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| The Rainbow Carnival; No Unicorns. | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Dec 1 2013, 04:34 PM (4,675 Views) | |
| Azeron | Dec 1 2013, 04:34 PM Post #1 |
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![]() A tourist spot for all the people from different lands. The surroundings of the Carnival is covered by drifting rainbow colored clouds like cotton candies. Edited by Azeron, Dec 22 2013, 04:57 PM.
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| Avalon | Dec 10 2013, 04:40 PM Post #41 |
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The Hungry Spirit
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Avalon anticipated his move as he holds his grip on Ankoku, he quickly tossed her off board then he performs a high-knee attack against the man hitting him on the stomach then Avalon gave him the most remarkable and bittersweet comment ever as he was foolish enough to interfere with his plans on bringing her to the Black King's Castle. "Woooooooooow~! Just chill there kiddo! Can't you see that she needs some privacy with me for a while? Hahahahahahah!" Avalon laughed as he watches the man.
Edited by Avalon, Dec 10 2013, 04:45 PM.
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| Tarrant | Dec 10 2013, 04:56 PM Post #42 |
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As there are light everywhere, he use it to cause an afterimage of himself so real that Avalon thought he touched the real thing. As soon as Ankoku is safely away from them in a location that is far from Avalon reach, he then looked at him. "Well, sorry for you, I was here first. And, if you do know what is 'privacy', then I suggest you let me have ours first." he told him. |
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| Malcolm | Dec 13 2013, 09:08 PM Post #43 |
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Attraction of Wrath
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Malcolm hated the place. Malcolm hated the lights. Malcolm hated the rides. Malcolm hated the entire essence of the location. Malcolm wanted to burn it down. Malcolm wanted to destroy it all. While he was walking, a kid ran into him and spilled his milkshake onto his shirt. Malcolm then tossed the kid aside, as well as his cardigan and polo, so all he had on was a tight, white tank-top. He didn't like revealing his body in public, seeing as how people would recognize him as the twin brother of Lust for it. He didn't like hearing the rude comments about his sister from the men in the Black Kingdom. But he liked spilling their blood for it. Fortunately for them, and unfortunately for Malcolm, there were no such people on the Rainbow Island. He could walk around without people giving him suspicious looks, or looking at him if he were a monster. Still, seeing all these people so happy... ...it made him angry. Not because it irritated him, but because he knew that no matter what happened, he'd never be as happy as these people. It hurt him seeing them happy. He wanted to get rid of their smiles. He wanted to blast it off with a squeeze of a shotgun trigger, or cut it out with a slice of a pair of scissors. Anything, really. But he wasn't in the mood for murder. As much as the people's happiness angered him, they weren't as bad as the people in the Black Kingdom. He looked rather odd after a while. An obviously dangerous and perfect-looking man with a somehow-gorgeous scowl on his face towering over a crowd of overly-happy people. The only thing that seemed to be normal for such a person to be in the island is that he had some cotton candy around his mouth that he was oblivious to. |
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| Viette | Dec 13 2013, 09:19 PM Post #44 |
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Deep eyes, empty smile
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Viette was sitting on the bench as the Ferris Wheel was directly ahead. She watched the silhouettes of the people beneath it and how it spinned, alternating and alternating glances every once in a while just to amuse herself. Seeing the people happy made her smile herself. But as she sipped the cup of juice she bought earlier, she reminded herself that this was what she had to protect in the war raging between B and W. Tick-tock her sundial went, the hand pointed noon. As she looked up, Viette looked up and saw quite a tall man who had something... like a milkshake all over his shirt, she saw him throw the kid and crash to the ground with her own two eyes. She was outraged and quickly flickered to the help of the child. With one arm held out of her coat, she looked at the man with disgust. ▓▒░You'd dare hit a child? she asked aggressively. The chatter in the carnival clouded her voice enough not to notice the commotion. Edited by Viette, Dec 13 2013, 09:29 PM.
