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Jul 3, 2010 0:57:13 GMT -5
Post by Juniper on Jul 3, 2010 0:57:13 GMT -5
Zell heard them muttering as she ran out, turning the corner, and running up to what seemed to be the front door of the mansion. She didn't care what was going on in there or who was doing it. She knocked ever so loudly on the door, hoping to wake up anyone if they were asleep. Minutes late, a man opened the door, a sarcastic and annoyed grimace on his chiseled features. He was obviously old, yes, but retained a young beauty. Zell was struck dumb for a moment. "Yeees?" He asked, grasping his head and letting out the word in a deep sigh. "Er, um, package, uh, for um, Evania Bricer?" Zell peered over her shoulder, hoping nobody followed her. He frowned. "You woke me up for a PACKAGE?" He roared. Zell flinched back. "It's very important!" She yelled back, looking over her shoulder once more. "Fine, come in, make yourself comfortable." He gestured to a seat and ushered her in. She could do nothing but oblige. He disappeared into a small room, leaving the front door wide open.
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Jul 3, 2010 1:31:25 GMT -5
Post by Gi on Jul 3, 2010 1:31:25 GMT -5
He looked at the fire heir, "she seems to be, i'll grab her before you torch the place." He smiled, "I expect nothing to remain but ashes."
In the distance, he could here voices raised, and he started twitching, "She's gonna kill us all at this rate, you go raise hell, i'll go get her."
At that, he went after her, following carefully, keeping to the shadows.
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Jul 3, 2010 2:06:46 GMT -5
Post by Calyx on Jul 3, 2010 2:06:46 GMT -5
Skailer watched him go for a moment, his feet rooted to the ground. But as Raven's words took meaning in his head, a wild grin broke across his face. Whoever this stranger was, he sure knew how to get a response out of the hothead.
Skailer turned on his heel, his eyes gleaming in the pale moonlight, and he stalked, catlike, towards the guardhouse, which was loud and cheery. Without even bothering to draw his swords, he kicked open the door, and received an array of upturned and shocked faces. Skailer smiled, showing his teeth, and waved.
"Yo!"
And with that, all hell broke loose.
The guards clambered to retrieve their swords, which they had propped up on the opposite wall, shouting, all quickly sobered by the single figure in the doorway. Skailer laughed and stalked into the room, scanning the mass of bodies. He estimated about a hundred and twenty in this room. That meant there were some in the other building. Oh well. He'd just have to head over after he was done there.
A burly man with his armor half hanging off rushed him, blade swinging. Easily, Skailer sidestepped, spinning and kicking the man in the back. He went sprawling, cursing all the way. "Intruder!" he shouted, and a smaller man rushed towards the alarm, aiming to set it off.
"Nuh uh," Skailer said with a short chortle. He raised his hand, and sent a powerful burst of flame at the man, who lit up like a firework and screamed, rolling on the ground clutching his skin. There was silence from the other guards who stared in shock at the rolling soon-to-be corpse.
"Well?" Sky asked. "Who wants to play?"
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Skailer walked through the embers, watching the wood crumble around the last small group of men. Their eyes were enourmous, terror and intense heat bringing tears swelling into their eyes. Each had tried to say something, but were all unable to choke out a word.
Except for one.
"Who- What the hell are you?! You demon!"
Sky laughed, throwing his head back as he did so, enjoying the sound rolling with the crackle of flames. "Demon? I'm just me!"
He put his hands together out in front of him, thumb touching thumb, and let out a long explosion of fire.
It was only a matter of moments before the group of men were all charred bones.
Skailer ignored the smell of burnt flesh that touched his nose, and walked out of the burning building just as it collapsed into a black and red heap behind him.
His fun had not gone unnoticed, and he could hear the shouts of the other guards as they drew closer around the building. Sky chuckled to himself, and leaned against a tree in wait.
The flames had carried on the wind, attaching their warm fingers onto the roof of the main building. Skailer blinked, and looked up towards the enourmous wall.
"Aspen? Yo is that you?"
A slight shape leaned down over the wall, white teeth gleaming against pale skin.
