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 Posted: Fri Aug 07, 2009 2:18 am
Yukiko Amagi
Future Manager of the Amagi Inn
Yukiko realised as Soji spoke they all had not known of the third person even from the midnight channel and it wasn't their fault for not realising sooner. She saw a flash of flesh go pass her only to realise it was Kazuma and he was going to try and fight this new person. Thank the heavens she heal him enough to fight. With a nod of her head she carried the lifeless body over to where Naoto was. "I'll finish healing all your wounds now." She stated laying the body of the floor as she focused all her energy to healing Naoto back to normal. "Soji what should i do with the boy?" She asked her fan in one hand ready for if she had to fight to protect them.
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Posted: Fri Aug 07, 2009 2:25 am
]  Raiden, The Wicked OneAs Kazuma lunged towards Hetero a flash of lightening struck between the two, and once again a sword crashed against his body, although the swing wasn't strong and thus although a slash wound opened up on his chest as he was pushed back, it was neither deep nor fatal. Kazuma was pushed back once more by the one who had come with the lightening, the one who they would all remember quite vividly as the messenger who first delivered the warning for them not to traverse the television world any more. "You should stop leaving yourself so open...or do you want even more scars across that body of yours?" Raiden looked towards Kazuma indignantly for a moment, before grinning wickedly as his temper flared, his canines protruding as demon like fangs to enforce the image of his bloodlust further.
Raiden's hand moved with unbelievable speeds as he twirled his blade twice affectionately then without pause slid it back into it's sheathe, making light of the japanese sword and the skills that anyone present had with similar weapons. "You idiots really don't understand anything. If you did take notice of anyone other than just your friends then you might have realized that we're right under your noses by now. Luckily your so simple minded, we can keep watch on your every action and act accordingly. Though, now I think it's time we put an end to your interference. Personally, I just can't help but get excited when I imagine cutting your tongues out and letting you rats scurry about alive..." Raiden turned the same sadistic grin that he'd given to Kazuma towards Soji and the others, and especially to Faust, as he prepared to make good on the promise they had sworn last time; that anymore interruptions would be met with an appropriate amount of force to see that it didn't happen again. All of it reminded him to enjoy his favorite thing, that feeling that could be summed up in one word.
Suffering.
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Posted: Fri Aug 07, 2009 2:36 am
 Hetero, the Despondent One
Hetero merely stood with a look of pure distaste on his lips as Kazuma drew closer to him, his fist drawn and ready to strike at him with all the power that he had. Coming closer, the orange-haired man didn't so much as bat an eyelash at the thought of being struck by such an insignificant pest. He was nothing to him, just another piece of worthless, human garbage...someone who would be better of rotting in a ditch somewhere, under six feet of dirt and mud. Instead of taking the hit, however, he merely stood motionless as the man was repelled by the skilled assault of the 'Wicked One' Raiden, sending him hurtling back to the ground in a bloody mess...the same way he had the last time they met. Hetero's glowing, green eyes watched the team as they began to scramble around like little cornered mice under the gaze of a skillful cat, ready to pounce. It was so very pathetic, it made him want to lose it. "Your type of heroism is a bad joke. Running headlong into danger because you think that with your friends, you can achieve anything. You don't even think about the real repercussions of what you're trying to accomplish," the cold man chastised the team from his perch, the black orbs around him picking up their swirling pace. "Friendships, heroism, dreams...they're all like a bad joke. One that you hear over, and over, and over again, all your lives. Humans repeat it like a mantra, as if it will save you and shield you from the cold realities of life. But do you want to know the truth?"
"Friendships...romantic relationships...they're just a prettier form of persecution. Sanctioned prejudice. You choose who your friends are by selecting the people who best suit what you view as a 'good person' or a 'good friend', and everyone else gets shut out of your little clique. In fact I wonder...had any of you been so bold as to venture outside of your own narrow scope of vision, would you have met the boy that I just killed? Could you have...saved him? The way you saved the others?" He did not relent in his taunts just then, not simply content with leaving the team with an earful of condescending thoughts to ponder once they were outside the television. "Of course you would have...because in the end, you're only in it for yourselves. Too bad he didn't make the cut for your little circle, though, isn't it?" By now, the black dots were swirling about him at an impossibly fast rate, nearly becoming invisible as they swirled about him, quicker and quicker, and the sneer on his face grew deadly. "Even now, you're not mourning his death...you're thinking about how you can make it out of here alive. I can see your guilty consciences and your selfish motivations on your face...they're as clear as the writing in a hardback book.
