Signit Sonata
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Post by Signit Sonata on Dec 30, 2005 17:04:11 GMT
OOC: Would you all wait. Jesus. My character isn't a brand freaking new character. All I did was change his name. I Character use to be Ark Shindo, and I was fighting fair! How do you expect someone to just stand there if a TREE is falling toward him! Oi! And his story. He was brought back from the dead by Eurus. He went through Hell and back, so the torture of that made him a half-demon. Okay? Are you both happy? And next time you accuse me of something, let me have my say first. Also Dante, don't I have to give permission to let you kill my character? Sure, bodily harm is a given. But, and correct me if I am mistaken, I haven't given you any right to fatally wound him. Now if I am wrong on this, tell me. But if not, you certainly can't rip out my kidneys. Or crack my head like an egg either. And may I ask how YOU became so strong if you are not a Lycan, Demon, Vampire, or any other of the creatures that reside here.
Oh and one more thing. I am not posting In Character because Sig would HAVE to be knocked out from all of the agony and pain and such.
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Post by Dante on Dec 30, 2005 19:11:21 GMT
OOC: You're right, I can't fatally wound you without permission. But I can still dismember you in ways that won't kill you. Also, if you're really half-demon, you're a bit of a wuss as far as being able to take hits. Dante gets his strength from a) going to hell for a short while and b) being of 2 planes (plane of shadows and the physical plane) He's not quite demon, but he's got a few of their traits. For example pyrokenisis, to a minuscule degree in comparison to an full demon. He also has the ability to shift between planes of existence at will.
Also you being knocked out is your choice - it's happened on many occasions where people have entire limbs ripped off, you've just been hit in the head a few times and have something clawing into your lower back.
IC: Dante watched Roan as Signit's head was going toward the ground. He stopped only a millimeter from the ground. Death would not be so quick for the boy he decided. The tip of his foot kicked forward in the back of Signit's head, just to confirm that the boy was out cold. He began to raise the body again when Roan launched the stick. He let the branch hit him in the hand, he couldn't feel it hit there anyhow. As Roan fired off the blinding spell Dante got a better idea that to take the blow himself. His right knee shot forward directly into Signit's spine. The hit made the body flip upward, as it moved Dante tossed the legs downward so as to make sure that the boy's back would be facing Roan. The spell hit home, but on the wrong target. Signit would be the one to take the pain, not Dante. He wasn't foolish enough to let the girl hit him with spells while another able, or dis-abled in this case, body was around to take it for him.
Dante took a knee as an orb began to grow in his palm. The flames that covered his entire body latched onto the orb. The orb was made purely of a flammable sludge that Dante could summon, half of his magical remnants. The sphere was about the size of a baseball when it ignited. A split second after the boy's feet hit the ground Dante sprung forward and kicked firmly into the boy's stomach sending it directly at Roan. As the body passed through the air Dante rolled to the side, the side closer to the fallen tree and his leather pouch. He whipped the ball of fire at Roan. "Burn me, and I'll burn you back." He said quietly toward Roan. The flames subsided from his garb as the spell ran out.
He grabbed the pouch and snapped it open. Inside were six vials of a clear liquid, LSD, along with a hypodermic syringe that was custom built to have the crystal vial inserted with a snap. He pulled out the syringe along with one vial. He flicked out the stopper, inserted the vial, and placed the plunger back in. He quickly pressed in the plunger to remove the vial of most of the air inside. Only a small bubble remained inside. "That spell was meant to close my eyes, was it not? I think I'll open your eyes a bit for you." He bent his legs, then launched himself onto a low branch fifteen feet off the ground. He crouched low with one hand on the branch and the other with the syringe ready. He was waiting for the opportune moment to strike.
