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Post by Luka on Mar 23, 2005 12:08:55 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]A famous square created to honor the Battle of Trafalgar. The statue of the commmander stands in the center, and is surrounded by the huge bronze lions of Landseer. A large open area of stone and a constantly bubbling waterfall. Fighting is Allowed. [/glow]
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Post by Luka on May 27, 2008 2:07:54 GMT -5
Crimson eyes gazed at her from a distance, the languid, peaceful expression they bore drawing her in. It was as if he were beckoning her to paradise, or tempting her into an eternity of damnation. Whichever one it might have been, she didn't care. In her dreams she was always given the same choice - a simple outstretched hand. Only once did she try to reach for it but something kept drawing her away, something kept prying her back to reality. She wanted to go with him, it felt right...it felt like she would finally, truly belong somewhere. He was the missing piece of the puzzle that she was and from the looks of it, he needd her just as much as she needed him. The moment she woke she forgot most of it, the yearning she felt being wiped away cleanly and efficiently. Only in her subconcious was she able to focus on what really mattered...
Luka opened her eyes, instantly focusing on a dry leaf that wriggled over the ground toward her. The chill breeze that meandered swept away any nagging thoughts like a veil in a strong wind. She looked around. It really wasn't the most lively place at this time of night, but that was the good part. It meant that people wouldn't bother her or stare or meddle. She swung one leg lazily against the railing she sat on, reaching up to push her short locks of hair back behind her ears as an afterthought.
The busy city was slowly starting to settle down, meaning she could get a start on the night's work soon...
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Post by Adrian on May 27, 2008 13:02:06 GMT -5
A sensation might sweep through her veins that felt like fire. . .in a good way. It wouldn't be something to cause her pain. Someone was approaching who had made a promise to the Blonde some time ago that he would return. In fact this meeting had likely been delayed by a certain Organization by sending him so far away. But the promise stayed true, that when he returned she would feel a fire in her blood, though the man had never touched on exactly why this would happen.
From the moment he'd entered London. . . the scent of Nostalgia had entered his nostrils. And though his memories of this young woman were in fragments, there was no doubt in his mind that would be her. Then again, maybe there was just a bit. Blind beliefs along with trust had caused the fatal encounter between himself & a girl named Moxy. Perhaps that tiny bit of wisdom carried over to now as he closed in on Trafalgar Square. But in all honesty, she would sense him long before he was within visual range. Even after that she would likely hear the sound of hoofbeats thundering before she ever saw him coming down the road.
Yet when she finally did see him, it would be the visage of a young man on horseback. A horse dark as the night itself at that. The Rider would be garbed entirely in black from head to toe & wearing a blood red pendant around his neck. His paraffin white face was shadowed somewhat by the traveller's hat he wore. If her eyes should peer through the shadows to catch a glimpse, a visage of unearthly beauty would exist there with eyes that were like dark crystals that had a soul-swallowing gaze.
But perhaps to her all of this would look different? Maybe for her eyes eyes would hold a differet emotion, breaking awa from the fact they often held no emotion at all. For all this youth's devotion to her, more than likely he was not the man of her dreams. In fact, he might be considered far from it as dark brown hair flowed in the wind current created by how fast the Steed moved. One which was much more than met the eye. Soon enough such a gallop would bring him about ten feet away from her before stopping. . .if the girl let him get that close.
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Post by Luka on May 28, 2008 2:06:52 GMT -5
What caught her gaze at first was the glimpse of pale skin and features that belonged more to a sculpture destined for a Pygmalion-like fate. She rose from the rail, turning to face the figure fully. A hope began to well in her chest, like she had found something that had been long-lost...which wasn't very far from the truth. But when her gaze traveled up to the eyes, that small glimmer of hope twisted into a hard lump of fear. The eyes there were dark and depthless, far from the soft crimson pools that haunted her dreams. Unconciously she stepped away, one hand drawing up almost in fear.
Which was really, really lucky right about then.
