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Post by Maí Lé Rosà on Apr 28, 2005 5:59:51 GMT
The music drilling through her ears was scratchy and horrible, a melody played many years prior.
A small golden mockingbird sat on the corner of her pretty copper cot, screeching out it's song while the little demoness tried to sleep. Her carmine eyes flashed a sinister glare to the metal bird, and it's head exploded, leaving shards of metal to fall all over her.
Mai closed the large doors to the hall quietly, letting the mahogany handles turn anticlockwise under her pale fingers. Her heeled boots tapped on the floor as she turned, and the stoney surface beneath them gritted the sole of the shoes with a rough, uneven noise.
The demoness let her scarlet gaze roam the room, the empty room. Suits of armour stood tall on each wall, and in the center of the room was placed a stage, encarved with all the names of the great witches and wizards of the past. Mai walked forward a few steps, sending the clicking noise of her heels through her mind to echo out the horrible song of the mockingbird.
Stopping before the stage, which was situated up to her waist, she placed her hands on top and looked down at them, closing her eyelids against the boiling anger in her irises. A deep inhalation revealed the quivering breathe of the demoness and she clenched her jaws tightly and swallowed, curling her fingers into claws against the once cold surface of the dueling platform.
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Post by Laharl on Apr 28, 2005 6:21:38 GMT
A miasmic black mist began to woft in from stray drafts in the room, not neccissarily enough to really obstruct view, but definitely make breathing a deadly task for most living things. The stone walls began to rot against nature, and a looming shadow merged from underneath the closed mahogany doors. A heavy scraping sound could also be heard, harolding a most malignat presence.
The sickening sound of splintering wood resounded in the hall as an oddly enormous spiked mace shattered the sturdy entrance like glass. The weapon looked suited to be carried by an ogre. But lo and behold, a child heaved it back onto his shoulders as he saundered into the room, a dangerous glow eminating from his duled, rust colored eyes. Mai had sent an avid invitation to fight her today, when she hurled an anvil through his hard-faught tree stump as his once-temporary residence.
No one was safe....
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Post by Maí Lé Rosà on Apr 28, 2005 6:42:46 GMT
The demoness did not exhale after inhaling, for she wasn't blind to the shadowed fog surrounding the room and it's inhabitant, and she knew how difficult it might be to inhale once more should she let her oxygen go. Instead, both her clawed hands closed to fists and she slammed them down on the top of the dueling platform, sending an invisible force around the room which pushed the mist backwards and had it dissipate into nothingness.
Here, she breathed out, a foreign growl.
The brilliant shattering of wood behind her did indeed make Mai tense, for should she turn she might well have been staked, but having her back to the cause of the devistation might also result in harm. Not that it wasn't going to happen anyway, she turned.
The demoness shot a rivetting gaze to the mace, taking in the thick spikes that decorated it's massive form. As the smoke around the broken doors slowly dispersed, Mai had to lower her gaze to the figure who held in his hand, the weapon of brutal choice. Laharl. She smirked and brought her hands together, cracking her knuckles in a testing sort of way.
Detatched anger spilled from her voice as she spoke, "Hello dear brother." Then fell silent, only to balance her weight with her hands on the platform enough to hoist herself onto it in an agile motion. Her ivory hair was pulled back and tied with a deep red ribbon, only stray strands of a pearly colour streaked her cheeks.
Mai stood tall on the platform and curled her lip up at the dull and tempered-maroon eyes of the younger demon, silently daring him to come closer. To rest her case and quite possibly spark him into an angry attack, Mai kissed her fingers and tilted them towards Laharl, then positioned her lips gently, blowing him a mocking kiss.
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Post by Laharl on Apr 28, 2005 19:46:06 GMT
"Sis. Its been a while." Laharl sneered with a toothy grin as he slowly inched his way closer with the massive thing shouldered on him that was easily five times as long and massive.
The demon prince's eyes flared even more widely open when she pressed her pouty, blood red lips to her middle and index finger, and blew a piece of her 'affection' towards him. At that moment, he simply was not in the mood. He lifted the club vertically, sending it careening through the cieling until the end of the handle rested atop his outstretched hand.
"Well Mai, are you ready to play?" his loose definition of the word would indeed bring heavy toll to the place as he took grip of a rounded link at the end of the mace's handle, which was used for latching onto a belt. In this case though, it was also a means to fully utilaze the forceful magnitude of the blow he directed towards his 'sister' as he lower the upper rounded end of the mace back down, and sent a surprisingly quick arc stretching towards Mai, sending sparks flying as it scraped against the wall.
