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"Standards? Yeah i'd like to think I set standards for myself pretty high. That's why I train so hard." He said with an idle shrug, doing his best to completely play dumb at the card she was tugging at, over and over again. Facial features failed to betray even the smallest glint that he knew what she was talking about, and Greed would place the bottle to his lips once more. Your secret is safe with me. innocent and mockingly reassuring words caused the demon to choke on his drink, inadvertently spraying a fine mist of alcohol into the cold air. he coughed a couple of times before a confused and bloody gaze turned to the feral again. The sharpness of his mind gradually slipped away the more he drank, his gaze growing slightly clouded as he passed the halfway point on his bottle. Unlike Red, Greed couldn't keep drinking forever. His tolerance was high though, and the demon was nowhere even near his limit yet. "Preciouss? If you consider a baadass like me 'precious', then I am more than a liiittle concerned with your mental health." His replies beginning to take on slight slurs, almost unnoticeable unless the listener paid close attention. "Real? she already is real, trust m-" the flow of words was cut off suddenly as she was all of a sudden there. The idea of his lover simply forming out of mid air was ludicrous, but his bloody oceans remained riveted to golden shores all the same. The look in her eyes was maddening, and would cause the demon to shift forward and off the pillar. She dropped to hands and knees, and Greed felt a familiar stirring of the beast in between his thighs. She was now eye level to him, though her eyes were not currently what the crimson gaze was interested in. The were currently down the passage of sheer and almost see through clothes, resting on the angel's ample cleavage. A stupid and intoxicated smile spread across Greed's face as Alex neared, ebony palm moving forward to place itself against his wife's chest. Greed didn't care if Red was there and watching, his temptation lay directly in front of him; the presence always at the back of his mind, no matter what he was thinking about. Claws went directly through the illusion and just like that she was gone, dissapearing into a fine mist of white and platinum gold that rose to the heavens. Awestruck and wanting facial features shifted to a mask of confusion, before taking on a form of dissapointment. He had truely believed that Alex was there, though for what reason he could not say. Perhaps the drink that he loved so much diluted the berserker's mind more than he thought. Greed looked from the empty air where his paramour was moments ago up at Red, who was watching in amusement. No doubt she got a kick out of watching that; not that Greed really cared what she thought of the display. Alex was his wife after all, and there was no shame in missing her. Bare and defined shoulders shrugged at her reply. It didn't really tell Greed anything about his Captain, but he would not press the subject further, knowing full well how annoyed he got when people pressed on with a subject he did not feel like discussing. While Greed was many bad things, he was not a hypocrite. The Diabolus decided to get away from the subject of wants and needs. All it did was make him want Alex to be there, since it was cold outside and he needed his space heater. "How'ss Jace doin'? I haven't talked to him since I fought Papa Ssmurf." Jumping onto the first subject he could find. Normally, the demon preferred silence, only speaking when he thought of some clever and caustic remark. But who the hell has ever been a silent drunk?
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"If you don't give me what I want, this might be rather... messy."
Posted: Sat Jan 18, 2014 12:42 pm
RED⋮ xCAPTAIN OF NOCTURNE⋮ xBERSERKER ██████████████████████████████████████ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ xxx↳ // EXPERT xxx ↳ // 4500x l x4500 xxx ↳ // 9 x l x 7
To assume her scent was natural would be a folly most foul. There was chaos in that feral's body. An energy of indescribable horror. She had been human, once upon a time. Though her anatomy hardly resembled her origins now, from the smoldering locks turning from a bloodred tangerine to the pearly silk strands and a uniquely acquired set of curves. She had forsaken her humanity in favor of a life filled with the purest bliss. A life she desired to share with only one other person, Greed; however, was not him. Though toying with the half-demon was entertainment enough. She reached out to him with her empty hand, a finger smudged with dirt, her skin flawlessly dewy and that of his lover.
"He, is doing just fine. In the vault still, I suppose." She answered with that smile. The one that threatened to tear his drunken, passive demeanor to shreds. If he took her hand, she would grip it with an affectionate firmness. A lover's grip, that perfect balance of pressure exerted. Her skin was as silky as her tone, its smooth texture only interrupted by the spiraling golden patterns woven into her eye's tapestry. Assuming Greed had taken her hand, she would now cup it in both of her own and lean forward to leer wildly into his oculars. There wasn't even a trace of sanity left in those gilded eyes. It had been replaced by so much more. So much that she was willing to share.
Naught for the sound of the hum of the echo was felt in the spaces where her ears could hear. She felt the change before any of the shifts occurred. Felt the heat rising as it sold the story off to her chest with a heart beating tuned to the throes of that undulant pulse in realities vein. Her tank top still charred and ripped, yet, the pleasant peaks tingled through the shirt. It almost burned for the heat boiling off her flesh for that absolute understanding that dawned with the sound of a clapping in her ears. The invader of Red's space made for the instrument of it's choosing. The keys plinked in spiderweb play below those possible fingers. She cared not for the mask the sin wore. It was as irrelevant. What she cared for was the telltale throe of sound that came from parted lips, a hungry desire that aimed to consume and devour.