A stream of fire suddenly flared up between the two, the heat and roar of the flames intense as they engulfed the air, the blue inferno quickly seeking out vegetation to consume as fuel. The girl was knocked off her feet and landed on the sidewalk a short distance away. She was quickly on her knees and turned back to look at the scene, fear reflecting clearly on her face.
At the origin of the flames, clearly visible, stood an Ifreet. Not any ordinary Ifreet either...but one who held a small desperate hand in what was about to play out.
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Post by Adrian on May 28, 2008 2:22:52 GMT -5
The youth leapt from the dark horse while giving it a mental twitch to get scarce & fast. It might haveen advised to become something no one would find. Or something. Perhaps this time the Rider's ally would choose to take part in the battle in a more direct role than just off-stage support. Either way when those flames had come the cloak or coat, whatever one wished to call it, had been brought up to defend & deflect the flames.
Soon enough he landed on his feet, barely crouching to absorb the impact. Unfortunately for him, the only thing this young woman might reognize of him anymore was his voice. And quite frankly, he was not exactly the talkative type. That was proven as he unsheathed a Longsword without a single queation as to why this fiery fiend had decided to start a battle. It was almost uncanny in how he behaved so much like a certain someone she used to know.
". . . . . ."
Even the dots were the same.
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Post by Luka on May 28, 2008 3:11:24 GMT -5
The horse split the scene and took off into the trees, disappearing shortly.
The azure-haired Ifreet sneered at the halfbreed, his thin eyes flicking toward the girl, the corner of his sneer twisting into a slick grin. He raised a palm in the direction of Adrian, a swarth of fire blossoming into the air, his form disappearing a moment later only to reappear in front of the girl.
Luka was still in a crouch of sorts when the Methuselah landed in front of her. He lunged forward, fully intending to grab the frightened girl and use her as bait. All he got was a swift boot to the chest. He swore and stumbled back, flames leaking from the clenched fist hanging at his side.
Turned out she wasn't all that scared after all.
"Keep your hands to yourself!" Sounded like she was the same hothead >_>
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Post by Adrian on May 28, 2008 11:23:09 GMT -5
If the flames had been aimed for the Half-breed, this time he leaped into the air leaving behind a stream of blue light. As he ascended a second leap was made mid-air which made his cloak flap like the wings of a mystic bird. But moments later he came surging downward with a kick aimed for the Ifreet. It would be at the exact moment as he was starting to stumble that this would happen. He had faced creatures similar to this in a castle long ago, yet none had taken on the form this one held.
Minor details such as that did not seem to bother him at all though, his expression stoic to the point that it looked a god-like sculptor had chisled it in there for all time. Even when he saw her face his expression did not really seem to change. Then again. . . for a few moments it seemed as though it had upon 'recognizing' her as the woman who Dietrich had left tortured in his tattered memories. Whether he remembered her fully or not, no doubt some part of him was pleased at seeing her not be the average damsel in distress.
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Post by Luka on May 28, 2008 16:14:03 GMT -5
Something cracked as the halfbreed's heel connected with the Ifreet's collarbone, pushing him even further back although he did not fall yet. The tiny flames trickling from between his clenched fingers burst into an all-out blaze. The flames curled around each other, weaving together to form a rough sphere. The sphere fell from his palm and to the ground. As the orb touched the surface of the pavement the outer flames fell away as if they were nothing but a frail shell, allowing what dwelt on the inside to emerge. The inferno inside spread as if driven by a liquid on the ground, the tiny blue tongues covering the ground before combusting violently.
The girl was struggling to get to her feet as the heat increased suddenly to a breath-stealing degree. Luka couldn't help but to throw her arms over her head and let out a cry of pain. Although she had dealt with something of this sort before it was long ago. Any ability she might have had to combat it previously would have been rendered effectively useless.
The Methuselah took that moment to strike, lunging forward to grab the girl by the arm. He twisted the limb behind her back, forcing her into a stand. His thin azure eyes gleamed with flecks of orange as he sneered at the halfbreed. Tendrils of flame arched upward, incasing the pair and shutting them off from view. Did he plan on roasting them both alive?
