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Post by Galeon Chaos on Jun 3, 2009 18:26:26 GMT -5
((OOC: ooo...This could be fun haha))
Galeon watched as Jas and Kyran ran forward after he told them to go ahead.
" You know your probably right...Letting us live was pretty much a bad idea..."
He smirked as he unsheathed his sword.
" I'll try to keep it interesting for you demoness but I can't promise anything.."
Astaroth sighed as the two ran at each other sword and scythe ready to strike. They collided both parrying each others attacks. They jumped back a few feet and then dashed forward once more. Astaroth sliced upward with the blade of her scythe and Galeon parried it. With the follow through Astaroth smacked Galeon's bad leg with the end of the scythe.
" Agh...Damn leg... I suppose that explosion was your doing as well wasn't it?"
Galeon winced in pain as he stood up again. He charged at her his sword aimed for her throat. Last minute he ducked down a bit and jabbed at her side, she dodged it and Galeon followed through with his shoulder to her gut. He then wrapped his arms around her and lifted her off the roof and slammed her backwards into it behind him. The roof cracking as he jumped backwards away from her.
" How's that for exciting?"
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Post by Iole on Jun 3, 2009 18:27:38 GMT -5
::Nyx::
Nyx: But I will serve the one I have chosen, just as you have yours. It is our code. The one true thing in the lives of killers like us.
::Astaroth::
::The demoness leaps back to her feet, using her wings to float in the air::
Astaroth: Good, I think I'll enjoy playing with you.
::She rockets forward, her scythe raised. Galeon blocks it, but Astaroth thrusts her tail. He dodges that one as well as ducks under her wings as she swings their razor edge for his throat::
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Post by Oliver on Jun 3, 2009 18:30:36 GMT -5
Oliver slides the push-cart into the dumbwaiter, closes its door and presses the down button before hopping down the stairs. Down a flight, he arrives on a landing connected to a long hallway, like the one above, made of marble, glass, and brass. The extravagance is sicking in Oliver's eyes and adverts his eyes by checking the map once more. He's not far now, through the royal kitchen, down into the inner-workings of the Palace and to the spot designated.
Oliver opens the dumbwaiter door and see that the books have fallen about and the bomb lays cockeyed off the cart. Not wanting to deal with this, Oliver just takes the bomb and leaves the cart behind. He'll find something else to move the bomb, perhaps in the kitchen.
He walks cautiously down the hall, in the distance the sounds of people going about their daily work, cleaning, sweeping, the basic needs the Regent desired done to make his palace comfortable.
((Told ya))
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Post by Nu on Jun 3, 2009 18:41:49 GMT -5
::Kamikaze::
You're right. ::He draws his katana:: But what my master has set out to do is done, it'll be a matter of time before the dark scions walk this world again under his control.
Yami
::She turns her other arm into a blade and drives it above her. Using her sword arms as pikes, she climbs back up the wall::
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Post by Iole on Jun 3, 2009 18:48:06 GMT -5
::Iole watches as the little girl struggles to make her way back up, using her wings to keep herself airborne. One well placed blast could easily be the end of her. But something stops her this time, and she's almost happy at her hesitation because it assures her that there is some human left in her. Iole had every possible advantage in this fight now. Yami had no footing and she could fly. She had the advantage is size and strength as well. If she was going to kill her (and she had a feeling she'd have to if she was going to get to Oliver), it would be a fair fight. She nose dives down, shrinking back to her human form but keeping her wings out. She soars upward along the wall, grabbing Yami as she passes. She doesn't stop until they're on the roof. She drops Yami and lowers herself back down, drawing her wings back in. She says nothing as Yami gets back to her feet::
::Nyx::
Nyx: Then I will die for the miss. That is my choice. I am a ronin no longer.
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Post by Galeon Chaos on Jun 3, 2009 18:51:25 GMT -5
" AH! Those are sharp you know!"
He laughs as he runs at her and disappears just before getting to her. He appears on the other side of her and grabs her tail and starts spinning her. He then slams her into the roof again on his left and then his right before throwing her away from him. She stopped in the air and looked at him angrily. She swooped in at him and picked him up and flew higher as Galeon tried to beat her off of him.
