K_H Posted June 16, 2014 Share Posted June 16, 2014 (edited) Kenny saw Rose hold the Goth down at spearpoint, and then demand some answers. "If he doesn't give us the answers we are asking him to give us, I'll make sure that he doesn't get away." Edited December 21, 2014 by K_H Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sutoratosu Posted June 16, 2014 Share Posted June 16, 2014 Scott ground his teeth as Rose slammed the butt of her spear against his head... he blinked away the stars in his vision as he continued to try to move... but was still frozen "All right..." the young man began, his Eye's flaring yellow in his anger "Guess I have no choice... I'll talk" He looked to the Women with the spear, thinking to himself Damn it... I didn't think this moon would have an effect on me... but looks like it still does... makes it so that these Roaches can actually hit me with stuff that shouldn't be able to touch me... He smiled, deciding to begin to co-operate with this little interogation "My name is Scott Mirran," he said "I work for Lord Waite, High Keeper of the Arcana..." ______________________________ ______________________________ The scenery changed completely as Ethic molded it to his demands... in an instant, All three of them were standing in the Gardens of the Second Circle. The moon was out, it's eerie red glow on the landscape. Ethic looked off in the distance, seeing versions of himself and Lucian in one of the tree tops, staring up at the moon and talking to each other. He looked at Lucian, who grinned at him "Very clever... Taking us to a memory from just before Scott showed up in the Garden and killed you and did... did something to me..." Ethic nodded "I was hoping this red moon theory would play out, even in a memory..." He glanced over at Rodric, who was now kneeling on the Ground, Breathing Heavily, his Scythe leaning against his shoulder. He looked back to Lucian "Well, My Friend..." He began, taking out Man Without Honor from the sheath that had he had willed to materialize on his belt at the beginning of the current memory... it was his mind after all... "It looks like this moon has the same effect no matter how a Keeper's exposed to it" He walked towards Rodric, all motion of the Ethic and Lucian from the Memory stopped, as if a pause button had been hit... Ethic had done it... he intended for this memory to be Rodric's ironic final resting place. He walked over to the cloaked man, he brought his foot up and kicked Rodric Over onto his back. the Scythe clattered away on the stones as the Keeper fell, landing out of his reach. The man looked up at Ethic, a mixture of Fear and Hate in his Eyes... "You enjoying this, Rody?" he asked mockingly "You feel the glow of that scarlet moon? I'm intensifying this memory of mine, just for you, ain't you special?" "You are a clever one... I will give you that, Vermin..." Ethic spun Man Without Honor in his hand, playing with the blade like it was a toy. he held all the power in this situation now... and he liked it that way... when it was such a powerful adversary at his feet... an adversary that had proven itself to be as inhuman as it was sinister "Go peddle your last words somewhere else..." Ethic said in response "Because Me and Lucian Ain't buyin'" he began walking towards Rodric... _______________________________ _______________________________ Scott continued to answer his interrogators questions "No," he said "I am not a staff member, not here..." He perked up as he answered the questions directly concerning Ethic "Why was I after him, You ask?... I was following Orders this time... High Keeper Waite sent out the kill order for Ethic after the Council found him un-fit to continue as an evoker of the Arcana... We already met once... in the library you all came through... I was sent to take him to stand before the concils judgement following the Arcana Deck in his possession was destroyed... it's a criminal offense to them..." As he spoke, he could feel the binds of Rose's spell beginning to loosen... __________________________________________ Ethic stood over Rodrick, smirking as he towered over the Keeper. He began speaking, his voice highly amused "You know... it's funny in a way..." He began "You end up getting killed by someone using your own ability against you..." He circled around Rodric as he lay on his back... he spotted the keeper's arm shoot out and try to grab Ethic by the Ankle, but the young man was expecting for good ol' Rody to try something, and intensified the memory of the moon's glow at this time even more, causing Rodric to recoil and curl into a ball, whimpering like a babe. He stopped circling the pathetic being. Griping his knife in his hand as he spoke to Lucian "It's time for me to End this... Isn't it?" Lucian nodded "Guess so..." he said relunctantly "Even if our enemies are cruel to us... doesn't make it right for us to do the same to them..." Part of Ethic's mind agreed with that... but a larger part thought that Lucian was crazy for saying such a thing... but he pushed both sides away for now, there was a job to do. He knelt down beside Rodric, reached to his side with his knife, and silently slit the Keepers throat, a torrent of blood spouting fourth as he man gurgled on the ground for a few minutes before going still and silent, the body already cold, as if it had never even belonged to a living man... and now that Ethic thought about it, there was a chance that Rodric had never been alive... He stood, noticing that the scenery was beginning to change again even though he hadn't willed it to cycle to another memory of his... the memory faded away into darkness, and Ethic and Lucian found themselves standing on a circle of light, Rodric's body in between them... a light burst above them, and the two looked up to see a giant version of the Arcana card of Death. Ethic looked to Lucian "Where are we?" He asked Lucian shook his head as he answered "I don't