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| Topic Started: Apr 1 2016, 01:44 PM (133 Views) | |
| Sabellius | Apr 1 2016, 01:44 PM Post #1 |
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Fléctere si néqueo súperos, Acheronta movebo.
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Pre-Lachesism "He comes!" "Help! "He's too strong!" Half a dozen children of a myriad of ages ran squealing around the corner, slipping and sliding on the ice, the smallest going arse over tit and piling into a snowdrift til his companions fished him out. The eldest shrieked and pointed, drumming his feet in a frantic rhythm of alarm as they scattered, screeching with laughter, making noise for the sake of noise. "I AM UNCHAINED!!!" Sabe hurled himself around the corner after them, feet skidding this way and that on the ice til he was forced to use his claws, bent double and nearly on all fours, bellowing like a mad thing. People balked on the street, turning wide eyed as he tore through them heedlessly in a relentless pursuit of the screaming pack. With one hand he scooped up a little girl, tucking her neatly under his arm, feet kicking and fists beating on his forearm as he laughed. "Nooo The Crimson Angel of Judecca has me!" "And now her soul is MINE!" The children halted, gathering as he lifted the squealing girl over his head with both hands, tail lashing as his eyes sparked with triumph. Someone shouted behind him, another rose from where he knelt beside a broken cart, hefting the hammer in his fist. One of the boys stepped forward, his juvenile features all grim seriousness as he raised his hand before him; "By the name of iron I bind you!" The Cambion faltered, his composure breaking a touch as he remarked flatly; "You can't do that, it doesn't work." "Yeah I can! I bind you and you can't move! Your pain is endless!" "No we have to weaken him first, it's too easy otherwise." "But we already tried that once and then Master Balmug told us off for breaking his window." His eyes followed each of the children as they continued their back and forth, then up to the girl still suspended above his head, and back again. "Well..." Five pairs of eyes turned back to him at the sound of his heavy voice, and he grinned as menacingly as he dared. "I challenge you to mortal combat on the battle ground! Where no windows may be destroyed or innocents harmed, and miles of terrain to cover and it's totally isolated because nobody lives there, and ample cover for both sides remains! And it's right over there! Hahahahaaaah!" "To the battlefield! The Angel is going to take the Lady of the Flowers there, and sacrifice her for his sins!" A curiously flat expression crossed the Cambion's face as he stood there a moment. "Gods, you guys are grim. I hope I was never so bloodthirsty at your age." He flashed a smile at the pensive cartwright as he passed, the girl tucked back under his arm, and gave him the thumbs up. It didn't look particularly reassuring but as the little crowd ran, skipped and bounced around him, it hardly looked like he was going to literally stand there and eat them, maybe. He'd have to be at least out of sight in the park, not on the edge of it if he really wanted to. "As I was saying...HER SOUL IS MINE!" Sabe lifted the girl back over his head and puffed out his chest, roaring a most terrible laugh as they sized him up. "Nooo! Eye of Judgement!" "Argh! Not..that...!" "Feel it breathing of your hatred!" "Infinity Blade!" He reeled in mock pain, carefully depositing the child in the snow where she scrabbled away. "CURSE YOU GOLDEN SERPENT OF HEAVEN!" "Feel the bite of my Time's Cessation!" "That's a big word." "I learned it at the archives." "Neat. Augh, I can't...move...! What is this wizardry?!" "Now! Everyone, attack!" "What?! NO! THIS CANNOT B-uuurghghg-" The first snowball his him square in the mouth, the second missed, the third managed to catch him on the thigh, dangerously close to the mark if he was any judge. The hail of sudden missiles had him flinching and covering his head as snowball after snowball pelted him, til he knelt, grasping at the earth and panting. "Now! I bind you with the Name of Iron!" He snarled at them, then seemed to deflate, just trying to catch his breath a moment. "It's too late...he needs to be called back..." "He doesn't look like himself any more." "We should kill him. It's the only way." "We can't do that Reginald! Mum would ground us for at least a week." "There is only one who can call me back from Oblivion." "But we haven't found them yet..." "Perhaps you haven't been looking hard enough...harken now...for the arrival of Edelblau, Prophet from the Blue Sky!" He stabbed his finger at random, picking out a passerby, and sending the children haring off after them instead, hands tugging at clothes at they clamored around the blue skinned man. "Wait...don't I know you...Edelblau?" ((Everybody loves a Hatoful reference.)) |
