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Post by Adrian on Aug 12, 2008 19:56:39 GMT -5
Using mist? Now who was the one trying to be a v-word? Who even cared about what was inside it! Only knowing that an aristocratic babe of the Methuselah court may have been enough to gain his interest. But considering he could not see Dietrich also meant that the boy could likely not see him. For that reason he rushed into the mist with both of his shields still up to prevent any attacks. It proved to be wise planning when the filament tendrils start their assault once more. This whole thing was like a bad Yaoi Hentai without any action that pleased fangirls!
"You're the one who only looks like male since you're wearing men's clothing, Terran."
A voice retorted back with annoyance from within the safety of his Cross shields. No matter how much the tendrils attacked, they would not faulter in their protection. However he could not attack in return. This left the two in a possible stale-mate that could last as long as Dietrich's patience. Especially since nothing else about him was comparable to it by scale. Or so a certain confidential file had been known to report.
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Post by Luka on Aug 12, 2008 22:44:29 GMT -5
Dietrich didn't answer. That would have been plain stupid to give away his position in such an obvious way! Of course it also could have been that the Marionettenspieler was deep in thought, considering all possibilities regarding his opponent. There were a few obvious possiblities...but how entertaining would they prove to be? Only one way to find out, but he wanted to keep those as a last resort...
In the meantime, the tendrils kept Tobias busy. Just how much strength was behind their blows would be made evident when the first one struck the ground, shattering the ancient tiles into tiny shards. They meant business.
Like trained attack dogs they continued to take turns until one branched off suddenly, the tip of it diving into the floor like a mutant worm, only to have other tiny tendrils spike up from the floor at random points.
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Post by Adrian on Aug 13, 2008 18:02:02 GMT -5
Recalling the shields, he hovered just off the ground, knowing that now he took up much less room along with disturbing less dust. Still hidden by the mists of destruction, he started to plot aganst Dietrich,at least until they settled. But for now the mist still provided cover. Tendrils seemed to be erupting all over the place, leaving him in quite a pickle. Gunfire did not sound in the air, perhaps meaning that Tobias would not give away his position to the tendrils either. Perhaps in a place where he could not see, it finally paid off to be temporarily blind. In addition keeping both eyes closed prevented any dust from entering them easily.
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Post by Luka on Aug 15, 2008 2:01:04 GMT -5
"I see..." came the quiet voice of the Marionettenspieler from somewhere off to Tobias' left. "He looks like a Decius?...Sounds boring. What were they, peasants?" Dietrich scoffed under his breath. "I don't have time to play with farm boys."
The tendrils suddenly withdrew, sucking back into the floor before snaking away from the holes they had created.
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Post by Adrian on Aug 15, 2008 2:14:12 GMT -5
Those words brought his blood to a boil that overflowed into the sudden amount of gunfire intoduced into the Pantheon. Anger flowed out from every pore as fangs along with teeth were ground together angrily. How dare this Terran speak such a way?! Of all families, his was one of the oldest who had played a part in helping with the formation of the Empire. Nothing about them related to farmers in the least sav for when they had once been humans centuries ago long before Dietrich's ancestors had ever rolled around together in a hayloft.
"WE WERE ONE OF THE FIRST!!! YOU ARE NOTHING COMPARED TO MY FAMILY, TERRAN BOY!!!"
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Post by Luka on Aug 15, 2008 3:03:27 GMT -5
"From what I hear..." the boy's soft voice continued. "They aren't such hot stuff anymore, are they?"
A pause. "On the verge of becoming commoners, you say? Hanging onto the courts by a thread? How pathetic."
Considering Dietrich had called Tobias 'Mr. Stranger' when they met...how did he know all of this now? Perhaps the Terran had psychic powers to boot.
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Post by Adrian on Aug 18, 2008 17:03:56 GMT -5
"LEAVE MY FAMILY OUT OF THIS OR I WON'T BRING YOU IN ALIVE! I'LL MURDER YOU DIETRICH THE TERRAN!"
He roared out while firing his gun in whichever direction he could sense their voice or true presence coming from. What an annoying brat this target was turning out to become in these recent moments. But deep down his mind battled for some type of calm nature, remembering reading about this boy in their file. Dietrich enjoyed picking his opponents apart from the inside like some type of insect or parasite.