know... This looks like it's somewhere on the Path... but I've never seen this place before... and now that I'm not a Keeper anymore, I can't just go off and figure it out..." The former mage walked up to Rodric's body, as he did, a voice resonated in both their minds "And so it has finally happened... The day when a Keeper is slain by the hands of an Invoker..." They both looked around in puzzlement "Who is this?" lucian asked "You need not know this... nor what you even comprehend if I were to tell you..." The voice seemed to focus on Ethic now, resonating throughout the space "Ethic Ytilarom... You are the First Invoker in history to have successfully killed a keeper... But it was always the fate of the keepers to die at the hands of invokers... it is in their very names" Ethic looked up, not comprehending what the voice was getting at. "I can tell you do not understand", It said next "Allow for some Ellaboration; the Keepers are merely as their namesakes suggest, temporary Watchers over the Arcana." "Alright," Ethic said "I get that...go on..." "Very Well... The thing that the keepers are waiting for is an invoker to come along and relinquish them of dominion over the arcana... but they themselves do not even know this... they have forgotten over time... there have been several Keepers over time who have realized this fact, however, and sought to relinquish the keepers of their power... but every time, they were found un-fit to be invokers for various reasons... and then they were hunted down and killed... many died at the hands of the Former keeper now laying dead at your feet..." Ethic glanced down at the corpse of the disciple of death, Rodric... "So what does this all mean then?" he asked "It means that like others before you Ethic, you have begun to head down the path to challenging the Keepers in open warfare... in rebellion of their continued reign over the Arcana... there is a name for Invokers such as yourself, they are called "Lords of the Arcana" though, technically, that title only belongs to the Invoker who manages to not only challenge the Keepers, but to kill them all and take their power by force..." "Wait, hold up a minute," Ethic called out to the voice "All these 'others' you've talked about, all of them have done this whole 'Open warfare' thing intentionally, right? Well I didn't do this intentionally... I was found Un-fit for a reason unrelated to how you said the Others were found to be for...So can't I just have the Keepers stop trying to kill me?" "No, Ethic." It Replied "You did not go seeking this, but it does not matter... you're actions in entering this hill drew the attention of the council... they deemed you fit... then the incident occured and they found you unfit...but fit or unfit, there is but one invoker at a time in the world. it does not matter that you didn't go out seeking to rebel, they will still hunt you and kill you so that the position is open for another they deem fit to occupy it. so you see, you've no choice... it is either this, to fight back against them and take their powers and become Lord of the Arcana... or you may do nothing and simply wait for them to come for you again, and they will wipe you off the face of the earth... the choice is yours." Ethic blurted out without hesitation "Screw it, I choose to fight them... I choose to kill them all and take their power by force." The platform glowed fiercely as a small stair case of light appeared, leading up to the face of the Death Arcana. "Go forth then." The voice said "you have already done the hard part. now you need only take this Arcana's dominion for yourself. step up to the face and extend thine palm." Ethic did as the voice said, and walked the stair case and extended his palm as Lucian watched silently. the voice echoed out. "Do you, Ethic Mason, who hath shunned thine father's name and taken thine maiden name of thine mother, accept Dominion over the 13th Arcana, Death and the powers that come with it, as well as vow to be responsible for all that you may use these powers for?" Ethic closed his eyes... and answered "Yes, I hereby accept dominion over the Arcana of Death and all responsibility for whatever I may use it's powers for." "Very well then" The arcana card and the platform disappeared, leaving Ethic and Lucian in darkness, the only glow was an object in Ethic's pants pocket, he looked down as the Tarrot deck flew out around him, the card for Death glowing in a golden light, then the card shot up into the air, disappearing in the darkness above... Ethic wanted to cry out at first, having anything else happen to the cards of his Mother's deck seemed to be unbearable to him... but he stopped himself, and shook his head... He was done with holding on with that part of the past... he didn't know how he'd come to the decision...maybe going inside his own memories had something to do with it... He looked up to where the card had dissappeared into the air as the deck reassembled itself and flew back into his pocket... "No..." He said "I'm done holding on so hard..." He looked to Lucian "Even though she isn't alive still... even though she wasn't able to be there when I was a kid...she's still with me...she always has been." He walked over to Lucian, who listened in silence "Her blood circulates in my veins... I'll always have my mother with me... as her son, I always will..." Lucian simply nodded "Looks like you've changed a little, Ethic...must be this whole encounter with Rodric...and what just happened." Lucian grinned at his friend, but Ethic could see a bit of Fear in his eyes, though he didn't know what Lucian was afraid of... The Ex-Magus said nothing... simply smiled with that bit of fear in his eyes Ethic was worried what it meant. then he noticed as a rift opened in the darkness... red light seeped through it... knowing it to be the way out of here, Ethic walked up to it, followed by Lucian, and stepped through and into the crimson