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 Posted: Fri Sep 03, 2010 12:55 pm
This area is the outskirts of the island in where the Library is. There is very grassy, with wild grass and large trees. There is an exit and entrance here that leads to the B3 Floor.
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Posted: Fri Jul 15, 2011 5:41 pm
Raine finally stopped running in the outskirts of the island that held the library. The rain started falling harder than before as she stumbled to a slower jog and eventually dropped her bag. It only took three more clumsy steps before her legs gave from under her and she collapsed, turning onto her side and curling. She couldn't breathe. She groaned as pain overtook her, her hat slipping off to reveal her black ears as the sacred mirror hanging around her neck pulsed with rejecting energy. Not at Kestrel. No, he had nothing to do with this. It was rejecting her. She growled in pain, her eyes squeezed shut as the mirror burned her from the inside. Dammit! She tried to reach for her bag. William's crystal was inside of it. She retracted her hand again as another pulse of pain hit her, making her heart nearly seize. She shouted loud in pain before she clawed at the mirror, ripping it from her neck and tossing it far away. She panted, the pain slowly dying down. God...dammit... Shame...looks like the demon DNA in you is strong enough know to be detected and rejected by that fox's toy. Kestrel chuckled, his voice so loud and clear in her head. It made her head pound. He'd done it on purpose. He chose to bide his time, keeping from the mirror's presence, because he knew at some point, Raine would get rid of it, realizing it was hurting her more than harming her.
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Posted: Fri Jul 15, 2011 6:28 pm
Tis was their finest hour, as the world plunged into it's darkest....
(From Dorm 12)
George was limping a bit, blood still seeping a bit. He saw Raine curled up on the ground. He instantly recognized her as the one from William capturing him. He just shook his head slowly, and sadly. He felt a bit bad for her. Not because of anything she did, he knew not to judge her on that. No, it was the demon. He had heard of Demon possession, and actually been possessed by a demon. However, he still felt cautious approaching her. He stood off to the side, a bit awkwardly. "Hello again." He finally said, before raising his hands in the sign of international peace. Not that either one of them looked like they were able to be in a fight. "I see you are much better from earlier. Whatever William was doing to you seemed to work." He said, not able to resist adding the sarcasm in his voice. He still had a bit of a sore spot since William was being a tiny bit of a dooche to George at the time. Even considering the differences in power, George still would have preferred respect over the abrupt anger that William showed towards him. Very, very rude.
He didn't care much for Raine seeing how she didn't care much for him. However, he still couldn't help but feel for her. He had gone through something a hundred times simpler. And even then it was a hell. He couldn't even imagine the torture it must be for Raine. To have a demon to actually possess one's soul. To live inside the soul that one was given. Unimaginable. Just.... he couldn't even describe words in it. However these thoughts were not transformed onto the expression plastered on his face.
And they are the heroes I look up to at this time, wondering when will my chance come? To do the amazing things they did.
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Posted: Fri Jul 15, 2011 6:34 pm
Raine grimaced, hearing a voice. Her ear twitched. She opened an eye and looked to see that guy from before, when she had been with William. She merely growled at what he said, slowly forcing herself to push herself up onto her hands and knees, coughing a bit. Her eyes fell on the sacred mirror that laid several feet away from her. "What...do you want?" She breathed out as she slowly caught her breath. She grabbed her bag. The crystal was inside. Use this and it should keep Kestrel subdued for at least a little while. She kept it close just in case.
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Posted: Fri Jul 15, 2011 6:41 pm
Tis was their finest hour, as the world plunged into it's darkest....
George raised his eyebrows. "Who said I wanted anything? In fact I was out for a lovely stroll when I saw someone who looked very like someone I knew when I was a slave in my own body. Now, I was either hoping to a) catch up on those 'good old days'," George motioned quotation marks around the phrase, "two) kill them, or tres) take their body, and ravish them senseless. Next, I examined who it was. I noticed that it wasn't a, because I didn't like anyone there. Nor two, because I didn't hate you enough to warrant that. And I wouldn't want to piss off that demon of yours... what is his name again, Kent? Yeah, Kent. And the same goes to tres. So, I guess that my only goal here is to piss you off, which will lead to either my death, or you taking me and ravishing me. I hope it is the second option, but knowing my good luck, it is definitely the first one." George responded, throwing back to her that it wasn't her land that she could say he couldn't come upon, she was too weak to actually kill him (or so he hoped) and that he tried to add a little humor. Just because she didn't seem the sort of person with a sense of humor, so it would just piss her off more.