And then suddenly, one of the black orbs floating around him shot into the air above them and rained down a blue blast of energy, crashing mercilessly into each member of the team from the apex of the orb's ascent. The spell as a full-powered Megidolaon, one that would be difficult to withstand for anybody, let alone in their weakened states. And at that rate, there would be no avoiding it. Letting the powerful enemy wash over his enemies and crush them to the floor in pain, he glared coldly down at each of them. Oh, how he wanted to just finish this right now. Wanted to wipe them out of this world and end their stupid little farce of a quest to 'save the world'. How he wished...but then, he knew that hoping, wishing for anything was a gift reserved only for the weak. The ignorant. And now, he was neither of them...not anymore.
"This is your last warning...you see what the price of your interference is, and you know that you can't win against us. The next time we meet, it won't be someone else's body lying there next to you. Get it?"
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Posted: Fri Aug 07, 2009 2:50 am
Kazuma was strucked down by the strike to his body by the sword. He then crashed down towards the ground hard but managed to get on his feet, looking up to him he saw the one thing that he been looking for, Raiden. Hearing him speak to Kazuma made him grew more enraged by the moment. He wasn't even thinking straight all that was going to his mind was revenge for the first time he attacked him, and a well deserve can of whoop a** to the mysterious man that killed the boy. Hearing him talk made Kazuma's rage go over the limit, but then his eyes changed into something emotionless. He had to admit this, he was right. They were to focus on Faust and Zeo to notice anything. Hetero rantiing on didn't make him feel any better. Still there was one thing that was for sure, Kazuma didn't see himself as a hero from the start. He was happy to help people but that wasn't why he came to help. "Soji..." he said to the silver haired boy. "Their right you know." he said calmly. Kazuma let the words of Hetero sink into him, he felt like he had to do something to correct this. This failure may not even be correctable, but he had to do something. This boy's death was their fault, but before he could thing Kazuma was striked down viciously by the high powered Megidolaon. Kazuma was seen laying on the ground in pain, but motion began to spring forth within himself as he began to crawl slowly towards the two with everything he had. He didn't understand it though, wheter he lived through this, whether he died, he just wanted to kill this man. Hetero, he could understand that man. He tried to get on his feet while crawling but it kept failing him, "You little piece of s**t. You can say all that, but you expect us to just stay down with those words of yours. We failed that is true. But, I promise you this, I will not stop from saving these people. And No matter what I'll bring you down. Even if I die, I swear I'll drag your body with me straight to hell." with that he pulled out his card and crushed it. His persona appeared and helped his master up on his feet, though he couldn't stay up for long. "Amatsu-Mikaboshi, cleave." he said to his persona as it rushed towards Hetero preparing to slashi him with its sword.
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Posted: Fri Aug 07, 2009 2:55 am
Soji Seta, Investigation Team Leader
Soji winced as the 'Wicked One' sent Kazuma reeling from another powerful slash, rejecting him from his attack on Hetero in a manner that was, sadly, rather expected. Nonetheless, he didn't waver or hesitate, his eyes focused on Hetero and Raiden, ready to strike if he had to and run when the opportunity presented itself. But as if reading his mind, Hetero kept picking away at them both mentally and emotionally, as if trying to break their spirits where they stood. Listening to him talk about how they could have saved the boy who had been killed if only they had known him, he knew that it was a lie...something designed to pick at their brain and make them regret having come here. But there was a resounding truth to what was being said, or at least little bits of truth that were twisted up, manipulations of the the honest truth. Glancing back at his team members, he swore and prayed that they didn't take his words at face value...that they kept their own opinions, knew that the man was trying to manipulate them and play on their consciences. It wasn't their fault...no, if it was anyone's fault in the group, it was his...but no! Even he couldn't take the blame for this! He couldn't...could he? "Yukiko, when I give the signal, take the boy and Naoto and get out of here. I'll hold them off and follow close behind you, got it?" he ordered quietly, this time so that only they could hear it. He couldn't risk Hetero listening in on their plan or figuring things out again. They were already in a dicey enough situation as it was...
...At least, that's what he had thought, until the shadow-like orb departed from around his body into the sky and rained Megidolaon down upon them, the non-elemental spell hitting him like a sack full of bricks and sending him down to the floor in an aching heap. Even after being healed as best as Yukiko could with her spells, that one absolutely filled his vision with stars, and it took every last fiber of will and strength in him to drag his body back to his feet...though he was slouched over and on the verge of collapsing. Despite the attack...despite the pain...if the others could move, he knew that their opportunity had arrived. If he could intercept the swordsman attacking the retreating members, he knew from experience that Hetero wouldn't be able to attack them with another spell like that for a few moments. And that if they took another like that, they weren't going to be going back to the real world again. "Now!" he called back to Yukiko, stepping forward with his sword and card, about to crush the latter...when he noticed a near-lifeless Kazuma sending his persona at Hetero as if to attack him again. Sensing the impending peril, he did the only thing that he could do to protect his friend and thrust his body forward into Kazuma's...just enough to send him forward, away from him, and into the television.