" Come on let go of me!"
" As your wish!"
She lets go of him and he starts to descend back to the roof top. Astaroth then descended after him grabbing him and continued the fall. They crashed into the roof going through it this time. As the smoke cleared Galeon and Astaroth both pushed rubble off of them and stood again.
" Damn roofs, aren't as good as they used to be..."
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Post by Nu on Jun 3, 2009 18:55:02 GMT -5
::Yami::
::She dusts herself off before looking to Iole as she stands:: "Thanks for the help." ::She moves a few bangs out of her hair:: "You might of already guessed I'm a shapeshifter, like you."
::Kamikaze::
Then let us begin this dance of ours. For it may be our last encounter. ::He runs at her, but she sees him forming two illusions, both them with shadows as well, making ti hard to tell which one was real::
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Post by Iole on Jun 3, 2009 19:02:25 GMT -5
::Iole::
I kind of figured. I'll tell you my story if you tell me yours.
::She holds up her hands, showing Yami she hasn't morphed them yet::
::Nyx::
::Nyx throws three shurikens. The illusions evaporate, but the real Kamikaze dodges just before leaping for her. Nyx crosses her blades to keep his from connecting with her face::
Nyx: Then let's make it a good one.
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Post by Nu on Jun 3, 2009 19:11:11 GMT -5
::Yami::
::She hesistaes but eventually her emotionless fasade falls:: "I once had a mother and father, before what made me me. I don't remember them, all I remember was hearing tires screeching and the sound of crunching metal then all was black. I heard voices talking, one wanted to kill me for some reason, the other wanted me to prove my worth. When I woke up, I was pitted against someone. I don't know how it happened, but my body was able to change. I black out again, but when I came to, my opponent was dead. I later found out how my powers came to be. My genetic structure was altered by gene therapy. The gene they used to modify me, was from you."
::Kamikaze::
Agreed. ::he applies more force to push her back. But he breaks the stalemate by jumping back. He notices the battleground, noting where the shadows were and to stay away from::
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Post by Oliver on Jun 3, 2009 19:15:00 GMT -5
Oliver makes his way into the Palace kitchen, the workers pay little attention to Oliver as they carry out their cooking. According to the intelligence, a sympathizer has prepped some keys and a possible service cart for him to use, left in a supply closet and as, the papers suggested, it was. Under the white cloth of the service cart were the keys to the back passageways. Oliver places the device in the bottom of the cart and pockets the keys.
He leaves the kitchen, heading into a back door that takes him into a dingy service hallway with sterile lighting and chemically smell. He wheels the squeaky cart past servants and Guards, none of which the wiser to their impending doom wheeling past them.
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Post by Nu on Jun 3, 2009 19:17:30 GMT -5
::Unknown to Oliver, the golem that was summoned used the stone the palace was made of to fallow him by sinking into the stone. It didn't know nor care where and what Oliver was doing. Its only goal was to stop him by any means necessary::
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Post by Eva Natsuki on Jun 3, 2009 19:28:11 GMT -5
(OOC-Hmmm seems like i can join in now wooot!)
::Eva floated down from the sky dodging the explosions in the air as she was growing more and more agitated by the second::
First I find out that Iole and Ollie got into more trouble now I have things firing at me...I'm one ticked off angel....
::She continued to fly towards the direction she feel's Iole's prescence in, due to the hairclip::
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Post by Oliver on Jun 3, 2009 20:08:30 GMT -5
Turning right, down a utility passage, then another hallway, past pipes and steam and a ever growing dark path. It feels as if he's walking into the after-life with each step, the echoes of his life bouncing off the cold walls.
Then, he comes upon the door to his end. The secondary boiler room of the Palace, situation dead center in the lower half of the structure. He takes the bomb from the cart and slides it away before entering into the humid room.
