of the room, and pulled back his right fist with an immediate enchantment ready. This one caused his fist to glow with an odd red form of fury as it would swing towards Oratus' head. - Fist of Fire [Quickdraw] Oratus would see the black-haired boy coming towards him from the edge of his peripheral vision, and stop drawing the centerpiece of the seal to tense the muscles in his body for preparation. His first and immediate thought was an image of parrying and sweeping, but then he noticed the glow coming from the pulled back fist. 'Nope!' he thought, and instead chose to bend his upper body down and turn to his right to duck under the fist. After the fist would collide into the wall, the incomplete seal would activate from the application of mana upon it. The thing about seals though, which Oratus had learned from years of studying Arcane magic, was that the power of the sacred geometry often backfired when drawn incorrectly, or incompletely. In this case, the door took a crack in it just as Keita would have a burst of yellow energy knock him backwards, and recoil him, stumbling, in the direction of Tyen. Oratus would slide his feet around to square up and pull his right arm back, with his open-book hand at about waist level in front. The seals within his book grew to a greater intensity, pulling more and more mana as time went by. Their distinctive light blue glow was becoming brighter. - Wind Gust [2] - Art of Conjuration: Fur [3]
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Post by Tyen Peremy on Jan 16, 2015 11:02:55 GMT -5
Seeing the boy taking the kick to the head through the corner of her eyes, and they way he simply fell to the ground, she knew he was out. It was limp and the fact that his hands didn't swing out instinctively to catch himself made it very clear. "One down, two to go." She said aloud, but not loudly. It was more or less a remark to herself.
Once that had happened though she would watch the boys she was originally focused on with her full attention instead of partial. She would see Shane kicking up a bit of the mess at herself as he lunged to the other arrival, and she would see Keita going at Oratus. Naturally though she would have switched her attention suddenly to the odds and ends that were coming at her from the kick. A few things would kick into her mind all at around the same moment; the Screw driver was likely going to be the most dangerous, the mess surrounding herself would be creating a hazard if she were to take a step backwards, a movement that, as a reaction, she really wanted to do, and that she could probably do something with that lighter fluid, though that one quickly came and gone. there wouldn't be nearly enough of it for her to cause any damage.
The first thing she managed to resolve in her thoughts was the stepping backwards. Instead of a step, Tyen swiped her left foot backwards behind her, not only sweeping a bit of the mess out from behind herself, but giving her a bit more balance in a stable position, and instinctively, she would crouch a bit; forearms moving in front of her face and her body bent forwards a bit to protect her stomach and face areas. At the same time though, as the objects would pelt her, she would hope for a wound deep enough to bleed. In this situation that would be useful to her.
------------------------------------------- mana shot (1)
while the objects flew at her, she kept her mana flowing into the gun. the blue glow was now becoming bright enough to be visible from afar as an actual ball of mana would begin to form.
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Post by DC on Jan 16, 2015 14:49:21 GMT -5
Shane felt relief in that he seemed to successfully defend himself and his best friend. Or at least one of his best friends. In hearing the girl give her sarcastic remark, he muttered begrudgingly, "Really?" About the same time, he caught glimpse of the axe kick delivered to his other best friend's noggin, and just how hard the collision between heel and skull sounded like. He had to act fast. Swinging his foot forward to sweep into a few of the items on the floor, Shane swept his foot up into a bit of a kick of his own to fling a couple of watches, a handheld game console, a golden lighter, and a metal screwdriver towards Tyen, before putting his foot down and turning to go to lunge at the monk's side with an outstretched palm. A blue glow would build as the palm would sail through the air, patently the work of the enchantment. - Force Palm [2] Aiden's skull met with the floor, and Zhen was not at all surprised that things had gone the way they had. In fact, Zhen wasn't even moved—Zhen was no longer "Zhen" and was now just instinct. The exhilaration had excited his corruption, and now, even though he was already lost, he was beyond reaching. Only time would allow him to recover, and this was only applied when the battle itself has finally stopped—a "bloodthirst", one might say, has become of his corruption. Zhen so desperately wanted to continue to grind Aiden's skull into the ground until it was a mushy mess and paint the walls with his carcass, but Shane had distracted that desire with a new one altogether.
The second that it processed that there was a new "threat", or more specifically to his mindset, victim, Zhen used his foot that still had Aiden's skull underneath to kick off from and throw himself against the wall. Using his left foot immediately, he performed a simple wall-run technique that quickly turned into a backflip due to the strength put into the push off of the wall. The push would likely cause damage to Aiden's skull as a cost, as well as possibly push his body in a new angle, but Zhen was already in motion. The flip would provide a relatively simple, but somewhat flashy, dodge of the attack, and when Zhen would land, any items caught underfoot would likely crush completely due to Zhen's mass and momentum. It also helped that his attire was gaining its new property[1] as time built up.
Zhen should probably have been concerned with what the palm did, but like everything else that should be going on in his head, it didn't matter. Blood was blood, and he would have it.