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Post by Fenris Fenrir on Dec 30, 2005 19:58:41 GMT
Deep within the overgrown realm that consisted of the Forbidden Forest; the scent of burning wood awoke one of the many creatures of the Forest. And when this creatue placed the scent; it sent him into a rage. So they dared come into his home and set flame to it? If they wanted Fenris Fenrir; all they had to do was ask and he would come. They did not have turn his home into matchwood; not only his, but also that of many other creatures. Snarling viciously, his wrath clearly evident, Fenris Fenrir bolted to his feet and arched his proud head high as he howled out in pain to the Sky. They would not get away with this; the Forbidden Forest would not become the victim of a brush fire.
And so Fenrir raced to where the scent was the strongest and it wasn't long before he saw the dim glow of the fire. It consumed trees of all times, taking longer with the oaks; but the dry needles of the pines combusted almost instantiniously. Already several groves were set aflame and the fire greedily raced toward the surviving bulk of the Forest. Enraged, Fenrir threw his colossal mass of silver-grey fur, muscle, and bone against the nearest of the burning trees. It's already weakened trunked collasped and due to the angle at which he rammed it; it thankfully landed in the blazing inferno and many saplings were spared.
After an hour of repeating this process, Fenris Fenrir had patches of fur aflame, most of his body burnt but what mattered was the fires had been stopped from catching to the canopies of other trees. But that didn't stop the fires that hungrily licked up all the available grass within reach. Along the same line that the Lord of the Hunt had knocked down the burning trees, he dug a small trench what was 3 feet deep and 6 feet in width. It took another hour for him to fully complete the trench, but when it was done; Fenrir's black coals for eyes hardened with resolve.
Now to find those responsible.
Sniffing the air to locate the center of this disaster, Fenrir plodded in a westernly direction of his location until he came to a clearing. A clearing that bore the scent of three; two of which were still visible. Both of these were humans, one of them he knew, but his wrath clouded his judgement and his vision. The other of these two was knocked out cold on the Forest floor, but that did not account for the third. And what troubled Fenrir was that he couldn't place the scent. It smelt of human, demon and something else; something that he couldn't even imagine. But he had no quarrel with the third person unless he was a human. It was those two that needed dealing with.
'Which one of you did this!', bellowed out Fenrir into their subconscience, 'Who set the Forbidden Forest aflame and why! WHY! If you wanted me, all you had to do was challenge me, but to go so far as destroy the beauty of this Forest, beauty that dwarfs your school by far and comparable to that of Eden, is intolerable! You played with fire and now fire comes to you! Which one of you attempted this act of biological butchery!'
ooc: I hope you don't mind, but it was only a matter of time before I joined in on this. I don't take to the burning of Forests all that well.
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Post by -Roan- on Dec 30, 2005 23:17:31 GMT
Roan watched that fire, stunned. The girl remembered the last time she encountered that element, in the graveyard, with Fenris. When it hit her skin she screamed and backed up, attempting to beat the flames from her skin and robes. By the time she had used the wand to extinguish it with water, her neck and arms were terribly burns, and Roan was breathing heavily, crying from fight. I wasnt ready for fire, I wasnt ready for this. But looking up, the Hufflepuff noticed that Dante was nowhere to be seen. It was like he was never there, but she was all the wiser. He wouldnt give up a fight just like that. Wiping the tears from her face with a shaky hand, she stepped around, looking at her surroundings.
Then an all too familiar voice boomed in her mind, and she covered her ears. Here was an opponent she knew well, and she counted it as her fifth encounter with him, including the last one in the forest. Standing tall, she didnt allow the lycan to see the great pain she was in from the fire. "You want to know the perpetrator, it was me. I set this forest aflame. I intended no disprespect, but was using it to hinder that boy" She pointed at the unconcious Signit, lying there bleeding.
Turning her gaze back towards Fenris, she drew her face tight. There was a problem if the lycan decided to fight her, she had decided that she wrongly hurt him. But if she needed to defend herself, she would. Cringing from the burns, Roan backed up, her wand at the ready. "I dont have any reason to fight with you Fenris, but I wont let you harm me. Please leave me be, so I can continue my fight with that man, whoever he may be. Please."
