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Quick question, Mayhiro. Can Jeanne hear the second voice? ._.?
@Feisty-Pants
You'll see soon enough, I'm enjoying this fight see so many swords makes me envious of you Feisty~
But aren't you taking it a little to far with ashbringer?
I'll have a post when it's morning here~
I have much to think about :)
._.
She can summon up to ~250-ish swords with relative ease. 300 is pushing it. It's not like Equip-Magic, it's one of her unique methods.
Not really no. It's only going for him, nothing else around them, as said in the post. She has exquisite amounts of control of her Magic.
Jeanne - That Which Pursues Darkness
An abominable darkness rose up and devoured the shards that pursued Sage, and she allowed it. He swung wildly about him with his swords as two broke into his flesh, shattering the others into scattered, flickering dust, and she did not resist it. Could she have? Most certainly, but for the moment she would allow the devil slayer to play by his rules for a moment. She wished to see what he was capable of, and what he was incapable of.
Like a balloon that had been pierced by a needle, the consuming void erupted and sent shrapnel flying about. It took only a flicker of her will, and the pointed edges collided against a freshly conjured wall of blades as a long-sword smoothly grew in her grasp.
Needless to say, it was intriguing to watch the boy.
The shield of blades in front of her then broke, separating and swirling about Jeanne through the air as she remained silently observant. Ever studious of his poise and stance, he kept his distance, he stood far away from her as if such a distance would be his salvation. All the while, the diamond glowering dust of shattered swords created an eerie luminous light that was so fickle akin to a candle's glow about them. Beautiful but eerie, the Devil Slayer would hear whispers upon the air. Thousands of tiny, minuscule whispers, hints of voices upon the air that spoke an unknown, ancient tongue.
Patience was a virtue of hers, and she waited. The blade in her grasp flickered, and then it took upon a more rigid state. Two dozen blades that circled about her similarly grew into a more solidified sense. There would be no breaking of these swords, each were stronger than the mightiest steel. Each would not be squelched by the shadow.
Taking her long-sword into the grasp of both her hands, Jeanne mutely rose the flat of the blade so that it kissed her nose. It was a salute, a noble, oft'-forgotten tradition of ages past that one would do if they believed they were against an opponent of worth. Like liquid fire, the blades split, merged and reformed about her until there was only eight of them. Four on each side of her, all pointed towards the heavens in solemn purpose.
Yet there would be no mercy.
One moment he glanced down to pull the blades of fire from his flesh, he next second he would look up to see his adversary, the Archangel would be upon him. With eight blades of rigidly hardened light that screamed through the air towards him in unison from eight different directions, the most frightening thought was not necessarily even that of the blades. It was the closed state of her helm. Eyelets of abysmal black wept tears of obsidian trails down reflective silver cheeks as the blade was brought down from on high.
With might beyond might that brought the blade down towards Sage's skull from the heavens, even if the blade came close it would erupt outward in a blast of Light that threatened to sear and burn any that remained even remotely close. If not critically injuring him, it would undoubtedly force the boy back; and there would be absolutely no relent on the Archangel's part. Continually she would surge towards him, unendingly on the offensive as blades constantly circled about them both, seizing windows of opportunity and easily parrying and striking aside any counter he might attempt to throw against her.
A final horizontal strike with this assault threatened to cleave the boy in half, and within the space of time that it might take one to process even a thought, it was swept upward vertically. Each blow would rupture the very air with explosive light, as Sage would have begun to notice something even more eerie than before.
The thousands of wisps caused by the shattering of her swords would have begun to disappear each time the blade passed through the air. They curved and moved towards the long-sword that Jeanne held in her grasp. With each tiny partition, each blast that erupted forth with the sweep of her blade grew in ferocity and tenacity. Each of the eight blades similarly grew in size, speed, and ferocity. As the last flickers were consumed by her light once again, the blade she held grew in width until it became a blade he had only seen once before in Augustine.
The Ashbringer.
Only a few feet away from him, Jeanne's blade swept horizontally across. And a massive wave of utterly destructive force erupted outward that threatened to rend Sage into little more than Ash. So great was her control so precise was her actions that the trees, the flowers, even the blades of grass would be unharmed by this eruption.
Only Sage would be.
@Akashi Mayhiro
An abominable darkness rose up and devoured the shards that pursued Sage, and she allowed it. He swung wildly about him with his swords as two broke into his flesh, shattering the others into scattered, flickering dust, and she did not resist it. Could she have? Most certainly, but for the moment she would allow the devil slayer to play by his rules for a moment. She wished to see what he was capable of, and what he was incapable of.