1. Weaken[2]
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Post by HERO on Jan 16, 2015 16:22:56 GMT -5
Aiden would surely not be in any condition to move around safely on his own when he would wake. In fact, now such an awakening would take much longer without recitative aid. His neckbones and cheek would probably tie for having the second worst pains, and both would be incredibly unbearable. Aside from that, a couple of somewhat interesting things would appear to happen.
On the left side of the room, the screwdriver and the lighter would smack against Tyen's wrists and forearms respectively, delivering a small couple of cuts and likely a bit of blunt pain. The boy who stumbled towards her would half-slip in his path, and bump his shoulder into the right side of Tyen before catching himself. Almost immediately then, he would turn his face and open his eyes wide. Enemy. Regardless of whether or not the bump would knock her off balance, he was fairly quick to react. Sliding his right foot back a little to get the traction to stand like he wasn't drunk, and bending down with a twist of his right knee, he quickly pulled back his right fist. His left forearm would then raise horizontally to protect his face and swing a newly emblazoned right fist towards the front-right side of her pelvic area.
- Fist of Fire [Quickdraw]
On the right side of the room, Shane's lunge with Zhen wouldn't come out exactly as he had probably planned. The motion of the monk's might not have turned out the way he wanted either. The paint against the walls that Aiden's hands had slipped against would kill some of the momentum of a wall-run without an unobstructed run up in most situations like this one. And so in launching away from the wall with the flip, some height would likely be lost. Not enough to make the two males collide, but still enough for a bit of rough contact to be felt between them, with Shane passing right under and Zhen rising up and away from the wall.
Shane would be knocked off course from his original path and go teetering off to the left, right into the borders of the spread out mess. His left foot would slip, his hips would turn, and he'd simultaneously hurt his hip and his head. One against the hard floor, and the other against the stone wall. A terrible cringing would come over him, and he wouldn't be able to help holding his head with his free arm in pain. The enchantment on his other hand was beginning to die, but still he had trouble keeping his hand from shaking and tensing up.
The effect on Zhen's turning would probably be an unintended turning in the flip. A spinning not so crazy as a gyroscope sculpture being played with by a child, but one that still probably would require skilled ukemi use or air awareness to gain some control of. Should objects be crushed under him, they would likely provide an increased amount of slipperiness for Zhen, .
Target <[Shane]> Eliminated?
Oratus took a moment to assess what he was seeing. What he had available were his spells, charged up to a good deal of strength now, perhaps too much for the close-quarters combat situation he was in now. Attack one combatant, Tyen might get hit, attack the other, the monk might get hit. So the best thing to do was to find a new position within the room. The door wasn't the best place probably for him to be, but rather the back of the room to be closer to the standing combatants. And so, he would take a sweeping step against the wall, and rush to cover the distance that was the perimeter of the room, up to the back corner on the left side. It would just so happen that he could likely see Shane slip and slam against the wall and floor.
'Bust his ass? Is he down for the count?' he wondered quickly to himself, shifting his eyes between him and the boy who liked lighting his knuckles on fire. The spell circles in his book only grew more and more vibrantly, bringing further illumination to that corner of the room. - Wind Gust [2] - Art of Conjuration: Fur [3]
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Post by Tyen Peremy on Jan 19, 2015 11:05:32 GMT -5
The pain from the objects as they crashed into her arms was definitely there, she couldn't deny it. It was a rather uncomfortable feeling, of which, along with the scrapes, would leave behind a few bruises, no doubt, however she couldn't get upset, seeing as she got exactly what she was hoping for. a few cuts. Blood. Something she could use to her own advantage. despite the size, more than just a couple drops would start to flow from the inflicted wounds. This was all on Tyen's account though. The blood hadn't yet looked like it would be in any way threatening, and probably wouldn't for a while anyway. She simply looked like she was bleeding a bit more than would be normal.
Her hands were dropping from her face by now, after all, she no longer had the objects to protect herself from. That's when the boy would knock into her side. She wasn't exactly paying attention to him, and him hitting her with his shoulder would cause an automatic response out of her to sweep her forward foot backwards to stop herself from falling whilst backing up a bit. Seeing him draw his fist backwards however, would catch her more off guard, and when the flame as he aimed his fist ignited, her first instinctual reaction was 'threat' and 'defend', and she knew it would have been a better idea if she had let herself fall backwards to avoid this. Just as quickly as he had his fist ignited and aimed, she had her charging gun aimed at his abdomen in return. As he began the swing, she pulled the trigger, releasing the current charge of the shot in the gun. As much as she would have liked to avoid actual wounds that could be deemed dangerous, and rather just intimidate into submission, it was clear that that wasn't happening today, and it almost seemed that she probably wouldn't have time to avoid this kids punch.
In a final attempt to avoid the punch, which clearly looked like it was going to be painful, she would let herself fall backwards to the spread out mess of stolen objects on the ground, mostly in the high hopes that he would miss her by a hair and just swing freely into the air. She was starting to think that charging up her hemokinesis was likely going to be useless, and that the fight would be over before she even had the chance to use it either way she would keep to it just incase.