"You've been busy Sky... What did those poor bastards ever do to you?"
A small girl jumped down from the wall, her blond hair streaming down behind her. She landed lightly on her feet, and brushed off her clothes. "Your charcoal is gonna get my shirt dirty," she pouted, but laughed like a bell, and latched herself around Skailer's neck. "What took you so long?"
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Jul 3, 2010 2:29:16 GMT -5
Post by Juniper on Jul 3, 2010 2:29:16 GMT -5
Hmm, the man must be a lot older than he seems, for leaving the door open was a total bitch move, Zell thought, scratching at her mark. It always itched for some reason, especially recently. The man reappeared minutes later, holding an elegantly wrapped package and another small bag that made her mouth water. "For your travels, I know she lives far away." He said, thrusting the bag towards her. She took it daintily, she would dispose of it later. He handed her the package, she placed it in her lap. The man's face broke out into a wide, crooked grin. "Well, my darling, it seems it's time for you to go!" She cocked an eyebrow, and stood up, turning around and gathering herself to leave. In a flash, a black shadow covered her peripheral vision, something furry, and small. It latched onto her face, biting and tearing away flesh. Zell screamed in agony. She felt a cool hand slide down her pocket, removing the small vile which she cherished so dearly. "A drop will be enough." and he uncapped the vile with a slight pop. He grabbed her mouth, opening it, and shooed whatever was on her face off. She felt it sting, and then the old man tipped a drop into her mouth. She knew that a drop wouldn't hurt her too bad, but he didn't. Her knees buckled, though, and she felt the man slip the vile back into her pocket just as she fell to the floor. The last thing she saw was him sneering. "Foolish girl, I could have just gotten a guard to take the package." he kicked her, and she flinched, he kicked her once more and she tumbled through the doorframe into the bushes before the mansion. She heard him slam the door shut and she blacked out.
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Jul 3, 2010 2:30:25 GMT -5
Post by Gi on Jul 3, 2010 2:30:25 GMT -5
Raven followed the voices to a door left open a crack, he peered in, watching as zee was kicked out the door, possibly poisoned. Anger coursed through his
He snuffed the lantern that had been lit, and when the man went to examine it, he ghosted in the door, and started sucking in the darkness causing the lamp to blaze in an explosive combustion, setting the wall on fire. "Hey, bro, the party starts now," raven said, faking a Russian accent, simply to amuse himself, his smile vanished, and his face turned grim, he drew his sword and walked forward, bending the dark around his face to make him look like death walking. He started murmuring something flowing and evil sounding, reveling in the fear the man felt. He backed into the wall, shrinking before Raven. He bowed down, really low, getting right in his face. "Boo," he whispered, opening his eyes wide, as if insane, and punched the guy through the wall
"Hey! Watch it raven! You're throwing ugly people at me again!" a girl shouted, her voice light and airy.
"Brookie!" Raven exclaimed, "Mind taking care of him?"
"Psh, thats all?" she retorted "I'm late to the party!"
"I have to take care of zee, shes been poisoned!" Raven said, picking her up, and disappearing into the darkness
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Jul 4, 2010 0:31:34 GMT -5
Post by Calyx on Jul 4, 2010 0:31:34 GMT -5
Skailer made a face, shrugging off Aspen with a quick jerky movement. "Leggo! And stand back---"
Aspen laughed heartily, her hands on her hips and her head thrown back. "Stand back?!" She cried incredulous, and broke into another fit of giggles. "Why would I do that?! And miss all the fun?" She pulled two enourmous fans from the sash at her waist and flicked them open daintily, batting her eyelashes at Sky. "You know, I waited at the base for two hours! You said you'd be there by eleven."
Skailer let out a low growl, and drew his swords, standing beside her. "Yeah yeah. I sorta got tied up."
"Tied up? You look like you're the one doing the tying. Well... In hypothetical terms... More... Scorching than tying."