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Post by Maí Lé Rosà on Apr 29, 2005 5:18:57 GMT
As Laharl sneered, Mai felt a reconstituted urge to lash out and mangle the boy's entire face to a state of crooked recognition. The mace caught her attention several times, and her comfort grew more and more twisted as he moved closer, the gigantic thing made her fidgety, as it would make anyone.
A grin proceeded to carry itself along her lips as Laharl's reaction to her kiss took place. It was somewhat predictable in someone his age, to know that they would react with as much force as possible, however Mai knew the little demon inside him had yet to break free and unleash everything he'd possibly been bottling inside.
The ceiling shattered, sending pieces of glazed wood and solid substance raining down on the two. Now, she nodded to his first words, slowly, taking in any look in his rusty eyes that might give away his next moves. Mai couldn't find anything, Laharl was good at these games, and when he asked if she was ready to play, the demoness knew this could prove to be very, very dangerous.
Sure enough, without the support of a moment to spare, Laharl was swinging that horrid weapon towards her, it's spikes catching whatever falling debris were still floating down from the roof. This debris and the sparks flying off the wall nearby were enough to entangle themselves together so one couldn't tell each from the other.
The demoness growled and within no more than a second, snapped her wings out wide and thrust herself high into the air, so to avoid the sickening crunch of the mace on the dueling platform. She knew the weight of the weapon would draw it down, and so she'd chosen to rise against all odds and hope Laharl wouldn't predict this. He hadn't, and she was safe, for now.
While the weapon was lowered, Mai swooped forward at the demon-boy and delivered him a sharp kick to the underneath of his chin, aiming to knock him backwards, hard. Her wings beat loudly, keeping her elevated as she circled the room, then touched down a few feet away from Laharl, and the mace.
Her wings were held at the ready, and her arms down by her sides. Her scarlet gaze shot Laharl a suave look and she cocked a brow. "C'mon Laharl, you can do better than that." She taunted in a smooth tone, lowering her latter words to a silky warning.
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Post by Laharl on Apr 29, 2005 5:38:38 GMT
The kick to the heel of his jaw did make the adaquate distance, but little else. Laharl knew she was toying with him, much like he had toyed with many enemies in the Netherworld that made use of baning weapons such as this. He was much more partial to weapons condensed more to the size of his body, but he always had an appreciation for a good ol' buster sword or ogre mace like this. It was a thrill, though. While he was sure it wouldn't kill her, a successful connection of this mace would almost certainly end the fight between the two. The potential and occasionally neglected danger of this crude weapon most definitely added a twisted element of danger in this fight.
"Mai, I may be light, but I bounce well enough to handle much better hits than that. You hit like a girl." he rose to his feet as he snickered at his own oxymoron, knowing that she would not neccissarily take offense but be even briefly distracted enough to lower her guard for but a second. He tucked the base of the end of the handle under his arms and horizontal to his back. He turned in a quick circle, swinging more swiftly, but not quite as hard at Mai as he did the first time. He was going to keep that girl on her toes, yet.
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Post by Maí Lé Rosà on Apr 29, 2005 7:01:03 GMT
Just as Laharl knew a blow from the mace would end the fight, Mai knew too, hence her edgy demeanor. At the demon-boy's words, Mai narrowed her eyes to a glare and exhaled heavily, showing her disgust. She was not a girl, she was a woman, and royalty at that. Holding this thought, Mai scolded herself, such thoughts were a weakness. It didn't matter what she was.
Having been paying attention to her thoughts, Mai had indeed been distracted, but her wings poised themselves at an angle for a quick getaway. The demoness didn't notice Laharl tucking a part of the mace behind him, positioning it so his movements would be close to effortless.
She did, however, pick up on the slight preparation for the turn. It was a giveaway in the way he leaned to the opposite direction of his directed circle, just before he spun. Even though Mai had picked up on this, the raising of her wings took more time than desired and the material of her dress was sliced at her stomach by one of the pointed spines on the mace.
A dark hiss left Mai's mouth as she jumped backwards, sucking in her gut as the spike ran past her to avoid the actual skin on her stomach being cut open. As the mace continued in it's circle, Mai dove into the air and flew a decent height above the demon-boy, so she was looking down at him.
No more than a flap of wings against gravitational air and a split second of time were mixed together before Mai was racing towards Laharl, her clawlike nails outstretched to the boy. She landed on him hard, knocking the both of them backwards and kicking at the thinner area of the mace until it fell from his grip.
With her long fingers wrapped tightly around his neck, Mai slammed Laharl's head against the stone floor of the dueling hall and leaned down so their noses were inches from each other. "So do you." She spat, in reply to his comment about her hitting like a girl. With a flash of silver to her eyes she continued to choke him, keeping her knees either side of him so it was difficult for him to struggle, let alone escape her vicelike grip.