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| Malcolm | Dec 13 2013, 09:36 PM Post #45 |
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Attraction of Wrath
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He had noticed the cotton candy and wiped it off when a woman suddenly appeared at the aid of the kid he tossed aside earlier. Ah. Finally. Someone that'd let him blow off some steam. However, the tone in her voice annoyed him. It sounded as if she didn't realize who he was. Her question angered her even more. He walked towards her, pushing people who were in his way aside. He towered above her and looked down at her. "I am Wrath. I'd dare hit anyone.", he snarled. Although he did have a soft spot for most of the female gender, he didn't like people who'd ask him questions that were obvious. However, if it were a man who answered that question, he'd have smacked the man already. "And I didn't hit him,", he said, leaning down to get in her face, his crimson red eyes radiating with the anger he kept inside his façade of a scowl, "I threw him.", he finished. |
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| Viette | Dec 13 2013, 09:47 PM Post #46 |
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The man shadowed over Viette as she still met his gaze. She slowly looked back first to nurse the child that had most likely been injured. The kid had a long gash up his arm. She put her arm over it and waved over it once or twice. The wound dissipated bit by bit on each motion. She took the bag of cookies she got from the kid at the riverbank earlier and handed it to the child. ▓▒░I hope this can make up for your milkshake. I'm really sorry, that had to hurt. With an embroidered handkerchief she pulled out of her pocket, Viette wiped the tears off the child's face. The child stood up and thanked Viette. As his parents arrived, senseless of what had just happened to their child. Viette turned back to Wrath. With her eyes slightly squinted, she spoke. ▓▒░Hit me then. Right here. She pointed to her cheek poking into it thrice. ▓▒░I'm not used to feeling what it's like to be hit. But at least it could make me feel less guilty about letting that child get hurt. |
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| Malcolm | Dec 13 2013, 10:08 PM Post #47 |
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He eyed the kid and his parents as they left. The happiness on the kid's parents ticked him off even more, his anger starting to radiate. His crimson eyes glinted, as if remembering their faces for later, and just barely, the corners of his lips rose maliciously. But in the blink of an eye, it was gone, and Malcolm was looking down at the woman with a new gaze. He had no reaction when she challenged him to hit her. He simply moved closer to her, and crouched, so his face was an inch or two away from hers. His blood-red eyes met her gaze, and his anger poured out of it. His face was expressionless, but all the anger he had inside of him resonated out, as if already answering her challenge. Making her know that he'd smack her without a reason to if he wanted to. He smiled. "I honestly would. But from what you said, it looks to me as if the guilt from not protecting these people is what's hurting you, and if I were to make that physical... Well, from what you said, it'd probably be helping you. So I'm going to hurt you in the way I know it will.", he said, his smile disappearing as he stood up, and strode away. Malcolm walked up to a man, who then instantly recognized him when he approached. He was about to run away when Malcolm suddenly had his leg extended forward, and his foot met the man's face at such a velocity that the man's head snapped back hard and he ragdoll'd away. He wasn't dead. Not yet. Malcolm walked over to the man's unconscious body, and held it up by the foot, his other hand in his pocket as he looked at Viette. Thanks to his physique and past, he was capable of doing more than just this. "Many ways to kill like this,", he said, looking at Viette straight in the eyes, his raven-black hair and blood-crimson eyes embodying the Sin that he was, as if it were a warning to everyone what kind of man he was. A man of death. A man of blood. A man of murder. However, he was also a man of his word. "However, I am also a man of my word. If you smack a child, I will refrain from killing this man right now.", he said, his voice low and rapsy, yet solid and stern, as if he weren't joking. He squinted his eyes and lowered the man's body, the man's head laying on the ground. Malcolm placed his foot on the of the man's head, but held onto his foot. He could easily smash the man's head in, or rip his head off like this. "And don't try anything funny, Miss. I believe it'd be the best for the three of us if you didn't." |
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| Viette | Dec 13 2013, 10:19 PM Post #48 |
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This angered Viette. She took a deep breath, and looked at the scene. She sheathed her sword on the ground, raised her finger and snapped releasing a clap of thunder that startled the by-passers away which was perfect since she needed the space to fight. And her sword was ready for a bit of practice. She took her sword and flickered behind Malcolm she roundhoused his foot away from the man's head, and grabbed the foot his hand left in the air. ▓▒░You're playing aren't you? Only children play; therefore I smacked a child. She flickered back to her previous spot with the man rested on her shoulders, and her sword back in its sheath. Where it should be. ▓▒░Laugh at the stupid logic, but I can't justify something that shouldn't be justified. Edited by Viette, Dec 13 2013, 10:22 PM.
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| Malcolm | Dec 13 2013, 10:53 PM Post #49 |
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When his feet was swept from under him, landed heavily on his back. It certainly wasn't something he didn't expect. He chuckled. Finally someone with at least some tenacity. But he was a man of his word. But murder was something he couldn't let go of. Neither was revenge. As he stood up, his back to her, there was one small crack running down the middle of his back, as if here were made of glass. Really strong glass. He turned around and glared at her with a smirk. "Like I said. I'm a man of my word. I won't kill the man.", he said, walking towards her. He suddenly fell into his shadow, and appeared out of her's, a shotgun against the back of her head, and holding her own sword against her neck. "And unfortunately, you have no price on your head. Which, is a shame. Much so, that I won't kill you right now.", he said, snarling into her ear. He smiled, and put the sword back in her sheath, with a careless stride, and walked off. He stood in a single dark spot, and turned around to face her, then looked down at his watch, waiting. After a few seconds, he nodded and looked at the girl. Then, he lifted the shotgun, and shot a stranger straight in the head. "I must leave now, Miss. But we will meet again. Come to the Black Kingdom some time. I shall give you your welcome party.", he announced, waving his shotgun in farewell, the stranger's corpse in front of his feet, head burst. "And I should probably tell you that in my territory...I don't play. Business is business. This was all but a vacation spot for me. If you step foot in the Black Kingdom, there's not a single inch of movement you'll be taking without me seeing you. But I reckon that's what we both want.", he said, raising an eyebrow in challenge. He waved his goodbye once again, shoved the dead body aside with his foot, and sank into his shadow, disappearing. |
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| Viette | Dec 14 2013, 06:25 PM Post #50 |
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Viette gasped for the man who was shot dead. Monsters those people from the black kingdom are. How abhorring. She whispered a short prayer to the dead, and asked some pawns nearby to fix the macabre scenario. It was truly not befitting of a place such as the carnival. ▓▒░Vices are what I seek to remove from existence.. Only purity must triumph. She knelt and whispered over the dead body. ▓▒░You have not died in vain. |
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