Playing predictably in the chaos.
Anarchy has a tune if you know it’s flavor… And it was timed to a metronome tuned into the being’s very soul.
Red, Lust, knew the song as assuredly as she knew herself.
"Greed....desire is a dangerous thing." The devil spoke with a forked tongue and a mirthful grin, his face held dangerously close to the woman he so desperately wanted. Yes, he desired her. He had to have her. His face was dangerously close, the smell of her body stronger than ever before, and that desire to simply press his lips to her and take his heart's desire was nigh irresistible. He would have her by her own volition though. It wasn't enough to have her, he needed for her to want him to have her.
Though his angel rocked backwards and stood up, black leather snugly fit each and every curve, accenting the supple behind that hands smacked down on as the sin strolled around. "You make it so easy." A torch, a light weight shift of vexing muscle and limbs reached skyward, arcing her towards the magnet. A playful pout turning down the pink, slick, vessels heavily heaved a longing exhale. As he drew near, closer, she would turn, stepping back in the process so that the mere feet remained between the twain. "You neeeeeed to hear it, remember? Come on, say it. You want to. Just this one time..pleaseeee?" Allowing the echo to overtake the voice; ignoring the falsehood that prayed on the truth she knew. His temptress seized a wanting lip, teeth grazing the beacon of lustful words so that the pink turned to a slight cherry and then switched back again.
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Posted: Sat Jan 18, 2014 2:14 pm
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Passive onyx eyebrows lifted high tanned brow at the sight of his lover. It really wasn't fair, how easily the sin managed to find his desire and the best way to manipulate it; while his ring protected him from seduction, it couldn't protect him from his mind's own craving, which was the platinum blonde beauty who extended a slender hand to him. If he wasn't so hammered, he probably would have laughed his a** off at the ploy. But right now, the Diabolus was reeled in hook, line, and sinker. Ebony hand ventured into the comforting grasp, though there was something tugging at the back of his mind oddly. Conflicted red seas met with the wanting gilded crescents, so alluring and familiar to him. It was all he could do to resist his urge to lean forward and close the distance between him as he was so accustomed to doing. Desire is a dangerous thing, Greed. He could not help but release a heated exhale as she rose, watching the temptress walk away with that confident swinging stride. It would only serve to increase the stirring he felt as porcelain palms smacked against her tattered, leather covered flank. Her next words made the Diabolus suspicious though. A flicker of doubt sparked behind the demon's eyes, and he would allow his vision to slip into a seperate plane, one where he saw things by energy alone. What he expected to see wasn't there; no blinding light, no big flash of divine energy invaded his occulars. There was just... nothing. The tiny spark of doubt solidified, and the demon would instantly chuckle. "Yeah, I do need to hear it... but I need to hear it from Aaaalex. A. L. E. X. Jeez, she would prob-probably kiiiill me if she saw this s**t. Drunk and droolin' all over my captain. Now um... can ya change back? The illusion is makin' me uncomfortablyy hard, Like you are seriously giving me the most awkward drunk boner eeever. And you know something, I have to piss. Really, really badly. But I can't piss, because you STIIILL look like my wwife, and I SSSTILL have an awkward hard on. Have you ever tried to pisss with an... with an awkward hard on? Esspecially i the cold? That ssshit... does not work. Ask anybody else with a d**k, they'll tell you the saaame thing." He said, before lazily reaching for another beer and popping it open, guzzling down some of the dark liquid. He had completely finished the whiskey bottle she had provided him with, but beer was just as good!
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"If you don't give me what I want, this might be rather... messy."
Posted: Sat Jan 18, 2014 2:52 pm
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His angel turned, tawny brows furrowed at his words that he so easily gifted to the sin. "Greed, while you may be a strong fighter, you are a pissant in comparison of brains. You should be weary of your weakness around others, it may pique the wrong voyeur." Lazily she strolled back over to the pillar finding the seated spot beside of the crate and half filled bottle of whiskey. Gold faded, burning embers coming forth from the frothy makeshift facade. Red picked up the bottle and stared hard at her own reflection with in it. Was it really her? No. The flesh was still creamy, no longer livid and rumored with bruises and scars. Staring, further and deeper, the sin began to pick apart its host and the inferno ovals turned to cool cyan. <******** style="color: red">To become that hot coal deep within the dirt. To become that charcoal that knows its worth.
Cheeks flushed in snapshot screens, blazing brightly like that of her mortal self. The familiar icy cold stare was that of the King, and she feared giving away her own secret. Screams roared in the cerebral mushy matter, echoing and thrashing against in protest for release. The spew of consuming wrath from the assailing host, it was a slur of silent swears. The cat was out of the bag and by all that is righteous, it was going back in a ******** box. Coyly, the sin slipped, letting the feral retain the divided sanity and bodily form.