-------------------- Mana shot (2) -shot- blood shards (0)
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Post by DC on Jan 20, 2015 15:29:15 GMT -5
On the right side of the room, Shane's lunge with Zhen wouldn't come out exactly as he had probably planned. The motion of the monk's might not have turned out the way he wanted either. The paint against the walls that Aiden's hands had slipped against would kill some of the momentum of a wall-run without an unobstructed run up in most situations like this one. And so in launching away from the wall with the flip, some height would likely be lost. Not enough to make the two males collide, but still enough for a bit of rough contact to be felt between them, with Shane passing right under and Zhen rising up and away from the wall. Shane would be knocked off course from his original path and go teetering off to the left, right into the borders of the spread out mess. His left foot would slip, his hips would turn, and he'd simultaneously hurt his hip and his head. One against the hard floor, and the other against the stone wall. A terrible cringing would come over him, and he wouldn't be able to help holding his head with his free arm in pain. The enchantment on his other hand was beginning to die, but still he had trouble keeping his hand from shaking and tensing up. The effect on Zhen's turning would probably be an unintended turning in the flip. A spinning not so crazy as a gyroscope sculpture being played with by a child, but one that still probably would require skilled ukemi use or air awareness to gain some control of. Should objects be crushed under him, they would likely provide an increased amount of slipperiness for Zhen. Zhen had thought he'd have enough ability to perform the flip from the wall-run, and he didn't quite plan on the fact that Shane had moved quick enough to make contact, albeit not in the way he had intended to touch Zhen. This collision wasn't enough to cause Zhen to lose awareness of his own body; his training within the temples he learned from had given him quite an ability to react to just about anything such as situations like these. Although it would be a smidgen sloppy, mostly because he was not in his right mind and so his teachings were a little harder to draw up on, as he'd get close enough from the ground, he'd stretch his right arm out so that he performed a sort of handstand-pushup that, given his momentum, would allow for a recovery enough so as to let him land in what would look almost like a "ready" position to start up in a sprint; it looked slightly as if he were reverting to a far more animalistic, predator-about-to-lunge-at-prey position. Given the mess on the floor, it would mean his feet would roll out with the items his feet had decided to land on, putting him in a push-position after it was all said and done.
This occurred all in a matter of a fraction of a second, and yet despite his rough landing, and his ending in a push-up position, Zhen looked a little too thrilled to be done with it all. Although the action had ruined his concentration of buildup, it had done its job. A little less effectively, but it had done its job nonetheless. Shane had unintentionally triggered the effect the attire was building up[1]. At this point, that meant that Shane's [will edit; need to know what part of the body had made contact] would now be afflicted by the weaken hindrance. And Zhen would naturally pounce on this opportunity... literally.
Given his current position, it was a simple matter of shifting his weight so that his legs would swing to tuck below him, and then with a quick extension of his legs, so that he'd pop into the air enough so that he'd body-slam onto Shane. Though, this wasn't quite the biggest factor of it. As Shane would be cringing and holding his head in reaction to the chaotic result of the flip, Zhen would now be going for a diving elbow... aimed, surely enough, for Shane's torso.
Zhen was not at all bothered by the possible consequence of his elbow smashing into the floor, it seemed.
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Post by HERO on Jan 21, 2015 13:51:03 GMT -5
Shane's enchantment died out in a sharp flicker, with an odd cracking sound on top of it. His hand was no longer a weapon of it's own, which was a shame in his case. The cringing would continue on for him, the cold and unforgiving wall leaving him with a bad sense of headache and probably loss of balance. Forcing his eyes open to see the monk stretched out in mid-air, thoughts in his mind were probably traveling in slow motion. The only thing in the way of the torso was his arm, but with the strike having powerful intent, the arm would be knocked down and away, leaving the strike to hit directly upon Shane's sternum. A sharp exhale would be followed by a weak whimper as he would find it difficult to breathe, and in addition to the head trauma, it would be a mere two seconds before he'd let his head plop down to the ground unconscious, body lain at a weird sideways angle against the wall.
Target Eliminated: Shane
Aiden was...well Aiden was out for the count with nothing important exactly happening to him.
Keita's flaming strike wouldn't land effectively, if it all. Driving the fist forward and twisting his hips, it would just glide past Tyen's abdomen close enough for her to feel the heat, and probably remove any body hairs near it. But then, the fist would seize up and pull back some, an effect of Keita feeling the point-blank shot to the abdomen. The flame would cancel out either on it's own, or as a result of his lost focus. Pain seizing him in surprise, Keita would then begin to weaken in the knees and tip forward with wide eyes. One arm of his would quickly move to clench the lower left side of his gut, as he'd begin to perhaps fall a little bit on top of Tyen.
Mid fall however, Oratus saw the first opening he could and took it upon himself to release the more offense-based seal of his glowing spells. With his right foot sliding outward towards the center of the room from the outer boundary, he would put that mana-conduction practice to good use and slide out some while stretching his palm forth. The spell launched almost as instantly as the circle was created in the air, and that too was almost instantaneous. A tight and fierce blast of wind directed towards the side of Keita would likely easily knock the tipping boy side ways into the height of the pile of stolen goods.
