Fallenreaper

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Don't worry Ves, we don't either so you're not alone. >_>

Yoshua171 vs Fallenreaper

In Eden's Defense

The Middle shook his muzzle when his warning was ignored, his eyes stared at the back of the retreating man. In idle moments before the Right started to stir, a thought echoed in his head. Sa unsang paagi nga buang-buang sa usa ka mortal mahimo*... he thought as grief and bitterness washed over his portion of neck. He couldn't allow the human to live much longer in the Ruins of Eden. It was a place unfit for mortal ilk and now, by ignoring his warning, the man's fate was now determined: death. The Middle's eyes closed for a moment when he felt Right stir. The head's eyes snapped open and growled. The sound made a vibration rattle their core, causing the Middle to shift to his left and note the third head was still slumbering. Thankfully.

Anger, recklessness and youth emitted from the only 1,230 year old head filling their center with power. They were stronger now and Right knew it. The mortal would not be shown mercy now. A second longer he lingered on the left, then gazed into the man's walking direction. His eyes light died, falling asleep. Right took full control as the Middle head now lowered himself down next to the Left.

Eyes burned with bright yellow, his faced tightened. Fury burned in his core like a heat and pain that never stalled, making his body jerk into a flat out run. Again his body surged with a haze, smoke starting and blurring the outline once more. He poofed just a foot into the run, short of the man's position. A moment later, he re-materializing at the man's front as his fangs lounged at the stranger's right shoulder. Two tendrils snaked and stabbed downward, one at the chest and other into the knee. His tendrils seem darker and thicker then before.

^{* How foolish a mortal can be...}

Yoshua171 vs Fallenreaper

Unwanted Life

The Right snarled, his fangs flashed when the man moved. His eyes watched the footing as the human darted, weaved and minded his step while the earth crackled about his figure. Pieces shifted then fell, falling away to leave an abyss like cavern below. A place even he dare not go. His yellow eyes brightened in anger while the tendril raised before it shoved down. It aimed at the man's chest and fixed on ending his life. Adrenaline and anger fed the Right's actions, driving in like a bard whip under his granite like skin. His legs were spread apart as his claws dug in, his body braced when his tendril missed its mark.

The human had already ducked forward, setting his body into a forward roll, then used the attack's momentum to hasten him along. The man was there one moment then skirted under his body the next. His head jerked down only to miss by several critical moments. Heat tapped his underbelly. It flared and sting, burning what could be considered flesh quickly. His nostrils smelt the sulfur and tar like odor. His black skin grayed on touch while the essence within seemed to be swallowed by the flame inside. The red, orange and yellow danced up his torso and spread like a cherry cigarette tip. An ash statue of Jackels stood for several moments. His right head held where his jaws snapped while his middle stared at the left still slumbering. In moments, the image flaked then crumbled into ashes.

Eden stood still. Silent and quiet, before the plants shifted to break the noiseless scene. Earth cracked and fragmented, slates of ground rumbled and shifted again, while dust softly clouded the air in swirling patterns. Their invisible hands reaching to gather the ashes. Higher and higher, piling the essence now broken Jackels feels the sensation of their body being pull back together. Thin lines reach thread back what was destroyed as the Middle is the first to open his eyes. His eyes shift to the Left, unfazed by their destruction, then back to the human.

His voice was steady and calm, “Kini nga dapit nga dili gusto nga ikaw dinji , karon mobiya.”

^{*-This place doesn't want you here, now leave.}

Yoshua171 vs Fallenreaper

A Warden's Response

Jackels felt the tendril snared, his middle head snapped to the side, viewing the man there. The intruder had managed to side roll and now grasped it. The tip wiggled and thrived like a living thing before fire seemed to crawl up its length. Faster and faster the flame raced, making his nerves a lite with pain, causing the beast to snarl deeper. His body tensed at the tendril's base and in the eden's peace, there came the sound of shattering glass. Shards and more granite like flesh crumbled off nearest the brute's body when the beast jerked and quickly detached the organ. It fell then quickly burned into ashes like the tip of a cigarette.

Where his tendril once laid, now was a stump. His yellow core flashed in anger as his right head jerked about, facing the stranger. It took control of their body, it's eyes brightest of the three with the left still resting against the chest. His paw had already smacked into the ground leaving the earth darker then before with soil, plant and more displaced in his strength. The earth cracked and fissures started to spider web outward about three meters. Jackels lifted his paw from where he slammed down, an impression left behind.

