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Also desks are awesome, Rex. You better show me it when you get it 8]
Also desks are awesome, Rex. You better show me it when you get it 8]
Los Paraisos: The Grande Diamonde: Ground Floor: Storage Room
“Nnn!”
“Ah!!”
Both Estelle and Josette crumpeled to the floor in front of Neil, the pair having been laid low within seconds and dealt painful injuries before they could even scarcely comprehend what had happened. Was it in part due to the effects of the hangover they were still recovering from, or was this guy really that tough? He couldn’t be. She had been through, and defeated worse. This was just another cackling who needed to be taught a lesson!
But Estelle hacked and coughed. The jab to her stomach had knocked the wind out of her, and it was hard to even stand again. She continued to sputter, hacking and retching. Damn… him…
“You… prick!” Josette was the first to move, swinging her leg in the air, aimed towards Neil’s face. As much as her arm screamed with agony, there was no way she’d sit down and take something like this. As her foot swung through the air, Neil’s eyes turned to see the approaching attack. And this time, he didn’t even need to use his magic. With his free hand, he casually gripped Josette at her ankle, and lifted her into the air. Before then violently slamming her back down onto the ground.
“What did I say?” Neil shook his head from side to side. “I said it’s game over. You ladies… you’re all coming with me. Even you two little brats. You’ve definitely helped to make yourselves more valuable, y’know.”
“Eat… shit… mother… fucker…”
“And you definitely need a gag again.” Neil’s foot swung out, booting Josette in the stomach and forcing her to collapse onto the ground again. His foot trod upon the azure haired woman’s back, pushing her down, forcing her to submit, as his katana hung dangerously close towards Estelle, ready to strike should she too show the idiocy to try and keep fighting.
Women… they needed to learn their place.
As Neil bent down to grab Josette’s arm, yanking her up to be the first dragged to his truck, he was suddenly stopped in his tracks. The entire room shook once again, hit by a violent tremor. A tremor that Estelle and Josette also noticed and felt, whereas Selan – the sensation didn’t even faze her. Her mind was elsewhere.
In his pause, Neil looked around him. What was with this place and all of these reverberations-
And then another. This time louder, closer, rocking the entire room with greater force and frenetic horror than before. And then a long, and lingering pause. Neil shook his head and shrugged his shoulders. He lifted Josette to her feet with one hand, whilst the other scabbarded his katana into a vortex. With that one’s diminishing, his other hand looked over to grab Estelle by her hair, as another, larger vortex appeared before him, leading to the back of the truck.
And then there it was again. Another quake. This time bigger then the first two. Neil stopped but for a fraction of a second, before continuing his work. It really didn’t matte-
And then another. This time much louder, much closer then before.
“Okay,”
Another explosive quake.
“What the fuck is going on?!”
It was as if the ceiling above suddenly exploded. Vast chunks of masonry and debris was sent raining down to the ground, pieces of stone, brickwork and tiles clattering and rebounding off the floor into small, cracked pieces amongst the heavier pieces of debris, mere inches away from Neil, Estelle and Josette. The two girls shrieked, snapping their eyes shut to protect themselves from the dust, as Neil dropped his hold off Estelle in order to shield his eyes.
This… again? It couldn’t be!
He dropped his hands, gingerly opening his eyes, before they snapped wide to attention. Standing directly in front of them, mere centimetres away, from the newly created hole in the wall…
“What the hell… I… I killed you!”
He said nothing, his form and posture perfectly still and silent. He simply stared at Neil, as Neil stared at his own startled reflection shining in the visor, his jaw dropping. Impossible!
Selan’s eyes looked up, unable to believe or process what she was seeing amidst the tears. He… he had…!
Rejection, depression, can't get what you want
His head turned, the visor looking towards Neil’s struggling captives. First to Estelle, who looked up amidst sputtering coughs. Then to Josette, bruised and wincing, struggling vainly for freedom. And then, past the pair of them to a little further away. To Selan, hunched on the floor, drenched in tears. His head tilted its angle back to Neil. The pebbles on the ground started to clatter and shake, some even rising into the air.
You ask me everywhere and why
Sparks shot across his body. The smoke grew more bulbous in volume, pouring from his body.
But the truth sounds like a lie
His fist swung out.
Live to win, take it all, just keep fighting till you fall
Neil’s body was suddenly hurtled backwards, careening through the room at frightening speed, pain enveloping his whole body, his whole being. He was able to just barely summon a vortex on the wall behind him to slip through instead of crash, with another summoned on the floor, for him to rise through, and with his momentum slowed by gravity, land back on his feet. His eyes snapping up to him. He should have been dead. He WILL be dead.