The movement would probably make him vulnerable, but it was the best that he could offer. And if he drew the attention of the enemies then the others could escape. That was the most important thing right now. The only thing that mattered...was their safety. And preventing anymore deaths than they had already seen...
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Posted: Fri Aug 07, 2009 3:07 am
Yukiko Amagi
Future Manager of the Amagi Inn
Yukiko took hold of Naoto's wrist and the boy, Hisoka and waited for the signal from Soji. Once she heard him yell to her, she took off running towards the tower of tvs and jumped through them just hoping to make it home in one piece. Once back inside Junes, she sat down waiting for the Soji and the other to return so she could take care of their wounds the best she could.
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Posted: Fri Aug 07, 2009 3:14 am
Raiden, The Wicked One Raiden grinned when he saw Soji Seta make a fool of himself, protecting his ally as if that weren't exactly the same thing they had criticized them for. What's more, he had left himself open in order to remove Kazuma, who was Raiden's favorite toy of the bunch, and he felt that making him pay in return for stealing his toy was in order. "I see you don't care for your life, holding on to those pointless ideals even when we remove the floor from beneath your feet. Perhaps something wicked is in order..." Raiden stepped forward with the insidious grin on his face, a mist building around him before vanishing suddenly as he reappeared in front of Soji, as if he had walked between the two points without ever being in that space. In a flash his sword was out of it's sheath and cutting through the air towards Soji's chest, a piercing thrust intent on stabbing through their paper thin resolution so that it could return to dust. "Removing the leader always causes pain to build like ripples on the waters surface, until the entire group is lost in the wave it builds. Am I right? Then we should see." Raiden's eyes were crazed, the smile on his face surpassing even the most crazed maniacs in the heat of their taboo actions. Though of course, this was no place for god's hand to interfere...
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Posted: Fri Aug 07, 2009 3:17 am
As Kazuma was pushed into the tv he landed on the floor in Junes. He didn't like this though, in fact Kazuma wasn't going to let Soji get away with this. He didn't find the idea of having Soji going in there alone with two powerful villains like that. Getting up Kazuma began to walk back into the tv to offer Soji some back up for the battle.
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Posted: Fri Aug 07, 2009 3:25 am
Hetero, the Despondent One
The follow-up assault from Kazuma was child's play for the Despondent One, who simply let the Cleave strike land on his body without so much as making a visible dent. With the power he held now and in the weakened state that he had been, his strike was as damaging to his body as a photograph of oxygen was nourishing to a drowning man. That was to say, not at all. "Useless," he brushed his body where the dirty thing had touched him, letting his distaste crease his lips into a frown. "Raiden, we're done here...let's go," he told the wicked swordsman, the black ooze around him bubbling up and engulfing him wholly, like a mad, swirling torrent of shadows all clamoring to get a piece of him. With no interest left in the area and the message they had intended to deliver given to the proper recipients, he didn't care what else happened to the silver-haired kid and his little friends. So with little fanfare he let the black orbs that had begun surrounding him dissipate suddenly, and with their disappearance the man known as Hetero vanished from the area as well, presumably to return and report to whatever group...or master...that the man had.
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Posted: Fri Aug 07, 2009 3:39 am
Soji Seta, Investigation Team Leader
When Soji Seta pushed one of the newest members of their team into the television to avert him from making what would have been a fatal mistake, he knew that his sacrifice was going to cost him dearly...that leaving himself open in front of such dangerous enemies was perhaps, a mistake of his own that he might not survive. Self-sacrifice had always been one of the signature traits that the silver-haired Senior displayed when in the television world, and it was an absolute necessity for a leader to earn the trust of his teammates. And when anyone became a member of the Investigation Team under the command of Soji Seta, anyone was willing to risk their life and take the chance to seek the truth alongside him...he would give them the silent promise that he would protect them...that he would give his own life in place of theirs, if necessary. That's why there had been no hesitation in his mind, despite the obvious danger of his move...and that's why when he turned and caught the glint of Raiden's sword in the foggy light of the Lobby moving towards him faster than he could avoid safely, he simply grit his teeth and tried to ensure that it missed a vital spot...but in no way did he ever regret it. Even as the weapon pierced his shoulder painfully, wickedly painful...and jammed him back towards the railing, where the fall from the side was something that none of them had explored just yet...in case of the worse.
