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| − | After the time is done, a blind elemental of earth guides Iselsis through corridors to the center of the building... that begin to become ever-shifting, as if there was something preventing one to properly focus on the corridors... that made everything shift, throwing the internal compass of any sane being haywire. But the elemental did its job, bringing her to a room that she knew was in the center, although she was not sure wether it was the center of what
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| − | Below the floors she had ever been exposed to, the Manse that held the agency seemed stranger and stranger, and a stray thought is a reminder that Iselsis had no idea of its aspect.
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| − | As she comes within the room, the spatial distortions cease, everything solid and her internal compass working once again... to see the figures within the room. There was a black-haired Windian with long hair, stripes of red about him, what was left of his wings framing his back like monuments to the dead. There was Whisper, reclining over a table, lazily stretching, her feline ears flicking as she sees Iselsis enter the room. There was a lady in regal manly clothes, and on the corner of her eye, Iselsis could somehow see more than just two wings in her. And there was a man in black cloak, who had no wings at all. And very few others, that did not catch her eye so immediatly.
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| − | And there was silence in the room. They all waited. And none seemed like the type to speak much. Not even Whisper, not this time.
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| − | '''Iselsis: ''' ''Must be the silence before the storm... ''
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| − | She leans against the wall and looks around. Faina wasn't there yet, how odd. She glanced at all the strangers in turn, sizing them up, trying to figure out some relative level of power if she could. Always good to know who you're working with.
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| − | That and she'd gotten slightly paranoid after the day she'd had, didn't want any of them to unexpectedly turn on her or anything.
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| − | * She sees...<br><br>The lame windian is a Dragon-Blooded, like her. The signs would show clearly he was an aspect of water, but something is distinctly ''wrong'' with that. Something less natural, yet just as flowing in nature. His skin is less an aquamarine of sea, his hair darker than the black of its depths. And the swirls around him are blood. His movements are careful, methodic - he was an skilled fighter, that much was for sure. The blood was the weird part... it seemed like he controlled his own... or was it an artifact?<br><br>Then, there was the feline woman. She was an essence-user, that much was certain. It was hard to be certain of much more about her, however. Something was just off about her, as well. Not anything visual - it was just hard to think of her from a moment to the next, as if something kept asking Iselsis to gloss her over. She was touched by the wyld, that much was certain in her features - however, she did not behave the part, leading Iselsis to conclude she was of second or third generation, carrying the changes, but not the spark of chaos.<br><br>The lady in a man's suit, one to a royal ball, at that, trimmed in gold and silver with all manner of windian imagery, had something of power in her bearing. The wings that were almost there left Iselsis with a feeling of something close, yet inimical - a touch of heavenly in her. As if at any time she could unfurl the quasi-mirages and threaten Iselsis on behalf of the gods. She was distinctly feminine, and yet carried herself ias a male and dressed the part, carrying herself as a scion of kings, like the sort who wear such classy clothes even in the dirtiest depths of Creation, and carry herself with dignity there.<br><br>And the cloaked one... the one the shadows around him seem to fit as his own wings. She sees lines at the edge of his cloak, and sees them as Black Jade. She follows them to the clasp of his cloak, and to the Moonsilver broach adorning it - which seems more ''rooted'' at the cloak than anything else - she could almost makes the roots, as they... writhed? Under the cloak. The clasp itself had space for hearthstones... and yet, they did not take its center, which seemed to beat ever so slightly... like a heart, and yet, as Iselsis looked at it, it seemed ready to open as an eye and stare directly at her...<br><br>And, seeing that, and before she could move to any others, her attention was broken by the figure who entered by one of the doors - she could just notice there was many of them in the room, shaped like a... hexagon? Some other shape? The spatial distortions begun again as she tried to make it up. And easy enough to fix into the new arrival - blonde hair loose behind her, petals on her hair, covered in a form-fitting dark-green legless, sleeveless leotard, knee-high boots, a black and gold breastplate covering her chest, while she finished adjusting green jade fingerless gloves.<br.<br>Faina... dressed distinctly different than she had ever been before. Like a lady in the Windian army.
