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| Broken Family; To most, war is agony. To all, it is opportunity. | |
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| GenocidalWurmpleArakune | Aug 27 2012, 09:46 PM Post #1 |
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The Scaslivy family live in a large home. While far from the most important or wealthy of NOL members, Gospodin and Apatiya Scaslivy- parents of Oksana and Albus Scaslivy- have still proven to be worthy of their admirable ranks, and have a beautiful salary to boot. By the time Albus was eight, they had bought a very large house. Some would call it a mansion, but it was small for such a title. Gospodin and Apatiya were fickle about their spendings. The architecture is simplistic and modern, as if to further the fact that the family did not pay as much as they appeared to. Nothing really makes to house pop out among the similar houses at a decent distance around it in the neighborhood. No gate, no cool additions like a small statue or pillars, a dull grey paint job...the home that Albus ran away from, fittingly, was the dullest, darkest, most unnoticeable place in the area. Just a block of land roughly seventy yards in length and in width with a great big block smack dab in the middle, three stories high with six windows and a door at the front next to the connected garage. To Albus, it's haunting. He stands on the other side of the road, gazing at the house with a stony expression. He had hoped to never return here. Just the thought of returning to the fifth Hierarchical City of Ibukido made butterflies go wild in his stomach. And here he was, back home to, of all things, save the one person who both showed true compassion for him and who his parents didn't chase off to keep him from rejecting the NOL. His fists clenched at his sides. 'JA idu, siastra' Albus takes off, sprinting onto the road where a car has to swerve to avoid him and crossing over into the yard. He swerves around as he runs, not hearing anyone shoot at him but knowing that there are gunmen on the top two floors. But they won't shoot at him. No, he knows that Terumi wants to fuck with him. Until he goes in guns a blazing, he won't be attacked. He rolls forward to stop in front of a window on the right side of the house. But instead of entering, he simply raises one finger and presses it to the bottom of the pane before straitening into a low crouch and speed walking over to left side, to a window that he knows by heart is to the living room. Glass spikes form on his knuckles and toes as he copies the motion he did to the other window. Then, both windows explode, throwing deadly glass shrapnel into the house. Albus hear's screams as he jumps in from his window, immediately seeing a soldier trying to ambush him from beside the window and delivering a brutal punch right to the man's face. Spoiler: click to toggle
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| Blue Warlord | Aug 27 2012, 10:04 PM Post #2 |
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"Mayhaps a full frontal assault was not the best solution, Mr Scaslivy." A great silver wolf bounded over Albus' head, fangs bared and snarling before sinking them into the arm of another soldier coming in from behind the glass wielder. With a leap, the beast backflipped several times before piledriving the man's head into the floor and leaping off, reforming back into Valkenhayn's human shape as he did so. "Albeit the one that grants the most stress relief. Where would we find your sister, if Terumi has indeed placed her somewhere in here? It would most likely be somewhere close to your heart. He has a certain flair for the dramatic." "I've said this before, Orpheus. I really don't like this." The man dressed in an plated black tank top with a facemask covering up the majority of his features spoke up from the back room. Having a long axe attached to his back via adhesion Ars, the male cracked his knuckles a few times before restlessly pacing the room, anxiously looking towards the door every now and then. "This is not the normal way we used to do things before I retired." Stroking a hand over his bald head, the Major sighed and shook his head, before unsheathing the axe. "Arianwen, engage." A light silvery sheen covered the edges of the axe. |
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| Smitejr | Aug 27 2012, 10:16 PM Post #3 |
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Jin was bored by this point. He had been stressed out anticipating a chance for revenge, but there was this ungodly, unbearable waiting... The guards that attacked did little to relieve tension, going down almost pathetically to Yukianesa's attacks. Looking back at those he is accompanying, Jin notes that they are faring about as well. "On the contrary, it is the only solution. If this is a trap, the only way to face what lies inside is to spring it. Terumi is counting on a brother scared out of his mind, desperate. We have to emulate that feeling. For one of us, it will not be hard." Swinging Yukianesa in an upward sweep to counter a hasty attack, Jin lets out another sigh as the man's weapon is destroyed, a nasty, frozen cut on his chest. "The rest will have to try and imagine." |
| Tune your ear to the frequency of despair, and cross-reference by the longitude and latitude of a heart in agony. | |
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| Gleam | Aug 27 2012, 10:47 PM Post #4 |