"Why don't you go take a ********' piss you babbling moron?"
Her tone was cynical, bitter, and she did not maintain eye contact while she spoke to him. She did not elaborate, and he'd know better than to ask. She instead looked on, past distance to an invisible horizon...as if she saw nothing at all.
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Posted: Sat Jan 18, 2014 4:17 pm
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"Wellll... you OBVIOUSLY knew I loved her, it didn't really hurt to tell ya I put a ring on it. But yeahhh... just don't tell anybody. Because... yeah, just don't." He said idly with a nonchalant shrug. The insult was taken with impunity, like most insults flung at him were. Haters gonna hate. the Diabolus thought to himself. Devilish vermillion crescents watched in interest as the image faded away, long and beautiful platinum figuratively going up in flames as it took on it's bright fiery crimson color. The demon remained silent for a moment, looking over his Captain as she grew angry and bitter. Denim covered legs unfolded before standing and walking quickly over to a nearby pile of snow, away from the pillar he sat against. Greed knew better than to push on with a subject that the feral didn't want to discuss. It just wasn't in the cards. He undid his pants, zipper squealing in protest as the sound of liquid hitting the cold ground could be heard. After a while he returned to his original seated position. "I have a question... how do you know about her? She's only been in Nocturne I think once, and even then, you... youu never met her. It... just doesn't make sense to me. And how you can trans-transform into her. I've seen a succubi do it before, but that was different. You ain't a succubi, so i'm confused." The Diabolus asked in an inquisitive voice, a curious light behind delving red tones.
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"If you don't give me what I want, this might be rather... messy."
Posted: Sat Jan 18, 2014 4:50 pm
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That swirling roil of smoke spun slow from her nostrils as she blew out a sigh for the sensation that struck her through the air. Literally felt the change. She knew the signs for the tension that hung suddenly in the dusty air of the Colosseum. For this little twitch, or that quiet spoil that sat just a little too long for comfort.
She felt Lust hum beneath her breast as he asked about her.
"You are drunk. I don't know what you are talking about, Greed. Maybe you hit your head a little too hard? I mean, you were rambling on about your wife named Alex, you even spelled it out...then about how you had a boner and needed to piss. I don't even know what to make of it."
The problem was that she knew the whole thing in a blink… It was like learning a language like you’d never spoken in your whole entire life in the space of a hiccup. In a smell on the air or a glance or a tattoo or a touch or a song she saw the actuality of it all. Anyone could actually see it. But as Red had come to learn in whatever extent of time she could call her life, there was a ******** drove of difference between seeing and believing. A difference between knowing and understanding.
Between knowledge…
And wisdom.
The tired circles beneath the eyes of that feral were rubbed with a knuckle from the hand that held her drink. She would hand it off to him, idly playing like she had too much.
"Here. I can't handle anymore."
Of course there was no pain, or suffering, no drilling sensation in her mind. Nothing of the sort, there had not been for a long, long time. A lifetime already forgotten. Shaking her head for the state of nonsense that was surely about the become.
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Posted: Sat Jan 18, 2014 5:38 pm
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"Fine, if you don't want to tell me then don't. But I know what I saw. Even though i'm drunk trust me, I wouldn't tease myself thaaat much. I'm just curious is all. I just find it wierd that you know exactly what turns me on. It's like... creepy I guess?" He stated with a chuckle before waving away the bottle. The last time he drank two bottles of whiskey he had ended up crashing into a house, and waking up on top of Alex in Kusana. While he did not mind the latter part at all, Greed did not want to crash into another random person's house. For a few moments there was naught the demon did but remain silent; the rich and glossy red gaze pensive as he stared at the ground, brows coming together slightly as he sat in deep thought. There was conflict in the red sea, but what thoughts caused the mind to roil and crash in violent waves such as these was unbeknownst to all except the bearer of the burden. His tail began to droop low, before suddenly his gaze snapped up. "Alright, at least gimme a straight answer to this question. WHY did you want to know about her? Like, what is the relevance? I don't think it is only because you take that much interest in my love life" Greed asked, his tone growing frustrated. He was searching for at least one easy to understand answer here. With every question he asked, she just made him more and more confused with every answer she gave him.
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"If you don't give me what I want, this might be rather... messy."
Posted: Sat Jan 18, 2014 6:27 pm
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Dead eyes stared out and surveyed the half-demon, he seemed to question an absolute, a monster that was far greater in strength than he could imagine. As he continued to inquire and stammer, she would indulge him, just this once.
"It is my madness form. I take the shape of whatever you want, if you want it bad enough. Or I can project it."
It was a blatant lie but not one that he could distinguish between fact or fiction. Her lines were far too blurry for him, he couldn't sense the change in energy; after all, she snuffed it out. He wouldn't notice a rapid heartbeat when she had none, there was not a single betrayal on her stoic features. Her nose wrinkled some, a look that seemed to have trouble deciding between disgust and amusement coming over her face as she spoke, tone hinting a bit more toward disgust.