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| Johnny | Apr 1 2016, 02:40 PM Post #2 |
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He still wasn't too sure if he liked the snow or not. It was alright, and not as unbearable as a dry summer. The snow wasn't tasty and hurt his head too much if he ate a lot of it at once, but he still found himself shoveling mouthfuls of the white fluff in his mouth every day. A woman had been kind to give him a badly knitted sweater, which was just as uncomfortable as it was ugly. He didn't like wearing his shoes, but not wearing them meant his toes froze. The slime that coated his skin was thick and often was the consistency of half-dried glue, which he found incredibly annoying. He guessed snow was okay. Not awful, not great, probably could do without it. Johnny had been minding his own business, picking at the half-dried slime and scales on his arm when he heard a literal tiny army running at him. A man, who seemed to have indulged in snow eating, as the merman did himself, was looking right at him. He did know the man, a man that was the reason Johnny had the very thing that he wore around his neck right then. He had grown fond of his prize and somehow hadn't managed to pay the price for it. All thanks to the dark man. Who had sent his minions to attack, it seemed. They were all about him, grabbing at his ugly sweater and pulling him towards the familiar face. He couldn't remember a name, not necessarily because Sebellious hadn't given it to him, but more because Johnny wouldn't have remembered it if he'd been told his name every day. Johnny didn't have time to worry about whether or not he could remember the man's name. He was shocked, his face frozen with cold and terror. They pulled the merman towards Sabe. "You sure this is the Blue Prophet?" "He smells like a fish!" "Is he even from the sky?" Everything started to click. Not in the way it should be clicking, but in the way things clicked in Johnny's mind. Johnny stomped a foot on the ground, successfully allowing the floor to be his. "Yes, it is I! Edemboo," "Edelblau," one of them corrected. "Can you even fly?" "Yes I can!" Johnny didn't think he could fly, but he honestly hadn't tried before. "Now what do you want?" |
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| Sabellius | Apr 22 2016, 01:42 AM Post #3 |
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Well now. It was difficult to place, like dragging out an old suitcase full of memories, but he thought he had it. Standing under the glaring Ashokan sun with a dozen oddments of jewellery stuck to his everywhere, and some guy shouting about stolen property...yeah, a necklace or something, and the guy ate it. Or did he? Eh, didn't matter. What was his name again? Began with a J. Jonesy? Janice? Jimminy? Well...more importantly where did he get such an ugly sweater? It was almost physically painful to look at, the uneven knitting, lopsided sleeves, the way it bulged alarmingly on one side, like its creator couldn't decide whether the wearer was six feet or six inches. Maybe they were slightly mad. It was like looking at a perfectly paved street, the tiling tessellated artfully, then finding just one the wrong colour, or slightly misplaced. Maddening. It made him want to unpick the lot and start over, correcting the entire garment for him....except that he couldn't knit. It had something to do with using those chop-stick things, he knew that much. He'd stabbed a man in the face with a chopstick once. It wasn't very satisfactory as a weapon. Joplin? Jaundiced? Jumprope? Hells, this was going to bug him until he finally got it. "Hm...he kinda does smell like a fish. But there are flying fish, y'know. And he's blue, so you'll never see him comin' until...BAM! There he is! JUSTICE!" "Fish don't fly!" "You're a liar!" "Liar liar, pants on fire!" Sabe gazed up from his knees at the fish-man, brow furrowing with frustration as he sought to find his name. "Can you fly, Edelblau? You must, else I shall never be free, and they will have to destroy me, else I destroy the entire world and everyone in it." Jack? Jasmine? Jade... His mouth stretched into an unnerving smile as the children whooped and ran around the pair of them, apparently oblivious to this whirlwind of screeching arms and legs. "Bet you can't fly up that tree!" "Or on that building?" Jeffrey..? Jason? Jemima? Of course, both of them knew that the guy couldn't really fly...but just this once, he felt like lighting up their worlds, and giving this strange and willing playmate the fame he deserved. "I believe in you. You can do it." He continued to stare intently at Johnny, his grin widening as he felt the laws that bound them flex, and warp. He'd make him fly, even if only for a few moments. Spoiler: click to toggle
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