Estelle and Josette fell to the floor, left in shock and disbelief at what just happened, as their saviour strode forwards.
“D… Don…?”
“What… the fuck… is he wearing…?”
Confusion, delusions, kill your dreams in time
He continued to walk forwards, towards Neil, and to Selan who sat on the floor inbetween. Her eyes were transfixed on him approaching, unable to believe the impossible. She couldn’t register it. Couldn’t understand. She looked at his chest, at the dark stain atop his crimson and white ensemble. There was no doubt. It had happened. But?
His hands brushed her shoulder as he passed, onwards towards Neil. By now the bandit had summoned his strength and prepared himself again, one hand holding his katana, the other throbbing and pulsing with violet energies crackling about, ready to summon a vortex when needed. The only times he had been hit was when he’d been caught off guard. No more.
Crawled up from my lowest low
Step by step and day by day
'Till there's one last breath to go
A fiercesome standoff. And then!
Live to win, take it all, just keep fighting till you fall
Day by day, kickin' all the way, I'm not cavin' in
Let another round begin, live to win
Yeah, live, yeah, win
He was upon him before Neil could react. The bandit was left speechless. Even with a gaping wound through his chest, he was somehow faster then ever before, and so it was he was graced with another kick to his face! But even despite the hit, Neil was able to bear it. The brunt of that impact felt… weak. Pitiful. For all the fierce determination his adversary had, Neil had taken the measure of it… and survived. He could win.
The katana swung out, ready to dismember his foe in one clean slice, but he had dodged. The katana swung out again, this time accompanied with Neil’s vortexes, the blade dancing in the air in every direction. Impossible to predict. Impossible to dodge.
And yet he did.
Narrowly avoiding the tip of the blade to slice along his side, the hero then reached in, through the portal and grabbed Neil’s wrist, clenching it tightly, with strength Neil did not know he could possess. His hold on the katana faultered, and his grip was released. But that wasn’t it. He was being pulled, tugged straight through the vortex, and thrown across the length of the room, directly towards the truck.
He managed to see it just in time, summoning another two portals on either side of the truck, to pass through one and out the other, avoiding a crushing impact on the heavy vehicle. But as he skidded out of the other portal, turning around to gain his bearings and renew his assault on this absurd hero, his breath was caught stifled in his throat, as the truck itself was thrown through the air, directly at him. Behind it, that man having punched it with all his might to strike him. Neil ducked through another vortex just in time to avoid the automobile sailing overhead, to crash into, and through, the far off wall.
“What… the hell?” Neil popped out of his vortex onto solid ground. He glared towards the smoking man, anger racing through his body. Disarmed, hurt, injured, insulted like this… and all from a man who should be dead!
His body shifted, his fists rising up. If he wanted this, then come on! Come on!
“BRING IT ON THEN!” Neil yelled.
Live to win, take it all, just keep fighting 'till you fall
Day by day, kickin' all the way, I'm not cavin' in
Let another round begin, live to win
As if on cue, the crimson man burst forwards, his body broiling in yellow, white and red flame. Estelle, Josette and Selan could do nothing but stare in disbelief, as the hero surged forwards, his right leg bursting with energy and swinging forwards at Neil’s head. The bandit roared, and a vortex appeared in the leg’s path, its opposite aimed for the hero’s chest, and the wound with which he’d been cut through.
But at the last second Crimson Justice’s foot stopped, all momentum halting before it passed through the vortex. His body shifted, spinning, and his foot swung out in a flip, roundhouse kicking over the vortex and into the back of Neil’s head. Pushing him forwards, into his own portal, and stumbling out the other side in a confused daze. The tables had turned, and this was the end.
He spun, unwilling to let that be it. He could still fight. Still win!
But he was there! Clutching Neil’s forearms in his hands, his legs pushing against his chest and forcing him to topple back. He was too close… too close for his vortexes to possibly work… to fight free! And being this close to him, to that infernal man, he could see his reflection in that visor again… and knew. Knew that he could do nothing. And that he’d made an impossible… awful mistake.
Live to win
His head reared back, enveloped in a white light of passion. It swung forwards at Neil’s own.
Cracks emerged from the point of impact across his helmet.
The metal and plastic shifted, breaking.
It shattered.
Neil's body crashed to the ground, his head slamming into the floor and his body lying motionless, as Don fell to his knees beside him, huffing and puffing, staring down at his fallen enemy, and making sure he didn't get up again. He didn't. Don took a deep breath and exhaled, the smoke and light surrounding his body fading into nothing. Upon his tired and wearisome face, the baldness that had gripped his head head earlier in the day had already begun to grow back.