The girl continued to back up, searching for a spell to use. Her mind was wary, she knew Dante had to be around here somewhere. And the Hufflepuff was not looking forward to fighting the two monsters, both were powerful. Unknown to her though, she backed right up against Dante's tree. Lucky for him she didnt see the Souless man, for her hazel eyes were concentrated on Fenris. This girl wasnt going down without a fight.
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Post by Dante on Dec 31, 2005 2:03:31 GMT
OOC: Well, Fenris... Welcome. I've got to say that this will be an Honor to RP with you.
IC: Dante watched as the girl battled the small ball of fire with a hint of amusement. His eyes shot away from her the second he had heard the lycan's voice. His gaze fell upon, and remained locked upon, Fenris. He fit perfectly to the descriptions that Dante had overheard from students.
Horror stories of devastation and mutilation appeared to be the only things that students ever told each other concerning the residents of the forest. Although some of the stories may have been partly fiction, there was always some truth to them. Dante doubted that Fenris had actually ripped off a student's head, cracked it open, then used it for a bowl. But the tales of dismemberment were most likely true. Dante's hand made a mock salute toward Fenris. "And now it has truly hit the fan, so to speak, for this poor little girl. Fun." He muttered in a tone that even Fenris would have difficulty to hear.
He listened fully to Fenrir's short speech then became aware that the girl was directly below him. How perfectly she fell into an almost unintentional trap. Dante contemplated just leaving her to the lycan, but decided otherwise. He'd pull at least one more trick on her before he let someone else get the fun of destroying her. He made note of where her wand was then jumped down. He landed in a sitting position on her shoulders, locked his feet under her arms and behind her back, then rolled forward. He hit the ground first then flipped her hard onto her back in front of him. (AKA a hurricane-round-off)
In the second of surprise that he was assured he unlocked his legs and moved himself into a sitting position on her chest. He checked the syringe in his hand, it was unharmed completely. Dante plunged the syringe into the left side of Roan's neck, directly into the jugular vein, then injected all of the two ounces of LSD directly into her blood stream. He bent down so that his mouth next to Roan's ear. "You try to mess with my eyes, I mess with your eyes. Please, in your screams, tell me what Hell looks like through your eyes as this world melts away." Dante pulled the needle mostly out of the girl's neck then began to generate heat through his palm so that the needle itself would cauterize the wound. He wouldn't let this girl bleed out on him.
He pulled the syringe out completely as the needle became orange hot. He tossed it next to the pouch by the fallen tree, he felt that he wouldn't need it again any time soon. He stood up then looked down at the girl's wand. "It won't be able to do her much good in her current state." He thought to himself. He picked it up then tossed it toward Fenrir. Dante walked slowly toward the unconscious boy. He pulled the boy's shirt off then picked up the boy by an arm. Dante dragged the unconscious body over toward a the tree that he was previously in and stood it up against the tree.
He rolled up the shirt and tossed it up over a tree limb that hung about eight feet off the ground. Each of the sleeves hung down limply. Dante lifted the boy's left arm up, tied the wrist to one sleeve then did the same with the other arm to the opposite sleeve. Signit hung limply from the tree branch by his arms. Dante stepped back, looked at him, then looked at his pouch and the syringe.
He walked over to the syringe and the vials of LSD and picked both up. Dante inserted another vial after ejecting the previously used one and prepared it the same as the last while walking back toward Signit's hanging body. With one hand he lifted the face and parted the eyelids of the boy. With the other he stuck the needle directly into the pupil and injected the boy with a dose even higher than the one he had given to the girl. Dante didn't bother the seal the wound as he pulled out the syringe this time, he could have cared less if the boy was already dead.