For these reason he ceased firing a few moments before examining the room with a wild but calculating look in his eyes. Perhaps that might set off some type of reaction in the cruel Marionettenspieler. When he spoke again, the tone had become a half-calm one still seething with undertones of hatred. . .but all of it slowly seeping into the voice of someone taunting an inferior creature.
"From what I hear your family was worse than commoners. They even tried to kill you. . . just for being intelligent and a little monster. Perhaps that explains why you're such a messed up little sociopath. You're choosing your emotions to avoid old wounds, probably like the day you realized your own mother despised you. Or something to that effect."
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Post by Luka on Aug 18, 2008 19:02:18 GMT -5
"Oh boo-hoo-hoo." the Marionettenspieler's voice replied clearly. "Call the waahmbulance, I'm hurt...Hurt real bad..." The dust cleared, revealing the boy to be standing exactly where Tobias had sensed him. Smoking holes caused by deflected bullets surrounding him spoke of why he was still standing.
He smiled at Tobias like an angel, "But please don't stop...tell me more. I'm interested in what you have to say."
A cool, deep voice from behind Tobias spoke as well as a cold blade pressed to the side of his throat. "As would I."
A smile played through Nero's cold tone. "...to an extent. I haven't seen anyone from the Empire in such a long time. Tell me, does Augusta still play favorites? It would seem so if you are here...Has the Decius clan truly fallen so far that one of their sons wants to side with a Terran organization?"
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Post by Adrian on Aug 19, 2008 0:54:33 GMT -5
The Warrior Decius had been a split second away from pulling the trigger once more in the diretion of Dietrich. So close to scoring a likely hit that would blow away a limb. Or at the very least render it useless for a decent amount of time. So far only one man had managed to wound the Puppetmaster in battle. It had dissapointed him somewhat to find the Terran only mocked him for knowing such private information.
But then he heard a Recognizabl voice which proved an old rumor true. Talk had circled about the Empire of Nero not truly being dead, that he had traded sides. Examining the files held by AX only confirmed this, adding that he was searching for skin. Just enough to replace what had been lost due to Dietrich in battle. Yet the information did not end there at all from what Tobias had come to find through his search.
". . .Nero Rayner. So the rumors speak true. You're in service to this Terran now? I've read somewhere that you were defeated recent by a mere Terran as well. How pitiful. But for the last time my clan has not FALLEN. I am HERE to prove how much better a Methuselah, one of the Decius clan, is than this pitiful AX organization. I could defeat every last ONE of them if presented with a justified oppertunity. But I've decided instead to cruelly humiliate them by taking out one of their most vile foes."
Tobias' eyes locked onto Dietrich. His speech turned into a lousey distraction for what started to occur. Each of his amulets had begun to activate, those linked to his status anyway. He knew the type of power Nero wielded. But to allow them to sense his transformation so openly must have meant a diabolical plan had to be afioot.
"But he is proving a ouch more expierenced in battle than I had anticipated. Even still, I WILL defeat Dietrich to prove my power. Assist me in overthrowing your master will gain no sympathy. . . hower you may still do so if you must to retain dignity."
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Post by Luka on Aug 22, 2008 4:29:25 GMT -5
The edge of Rayner's dagger pressed deeper into Tobias' skin. Of course if the Methuselah had what Nero desired, he probably would have been much more careful...but just like everyone else in the Empire, Tobias had the same pale, moonlit complexion of those he hated. Those pale corpses, dressed in their expensive clothing, pretending to be better than the rest of the world...Well, Nero knew them for what they truly were...
"I would think that someone as high and mighty as you claim to be wouldn't even consider rumors...You must have a lot of time on your hands." The Auto's tone was tinged with malice as he openly scoffed at the Methuselah's words, letting him know how meaningless they were to him. "Justified opportunity? Since when have Methuselah ever needed to justify their actions to anyone but themselves!? All you live for is to soothe that twisted sense of honor! The dead have no need for honor!"
"We'll see in the end who has retained their dignity!"
As their little confrontation carried on, Dietrich continued to calmly stand by, watching the ordeal with a placid expression. After a moment he brought one of his hands up, idly tugging at his gloves. He really had no interest in all this grown-up talk of honor. From what he'd seen it never did anyone much good. It seemed like everyone wanted to die like a hero going home...how stereotypical. Too bad this wasn't the wild west. It was bothersome to think of other people everytime you chose to do something. The only person he bothered to think of was Esther...it was much easier that way. And much more entertaining.