Jackels Right Head didn't wait for the dust to clear. He moved as his body shifted again, his legs moved as another tendril stretched and slashed down at his left. Another buried itself into the ground where its essence spread and flowed. The ground rumbled slightly when he dug it in deeper causing the earth to cry and weep, its sounds rumbling through the ruins. To the man's right the ground crumbled and level down, seeming pushed down by an invisible hand as it split and cracked in similar fashion to where his paws smacked. If he didn't move the ground would swallow him up.

Yoshua171 vs Fallenreaper

First Strike

Every piece of this area was connected to him as much as he to it. It was a line drawn at birth. Older then even he could recall and set by a higher power, a power which demanded respect and shadowed his own in comparison. It was to this power he answered to. To guard and kill all those foolish to wander here, a command he couldn't disobey even if he wanted to. This was his purpose.

Jackels could sense the movement's source drawing closer before the man appeared. Each step was thundering in his core raising from his paws to his center, registering in his mind for a moment. The information was completed when he finally turned to the man approaching his ruined eden.
Jackels stared.

His middle head still facing froward and narrowed on the stranger trespassing into his territory as his breathing remain steady, studying the man. There was idle curiosity in the fact a human would be found in his domain, let alone hell itself, and survive this long. This caused a stir inside him. The left flinched yet reminded still, lost in slept, while the right jerked briefly to see the trespasser approach. Taking in the image, it returned to the rear as if waiting for something. Tendrils on Jackels' back however started to spasm in excitement, twisting and turning in many direction, reaching the air in motions suited to catch unseen organisms through there wasn't any to be found.

He listened to the chant though no surprise seemed to seep into his muzzle. No words seemed to pierce the air as without warning, his muzzle started to twist into a snarl. Muscles coiled and paws started forward, first his left then right, his body snapped into a quickly escalating run on seeing the man about foot into his domain. He never left a single print when he flashed into an all out rush at his target cutting the distance within a few seconds.

Sulfur and smoke wafted off his figure, building and gathering giving him a less solid with each step. His path seemed intent on a head on collision until... he vanished. A split moment before he impacted, his body seemed to fall apart becoming a cloud of dark, thick gas. It swirled around the human's figure in an attempt to blind him. Slowly a darker and more solid shape emerged through the smoke. Appearing to have regathered on the rear side, Jackels solid form appeared this time when one of his tendrils aimed for the man's legs at the knee cap if the man was still there.

Essence of the World: The New Age [CLOSED]

@Ganryu You need an adult too? Fallen dragged me here haha Sorta, I kinda asked for a good group sooo >.>

@May

I always drag people in, can't you tell?

The Aesteria Chronicles

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@vietmyke

It was sarcasm. :P

The Aesteria Chronicles

Helen and Adonai

Helen's eyes widened, frozen and stun in place when the Ice spirit's arms shot down. An image of her past flashed when she considered her life might've ended there. Her childhood with Eli, her younger brother, and their family's spirits. Ignis' pact and her uncle's betrayal, her body broken and injured in more ways then one. Blood, metal and war during her enlistment. Even Adonai;s craziness over their airship, fights which ended in passionate nights. All bitter and sweet swam in her eyes, making her angry it had to end here.

A barrier sudden appeared between her and the point. The ice crashed into it but seemed only partly affected, the point digging in farther to impale the doctor. Several shots from Adonai's pistol suddenly found themselves into the Ice Spirit sending many chips flying off its form and onto the floor. It still didn't seem to faze it. The being just pushed more, determined to end the doctor, as it tried to break through the barrier.

Ignis arrived just in the nick of time when it seemed the barrier might've not been enough.

His voice roared and rammed his fire coated body into the Ice Spirit, sending it to its side. The chill of the spear point clipped her ear sending her hand upright and note the sensation of blood on her hand. The Ice Spirit withered as her mind thought of Ignis. Panic and worry flooded her mind, her voice immediately shouted his name. “Ignis!”

Even if she knew he was no danger of dying, she still held deep affection for the mischievous spirit despite his ability to be a pain in her skirts.

Meanwhile, the others were confronting the other clones easily as they battled and tried to hold their own. It seemed Walkins were coming out of the wood works faster than they could end up destroying them making the scene rather chaotic in nature. It wasn't until one of the clones were near did something horrible happen. Her arms had been wrapped tightly about the two youngsters, shielding them, before she felt the girl suddenly ripped away. Her head jerked in terror, twisting into anger when she saw the bastard pull the child near him, his hand threatening rip a fistful in his snatch. Her instincts stirred when her body moved to stop him.

Adonai quickly put a hand across her to stop her from leaping after the girl. He wanted to stop the Walkins too, but he wanted Helen to stay alive more. “Helen. You can't take him. We’ll get the girl back as soon as we can, but you won’t be of any help to her dead.” The goodness in her heart sometimes stopped his wife from thinking before rushing to help someone. It was annoying, but it was also one of the reasons he loved her.