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| − | '''Iselsis: ''' She shrinks into her big coat slightly. Too many people with too many odd things about them. Of course, she wasn't one to talk, probably just as odd as any of them.
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| − | She missed her hat.
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| − | When Faina walks in she glances over, briefly showing just a hint more relief than she really should've, but catches herself quickly. She waits stoicly for what's supposedly about to happen. Maybe this was some sort of portal or teleportation room? It definately wasn't where the abyssal and her flunkies are.
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| − | '''Faina: ''' Faina walked up to the center of her room, finished adjusting the glove - the gems in it shining as her essence adjusted to it - then addressed each and every one of them. "Very well. I am very sure few of you had seen each other before, if any. And it is just as well. We have employed the unique abilities of each and every one of you - but tonight we are calling you here simply for a single thing - raw power. We do know for sure there are Anathema in Blue Wind. They are on the move to the core of the city."
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| − | "There might be more, however - Valencia and the royal guard are on to them, but Blue Wind may raise more surprises. We do know they could not smmuggle an army within Windia - therefore, they certainly brought all they could in terms of raw individual power. A few of you might have known it from your recent assignaments."
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| − | "There might be traps in Blue Wind. There might be others waiting with a second wave. Devices to be disarmed. And leaders that would flee from the clumsy shine of the army. That is why we are going first. To defuse the traps, break the devices, and kill all leaders we can find. To purge."
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| − | "You are all the ones we could call that were not too busy or too far. There will be no backup in any circumstance - like it has always been with you. Despite this assembly, this is not a team mission, as few of you have any hope to be anything but disruptive to one. Once there, spread, and do what you do best."
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| − | * Moments later, they are outside. Moving like shadows through the night, as it snows... seeming so peaceful. Blue Wind was nothing peaceful, however. The air in it was so... still.<br><br>The calm before the storm, indeed.
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| − | '''Faina: ''' As the group dispersed, Faina walked closer to Iselsis, but there was still a chasm between them. She was a professional now. Colder.
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| − | "Hope you do well down there. I am going to work with the actual military team here, to tell them not to hurt any of you there to begin with. Miscommunication between branches is bad enough... oh, and here."
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| − | She says, picking a box, and holding it to Iselsis, "A gift. Was going to wait a better time, but there might not be one."
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| − | '''Iselsis: ''' She blinks and stares at the box for a few moments before taking it, and taking off the lid to see what was inside.
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| − | "You worry too much about me. I'm not a child anymore."
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| − | '''Faina: ''' Inside, amidst many flowers, there is a hat. Happier flowers than this moment would ever ask for... certainly not something that was meant for today. A masterwork of a hat, in fact. And seeming made with Iselsis in mind...
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| − | Faina just stares at Iselsis blankly. "It is hard for me to shake my past image of you." Is all she says. If she wished to say more, then she hid it well.
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| − | '''Iselsis:'''A grin like a chesshire cat spreads across her face. It wasn't too different from her old hat, except that her old hat had been worn, and kinda frayed at the edges, and it looked like it was a much better fit as well. She flips it over in her hand and one smooth motion it lands on her head, her thumb and index finger stroking along the front side as she does.
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| − | "Besides, I still have tricks up my sleeve that only the Master knows about." she smirks, tips her head, and is off, speeding down the one untaken path spread out into Blue Wind, letting the shadows swallow her form...
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| − | And then she's gone.
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| − | She activates her anima, the sign of her birthright, and lets the winds carry her. She leaps and runs, sticking to the shadows of the Blue Wind, little more than a slight blur in the shadows as she leaps from rooftop to rooftop, ocasionally stopping to get her bearings and scan her surroundings. She wanted that daybreak for sending those nemessaries after her. She wanted to show her the error of her ways, and to show her that sending your guards to die was a terminal mistake when dealing with a dragonblooded demon freak.