Skailer let a small smile touch his lips, and he turned to face the fresh onslaught of guards. "Well, the dark-dude told me to raise hell. I was only happy to oblige." He swung his swords in a wide arc, and the metal twisted with the flame in such a way that a tiger of fire burst out of the silver and bit across the air toward the men. There were a few screams, and guards dove out of the way, sprawling face first against the ground.
"No fair!" Aspen pouted, and she swung her fans together in a spiral, letting out a ripping wind to toss the guards into the air. "You always get first hit! Count to three next time. One- t-"
Before she could finish the word two, Skailer let loose another wave of fire.
Aspen smacked him upside the head, and Sky glared at her.
"Hey!"
"Jerk..."
It was only a matter of minutes before the guards were demolished, and the fire was consuming the main building. "Damn," Skailer said, grinning happily. "I sure hope the girl got out safely!"
"Girl?! What girl? A rival?"
Skailer scoffed. "Rival to who? You?" He made a gagging face, and she scowled. "Ewww..."
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Jul 4, 2010 0:45:55 GMT -5
Post by Juniper on Jul 4, 2010 0:45:55 GMT -5
Oddly, her senses were alive. She couldn't hear, only muffled buzzing, though, and she couldn't see or taste. She could feel, though, and she could smell the earthy air around her. She could smell the ash and the rust-and-salt smell of blood off in the distance. She felt as a strong arm pulled her up from the ground, but she couldn't make a sound. Zell heard a voice, a more feminine one, but couldn't make out a word, just....buzzing. She felt herself become enclosed in darkness, and she smelt the dampness of it. She was thinking, I had to come, my aunt would have done the same...if I didn't come. She just didn't want to do it herself...that's why she gave me the poison... After that she was just thinking in short spurts of words. ALIVE FINE What...in...package... Will...live... She couldn't take it anymore! Knowing that she'll be fine, but not the person holding her, it was driving her mad. She tried to move, nothing, her muscles were stiff. She tried to make some sign that she was living, nothing...
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Jul 4, 2010 1:30:44 GMT -5
Post by Juniper on Jul 4, 2010 1:30:44 GMT -5
Heh, I got another character... I guess...
Name: North Carraway Element: Time Weapon: A long, curved sword that is thin and can slice through just about anything... It has two green gemstones on the handle, and a purple one in the middle, silver vines trailing up to make a beautiful design. Gender: All male, babah! (Mmm, hmm!) Age: Fifteen and a half, and don't forget the half part. Hair/Eye color: North has light blonde hair and eyes that seem to be purple, though whenever asked, he quickly answers they are blue, and it is just the light playing tricks on you. Height: 4'11" Oh, yes, he is very short... Personality: He is a calm kind of kid, always looking for adventure. He enjoys everyones company, and will stop at nothing to save people he calls friends, even if they don't repay the gesture. He loves to dance, and seems to do so as he walks. North has a strange obsession with squirrels and orange markers, so he always keeps one (a marker, that is) in his back pocket. He defaces many things, ranging from people to bathroom stall, but never writes or draws things that would make people too angry. He loves to draw. Looks: North has longish hair, which is wavy and shiny. It grows to above his shoulders and sort of curls around his ears. He is very short and hates when people remind him, but it helps him get out of tight situations at times. He is very thin, some may think he has an eating disorder, for they never actually see him eat. He usually wears t-shirts, all colors, all sizes and a pair of dark green jeans that are several sizes too large. If those are dirty he wears a pair of orange sweat pants. He has pale skin and his mark is located on the inside of his knee, so he hasn't really noticed it. He also wears a piece of purple and orange twine around his neck and a orange and green one around his wrist. _______________
North frowned, he loathed going to his grandpa's house. It was the only time he was unhappy. The only thing that made him happy there was all the squirrels, and when the deliverers came. They were always so nice, but the same one never came back twice--at least, he didn't think so. His mother smiled at him, "Don't worry, I'll only be gone for six days, you'll be fine, you're grandfather can't wait to see you!" She handed him his backpack and gave him a kiss on the forehead, ushering him out of the car. "You only have to walk half a mile; you know your grandfather doesn't like it when there are cars on his path. Just, go, and I'm sorry I had to bring you so late, I have to leave at five, though. Bye hon!" And she kissed him on the forehead. North didn't mind, he loved him mother, and got teased very often for being a 'mama's' boy. She climbed back into the drivers seat and drove off, leaving North alone on the road to his own personal hell. He walked for a while, but noticed a few orange squirrels, which distracted him. He was itching to pull out his sketchbook, but knew he didn't have enough time. Time, that was what he needed, more time... But he continued on, watching the shadows of the trees curve in over him. He heard the sound of ducks and crickets, but even more disturbing, moans. Agonizing ones at that. He was getting nervous, and extremely tired extremely fast. He guessed he would be to the house by 2:49 and into bet at around 3:02. He was always good at guessing the times. So, if it was around 2:46 right now, I should get there in...as he thought that, the path curved open and showed a large, ornate mansion. He was frightened and dumbstruck, because right beside that was the charred remains of what seemed to be the watch tower.