"Michael ********' Nocturnal... it's like Thomas Anderson and Crayola had retarded love children. The relevance is clear! Do you have brain? Or did you s**t it out the last time you were in the loo? It is good to know the strengths and weaknesses of your comrades, and you and I...well, we are like partners, in some warped, sick, twisted fashion....I guess. Stop ********' giving me that look before I slap it off your face."
Her eyes were focused forward, unblinking amidst the chaos. They were alight, excited and enthralled, wide as they watched with intrigue.
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The suspicious gaze narrowed at her and he would say nothing for a moment, contemplating her answer. There was something askew about it right off the bat to him. Despite the clever answer, there was something just not right... or rather, the lack of something that should be there. Just like when she had morphed into his angel, and there was a lack of holy energy. The thought of Alex solidified his suspicion as his slowed mind finally pushed the final piece of the puzzle into place.Alex is gonna be my tamer, because you need a tamer to exit your madness form... His gaze narrowed even further as he came to the realization. Where's your tamer then, Little Red Riding Hood? the words echoed through his mind, though he would say nothing. Even drunk, the berserker knew the rules of one of the key aspects of his class; it was ingrained into his brain. Another realization entered the intoxicated mind, though it took a while. and she didn't try to rip me to shreds while in her madness form. Even with the nonchalant and reassuring tone, the realization that Red was not telling the truth had rooted in his brain, but Greed wouldn't directly call her out on it. It was like the desert vault, the demon did not know whether he would recieve another delusion if he went down the obvious route. Instead he would remain quiet, slurred words picked carefully, and spoken so he couldn't be misunderstood. "If we're goin' to be partners, realize two things. One... I'm not as stuuupid as you think. The second thing... If you want me to trust ya, then you shouldn't lie to me. I don't trust many people, and I really would be a dumbass if I trusted somebody that can lie to my face without battin' an eye." He said idly, attempting to keep his face calm; though the evil eyes were always the things that betrayed him. If eyes are the window to ones soul, then Greed had some pretty big windows. The demon could play off a calm voice perfectly, he could keep his face as blank as an unused chalkboard; but those knowing lanterns were something prone to betray the facades he threw up. It was honestly probably not the reaction Red had expected to recieve. Then again... that was Greed. Rarely was he predictable, and his reactions sometimes even less so. And though the words held no emotion, the accusation was sewn into the vocabulary he chose. What he said held to be truth; after all, he liked to consider the woman his friend. The feral had a fiery personality; and she had showed him it was absolute fact that her battle prowess more than just rivaled his. They could be an unstoppable force combined. But the basis of trust was him being able to take her word for something. Once again the demon remained silent, though this time the spaded tail darted in front of him. it began scratching at the wet ground in front of the demon, an elaborate design beginning to take place in the killing grounds. A customary habit of the demon's, his viper like appendage could never remain still, even when he attempted his best to look stoic. The demon had many other questions he wanted to ask. He would keep his tongue held though, something that Greed rarely ever did. This was something he did for himself though; he did not want to become more confused than he already was, which was what appeared to happen every time he asked her a question.
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"If you don't give me what I want, this might be rather... messy."
Posted: Sun Jan 19, 2014 12:47 am
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The artifact of all truth, its echo rang aloud for those who knew the truth beneath the veil of this worlds thinly partitioned surface. She knew what it was and what it meant. Knew it like a chime across a quiet morning; like a churchbell for Sunday service, or a whistle for calling dogs. Knew it was a piece of herself once… Or something borrowed. Something left behind or given away or sacrificed for the greater ******** good of all these tiny ******** people in their tiny ******** worlds. Long lost like the pinprick of a recollection within her broken mind, like a scar she had forgotten how she got in the first place. He was asking for it though, practically begging with those redREDred dinnerplate eyes, so wide and questioning. He was struggling, drowning in process, gurgling as saltwater stuck to the corners of his frothing maw.
"One, don't give me ultimatums. Two, I do not think you are stupid and if I imply it, it is only in mockery; however, there will be things you simply can NOT comprehend....." She looked at him, a calm facade but even her eyes beckoned for something that she tried to simplify for him. " You're gonna die, Greed. Someday you will face that moment. And at that moment you will face either complete nonexistence, or you will face something even stranger. On an actual day, Greed, you will be in the unimaginable. It is physically impossible to avoid it. I wanted to run, to duck, to act but the body is a slow wet mechanism of muscle and bone that crept, even as my mind flew. And so just like that, I stepped outside of it." Rising, she stood, turning her back to him as she strode forward, a velvety sincere tone echoing in their crumbled rubble. She spoke to him as though from experience… As though she’d seen the glossy fade of someones eyes as their mind crumbled at the thought of the apocalyptic fathoms of eternal knowledge that swirled within her very fiber unknown to the oblivious and unsuspecting. The parasite went violent, engorging itself on the Berseker's naturally emanated energy. Red's body swelled with the power and ripped open her lungs, heavy shoulders sagged.