night of the Gardens of the Second circle... ___________________________________ ___________________________________ Scott had nearly broken free of roses spell, his eye's flashed yellow as he struggled, breaking out at last and regaining movement, He dove low for his sword, only to stop as he sensed a presence nearby...it felt like Rodric... but yet it was different... From the Behind where the group had been interrogating Scott, the Goth noticed Ethic Walk up, Lucian following behind; It was Ethic's presence whom Scott had felt... but that made no sense... part of his presence had the feeling of Rodric as well... "Hey there," Ethic called to the others, pulling out man without Honor from it's sheath as he laid eye's on his old adversary, Scott. "Looks like you've got my murderer trapped... Thanks for that Guys... but I'm afraid HIS life is at MY mercy now..." Ethic walked around the group and up to where Scott was being interrogated at spear point... the Goth had a look of surprise on his face as he saw how Ethic stood... so authoritative... like at his feet was a piece of vermin... and Scott hated this... how Ethic now looked down at him with a mix of fury and boredom... his eyes glowed yellow once more as he looked up at Ethic "go ahead," Ethic Said simply, a very, very dangerous edge in his voice... "Give me that look while you still can." "Becuase I'm going to make you pay a thousand times over what you did to me a while ago." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rosesong Posted June 16, 2014 Share Posted June 16, 2014 Rose gave an eye roll of satisfaction as her captive began talking, taking note at all times where Quincy was. "My name is Scott Mirran. I am not a staff member, not here... I work for Lord Waite, High Keeper of the Arcana..." The girl nodded as she heard this. She now had a name and who he worked for, which so far was better for her. "Why was I after him, You ask?... I was following Orders this time... High Keeper Waite sent out the kill order for Ethic after the Council found him un-fit to continue as an evoker of the Arcana... We already met once... in the library you all came through... I was sent to take him to stand before the concils judgement following the Arcana Deck in his possession was destroyed... it's a criminal offense to them..." Giving the Goth an agitated glance, she ran a hand through her hair. So this all had to do with his Tarot cards being destroyed, she thought. No wonder he's so mad at Ixidor! As she finished her thoughts, the boy suddenly broke free of her restraints and went to get his sword, only to stop and look behind the group at an approaching figure. Mentally cursing, Rose thought, I knew I should have kept my concentration on him, before hearing a familiar voice. "Hey there," called out Ethic, who had revenge in his eyes as he looked at the prisoner. Breathing a sigh of relief, Rose took to the sidelines having done what she needed to... and passed out from the use of keeping her freeze spell in use for so long. Her spear landed beside her with a soft thud on the ground. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Raindrop Valkyrie Posted June 16, 2014 Share Posted June 16, 2014 Byron moved quickly next to the girl having seen her fall. "I suggest you get out of here Rat, I don't think the others will be very happy with you hanging around." "Indeed, welp, adieu me fellows." said the Rat as he slipped away. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
K_H Posted June 16, 2014 Share Posted June 16, 2014 (edited) Kenny was the next to speak up."Ethic, am I glad to see you!"Kenny then paused, sensing something... unusual about Ethic's Aura. It seemed... different in an indescribable way. Kenny looked a little puzzled as he asked Ethic a question."You seem... different. Did something happen to you while you were gone?"Kenny's face returned to normal as he then raised a Barrier around Ethic and the Goth, leaving nothing between the two except a few empty yards of space. He then expanded the Barrier into a Circular Arena."You can have Lucian tell me about it, but for right now, you can do as you please to the Goth."Kenny then turned to Lucian."So, just what exactly happened to Ethic back there?"Kenny then got a large Headache, but recovered from it quickly. Edited December 21, 2014 by K_H Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ragnar Posted June 16, 2014 Share Posted June 16, 2014 Ixidor stops squirming as Mia explain herself. "Oh.." Ixidor calms down. "Sorry, there's so much of this place to handle, i don't know whom to trust anymore." "Judge Minos sentence me here along with a group of people to undergo these 9 stages of hell as our punishment or just a sick game." Ixidor looks at his remaining hand as he clenched it "But i think he got it all wrong, i've seen friendly people just trying to survive, friends killing each other, abandoning them and a killer willing to protect an artist, it seems everyone has a reason in this place. It seems nothing is what they appear ." Ixidor stares at Mia judging her. "so what are you?" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Notus Posted June 16, 2014 Author Share Posted June 16, 2014 Ixidor "He sent you to go through the nine circles?" she asked wide eyed."That's cruel. No one ever managed to do that as far as I know. As for me, I work here sending the doomed back to their beds before the sun comes up. There's more than enough suffering for them in the night." she answered, appearing to be sad for the loving dead. She looked back for the boy. "So... does your wound feel better mister... Oh sorry, I didn't ask your name yet." " Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ragnar Posted June 16, 2014 Share Posted June 16, 2014 Ixidor gasp as he heard the remark about the circle and her job "Say what!?" Ixidor pause for a while. "yeah, its still bleeding but it's less painful now.. I'm Ixidor Mctracy by the way." "I suppose everyone needs guidance, but why them? don't you have any other desire or dreams?" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Notus Posted June 16, 2014 Author Share Posted June 16, 2014 (edited) Ixidor "I suppose everyone needs guidance, but why them? don't you have any other desire or dreams?" "I... well yes, but it's not like I can do anything.It... is complicated." Mia answered, surprised. Then, looking at the red moon she continued. "Oh my, it's getting late, I have to go." she raised and then looked at the painter again."You are a nice person Ixidor. If you want to pass to the next circle, go all the way to the top of the garden. And..." she averted her gaze shyly. "Take care." And she started walking down the path. Edited June 16, 2014 by Notus Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Flux Posted June 16, 2014 Share Posted June 16, 2014 (edited) "My name is Meridian. Who are you?" -------------------------------- Phantom turned his gaze back to the flowers at this question. It was the question that had been going through his mind ever since the others had arrived at the first circle. He had been wandering that library alone for so long... never giving a thought to why he was there or who he was. But when he saw the others enter, with a since of purpose and being, he had begun to wonder about his own self. Just who was he? After meeting with Minos, he at least thought he knew why he was there, and he finally had a goal in sight. He looked back at Meridian, pondering the same question as she. He pulled the mask away from his face a few inches, the red glow disappearing as it left his skin. His face was still hidden, but he could now read the name written on the inside. Phantom He replaced the mask, and the eyes lit up once more. He spoke a single word, the only sense of identity he had in this place. "Phantom." Edited June 16, 2014 by Flux Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Notus Posted June 16, 2014 Author Share Posted June 16, 2014 Phantom "No, you are not." Meridian said with the same misterious expression as before. "Phantoms and ghosts don't exist here. There's us, and people." She sat down beside Phantom. "And people always want something. I don't." she stood quiet for a moment, looking at the red sky. "What does it feel like? What do you want?" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Flux Posted June 16, 2014 Share Posted June 16, 2014 "Am I... a person...?" he said slowly. "What... do I... want...?" He paused, retreating to the only memory he seemed to be able to hold on to, the memory of that girl's face that Minos gave him. She actually looked somewhat similar to the girl he spoke with now. He spoke again. "Lyra... The bottom..." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Notus Posted June 16, 2014 Author Share Posted June 16, 2014 Phantom "I see." the girl spoke in her soft voice. They stood silent for some time then, staring as the red moon slowly completed it's journey through the sky. The long night would soon come to an end. "If you want to go up, you need first to go down" she started saying again. "The same is true the other way around." She suddenly turned and planted a gentle kiss on Phantom's cheek, then got up and looked at him with the same gaze as before, as if what just happened was the most natural thing in the world. "I hope you find what you want" Meridian said, and walked of as silently as she arrived. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Chevaleresse Posted June 16, 2014 Share Posted June 16, 2014 "Well, then you might want some orientation right? Though I don't know if I should help you. It's not very polite to draw a knife for a lady, you know?" "This isn't precisely a safe place. You can't blame a man for being cautious. For all I know, you're one of those. . . things . . . and I'll bleed out if you touch me." Marcus loosened his grip on the blade, however. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rosesong Posted June 17, 2014 Share Posted June 17, 2014 Rose moaned and turned over, still unconscious. Enya made her way over and took a seat next to her limp form, placing Ace neatly in her lap. After, Enya then carefully placed her meat cleaver back into Ace, making sure not to cut her bear. Her icy blue eyes glittered in the unnatural lighting. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Flux Posted June 17, 2014 Share Posted June 17, 2014 Phantom stood where he was for a while after the girl left, thinking of nothing, yet thinking of so much. After a while, he began to walk. "To go up... down..." he said quietly, "and down... up." He made his way to the staircases once more, beginning the climb to the top of the garden. He knew not what he would find, but if he wanted answers, he had no other choice. The only desire his heart had, perhaps the only desire it had ever had, for all he knew, was to reach the bottom. And to do that... he needed to go up. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sutoratosu Posted June 17, 2014 Share Posted June 17, 2014 (edited) Ethic couldn't hear Kenny as he spoke to him... All he was focused on was Scott... The young man walked a bit closer to the goth, who fell back on his arse and tried to scramble away before managing to pull himself together. he stood up, looking at Ethic. "How...how the hell are you still here?" He asked, backing away Ethic chuckled "Oh, surprised to see me, Scott?" He asked menacingly as he picked up Scott's weapon from the ground, glancing at the blade. "I'll tell you how it is I'm still here," He began as he advanced even more, scott backed up to find himself up against an invisible wall of some sort... he looked behind him, then to Ethic as the enraged man continued speaking, drawing ever closer... "After you burned my ass like I was the Black-Version of Joan of Arc, I met your little friend, Rodric...." Ethic said, spinning Scott's sword in his