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Post by The Sidhe on Oct 19, 2013 15:49:22 GMT -5
Successfully pulling the Weapon from the Meister’s grasp was highly fortuitous. It had been a gamble driven on by pain and fury, but one that had worked nonetheless. Without the assistance of his partner, the beast granted itself a rush of satisfaction, even more so a seeing the anger present on the opponent’s face. What, did he think she would be culled so easily? She had downed several hunters after all, granted the hunting parties were nothing compared to a student team. The challenge had been welcomed but now she was in pain and frustrated. She needed to end this, and quick. The young man was furious, and the beast noted how the cockiness he’d displayed in the beginning of the battle had faded. Sparks left his hands at random, something she would be sure to try and avoid if at all possible. One punch sending her reeling and rendered her thoughts thoroughly scrambled was more than enough for one battle. Another would only further weaken her and possibly give the team an opening she couldn’t afford to let them slip through. Her jaw ached, throbbing pain distracting her and making her blood boil. Fury quickened her movements and bid her put more power behind them, but it also made her rash and reckless. The Meister ducked to avoid her attack on his throat. The beast attempted to move with him once her front paws were both firmly back on the ground, but as she turned there were hands assaulting her. The arrogant one had grabbed her jaw and yanked down with all his might, seemingly devoid of concern that his hands were so close to several pointed teeth the size of kitchen knives. Another shrill noise left the beast as pain rocketed through her sense again. Her eyes slammed shut and she reared back, shaking her head violently from side to side in an attempt to free herself form the Meister’s grip. At least once hand left, and once that happened the grip lessened entirely. Snarled, the beast yanked her head free of his grip and backed away, but she didn’t stay that way. Her jaw hung slackened, the act of holding it closed causing more pain than she wished to be bothered with. Her mind was clouded by the taste of her own blood seeping over her tongue and the fury at the arrogant one’s boldness. She would not be toyed with; she’d had enough of this. Blood dripped from her mouth onto the broken stone and intermingled with layers of copper colored dust. Ragged pants left the beast before her eyes flashed and she moved once again, launching her own final assault against the team. Tail swishing once, twice, the beast launched herself at the Meister, eyes trained on his throat and propelling herself forward with as much strength as she could muster to cover the short distance as quick as possible. Her eyes did not land on the young woman with pink hair until it was too late, and she would not be able to halt her attack in time to dodge after the Weapon was back in the Meister’s hand. Trying to turn was useless but it was all she could think of, her entire bodyweight shifting to the right but helping her exactly none in escape. The crack of bone echoed through the old castle as the corseque pierced the skull of the beast. A brief yelp was all that escaped it before the killed blow dulled its eyes instantly, blue staring blankly at the team from where it had been impaled. The injured jaw slacked fully open as the beast’s entire body sagged before falling heavily on its side, blood seeping from the killing blow and staining the stone below it. Golden fur was dyed with it, streaking along the side of the beast’s head and face. It did not take long for what the Weapon at least would be looking for to appear. A red glow permeated up from the fallen Kishin Egg’s body, its corrupted soul appearing from over her chest cavity and hovering in the air just above the body. With the moon high overhead shining down upon them, the fight was over. They had killed the beast.
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Post by Levi Kastein on Dec 24, 2013 1:21:20 GMT -5
Hearing the noise that escaped the mongrel as he pulled down on her jaw was the most enjoyable thing about this creature. Levi did want the mission to offer some sort of challenge but this creature was less of a test of his skill and more a test of his patience. The beast had made too many transgressions against him and left him more focused on his anger than he was on his fighting, as long as it died he didn’t care how. Had he been in his armor killing the beast would have been no problem, the same could have been the case if his sword was able to harm it.
Of course he couldn’t expect complete compliance but the head shaking was a further annoyance. He couldn’t keep his hold on something that massive obviously but that only helped further his rage. It was like the beast was doing all it could to piss him off. Disarming him and getting away from his grasp were bad enough but with those teeth he was sure his hand had been cut so drawing HIS blood was another sin to add to the list. Even with it out of his hand he was focused on the beast as it prepared to rush at him.
