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Post by Adrian on Jul 3, 2008 3:18:18 GMT -5
"I think you're blabbering."
Was all Dietrich managed to get out of the mysterious man in response to the question asked of him. A rather trivial one at that to be sure. It could have been a longer reply however, by adding in: . . .just like a level boss in a video game that tries to win through meaningless taunts that frustrate the weak-minded. But there was a simple problem standing in the way of that little insult coming true. Mostly that this being actually knew nothing at all about the existence of video games.
"Oops is right, cheaters never win."
He replied after watching the reanimated Hornets attack the regular ones for a few moments, letting his foe be lulled into a false sense of security. Just as he uttered 'oops' the cover had blown itself as even the reanimated Hornets now came after the Puppetmaster. But how did anything override the power of persuasion and beyond created by those wires? It was the power of natural instinct overriding any type of individual thought process contained by truly sentient creatures. This would be a lesson in such matters for the boy as they closed in now at top speed from an even closer distance, coming to sting him right through the clothing.
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Post by Luka on Jul 3, 2008 3:43:13 GMT -5
The wrinkles in his forehead deepened as his frown grew a little more serious. He stood still, staring down at the swarm as it closed in. Was he already giving in to his fate? If it was, then that wasn't like the Marionettenspieler at all...
It wasn't until the hornets had almost closed in did he move, turning his head aside as a column of blue flame swept through the hallway.
"It isn't cheating." he said quietly, "Just evening out the players in the field."
A boyish laugh echoed through the flames, "But don't worry, if he dies I won't resurrect him! It seems though that I'm much luckier than the Mage when it comes to test runs...the other one died so easily it wasn't even funny. Hopefully I have worked out all the 'Tovarich' in this model."
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Post by Adrian on Jul 3, 2008 4:06:18 GMT -5
The poor manipulator did not understand how even now he was already doomed to an unescapable fate. But upon seeing the flames a brief look of concern did flash across his face. Just what was the weird kid sending out to fight him now? Leveling the playing field. . . honestly it was a bit to coincidental with the moment he had begun to get close to incurring damage. Most people would either call that cowardice or a 'wise strategy' depending on hich side of the fight they were.
"Maybe you're just a lousy craftsman."
He replied while dodging into one of the cells to avoid any direct damage from the flames. Not enough power was possessed by him to fully block flames of such an intensity. Buzzing wings & blazing fire drowned out any other sound in the hallway for a few moments. Suddenly a stream of fiery bullets came through the blue fiarz. Apparently someone still had a firearm on their person. Perhaps not everything had been counted on by his opponent.
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Post by Luka on Jul 3, 2008 4:14:53 GMT -5
"No." he said casually. "I don't think that's it." Although at this point where exactly the voice was coming from was unclear. Had he allowed himself to be engulfed by the flames? Not likely. At any rate, the boy was nowhere to be seen.
The stream of fire that swept through the hall flickered and backdrafted as the bullets exploded in the extreme heat. In the end, the blue flames died. A thin figure stood at the end of the blackened hall. Small tongues of flame curled around his fingers from the ignition points in the palms of his hands but the deep shadow prevented much else from being seen.
"T...nn....ngh...." the thing groaned out as if in pain. It wobbled on its feet slightly, giving it the appearance of either being dizzy or drunk. Given that the original version had an opium and alcohol vice, perhaps it wasn't all that far from the truth.
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Post by Adrian on Jul 3, 2008 11:40:50 GMT -5
Hornets now fled from the Prison itself through the windows, likely ordered to through their strange connection with the Rider. Or perhaps they were following someone? A certain someone who always ran away when the odds seemed a bit much for him. Either way their numbers could likely be counted as in the hundreds while exiting through a window in the cell. Perhaps the Puppetmaster might just be afraid of anyone witnessing him breaking a sweat in battle. But putting all of that aside one had to wonder where exactly the original version even was at.
"Looks like you've still got plenty of flaws in your handiwork, floss-boy."
The Rider muttered while runniing out of the cell, right back into the cellblock. He was actually charging straight toward the psuedo-Ifreet on foot at an inhuman pace. In fact he moved fast enough to be a peer with the one who had just vanished and likely even more than that was his potenial. Somehow the thought occurred that just maybe a display that was more show than violent could do a bit of good here. But then again he might not have the time for such elaborate battle tactics.
Which led to the somewhat frightening occurence which followed. From the sleeve of the arm with a black glove, out came a weapon that was entirely black. The way it had been summoned resembled that of a Methuselah blade yet this one was different. It looked to be painted or actually was completely black. Not only that but it looked less like a blade and more like some lance-type weapon with a deadly looking tip. In fact it heavily resembled the design of a stinger. . . extended out to a length of about a foot.
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Post by Luka on Jul 3, 2008 18:49:37 GMT -5
There was no reply from the Marionettenspieler...
The scrawny figure at the end of the hall didn't move fast enough. His azure eyes opened wide as the stinger plunged into his abdomen. Little more than a strangled gasp of surprise left his lips.
Until now.
