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 Posted: Sun Feb 03, 2013 3:27 pm
Phoebe marched forward, her hand tightening around the hilt of her sword "My farther was and arrogant and ignorant man who destroyed our home for the sake of his own ideals, don't speak of him as if he was some great Hero because he was a lousy human!"
Turning on her heel the substantially shorter woman glared at Armand, he had obviously touched a nerve "He could save you but he couldn't save his own wife, does tha-.." Phoebe's rant was cut out in mid-scentnece as the power died, leaving the two in a near pitch black state. With a high pitched shriek the woman flung her self forward, her arms wrapping tightly around Armand's neck in a vice like lock. Who knew a 22 year old woman who fought super-powered beings on a semi regular basis could be so scared of the dark?
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Posted: Sun Feb 03, 2013 3:39 pm
"What a lovely scream." Verloren chuckled at the women. He could hear the fear resounding from her mind, as well as the large mental link between the clones. As soon as he heard the clone's mind discussing the shot gun as well as it's clicks, he felt uneasy. He could stop bullets with his telekinesis, but he preferred it not to come to that. After all, if he didn't see it coming, he wouldn't have time to stop it. Instead, he used Armand's crisp knowledge of the gun to find out where the safety was and click it on. "A princess and her knight. I suppose that makes me the demon." He said, still keeping an eye on the shotgun. "My dear lady." he called, extending his hand to her. "Come to me." He cooed softly in a comforting voice.
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Posted: Sun Feb 03, 2013 3:59 pm
Phoebe's eyes widened as she let go of Armand's neck, glad the light was to dim for him to see her scarlet face 'thats one way to show your a big tough hero...well done moron'.
Gulping the woman took a step forward, her hand snapping towards the hilt of her sword as she glared into the darkness ahead of her. It was hard enough to see her own two hands let alone a mysterious and very well spoken male who was apparently stood with in the same hall way.
"Why don't you show yourself properly instead of skulking in the d-dark like a rat?" the conviction of Phoebes voice faltered at the mention of the pressing blackness that surrounded them.
'It's fine..It's fine Phoebe, that dark is your friend it won't. something touched my leg!' with a yelp Phoebes hand shot down to he calf only to find that it was the sheath of her own sword.
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Posted: Sun Feb 03, 2013 4:11 pm
He smiled as she jumped, placing herself closer to him. "Because I'm only allowed to show my desires, my unquenchable longing, that burning ecstasy, when all lights have faded." He said, genitally taking her trembling hand from behind. Now he felt the cloning man wouldn't dare shoot with the girl by his side. "It is in the sunlight that people hide their faces, but in the dark that masks come off." He cooed, placing his face against her head and whispering gently into her ear. "Don't you agree, princess?"
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Posted: Sun Feb 03, 2013 9:28 pm
CaptainXXMorgan Isella - Rogue - Panda Hero.
Unaware of being followed for the most part, she was on her own business at this moment as she came upon a few homes near the street mentioned. No attempt to be sneaky, it was a dead beat city and there was no need to be, she'd fly straight in for the window of one of the homes. Only one home was a lone male though, in which was quick to be chased away whilst she'd raid whatever food he had. There wasn't a lot of good things, but the packaged up fish was enough for her to stick around and even cook in the place she was some what robbing. Shadow Stalker followed her into the house. Though by the time she was already cooking some food. He turned back into his human form and looked around the house. "What brought you over to this place?" He asked curiously as he started walking around the house. "Also, what're you cooking?"
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Posted: Mon Feb 04, 2013 1:09 am
"The reason is, you can't concentrate on choking her with broken ribs." A figure with a blurry face stood perfectly in Chrome's shadow, two long arms reaching from his back as he stood with his arms in his pockets. They each swung a large metal pipe with enough force at Jack's sides that he'd need bones of steel to come out unharmed.
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Posted: Mon Feb 04, 2013 1:30 am
The Gent was taken aback by the sudden leap and grappling conducted by Phoebe the moment the lights went out. This combined with her rough words against her father, the man who isolated himself from his very own family to try and protect them - only to fail - was terribly unsettling. There was little time to focus on that, as someone elses words came up. The villain! It was an easy guess from what was being said.
The Gent and his clones watched as the man addressed Phoebe and beckoned for her, and they watched as Phoebe placed her hand on the hilt of her sword, and the villain still dared come so close. 'He's dead.' The Gent thought, and glanced back at his clones, who appeared as adamant about this. The fool had let the girl so close in with her sword, she could now cut him right down. But... could he have a power to stop it? Some armour perhaps?
"This scoundrel wishes for you. Give him a piece he'll never forget." The Gent spoke and held up his gun. He then began to circle around from the right, while Number One went around the left with another shotgun. Number Five stayed, staring sternly at Phoebe and the man from the front, unarmed, but ready to engage. They were not in any way helpless without that primary weapon. As soon as The Gent had circled around enough to see the man's bare side or back, he knew he could take the shot, and leave a dead man lying on the street. The villain deserved no better.
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Posted: Mon Feb 04, 2013 1:42 am
((how can the Gent see him if it's pitch black? Night vision? ))
'More shotguns... and they're determined to kill me. How annoying...' He thought. 'One... two... three... I feel at least five, and... he can make up to ten. At least the mind link makes them easy to spot.' Verloren thought. 'first thing's first. I already got that one, so...' He thought, using his telekinesis to flip on the safety on all of the guns so he couldn't immediately shoot. "To point your gun at a lady. How barbaric. Those toys... they are too much for you." He told him, flicking his wrist and forcing all of the guns to point towards a different clone.