- Wind Gust : Activation [2]
Of course the pile would add some extra pain and discomfort to Keita, and of course the pile wouldn't even be a pile anymore, but Keita figured the consequences would be alright. The mess on the right side of the room would spread until it practically covered it all, but it wasn't like the boys could use that to their advantage. These were the sum of the swift thoughts moving through his mind as he went into his next action. Pushing himself off of that right foot, he would bound into the air, tucking his knees up for that little extra oomph in his height. He would mean to soar what distance he could to fly whatever distance he could over Tyen, and if not land on Keita, then land near him while aiming to deliver a second downward fist strike upon his lower gut. His cape would flutter magnificently whilst airborne, and give a bit of a flapping sound when he would begin to descend.
The seal in his book seemed more active and ready now to pull in more mana, although in Oratus' mind, it might have to go to waste.
- Art of Conjuration: Fur [3]
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Post by Tyen Peremy on Mar 1, 2015 20:09:17 GMT -5
:/ super sorry.... -- Upon feeling the heat of Keita's flame coated fist skimming right past her side, Tyen relaxed a little. She had successfully avoided the hit whilist seeming to have at least somewhat debilitated him with the shot, she only hoped that the wasn't seriously wounded from the point blank shot; she wasn't hugely interested in the prize, though, she could admit she would enjoy it, but it almost seemed like the other two males were more determined to get their hands on it than her. Her hands at that point would instinctually slip behind her to break her fall. It was at that point, as her hands hit the ground and she saved herself from a hard hit on the ground, she saw Oratus coming throught he air at Keita, along with seeing Keita himself tripping to the side from his gust of wind, that she knew they had most likely won. She had assumed that whatever Oratus was about to dish out to the boy would probably have him out fairly quickly after her shot to the abdomen. She wasn't going to worry about Keita anymore, but rather someome else.
Her attention quickly turned to the rather violent seeming 'monk'. The way he moved and the way he seemed to enjoy beating these boys to a pulp had her a little on edge. It just seemed rather... unnatural? She wasn't sure what to expect out of the animalistic male now. Was he going to go after her and Oratus next or was he going to calm down? If he did come after them, how were they going to get out of that mess? He seemed to have fighting abilities way beyond what she had seen in a while, and way beyond her own abilities, and knew straight forward that she wouldn't make it far if he did go after them. It was at that thought that she would suddenly return to keeping her guard up. It was probably best until the male calmed.
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Post by DC on Mar 2, 2015 17:52:57 GMT -5
Zhen had been successful, but at this point, success wasn't really a matter of importance. As he slowly got up from the attack, going to stand straight, Zhen looked at the body of the unconscious boy. He was mostly oblivious to everything else going on around him, because at that moment, a flimsy body that was ready to be crushed was just lying before him. Zhen reached down and his hand gripped Shane's throat. Being unconscious, Zhen didn't seem too concerned with moving quickly anymore. At this point, it wasn't so much attack, but rather playing with his newfound toy. After a moment, Zhen held the boy up in the air, whose feet just barely missed the floor. Zhen's midnight-blue, pupil-less eyes were fixated on his "trophy" that he held up. There was no sense of pride, nor accomplishment, nor disdain. There was only a sudden desire to hurt.
And that was when Zhen whipped around and moved so as to slam Shane into a pile of their trophies. He had zero regard for anything else at that point. He knew he was being watched, at that point, but the greater focus was on the object he just threw. It wasn't quite a savage game, yet, but the idea was starting to appeal to the corrupted monk. As it looked right now, there wasn't even a struggle within Zhen's mind for "Zhen" to surface again. Then again, the surface wasn't really a good place to judge such a thing.
How many times until he breaks and cannot be fixed....
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Post by HERO on Mar 9, 2015 20:59:48 GMT -5
Keita found himself blindsided, shot in the abdomen, knocked off his feet, and flying-gut-punch-ed in such a short span of time it was hard for his mind to catch up to understand what had even happened, let alone prepare a defense to brace himself. He had just began to cringe from the mana-crafted bullet fired from the girl's magical mana-shot firearm. He probably wished he hadn't missed, and a mere two seconds later, he REALLY wish he could've gotten out of the way. The strike hit hard, and a nasty hocking expelled from the deepest depths of his throat, a moist and pain-filled release otherwise difficult to describe in words, followed by a sharp wheeze and a sense of inertness. As the knuckle would remain dug into him, he would cough once or twice before closing his eyes and dropping his head back, becoming unconscious. Target Eliminated: Keita
Shane's breathing struggled in his unconscious state, and his body remained limp without any effort of self-preservation as he was lifted up from the ground. Providing no resistance, and having no awareness or control of his own body or the situation at hand, Shane's body would crash into what was left of the pile, and flop over once or twice to transition into a slide across the slippery objects, body in a weird mangled shape with crossed up legs and a twisted torso. His head would receive additional damage from getting knocked on the floor, but the worst of the new pain from when he'd (hopefully) wake up later would be in his back and side. Some of the objects carried a few sharp edges too, and cut into his school uniform as he would sweep right up beside where Keita and Oratus had settled their bout, and the harder objects were certain to bruise the places around the cuts. Oratus cape practically hung right up in the air, as if the air underneath it was taking a long time to realize gravity was supposed to be working already. The strike had landed, and in digging it in deep, Oratus listened to the ragged breaths of Keita while taking a short moment to turn his fist a little. The response was apparently a dropping of his head. "Out like a light," he joked. It would've appeared as though all the danger, and all the obstacles standing between Oratus and the handsome reward would be out of the way, meaning that he thought it fine to allow himself a wide grin of cheerful delight. Maybe the reward was money, or magical tools and items, or powerful spell books for the magically-inclined like himself. All that was left for him was to call up law enforcement, and start negotiating when they got there. The cape of the robe ever so gently fell down onto the floor.
