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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Oct 9, 2009 19:05:51 GMT -5
[[Breaking post order on command of Jenn!]] This was bad. Vaska let out another pathetic wail as he finally maneuvered his body to give him a better glance at his wing. The bones were going all wrong, bending where they hadn't before, and it just... It wouldn't flap. He turned to look at Heilyn and Bernard, but she wouldn't stop crying and holding onto the human man. She'd always taken such good care of him before... Why was she ignoring him now? She met his eyes for a second, but then she was looking for someone else, screaming for his brother to act... Vaska almost threw himself at Falks, wanting desperately to tell him to stay, to keep him close. He was scared. He hurt. He wanted... He wanted... " Daddy.." he whimpered pathetically, curling into a tight little ball. He didn't see Heilyn lunge. He just felt his body get lifted, his wing twisted in a way that made him yelp. She was shaking him, screaming in a way that made his ears throb, and it hurt, oh, Suits, it HURT! Tears poured down the little bat's face and he tried to wriggle free, the thumb of his good wing scrabbling at her hands, trying to get free as he squeaked. He couldn't breathe... She dropped him almost abruptly as she'd picked him up, and he started to shake hard, sobbing desperately. If the noise from the initial upset hadn't been enough to get Apocalypse's attention, the most recent outburst sure was. The man actually began to run, climbing the stairs three at a time in an attempt to get to the landing where he could see figures. He froze at the top, his brain taking an instant to register exactly what it was seeing. Once he'd figured it out, he moved to Heilyn, kneeling beside her and resting an unsteady hand on her back. " Heilyn? Is someone getting help?" Where was Falks? It looked as if he'd gone out to find someone. Then he looked up at Bernard, and his heart seemed to jump for a second. Apocalypse knew when he saw dead. Shit. Shit. " What happened?" |
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Post by Kari Muffin on Oct 9, 2009 20:44:15 GMT -5
(( OOC: Because Falks was suddenly ejected from the party. Do forgive me for breaking the post order. *cough* )) Falks was more than a little terrified. He found himself being yelled at and urged from more than one direction to get a doctor. And he didn't particular have a choice even after his brother tried to get him to stay. Because he wasn't staying around the scary as hell crazy lady. He whimpered for a moment as he stumbled to get away. She had just--this was just--no. With a speed that his legs had never known before and a rather terrified wail he ran away. The boy continued to run past whoever was in his way, including a rather confused Xiven. The screaming was something to worry about. And when she tried to get Benedict to say something she didn't even get a coherent response. Clearly something was wrong and she should probably go in the direction he had come. Grabbing her axe she made her way down the hall, seeing the faint figures in the distance. |
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Post by Nathalia on Oct 9, 2009 22:14:52 GMT -5
His vision blurred as two of his fingernails split on the stone; his hands tightening convulsively as he leaned backward in a haze of confusion and denial. Bernard...This wasn't possible. "Bernard..." He whimpered, feeling his insides hiccup oddly as the unreality of the situation consumed him. Hazily, he watched as another form bolted to his love's side, touching him...cradling him. That damn Coyote! That stupid bitch who'd stolen his King right out from under him. And now... Now she had let him... Die. Grabbing the upper arch of the window tightly, he kicked off the ledge and heaved his body back forward as hard as he could, whipping himself against the glass with a yell. It shattered inward and he tore at the fine curtains, managing to use them to slam himself ahead of the shards of glass. The Hisstor hit the ground running, using his hands when need be, taking advantage of his limber spine as he rushed toward the fallen figure. "No, no, no, no, no, no!" He skidded even as the woman, who had stood and whirled as he burst in, heaved a child into the air and began shaking him. Another man appearing on the scene and cursing even as he dropped to the floor and grabbed the remains of his King. He buried his face in the rapidly cooling flesh of the other man's neck, feeling hot tears begin to stream down his face even as he tried to hold them back. "Why? Why didn't you just come away with me, like I asked? I offered so many times, love. Why?"He rocked the body back and forth slightly without even realizing he was doing it. He could hear voices, but he didn't care about them...just like they didn't care about his King. Only he had ever cared. And now it didn't matter. His world was caving in. Hell was he going to do? Bernard was his everything, and now he was gone, only the broken shell lying in his arms. Tears running down his face, he slowly slipped his left hand down to his pocket and drew out a knife. Still hunched up around the man, he slowly began to cut. No one would let him remove the entire body, he knew, they had ridiculous beliefs and ceremonies they would doubtless kill him for interrupting. Still... His love's head was light enough. Five swift movements and he stood, suddenly and as quickly as he could without jarring his back, letting gravity do the remainder of the work on the weakened spinal column. There was a loud, tearing, crunching sound, as the red haired man rose abruptly from the floor with the King's head stowed under his left arm, an odd, tilted smile gracing his features as he began walking toward the nearest door. His eyes never left the Coyote. |
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Post by Satra on Oct 9, 2009 23:50:47 GMT -5
Her body was shaking and she felt cold. She wiped her mouth and looked helplessly up at Apocalypse.