He looked up, across the room, to Estelle, Josette and Selan. The three most important women in his life. Estelle reached for Selan, to help her to his feet as Josette started dashing towards her brother.
He smiled. They were safe.
His body fell to the ground, consciousness departing his body.
That was an awesome video 8D Song was great, art was fecking beautiful. That was really, really cool 8D
How's everyone doing today? ^^ I hope everyone has a kickass weekend! I'm gonna go catch up on the IC and then get started on writing :3
How's everyone doing today? ^^ I hope everyone has a kickass weekend! I'm gonna go catch up on the IC and then get started on writing :3
Another innocence stolen.
Have you no shame, Danni?!
Have you no shame, Danni?!
Danni's already stolen Lucien's bagel.
You don't want her stealing Lute's. :c
EDIT:
You don't want her stealing Lute's. :c
EDIT:
Daww thank you Kathi and Danni! ^o^ And yes, Lute is a cutie, huh?
NO. YOU STAY AWAY, YOU BAGEL THIEF, YOU. STAY. AWAY.
Danni said Yay fresh meat!
NO. YOU STAY AWAY, YOU BAGEL THIEF, YOU. STAY. AWAY.
Los Paraisos: The Grande Diamond: Ground Floor: Lobby
His feet quickly reached the centre of the Grande Diamond’s lobby, his head lifting up into the air and peering at the many floors and distant ceiling above. His eyes narrowed, scrutinising the distance, deliberating at how much magic was needed for his next task. On his way down falling from the tenth floor, he had spied them, and committed it to memory for his next destination after rescuing Estelle and Josette. He could only hope that they were still there, otherwise he have to resort to searching for them. And now, as those frantic, devastating battles continued… every minute counted. He needed them to end now.
As if proving Marcus’ inner ruminations right, the building suddenly rumbled and shook. To his right, through the destroyed double doors that led to the casino beyond, Marcus could spy with disbelief the room itself disappearing. Cracks ran across the floor from it, and the area was swept up in flames and screams. Marcus took a step towards it, beginning to run and assist whatever was occurring within that room, before suddenly stopping. He didn’t know what was happening… didn’t know how badly injured his friends could be. And he needed to help them. But rushing in like that wasn’t the answer. There was a quicker and easier way to solving all of this at once, and that was what he needed to pursue. He just hoped his friends could hold on a little bit longer!
His knees bent, and his body crouched low, as emerald energy spiralled and swarmed around his body, concentrating around his feet. The next second, he was propelled upwards, dashing with incredible speed to the ceiling above.
Los Paraisos: The Grande Diamond: Sixth Floor: Restaurant
"The guy's dead, it's over! This guy was no match, you saw it! And for what? For you?" Neil hissed into her ear. His smile widened as he realized she was sobbing, and decided to twist the knife even further. "You might as well have stabbed him yourself."
Selan didn’t seem to respond, her body becoming still after Neil’s last cutting remark. Even her struggle against his hands tugging on her hair seemed to soften, with Selan lost in disbelief at the horror that just occurred before her. Through the tears, her eyes were on him. He wouldn’t move. No. No. No!
Neil meanwhile, cast another sinister grin towards the bloody costumed man. He still had no idea who or what the man was, but he had to admit he was impressed. He was no match for fighting against him, but his punches and kicks hurt, and that determination… well, it was something, even if it was ridiculous. And the fact that it was all for her, Miss Selan Leclair… well, it made her seem even more valuable to him now. Not only for her beauty, her singing and dancing prowess, or whatever hidden magics she might have. But to inspire someone to fight and die for her? She certainly helped justify Neil’s decisions today, all right. Even breaking out to actually get his hands dirty and fight, something he avoided doing for the most part, didn’t bother him like it otherwise might have.
And then, the room rumbled. Chairs and tables rocked back and forth, before tumbling over, the contents of their plates, food and glasses full of drinks tumbling to the ground and shattering. Neil looked about himself, frowning, before turning back to look at the prize gripped within his fingers.
He had spent enough time here already. Time to go.
A purple vortex ripped open from beneath their feet, and the pair sunk into it, vanishing as the portal closed after them, leaving the restaurant, and Crimson Justice, behind.
Los Paraisos : The Grande Diamond: 9th Floor: Lobby
Kenneth towered over Aria’s helpless body, his knife pressed towards her throat, preventing her with any means of retreat or escape. His chest rose and fell, haggard breaths leaving his body as he looked his opponent over, and at the multitude of cuts and injuries she had sustained to match his own. Neither one of them had came away from that fracas unscathed. But after breathing hard for a spell, and taking in deep lungfuls of air, Kenneth’s body began to calm down again, and a smile creep across his lips. He laughed.