Wincing only slightly, his clouded eyes didn't waver as he looked at the cruel swordsman that pierced him. He had known that he was the leader...had he been aiming for this moment the whole time? Soji didn't intend to give him the satisfaction...to give him the chance to find out what the team would be like without their leader. If only he could find a way out. 'Move...' he thought as his hands slowly trembled, particularly the one on the arm near on the side of the pierced shoulder. Blood ran down and coated his arm and chest, his fingers and palm with the red substance, but he didn't feel lightheaded or too short of breath...which was a miracle, really, but also a very good sign. It wasn't an immediately fatal wound., at the very least. That was, if he could get out of here in time to get it treated. 'Move!' he thought desperately, red fingers suddenly gripping the blade that was shoved through him so tightly that the razor's edge of it cut into his palms...and with the blade clutched between his hands he tried to pull...tried to pry it back out the way it came, despite the intense pain that accompanied his efforts. And maybe it was a wasted effort, as without the sword in his body, Raiden was probably stronger physically right now, but damn it he could not give in. Not yet...not to them. Not when Nanako and Dojima and Rise...gods, Rise! 'I haven't even...told her...' the Senior thought as he grit his teeth, fighting with all of his might against the weapon that pinned him to the scaffolding rail.
He couldn't die here, when he had so much left to do...
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Posted: Fri Aug 07, 2009 4:14 am
While Raiden could have thought he was some sort of superior warrior with an advantage over theme at the moment, the blue haired Freshman's heavy handed punch to him when he shamelessly went for Soji would be more than a reminder that even they weren't so invincible yet. Using Raiden's sword embedded in his senpai and and Soji's grip on the sword to keep him from moving Zeo managed to connect, sending him reeling away from their leader before he could do any more damage, although they would probably figure out just what difference there was between him and the rest in a moment's notice, since Raiden's armor wouldn't have been bothered much by a normal punch, but this one would probably leave a dent in the b*****d's face if he hadn't noticed the attack too quickly. "Hey, no one dares to touch Soji-ust back off! Otherwise you'll have to deal with someone born to trash Shadows, baby!" Zeo glared towards Raiden, but he had no intention of testing his luck now. He knew that he was tired, and the rest were leaving or hurt and gone, and with those odds he wasn't about to take on two professionals. Without further hindering himself, Zeo stepped backwards suddenly and, grabbing Soji by the collar, drug him through the tv with him so that they could be the last ones to escape, hopefully ensuring that the two who attacked them got no more victims for their cruel actions, at least for now.
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Posted: Fri Aug 07, 2009 5:13 am
Quote: The Investigation Team has escaped the TV World.
It is now Evening...
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Posted: Sat Sep 12, 2009 9:01 pm
Minori returned to the lobby after having fought some shadows at the different dungeons. Her breath was heavy and she could feel the fatigue falling on her. The blonde girl couldn't know what time it was, but she could guess they had been inside the tv world for some hours now.
She let her weapon on the ground, as she stretched her aching arms and legs. Even if this was the fourth or fifth time she had been inside this world, it still was so strange and tiring for her. She couldn't get use to it yet...how had the rest of the team done it?
The blonde senior turned around, expecting to see Kazuma just behind her. She had ask him for a break, and even if he obliged to her favor, she knew it didn't please him. It took time from their training, precious time; and she knew it.
"Okay, I'm fine now." she muttered, picking up the spear from the floor, readying herself to return to the dungeon, and fight some more shadows.
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Posted: Sat Sep 12, 2009 10:08 pm
Kazuma followed his sister to the lobby, even though they been fighitng shadows for a while he wasn't going to give in to his injuries since they weren't so serious. Though he didn't want to admit this since he figured Minori was going to snap at him, Kazuma was feeling a bit refresh about fighting these things and aiming to get even stronger. While resting up Kazuma began doing squats to keep his body going for the next battle. Looking at Minori who was about done resting he only smiled a nod. "Good, let see this should be the last part of the training. So how about we head for my dungeon." he said to her.
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Posted: Sat Sep 12, 2009 10:23 pm
"Y-yours?" Minori asked, as if trying to confirm what he had said. She couldn't even think of returning to her own dungeon, the memory of her shadow's words thundering on her mind; but, he suggested his own dungeon just like that. "If you really want to..." she added, gazing at him. The investigation team had rescued Kazuma some time before her, so she didn't know what his dungeon looked like nor had the rest of the team mentioned it later. She wondered...
"Well, it's fine by me." she answered after a while, shaking her head as if trying to shove away her thoughts. The grip of her gloved tighten around her weapon, determination running through her veins, dispersing the fatigue, even if it was just in a small amount.
"Lead the way."
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