Eyes set on his throat what it was aiming for was obvious but foolish. Sure it would kill him if she got to his throat but he was nowhere near injured enough to let that happen. Had she gone for his arms to weaken him he may have granted her some essence of respect but no, this was just an enraged animal he needed to put down. Luckily Irene had heard him and understood what he wanted. She reached him before the beast could and with a weapon capable of killing the creature Levi had all he needed.
The attempt to turn was hardly valiant and more desperate than anything. Not even willing to face death head on after having the audacity to challenge him was a cowardly move. Standing his ground Levi rose from the crouched position he had taken when pulling the beast down and prepared Irene to follow through with his first plan, no need trying to use strategy on an animal. When she was close enough Levi held nothing back and thrust Irene straight into the beast temple probably with more force than he needed to.
Watching it fall before him was satisfying and replaced the sneer on his face with his normal grin. Seeing as it stopped moving they had nothing else to worry about, not that he expected that they would. Planting a boot on the creature’s head he pulled Irene out and gave her a slash to the side, he hated the idea of garbage blood on any of his weapons. Holding her with the tip of the corsque in the air she could transform back to her human form easily enough. Putting some unnecessary pressure on the beast’s head he took his foot off and stepped back away from the vile thing.
Clutching his left hand into a fist he sneered at the red he saw in it. There wasn’t anything near that was worthy of him wiping his blood off on so he would deal with it. It wasn’t bad enough of an injury to do any more than annoy him with every drop that fell onto the worthless ground, if that kishin wasn’t dead he would have tried to kill it again. At least he could focus on something else as the red of the kishin’s soul appeared over the worthless corpse.
Never having seen the soul of a kishin before Levi took the moment to observe it. So this was what all the work was for? Such a small thing that he didn’t even get to directly benefit from. Despite that he needed to collect ninety-nine of these things and kill a witch in order to make a Death Scythe and gain the respect of having created one of the strongest weapons, something usable by an actual god. A pain but nothing he couldn’t tolerate for the benefits, plus he might find some things more worth his time to fight.
”Hmm I guess that’s worth the aggravation of that pest. Take it and let’s get out of here they can rescue their own people now that the big bad mutt isn’t here to scare them off, besides I want to get back and practice some. Nothing is going to pry you out of my hands like that again.”
Sure he would have preferred a sword but he could handle being without one, it just gave any kishin eggs a chance against him. Figuring out a new weapon would be fun anyway and just make him that much more dangerous. Irene wasn’t the most agreeable but that just made things more fun, he wouldn’t want a pushover for his weapon anyway. She even managed to be useful enough that he didn’t even need to draw out Zegan, not that he wouldn’t have liked to stab his sword into the eyes of that fucking mutt. As far as he was concerned she passed, suitable enough in combat for him he would stick to her as a partner.
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Irene Dixon
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Demon Corseque
Wake me up. I'm living a nightmare.
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Post by Irene Dixon on Jan 19, 2014 15:06:40 GMT -5
In her weapon form she loved, back in the hands of a talented meister, ready to take down the kishin egg. The beast had attacked him and he had put his own flesh at risk to bide himself time. Pulling down forcefully on the thing’s jaw, he had injured it to the point that it wasn’t closing. Having retreated a few steps after Levi’s attack on her, the beast launched forward again. This anger would be her undoing. The same tail swish had foretold the action, but Irene didn’t mention it to her partner, it would be risking redirecting his anger.
Fully capable and ready, her pissed meister forced Irene’s blades through the skull of the creature. A yelp could be heard echoing through the walls of the broken down castle, just as the cracking of bone had only a moment before. The force behind her meister’s attack was much more than expected… Probably a result of him being angry with the beast. But now, that was over. Levi pulled her from the dead kishin egg’s form. The dull eyes staring blankly, blood covering the ground and fur of the beast. They had won.