The syringe landed once again by the pouch as a heavy thud echoed throughout the forest. The noise was from Dante's fist crushing into the boy's exposed ribs. Soon the other fist pounded home on the opposite ribs. A third blow of the same fashion found its target, then a fourth, a fifth, a sixth, dozens upon dozens more followed in the same way with increasing speed between each. He would make sure that the ribs would be broken, if not shattered, so that this boy would never even consider going withing a hundred feet of the forest so much as to enter it.
Dante payed little attention to Fenris, or even the girl. His sole focus was to punish and maim the whelp.
OOC: Just so you know Roan, your character would probably have about a minute till she starts going into a massive acid trip. Besides the fact that the LSD was injected directly into her blood stream, she's overdosing from the extreme amount of LSD. From what I've been told, LSD is usually done in amounts around a hundred milligrams. You've got 2 ounces in you. Have fun.
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Post by -Roan- on Dec 31, 2005 5:14:59 GMT
OOC: -grumbles- Thanks a lot Dante...
Guys, give me a few days...at least...to post here. I have no clue how to RP hallucination, and I know nothing about the effects of this drug other than that one. So this is going to be really hard, and will take me some time. Not one of my usual quick responses.
Post without me, dont wait. And if any of you senior students could come and help..well...help!
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Post by -Roan- on Dec 31, 2005 20:54:23 GMT
A wave of shock fell over Roan’s body as Dante attacked her, not Fenris, and she wasn’t ready to fight the Souless man yet. She had been concentrating on the lycan. The girl uttered a cry as she was flipped onto her back and that needle entered her eyes. s***…She thought, struggling under the man’s weight. But there was nothing she could do to stop that syringe from plunging into her neck, something she bore stilly. The girl was afraid to move her neck and possibly jolt the needle. “What the hell did you inject me with?!” Was all she shouted as the syringe went hot and then pulled out. When Dante was away from her she shot up and a hand flew to her neck, searching for any wound. But the man did his job well, and no blood was coming. Her hazel eyes watched as the man walked over to Signit and did his work, this time injecting the needle into the boy’s eye, causing the Hufflepuff to gasp and start forward.
She was stopped in her tracks before she ever reached Dante or Signit. For she had seen something out of the corner of her eye, something that made her a bit confused. “What the hell…” She whispered, looking at the trees. Eyes…. “I could have sworn…” The drug has started its effect, and the overdose was worse, Roan was a small girl, five foot two and weighing a tad over a hundred pounds. Walking over to one of the tall trees that graced the forest, she put a hand on the bark, completely forgetting the fact that she was in the company of two madmen. And with a small gasp she jumped away. Eyes, the trees had eyes. Large eyes of dull brown, but menacing and glaring. And staring straight at her.
Roan was silent, and scared, this seemed so real. And yet it shouldnt be. Trees couldnt stare, trees didnt have eyes. But that drug had its hold on her. There was more then just eyes now. Arms, long with claws, claws that reached out towards her to rip and to shred. The Hufflepuff jumped away from her imaginary attacker, frantic to get away from that tree trying to hurt her. Turning around she saw more trees going with the suit, their branches becoming arms, moving and swaying depsite their size. Until they finally broke free of the ground, moving on non-existant legs. "Keep away...This isnt real, this cant be happening..." Roan told herself again and again, backing away from the trees and turning again and again. They became more menacing by the second, walking towards her.
One tree clawed at her shoulder, and Roan could feel it, she swore she could feel its bark scratching against her skin, rough and harsh. But surprisingly the girl didnt notice that even though there was pain, there was no mark, and no blood there to be seen from the encounter. The trees gained more awkwardly human traits, sprouting mouths and noses and ears. The worst was the teeth when they opened their mouths. Dark brown, rotten, moldy. Their breath was rank, and Roan could smell it, vividly. The 'Puff put one hand over her mouth to keep from smelling the breath of the trees, and to muffle a scream, something that would have echoed for a very long time in the forest. The other went around her waist in a defensive position. The girl was done trying to convince herself it wasnt real, for this was more real than reality itself.