And they are the heroes I look up to at this time, wondering when will my chance come? To do the amazing things they did.
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Posted: Fri Jul 15, 2011 6:43 pm
Cirus approaches the area but doesn't reveal himself yet, hiding behind a tree and listening to the conversation. She seems to have taken off the mirror, and she seems to be in quite a deal of pain, too. Could Kestrel be so integrated into her being that the mirror is trying to purify -her-, as well? This situation is quite... tricky. This may require quite a complex solution. More than likely, if he had found her earlier, he would have been able to do more without risking the girl, but... Kestrel seems to be quite integrated with her.
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Posted: Fri Jul 15, 2011 6:51 pm
Raine made a small noise as she slowly stood up. This guy...what the hell was the matter with him? "Damn...I swear, all you morons are the same. I just want to be left alone, and people like you want to poke me with sticks." She muttered, wiping the rainwater from around her eyes.
"Why don't you just go away before I do something I regret, huh?" She said, staring at him with anger apparent in her eyes. The thought of the crystal in her bag that could calm Kestrel's pent up anger completely slipped her mind now. George was her focus as her ears laid back on her head against the rain.
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Posted: Fri Jul 15, 2011 7:00 pm
Tis was their finest hour, as the world plunged into it's darkest....
George sighed. "Some people you know, are worried about others. Especially when they find them curled up on the ground. Me? I'm just an a*****e. Meaning, I just like poke poke poke." He commented, then turned around. "But if you really want to be left alone, all you have to do is ask nicely. You know, with a please. And a thank you after I leave." George said, seeing how far he could push her before she tried to kill him. He already had a few escape routes, and had the upper.... well actually equal to her. They both were in pain, George due to his wounds, Raine due to whatever was causing her pain. George wished to go along, but he had already committed himself to this. He would get her to say it nicely. Seeing how he was tortured, forced to drain a good portion of his blood, walk back still bleeding, and still had the strength to try and sew himself back together? Yeah. He was either hallucinating, or just insanely resistant to all that. Which would be a nice thing to have for him. Being resistant. Also, he didn't mind the threats. He could handle anything she threw at him. Sure, he would lose the fight.
However he noticed something. She was furious at him. Her attention was focused on one thing, George himself. Now, people asked why he wouldn't do normal things. The reason was he enjoyed the rush of adrenaline that was surging through his body. He wasn't thinking about anything else. Just him, her, and the ten escape routes he had planned out. Seeing how he would lose the fight if it actually occurred.
And they are the heroes I look up to at this time, wondering when will my chance come? To do the amazing things they did.
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Posted: Fri Jul 15, 2011 7:12 pm
Raine frowned. He had to be kidding. "You must have the wrong impression of me. You're either going to leave right now, or I'm going to make you wish you did." She said, her hands curling into fists. Black mist began to curl off the ground around her and George, like steam coming from the ground. The marks on her neck and arm were starting to glow a steady red color as Kestrel stirred. Arrogant b*****d, isn't he? Let me take a swing at him... "Now which one is it going to be?" She said through her teeth.
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Posted: Fri Jul 15, 2011 7:18 pm
Tis was their finest hour, as the world plunged into it's darkest....
"I believe those were the choices. I believe the choices were say please, which is it really hard? Or I'll continue to annoy you. See, the choices are, you kick my a**. I kick your a**, in case you faint or something, you say please and I go, I go because I've got the wrong impression of the person who I've just pissed off, and have realized I've pissed off, but being the a*****e I am, will continue to piss off, or you make me wish I left. I think I'll take the please, and then I'll go." George said, getting ready in a standard fighting stance. She beat him in every single possible way. Except perhaps in the brain department. Especially since she was close to berserker mode. Which would allow George, if he could dodge the first hit, to get that diamond he saw in her bag earlier. Not that he thought it was special, it was just shiny. And George loved taking shiny objects, especially from rude arrogant bitches. Seemed like a plan.