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Posted: Mon Feb 04, 2013 2:27 am
Serene watched VoltEdge's expression as she continued to absorb the energy into herself. She doesn't like VoltEdge's expression, something seemed wrong, those eyes were not the VoltEdge she met on the building. The eyes full of curiosity, there was no trace of a madman in it. Serene is determined to snap VoltEdge out of it. The darkness around her roamed freely, due to the push and pull explosion she created earlier, the 'bond' of the shadow to its original place is weakened. It will be a while before the darkness gets to its original place. Serene could force it back in place, but her attention was to VoltEdge. The struggle for energy between VoltEdge and Coil was intense. She was thinking of a way to separate both of them, until Coil clutched VoltEdge's arm absorbing VoltEdge's energy. Serene's face turned grim and cold, she will not let Coil hurt VoltEdge. Serene shaped the already present shadow into a shape of a sword, darkness, stronger though not as strong as diamond, it can cut through any metal. As she was preparing to charge at Coil, she saw Adrian drawing out his sword too. Good, she will help him. Darkness coated Adrian's sword, reinforcing it, making it stronger. If both of them charge at Coil, he'll never escape.
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Posted: Mon Feb 04, 2013 3:00 am
((I figured Phoebe's bleach white outfit and the noises everyone keeps making pretty much avoids a need to see everything, for the most part. :3 Oh and dont worry, there are only 2 clones, and Armand/The Gent himself ^.^ Im just referring to them by their order of having been cloned. Clone Number 1, and Clone Number 5. The other clones are somewhere you dont need to worry about ;3 Now, we should wait for snuggles >w<))
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Posted: Mon Feb 04, 2013 3:38 am
((Snuggle is always watching >.>....always!))
"S-stop calling me Princess!" Phoebe's cheeks flushed, even the darkness wasn't enough to hide the heat that radiated from her cheeks at Verloren's suggestive words and she was sure that with his face so close to her's he would be able to feel it.
It was only the echo of Armand's voice that seemed to snap the ex-hero from her dazed and quite frankly, embarrassed state. 'what am I doing!? He's playing with me...or is he....'. The mans words were skilful and for a moment Phoebe stood their, indecisive about her next move, Verloren was dripping poison slowly into her subconscious and it was becoming harder to resist.
Inhaling to calm herself Phoebe ran through her options.
Her opponent was far to close for comfort, she was a long-ranged fighter so distance was the key but in such a cramped hall how was that possible? then there was her new companion, were was he in relation to this?Brut Any kind of physical strength had never really been her forte in combat and with the darkness he had an advantage. Biting her lower lip Phoebe turned her head, her cheek once again brushing against her captors.
There was a flash of silver as Phoebe shuffled back, creating a small enough sliver of space for her sword tip to now rest under Verloren's chin, she had made up her mind. Phoebe didn't know it but now they were at a stand off, one wrong move could cost any one of them dearly "Those who can't show their face during the daylight aren't people I will trust. Now let go"
((so basically he's moving around in relation to Phoebe, who is probably near enough glowing in white and the noise but can't necessarily make out exactly were Verloren is???))
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Posted: Mon Feb 04, 2013 7:31 am
VoltEdge continued the power-sucking motion even when her hands were held down, making it more of a batlle of wills. She gazed firmly into his eyes in doll-like demeanor, intent on winning the fight although a potentially fatal lapse in concentration occurred as she noticed how close he was -- the power source in human form -- and blushed ever so slightly, more out of discomfort of a sentient being too close for comfort than anything remotely relating to dynamics between persons. If it was someone else, VoltEdge could have zapped the chap and in seconds, the situation would have been dealt with but this was different and it was slightly freaking her out -- being roughly equally-matched in power. Her eyes widened at the sight of Hemo charging Coil from behind but uttered no sound although 'watch out' would have been a fair substitute if only she knew how to speak English.
"Easy there, sugar! I mean no harm. I only meant to check what's going on with the light festival", Chrome had said in a constricted and airy manner (since she was close to being choked and yapped on nonetheless) with an awkward smile and forcing a laugh before another Animusian?... Animi? ... Well, whatever-one-called members of the group all but rescued her.
((OOC: ))
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Posted: Mon Feb 04, 2013 7:48 am
((Oh. Ok. >.< Umm... I guess so?))
His eyes lit up at the gleam of the sword. He didn't want to use his ability to control minds just yet, but it was slowly coming to that. "Would you really kill me?" He asked gently. "Murder isn't becoming of a hero, and I've done nothing wrong. Wouldn't that make you a villain? Or perhaps... being human, we are not so different."
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Posted: Mon Feb 04, 2013 7:59 am
How crude. To force a man's hand against himself. Armand and his two clones, Mr One, and Mr Five, all realized at least partially what this man was doing. "He's a telepath!" One of them shouted. They grew angry, trying to focus their minds, so that it would go unaffected. But the man had powers of telekinesis, they had stop this before the villain did anything more with their weapons.
First, Armand and the one of his clones that also had a gun, unloaded their weapons. The unused rounds clattered to the floor. They had to close in, get the girl away from him. Thus the trio charged. They ran at the rough spot where all the sound was and spread their arms out; while making sure to stop before slamming into Phoebe as they intended to grapple the villain. Then, even in the dark, they would just beat his mental powers out of him with his consciousness. That was the plan, anyway.
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Posted: Mon Feb 04, 2013 11:55 am
Coil felt the strange flux in their struggle, something disturbed her. Suddenly, he heard it 'watch out' echoed through his head. He suddenly saw Serene coming at him, but here was something else...
He broke the grip. He had on her and turned "Hemo..." He muttered as the man came into view, he had to deal with him first. Coils hands turned pitch black once again, concentrating pure energy around them. Without hesitation he charged at the swordsman, intent on ending this fight.
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