It became worse, they started to speak. Their voices were rough, like they had been devoid of moisture for several years. You burned us Roan, you burned us. As you have said before, one ill turn deserves another. Lets see you suffer with our pain. The claws reached out and were grabbing at her robes, at her hair, at her skin, wanting to rip and tear and to harm. "No! Get off of me, get away from me!" Roan screamed, flailing her arms and stumbling backwards. Her arms hit the tree's arms, but they didnt break, only grabbed her tighter and moving in closer and closer on the girl as she fought back. The Hufflepuff tripped over a root and fell straight to the forest floor, still flailing against the attackers that werent there. It must have been quite the sight for Fenris and Dante. She must have looked like she went insane.
Suffer our pain! The trees said again, and within moments, Roan worst fear had come to life. Fire, fire was all over her skin and her clothes. It was burning, eating away at her skin. Her eyes were watering from the smoke and her nose could smell the smell of burning flesh. Burning that wasnt really there. "No! No no no!" Roan shrieked, standing back up and backing away until she ran into a stationary tree. Her hands were beating at the flames that werent there, attempting to extinguish them. But whenever she put one out another came. The fire grew and grew and grew. It was a vivid red, all the colors before her eyes were very vivid and clear. But the fire most of all. It was like a beacon against the dullness of the forest. The tree she had backed into wrapped its arms around her waist and held her there. Held here there as she burned like a traitor.
It was like walking into a nightmare, nobody could do anything about it. Roan was facing some of her worst fears in hallucinations, while Fenris and Dante watched her. She couldnt even see them, they werent there. All there was was a rebelling forest and the fire. The girl was sure her life was over, and couldnt seem to wake up from this horrible dream. While in this hallucination, she couldnt feel the physical effects on her body. She was trembling, and her heart was racing quickly, breathing rapid because of it. Roan had forgotten her entire mission to protect Signit. She had forgotten everything but the visions in front of her lying eyes.
OOC: Confusing, no? Blue is her hallucinations, the things that arent really happening, red is the trees talking. Thought color coding would make things easier. And Dante or Fenris, PM me if you think this post isnt good enough or needs to be changed, I will edit accordingly or just redo the thing
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Signit Sonata
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Post by Signit Sonata on Jan 8, 2006 18:09:10 GMT
OOC: I deleted my last post. Dante, I am through with this. I can say how my character acts without your say of how. and Also, In you last posts, I assumed that when you said "Didn't bother to seal up the wound" You meant that my eye would bleed, and if my eye began to bleed, then it's usually ruined. OK? And I am fully aware that people can live without a limb, but you made it sound like you were going to dismember me! Two different concepts there. Understand?
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Post by Maí Lé Rosà on Jan 9, 2006 4:57:59 GMT
{ooc}: You say you can say how your character acts without Dante's say of how, yet you delete your post. Tsk. As far as I can see, yes, your eye probably is ruined, and using your next words, people can live without eyes too. In addition to that, anyone living in this forest could dismember you and you could still live, so it would not falter us in the slightest. Oh, and Signit/Ark - or whatever else you decide to call yourself -, half-demons do not exist on this site. I know Eurus far better than you ever will, and I also know that thread you talk of. He did not make you a half-demon, because such things do not exist here. I have confirmed so with Wilting Rose if it quenches your surprise any. Finally, Roan, that was a very good post. I hope nobody minds me joining in. {bic}: The visions in front of her lying eyes. Here was another one. The girl's wand was safely dispatched to Fenris and Dante had injected her with a hallucination-inducing drug; all the more exciting to play with. The creatures around the girl could only wonder what horrific