"I... Bernard... he...." she couldn't find the words. She threw herself at him, grabbing onto his shoulders tightly and cried weakly into his chest.
Then she heard the crash and the running footsteps. It didn't register until she heard that voice. She tensed and her eyes snapped open. That voice... she was overwhelmed by deja vu of pure negativity. Her head turned slowly to face the voice. She saw that red hair through the curtain of her own. He was kneeling over Bernard. What was he...?
No.
NO.
A noise escaped her as she stared directly back into his eyes, the force of her aura at full strength. She hardly noticed she made the odd grunt of rage that came from her mouth as she stared in horror. She began to shake again, but this time in pure rage. She snarled and raced at him in a blind rage. She touched her hand to suit and summoning her weapon. She whipped it forward and hard as she could, aiming for his spine right between his shoulder blades. Hit or miss, she kept coming.
Seeing this made something in her mind snap.
"YOU SONOVABITCH GIVE HIM BACK!" Her voice reached a fevered pitch reflecting how little stability she had left.
King's Ability:
Summoned Wire:
As her King's ability, she is now able to summon, directly from her Heart marking, a long strand of tough metal cord about the width of a Humans pinky finger. This wire can extend out to fifty feet and twists on her every direction. It is connected directly to her mind and does her bidding, though telling it to twist or preform too many actions at once (more than two for right now) will cause it to flop pathetically in protest for a few seconds.....This wire will whip out at opponents at speeds of up to 40 mph, not enough to cut through fur, but enough to leave vicious welts and cuts on skin and burning contusions. This weapon has a slight tendency to lash out irrationally at Cards ranked Ten for no reason it cares to verbalize.
Amazing Ability:
This SD can now unleash rather brutal physical attacks. By concentrating her energy into an attack such as a punch or a kick, she can unleash twice her normal strength in a quick burst of energy. She can get about 5 of these hits out in a day, 10 if she feels like being exhausted for the remainder of the afternoon. She can also use this defensively. When activated, running into her would be like running into a brick wall, tripping someone could result in quite an amazing flip before they hit the ground.
Also, this is a hand-to-hand technique only. Unless the weapon in hand is magical, it would most likely break under the pressure.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Oct 10, 2009 0:18:21 GMT -5
Everything just seemed to explode at once. Xiven heard the glass shatter before her eyes recognized a form coming through one of the windows. Clearly something bad was happening and she needed to pick up the pace.
The woman sprinted as fast as she could possibly go to close the gap between her and whatever the hell was going on. The hair on the back of her neck stood on end and she drew closer. There was blood, there was Vaska, there was Pale and there was a screaming Heilyn. And that was a dead body. Very clearly the dead body of a Highlander human. Bernard.
Oh suits.
Xiven didn't stop her run, even if she was almost at her destination. At this point it was act first and ask questions later. She activated her ability and focused it on the red-headed man as she prepared to stop herself. Who ever the hell he was he was in for a world of hurt.
