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 Posted: Tue Jun 14, 2011 3:14 pm
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Posted: Tue Jun 14, 2011 4:22 pm
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Posted: Tue Jun 14, 2011 5:38 pm
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Dalila Harford When Iga entered the cell, she just glared at him. Her supply of pure terror had run dry and she was just sore and angry. What had she and Melanie done to deserve this constant torment? She had died at least ttwenty times in here, and she had a mark that made her easy prey. Dalila took in his words in a sort of calm silence, but she was fumming. She was no longer scared, just angry. She didn't want to be the weak one anymore. She didn't want to force Melanie to protect her. She didn't want Melanie to pay for her own suffering. Dalila Grace Harford was done being the one that was pushed around. It was time she pushed back. "Good. Let the b*****d try again. I swear to the Goddess and to Bastet I will end him. I am DONE being the victim. I am DONE letting them kill me without a fight. I. Am. DONE." She growled coldly, her magick whipping the air around her, the force behind it moving her hair in an unseen gale-force wind.
She kept growling and stood, walking the cell and hitting the wall in her anger, mint green magick wrapping around the fist and burting into flames on impact. It felt good to use her powers for violence. Violence felt like an instant high for her as she never used her magick for more than simple defense, and kept it in a very close check when she needed a more offensive defense. But now, Dalila felt the rage and hurt building, fueled by her incredible amount of unstable magick, and it felt amazing to break things. She grinned coldly and hit the wall again, seeing if she could break it, wanting to injure Eblis, to hurt, to maim, to kill. |
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Posted: Tue Jun 14, 2011 5:50 pm
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Posted: Tue Jun 14, 2011 6:08 pm
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Posted: Tue Jun 14, 2011 6:29 pm
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Epsilon Epsilon was staggering down the halls, trying to dredge up any and all of the soul-high Dalila had given him, and only able to grasp small slivers of sanity. He shook his head slowly and kept moving, away from the master that had broken so many rules and forced him to do such cruel things with the threat of no souls if he didn't comply. I... I just want to be with Lucion... Why can't I be... with the one I love..? He asked himself groggily, forcing himself to keep his high going.
He looked up and saw the snake from before, and he knew that she had no love for this form of him. Epsilon also knew that Dalila would never be free of the mark if he was alive. He felt his throat threaten to close from heartache, but he knew he had to do this, to stop his masters and find some sort of redemption. Epsilon walked over to her, looking down at her with tear-filled eyes, trying to look insane and deadly. "I want to kill them both." He told her in a voice laced with hate. While he meant his masters, he knew she would think he was speaking of hers. This was the only way to do this right. |
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Posted: Tue Jun 14, 2011 6:50 pm
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Vela
"You'll never get the chance to lay a hand on either of them..."
Not only was the spider big, he was far more experienced with magic than Vela was. She had learned from watching Lucion though. It would take a bit more effort from her than a would a normal magic user, but she could bring Epsilon down. The snake focused to the best of her ability, trying to recall how she had seen Lucion produce flames before.
'I hate fire...'
Before she even knew what was happening, the snake had set the entire area on fire, the uncontrolled red and black blaze engulfing everything in its path. Vela screeched and tried to coil herself tightly to prevent herself from being burned. She closed her eyes and hissed, trying to stop the fire or at least convert it into something else.
Converting it proved to be easier. Instead of burning everything, Vela managed to freeze it instead. Unlike the fire, Vela actually had some control over the newly formed ice. It took a little bit of work, but the snake eventually managed to form a couple of large and particularly sharp icicles above Epsilon and made them drop, piercing their mark without any trouble.
"Note to self, fire bad. Fire very bad."
Vela nuzzled one of the burns that now covered her body before looking at the spider. She wasn't even sure if she had killed him.
"Did I win?" |
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Posted: Tue Jun 14, 2011 6:59 pm
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"You know, If I had magic I'd probably blow a hole on the front door and leave." He commented absently, observant of Dalila's power from a distance. Being back to his relatively normal self, Reelo couldn't help but think of different ways to escape- now he had a new one to contemplate. Dalila. He flexed his own fingers a few times wishing dearly that he had some sort of power, anything really...even if it was for his own amusement that would be fine. And yet nothing happened. Not a spark, a flame, a light, nothing. He was as human as he had ever been. Now that he had come to terms with that fact, again, the boy sought something else to do and he found it in the form of one of the other females. 'My birthday is tomorrow..' He knew what she had meant when she had said that, and would be happy to oblige her. Given what he had been through, Reelo was ready to take any bit of pleasure he could get out of this place now. For now however, he was bored and could think of nothing else to do so he made an actually half way thoughtful decision to make the weird rabbit girl a present. "Hey, Iga- erm..Jordan, whatever. Can I maybe get some paper and a pencil or something? Markers, whatever..doesn't matter as long as I can write." |
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Posted: Tue Jun 14, 2011 7:05 pm
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EpsilonEpsilon sighed and shook his head in a slightly amused manner. She was trying, he had to give her that. Plus she had tried a fire spell his beloved Lucion had enjoyed, but she couldn't control it. Oh well, gotta make it look good at least for her. Can't let her think I want to die. It wouldn't sit well. He told himself and slammed his forearms into the spikes in his abdomine to break them off. "No, Vela. Still here and kicking. You have to try harder than that my friend. I'm a demon, remember? I bit Dalila. I tortured her with my masters. I hurt her." He told her, though his voice cracked in shame.
He saw a large ice spike that was growing out at an angle and he moved closer to it, hissing at the snake, but his heart wasn't in it. He made a few wide swipes at her, mising by miles, as he positioned hiself infront of the ice, the point behind his heart. If the familiar hit him back, it would kill him. "I will hurt her again if you don't stop me. I may even kill her if my master wishes me to. Possbily even Vivica. If he ever kills Dalila, he will move onto Vivica and I will hurt her at his will." He told her, his voice half chocking in his throat. He wasn't maing threats, he was telling her the truth of the future. He needed to give her the reason she needed to throw him backwards to his death. "I will kill them sooner or later Vela. It is only a matter of time before my master wishes me to kill htem. And I will kill them slowly." |
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Posted: Tue Jun 14, 2011 7:10 pm
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Posted: Tue Jun 14, 2011 7:18 pm
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Posted: Tue Jun 14, 2011 7:39 pm
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