“You’re good, kid.” Kenneth grinned. “Real good. Ain’t never seen another illusionist that good, that young.”
Aria’s expression in return was one of weariness and disgust. She was too tired for this. For the games and the witty repartee. Kenneth noticed this, she could only reply with a agitated 'you win', and from it his eyes glimmered.
“Aww, now don’t you fret none, young’un.” Kenneth spoke apologetically. “You gave it your all. It’s just a known fact that the better man won, is all. Don’t look that way. You’re gonna break ol’Kenny’s heartaaagh!”
The conman’s body was suddenly ripped off and away from Aria by a powerful gust of wind, his back slammed into the nearest wall, his knives clattering harmlessly to the ground. As Aria watched with disbelief, her eyes following Kenneth, and then spinning to the source of such an assault, Kenneth’s own eyes flared up with fiery indignation. His hands reached for the two golden switchknifes, but before he could grasp them they were ripped into the air and away from him, straight into the hands of-
“Well, well, well. Lookie who it is,” Another foxish grin started, the rugged blonde rising to his feet, straightening his tie and dusting down his suit. A wary eye fell upon the silver haired woman standing across him. “Now how did you manage to get out here, little one? And what on Ddaear was-”
Meanwhile, however, Marcus had walked towards Aria, bending down and offering her a kind hand, back up to her feet.
“Are you okay, Aria? You look like you were in a tremendous fight… sorry it took so long for me to help… but you did good now. You can rest. It’s over. Is Thunderhawk…?” Marcus’s concerned eyes switched from the illusionist to the groaning ranger, and back up again.
Aria was silent, before nodding. “He’s… okay. He’s D Rank, isn’t he? He’d better be!”
Marcus chuckled.
“Over?” Kenneth interrupted, lighting up another cigarette and take a hearty lungful, blowing it into the air and looking down his eyes towards the crossdressing man. “And what, may I ask, makes you say that?”
“Because it’s over.” Marcus explained, one hand resting on Aria’s shoulder, the other holding the conman’s knives. “The fighting’s done. There’s no need for it anymore.”
Kenneth frowned, scrutinising the woman over. But for the first time this day, he was confused, and lacked control of the scene. He didn’t like it.
“Explain yourself.”
“Go back up, and take a look at Dumont’s room. You’ll see what I mean. There’s no more need for fighting today.” Marcus responded cryptically. One of Kenneth’s eyebrows arched in curiosity, and he took another puff of his cigarette. He wasn’t one to believe the first thing someone said, but the fact that this woman was here instead of that room… that she could even be talking to him like this. Saying these words… an ominous feeling of dread started to rain over him. Before Marcus even asked for Aria’s help next, he already knew that what he said was true. But it didn’t stop his eyes from bugging out in startled amazement at Marcus’ revelation.
“Aria,” Marcus asked with a gentle smile to the illusionist. “I’d hate to ask considering how tired you look already… but could you make a small illusion, to show Mr. Lay what I really look like?”
She nodded, if albeit a little confused. And Kenneth, he made no attempts to resist and see through her illusions. He saw it… and his cigarette tumbled out of his lips.
The woman was not a woman at all, but a man. And not only that, but Kenneth recognised the man. The same man who was attracting all of the ladies’ attention when he battled him in the Pellagio Hotel’s casino at Poker. The man with the soft, gentle face, and the incredible-
“Hmph. Okay.” Kenneth craned and cricked his neck. “I’ll let you two on out of here. I reckon you’re probably right… I’ll still need to check, but…”
“This is no bluff.” Marcus answered. As Kenneth walked towards them, with the stairs to the tenth, and final floor behind them, Marcus made no effort to act out of turn. Instead, he just calmly handed Kenneth back his knives, as Aria watched in disbelief.
“Heh. Well, if it isn’t… then good game, Mister…?”
“Wiseman.”
“Good game, Mr. Wiseman. Naturally, I’ll still check, and if I find you’re lying then… well, we’ll have to continue this song and dance, but… you’re not, are you? Hmph.” Kenneth shook his head, smiling again. He reached into his jacket pocket, pulling a neat and spotless pair of cards. On the one hand, a symbol of a ♠. On the other, a string of numbers. He handed one each to Marcus and Aria.
“If you ever need a job doing, and have the money for it, well… give me a call.” Kenneth grinned. Aria’s jaw dropped, ready to say something, but Kenneth caught her before she could, a finger on her lips keeping them closed, a charming shake of his head from side to side to inform her ‘no.’ “Now, now, darling. This wasn’t personal. This was just business. A job. Doesn’t mean that next time, we can’t be friends. Heh.”