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Post by Laharl on Apr 29, 2005 7:30:41 GMT
Well, I guess that idea's out.
Before Laharl had time to realize, he was quite swiftly disarmed, his mace landing in a most heavy clammor several feet away after Mai managed to deal a few swift kicks to it. There were several wounding dents in it, so there was little hope of getting any more real use out of it without it breaking.
It also seemed that Mai was perched atop him, pinning him down by the shoulders with her knees while digging all ten of her claws into his throat. It looked like his taunt carried more weight than he expected. But he had properly utilized his minor distractions throughout the course of these first 20 seconds of the fight, and he was not exactly done yet.
His long, thick tail crept out from the base of his tailbone as it snaked out in the air, lulling dangerously. Laharl could still go quite a bit without breathing, but it would definitely prove a hassle if he allowed her nails to rip the flesh of his throat appart. Thus, he snapped his tail around her, coiling around her shapely waist. He used this powerful appendage of his to lift her up, just barely to remove the weight of her body from her knees. He then shot both hands up, towards the part of her corset top which had been torn by the mace spike.
The sickening sound of blood splattering resounded as his face was thusly painted with dark crimson splotches, his oft chewed and dull fingernails sinking deep into that seemingly perfect flesh of hers. His thumbs both were poised in the same spot, atop her solar plexus, as blood trickled down his right arm. Her grip on his throat still remained though, surprisingly.
"Tell you what, sis." he gasped. "We're both in an excedingly compromising situation. Let's say we both remove our fingers at the count of three, okay?"
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Post by Maí Lé Rosà on Apr 29, 2005 8:52:55 GMT
As she pushed her hand harder against his flesh, Mai failed to notice the silent tail creeping up behind her from underneath the two. Suddenly it was around her, and Mai's eyes widened in surprise. How the hell could he have possibly grabbed her from behind when she had him pinned like a tigers prey?
She was lifted up off him a little, causing Mai to automatically strengthen her grip on his bruised neck. Her brows came together in a 'v' as she frowned, baring her gritted fangs at him angrily. Then, as quick as she'd taken him down, his hands were lodged inside her diaphram, she gasped, choking back a rush of blood to her mouth and jammed her mouth shut.
"Tell you what, sis."
Was all she heard, before her damned instinct took over and a dull growl seeped through the blood in her throat to pour out of her mouth like a rumble of thunder. She swallowed the liquid heavily, and without further adieu, pressured her nails against his neck enough to puncture it quickly. All her fingers ripped through the base of his neck, and she clenched them, tightening her grip as the pain in herself increased. Then she managed to hear enough of the rest to react.
"...Let's say we both remove our fingers at the count of three,"
Her pupils dilated and the normally fixed swirl of scarlet in her eyes turned a steely coloured silver. Leaning back enough from his face to catch a glance at her own gut, Mai groaned and closed her eyes, it truly was that bad. Then, she acted against the pain in herself, aiming to inflict more on Laharl.
"Three."
Her bloodied hands shot out of his neck, and latched onto his wrist, where she held them for no more than a moment, heating her insides to an unimaginable temperature. Her spiderlike fingers burnt the wrists of the demon-boy, loosening his grip on her enough for her to smack his hands aside.
The blood over her hands began to simmer and boil with the heat building under her skin, and it was here she twisted against her own pain and like a cat, clawed onto the tail that still held her. Her lips parted and she drove her fangs into Laharl's thick tail, splitting the rough surface easily and deepening her bite until he let her go.
The opening in her center oozed blood continuously, and despite this growing irritation and sesitive wound, Mai wouldn't stop fighting until Laharl's tail let her go, and in the process it's once-thick hide was now receiving a most heated and ugly design of stitched tooth marks and burns.
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Post by Laharl on Apr 29, 2005 17:03:34 GMT
Laharl hobbled back, just barely able to keep his head on his shoulders as Mai raked her unforgiving nails through his throat after penetrating it, the pain in her own wound begining to sink in. Nonetheless, Laharl definitely needed to back off now. Even his wrists were almost melted off.
With his throat this severely shredded, Laharl would need at least an hour or so to let the tissue fully repair itself. And as vicious as Mai was fighting, that would probably take a little too much waiting for his comfort. As his hands shot up to slow the bleeding, His body began to forcefully sway from his tail as Mai began knawing at it. His wrists would fortunately heal from its burns in a much smaller allotment of time than the crude injuries to his throat, but they were still useless to him at the moment. However, Laharl could think of at least several different parts of his body that still worked, even with the handicap of his previously torn wings.