"Nah." the boyish voice laughed. "That's because he just woke up."
The figure of the youth 'unraveled' again behind the Hornet. His hands swept upward then down, a noose created of filament looping around the bee boy's throat. The noose tightened as the Puppetmaster stepped away, the filament rope that was attached to the ceiling tightening to nearly lift Cobier off his feet.
The Ifreet's body was leaned forward slightly, his gaze blank as the corpse he was. Then his eyes rolled up suddenly, his pupils dilating as he focused on Cobier. The air in front of the wound where the large stinger had buried itself wavered.
The boy gave a satisfied "Mhmm..." as he added a moment later, "I always liked that feature."
The air in the room went deadly still for a moment as the Ifreet's blood combusted, flames flowing from the open wound freely.
[EDITED FOR SCIENCE O MAI GAWD]
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Post by Adrian on Jul 3, 2008 19:21:03 GMT -5
He had been lifted up off the floor by an invisible noose, something simple yet perhaps the Marionettenspieler deserved a tiny bit of credit for whatever magic trick he used to vanish & reappear like that. Either way a plan for attack had to be devised within the mere seconds he had left to live. What a strange being, to think about how to attack before he considered any method of escaping the current situation.
"Maybe you should have picked the standard AC. . ."
Just as the air in the room went deadly still, the Deadly Stinger was pivoted a bit before being pulled out entirely. At that moment wings that seemed to be made of light came out from his back without shredding the clothing, lifting him up further from the floor to create some slack even for just a moment to move over & behind the Radu-clone. In unison with this action he had kicked the corpse in a fashion to send it stumbling toward Dietrich just as the fiery death combustion took place.
". . .But you probably prefer models with a leather exterior!"
Even if Dietrich survived the Ifret's flames, two things this Horrornt would have liked just might occur. One of them being that while surviving, that Angel face became burned enough to make the Marionettenspieler look like the Devil he really was on the inside. No more Dorian Grey action. The second that whatever fillaments were connecting the noose to it's master would be burnt away. Maybe even those keeping the ceiling together would be destroyed and cause a collapse.
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Post by Luka on Jul 3, 2008 20:31:23 GMT -5
The jerk from the force of the noose holding up Cobier's weight and the following jerk of him kicking his foe caused the cracks in the ceiling to expand and shear away in chunks. The cracks quickly spread out, the heavy brick-size and larger pieces raining down on the whole party.
The Marionettenspieler could be seen raising an arm in front of his face as the flames gushed in his direction. He was soon cut off from view.
As for the Ifreet, he collapsed to the floor after being struck by the falling debris.
In a matter of moments the entire ceiling had collapsed, filling the air with thick dust particles.
So much for preserving for the future...
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Post by Adrian on Jul 3, 2008 22:48:28 GMT -5
As the debris began to fall, he found himself freed from the noose as his opponent had much more pressing issues to deal with at the moment. Using speed given by those wings he had summoned supernaturally, the Rider had been able to avoid the debris for the most part. Save for the one which had hit him smack in the face due to that same speed. Closing his eyes was likely the only thing which had saved him from losing eyesight. Now the insect-goggles were shattered though, revealing a surprise to anyone present that was still living when his eyes opened again.
Violet eyes.
The Deadly Stinger which had extended outward from his arm now seemed to have vanished entirely. Slowly the Rider rose up onto his feet from the crouch position, placing a hand upon his face where he felt some pain. What an annoying foe to face for sure as they had so much power at their disposal it seemed right now. Hopefully they were only human or he might really be in some trouble then.
"Well Floss-boy, if you're still kickin' we can trade names sometime."
It seemed he was preparing to leave, perhaps interested in something more important than battling random strangers which decided to follow him around.
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Post by Luka on Jul 4, 2008 3:20:31 GMT -5
"Sure."
The word might or might not have been lost in the sound of the last bits of wall crumbling away. Maybe it was just one of those random sounds that his brain had associated with speech.
If the Rider decided to take a look around he would see a large crimson stain spreading beneath a large pile of rubble. Could it be the boy? The Ifreet? Perhaps both the master and his creation had perished together.
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Post by Adrian on Jul 4, 2008 3:29:04 GMT -5
"Well mine's Cobier. See ya around floss-boy."
Using the wings he started to ascend higher, up from within those prison walls as his winged air force awaited him in the skies. But he did not take to the clouds. Instead the Rider went back to his acquired motorcycle, firing it up and then riding off on it just as recklessly as he had entered the place. Far above him a swarm moved through the air fluidly and even keeping up with the motorcycle. But if he felt later on that their formation should change. . . it probably would.
Soon, he had left Rome entirely.
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Post by Luka on Jul 4, 2008 3:44:05 GMT -5
It took a considerable amount of effort to carefully push off all the rubble so that he could emerge relatively unscathed. His filaments had helped in suspending most of it away from his body before it could do any real damage. It took more effort to clean the dust off his clothes. He couldn't return home looking beaten, could he?
But oh did he have something interesting to tell the Mage when he got there!
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