sights were playing before her delusional mind. Taking this opportunity, Mai finally weaved her way around the charred trees of the forest and came to stand meters before the girl writhing on the ground. Her garnet eyes swung left to Dante and she winked, then right to Fenris, and she faintly inclined her head, greeting both of them as suited. The girl was definitely theirs to toy with, but the demoness could not miss out on all the excitement brewing in the burnt corner of the forest, and surely the two male creatures on either side of her were not about to reject her entry into the party. Why, she had every desire to meet their guests of honour. Her attention did not falter from the girl for a second, for although there was also a boy in their midst - knocked out or whatnot - the demoness had dealt with him far too many times to breathe satisfaction at seeing him harmed by her own hands. Silently though, she wondered how the storage for his next generation was healing, for the last time they had met, she had given him quite the greeting by a cocked magnum and a bullet directly between the legs. Just the thought could have killed most males. Running her hand back through long ivory hair, the demoness walked forward, no doubt escorting the trees that leaned down to pick and pry at Roan's body. Her own body leaned forward and both her burning hands came around the upper-arms of the girl to lift her up onto her feet. Mai kept her hands on the girl's skin, holding her in a standing position while the heated palms of her hands sizzled and ate away the layers of flesh on the girl's arms. The awful smell of roast skin wafted around the area and the smoke swirled forward to the demoness, dancing around her rose-cream corsétted gown. Her tresses were sent into a whispering flicker of strands and finally as blood began to seep and set in the white-hot underside of her hands, she pulled them away, leaving the student with two equally indented gaps to the sides of her upper-arms. The detail in each hanging, bloody tendon, muscle and spurting vein was almost beautiful. Mai tilted her head like a curious child and took a single step back to observe her handiwork.
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Post by Dante on Jan 10, 2006 2:56:55 GMT
OOC: If this post sucks, please notify me so I can change it. I'm a bit tired right now and I can't quite remember what I wrote previously all too well IC: As the girl began to hallucinate, Dante stopped his fists from flying. He sensed another being nearby, he knew the scent well enough to spot it in a crowded area. Her presence was not expected in the least. Dante had originally intended to be the only non-student decimating the pair of children. At the lycan's entrance he realized that his intentions would not hold up, but accepted fate as it came about. The tales of destruction and woe that preceded Fenris smoothed over any discrepancies that Dante may have had about the lycan's presence. Dante had continued his work as though Fenris didn't even exist. He payed the lycan no attention because in the present situation, no notice was due in Dante's eyes. The moment that the demoness's scent drifted through the air Dante stopped delivering the beating to Signit. He knew it was her, the distinct smell of beauty gave it away. In Dante's eyes Mai possessed more beauty than even God himself could attribute to a being. The passion that she had for destruction that she showed at times was like reading poetry, each verse more entrancing than the last. As Mai entered the clearing she appeared almost angelic, but Dante knew that her intentions were not of playing a harp or spreading good will toward all men on Earth. A more painful path was one that she walked as she entered the clearing. Her fiery eyes revealed that to all those who could still see the world as it was. As Mai's garnet eyes fell upon Dante he lowered his hood and dropped to a knee. His long, flowing, white hair hung almost to the forest floor. His eyes were averted for a few moments, but then returned to Mai as she approached the girl. This would not be something that Dante would want to miss. As the flesh was being seared off the girl, Dante was absorbing as much of it as he could. He was drinking deeply into the sight of the girl being burned by the demoness. His fascination with pain was being fed in increasing amounts as Mai incinerated Roan's forearms.