Laharl grinned with mild amusement as Mai viciously, but overall fruitlessly leant over and ripped at the meat of his tail with her teeth. Out of all the parts of his body that had undergone the most punishment in his lifetime, his tail came in second only to his dearly departed wings. Thus, the cells in his tail had reached a state that they could still function without actually living. At least in the sense of registering pain, that is. In other words, his tail probably tasted pretty rotten for the little good it was doing for Mai.
As the arteries in his throat completed their repairs in the few slim seconds he took amusing himself, Laharl then nodded to himself as the blood halted its torrents from his injury. His wrists would still not be able to work for a couple of minutes yet, but that would hardly restrain him from dealing back some punishment.
Tucking his head to his chest, Laharl gracefully sprung backwards in a cartwheel, still allowing the end of his tail to remain still so that Mai would not notice his immediate movement quickly enough to react. He then swung his body around, allowing all the momentum to carry to his right leg, which connected fully with and through Mai's face. Hard. He had stunned her adaquately to release her jaw's grip on his tail, but he did not stop there. His tail, bleeding but still easily functional, looped itself this time around Mai's throat as his feet lightly touched the ground. Laharl further used his still active momentum to catapult Mai into a nearby stone wall. She disappeared in a thundering cloud of dust and debris, and Laharl stood poised, ready for whatever onslaught she had in store now for him. Afterall, no matter what she did to him, she would not be able to entirely kill him. At least not before seeing the secret he had in store for his 'beloved sister'....
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Post by Gavin on Apr 29, 2005 17:15:09 GMT
OOC: My apoligies for the intrusion, if it is unwelcome, just let me know.
BIC:
Though they remained unheard over the clamor of battle, soft footsteps paced calmly along the hall. At first, the strides were well-measured and even, then, as they approached the shattered remains of the doors, they slowed, and finally stopped.
Gavin stood, framed in the shattered entryway, clad in black jeans, sneakers, and a dark brown hooded sweatshirt. "Hmm...," He mused, tapping a finger against his chin, "I do seem to remember a door being here."
His eyes looked upon the tustling pair of demon's, festooned as they were in each others blood. "...am I interrupting something?"
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Post by Laharl on Apr 29, 2005 18:03:44 GMT
(OOC) *Shrugs* Hey, you're welcome to do so, though I do suggest you do it at your own discretion. As you can probably tell, these two demons are excedingly pissed at each other, and the situation can only escalate drastically from here on. If you're prepared for that, then by all means, welcome to the ride. ^^
Actually, I would have scoffed at anyone else, but I actually have quite a bit of respect for you. For the short amount of time you've been here, you've been quick to impress with some of your threads. Just....try not to get in over your head, though. ^^;;
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Post by Maí Lé Rosà on Apr 30, 2005 3:35:51 GMT
{ooc}: Oh no, do come in. -smirks evily-
{bic}: Desperately clamping her jaws over Laharl's -quite truthfully foul- tail, Mai closed her eyes, concentrating on getting some slack around her waist. She knew he was handicapped in a fair few areas for the time being, so her mind was set on his beastly tail releasing her. Animal-like growls were escaping her mouth every few minutes as she dug deeper and deeper inside his putrid tail with her sharp teeth, still, to no avail.
The demoness didn't notice any form of movement from Laharl's bodily half, purely due to her eyes being shut tight, her attention directed to her teeth and his tail, and her growls overriding any sound that might've escaped in his swift act of out-of-place grace.
What did knock her back into focus, literally, was the blow to her face, cracking the front of her nose in a splay of blood. He had stunned her indeed, enough for her eyes to fly open and her throat to omit a horrid shriek. The pain in the corner of her cheekbone and broken nose was more than irritable, it stung, throb and ached all in one, Mai breathed in deeply, swallowing blood.
As the demoness raised her hands to her face, they were knocked aside by that snakelike tail of his, which curled itself around Mai's throat, causing her to cough back up the blood she'd just managed to swallow. Baring her teeth to rip into the damned thing once and for all, and most likely decapitate the demon-boy from it, Mai was suddenly tossed forward into the air, with such force, that not even the breaking halt of her wings could stop her from colliding into the stone wall that awaited the embrace.
"Fùck." Echoed around the dueling hall as Mai choked on the dust that clouded her vision. She coughed once or twice, and blinked several hundred times, attempting to clear her teary eyes of the haze in front of them. A dark bruise was forming around her neck, but the blood flow from her cracked features had stopped. Mai lifted her hands to her nose and held them there for a moment, healing the skin around the bone as best she could for the moment, the fracture in the bone would, like Laharl's neck, take too long to heal.