Or so he though until he saw the monk lifting up Shane with slow and sure movements. By the neck too, making the monk seem unusually malevolent towards the boy. Oratus squinted his eyes to focus in on Shane's face, noticing there being no struggle aside from maybe the struggle of breathing. "Hey, you there, thanks for the help, but-," he called out to the monk, as he rose up some from his crouched position. The very next moment though, he noticed Shane crashing into the remnants of the pile of stolen goods, and twisting his body up over it, lying limp after. Sliding his foot to his left some to get a little bit away, a bit of the leftover goods flew up against and past Oratus' shins. "Woah! Guy, I think he's out!" he shouted with his palm stretched forth and shaking left and right slightly. He was worried of what the law enforcement might think should the fugitives be too badly injured, or dead, come time to pick them up. They weren't wanted for anything inherently dangerous, and so he assumed that meant they wouldn't want dead suspects who can't even serve out their punishment for theft. Dead suspects probably meant little reward. Not good.
The spell in Oratus' spell book continued to pull in a greater amount of mana from the surrounding area, and of course, it's glow became brighter at the same time.
- Art of Conjuration: Fur [4]
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Post by Tyen Peremy on Mar 11, 2015 22:24:47 GMT -5
Seeing the monk suddenly toss the limp boy like it didn't make a difference if he were dead or alive, definitely set off a few alarms for Tyen. Very quickly she would push back onto her feet, and stand herself quickly up.
"Hey!" She chimed in, mere moments after Oratus, peeking her head over her shoulder quick to get an idea of where Oratus was standing, before her attention returned to the monk. "Calm it, boy. He's out.", her voice was strong, almost commanding. She wasn't confident against this clearly rather malevolent man, but it wasn't hard for her to put on a strong facade of confidence. She stood tall, and her typical, hard and emotionless look returned to her face. Her bangs had fallen back down once again, covering her golden eye and that half of her face once again, but she didn't really care.
Her hands hung by her side, half way into fists, stiff, as the blood she forced from her light wounds would begin to float around them in large marble sized bulbs; about six or seven so far around each hand. They were slowly beginning to take form; lengthening out from from the balls to become thinner and longer. They hadn't quite gotten to the point of crystallization yet though.
She herself didn't exactly want to be thrown in jail for assisting in the murder of one of the boys. She wasn't even expecting things to get this violent, for a few meddling pickpockets. Then again they had also gotten away with stealing many more things than expected, too, including her gun. The mere fact that all three of the boys were unconscious, and all three had multiple, likely rather painful wounds, meant thungs might look a little questionable when authorities got here. There wasn't much they could do except to try and -hopefully- calm the man down and get ahold of the authorities.
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- Blood shards (2) the blood forced from Tyen's wounds have begun to create long, somewhat thin looking, though still liquid, needle like shapes surrounding Tyen's hands.
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Post by DC on Mar 20, 2015 17:58:52 GMT -5
Zhen's gaze followed the limp body he had thrown, and then as it finally stopped sliding from its crash, his gaze lifted away from the body to the other figures that were looking at him. He didn't quite register what they were saying, but it did click that they were speaking to him. He didn't smile, nor did he move at all. If anything, it seemed like a predator merely lying still before acting on its prey. He merely stood there, watching them as if waiting for the most opportune time to strike.
Either that, or the internal war was sparking up again, this time for the peaceful side to manifest. The kind that meant no harm nor had any selfish desires. The kind that would rather not fight rather than savagely rip things to pieces like he currently was in the state of mind for. He merely looked at them, then a small rumble came from his throat. Tyen's tone was what finally clicked for Zhen. Not what she said, otherwise he'd suddenly have interest in Oratus as well, but because of her tone. Like an animal can tell when a person is mad, Zhen could tell that Tyen was not exactly cheerful. And that very same "less-than-cheerful" tone did the drexen-corruption a favor in terms of the internal struggle.
Zhen gave a sort of hiss-like sound (although it was more of an exhale than a hiss), and as he did, two of the drexen shot out from his attire[1]; one was aimed for Tyen's face, and the other darted towards Oratus'. Zhen could sense the buildup of mana, though it was more of an instincutal sense, and so he'd make them momentarily forget by forcing their attention on the identical, yet personal, threats.