hand, the black metal catching the red moon light and casting it in eerie shafts along the stones of the ground. "Rodric came at me and Lucian... But I used his own powers against im and then Slit his throat." Ethic was almost upon Scott now "And then I took his Power as Keeper of the Arcana of death.... then I came back from the dead, so that I could get rid of you." He spun the sword quickly before bringing it to a stop, holding the blade gingerly in his hand and offering the hilt to Scott, at the same time sheathing his knife and mentally preparing himself. "Go on," he said simply "Arm yourself, or else this won't be honorable." Scott took the hilt, snatching it out of Ethic's hand, almost cutting the latter in the process, though he managed to pull his arm back in time to avoid it ====================================== Lucian looked to Kenny "No," He said "It's better that you all hear the story of what happened straight from Ethic instead of me... I was just a witness for the most part..." with that he returned his focus to the fight that was about to break out... ======================================== Ethic backed away from the Goth slowly, he could feel unbridled anger and fury just waiting to be unleashed in his soul, and Ethic intended to for once give these emotions a chance to actively manifest themselves. he pivoted as he reached the other side of the arena kenny had constructed out of a barrier, he could sense the outer boundaries of it, though he didn't know how... but that didn't matter right now... He had Vengeance to take care of... Ethic looked over at Scott on the other side, the young man's eye's filled with the fury he'd been keepng in since spotting the bastard when he got back from his little trip to Rodric's Realm. He called out "You ready, you festering pile of shit?" Scott seemed to be irritated by that... he brought up his sword in an aggresive stance, his eye's flaring yellow as black hell fire cloaked his body. silently, he dashing across the field with incredible speed, closing in fast on Ethic, he brought up his sword over his head as he approached, preparing to strike, letting out an inhuman shriek.... As the goth went in to attack, Ethic took a step back, and focused his mind on searching for the essence of the Death Arcana... he felt it instantly... and when he found it, he knew it's effects... He focused his body,glowing with white as he began drawing up the energy he used for Invocation and focused it into a chain, casting it out and willing it to form a link with the Death Arcana... it caught hold, and Ethic began to feel a change in himself... he couldn't describe it, but he could feel a strange tingling in his palms, like static was there... in the back of his mind, he became aware of... some kind of limit... though what for he knew naught. The Goth was right in front of him now, his sword coming down for an attack. Ethic acted, going down into a lower stance. he called up the power he felt within him... and channeled every single once of anger into it... as Scott's blade whistled through the Air, Ethic's palms pulsed in an eerie multi-colored glow. he thrust out his hands into Scott's Chest, screaming out so loud that even his own ears rang a little after. "YOU OBVIOUSLY... DO NOT KNOW... WHO YOU ARE F*CKING WITH!!!!" as he screamed, a multi colored blast erupted from his palms,a sonic boom echoing out as it engulfed Scott and sent the Goth flying all the way to the other side of the field, where he collided with an audible crack against the barrier forming their little fight arena... ========================== Scott watched in surprise as a burst of strange light hit him as he went in to cut Ethic's jugular... then he felt as if a he'd been hit in the torso with a sludge hammer countless times, each blow worse than the last... he blacked out for a moment... awaking seconds later to feel as his body collided against a hard surface and several of his ribs broke... he could also feel a tearing pain all throughout his chest... he felt something in his throat and coughed, noticing a burst of red along with spittle... he looked down at Ethic, now realizing that he hadn't been lying about Rodric... he could feel the ex keeper's presence even more intensely in Ethic now... he lay there, smashed against the wall as an un familiar emotion began to come over him... it was fear... pure, and utter fear. =========================== Ethic felt something in the back of his mind... it was the limit thing... he could sense that whatever it was for, he had just moved closer to it by quite a leap... he couldn't tell exactly how much though, as he tore across the field, trailing behind scott as he flew into the wall of the barrier. He sprang up into the air, channeling power and beginning to glow in rain-bow light, he closed in and willed the energy to flare out before him, another burst echoed out of Ethic's body, even stronger than the last, it hit scott like a wave of turbulance, blowing his clothing and hair with huge force as it hit him in gust like a sandstorm... the goth tried to put up his hands to protect his face, only to feel as something snapped in his wrist and both palms went limb. withing moments of being unleashed, the Blast cuased a section of the barrier to shatter like tissue paper, sending Scott flying through the air once again as he felt even more agony spread throughout his body, his sword falling to the ground by Ethic as he was sent away, the Goth landed several meters away, bouncing along the stones a few times before skitting to a stop... Ethic laughed... but he could sense the limit with even more urgency in his mind... he knew that what he had just done had pushed him to a dangerously close point to it.... but he didn't care... the hate was in control now... his hatred for Scott for the horrible death he'd suffered at his hands... hatred for the Keepers... hatred for the fact that he had ever been willing