Amazing Ability: Once a week, she is now capable of causing an opponent to spew fire from their mouths. The jets they shoot out only extend about two inches, most of it runs down their chin as ignited spittle, but it burns like hell as they are NOT MEANT TO BREATHE FIRE! Many will receive severe burns to the tongue and any "spoken" or word required spells can no longer be activated. The fire will last for about 30 seconds and cause rather a lot of pain as it does so. The only hope of healing that mess is a good Corvie...
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Oct 10, 2009 0:55:44 GMT -5
Before he could react fully, Heilyn had thrown her arms around him and was sobbing into his chest. Something in the pale man twisted with sorrow and he froze, then slowly moved to wrap his arms around her, his hands lightly stroking her hair. He made a soft noise, hoping she'd find it comforting, his eyes traveling to Bernard's prone form.
It almost made him feel faint. What in the nine hells had happened here, what...?
There was no time for him to speak, because someone else had crashed onto the scene. An instinct, protective at its core, forced him to nearly cling to Heilyn, pulling her close as he hissed at the strange figure. "Who the fuck are you?" He snarled, feeling his muscles tense. This wasn't... Oh, Suits, was he...? The sound of tearing flesh was revolting, and Apocalypse found himself unable to do anything more than stare blankly, his pupils pinpricks.
Then Heilyn was tearing herself from his grip, and he was only able to cry out after her. He saw Xiven climbing up the stairs, saw Heilyn's wire loop through the air. In a flash his own weapon was in his hands, and he sent his pain ability rocketing at the other man with a feral snarl.
He wouldn't be getting away that easily. A moment after he felt the spell take effect, Apocalypse pushed forward, following after Heilyn and swinging his weapon back in preparation to try and hit the stranger who had defaced the dead King so. He trusted Rhiannon to keep her aim locked in on their target.
When the world exploded around him, Vaska let out a shrill cry, trying to scramble away. He came down heavily on his wing and stars exploded in his vision. Then the world went black and he passed out fully.
King's Ability
He is able to reach toward his Heart marking at will and draw forth from it an incredible, gleaming scythe. This weapon will only respond to his touch and, if taken from him, will attack the new person on its own unless the opponent has a spell to temper this. The weapon is intelligent and can communicate directly with his mind. It is, in fact, his old summoner, Rhiannon. He cannot tune out the Scythe's voice, but it will not try to break his psyche as it's existence depends on it.
When he fights with this scythe, it will center in on an opponent with a will and avoid hitting other Hearts not involved...but it does have a nasty tendency to strike out at Clubs without provocation or warning.
Strong Magical Ability
When activated, he can inflict mental pain on another card of any suit, once per day. The degree of pain is equivalent to that of a thin blade being pressed more and more closely to their throat until they can actually feel their jugulars being sliced into. This usually causes them to pause and cough horribly while they regain their breath. Once they cough, it stops his spell, but he can start it up again ten minutes later as many times as he would like. This ability only affects Cards ranked 10 and lower fully, it can be used on Jacks once a day, and doesn't affect Kings and Queens.
Pain Ability Boost
His pain ability now affects all Cards except for Queens and Jokers.