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| − | * Not too far from Windia, most buildings in Blue Wind are made of stone, small winding streets making it a small maze, with the exception of the main street Iselsis had walked into before.
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| − | The snow falls, and the clouds hang low... as Iselsis sees the figures dancing in the shadows with her. Not many, she is sure she misses many, but she sees the shadows around the streets... not making out any of them. The winding paths go up and down the mountains, and she can see the few big houses around Blue Wind... of the few rich people there... and the path of the main street leading to the immaculate temple, and the alleged Shadowland.
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| − | '''Iselsis: ''' With little clicks the clasps on the back of her coat come undone, her wings sprouting back into existance and flexing. She zips up this time, giving her a clear overview of the Blue Wind.
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| − | ''This is taking too long, guess I'll have to cheat... ''
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| − | And then she closes her eyes, her mind reaches out and whispers to the wind, long forgotten incantations rolling off her, spreading all around. Words of old, when the solar godkings ruled all of Creation, words beseeching the winds to grant her clarity of vision...
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| − | And then she opens her eyes, hoping the winds will whisper back to her.
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| − | * She sees the figures now... each and every one of them. She sees the members of the military preparing to storm. She sees the cloaked figure and the four-winged rush to the few manors of Blue Wind, one for each, a team of the military to another.... She sees stealthy figures trying to go past the others... the ghosts, the whispers on the mist, the old men-dogs, to race towards the Immaculate Temple. And she sees a group of the dead and their helpers on a city square, and the wraiths on her side closing in on them....
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| − | '''Iselsis: ''' She goes up. She should go down, but that comes later. Into the cover of the dark night clouds. Once she's above the Temple courtyards she zips down and lands gracefully in the shadows, behind the curve of the roof overlooking the courtyard. She glances over, seeing if there are any leader types there, or if it was at least all clear.
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| − | * As she goes, things begin to go to hell.<br><br>Where the cloaked figure had appeared, she hears the screams. She sees, on the corner of her eye, tendrils of darkness and great claws rising from it, pieces of people splattering out. Where the masculine woman had gone in, winds of light came out of the house, and she saw feathers of the same light coming out... and on the square where a new group met, the widian military fell over them like crows.<br><br>And, as she stood on the courtyard of the Temple, she saw the plants, dead all around her... and, on the gate... bodies. Many of them. Windian military black ops...<br><br> ... slaughtered ''quite'' recently.
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| − | '''Iselsis: ''' She was tired of this wild goosechase. She tips her hat up, pulls her scarf away from her face, undoes the front of her coat, grabs a cigarette and lights it. And as the little flame illuminates her features, they're no longer soft, round, and pleasant to the eye. Her features are gaunt, paler than they should be. Divine retribution.
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| − | And there in the courtyard, caught in the middle of a clash between all things supernatural and unholy, the stuff of nightmares, surrounded by dead bodies and plants... she waits.
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| − | * He comes in slow steps.
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| − | Dressed as a priest, a corpse in a priest's robes with a mask of Jade.
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| − | He stands there, ghostly wind shivering both of them as Iselsis feels the Temple behind her give way... change... becoming a great cathedral, mottifs of death filling it.
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| − | The light of underworld jade coursed through the Priest's weapon, as he looked at Iselsis. "So, it is you. You are supposed to be dead."
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| − | '''Iselsis: ''' Inhale, exhale... slow rings of smoke filling the air.
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| − | "If I'm not mistaken, so are you. Hasn't stopped either of us though.", she grins, then continues, "Your assassins failed. I killed them all. Your men are already dead, you've lost."
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| − | She pauses for effect...
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| − | "Now the question is... will you decide to take me down with you, before you meet your inevitable fate." another slow puff, tip of the cigarette lighting up, giving color to the gaunt scene, "Or will you die on the run, fleeing and afraid?"