"There are parts of you that you have locked away. We all have that place. That room that we try not to bother, that door nailed shut....You can't even handle the truth of yourself."
The feral turned on him, those bloodshot eyes burned with the gaze of someone beaten… But never broken. "Let me show you."
In a slight recline, her smoldering mane shifted and his wife was before him once again but this time Red approached her from behind. Bruised digits glided up the flanks of his angelic lover, the trespassing pried at the sheer top, pulling it up and up and exposed her between the two of them. Then in a rush, Red tossed the tunic groundward and thrusted Alex to him. Her ivory pillars jumped and she would make her way to her demonic lover, lowering, crawling until the huntress was upon her prey. Of course, he knew that she wasn't really real but now she certainly felt it, her stark form brazen and lush against his bare chest and ever loving coiled arms. The illusion mused, humming as she settled herself in his lap.
"There is your truth, in the flesh. Yet, it isn't real, just a different point of view. Truth is not a one way street, it is not a window pane, it is a fun house of mirrors and I simply choose which one you want to look at." The bloodshot gaze narrowed in tempestuous thought, grinding gears of ancient knowledge that shouldn't have harbored the secrets that now swirled behind those tobacco stained eyes. Here was someone who had made their name in the blood of others. Who owned and operated this rubble strewn remainder of a place that drew itself from a principally gladiatorial essence… Her existence was centered around the breaking of others in combat. Yet, beneath it all, the weight of death bore the same tragedy down upon her shoulders as a woman borne of peace and cast in far less bloodthirsty trifles. Beneath that hardness was a woman torn by the pain of loss as much as any he had ever known.
Death, it seemed, revealed the truth of people more often more than Life.
Knowledge was power, absolute and complete. Self-sufficient and self-sustaining. It did not require of her what she so desperately required in her heart of herself but it did require a question. An inquiry. A stimulus. Without these things to trigger the device, it could be trespassed against with relative ease. Its basest functions accessed without delving into beyond the threshing impossibilities of its reckless, eternal potential. Few could stand in the solitude of themselves and see outside the Truth. Few could reach beyond the threshold of the it... And grab back that lifeline of a name once they lost it to the wind that whispered it away.
All lost themselves at first; none could enter upon the place where their truth lied and remain completely whole.
All payed tribute.
Even her.
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Posted: Sun Jan 19, 2014 9:33 am
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"No more lies, and no more ultimatums. Deal? Not that I really meant for it to sound like one in the first place, but whaaatever." The Diabolus said with a shrug. He had simply meant to allow Red to know where she stood with him, not give her a decision to make. How she had interpreted his words was wrong, but Greed wouldn't bother arguing his point. "Ya see the thing is... most people accept that, and that's fine. Nothing wrong with accepting the fact that you're gonna die. But I just can't. Call me delusional, stupid, whatever. But I honestly can not be the one that dies." The words that he spoke were misleading, and very much so. However while misleading; they weren't a lie. Greed did not expect to live forever; that was stupid. He just knew that when he died, it would not be a blade goint into his own body that would be to blame. And when my soul is gone, it won't be my death that caused it. the thought was a somber, sobering reality; a truth that couldn't be avoided, and one that he wouldn't even attempt to avoid if he could. For the minute that Alex left this earth would mark the death of Greed as well. He could just be walking down the street one day, or maybe even training, and poof. no explanation, just oblivion. It was a heavy toll, but one he paid without hesitation. However, the reason for his eventual death was also the reason for his resolve to remain immortal until that unavoidable day came. The woman was truely one of his greatest strengths, as well as one of his greatest weaknesses. In every sense of the words a double edged sword, and Greed would have it no other way. Onyx eyebrows narrowed as she spoke again, this time about hidden monsters. The Diabolus knew this, knew there was a door inside him. However while it was locked, he had the key. He knew he did; but there was the uncertainty of what lay beyond that sealed portal. After all, Greed had forgotten those memories for a reason. A reason that was locked away with the rest of those memories, yet still managed to bring shivers down his spine whenever he thought of it. The door would have to be unlocked soon however, as there was no advancing without it. Let me show you. Words crashed off his head like waterfalls against a rocky bottom, and the demon was fully expecting what came next. There was his divine temptress once more. Luscious bust was exposed to the Nocturne air once more, and while they were nice, the illusions had all but lost their effect on Greed. Too much was running through his brain at once. He allowed the copy to settle into corded arms though, tightening around her for no reason other than it was a very close imitation. The magic of the conjuration on his mind was gone, but the physical comfort of his angel's body against his remained nonetheless. "No, this ain't truth. It's an illusion. A close one, but it's still fake. Just like the mirrors in a funhouse ain't the real thing. They're real nice and pretty illusions, but then you look down at your actual body, and you see the truth that those funhouse mirrors covered up. Because once those mirrors are gone, it's just you again. Just you, and the one way, as you called it windowpane truth." He sighed, tempted to destroy the illusion he held just to prove his point. But there was no point to it... and if nothing else was real, the warmth coming from her was at least. This was reason enough to allow the apparition to remain on his lap. Greed shook his head slightly, clearing his thoughts before speaking in a slurred tone once more. "Look, can we just bookmark this subject and save it for later? I'm drunk, and literally everything that you say is just confusin' the s**t outta me. I still wanna know, I still wanna get an answer... but later, when I can understand your answer." the demon eyed the crate again, trying to decide between drinking another one, and having to take another piss that was sure to come if he did. The former eventually one out over the latter, and yet another bottle cap clanked and clattered against the floor as he opened up his beverage.