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Post by Nathalia on Oct 10, 2009 2:16:44 GMT -5
The Coyote leaped first. He'd been expecting that, it was why he'd been shooting for eye contact. He felt a shock of extreme discomfort and dread before the spell took effect...something about those eyes of hers, he repressed a small stitch of panic rising in his stomach and sidestepped into... Nothing. Vanishing from view and reappearing about six feet behind the man with the pale hair. And starting to run. He made it about ten feet before an odd...burning sensation crept up his lower back toward his throat and face. He had time for a small, startled whimper before a raging torrent of fire burst out of his face. He tried to scream, but no sound would issue forth, burning lines of spit running from the corner of his mouth. He only barely had the sense of mind to tuck the head he carried higher under his left arm and out of the way before he vomited a small stream of burning bile. His tongue felt like it had just come out with the retching; tears were evaporating from his face! What was this? He had time to wonder only briefly before another spell hit and began to take hold. But this was of a type he recognized. His other half had taught him a good deal about pain before he took off...he never thought he'd have been grateful for it. His chest heaving pathetically, as flames poured out of his mouth, pulling his lips taut from the burns, he concentrated on the sensation of the Heart pain he was feeling, tracing it back to its source and giving it back to its owner. Still shuffling forward, and now released from one agony, he made to lurch to the side, when a thin line of cord caught him directly around the left leg, sank viciously into the flesh and ripped at the muscle. Not enough to tear it properly, but enugh to cause him to attempt another scream. Too much. Too much for them to pull just because he wanted to take his lover with him. Throwing his left arm out for the nearest wall and whirling around, he arched...and expanded as he shifted to his Biped form.  How dare they! He managed a high-pitched shriek of agony and anger as his neck stretched away from his body. The change causing the fiery drops of saliva to move further away from the head of his love, and out toward those who might oppose him. How dare they!! This form was private, to be used only with those he loved most! He yowled as best he could through his damaged throat and unleashed another spell, shuddering from the whiplash and trying to move backward through the nearest doorway. He saw the scythe too late. He hadn't known the thing could move of its own accord. It lashed out at the leg the wire had already injured, cutting it to the bone with a resounding crack that set him shrieking down bits of flame upon it. Reaching out with a huge, clawed paw; he took a swipe, activating another spell. If the now Human weapon didn't move quickly enough, he would smash his fist into either her face, collar, or shoulder as hard as he could. Panting for air through the burning mass of falling ash that was his own face, Varestes shuddered and tried desperately to continue to the door before the wire found him again. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Amazing Ability: Once a day, he is able to take a small sidestep and, so long as he is physically able to see where he is going, vanish; reappearing in the spot he wished to move to. He can only move up to 50 feet however...trying to move more could be...disastrous.
Moderate Ability: Once a day, he is able to cause another Card ranked anything but Joker or Ace to begin peeling at their own flesh on a limb of his choosing. In order for this spell to work, he must make direct eye contact for at least a full second, thus causing it to last for a full thirty seconds before wearing off.
He is choosing Heilyn's left arm.
For Pale:
Amazing Ability: Twice a day, he is able to turn an opponents' spell back onto themselves if it is a 2-10 ranked spell. This spell will then cause whatever reaction it was supposed to elicit from the himself to instead result on the caster themselves.
Unfortunately, his return of the spell will only last for about twenty seconds before both spells fizzle out. Using this spell twice in one hour will cause his own 2-10 spells to become compromised to him.
For all
Amazing Ability: Once a week, he is capable of causing up to five people within 50 feet of himself to begin vomiting. This involuntary action will last for a full ten seconds, some able to struggle through it, others not.
Even if they have eaten or drunk nothing recently, a torrent of nasty deluge will stream forth regardless.
For Rhi
Amazing Ability: Once a month, he is able to force a magical weapon to change to something harmless.
This spell affects summoned weapons differently, forcing them to take their most harmless form (or the only one they have), for a full three days. |
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Post by Satra on Oct 11, 2009 0:36:43 GMT -5
[Sorry guys, but she's not in her right mind right now. >> If she were, she'd welcome the help.]
Her eyes went wide as the Wire swiped nothing but air.
He vanished.
She staggered, halting, the effects of the alcohol still affecting her coordination and reflexes. That vanishing... it brought back a memory.
An unpleasant one.
She whirled around and charged again, bringing the Wire forth again, aiming for his stomach... and striking his leg. Nice aim. She activated her pain ability on the man, and as he winced, the Wire would come up and hit Bernard's head out of his hands, catch it on its way down and instantly retreat back to Heilyn's side.
She suddenly began vomiting and trying to tear at her own arm. Her rage to cause him pain kept the ability activated as she staggered again and fell to one knee. She sent the Wire forward to grab onto the man and hold him. Between waves of vomiting, Heilyn managed to choke out a command.