I need to stop, he thought; conscious thoughts of things other than violence started to manifest, though they were slow to come.
1. (Tyen & Oratus simultaneously) Conjuration: Drexen[quickdraw]: Small-scale creatures of what had previously accompanied Zhen when he had first entered the room shot out, one for either person, aimed mostly for a distraction as Zhen was starting to form conscious thoughts and awareness.
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Post by HERO on Mar 29, 2015 12:55:27 GMT -5
After voicing the call for the monk to stop, Oratus found that his worry would not at all be assuaged. He felt Tyen's worries were one in the same, and knew that the spell circle charging in his spell book was coming towards it's maximum capacity, even giving off tiny blue sparks every half second now. His hand outstretched, when he widened his eyes to the new found stimulus in another strange serpentine creature, he pulled back the hand while ducking under what appeared to be the path, and thrust his open palm forward, towards the monk.
The spell circle was then activated, and a large spell circle about a meter in diameter swiftly came into existence in front of Oratus. The amount of mana being put into the summoning was huge, gathered all from the land, and pushing out through the center of his palm. The amount was so great that the resistance in Oratus' flesh actually caused a noticeable deal of his own mana to be dragged out from his core, and into the fueling into what could only be described as an explosion. This explosion wouldn't be fiery, or anything like that, but just as soon as the circle would appear, the symbols in it's center would disappear, and out from it's center would come a intensely concentrated mass of brown fur-covered creatures with large eyes, and beaks that protruded from their center as they would blast radially outward towards the opposite side of the room. There would be thousands of them, barely a few inches in height, but taking up a lot of space soon. Were one to look, a mixture of fury and playfulness would lie in those beaks, which Oratus knew would make them appear cute so many.
Squeaking loudly, they would obviously mean to bite whatever they could when they reached anyone.
Pets of his school, these creatures weren't exactly his property, but controlling them isn't much of a challenge, even compared to summoning just one. He played with them plenty during his time in Conjuration school, and was familiar with them, although in hindsight, it would probably come soon that performing such a mass summoning in a small room was not a good idea. Being slightly behind him, Tyen was out of the range of the casting, but that wouldn't mean there wouldn't be any inconveniences for her either soon.
Moving together in a grand wave, they would also push along and/or bounce on floors walls and ceiling, at the same time smacking the slippery pilfered goods along the floor in a wave of their own to smack against the wall, the monk, and consequently, Aiden.
- The Art of Conjuration: Fur [5]
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Post by Tyen Peremy on Apr 1, 2015 2:46:32 GMT -5
'Is this man feral?! Better yet... Is he even a man, anymore?' Were the thoughts that shot through Tyen's mind when that sort of hissing release of breath sounded from the strange Monk. She was starting to think calming him down wasn't going to be happening any time soon. He almost seemed to get more intimidating, than anything, though, that didn't make her back down. Instead she held her ground; she glared, stood tall, and her eyes narrowed on him, and she most definitely didn't step back. She somewhat seemed to know she had taunted him, and that wasn't exactly uncommon for her. She wasn't a huge people person and often challanged people that got in her way. She doubted she could beat him, though she was a little to pugnacious to simply back down because of a hiss. Though, at the sight of the worm.. no.. snake like creature suddenly making its way towards her, reflexes kicked in; a little "oh-" seemed to slip from her lips as she seemed to become distracted from the monk for a moment, going a slight bit wider eyed though not showing much fear, as she seemed to do exactly what her body wanted. She ducked down about as quick as she could in reaction to the sight of it, and hopefully out of its way. Her left, empty hand went from half way into a fist, to full fist, causing the bits of elongated blood floating around her fists to thicken a little, and begin to coagulate, the tips beginning to hold a sharper looking shape, while her forearms flew up to protect her head in the ducked position.
Thats when, from the corner of her eye, she caught sight of what Oratus was doing, and seemed to glance between him and the crearure speeding through the air. She was slightly confused, seeing the furry creatures suddenly coming out of the spell circle practically in huge masses. They were both annoying and disturbing, yet not quite as unsettling as the creatures coming after them from the monk.
"The fuck are those?!" She called out to Oratus rather quickly. She was still concerned about the worms though, and seemed to pay more attention to them than to anything else. She'd rather not be killed off by one of those, and her hemokinesis still wasn't quite charged enough for an attack. If they followed after them, they would have to figure something out fast to avoid injury; perhaps she could shoot it?
---------------------------- Blood shards (3) the needle like formations of blood surrounding Tyen's hands at each side have begun to thicken and coagulate; crystals are beginning to form in the very centers and tips.
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Post by DC on Apr 2, 2015 9:42:49 GMT -5
Zhen's reawakening consciousness couldn't have stopped Oratus' attack—the distraction hadn't worked, and Zhen could have sensed the charged attack from a mile away; he figured just about anybody could, considering its charge. As Zhen came closer to "returning", and as Oratus first released the attack, he sighed as he knew he was finished. He was almost grateful, actually, at the fact that he was being put down. He knew he was trouble, and he just about welcomed death. As the creatures started tearing him apart due to the sheer volume of them, he would let out a simple phrase that, obviously enough, was meant for the both of them.