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A deep, heckling laugh. The doors to the family den swing open, and behind them stands Hazama, his smile wicked and cruel. Behind him lie a long, ragged series of scratches in the floor, clawed into the hardwood floor, scraped and dug with human hands. A bloody, open collar lies there on a chain, beside a single human eyeball, perfect and alone, laid standing up. And behind him is the fireplace, heavy iron pitons driven into the brick, the metal sullen and chill. The chain runs through them, halted from sliding through by a fire poker thrust straight through the loops. And from the end of that chain dangles Oksana, its bloody coil looped around her dislocated, swollen blue ankle. She hangs upside down, loose and swinging in the air silently, hair coated in thick blood and bitten away in swathes, her head bald to the skin in patches, bloody pieces of scalp evident where her hair has been torn out. Blood trickles from the corner of her bruised mouth, and a shirt has been wrapped around her head roughly and tied in place. Her arms sway just above a hellish green pit that eats the far side of the room away, a hole in space and a rip in time. Beneath, the sickly acid glow emits, a radioactive sheen that steams on the brick and makes the air hiss like a maddened snake. A color that burns and writhes. Oksana's arms are burnt to the wrist from hanging within reach of that sickly green glow, flesh scorched from bone, leaving sickly white phalanges on display, gleaming phosphorescent in the darkened room. Above it the sludge of her former flesh drips down those delicate bones, slowly dissolving from the intense bombardment of energy. A horrid shade of gray-green flesh coats her arms all the way up to the elbow, poisoned and corrupted. And in that pit is the hissing, steel-crooked smiles of serpents, wrought in iron, boiling in that green abyss. "I guess her hobby-horse done gave out." Hazama murmurs, the words odd and discordant, echoing and malignant. Audible to all watching. He tosses the other eye up and down in his hand, thin red fibers trailing from it. He catches it, and holds it up. The color of the iris is the same as Albus's. "She just couldn't pull long enough - all through the night." Hazama croons, and tosses the eye behind, where it lands behind its mate. And then his smile widens, and what emerges is not a laugh and not a cough, but some freakish hacking of the air, gutteral and hateful and knowing. And his eyes burn, amber-bright in the putrescent glow. Edited by Gleam, Aug 27 2012, 10:51 PM.
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Class. Dig it up, dust it off, hang that shit crooked on an ear. My halo's a land mine rind, amigo.
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| GenocidalWurmpleArakune | Aug 27 2012, 11:38 PM Post #5 |
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Orpheus glares at Dean, Catoptr reflecting face and voice. "Watch your tongue, Hetfield." He spits back, venom dripping from his voice as he says his surname. "The Grim Reaper and your son have created pandemonium. The scale of balance has shifted beyond recognition. They way things were done before you retirement is utterly useless at his point." He turns to the door and opens it, motioning the Major to follow him into the hallway. They are on the second floor, watching the stairs. He plans on waiting until the rebels come upstairs, using himself, Dean, and what few soldiers- mostly projectile shooters- deployed there. "If balance is to be restored, than we must tip it back with exactly as much force." "Tch." Albus responds to Valkenhayn. "Gonna do what I can, Valk." He thinks about the werewolf's question for a moment. He knows of one place that would certainly be the most disturbing for his sister to be held in, and he gets a sick feeling in his stomach. "Top floor. There's a room that my parents would always let me and sis play around in whenever she wasn't too busy with Library shit. She'll be there." Albus runs out of the room, motioning towards the right. "I don't want someone to slip by and then ambush him from behind. Valk, you go that way. That leads to the my dad's old workroom. Jin, follow me. We're going towards the kitchen." As Albus enters the hallway that leads to the two rooms, he throws out both hands, sending clouds of dust- partially formed glass particles- both ways, catching a soldier both ways in the face. The one that Albus faces cries out as the dust rushes into his eyes, forcing them shut in pain and causing him to drop some no-name sword ars. Before the man can recover, Albus swipes with a hand, causing glass shards to form and drive into his side, forcing the man on his knees before Albus punches him much like the first man. |
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| Blue Warlord | Aug 28 2012, 08:06 PM Post #6 |
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"And you watch yours, Captain," Dean fired back, eyes narrowing, the only sign of his irritation, thanks to his facemask. "I still outrank you, regardless of your status on this mission. I can still rip your teeth through your asshole if need be." Arianwen glowed slightly. "And no bringing up my son. Last I checked, he kicked your ass and you had to go all out to beat, what was it? A 'mere' mechanic? And you were a Wing of Justice?" His eyes filled with pride and playful mirth. "Yeah, that was it. Man, oh man, were you having an off day." Concentrating again, a silvery chain of seithr appeared with a metallic clink, linking from the tip of Arianwen's handle to the centre of Dean's palm. He shot Orpheus a dirty look, once again frowning. And if you didn't hold my wife over my head... I'd be fighting right alongside him. "Please, Mr Scaslivy, refer to me as Valkenhayn. 'Valk' makes me sound like some sort of ingrate." the werewolf gently chided, before walking down to Albus' dad's old workroom. As expected there were troops. As expected, Valkenhayn went to work. |