"Pale hrrkk... just guard the d--hurgg-- the door. He's mine. huurrrkgg... Just make sure he doesn't get away. gghhurrrkkk If he does... I'll share." She stood back up slowly as the effects wore off. The vomiting came to a halt and she caught a glance of Xiven. "That goes for you, too, Xiven." She then returned her glare to the biped. With the adrenaline and the recent purging, her head felt much clearer. "I'm not a little Jack anymore, FUCKER. You still got the guts to tussle with me? Just you and me, dead man." Her eyes were wide and as she spoke her teeth were bared, her expression feral and terrifying through her loose hair.
Strong Magical Ability 0:
When activated, she can inflict mental pain on another card of any suit, once per day. The degree of pain is equivalent to that of a thick splinter digging into the eyelid. If this is forced on another for more than two minutes straight, the victim will feel as though their eye has been pierced and may even see stars. She will, however, pass out directly after that, leaving her vulnerable if the victim should become angry.
I am also considering this hit 2 with her extra strength ability.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Oct 11, 2009 0:55:14 GMT -5
Everything was happening in a wonderful blur, one event after another. Her spell and worked wonders thought, enough to cause quite a bit of damage to his mouth, whoever it was. The woman finally came to a halt to at least catch a bit of her breath.
And suddenly there was an eight foot monster in the Court of Hearts.
The hair on the back of her neck stood on end. A King of Spades? Who was this? What the hell was going on? Everything was happening so quickly she couldn't tell left from right.
She was more than ready to add to the assault until she involuntarily spewed out all the food she had finally been able to stomach after nine months of hell. This was just a great way to brighter her day. She leaned on her axe, clutching her stomach as she tried to focus. Ten seconds was a very long time.
Heilyn. Heilyn was talking. Xiven shot her a glare as she wiped the remainder of her former meal off her face. Right. She was going to sit back and let Heilyn attack a random stranger who waltzed into the palace.
"Fuck this shit," Xiven hissed as she activated her spell on the Hisstor. That would slow him down.
Powerful Ability: Once a month, she is able to cause a binding, resembling her own original, to appear on another SD for a full ten minutes before it will simply melt off. The heavy chains will impeded their speed and agility and cause them to fumble with their limbs as they get used to the heavy binding.
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Oct 11, 2009 3:23:48 GMT -5
When his target was suddenly not where he was supposed to be, Apocalypse stumbled, trying to regain the balance that had been lost when the planned impact didn't happen. Finally he got his feet back under him and then finished the movement, turning to face the man who was - suddenly - behind him with an enraged shout.
The shout was all he had time to get out before pain gripped him. He had never felt his own pain ability, but he'd seen it used on enough people - it was his favorite, after all - to recognize its effects even when they were suddenly being applied to himself. All he could do was try to brace himself as the pain got worse, the feeling of the blade pressing closer and closer making him shiver subconsciously as he tried to press through the pain, tried to aim another slash at his opponent - The invisible knife was cutting into his throat, then, and his mouth fell open in a gasp before he started to cough and choke.
It just got worse as his stomach suddenly and violently decided to eject its contents. Rhiannon was forced to finish the motion, driving deep into their opponent's leg. Despite his pregnancy and morning sickness, vomiting still wasn't something he was used to. It was one of the worst parts about a physical body and he collapsed to his knees, still weak from the feeling of his own pain ability.
He heard Heilyn speak and glanced up at her before heaving again, clutching his own gut. "Unngh, f-fuck that. N-not gonna see you get hurt --" Another wave of nausea seized him and he was forced into silence, so he simply hauled himself back to his feet, then froze when he saw Rhiannon just... sitting there, in human form. What the hell was she doing?! He moved as quickly as he could to try and block the man's escape, baring his too-sharp teeth in a snarl. Stop him, Rhi.
Rhiannon herself was more than surprised to find herself forced out of her comfortable weapon form and into her much more squishy human body, and let out a surprised yelp as the fist crashed into her cheek, sending her sprawling across the ground (Rolled for this - 5. Oops. Face it is!). She let out a pained cry before pushing herself to her feet, holding her hand over her eye. Shit, that had hurt, but she stumbled forward, then regained her balance and charged at the man, intending to grab hold of the binding that had suddenly appeared on him and try to keep him from escaping.
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