As the rubble moved under her moving form, the dust began to clear enough for her to see Laharl, and him to see her. She brought herself to her feet, one wing hanging limply behind her, a look of sadistic hate written all over her bloodied but still, somehow beautiful features. "You little sh!t, you." She spat in a catlike fashion, clenching her fists at the pain in her wing.
Mai stepped forward from the collapsed wall tentatively, placing her boots on the ground gently as she did so. With a sideways glance to another boy who'd stopped in the doorway, Mai's eyes flashed silver once more and she struck a punch his way. Shadowed flames darted from her knuckles and raced across the floor, flipping and entwining themselves with each other as they sped towards the mortal with a devilish intent.
Mai lowered her arm and turned back to Laharl. Then, she broke into a run. She kept changing her direction as she ran towards him, saving herself from any last tricks he might try. When she was about a meter from him, the demoness tipped her toe skywards and drove her stiletto heel right between Laharl's legs, pushing him backwards until he hit another stone wall.
As he hit the wall, Mai removed her sharp heel from his crotch and dove forward at him, slamming her knee into the lefthand side of his pelvis, shattering it instantly on impact. As the bone crunched under her weight, Mai pushed off the wall with her hands and simply walked backwards, narrowing her gaze at Laharl as she did so.
Smirking suddenly, the demoness decided to play on skill. She slipped her fingers down the small crevice in her corsét and from a thin pocket inside one of it's sides, pulled out a total of four throwing needles, what one could call a gift from a dear boy who'd attempted to pin her in the forest.
Twirling the thin slices of metal in her fingers, she took her aim carefully, knowing she had to get this right if she wanted to be satisfied, and to Mai, that was most important. Finally she moved, throwing one of the needles at the underneath of Laharl's collarbone, and watching intently as it sunk itself deep enough to leave perhaps a centimeter of itself graspable from the outside of his flesh.
The second one was directed at his left temple, who knew what that would do?
The third was aimed at the point in a mortal called 'the belly button', though certain demons didn't have these. Mai twisted her lips into a look of expectance as this one drove itself full thrust through Laharl's gut and ost likely exited to touch the wall behind him. Silently she wondered if he had a little belly button, and despite the pain throughout the multiple areas of her body, Mai chuckled.
Strolling closer to Laharl, she shot him an unreadable glare this time, and the final needle, was slipped quickly, and with vertical ease through his lower and upper lip, stitching them together. Mai pushed off the demon-boy and walked backwards once more to admire her 'little brother'. "My, you do make quite the interesting pin cushion love." She informed him with a smug look on her features.
The demoness knew it wouldn't last, he would have something in store for her, but for now, she was satisfied with her move, and right now? That was all that mattered.
{ooc}: Sorry about the length... -goes back into hole-
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Post by Gavin on Apr 30, 2005 4:30:29 GMT
"Oh f*** me sideways..." Gavin exclaimed as Mai turned towards him, fist rearing back. Even as she released the spell his way, he was already moving, skirting rapidly to his left. When the spell finally impacted where it had been originally aimed, he was already halfway across the room.
With smooth, practiced motions, he raised his sweatshirt slightly, freeing the bandolier of knives threaded through by his belt. He slipped out a pair and hurled them with deadly accuracy, straight at Mai. "Here's lookin' at you!" He called.
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Post by Maí Lé Rosà on Apr 30, 2005 5:05:23 GMT
Mai's face contorted into a disgruntled expression as she heard the pitter patter of running steps and the call of the mortal she'd aimed a shot at earlier. Perhaps he hadn't got the message, perhaps she should have shot him. Now, there was an idea. She smirked and turned, only to be met by two flying blades, almost at their target. Her.
Without any time to gasp, Mai ducked low on her heels and reached up with acute precision, flicking her wrists back just fast enough, and in time to catch the two blades by their hilts. A releived but quiet sigh escaped her cherry-red lips and she rose, facing the boy with a delicate look of seductiveness across her pale and bloodied face.
She flipped the two knives and slid them down each side of each knee-high boot, so the view of their hilts was only just visible. Then she straightened herself up and tapped her finger to her chin, slowly. With Laharl still in the back of her mind, Mai knew she needed to be quick so she could return her attention to him. Why the hell was it now her against them? Meh, she started it.
Dropping to the floor all of a sudden, Mai rolled forward, tucking her arms somewhere behind her. When she rose, approximately half a second later, she held a frontier45 in her right hand, it's amo cocked and ready to fire. "You really shouldn't mess in my affairs." She advised him, before tipping the gun back then firing, once by his ear, purposely missing, and then at his foot, where she hit home, in the crevice of the bone between the ankle and the leg.
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