"Thanks," Zhen said. He didn't scream as he was torn apart, he didn't cry, he didn't even give hint that it hurt, however it was obvious that the conjured creatures were tearing him to shreds. Zhen fell back against the force of the number of them, the beaks stabbing and slashing him as the creatures soared past him erratically, the bodies slamming into him and around him, he was somewhat lost in the confusion of it before he suddenly stopped moving on the ground. There were no conscious thoughts, no dirty plays—there was no shifting mana. Zhen was still, both physically and metaphysically. The attack did its job, even if Oratus hadn't meant for it to be lethal.
Zhen was no more.
xD Greg, you ass....
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Post by HERO on Apr 2, 2015 9:57:12 GMT -5
R.I.P. Zhen
The summoning had kicked off with a real blast, and from how high in charge it was, it continued out in a powerful stream towards the other side of the room. Within a mere couple of seconds, it'd seem as if they really flooded the other half of the room, Oratus no longer having any sight of the monk he felt needed to be detained, or his meal ticket prisoner. He had no doubts in that they were unable to get away, but that led to a new question that he wasn't slow to come up with: 'Am I gonna get away?' Tyen's profanic outburst was definitely warranted here, if not for the ferocity in the cute little Furbals, then for the mass volume in which they were pouring out of the bursting and sparking purple rift. For a moment he could almost swear his right wrist went a little weak with the energy being dragged out for the creation of the portal, but he knew that he couldn't let either of them get trapped in here forever. Not without trying for a way out. His left hand, which held his spellbook loosened it's grip with a flicker to dispel it, and return it to the plane he stored it. By this time, the Furbals would've climbed ontop of each other and made their way to the ceiling on the other side of the room, before breaking the dirty glass and bulb of the swinging light and flooding down to rush past his and Tyen's ankles. Shane and Keita would be the next ones to get pounced on (though it'd take a moment for the Furbals to begin reorienting themselves to start biting), and Oratus would look over to Tyen with an idea, gripping the right side of his cape in preparation. The thick material was a little heavy, but fluid motion would make it managable for what he would aim to do. "Keep down!" he'd boom from the bottom of his lungs, while turning his ankles and making another magnificent leap up over towards her. His cape would spread outward while he was airborne, and his left hand would be holding onto it's respective edge tightly. Only while airborne would he really pay attention to the forming weapon on Tyen's arm, but all he could do then would be to hopefully land on or in front of her, and simultaneously wrap the both of them up with his cape, letting a shoulder shrug toss the pointy hood up over them to prevent bites on the face and cranium. With a successful landing, he would probably manage to protect the both of them from the coming wave of rebounding and rolling Furbals. Aiden would be hit with quite the frontal force, bit up and bloodied all over, though the wall being behind him meant that at least the biggest issue would be the within just the first few moments. As the creatures would get a hold of some skin in their open beaks, they would clamp down, and hold tight on that fold of skin, as well as the muscle underneath. Arms, hips, abdomen, groin, quadriceps, thighs, face, ears, shoulders, ankles, everything would be receiving a sharp pinch with every pelt of surprisingly soft brown fur. The bites of the creatures would be surprisingly strong for their size, though in smaller numbers they wouldn't even draw blood. It would not be clear yet, to anyone else in the room, the fate of the now departed monk who stood in the center of the summoning's path. Tired, might be forgetting something, but I can just check this tomorrow.
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Post by HERO on Apr 13, 2015 6:33:08 GMT -5
'Thanks?' Was that what Tyen heard in the form of Zhen's voice? Peeking out between her raised forearms, it was hard to tell, especially with the way she was only able to manage seeing him get enveloped by the masses of alien summoned creatures. They very much looked harmless, and if they weren't in such a huge mass, she might've felt at ease enough to let her guard down, and drop her charge. But at this point, they were already pooling up to the ceiling, and practically a river of them was beginning to run back down, her and Oratus' ankles. She knew quite well that standing right where she was without protection was a bad idea. That's when she took notice of Oratus, him commanding her to stay down. That's when he began to command her attention, and her head turned away from the swarmed monk, towards the black-haired, red-eyed boy who was flying right at her through the air. Very quickly she muttered, "Shit," under her breath, not taking long at all to understand why he was saying to stay down, but knowing that the shards being formed and crystallized on her forearms could potentially bring about some nasty problems. With some quick thinking, she began to act. Dropping her face protecting forearms to the ground, she released her gun to let it gently fall onto the ground, and slammed her palms into the concrete. Fingers spread, the shards shot out, both splattering and shattering, eviscerating many of the oncoming Furbals with a display of force and power. This at the same time meant that Oratus would be free to land, and he would land cleanly next to and over her, with an incredible relief that he wasn't going to get bled out by blades of blood. The thick fabric of the cloak would seem to flap and wrap around the both of them, just as the balls of Oratus' feet would absorb the energy in coming down to the ground. He dipped his head in to get the hood to flip up over, and prevent Furbals from getting inside from vertically up. A rush of pelts struck