to forgive anyone... He looked at Scott, lying still on the ground. What you did to me... the horror... the burning, unending horror... I can still smell the scent of my own burning flesh... Ethic began to make his way over to scott, finding himself breathing heavily and having trouble walking... something was going on with his heart... Eventually, though, he hobbled over to where Scott lay. he looked down at the goth's face, seeing tears in his eyes. he let out a harsh, merciless laugh "Why you cryin',Scott?" He asked maliciously "I didn't see no tears when you lit me up, and watched me scream as I was dyin" Scott shook his head frantically, terrified at the power his adversary had used against him. he tried to get away, but was meet with a tearing pain in his wrist and legs. Ethic bent down and picked up the Black sword Scott had dropped. "Yeah, that's right... you burned me like a heretic... And I'm pretty sure you were laughing while it happened..." Ethic began to intentionally raised his voice so that everyone could hear... it was obvious now that he was rhyming certain words on purpose... like this was some type of rapp song... "And that's the part that made me sick... What the hell's wrong with you?... that you can do that to another person and then laugh as they slowly die; doesn't that bother you... And then to make it even worse, you couldn't just let me die, no, you trapped me in a valley of shadows, with a deranged man in a cloak to keep me company..." He spat in Scott's face before continuing on "Maybe you don't realize how much hell fire burns, Scott. Maybe you don't know what it's like to go off to feed the worms, to rot and decay when it's not on your own terms." He brought up the blade, it began flashing with a strange multi colored energy... he spoke again, this time regularly, his voice barely above a whisper however... "you shouldn't have wronged me... this is what happens when you do." He raised the blade over his head, spots began to appear along his vision and he became a little light headed... he continued on though. "When you see Rodric in whatever place you invokers go to after you die, tell him how you were slain by the Lord of Arcana, just as he was..." The blade took on a harsh glow as Ethic chanelled more power into it, becoming choked for air in the process, he knew that this had to end NOW he brought down the sword in an arc, aimed towards Scott's neck, when the Goth cried out... his fear palpable "MERCY, PLEASE, MERCY, ETHIC!!" Ethic paused mid stroke, and struggled to stand erect as he looked down at the goth, a smirk spreading on his face. "Alright, then... Scott..." He said as he turned and acted as if he was going to Hobble away. Scott let out an inaudible sigh of relief... but then Ethic turned, his eyes alight with thoughts wholly unholy. "That's what I would say..." He began, now panting... his heart beat was getting more and more out of control as he struggled to keep power running through the black sword. He limped back over to the Goth.. Ethic could feel his body beginning to fail now... he didn't know what was wrong with him... then he realized exactly what was going on as he spoke. he yelled at Scott "BUT I DON'T F*CKING KNOW MERCY! NOT FOR A KEEPER OR A KEEPER'S LAP DOG!" With that, he put his last shred of bodily strength into raising the sword above his head and driving it down into Scott's chest, willing the energy he put into the blade to pulse outwards and amplify the strike, the force of which cleaving the stone beneath Scott's body despite the actual blade stopping when it hit his spinal cord... Scott let out an inhuman scream and then started to gurgle as he chocked on his own blood, paralyzed from the kill blow he'd been dealt. And Ethic let out a laugh as he felt the limit in his mind being far exceeded... and he laughed even more as his sight went black and he fell backwards through the air, his heart bursting in his chest before he hit the stones... The last words he said was this... "My Life for power..." Lucian screamed out his name and ran over as Ethic lay on the Ground, the body steadily cooling now... having died for the second time in just an hour... Edited June 17, 2014 by Stratos Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Supernovae Posted June 17, 2014 Share Posted June 17, 2014 (edited) Mr. Taylor watched the scene as it occurred. He didn't call out, he didn't make a sound all he did was watch as Ethic slaughtered the goth, just as the goth had done to him earlier. But, as it ended Mr. Taylor couldn't bear it any more, the boy now had died twice in the same day, hell the same hour. Mr. Taylor staggered out of the tree, cuts still littered his body, but this time he couldn't stand idly by any more. When he reached the ground he limped slowly on his cane towards the body, a green aura starting to consume his body. "Please all of you, if you wouldn't mind standing back, then I think I may be able to help the lad," he called out to the group, eyeing the rat man in particular, hoping he wouldn't take his chance to attack. In trust Mr. Taylor didn't know if he'd be able to revive Ethic. But, he did know that every time he used his power his short term memory was temporarily destroyed and in this situation, that draw back seemed to be a blessing. At this point Mr. Taylor had finally reached the body, tears now building in his eyes. Ethic up until this point had been his friend, perhaps even more than that, he'd been family to an old man who never had one of his own, they all had been family in one way or another. "I won't let you die out here," he whispered somberly to the motionless body. The green aura grew around Mr. Taylor who extended his hand outward to Ethic, "Not again..." Edited June 18, 2014 by Supernovae Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ragnar Posted June 17, 2014 Share Posted June 17, 2014 Ixidor just sat there while he watch the troubled girl left. That "nice person" remark from Mia still echoes through Ixidor's thoughts. "If she only knew.." he sighed. But Ixidor didn't let that ruin his bliss. Somehow he can't feel the pain from his amputated hand and his heart filled with delight when he thinks about Mia. "Wow.." he gazed upon the red moon as inspiration struck him and decided to withdrew his sketchpad and draw without thinking of the consequences like his previous creation; He was head over heels as he draws the face of the girl he just met. With every stroke of his pen is filled hopes and positive emotions, the young artist takes time to finish his sketch with precision and putting every single detail on it. His amputated hand seems to be getting in the way as it twitch and drips blood on the canvas but he just ignored it and continues the sketch. He finished his drawing as a strong wind swoops down on the area, the ring of fire around the garden was extinguish in one blow as silence takes over, a burst of light radiating from his sketchpad as it beams up the night sky and centers at the middle of sketchpad. A blinding light takes over the garden, Ixidor covers his eyes as an angelic silhouette comes out from the light with its long bastard sword as it spread its wings. "Hello there, master" he heard a soothing angelic voice in his head; Ixidor lowers down his arms to see what's going on, An warrior angel emerge from the pad with its battle armor, a long bastard sword and a familiar face; with its flowing long indigo hair and deep blue eyes that resembles like Mia. "Do not be afraid for i do not mean you any harm, on the contrary I am here to serve, to protect and to guide you." said with a soft spoken voice. "I'm at yours to command; you have been slain once before am i right?" said the Valkyrie "Uhmm.. yes, i guess." he awkwardly answer as Ixidor was overwhelm what happening in front of his eyes. "I'm not like any other of your creations, I am created with the pureness of your heart and you really put effort in creating me. You're the only one that can hear me for i do not speak with the likes of others, like i said i'm here to protect you no matter what. I would lay waste and bring righteous fury to anyone that would put a finger on you." as the Valkyrie's sword shines bright as it was set on a fiery glow. "But be warn master, if my blade ever kills an innocent blood out of content." the angel pause "I... would cease to exist." "Lets just say i'm your guardian angel. so where do you want to go master?" the Valkyrie smiles at Ixidor. the one hand artist was speechless and left there in a standstill in the middle of the garden. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Raindrop Valkyrie Posted June 17, 2014 Share Posted June 17, 2014 "DO what you can Old Timer." said Byron, an approving look on his face. ((also Quincy scurried off already, so he wouldn't be there for him to eye in particular lol.)) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Notus Posted June 17, 2014 Author Share Posted June 17, 2014 Marcus "This isn't precisely a safe place. You can't blame a man for being cautious. For all I know, you're one of those. . . things . . . and I'll bleed out if you touch me." The girl let out a laugh. "What, you really think I look like one of those guys?" She didn't. Apart from the fact that she was dressed, her almond eyes emanated an energy and inteligence that lacked in the loving dead. She looked to Marcus straight in his eyes and stepped closer. "I'll forgive you this time because you're cute. Soo, what a violent pretty boy like you is looking for in here?" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Raindrop Valkyrie Posted June 17, 2014 Share Posted June 17, 2014 Quincy "Who should I hunt first?" the Rat thought to himself as he was running around in the Fields. "THe Old Man? Na, way to crunchy......probably really dry too. One of the girls? Might not want to risk in-taking all that estrogen.....What about that Ethnic Fella? Na he has already died, probably won't phase him much. AH I KNOW!!!! No, wait......still not sure on the logistics of that one.....If I kill Byron am I killing myself? Still confused on that. Of all the things a Ratman has to think out loud about." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sutoratosu Posted June 17, 2014 Share Posted June 17, 2014 Ethic awoke in a familiar darkness...he again had no memory of what had happened or how he had gotten to this place... He attempted to stand, and like last time, was again forced back to his back as the wave of memories flooded into his mind, playing out like a first-person movie in his mind... he got up, and couldn't help but smile in triumph... He Killed two keepers in just a single night... well, a Keeper and a Keeper's apprentice, but still... and even better... He had offed that little Psycho-path named Scott... that was an added plus to the whole thing. He took a look around Rodric's domain.... no, correction, he took a look around what was technically now his domain... he reached out with his mind and could sense several things in this place... though he couldn't identify any of them.... he began walking idly in a single direction... and after a while realized he was getting nowhere. He focused his mind and willed the space to move around him... it obeyed, the shadows swirling as they dropped him onto a hard, stone paved ground... he looked around in surprise... realizing that this place was from his memory... he looked at the red moon above, and felt something recoil within him, though he didn't know what... he took a glance at the treetops, spotting himself and Lucian from the past there... he looked to the ground, and found what he expected to; Rodric, sprawled out on the stones, his throat with a long slit across it... but over Rodric's corpse, was something he hadn't seen before... he knew it hadn't been here when he finished of the keeper... standing over the body was a stone effigy