Like a balloon that had been pierced by a needle, the consuming void erupted and sent shrapnel flying about. It took only a flicker of her will, and the pointed edges collided against a freshly conjured wall of blades as a long-sword smoothly grew in her grasp.
Needless to say, it was intriguing to watch the boy.
The shield of blades in front of her then broke, separating and swirling about Jeanne through the air as she remained silently observant. Ever studious of his poise and stance, he kept his distance, he stood far away from her as if such a distance would be his salvation. All the while, the diamond glowering dust of shattered swords created an eerie luminous light that was so fickle akin to a candle's glow about them. Beautiful but eerie, the Devil Slayer would hear whispers upon the air. Thousands of tiny, minuscule whispers, hints of voices upon the air that spoke an unknown, ancient tongue.
Patience was a virtue of hers, and she waited. The blade in her grasp flickered, and then it took upon a more rigid state. Two dozen blades that circled about her similarly grew into a more solidified sense. There would be no breaking of these swords, each were stronger than the mightiest steel. Each would not be squelched by the shadow.
Taking her long-sword into the grasp of both her hands, Jeanne mutely rose the flat of the blade so that it kissed her nose. It was a salute, a noble, oft'-forgotten tradition of ages past that one would do if they believed they were against an opponent of worth. Like liquid fire, the blades split, merged and reformed about her until there was only eight of them. Four on each side of her, all pointed towards the heavens in solemn purpose.
Yet there would be no mercy.
One moment he glanced down to pull the blades of fire from his flesh, he next second he would look up to see his adversary, the Archangel would be upon him. With eight blades of rigidly hardened light that screamed through the air towards him in unison from eight different directions, the most frightening thought was not necessarily even that of the blades. It was the closed state of her helm. Eyelets of abysmal black wept tears of obsidian trails down reflective silver cheeks as the blade was brought down from on high.
With might beyond might that brought the blade down towards Sage's skull from the heavens, even if the blade came close it would erupt outward in a blast of Light that threatened to sear and burn any that remained even remotely close. If not critically injuring him, it would undoubtedly force the boy back; and there would be absolutely no relent on the Archangel's part. Continually she would surge towards him, unendingly on the offensive as blades constantly circled about them both, seizing windows of opportunity and easily parrying and striking aside any counter he might attempt to throw against her.
A final horizontal strike with this assault threatened to cleave the boy in half, and within the space of time that it might take one to process even a thought, it was swept upward vertically. Each blow would rupture the very air with explosive light, as Sage would have begun to notice something even more eerie than before.
The thousands of wisps caused by the shattering of her swords would have begun to disappear each time the blade passed through the air. They curved and moved towards the long-sword that Jeanne held in her grasp. With each tiny partition, each blast that erupted forth with the sweep of her blade grew in ferocity and tenacity. Each of the eight blades similarly grew in size, speed, and ferocity. As the last flickers were consumed by her light once again, the blade she held grew in width until it became a blade he had only seen once before in Augustine.
The Ashbringer.
Only a few feet away from him, Jeanne's blade swept horizontally across. And a massive wave of utterly destructive force erupted outward that threatened to rend Sage into little more than Ash. So great was her control so precise was her actions that the trees, the flowers, even the blades of grass would be unharmed by this eruption.
Only Sage would be.
@Akashi Mayhiro
@Akashi Mayhiro Then get ready for Matty! >:D
...how...how badly does Matty wish to die?
-Waits for Lmpkio to post. Accidentally refreshed and overrode her post anyway.- @.@
Anyone want to meet up with a now enhanced Kuroku? A-anybody?
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Jeanne - Heaven and Hell
Onward the Archangel observed the boy as he drew his weapons. Curved blades reminiscent of the exotic of the Orient that contrasted so greatly from the European style of her own. Curiously she watched as he assumed a defensive, and she remained statuesque as her eyes closely studied his poise. His normal state was simple enough, she the Angel sought to urge the Demon to come out and greet her.
"Cowering in the dark. I see you." Jeanne ominously began at first, while the two dozen flickering blades rotated about the two of them. "I will make you rise, or you will lose your host."
Did she really intend to kill the boy?
At least for the moment, it was a very convincing act.
With her open hand extended out towards Sage, her fingertips would suddenly close as of the sound of shattering glass announced the demise of four blades. She had shattered them, breaking them into thousands of tiny shards. Some so tiny that the light of day barely caught them as from four separate polar directions as they moved with her thoughts, her will. From his right, his left, behind and in front, blinding white fire threatened to consume him.
