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Post by Adrian on Jun 6, 2009 0:26:39 GMT -5
"Is that what the Pianist did to you then?
The voice rose up from the Knight as he made no move against the Horseman for some reason or another. Could it be he was returning peace with peace? A Dark Warrior who used some dirty tricks but not others? Interesting. . . or just cliche. Lame in quite a few people's eyes actualy and probably not that entertaining.
Moonlight appeared to betwitch him with a youthful appearance, the Darkness itself which had aided him appeared to be on vacation right now. Perhaps it couldn't take the light all that well. But then what explained the next strange occurence?
Cowardly Darkling suddenly tossed Alice Body Ripper, it reaching her hand just as the spines came out at her. The tendril caught her & started to toss the girl away from Plague. Except that during the wind up it likely ended up sliced off. Mid-air Due to her proximity that particular appendage would not grow back. Garouge landed in a more womanly crouch before using her weapon to cut off anything of Plague remaining on her leg.
"You're like a leper that won't fall apart all the way."
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Post by Luka on Jun 6, 2009 3:01:48 GMT -5
The young man did not answer the Knight. There was no need to. He was correct.
It was doubtful that what War was giving to Ferules was Peace. It was right that TRUE War did not discriminate. It did not care who or what it destroyed. But True War was also fickle. Like a raging tornado, it passed over some while tearing the others right next to them to shreds. THIS War was not True War. Not yet.
This was a Horseman. He had orders. Ferules was not yet part of those orders.
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The severed appendage landed on the floor with a wet thump, wriggling helplessly until it dropped into a pile of goop that squiggled back to disappear into Plague’s boot.
“You’re like a –“
”It is time to leave. My original purpose was to bring you home. Interfering without orders has only delayed the mission completion.”
“B-but I—but she—we’re NOT DONE YET!”
”You are here without orders. You did not have permission to engage anyone. To delay any further would be risking punishment.”
“You’re not the boss of me…” Score one for Plague!
”Suit yourself. I will return and inform them of your dissent.”
“P-punishment? W-wait! You wouldn’t…would you?”
”Farewell.”
War turned away from the inhabitants of the ruined Gallery, his boots crunching over the remains of the shattered floor while Plague looked on. He glanced between Alice and War’s back. Alice, War, Alice, War, Alice, DADDY’S SPANKIN’! Then finally, back to Alice.
A thin twist between a smirk and a sneer curled his lips, “Looks like tonight is your lucky night. I was just playing around with you…Don’t expect me to be this generous next time.” Although his mouth was hardly visible over the lip of his ‘armor’, a grin played clearly through his voice as he waved a giant clawed hand at Alice, “See ya later, Fire-Crotch~!”
The young man jogged toward his retreating comrade/baby-sitter, tapping the other on his shoulder. The sounds of Plague pleading with War not to tell Daddy could be heard until they faded from sight.
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Post by Adrian on Jun 17, 2009 20:55:53 GMT -5
Ferules answered silence with silence while watching War decide what to do without any hesitation. Not that it was really decision in the first place. More like resuming what he had intended to do from the beginning. Perhaps some previously created arrangement also played a factor in his lack of continuing the fight with War. Or just maybe. . . the sun was too bright. . . the light in his eyes at a wrong angle.
Then again it appeared that he had held back from the beginning as well. During the entire fight he had not donned the armor which the Darkness offered to grant. Something which would have easily withstood the bullets from War. But not so likely the cannon of light he had displayed a minute ago. It appeared someone with a less exploitable weakness might have to finish that fight.
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Meanwhile, a young looking woman watched the two start to retreat and managed to stay her hand from lashing out. Why? Even her deathwish felt at least partially satiated from this specific battle. For their next encounter she would likely show up with much bette weapons. At the very least Body Ripper needed to be upgraded from the current materials which it consisted of now. Blades breaking off in battle were not acceptable to this practically suicidal warrior. Until next time she would likely bide her time improving the design.
"Look like tonight is your lucky night too. . ."
Her words were uttered with a touch of satisfaction at an enemy esacaping her for once. One that was at least partially based in an organic way. Machines like War were mor than likely immune to her powers over the bodies of others. Yet Plague just had to squeeze off one last jab at Garouge. For this reason along with a few others, Alice decided she would let him leave with one that would sting for a while.
". . . Cause there'll never be a night you get lucky with a lady again, daddy's boy!"
Turning to look over her shoulder for the dark figure, she found that he had already vanished into the shadows. Likely taking it as a sign, she departed moments later to avoid those annoying rays of divine sunshine. Only a mess from the encounter now remained at the National Gallery.
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