”Adonai, please he’ll kill her!”Helen her eyes wide and shock, filled with fear as she struggled to break loose only to settle at his logic. Her attention focused on her husband that she didn’t count on what happened next.

The boy, naturally, had reacted the same as her. Before she could tighten her grip and stop him, the boy shot off too with a shout and snarl. He tossed himself at the man, his hand reached for a knife behind the counter and tried to stab him. It was pointless as the man shoved him away then pointed his revolver. Helen's eyes widened, her voice screamed loudly while the gun's bang echoed in her ears. The boy looked stun for a moment when he stumbled back. The girl screamed though Walkin's grip held fast, his figure jerking her away.

Helen's body shook. Not just on the outside but deep within her core, her breathing hard and deep until nothing could seem to stop her. The shot looked like it should've hit him dead in the chest, killing him instantly at first. Unknown to Helen, the boy's clothes had been possessed by Harvey and jerked clear, the bullet piercing the kid's shoulder instead. Unaware of what was happening to Walkins, Helen had made her way to Pierce where her trembling hands started to stopper the blood. It bled worse than it looked though the fact it was a child did nothing to calm her. A wounded adult was one thing, but a child was a completely different one.

“Adonai, get my bag now!” Helen shouted, her hands were already stained red while she forced her mind into her task. Calm... calm down damn it, she scolded herself softly though her body failed to listen.

Adonai holstered his empty pistol quickly - it was empty anyway, and grabbed the bag. He had it to Helen quickly, and noticed the boys wound. It made him queasy to see a child shot like that. Even the worst air-pirates weren’t that brutal. “He’ll be alright Helen. If anyone can save him it's you. I believe in you. Just focus.”

Helen nodded though her skin looked paler by the second as she worked on the boy.

Nahor and Sira

When Walkins grabbed the girl, two spirits reacted while Helen was distracted. Nahor, despite his more simple minded he had a fondness for Ignis since both had similar elements. Without thinking twice the horse braced himself and mouth opened, heat gathering as moments later he used Geyser. Water, hot and steamy, rushed forward at the Ice spirit giving Ignis something to draw from.

Just before Eli tackled Walkins to the ground, a flash and claws found themselves in Walkin’s hand. Sira's sudden hiss and yowl was all that told the summon the cause of his pain. The tom's body quickly landed in the girl and would likely knock her down, tossing them both out from harm's way. When they hit the ground, the child might note a slight rumbling purr coming from Sira's throat followed by a gentle meow. His head rubbed softly on her head trying to get her attention. Even in the midst of combat, the tom cat was a loving bastard at least.

The Aesteria Chronicles

I would comment on this at length, but WiFi currently costs $16 a night right now.. So...

@vietmyke

Oh lovely, that's just wonderful isn't it?

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

The unfortunate part is they are handling her very, very badly. She's sick, angry, tired, and paranoid, even moreso with the threat of Lyn's demise constantly looming over her head. The fact that because of her actions Lyn nearly died twice is causing her extreme anguish, especially since the second one would have been by her own hand. Meanwhile, the knowledge that Lyn thinks it's all her fault is hurting her greatly. Add to that the massive Psychic shock throwing her already questionable sanity into more chaos than usual. To be called out on her failings before they are out of danger will probably deepen her despair to such a level that she effectively cracks under the pressure, leaving her compliant, sure, but useless and worst of all, suicidal.

Not that she shouldn't be made to account for her shitty decisions. There just might be a better time.

@Freeshooter92

Alright, question. Would solving any of these problems help at all to make addressing issues less severe?

Lyn~ From your last post my impression was that Alaira didn't understand that Lyn thought she hurt Alaira, merely that she felt it was her fault, which means she can't explain what happened completely with signs. You can only say so much with signs. Maybe Ssarak could possibly help with that as he could translate Lyn's thoughts to words to what exactly she is thinking then help fill the gaps. Lyn can understand if she's told what actually hurt Alaira instead just told it's not her fault. She needs something else to explain why Alaira reacted like that because without that, the only reason Lyn can come up with is her self.

Sickness~ If this is blood sickness, this will go away by morning as long as she doesn't use anymore magic. It just means her arcanite is low and needs recharge which as time goes on, it will replenish itself. So a time skip to morning will be helpful in eliminating that though I suggest she takes it easy on the magic some. :P

Tried & Angry~ Tired will also be gone by morning as nothing happens farther and the fact there's a fire will help. As for Angry, best Lyn can do is try to snuggle and cuddle Alaira to make her less moody before the chat with the other two. Also, would keeping Lyn where Alaira could see her help in soothing over Alaira's anger over the chat?