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| − | She smirks, waiting for her words to sink in.
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| − | '''Nemessary: ''' "So they did."
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| − | His posture shifts. More serious. He knows what he faces now.
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| − | He closes his eyes for a moment, and Iselsis sees the mountains of windia giving away to something... darker. To jagged clouds, to great feathers, to Winds that Should Not Be.
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| − | As he opens them, she sees his fanatical devotion. "The Acolyte of Violet Whispers is gone already, monster. Soon, your rulers will be killed, soon, there will be nothing holding the wings of Windia afloat, all of your prowess gone to fight the Celebrant."
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| − | "You can run now, but it will avail you litte. You will only come closer to ''home''"
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| − | The ghosts begin to appear around her... the faithful, praying.. on the edge of Creation and the Underworld.
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| − | '''Iselsis: ''' The cigarette butt drops to her feet. She doesn't bother to stamp it out. Her eyes narrow, seem almost to come alive with the green fire of Malfeas. The rage comes again, nobody will take away her precious Windia, nobody will take away what little she can still count on in life.
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| − | '''''"Never!" '''''
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| − | The dust floating around her in the cathedral blasts off her as she shoots forward.
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| − | Her form blurs...
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| − | Dust kicks up and is flung about in her path...
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| − | Her leg shoots out as she leaps for him.
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| − | ''Nobody will take what's mine! Nobody! ''
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| − | She zips past, leg swings out, lifts off, wings carrying her weight... and connects, dropping back down behind him, floating an inch from the floor... turning in mid air to face him, without moving her body an inch.
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| − | '''Nemessary: ''' He does not move, even as he shows the signs of feeling the blow.
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| − | "You hit well, exorcist... but if this is the best you can do..."
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| − | He holds his blade, and it it wreathed in ghostly flame. It enflames like his own eyes, fanatical, the fires of his devotion.
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| − | "...you are ''mine''!"
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| − | And then he turns around, slashing as he goes...
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| − | '''Iselsis: ''' "That is not even the LEAST I can do, defiler priest!", in an instand the two plasma repeaters artifacts are in her hand, and she carries herself on the drafts, away from the priest's attacks, her guns at the ready to parry his blows. "Tell me what you know of me and I might spare you!" she nearly laughs, but controls herself.
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| − | And in that moment her aura flares slightly, sign of her heritage, shadow winds flicking and curling around her, clearly visible in the dusty cathedral.
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| − | She wastes no time showing the priest what her artifacts can do. Brief bursts of yellow and red light illuminate the dreary cathedral as they go off, once, twice, thrice.
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| − | Without waiting to see if they've hit their mark she shouts "'''Tell me what you know, priest! '''"
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| − | '''Nemessary: ''' The Priest watches this, and soon changes his stance, trying to deflect the projectiles as he can.... any answers he might have for her lost in the action!
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| − | The corpse falls back, twitching, letting go of his blade, only a little life left in his body... cursing in a variety of tongues Iselsis has never heard before.
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| − | '''Iselsis: ''' She touches down on the ground, feet firmly planted on either side of the withering priest, and with hellfire on her eyes, the shadowy winds of her nature licking at him... she grabs his collar, and drags him up to face her.
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| − | The words come slowly, angrily, bitterly... "Tell. Me. NOW!", she twitched, keeping barely restrained rage from surfacing and depriving her of any answers she might get.
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| − | '''Nemessary: ''' The dead priest grunts... and looks at her.. the green fire shining off his Jade Mask.
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| − | And past her...
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| − | "You... should b.. be... more... observan... t... monst...er..."
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| − | He tries his best at cackling, as a figure darts behind Iselsis, dak wings unfurled, spear coming down to her...
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| − | '''Iselsis: ''' She looks at him... He doesn't look at her. She sees it, the reflection in the mask, it's not what it should be. And as soon as he spoke she whirled around, the dying priest still in her grasp. She drops, lets herself fall flat against the floor, holding the priest between her and the new mysterious assailant, her feet propped up, trying to keep the distance between her and ... it as far as she can. Hoping the spear won't skewer them both...