• Strength: 12 • Speed: 7 (tail has a speed of 9) • Energy: 1400
"If you don't give me what I want, this might be rather... messy."
Posted: Sun Jan 19, 2014 12:32 pm
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The redhead nodded, concurring with his current subject matter of death. It was a pipe dream and she hoped, he wouldn't meant his end anytime soon. The weight of what was left was what separated the Gone Away from the Left Behind. He'd forsaken the right question and his thus his trial was far from done.
She moved like a lioness through the jungle, threatened by nothing and no one. Red had a sophisticated grit about her; she resonated regality, yet remained untamed.
"You think if she cries or screams that your heart wouldn't falter? Your mind wouldn't remember it? An illusion may just be that but it is a fraction of the truth."
Cadaverous fingers gripped his slumbering angels hair and ripped her back from him. Prying his piety from his grasp as the feral took back the creation she made, if he didn't value it...by all means, why should she? In most of her interactions Red got straight to the point; time was money, and she seemed to have plenty of it for a reason.
"Look at her. You either become stronger or this will be the truth...."
Death. A sudden scream from the illusion elicited no response from her. If anything, there was a short flash of misplaced amusement as fingers turned to claws and sunk into the chest cavity until the being disappeared, leaving nothing but a plume of black smoke trailing skyward. It wouldn't be by Red's hand of course, she had no reason to harm him or his wife.
"I will tell you what you want to know the day that your mind isn't so readable, until then, nothing is safe. Not even Alex."
The pyro snuffed out their conversation conclusively and folded her arms in front of her, getting comfortable to watch how he responded in his drunken stupor.
"I'm heading back to the CAZ, do what you will but get your s**t together so you can train. You have a lot of work to do."
She did not bother blinking it out, she did not care. Gripping the scorched jacket and sheathing herself in it, the Captain would head out of the Colosseum and head back to work.
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• Rank: Expert • bloodline: Diobolus • Class: Berserker • currently equipped: Bottom right picture • feeling:
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Vermillion eyes narrowed as the captain spoke,watching her stalk forward predatorially. Even though it was just an illusion, Greed knew what was coming, and he couldn't help his body from reacting. Muscular arms tightened around the lithe figure in his grasp, eyes darting down to the peaceful sleeping face before back up to Red. "Red, don't-" he began, but the demon knew he had started a chain of events that were unstoppable. Besides, it was just an illusion right? The Diabolus's muddled brain wasn't so sure of this fact apparently, even though he had just stated it. It was a struggle, but Red eventually got the woman away from Greed. Vermillion eyes narrowed with spite, as he realized Red was playing on his emotions. Even though it was for his benefit, that didn't mean he had to like it. To the contrary, the demon's face betrayed signs of hate, his jaw clenched tightly with a seething glare that could kill a god. Despite this, he made himself watch. Watch the pained look, the screaming, and finally the waft of smoke as the conjuration was no more. He did not want to see that ever again; and so he ingrained the image into his memory. It was a terrible thing to do to himself, but it served as a reminder. It always would. He nodded simply, no clever vocabulary was to be heard from him any more. Not a word. Just another nod, before glaring crimson lightning crackled under his feet, and the demon was gone. - exit
• Strength: 12 • Speed: 7 (tail has a speed of 9) • Energy: 1400
"If you don't give me what I want, this might be rather... messy."
Posted: Wed Jun 25, 2014 6:54 pm
Now this was quite a sight. To see Gremmy out of his shell and in the "day" light was a sight in itself, but to see him in an arena, where he would no doubt be fighting for someone or another, was so unlikely that it would appear to be fake. He sat on a skeletal chair in the colliseum, one he had summoned, and stared at the door across the way where his competitor would be coming from. The crowd wailed and howled in anticipation as they usually did whenever someone looked like they were about to get murdered. Gremmy was totally unmoved weather the crowd be for or against him. Dust blew as the doors creaked open and a rather large male wandered forward with a war hammer in his large, muscular hands.