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Post by Adrian on May 28, 2008 23:33:23 GMT -5
Apparently, the Ifreet did not know who this young man was. . .
The Half Breed did not hesitate a moment as he leaped straight into the wall of flames, coming out on the other side with sword in hand. Blazing fire illuminated his face that made him both beautiful & terrifying at the same time. It was a trick of th light one might say, how the atmosphere made it look as though he wore an angry expression for this assailant who dared touch the young woman.
Somehow even as the flames licked at his clothing & face as though they burned with passon for him, he remained completely unscathed. But how? There must have been some special item hidden on his person that was currently activated. It either had to be nullifying the fire or something else entirely. . . though no opponent would get the chance to think. He moved like a vision from hell itself, a gorgeous grim reaper. . . he even made Death look good.
A flash of silver was made to look like just another stream of dancing flame as it went directly toward the open spot of his opponent. Perhaps Adrian felt somewhere deep down that Luka wuld not allow herself to be man-handled by any man for very long. It may have been a tiny bit predictable to have come from above again. But at least it kept him from having to calculate what way the Ifreet was facing & how far to thrust the blade into the flames.
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Post by Luka on May 29, 2008 1:00:03 GMT -5
It was true that the girl was far from letting any violent stranger grab her and drag her off anywhere without a fight. And stranger was right! Sure she knew some hot guys but not any flaming ones!
The hybrid girl was already workin' on how to get free. She had just managed to turn the tables, sort of, when all the sudden a blade came a'rushing through the flames like a bat out of hell. Suffice to say the Methuselah didn't get a chance to move out of the way before he was skewered...
The Methuselah's azure eyes opened wide, a strange foreign-sounding phrase spilling from his lips before he could help himself. The only part of it the girl would be able to remember was one single word: Tovaris.
Who might have been or what his purpose was aside from a horrible death was left a mystery.
The flames surrounding them faltered, the cocoon opening up enough for the girl to make a break for it. A good thing too...
...since Ifreet's were prone to EXPLODING when they died a violent blood-letting death.
*BOOM!*
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Post by Adrian on May 29, 2008 1:22:58 GMT -5
The youth, needless to say, was thrown back by the fiery explosion a bit of a ways. But for his sake at least it was nothing on the Team Rocket scale of blasting off again. Instead he would be found several feet away with all of his precious limbs still intact. What one could say was admirable about it was the fact he still had both his hat & sword as well. Quite a feat for someone who had been hit by an explosion at what had to be point-blank range.
But would the young woman come check up on him?
She might still be too frightened of the man in black raiment to see if he was even still alive. He seemed rather unconscious at the moment, to the point that she might approach him without fear of attack. As if he would actually attack her until an attempt to kill him was made. Like on of the last few times they had encountered eachother. Yet Adrian would not remember any of that at all. Instead all he knew was her face, scent, & voice.
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Post by Luka on May 29, 2008 1:53:14 GMT -5
The girl was lucky enough to emerge relatively unscathed except for scratches, scrapes, a single bruise, some scorching and a dull ringing in her ears.
Surely, as all things, it would pass...
If not, she was going to be pissed.
But on to more important things! Namely, an unconscious man!
The girl rose to her feet, staggering for a few steps as she regained her land legs and headed toward the man. She was hesitant though...he did have a sword after all. The last thing she wanted was to be stabbed. The aura the man gave off didn't help much either. The very air around him seemed to be pitched in darkness. It was clearly a dangerous atmosphere but she could still feel something sad about it...and something familiar. A sudden ache of loss twinged at her. But it couldn't be, could it? Her eyes dropped to the ground as she thought about how she'd given up hope so easily. He left her once before, but this time it his presence just seemed to disappear completely. Things kept happening that seemed to drive away every little scrap of him she had left, filling her with more doubt in his return than ever before. One thing she did know was that if they didn't get out of here soon the fuzz would be hot on their trail faster than a wolverine on acid.