of Rodric... his scythe, the actual weapon he'd used while fighting Ethic and Lucian, leaned against one of the Statue's shoulders... it's face was looking down at the body on the stones... Ethic looked and saw an expression of deep sorrow... as if this thing were mourning the being it was meant to represent... "Well..." Said Ethic, not really phased by this discovery of his "Guess Keeper's end up here when they die... and they get statues of them in their death scenes... or maybe that's just you." He talked emptily to the corpse, then looked up, wondering just how this place could be here if it was in his memories where he had killed Rodric... he looked out and saw the black space once again in all it's emptiness... he saw that this place had a border with it on all sides, forming a circular little island of existence in the middle of a sea of nothingness... then he cuaght a glimpse of another little island in this black sea... and he thought he knew what this must be... "This is some type of... hall or something... some type of place where the places where they die manifest themselves... like some type of memorial..." He willed the space to take him to the other Island he spotted, and in a few seconds, he was again on a stone paved ground with red moon light shining down...except that this time at his feet was Scott's dead body, The goth's own blade sticking out of the chest of it's former owner... Ethic looked up from the body, and found that here, too, a statue of the slain being in the scene had appeared... it was an exact likeness of Scott, as Rodric's statue had been an exact likeness of it's subject... it had a look of arrogance and amusement on it's face as it reached out with one hand at an unseen target, a stone sword stuck in eternal mid twirl in it's other hand... Ethic walked away from the island, crossing it's border with the darkness and looking behind him, seeing nothing but two small specks of color in the distance among blackness. he forced himself to look away. "Looks like my theory is correct..." he said at that point, he began to feel a familiar tugging sensation... in all directions at once, then it stopped and started once more, this time tugging... inward... it was like a previous time... then even this tugging stopped and Ethic found himself without vision, but could feel some type of wind rippling past him, as if he was travelling at a high speed towards something... ========================================= Lucian did as Mr.Taylor requested, taking a step back from where he had kneeled beside Ethic's body when he had fallen over and stopped respounding. he watched as the elderly man extended his hand, his body beginning to take on a green glow... it arced out and hit Ethic's body...it seemed to have not have an effect for a few moments.... but then Lucian could feel a strange type of presence enter the area... it felt like Rodric's, but at the same time it was different... he realized it was Ethic's... as the body on the ground began to move it's fingers... ========================================== the sensation of flying stopped... Ethic still saw nothing but blackness, but he could feel a hard surface on his back... he flexed his fingers reflexively...then he opened his eyes, expecting to be in the dark space, but surprised as he looked up and saw the light of the Scarlet moon... he got up, seeing Mr.Taylor standing before him, a green aura pulling away from Ethic's body and re-entering the older gentleman's hands... Ethic took a few seconds, glancing around at the others... then brought himself up to a sitting position, looking up at Mr.Taylor. "Thank you for that," he said simply, his eyes still adjusting to the light... he felt a little light headed, but it passed quickly... he checked his heart... it seemed to be beating normally, though he'd felt a sharp pain there as he had fallen down to the ground... he continued speaking "Didn't think your power could reverse death it-self, though..." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ragnar Posted June 17, 2014 Share Posted June 17, 2014 (edited) Ixidor break his silence and finally talks to the Angel "are you a real angel? what's your name?" the Valkyrie hovers forward with its bright fiery sword. "I am a man-made creation young master, i possess the trails of a divine being and also i can suffer pain like a normal human does .. as for my name it does not matter,its all up to you." the Valkyrie spoke to Ixidor. "Hmm i think i'm gonna call you Kayle." Ixidor smiles at the angel "so be it, it seems you stumble upon this hellish place. where do want to seek refuge?" Kayle looks around at her surroundings. "uhmm.. yeah we should go all the way to the top of garden, but first we got to find my friend Marcus, we got separated somewhere not far from here." "who is this Marcus person? is he a lost innocent soul as well?" Kayle raise a brow. Ixidor skip a beat as he hesitate to answer, I can't do that; mister Marcus is far from an innocent soul and this angel would flip a lid if she finds out. Maybe it's best if our paths don't cross for now. "On second thought, maybe he is waiting for us om the top as well, we best get going now." said Ixidor a bit jumpy. "Very well onward then!" the injured boy and his guardian angel started to get moving, Edited June 17, 2014 by typhlosionrulez Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Supernovae Posted June 18, 2014 Share Posted June 18, 2014 Mr. Taylor looked at the boy in utter confusion. "Who ... who are you?" he asked with a half-scared/half-angry expression, but that wasn't all, his voice sounded much younger. He stepped back and looked around the group, not recognizing any of there faces, "But, I .... I was just in Egypt, we were in the tombs, what in the hell is going on here!?" he finally demanded of the group. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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