And they are the heroes I look up to at this time, wondering when will my chance come? To do the amazing things they did.
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Posted: Fri Jul 15, 2011 7:20 pm
"Alright, that's enough." Cirus calls from behind the tree before stepping out, looking between the two of them. "Raine-san, anger like that is only going to speed up the process. Take a deep breath and calm yourself, Raine-san. And you, what's your name?" Cirus approaches the young man, frowning sternly. "You're a real dumbass for pushing her that far, y'know... and you're bleeding, at that. Why aren't you in the infirmary?" Cirus reaches up and takes the guy by his ear, yanking on it. "Now, why don't you go back to the infirmary and let them take care of you?"
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Posted: Fri Jul 15, 2011 7:38 pm
Raine grimaced, shaking again. The black mist spread from the ground behind Mad and Raine like it was creating some sort of space. "You baka..." She muttered. She grunted, and fell back down onto her knees. Which to someone like George would look like something in his favor. But it wasn't. Far from it, she groaned through her teeth as her hands hit the cement to hold her up, her ears lifting a bit as the mark on her neck glowed a brighter red. If there wasn't a worse case of wrong place wrong time, George would find himself in just that. "If...you d-don't run...you probably won't leave alive." She said as she calmed down for a second. She spotted Cirus stepping in, but what he said to her went in one ear and out the other. Kestrel was already stepping in. "Th-the...crystal..." She tried to spit it out. She glanced at her bag. She only hoped that Cirus would realize what she was trying to hint at.
Because she was lost already. She disappeared in a flash of black energy. There was a malevolent energy behind George as she reappeared there. Her eyes flashed red as she suddenly changed in under a few seconds, her body changing into Kestrel's form. Despite Cirus being there, Kestrel growled, grabbing George from Cirus's grip and flinging him several feet away before bounding after him and knocking him into the ground and pinning him with his massive claws. "You really should have run when she told you to..." He sneered.
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Posted: Fri Jul 15, 2011 7:47 pm
Tis was their finest hour, as the world plunged into it's darkest....
George ran into action. Well, ran would be a bad descriptor, as he was pinned under Raine/Kestrel. "Too bad. I really felt the connection. I was going to name one of my children after you. The bitchy one." He commented, before biting Kestrel in the hand. He hoped to loosen the grip just a tiny bit so he could slip out. The crystal. It was important. He had changed his mind so many times during the course of this argument. But right now, all he felt, all he could sense, was the coldness. The coldness, something he could only associate with one thing. Pure determination to do something. Right or wrong, he would prevail. Or die trying. The second option much more likely than the first.
And they are the heroes I look up to at this time, wondering when will my chance come? To do the amazing things they did.
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Posted: Fri Jul 15, 2011 7:50 pm
Kestrel snarled, the bite not hurting him, just annoying him. He pulled his claw back and unpinned George, only to wait until the man tried to get up then swing his claw at George head hard. Raine felt annoyed at George. Kestrel outright hated this ingrate's stupidity. And someone like that, Kestrel felt just fine with killing. He rammed his shoulder into George, the spikes on his shoulder threatening to pierce through George's body.
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Posted: Fri Jul 15, 2011 8:01 pm
Cirus growls to himself as Kestrel grabs George from him. Damn... the crystal, Raine had been trying to tell him. Something to do with the crystal. However, he needs to get Kestrel off of George, first. Cirus bursts forth in pursuit, whipping around to kick the demon in the face and get him away from the boy. "Your opponent here is me, Kestrel!" He lands and keeps his eyes on Kestrel, should his blow have been successful. "George, there's a crystal in her bag... it's important, and I need it. Get it for me, would you? I'll hold him off... I don't know what it does, but it's important."
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