After mulling it over and deciding that she couldn't really leave a friend behind, she approached him. The brim of his hat was covering his face with shadow so she couldn't see very much. Kneeling beside him she reached out carefully.
Placing a hand on his chest she gave him a gentle shake. "Hello?" she called out quietly. "Hello, hello?" She coughed, clearing her throat so that she could speak louder. Being so close to the explosion she doubted that he could even hear. She had to cough a few more times, something blocking her throat, almost cutting off her breath, almost like an extreme sense of anticipation.
Her hand hesitated in the air as it moved from his chest to the brim of his hat. Her fingers trembled as she pushed it away, her gaze sweeping over the face that lay hidden in its shadow.
She found herself almost unable to speak when she saw what was there. Her eyes stung, but not from the thick smoke hanging in the air. What she saw was what she wanted to see for ages, but how it was so different than what she remembered...she couldn't begin to guess what had happened.
But what if she was wrong? It didn't really matter if she were wrong or not anyway. Not right now.
Luka leaned forward, her mouth next to his ear, her hand moving to grasp his shoulder firmly.
"You need to wake up."
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Post by Adrian on May 29, 2008 10:24:04 GMT -5
If she only knew what her own presence, her aura did for him after being without her for several months. Even if it felt different to him than before, it still felt familiar, like she had in the past. What seemed like at least half a year or so. But it didn't matter so long as part of what he had promised was made sure. Did she remember his promise to return? Adrian came to after what seemed her third or so attempt to awaken him, the one when her hand came to his shoulder. Perhaps it was her voice reaching to him like a hand outstretched through the blackness. . .her being so close after being so far. . . or the fact that it seemed through the strange armour he wore, some part of him could still feel her touch.
His eyes opened, her face coming into focus before anything else.
"I promised to return to thee. . ."
Of everything that lingered around him, all the horror and doom, every shred of terror and gloom. . . it seemed to halt at her. His empty hand slowly rose to cup her face gently, as if to ensure the one before him was not just the Stuff of Dreams. Even with the meddling of his memories by Dietrich he could still remember that promise made before his departure. But there was something else he had stubbornly clung to with the deadly claws of his psyche that were indebted to his iron will. That one shred of memory he had kept safe from the Marionettenspieler's wires. The one he had revealed when Moxy had fooled him. . .
". . .Lady Valentine."
At least his voice was still the same.
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Post by Luka on May 29, 2008 22:37:06 GMT -5
The moment he began to move a look of relief washed over the girl's entire body although a small note of shame found itself onto her face when she recalled her doubt. When he touched her face she leaned forward, burying her face in the crook of his neck. She remained there for a time, gripping him tightly, seeming to be as afraid as he was that it was only a dream.
When she finally did move away she stopped, hesitating while she was still only a few inches away. A small smile curved her lips as she brushed away his hat, carefully brushing her fingertips through his hair.
"Just Luka." she corrected gently before dipping down and pressing her lips against his.
Just to make sure he really was real.
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Post by Adrian on May 29, 2008 23:03:34 GMT -5
The moment her lips pressed against his. . . all he had been through lately seemed worth it. It certainly did as his lips pressed back to hers firmly in a way that showed his longing. More than anything. . . the way he kissed certainly assured his existence.
But it didn't end there.
With that kiss it seemed the darkness Dietrich had attempted to instill further within him, the madness of loss died away. A wind seemed to circle around them as a rather enchanting change came over the young man. Most notable of all would be his hair changing from that dark chesnut brown into it's original snowy white. Next came his aura. . . no longer oming off as so dark, being replaced with an equal amount of light though it still kept the danger. For what would a man like Adrian be without danger? But most comforting of all she would find that when his eyes opened they were no longer soul-devouring dark crystals. . . but instead the eyes he had possessed before. . . the ones which would give a stir of warmth only for her.
He may not have beaten all those who plotted against the woman he cared for more than a friend just yet, but he continued to defy them. Surely it made them burn with both envy & hatred at their kiss which mocked those who had tried to keep them apart or create doubt. A single question remained: who would break the kiss first?
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