This guy was so big he looked like he was just straight up muscle. He held the huge weapon up one handed and laughed as the audience went nuts over him. He was... popular to say the least. He was reveling in the attention as he normally did. A man stood up and held up two hands, silencing the arena. "Let the Battle between the hero of the Colliseum and this, new boney challenger commence! he would say. Gremmy stood, his chair falling into a dark pit in the ground. The man laughed at his skinny, frail looking demeanor which only made Gremmy narrow the energy that was his eyes as he typically did. As the man rushed forward Gremmy noticed that he was also quite fast. It mattered not, though, because he had probably never faced a Lich before. Gremmy opened his ghoulish mouth and a green mist rolled out as a prelude to a green, almost vomitish mixture spraying into the man's face and chest.
Gremmy then moved clear of his rush, revelling in the screams that echoed louder than his heavy footsteps. He barreled along past him, and gremmy aimed his hand at his back, firing a green ball of energy known as the tyrant blast at his back which upon impact with him sent him flying into the wall. There was a lot of smoke and debris along with a sickening smell as Gremmy let his hand fall down to his side and then looked at the crowd, who seemed shocked and awed by this all at once. As everything cleared up, there was a man with no face or chest but instead rotting flesh revealing a corroded skull and rib cage along the opening of his unitard. That and broken arms and legs from the force that had slammed him into the wall of the arena.
"Next."
The crowd didn't make a sound. Gremmy was here, not for pleasure or meager battles like that one. No he was there for a reason beyond simply murder. Someone was there that Gremmy needed dead. He had been paid by one house to kill a gladiator representing another or something of that sort. He didn't care who, this was Nocturne! People die all the time, and that was just a fact. His patron Catherine was the diety of said occurence. No force on Earth could forever stop death. Even he was not truly alive. Death had claimed him, but he had simply projected himself back into this world to feed her more souls. So as the clean up crew removed the large body behind him carefully he observed closely as a pair of men, this time smaller but equally well recieved sauntered out. They seemed to want revenge. Gremmy smirked... sorta.
The fight went a little better for them, however, as Gremmy ended up needing to use a skeleton's sword to fend them off. They attacked ravenously when they could, but the Aura of pain held them off from extended melee. Gremmy had seen all they had to offer, and he was not impressed by it, so he decided to end the fight. He forced a tiny orb of energy into the ground and a black pit appeared. From it, a pair of undead swordsman rose from it, slowly wrenching their bodies free of the ground and baring swords that seemed out of place in their shambling hands. Until Gremmy pointed out with his sword and gave a commanding hiss. They leaped forward, Gremmy slowly stepping forward as the minions fought their undead hearts out. Once he was in range of the Aura of Pain, things turned in favor of Gremmy and the skeletons took the upper hand, landing blows they had been unsuccessful with prior. Gremmy had only just made it as the skeletons both drove their blades into the brothers, and Gremmy grabbed their necks as they bled, dropping their weapons while he sapped their energy free as if ripping out their very souls.
"ENOUGH GAMES MARTREL." Gremmy roared, his voice fully heard for the first time then. "I came here for you, not pointless sacrifices that Catherine might not even take in. Show yourself!" Not a sound for a whole minute. Then there was the sounds of more footsteps as a man bigger than the first looked down at Gremmy from the opening too small to fit him. He opened his gaping maw of a mouth and roared, sending saliva at the Lich who realized this was a giant, not martrel. Gremmy sighed and began charging power in his hands before being interruped by blood erupting from the beast, coating the colliseum red and covering Gremmy, who was unphased by it. Martrel finally showed himself, and Gremmy realized the giant was sacrificial. Martrel, a vampire who used the Giant as fodder to rejuvenate himself. Gremmy didn't care. By the time he was through drinking the blood Gremmy was firing Halcon at him. The bolts hit their mark, but the Vampire regenerated those attacks and closed on him. Martrel made quick work of the Skeletons but neglected to avoid the ectoplasm completely, landing the rotting substance on his shoulder. Gremmy was vicious in his use of spells, blasting him with energy from both Necromance and Mage influence. He even hit him with more Lich spells. That wasn't to say Gremmy didn't take any hits, oh no he was feeling the mode as well, but Gremmy would live on regardless. Martrel had fought hard, but the Ectoplasm rotted off his right arm entirely. And then Gremmy managed to get a hand on him, and electricity charged through his body, making him fall to the ground. From there it was over, as Gremmy opened his mouth and let a single, final glob of ectoplasm go into the mans mouth, muffling his cries of pain and finishing him off.
Following this, someone in the crowd clapped and threw Gremmy a bag of money. He ignored it but looked at his client regardless. As he dropped the mostly dead Martrell to the ground the client would find himself in the cross hairs as a bolt of death energy ripped open his throat and Gremmy left the Colliseum to collect the reward from his true employer, Catherine. By that, he intended to go and praise her after committing so many warriors to her eternal hunt.