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| − | '''Nemessary: ''' The spear misses Iselsis, going through the Priest, destroying what little life was left on it. The other Nemessary growls, pushing the spear off, sending the dead body away. "Damn you...!"
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| − | '''Iselsis: ''' She flexes into an arch on the ground, and springs back up to her feet, twisting her head to the side to stretch it out after the sudden drop.
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| − | "My, how dull, another flunky. Run along and tell your mistress to come here and face me. I'm bored of dealing with your type."
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| − | * Suddenly, something leaps out of the shadows. Something apparently made of them... wings of shadow... no, not shadows... something hollow, batting the spear away..<br><br>"Do not touch her."<br><br>Flashes of violet... something, a rapier? Cutting through the new arrival, through metal armor like it was but air.<br><br>"Do not dare to touch a de Windia."<br><br>As he moves, there is no sound. No air. Iselsis ceases to feel the winds whirling about her, as the rapier passes through her to cut something else behind her.<br><br>And all around them, the ghosts get up, more real than before, now... solid.<br><br>The void begins to flake away from the wings, leaving a pristine white.flaking away from the face to reveal a beautiful windian male, of platinum hair and turquoise eyes... one that seems to still be part of the void.
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| − | '''Iselsis: ''' Cha-click, the plasma repeaters are back in her hand and aimed defensively at the rising ghosts. She glances over her shoulder at the windian male.
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| − | "You know I could tell you to bugger off and stop cramping my style, that I can take care of myself just fine, and ask you how the hell you know who I am... but I believe we have more pressing matters.", she nods her head at the ghosts.
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| − | '''????: ''' The void begins to lick around his blade together with violet and crimson tongues of essence, as he looks around, taller than Iselsis by far - and still keeping her winds away by virtue of being close. "You know, you are ''exactly'' what I had imagined, Izabella." He says, his voice with just a tinge of amusement. "I take the left, you take the right?"
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| − | '''Iselsis: ''' She smirks. "A gentleman would let me pick the side, but left will do fine.", she flicks three bullets up and catches them in the slots of her revolver, and sets about what she does best: shooting ghosts. The echoes of her repeaters and the flashes of their muzzles filling the room.
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| − | '''????: ''' "You are free to change..."
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| − | He cuts through them all with grace and elegance, scything them to oblivion... the void around him covering his wings as he dances. And out in the distance, more and more things look... dead. Devoid of color. Devoid of vibrancy... "Creation is fading.. I hate when that happens."
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| − | And in the distance, still in Creation, pillars of light begin to raise. Silver light, and a silver bird. White light, and a raiton made of bone, with eyes of basalt. and lights of terrestrial animas about...
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| − | The man stops to watch that as it begins to fade on the other side, even as the ground shakes even this far away. "Valencia..."
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| − | '''Iselsis: ''' Her jaw drops... BLAM, that shot goes off without her even bothering to check where it landed.
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| − | She stares. "Don't tell me she's hogging the abyssal... I was looking forward to beating her down, damnit. I'm the one she tried to have killed. Well, among others, but it's the principle of the thing.", she takes this time to reload her plasma repeaters, firing off a few more errant shots between - well - conversation.
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| − | '''????: ''' "She tried to kill you? You have a knack to get out of those, don't you?" He says, as he continues his side of the fight... and then, another figure, one Iselsis had seen before at the briefing, perches above the Temple's archway.
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| − | The man with the swirling blood.
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| − | He jumps on Iselsis' side, cutting the ghosts with her, jaws of blood surrounding him and gnawing at the ghostly flesh... however, he looks past her, and to the other newcomer. "Hello there, Voidwalker. I was wondering wether ''you'' would show up..."