Inside, it is a dimly lit place, loud and warm. He walks down the metal stairs to the floor, passes around the pipes till he comes to the center of the place where he sets the bomb down. He looks it over, running his hand along its cold surface. He fiddles with a few buttons and nobs, bringing the device alive. All now, is to press the detonator.
Oliver sits down, cross-legged in front of it and pulls out the little red book, flipping through some of his favorite passages and lines, reading them briefly. He sets the book down beside him, then pulls out the well worn book, "Dual Winds" The Adventures of Gabriel and Lillith", He flips through the book, remembering the happy day Iole had given it to him. His first and only birthday party he had ever had. The book helped him learn to read and write, copying the words and letters out of it. Flipping through it, a photograph falls out, one he has been using as a bookmark. One of the pictures Adrian had given him of his mother. He gazes at the black and white surface, running his fingers over his mother face.
"See ye soon, mum."
He looks up from the photograph to the bomb, the terrible child. Will it hurt, he wonders. The strange thoughts of what could death be like linger on his mind, before turning back to the thoughts of Iole once more.
He can still smell her as clear as if she was beside him, that delicate sweet scent. He looks at the cloth in his hand, thinking about what could she be doing. Is she crying, angry, proud? He hates to see those pretty eyes of her crying.
Clenching the cloth in his grip, he looks back to the device and reaches for the detonator, but stops short. He sighs in frustration and anger, conflicted with himself. He knows he must do it for the good of the people but can't bear the thoughts of leaving Iole. He growls and hits the device with his hand.
"Mum..." he frustratedly moans out. "W'at s'ould I do? Te'l me..."
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Post by Nu on Jun 3, 2009 21:14:15 GMT -5
::Unknown to Oliver, the golem rises out of the stone floor as if it was water. As soon as its out the stone, it raises its fist high to strike him down with one hit::
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Post by Oliver on Jun 3, 2009 21:26:50 GMT -5
Oliver's keen senses detect something approaching towards him from behind. He rolls away just as the golem brings it's fist down onto the spot he where he was just sitting. The shock rattles the bomb and Oliver's nerves. His back is pressed up against a boiler pipe, looking up at the stone beast before him.
"W'at t'e he'ls!?" He yelps as he rolls back and over the pipe, putting it between himself and the golem. "W'oa t'ere. Don't be so hasty."
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Post by Nu on Jun 3, 2009 21:29:36 GMT -5
::The golem doesn't speak but approaches. It grabs the pipe and wrenches it away, blowing steam between it and Oliver. It goes to strike again, but its too slow as Oliver dodges it again. The steam coming from the torn pipe doesn't bother it as it turns its attention back to the bermecian::
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Post by Oliver on Jun 3, 2009 21:39:05 GMT -5
"Not good! Not good!" Oliver yelps as he crawls away, under pipes and other utilities. He stops and looks, the golem continuing it's crawl towards him. He scurries onto his feet and hops over another pipe. He runs to the stairs and turns, drawing his father's golden comb. "A'right, not go'in to let ye ruin t'is." He runs the comb through his head hair, then smirks. "Try t'is!" With graceful wisps of his hand, the hairs grow and wiggle their way to the construct, wrapping around it's limbs and pulling taut as he flicks the comb like a fishing rod.
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Post by Nu on Jun 3, 2009 21:41:21 GMT -5
::The golem struggles against the hair before it sinks into the floor, freeing it. It's hands grab his feet from under him as it raises up from the stone stairs, leaving Oliver to hang upside down::
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Post by Oliver on Jun 3, 2009 21:49:36 GMT -5
"Eeek!" Oliver squirms useless against the Golem's strength, still with the comb, he causes the hair to wrap around the golem's legs and trip him and manages to squirm himself free. He runs down the stairs and turns. "W'at t'e hell are ye!" He yells, then looks over to the where the bomb rests. He shakes his head no, not yet.
He looks back to the golem, smirks, and whistles, luring it over to the boilers. "Come, fo'low me."
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Post by Nu on Jun 3, 2009 21:51:02 GMT -5
::The golem sinks back into the floor, leaving Oliver onguard as to where it might show up, now that he knows it can travel through the stone::
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