Energy 1350 Stats 3/5 Passives
• Undeath Liches are, as described, the risen dead of the more magical races oriented beings in the world. They have already learned to cheat death once, and will no doubt do it again. If a Lich is killed, but not properly excersized and/or laid to rest, then they will only remain dead for a certain amount of time, after which their soul, no their very essence will reconfigure elsewhere, bringing them back to life as strong as they were at death. Contact your guild captain if this happens, and they will decide what it will take for your character to recover and how long you must wait for it to happen. Also, upon reviving, you lose a rank, going from Master to Expert for example.
• Aura of Fear When near a Lich, anyone who isn't of an unholy inclination, be it class or bloodline, will be unable to ignore the overwhelming power coming from them, and by extension the natural fear struck into their hearts by their sight. Rpc's a rank higher, while unable to ignore this, can push it away and fight normally. RPC's two ranks higher are unmoved by this. At equal or one rank lower, hostile RPC's will be hesitant to fight a Lich, and by two ranks this feeling causes a sense of fear so great that enemies are forced to choose flight, rather than fight.
• Ghost Form The Lich can completely suppress their physical form and turn into a literal ghost for up to 5 posts, once per battle. In this form, they can only use nonphysical attacks, and in addition to that, they can only be harmed by magic. Once this ends, they cannot activate it again.
• Poison/Disease Immunity Lich's are simply immune to these things, as they are already dead.
Where Amias led them was a peculiar place, but somewhere he knew they would find at least one of Brydent's kind. The Colosseum was a marvelous place for supernatural entities of all kinds to test their mettle against one another. In other words, it was a wonderful place to make a wager for something like...horns, were the Diabolos cocky enough to accept the challenge. However, they would also need to make the deal 'worth it' in a way. If one of them were to wager something priceless--like their life--perhaps it would work. For Amias to wager his life would be rather simple. Let the demon stab him through the head, play dead for long enough so that Brydent could take his body out--if he somehow lost the fight, of course. Seemed like a rather simple plan, but because this was now a team effort...he wanted Brydent's input as well. Once they reached the front gates of the area, the Pagan would turn to his captain. "So...more likely than not, we'll find at least one Diabolos here. Every species in Nocturne comes to watch the fights, and most of them participate as well. We'll definitely have to wager something valuable against their horns--if you feel that going about this in the public eye is the proper way to do this--unless you have a different idea of how you'd like to proceed?" Essentially, Amias was proposing one of two things; they wager horns for horns, or a life for horns. Either way...their chances of getting out with those horns were pretty high, seeing as how both of them were very capable fighters. "There's also the matter of who will be stepping into the Colosseum to fight. I'm not against doing it myself, but again, I value your input."
the Pagan would sit there for a short while, waiting patiently for Brydent's answer as he dug out the fee required to enter the Colosseum. Even if his Captain's rank could get them free access in, Amias had saved up plenty of funding over his time doing missions, and didn't require free passes. If one were offered, he would deny it posthaste. Once he paid the fee, the man would continue to wait patiently. To be frank...with the way Brydent had been displaying his wonderful personality already, he expected nothing more than to be greeted with a 'that's stupid, you're stupid' reaction and have his ideas tossed aside. But that was okay. After 817 years of living, Amias was used to being insulted and directed away from his train of thought. Men like Brydent had come and gone many-a-time, to the point where a little frustration was hardly even a chip on his shoulder.
Energy (1400/1400 Energy) Stats 10/12 Equipment Gauntlets Passives
• Glory To Me Pagans are very... noble. They have the air of a King or Queen about them; even a divine. This comes from this particular ability. 'Glory To Me' is a mental allure that they constantly release from their vessel, similar to an Incubi's seduction, but weaker. Rather than seducing people, this ability fools their mind. It can make them see things that aren't real. In fact, they can even feel these things. This ability is literally impossible to ignore or break out of, but it serves little benefit other than prestige. A Pagan will often use this power to make themselves appear divine; the sun will rise behind them, their clothing will flow and shine with the breeze, they'll just seem so... God-like. They can even change their appearance using this, although it's a temporary thing. This ability can have some uses in battle, though. For example, if a Pagan is to cast a shadow over themselves, it'd make them harder to see. If they make the sun shine behind them, they can make their enemy flinch away from the overbearing light. They can also fool enemies into thinking they've struck a shield or something like that, although that sort of manipulation over reality is something that only Pagans who focus on this type of power can do.
• Three Wishes Up to three times per fight, the djinn may manipulate the force around an attack to redirect it for two ranks less in energy. This can only be done on skills of one rank higher than them. This is an extremely powerful passive of the djinn, an intelligent djinn capable of using it to largely make up for their vulnerability to ranged magic. It can also help to leave an enemy open in close-quarters combat.
• Mind Games The djinn have a permanent 'force' around their skin that will reduce incoming damage by a rank (excluding holy and unholy magic). This puts them on the same level of base defensibility as a werewolf, although they can't regenerate, so... At adept rank, this force can become amplified by the djinn's mind, psychomanually controlling the level of force in the layer of magic. They can apply energy to it to block all manner of attacks, meaning they don't really have to learn defensive abilities. It is really no more potent than any other defense of its rank, though.