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Jul 4, 2010 2:35:08 GMT -5
Post by Calyx on Jul 4, 2010 2:35:08 GMT -5
Ooc:// >.< "All male, babah! (Mmm, hmm!)"
I nearly fell out of my chair laughing..... XD
I'll reply en le matin!!!
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Jul 4, 2010 13:46:48 GMT -5
Post by Pockythief on Jul 4, 2010 13:46:48 GMT -5
ooc// you're so mean Skailer...and I can't rally think of a way to weasel myself in just yet..I think I'll wait, too many people storming the castle.
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Jul 5, 2010 12:03:27 GMT -5
Post by Gi on Jul 5, 2010 12:03:27 GMT -5
Raven talked quietly to the girl in his arms, sweating and trying to show him she was still alive, "it's alright," he whispered, he needed a safe place to drop her off before he went back, but she was in no condition to direct him to anywhere safe.
"My you are trouble," he murmurs under his breath
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Jul 5, 2010 12:08:29 GMT -5
Post by Gi on Jul 5, 2010 12:08:29 GMT -5
ooc:// Sorry it took me so long to reply, a lot has happened, saturday my power was out most of the evening and night, till about 2ish in the morning, and then yesterday i went to greely to see fireworks, but was rained into one of the carnival rides with a bunch of other people, waiting for the rain to stop.
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Jul 7, 2010 22:53:24 GMT -5
Post by Marshall on Jul 7, 2010 22:53:24 GMT -5
(( o3o Can I jooiin? ))
Name: Ryland Merle Corrigan Element: Combustion Weapon: Pretty halberd, with some nice combustable designs etched into the pole. Gender: Male Age: Sixteen Hair/Eye Color: Really really red. Almost orange./Murky blue. Height: 5'9" Personality: Ryland is usually fairly kind and gentle. Although he seems to have a long fuse, he can be unpredictable and nearly unstable at times. Otherwise, he's very good-natured, although perhaps a little withdrawn, maybe insecure. He has a great deal of trouble controlling his powers, and is easily frustrated by this. He worries about anyone near to him excessively, as he's quite afraid of losing people. Looks: He's pretty lanky, almost scrawny. He's got fair skin, with nearly a sickly pallor to it. His hair is curly, and getting a little too long- he's been deprived of opportunities for haircuts recently. He's usually wrapped up in a longish white coat, with dark clothes underneath. His face still looks pretty boyish, and surprisingly soft considering his inherently destructive power. His hands are constantly wrapped up in bandages, stemming from his lack of control of his power. His mark is located on the side of his neck.
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Jul 7, 2010 23:12:29 GMT -5
Post by Juniper on Jul 7, 2010 23:12:29 GMT -5
Really? Are any of you ever going to post? I can't post until someone else posts a story part!!!! Seriously, someone add on to the story, fast! Oh, and 'marshal' you were supposed to do so. Just add something.
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Jul 8, 2010 1:46:36 GMT -5
Post by Marshall on Jul 8, 2010 1:46:36 GMT -5
(( Just wanted to make sure that my bio was acceptable before I went ahead and jumped in <3. But I'll post in a moment. ))
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