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| − | The Voidwalker scythes more of them, striking more of them, and more precisely than it could be possible, shifting in and out of the void around him to... but his gaze is not even on the strikes, but at the fading lights. "Vasim. Take on my side. I am going to Valencia and the other one."
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| − | '''Iselsis: ''' She watches Vasim, as she has found out, cut down the minions, and fires off more shots herself, dropping a few of them with ease. She picks the soulsteel sword off the ground and attaches it to her belt, along with the jade mask.
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| − | ''Going to Valencia? ''
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| − | That's when her demeanor changes. She turns to the side to look at him. "You're going after them? Not without ''me'' you aren't!"
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| − | '''????: ''' Vasim changes side, as the other one moves... and soon is in front of Iselsis, his rapier pointed to her, still licked by crimson, violet and void essence....
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| − | "I am not letting you go there."
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| − | '''Iselsis: ''' And in the same instance, he would find himself staring down the barrel of one of Iselsis' plasma repeaters.
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| − | "Like hell you aren't. What're you gonna do? Kill me? Because make no mistakes, this is ''personal'' and you've given me no reason so far not to send you the way of our ghost friends if you get in my way."
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| − | '''????: ''' He grits his teeth, visibly displeased, trying not to look at where the lights were, feeling he must go, but...
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| − | "That is too ''dangerous'' for you, Izabella! And I have no ''time'' for this!"
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| − | '''Iselsis: ''' She shouts, and just for a moment the infernal nature of her being comes to the light, her features feral for just an instance, but just long enough for him to notice the rage within her. "''They know what I am and what will become of me! They KNOW! '' '''I HAVE TO KNOW! '''"
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| − | * And all around them, ghosts die as Vasim does his dance of blood... sighing.<br><br>"Look, whatever you do, couldn't you stay doing it somewhere else?!?"
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| − | '''Iselsis: ''' "So kill me or get the hell out of my way!"
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| − | '''????: ''' He is shocked. His mouth gaps open, staring at her... he looks younger, then, bereft of the confidence he had until now. And Iselsis begins to recognize him... something about him, at least...
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| − | "They... know...?"
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| − | The void takes his face again, only shining eyes covering them now...
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| − | "Very well, then. Come on!"
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| − | The blade shines in carmine... as he cuts the air. A Dragon roars about him as he cuts through the Underworld, and jumps out of the temple....
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| − | '''Iselsis: ''' Her wings flex and she's gone, zipping off and back into Creation, after the person she can't explain. Something odd about him, something recognizable. Maybe he just had 'one of those faces'.
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| − | One thing she shouts back over her shoulder before she's gone: "Nice to meet you, Vasim!"
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| − | * Vasim waves from inside the crowd of ghosts, a dispassionate voice uttering a half-hearted, "Good luck."
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| − | * They fly through the night, seeing the pillars...<br><br>Beneath them, Blue Wind burns. Too many powers, too many different brands of essence pointing to the same conclusion... that the purge was well underway.<br><br>And, unlike it seemed, it was all focused on a park. All in a single park.<br><br>Obsidian Butterflies filled it for a moment. Corpses with many arms and many eyes jumped upon the sorcerer. An agglutination of flesh exploded in a serpent that reached past the tallest buildings, some greater, much greater version of a spine chain. A Dragon-Blooded, Fire anima burning about him, flew high, preparing the flight of the Brilliant Raptor... and as it goes, a creature of ashes flies past it, shattering the raptor into a rain of flame, and striking the fire aspect, going through him, spreading wings of eyes and gaping mouths which eagerly drink all of the fire.<br><br>"Seiryine, the Ashen Snake... they have brought Hekatonkires here..." Is all her companion says, "I will take her!" cutting the air into void towards Seiryine... below, another Dragn let out lighting, saving the first sorcerer. And Valencia fought.<br><br>The Acolyte, the Wretched, Day Caste Abyssal, touched the ground, sending what seemed like... a serpent of bone that traveled through the ground, leaving spikes of bone out... barely dodged by Valencia as they crashed through a statue, utterly shattering the stone as it raised, forming a macabre tree.<br><br>Valencia struck at the Abyssal woman, who disappeared, dodging the silver strikes, touching in the debris and jumping up, the strikes and dodges bringing both women higher and higher up...