Kenneth placed his hands in his pockets, and walked away, up the stairs towards the Grande Suite.
Marcus turned to look to Aria, and bent down, lifting Thunderhawk up and shouldering him.
“C’mon,” Marcus smiled. “It’s a long way down.”
Los Paraisos: The Grande Diamond: Fourth Floor: Pool Room
Amidst the swirling tension gripping the leisure room, where the beautiful charmer Mordie Locklear laughingly toyed with and played with the heartstrings of Lucien, Dylan, Lisette and the three bros Tom, Cid and Jerry, their battle was upset the moment the building quaked and the room shook from side to side. Water from the pool sloshed over the sides, with some almost splashing onto Mordie and her sultry dress, before things started to calm down and quieten. Her head shifted and looked around, searching for any sign of the source of the tremor, but found nothing. Another quick, dirty glance towards the Guilders showed no change from their current hesitation. Annoyingly enough, Lucien wouldn’t deliver the blow which she asked for… but he still seemed to be enamoured and caught under her spell. That was good. But quakes like that… they wouldn’t help. And the others. Were they alright?
“Kenny? Bart? Heather? Any o’you gorgeous guys and gals know what that just was… ?!”
From the ceiling, a purple swirling vortex appeared, crushing in size before reaching a peak. And then, seconds later, a man and woman dropped to the ground, the man landing on his feet by the side of the pool. He glanced up, looking with confusion and surprise at Mordie, the Guilders, and the bros.
Mordie’s eyes started on him, and then to the woman he was clutching. Selan!
“Hey! Ain’tchoo that-”
“Whoops, this isn’t my stop.” Neil laughed, another vortex forming beneath his feet that he and Selan dropped through. With the purple portal’s subsequent quick disappearance, it was like they weren’t ever there.
Mordie was stopped in her tracks. Between fighting the Guilders and Bros, that was the man Kenny had said to keep an eye on and apprehend! Neil Hunter! What should she do next? What should-
And then a voice rung out into her ear’s inner communicator, bequeathing her, Heather and Bart new orders. The voice was unmistakable.
“Mordie, Heather, Bart… time to pack up, folks. We’re done here.”
“Kenneth?”
“Huh? Done? Are you fucking kidding? Some fat fucking bitch just dropped the floor out from under me and now I’m going to drop her and-”
“It’s done, Bart.” Kenneth’s calm and collected voice commanded. The voice’s owner sucked on his latest cigarette, before removing it to exhale a thin new trail of smoke to wisp into the air. He shuffled his body from side to side, dusting down his suit, and tapping his shoes more comfortably, sidestepping the pooling blood that trickled into the floor. He turned, walking towards the Grande Suite’s exit.
“Job’s officially over everyone. Let’s go home.”
Los Paraisos: The Grande Diamond: Ground Floor: Storage Room
Once more, the surface of the room’s ceiling bristled with violet energy. From its center, a swirling mass, a vortex, grew into being, pulsing and throbbing. From it, two figures fell, landing on the ground, besides the storage room’s sole vehicle inside, Neil Hunter’s truck. The cocky grey haired man rose to his feet, that wolfish grin stretched from ear to ear, elated at the success of his mission, and the prize gripped tightly in his hand. Selan Leclair, the other women in the back of his truck… this had been a job well done.
His azure eyes first focused on the truck, and then they turned, scanning the room from one wall to the last. His head and body turning, his jaw… slowly… dropping…
“What… the hell…?”
His men, dropped and lying unconscious across the room. Unmoving and unresponsive. What in the world had just?
BAM
For the umpteenth time today, Neil felt the sharp smack of pain grip his cheek, sending him flying backwards and crashing into the metal chassis of his vehicle. At the same time, his grip softened and released on Selan’s hair, and once more the songstress was taken from him. His eyes snapped open immediately, wild anger gripping the bandit at the audacity of him being attacked. Again. Who the fu-
“WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?!” Josette shouted, her right leg still aloft in the air after colliding with Neil. Behind her, Estelle had rescued Selan, crouching beside her and gripping her arms with worry and concern.
“Selan?” Estelle softly spoke. Selan resembling none of the cool, confident woman who Estelle called her friend, her role model. “Are you okay?”
“I’M GOING TO KICK THE SHIT OUT OF YOU!” Josette burst forwards.
Crescendo said
Omg pach your signature combined with that gif kills me sdfghj
And go away Kyubey we don't want your ilk here >;C
Yesss I'm glad you noticed that too ^O^
GO AWAY KYUBEY
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