the thick fabric, apparently bouncing off without much effect as Tyen and Oratus would be smudged in darkness. With that thought in mind, Oratus' hormones already began to take a spike on their own, him being seventeen. He could smell the distinct and natural fragrances of bodies working rising off the both of them, since his landing brought his head onto the back of her shoulder and neck. He was practically hugging her, the way he encapsulated them. Relieved, Tyen couldn't help but joke, "You know, I don't 'typically' get this intimate with strangers that I just met." She then couldn't help but release a light chuckle. They were alive, which meant Oratus could still acquire a sense of embarrassment. Her joke would seem to jump-start a bodily change of sorts, in which she began to feel a kind of poking at her waist, through Oratus' jeans. The boy was at unease, but he was glad that they were still breathing, and was also appreciative that now they might be able to find a way out of the building. "Really? Maybe make an exception for me, and get a little bit more close to slide my phone out of my right pocket? Avoiding the 'obstruction' of course..." What the obstruction was, he figured was self-evident, and that obstruction prompted another chuckle out of Tyen. She wasn't exactly an easy girl to embarrass. Teasingly, and quite playful in manner, she reached out her elbow, and slipped her hand into his right pocket while speaking in a hushed tone, "You sure you want me to avoid it?" Oratus was internally beginning to feel diffident, but managed to joke back, hoping to ease his anxiety. "Well, we are up against one another under warm fabric, in a dark place where no one may see or hear us..." He made sure to lower his knee so that she'd have better access to his pocket. Fishing the phone right out, and hitting the power button, it was apparent that it was not at all a new model. The phone was a fairly old one with a touchscreen surface, and it just so happened that Tyen's phone was fairly outdated as well, so she wasn't very bothered by it. Oratus said, "It'd be cool though if you could call the cops to dispel them back, and get us out of here so we can turn in the thieves." Thankfully, the phone didn't have a security lock on it, as Oratus was always too lazy to ever get around to it. Bringing up the telephonics app, Tyen dialed the number of Sh'rutal Law Enforcement, and asked Oratus a question while the connection rang. "So, what exactly were you thinking, summoning this mass of... particularly creepy... balls of fluff..?" The creatures now seemed to be floating up and around now, putting pressure on the fabric from every direction. As this would continue, the pressure from above would noticeably increase, and there'd also be a screeching metal sound from up higher. With the door still open, they were no doubt flooding out into the streets already. The number of creatures summoned by this was way overkill. Chances are the flooding would stop soon enough, since Merlinwood couldn't possibly keep a whole lot more than present here within their realm. But for now, the room would seem to get harder and harder to move with every passing second. "Maybe this kind of situation, getting this up close to you was my end goal all along..." he jested, then giving a heavy sigh. "But seriously, I wasn't paying enough attention to just how much charge the spell carried until after I launched it, being kinda careless..." His voice trailed off at the end, him wondering if he could've pulled some of the mana out of the circle beforehand, or if there was any time to put in to charge something new, and less insane. Probably not, he'd figure. "At least-" His voice would be cut off right then as the ringing would stop, and a lucid pearly voice cracked out of his phone. "Good evening. Sh'rutal Law Enforcement, how may I help you?" Unbeknownst to the two of them, Law Enforcement was already alerted of small furry creatures obstructing traffic all over their part of the district. This call in particular would probably explain quite a lot to them... Aiden, Shane, and Keita, were likely going to be out for a very, very, very long and abiding time, with injuries in about every sensitive and insensitive portion of their skin. These school boys got roughed up. Aiden might actually need healing later to not suffer from his wounds to the point of fatality, especially being along the w all that was hit during the first wave. Shane and Keita were roughed up pretty badly with punches in the groin, and axe kicks to the chest, so them probably ending up on bed rest for weeks was already a decided matter. It was probably quite clear that they would never again reach into the pockets of their fellow citizens with sticky fingers.
<{QUEST COMPLETE!}>
Rewards from the Sh'rutal Police Department:
- Pyrotech 10mm Pistol:
10mm cartridge firing handgun with three settings for adding pocket-sized elemental energies to fired rounds leaving it's chamber. Each setting uses a different internal spell circle for adding energies onto bullets. Often used by Sh'rutal Law Enforcement in handling well-equipped dangerous criminals, and elsewhere when the land is plentiful with mana. The color of the weapon's glowing light changes as the settings-switching button is clicked. Designed for the right-handed, however left-handed variants are in distribution as well, and one would be given to any left-handed recipients.
Circle 1: Fire (Default, Red) - Creates an effect similar to using an incendiary round, by causing the bullet to be encased in a flame, which should then burst outward upon collision. Circle 2: Bolt (Yellow) - Encases the round with an electric charge that disperses outward upon collision, also providing a small electromagnetic pulse. Circle 3: Frost (Blue) - Similar effect to Circle 1, however the fired round is instead encased in an endothermic aura, which bursts and siphons away the heat energy of the air and the material it bursts upon, and places the energy into the round.
- 1100phi
Honored Deaths: Zhen Xuan
Epilogue to be continued at a later time...
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