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Post by -Roan- on Jan 10, 2006 4:11:08 GMT
OOC: I thought you guys were never going to post >.< BIC: I linger in the doorway of alarm clock screaming monsters calling my name let me stay where the wind will whisper to me where the raindrops as they're falling tell a story Tick tock tick tock, your time is up, pay the price. Their menacing voices were still screeching in her head, some low and bass, others high and hard to the ears, like nails on a chalkboard. They honed in on her, faces too defined to be real, as if every crevice in the bark of the trees was cut so it was to be magified. "Please stop..." Roan cried, her voice between screams as she still fought off attackers. The girl fell to her knees, eyes unfocused, unable to concentrate. All there that was there was the constant fire inside of her skin, and the angry voices in her mind. No matter how many times she fought one off, another took its place, grabbing at her arms and her clothing, her hair and face. She could almost see her blood dripping slowly onto the forest floor, mingling with the burnt bark and the dry leaves and snow. "Get it off of me!" Her voice echoed through the close confines of the Forbidden Forest as she sat there flailing her arms about like a mad person, trying to escape. Thats all she wanted, was to escape. The girl didnt even notice Mai entering, that was until she got closer. The woman didnt look like the demoness she had seen in the Common Room, the horrifying monster who had ripped through her friends like they were clay. She bore the face..well, rather, faces, of her enemies. One moment she looked Fenris was staring at her, the next, Xailyn, the next, Dante, until she couldnt disern what was what. Roan shriekd and pulled at her attackers when Mai was close by. Even though the demoness didnt speak, words seemed to fill her mind, directed from the hallucination. Now now now, take your punishment girl. Dont burn the forest, it will burn you back. You never should have come here, now pay the price in your worst fears. Those demonic hands were lain on her arms, and for a moment it seemed the trees backed away. Their cruel eyes were focused on her, sinister smiles on her attacker. Their job was done, now they got to torment, see the girl feel pain. Leering gazes still followed the girl, but she was too preoccupied to do anything about it.Don't say Im out of touch with this rampant chaos - your reality I know well what lies beyond my sleeping refuge the nightmare I built my own world to escape The pain was intensified by the state of Roan's mind, and her eyes clenched shut, leaving her in impecible darkness where there was no salvation. She whimpered and cried at first when Mai began, trying to force all the images from her mind. But then it dawned on her and Roan opened her eyes to see her attacker as the burning grew stronger and stronger until Roan was screaming. Mai's leering face was there, she didnt need to see the faces of her enemies, this one was right in front of her. The searing pain of the demoness's hands was almost too much for the 'Puff to bear, and she screamed until she had no more breath, tears running down her face as she struggled against the hands. Finally she was released, the burning and ache and blood still there. Mai pulled away, and Roan fell to the ground. For a moment there, she flashed into the real world. Saw Dante and Fenris and Mai as they were, glanced and saw Signit. But that was all her mind would allow her. Even with her hallucinations, the girl was aware what had happened. She was crying with pain as the darkness came back around her, trees going back to their positions, new visions coming before her eyes. Shaky hands went to the clean indents in her arms, and felt the blood flow from those places, where everything had been ruined. Roan whimpered and wanted to scream again, but she couldnt, she couldnt catch her breath long enough. You arent done yet are you? You still have that fighting spirit in you. Even after we teach you a lesson, you never give up. Lets continue then, shall we. That voice, unhumane and yet so real. Goading her into the next hallucination, the trees had done all they could. Swallowed up in the sound of my screaming cannot cease for the fear of silent nights oh how I long for the deep sleep dreaming the goddess of imaginary light "I defy you..." Roan whispered in real, her eyes clenched shut as she was lying on the Forest Floor, shaking from the pain in her arms, and the shock. Real blood, not imagined by her this time, seeped down and mingled with the dirt and charred remains of trees and plants, staining the ground beneath the broken girl a deep crimson. You defy no-one. Darkness. Pure, unbroken, unfaltering darkness. She couldnt see, she couldnt hear, she couldnt smell. It was like there was nothing, and she was lying in the middle of it, shrouded in it, no light to be found. Roan wasnt afraid of the dark usually, but with this drug, that made it worse. Im trapped, Im trapped, I cant get out. The girl's breathing quickened as she was lying there on the floor, her eyes still shut. She was deathly white, from blood loss and pure shock. "Let me out, its so dark, let me out." Then open your eyes.
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Post by Signit Sonata on Jan 10, 2006 20:56:37 GMT
OOC: *Sighs* Ok. Sorry about the meltdown. But, since you all probably don't care whether I am sorry or not, I'll just go ahead and post. I just need to know one thing, if Roan got dosed up with 2 ounces, then what about me?