With blinding speed, the thousands of tiny flames burned through the air towards the Devil Slayer. Miniscule razorblades closed upon Sage like a oncoming storm that was the Wrath of God. Locusts to fields of wheat, they would slice through armor, steel, flesh, and bone with merciless ease.
That is if he lacked the wit to remove himself from such danger. Even then, twenty-strong blades still circled about him in the air; waiting for the opportune moment to seize his blood upon their edge.
@Akashi Mayhiro
Onward the Archangel observed the boy as he drew his weapons. Curved blades reminiscent of the exotic of the Orient that contrasted so greatly from the European style of her own. Curiously she watched as he assumed a defensive, and she remained statuesque as her eyes closely studied his poise. His normal state was simple enough, she the Angel sought to urge the Demon to come out and greet her.
"Cowering in the dark. I see you." Jeanne ominously began at first, while the two dozen flickering blades rotated about the two of them. "I will make you rise, or you will lose your host."
Did she really intend to kill the boy?
At least for the moment, it was a very convincing act.
With her open hand extended out towards Sage, her fingertips would suddenly close as of the sound of shattering glass announced the demise of four blades. She had shattered them, breaking them into thousands of tiny shards. Some so tiny that the light of day barely caught them as from four separate polar directions as they moved with her thoughts, her will. From his right, his left, behind and in front, blinding white fire threatened to consume him.
With blinding speed, the thousands of tiny flames burned through the air towards the Devil Slayer. Miniscule razorblades closed upon Sage like a oncoming storm that was the Wrath of God. Locusts to fields of wheat, they would slice through armor, steel, flesh, and bone with merciless ease.
That is if he lacked the wit to remove himself from such danger. Even then, twenty-strong blades still circled about him in the air; waiting for the opportune moment to seize his blood upon their edge.
@Akashi Mayhiro
<Snipped quote by Feisty-Pants>
Uh huh......
I wasn't talking about Jeanne here.....
Sage is obedient....most of the time.
I'm basically playing follow the leader with you.
Ahh, okay. Let the games begin then.
Jeanne - Big...Sister?
Sage's reveal of what he had become began to unveil precisely why he had done back in Valdosta left little impression upon Jeanne. Rather, it left a sense of disgust. He was a developed magi, there was little to no excuse for assaulting a comrade in arms like he had done.
Magic was under the conscious control of its owner, at least for the most part. In the end the fact that he had let the Darkness consume him meant not only was the Devil Slayer Magic volatile, but it also meant he lacked the will and constitution to properly control it. If she had half the mind to act properly in accordance to how she actually should, the Archangel fought the urge to simply execute the boy on the spot and instead of risking other lives.
There was a terrifying darkness that lay underneath the boy's surface, and it was soon revealed that the Master intended that she would be the one to bear the burden.
The burden to rein in and teach him how to properly control the madness within him.
"As you wish, Guildmaster." She replied quietly, as thin lines of pure light traced across her form to take the shape of a lighter form of her armor. A simple breastplate, light bracers, plated skirt, and shin-guards of luminous ivory took their place upon her figure as the golden hues extended outward to create a light sapphire skirt embroidered with hints of gold beneath it.
"Boy. With me then. We are going for an afternoon stroll." The Archangel ordered, turning upon the plated heel of her boot and sauntering with a casual stride. Externally, she was placid; internally, an intense spitefulness remained quieted within the seemingly peaceful serenity of her soul.
If this boy's idiocy and inability to maintain control squelched her ability to participate in the Grand Magic Games, there would be no forgiveness. She had been one of the driving forces in protecting Lamia Scale's title for the past half a decade; a key instrument in their victories. If it all transpired so that she would not be able to partake, it would be of great detriment to Lamia.
Quietly she walked, her personality seemingly more calm than the stillest pond one finds in fables. Meandering first through a marketplace, buying an assortment of freshly cut fruits through the gathered rabble of merchants and the like. Not a word was uttered as the merchant smiled brilliantly upon her arrival, appreciatively shook her hand, and of course accepted the funds she provided.
Next then was a Baker, of whom she bought a freshly baked loaf of good sourdough bread.
As she walked, some of the people parted. Bowing their heads in respect as she regally strode across the cobblestone walkway. While she continued to move, she headed towards the outskirts of the city out towards the open plains. There, free of any thought of risking collateral and unnecessary damage, the Archangel turned and faced Sage.