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| − | '''Iselsis: ''' ''I am not too weak for this... This is what I trained for all my life. And. I. Am. Not. A. Kid! ''
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| − | Years of frustration, anxiety, frustration, fear of the unknown, the impending unknown that had ruled her entire life. Years of training, repressed emotions, anger, bitterness, hate, '''rage'''
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| − | They all coalesced in this very moment, in this slip of a girl, this... Windian black-ops. Part dragon, part windian, part demon, and yet none of all of these.
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| − | The winds start again, except not like ever before. She merges with them, with the flames of malfeas, with the aspect of the dragon of air, with the divine fury that her Master taught her so well. A hurricane forms around her, tearing open the thick layer of clouds above her, showing the clear moon's shape. The light hits her floating form, her consciousness no longer inside her body, it merely functioning as a focal point for the Caress of a Thousand Hells, the ultimate technique she had never used.
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| − | She channels this, her entire life worth of pent up emotions, all her essence, all into this single furious strike against the abyssal who was the current perceived cause of all her woes. The winds pick up, whipping around her, almost to the point of flaying skin off bone, but her sillhoutte floats serenely...
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| − | And then her eyes snap open, the fires of malfeas clear in them for the first time in her life, and not just for an instance, no... she claps her repeaters together, merging them into a single weapon with which to channel her divine and demonic fury.
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| − | And as she fires... no bullet appears. Merely the fire of the Caress of a Thousand Hells. From her body bursts a mockery of the dragon of air, horned and twisted into a demonic, shadowy shape of wind, and as both the dragon and the divine and demonic fire bear down upon the abyssal, perfectly balance between malfeas and yu-shan and drawing strength from both, time seems to stop...
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| − | '''''"TELL ME WHAT I AM! TELL MEEEEEEEE!" '''''
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| − | '''Acolyte of Violet Whispers: ''' She turns, and sees the demoness clad by moonlight.
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| − | There is recognition.<br>
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| − | She vanishes... but she has nowhere else to go under the moonlight, as it comes, burning a trail towards the Abyssal... she closes her eyes then, knowing fate came to her. And her anima spoke, even as her self was desperate. It spoke in whispers that were not her own.
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| − | ''You are a monster. ''
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| − | ''Same as your sister. ''
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| − | ''You are fire. You are silence. You are doom. ''
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| − | ''Doom of Windia, that is what you are. And nothing you do can change what you are. ''
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| − | The fire hits the Day Caste, wreathing her in it, sending her through a windmill, setting it aflame as well as the burning body falls, away from Iselsis' sight and the battle....
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| − | '''Iselsis: ''' And as suddenly as it came, the spectacle that may have stunned beings far more powerful than she could ever hope to become, it was gone again, the winds silent, the demonic dragon retreated to the inner core of her being, and the flame no longer dancing in her eyes. She swerves, catches herself, falters again, and finally slowly drifts to the ground, her body hanging limply from her wings as they carry her down.
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| − | And there she falls, down onto her hands and knees, hands pressed behind her head, tucked in against her chest.
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| − | She screams, she wails, the pain inside her heart finally overtaking her, leaving her only with the option of purging.
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| − | Tears mark paths down her soot covered cheeks as she sobs.
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| − | * There were hazards about her, but a cold, yet comfortable silver glow surrounded Iselsis, as the Silver Angel cut through any that would harm that Demon-Blood. Above, the stranger fought with an avatar of death. All around Iselsis, the earth trembled, the park shook... and with the death of the Abyssal, more and more the Windians pressed to victory.<br><br>And all around the crying Demoness, Windia was saved...<br><br>... and a long night drew to an end.
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