He smiled fully, snickering slightly as Nero's anger got the better of him. Soft brown eyes gazed on as the Auto moved to plunge his dagger toward the other Methuselah's throat. What was his name again...Dishes? He snickered again, thinking of cheap one-liners he could possibly use:
'I'll serve up something you'll like--!'
Too bad Dishes wasn't a giant gay French chef. Dietrich's motivation would have been through the roof!
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Post by Adrian on Aug 25, 2008 5:58:10 GMT -5
Dishes ehy? If such an insult were unleashed upon his family name, one would be loosed upon the Marionettenspieler's first name. DIET-RICH, in protein? After all he got the feeling that this Devil-hearted kid had no sentiment toward his family name. Just one more weakness erased by the sick little cookie. So bad he didn't even get chocolate chip or raisins. Instead it would likely be maggots, to show just how rotten the boy was on his insides. NO CREAMY CARAMEL CENTER FOR HIM!
"Careful Nero, you're going to blow a fuse. Or whatever Gapetto over there did to you in private to bring you back from the dead. However I'll gladly return you to the bliss of death so that you may feel the torments of Hell! For I am still very much alive!"
During the Auto-Jagar's rant retort, DECIUS had moved his hand to brush off some of the dust that acted as mist. Only now the trademark Methuselah blade emerged if it had not already, to deflect the blow while he turned to shoot at Nero before turning to multi-task. His blade now pointed at the Telekinetic corpse, the shotgun found itself aimed at DIET-RICH in Carbs beore going off.
Next he started running toward an open space.
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Post by Luka on Aug 31, 2008 20:11:32 GMT -5
One of Nero's blades moved to parry Tobias' weapon as the Methuselah's other hand moved to face the direction of his unmoving Master. As the shotgun discharged the bullets would find themselves frozen mid-path, the little projectiles trembling as something held them at bay before quickly dragging them toward the ground.
"I have never FELT more alive than I do now!" the Auto laughed, the sound dry and rasping.
He turned to pursue Tobias, hardly hesitating as he unleashed a trio of sharp daggers toward his prey's back.
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Post by Adrian on Aug 31, 2008 20:42:36 GMT -5
Running with the speed granted to his race, the Methuselah halted after a few more yards. A sound reached his ears of those bullets falling to the floor in failuire. It annoyed him slightly to even slightly admit their mental powers presented an obstacle. But at least Nero could not read his thoughts or any truly annoying power along those lines.
Each dagger made a distinct sound when knifing through the air that his ears could pick up on easily. Turning his upper-torso in the slightest while moving his gun-arm, the Methuselah fire bullets at the aggers to attempt deflecting them. Levitating off of the ground seven feet, the Decius descendant then started to orbit around his oppenent. Gunfire errupted while he planned to see just how many things Rayner could concentrate on at once.
"Those feelings will soon end."
Just how had a mere human defeated Nero?
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Post by Luka on Aug 31, 2008 21:02:40 GMT -5
The exact details of Nero's defeat would likely not be revealed anytime soon. But whatever manner it had occured in must have been crushing to make such a proud creature willingly sacrifice himself for the boy.
A pair of faint lines appeared at the edge of Nero's mouth as the Auto concentrated, both hands held away from his body as the projectiles struck an invisible wall and slowed to a halt. As their numbers grew the little pellets trembled. A few tumbled uselessly to the ground, clattering like little hailstones.
"Yes, they will." a young voice drawled as long fingers gripped the Methuselah's hair to give his head a quick jerk backward, a boot quickly slamming toward his spine. How the 'Terran' had moved so swiftly was unclear. Perhaps he wasn't a Terran at all and possessed the Haste like a Methuselah did?
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Post by Adrian on Aug 31, 2008 21:09:54 GMT -5
Surprise showed no mercy to the levitating Methuselah as he took that harsh kick to the spine. A yell escaped in a way that might pierce the ears of a sensitive creature before it was silenced. Clenching his jaws to the point of drawing blood to conceal the pain, he started to fall from the air. In a daze of pain he fired wildly around him by spinning at a nauseating rate of revolutions. Everything tonight never went right from the beginning, his training felt almost like waste at the moment.
If he made it to the ground alive, a few staggeing steps would be taken.
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