After having shaken a great majority of the blood off her weapon form, Levi assisted her in positioning for retransformation. A quick, dull flash of light, and Irene was standing on her two legs once again. This time she wasn’t forced from his hands, but let go willingly. Standing near the dead beast’s body, her gaze remained down on the large thing. Thoughts swirled through her mind as the soul emerged from the corpse, mixed emotions were entangling her thoughts. A partner was really essential to make her better…. But she found much fear in the thought of acquiring a partner again.
A thought attacked the front of her mind. A reminder of her partner’s well being. Levi had his hand in the mouth full of razor teeth when the beast had shaken its head back and forth wildly. How badly had he been hurt? Though he said nothing, the man still looked pissed. He didn’t exactly look hurt or in pain, more just mad. She assumed because of him dwelling on his high status, but couldn’t be certain. All in all, he looked fine enough that she wasn’t going to push the subject.
Looking back to the falledn beast, she heard her partner’s words as she reached out for the soul. Picking it up with a sort of pinching motion, she tilted her head back, opened her mouth, and swallowed it whole. The chewing… always bothered her. Absorbing it was another way as well… but swallowing it just seemed to fit her. Returning to her normal posture, she took one last look at the dead creature. She wasn’t sure how she felt. Hatred for the beast was obvious. But for the girl? She seemed so… innocent… And what of her husband and brother? Now they were without her. Even if she had been corrupted, they still lost someone close to them.
Looking to Levi, she may still have appeared somewhat conflicted, though she voiced nothing. She had a sort of understanding with what they would feel with the loss. Their family would be gone. And if Levi and her left now, they would have no explanation. Only guesses. Giving a nod to her partner, she took a step towards him and let her thoughts die away.
”Then let’s get going.”
He was her partner now. Let the past be past and she would deal with the future. He was strong and skillful, ready to work with her. She wanted to become better, longed for his power, and was not going to let another moment pass in which she could be getting stronger.
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Post by The Sidhe on Jan 21, 2014 23:36:34 GMT -5
Blood pooled beneath the corpse of the beast, chilling quickly in the night air. The moon illuminated the scene, the team victorious and homeward bound as the residual hunters moved in, having followed slowly despite warning. The students were greeted with cheers and thanks as the small group moved past them, eager to see their handiwork as well as the creature that had caused their small town so much grief. Adrien moved slower than all the rest. Word moved quickly, several men managing to get a handle on the location of his brother-in-law and the other missing man. He watched grimly as Dorian was pulled loose, the iron bars that had kept him prisoner having been chipped out of the stone in favor of freeing him. He looked shaken and could not tear his eyes off of the beast’s corpse. Adrien’s own gaze followed it, watching as a few of the older men worked to coordinate how to remove the body, already arguing whether or not taxidermy was an option. He grit his teeth and turned away from the dull blue eyes staring blankly out at the world. He tried with every fiber of his being to forget what the prince had said and how familiar the color was even now. Dorian paused near him, having been forgotten briefly in favor of letting any who were capable to help the unconscious man still in small enclave they’d been held in. He couldn’t do anything, not in his current state. He stared hard at the corpse, balling his hands into fists to hide how had he was shaking. Slowly, he turned his head to gaze at Adrien, “Saviez-vous…?”((Did you…?)) The man in question shook his head, staring up at the moon rather than look reality in the face. The pain was only just beginning to root itself in his chest, making his voice pitchy and his words run together, “ Non, aucun de nous ne savait. Si nous avions ... si j'avais ...”((No, none of us knew. If we had…if I had…)) Dorian nodded solemnly and lowered his head, closing his eyes to lessen the sting of the tears as they began to form. If they hadn’t known, then he would play as though he hadn’t as well. He had hoped with all his heart that she would come to her senses, notice something was wrong. He had hoped that he could save her. In the end he only hastened her demise, but this would be a secret the young widower would take to his grave. MISSION COMPLETE Congratulations! Spoils: 1 Kishin Egg Soul, 80 Points
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