"Do you know the purpose of Lamia Scale, boy?" She inquired softly, even though her voice spoke with such distinction and purpose. "It is to help and protect the people. It is not for fame nor for fortune, it is for the greater good in this world. To ease the suffering of those who are undeserving of it.
"Destroying Valdosta displayed your clear lack of such a mindset." The Archangel continued, wings of purest light slowly grew from her shoulder blades then; so long did they flow outward that they did not stop until they brushed against the tips of the tall grass.
"Control. Focus. Discipline. All three are things you shall learn here. Or you will die trying. Do you understand? I will be the one that measures your worthiness to Lamia Scale no less; fail me, and you will be removed as a member faster than you can blink." Her fingertips rose so that her gauntlet armored hand faced him, and the closed fist opened for a beautiful effect.
Around them both grew and flickered two-dozen blades of light and searing flame.
"You tried to remove my head from my shoulders in Valdosta, and you failed. The being within you lacks the control that you yourself do not possess. Attack me with the fullest of your might to allow me to gain measure of what you can currently do. Both of you."
Sage's reveal of what he had become began to unveil precisely why he had done back in Valdosta left little impression upon Jeanne. Rather, it left a sense of disgust. He was a developed magi, there was little to no excuse for assaulting a comrade in arms like he had done.
Magic was under the conscious control of its owner, at least for the most part. In the end the fact that he had let the Darkness consume him meant not only was the Devil Slayer Magic volatile, but it also meant he lacked the will and constitution to properly control it. If she had half the mind to act properly in accordance to how she actually should, the Archangel fought the urge to simply execute the boy on the spot and instead of risking other lives.
There was a terrifying darkness that lay underneath the boy's surface, and it was soon revealed that the Master intended that she would be the one to bear the burden.
The burden to rein in and teach him how to properly control the madness within him.
"As you wish, Guildmaster." She replied quietly, as thin lines of pure light traced across her form to take the shape of a lighter form of her armor. A simple breastplate, light bracers, plated skirt, and shin-guards of luminous ivory took their place upon her figure as the golden hues extended outward to create a light sapphire skirt embroidered with hints of gold beneath it.
"Boy. With me then. We are going for an afternoon stroll." The Archangel ordered, turning upon the plated heel of her boot and sauntering with a casual stride. Externally, she was placid; internally, an intense spitefulness remained quieted within the seemingly peaceful serenity of her soul.
If this boy's idiocy and inability to maintain control squelched her ability to participate in the Grand Magic Games, there would be no forgiveness. She had been one of the driving forces in protecting Lamia Scale's title for the past half a decade; a key instrument in their victories. If it all transpired so that she would not be able to partake, it would be of great detriment to Lamia.
Quietly she walked, her personality seemingly more calm than the stillest pond one finds in fables. Meandering first through a marketplace, buying an assortment of freshly cut fruits through the gathered rabble of merchants and the like. Not a word was uttered as the merchant smiled brilliantly upon her arrival, appreciatively shook her hand, and of course accepted the funds she provided.
Next then was a Baker, of whom she bought a freshly baked loaf of good sourdough bread.
As she walked, some of the people parted. Bowing their heads in respect as she regally strode across the cobblestone walkway. While she continued to move, she headed towards the outskirts of the city out towards the open plains. There, free of any thought of risking collateral and unnecessary damage, the Archangel turned and faced Sage.
"Do you know the purpose of Lamia Scale, boy?" She inquired softly, even though her voice spoke with such distinction and purpose. "It is to help and protect the people. It is not for fame nor for fortune, it is for the greater good in this world. To ease the suffering of those who are undeserving of it.
"Destroying Valdosta displayed your clear lack of such a mindset." The Archangel continued, wings of purest light slowly grew from her shoulder blades then; so long did they flow outward that they did not stop until they brushed against the tips of the tall grass.
"Control. Focus. Discipline. All three are things you shall learn here. Or you will die trying. Do you understand? I will be the one that measures your worthiness to Lamia Scale no less; fail me, and you will be removed as a member faster than you can blink." Her fingertips rose so that her gauntlet armored hand faced him, and the closed fist opened for a beautiful effect.
Around them both grew and flickered two-dozen blades of light and searing flame.
"You tried to remove my head from my shoulders in Valdosta, and you failed. The being within you lacks the control that you yourself do not possess. Attack me with the fullest of your might to allow me to gain measure of what you can currently do. Both of you."
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