BIC:
Shapes began to form in front of Signit's eyes. At first, they were just dark blobs of matter, but slowly, they began to take shape. They were monsters. All of them. The first group were imps, goblins, and other smaller creatures. Then the second group formed. Chimeras, Sphinxes, A Basilisk, and a battalion of Giants gathered around him in a tight circle. Scanning the mob, he noticed one final blob, this one bigger than any others. Out of it formed a dragon, it's red/gold scales gleaming.
Turning to run, Sig willed his legs to move, but there was no action. He was rooted in fear and his wand was nowhere to be found. He was helpless in front of an army of some of the most dangerous creatures throughout the wizarding world. Sig watched as one goblin slowly made its way up to him, wearing what he swore was a smirk. Without warning, the goblin began to pummel his ribs, one crushing blow after another. Sig recoiled from the pain, trying to flee. But he still couldn't move.
Suddenly the punches stopped. He wasn't sure what had stole the goblin's attention, but he thanked if a million times over. Inching his eyes open, Sig searched the cause of the distraction.
What he saw immediately wished that the goblin was still pummeling him.
It was a human-shaped thing. He didn't know exactly how to describe it. All he knew is that it was evil. Not evil like the monster. Pure evil. The being walked between the monster, weaving a path to him.
"Wh-what do you want!?" he gasped, eying the being. And without even seeing it, he knew that the thing was smiling.
"Why, to see you in pain of course." came a wheezy answer. It almost sounded as if Sig's Grandfather had answered him. The being pulled a wand out of nowhere, then looked at him evilly. "Crucio." he said coldly, pointing wand at Signit. A scream of agony tore out of him. It felt as thousands of white-hot needle were being shoved into him.
OOC: Is that good enough? Also, the goblin punching him was obviously when Dante pummeled him.
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Dante
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Post by Dante on Feb 1, 2006 22:40:35 GMT
OOC: Sorry it took so long to reply, my muse ran away for a while. Also, Sig, I know that you were intending that as an insult... But you should remember that goblins are roughly three feet tall and Dante is about six and a half feet tall.
IC: Dante listened as the flesh on Roan's arms sizzled and watched as Mai released the girl. A cruel grin was plastered on Dante's face, it was one of the few times that he ever smiled. His eyes traced Roan as she staggered in place, she fell to the ground in painful realization of what had truly happened. What her eyes were telling her was probably as devastating as what had happened. Dante knew that the girl was in agony when she began to beg to be released from the pain. He knew that she wouldn't try to stop him any longer. Signit was all his.
Dante looked down once more at the ground, almost as if he were nodding to the girl telling her that she was free to go. He stayed in his crouched position for a moment longer then sprung into the air. As he jumped he whipped around with his foot extended just the right length. The blow came in with a solid impact onto Signit's upper jaw. The boy would probably be spitting teeth for a week if he managed to live. Dante came back down in the same position the he started in. He stood and spun quickly with his fist extended this time. The metal on his gauntlet sliced up the entire left side of the boy's face. Dante stopped his momentum so that he was now facing the boy. He balled his hand into a fist once more but then extended the first two fingers.
Dante used his left hand to pull down on Sig's lower jaw. He proceeded to then insert the two extended fingers into the boy's mouth. The metal tips that were his fingers began to dig into the flesh of the right cheek from the inside. He kept forcing the cheek to split and for blood to continue to flow into the boy's mouth. Two metallic points began to show as Dante's fingers began to pierce through Signit's cheek. With one last quick jab he curled both fingers so that they pierced through the cheek completely. A hole large enough for someone to easily put two or three fingers through was now in Signit's right cheek. Dante jerked his fingers out of the human's mouth, the wound was becoming larger with everything that Dante did. Dante then waited for Sig to beg for his life, or at least try to.
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