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| Smitejr | Aug 28 2012, 10:13 PM Post #7 |
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Following Albus, Jin leaps into the air. Quickly weaving a relatively simple ars, he uses it to propel himself through the air beyond his initial jump, and head hurtling towards a soldier. Slicing Yukianesa in an upward arc, Jin fires an ice sword at another hapless guardian once his slash dealth with the first one. Then, as gravity claims him once more, he creates one of his trademark oversized icicles, and rammed it straight down at a third soldier. "This is your house, Albus. I can't press forward without you leading the way. So please, try to remember just how necessary it is that we keep a decent pace." Jin instantly executes a Gale as an opponent slashes down from behind him, easily being able to hear the man coming. "Taking this much time on mere soldiers is pathetic." |
| Tune your ear to the frequency of despair, and cross-reference by the longitude and latitude of a heart in agony. | |
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| GenocidalWurmpleArakune | Aug 29 2012, 09:01 PM Post #8 |
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Two soldiers approaching Jin were felled by a cube of glass thrown at them and shattered at waist level. Albus brushed pass Jin and kicked the first soldiers feet out from under him, then creating a spike and crashing it harshly on the man's stomach. His eyes were cold as he let the spike disappear before dodging a shaky stab of a spear from the second man. When the man tried another painful lunge, he formed a Bräcklig Sköld, blocking the attack before letting the whole shield burst, digging more crystal barbs into the soldier. The bloodied man fell to the ground with an agonized cry. "Zatknisʹ, Jin. Not in the mood for any shit right now. Glass usually doesn't kill fast, and everyone on this floor has to be knocked into next week unless you want them to get us when we're getting out of here." He stalked down the hallway, now cleared though he stayed alert in case of an ambush. At the end of the hall was two large doors, behind witch held the kitchen, one of the largest and spaciest of the rooms in the house. "Brace yourself." He muttered as he grabbed the two doors. "There's no telling what brutes are waiting for us in here." He pushed both doors as hard as he could, instantly clawing his hands to form glass if need be. Spoiler: click to toggle
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| Gleam | Aug 29 2012, 09:47 PM Post #9 |
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The room is gone. The floor has vanished, replaced by an endless pit that screams down forever. Chains dangle down from the ceiling, their heads punched straight through it, and up and down their lengths crawl distorted, apelike creatures with burnt-shut faces, black skin steaming continuously from some great internal pressure. One on the nearest rope turns to regard Albus, cracking open wide red eyes, and screams. The scream is echoed by a dozen of its kin, and the ape leaps from its chain, seizing at the base of the door with one hand and jabbing a fist at Albus the size of his head with the other. Its brethren follow, maddened and legion, weaponless and insane. Two squirm in over the first arrival and leap out past, trying to land on the other side of the door, and one clings to the top of the opened doors and swungs crudely sharpened nails at every face nearby. |
Class. Dig it up, dust it off, hang that shit crooked on an ear. My halo's a land mine rind, amigo.
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| GenocidalWurmpleArakune | Aug 29 2012, 10:11 PM Post #10 |
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Albus' blood runs cold as he sees the gaping abyss and the things inside of it. "What the fu-!" That's as far as he gets before the creatures scream and he scrambles away barely a step before he realizes he needs to do something now to thin the numbers or him and Jin are going to be swarmed. He thrusts his open palm forward. "Venganza!" Glass forms in front of his hand, making a tall and round oval-shaped shield. Albus lets the apes pound on it for a second before giant splinters of glass, as thin and long as harpoons, launch from the shield and skewer them, pinning them against a surface if possible, before the rest of the shield shatters and Albus launches the mass of shards, trying to cover as much space and cut as many apes as he can. However, he knows it's not enough. Almost immediately after throwing the shards, the monster hanging from the door, which dodged the counter-assault, slashes at him. Albus barely reacts in time, swerving away and receiving three cuts along his shoulder for his trouble. He hisses in pain before sending a small swarm of shards towards the beast. "Shit! What the hell are these things?" |
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