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| Lord Massacre | Feb 8 2009, 04:15 PM Post #1 |
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(Every now and again, the celestial bodies of the solar system align together and beam some funky rays down onto the Earth. It is not known if anything happens on the other planets, but on the decidedly blue planet, it meant that Winger decides to go out with a friend, and that friend turned out to be Amaya, since his list of actually chummy friends was a bit short. But he liked her, so all was well and good. They had agreed to meet for a night show in Domino, pretty much in front of the theater. From there, though, it was up for grabs as to where to go and what to see. Winger was flexible like that. He was, however, also not here yet, oweing to some minor complications involving traffic and a cop who didn't like him vaulting over cars. 'Till then...) >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> (On the roof, there was a battle. It was too high for people to hear, and it was not the type of battle that actually had all that much noise. It involved clever technique and skill, not explosions. On one end, a versatile form dressed in black jeans and a collared shirt, platinum-blonde hair and cobalt-blue eyes, weilding a double-bladed pole-arm of some kind...and a look of determination. His opponent? A strangely dressed man who appeared more than a little out of place. He claimed to be human, and was only addressed as a Medicine Seller. However, this man was not ordinary in the slightest. For while he was indeed a medicine seller, he was also into demon-extermination, and what this young man had bound to him willingly...was a demon.) Medicine Seller: The sword requires that I know the Truth, Form, and Regret of the demon latched onto your soul. It would be best for all if you helped me in this instead of fighting. "Sorry, Mr. Scales, but I happen to need this demon for things." (The man had this currently-sheathed weird-looking sword with a face on it. It was for killing demons, but could not be unleashed in full without the requirements mentioned. Until then, it was only good for deflecting the young man's moves, and possibly the demon's. The Medicine Seller couldn't see the demon. He needed these funky scales to measure the direction and distance of the creature. But with neither side putting their weight into the battle, it could take a while...) |
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| Deleted User | Feb 22 2009, 01:47 PM Post #2 |
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A freezing cold hand brushed Amaya's face as she tucked a loose strand of purple hair behind her ear, she was starting to think that possible it was time for a hair cut. In a braid it hung and brushed against her hips, it seemed like a good idea to get it to a more manageable length. Shifting side to side the skirt she worse swished around her knees, she had tried to make herself seem more feminine. She was waiting for Winger, smiling like a fool in her loose green long sleeved shirt. It just went past her hips over her brown skirt. Boots tapping the pavement as she counted the minutes. She was excited to be hanging out with him. she looked up at the stars and wondered if he was okay. He was a little late, but that's okay. People walked past her and a few bumped into her, but that only added to those people pulling their coats tighter around them or trying to chase away the slightly chill they would feel dully. She was getting it under control again. When her powers had been getting stronger she hadn't been able to control them well. Now she can show emotions without nearly freezing herself to death. Part of it was thanks to Ena and Winger. Her friend and the guy she was meeting, and crushing on. |
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| Lord Massacre | Feb 22 2009, 08:55 PM Post #3 |
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(First...the reason Winger was running late. He was a few miles away, dealing with a 12 car pile-up. And when we say pile-up, we mean some strong-in-the-arm bastard resembling a Tank from Left 4 Dead was piling cars on top of each other in a haphazard fashion. From what he could gather, the perp called himself The Incredible Bulk, and kept saying things like "You don't wanna make me hungry or angry!!", which was odd since...now he was making Winger hungry! Yeah, this was gonna take a little while, as fired claws of solid plasma lanced into the meta-human's foot...making him angry.) Winger: Oh crap. The Bulk: BULK MAD!! AND HUNGRY!! BULK SMAAASH!!! (Not going anywhere for a while? Winger wished he had a Snickers Bar about now. Dammit, he was already late as it is! Oh, this guy was gonna pay. And as Winger's eyes glowed red, his body sparking with crimson, we fade to black to get back to...) >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> (...the theater area, where there was an explosion on the rooftop.) "Whoa!" (He wasn't sure what made it happen. The Medicine Seller had this ball of chemicals for fireworks and stuff and then, BOOM! The young man went flying, right off the roof, his mental-mantra going "Ohcrapohcrapohcrapohcrap!" as he fell. Fortunately, he had an ace up his sleeve as he called on the demon to help him coordinate his leaps and bounds. And with a quick red glow, he kicked off walls and poles and such before landing...about seven feet from where Amaya stood, body sparking in deep red before the demon disengaged from its possession. The young man stood up, looked around, and realized that he'd left the case for his Di-Glaive back at school.) This is gonna make things a bit awkward, getting home. You're kidding, right? Then again, considering the territory...maybe not. (Private conversation with the afore-mentioned demon. He turned and saw Amaya there, suddenly getting the awkward feeling again.) "Oh, errr...hi." |
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| Deleted User | Feb 23 2009, 09:41 PM Post #4 |
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With the explosion over her head, Amaya flinched clutching her small purse to her chest as she stepped out of the way of falling debris. Her chest seemed to expanded a bit as she took in a deep quick breath, filling her slightly oversized lungs. It was odd that there was an explosion, but coming from the area that they were in, it wasn't all that unexpected. Neither was the falling crimson man out of the sky. An aching feeling came over her chest with her holding her breath, she wanted to scream, but that was for emergencies. The ground rattled as chunks of the roof fell here and there, along with the glowing red man. The saddest part of all, she wasn't surprised at how he looked. Mostly it was concern over the man that showed on her face, for some people do get hurt when falling from buildings. Eyes nearly gray with concern she did take a step forward. Rocks grinding against each other under her foot. Slowly she released the held air in her lungs as she watched this person think for a moment. The escaping air pushed still tumbling bits and pieces of the ceiling off their course slightly. Glancing up Amaya had to sigh out the rest of the air. Guess the date's off... Turning she faced the guy that fell, he seemed fine. Relaxing, Amaya brushed all the now tangled and free strands of hair back, out of her face. Smiling at the man, awkwardly, she tilted her head at his greetings. "I'm going to guess I student right?" after another glance up at the building; she looked at him with slightly warmer, kinder, and more brown looking eyes. "Quite a fall. You sure you're alright?" |
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| Lord Massacre | Feb 23 2009, 11:06 PM Post #5 |
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Winger: Fella, you have got the WORST timing in the HISTORY of timing! Incredible Bulk: Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow! (Imagine, for a moment, a rather strange-looking scene now. Somehow, in very quick order, the Incredible Bulk had been slammed into three cars, a wall, and the ground, putting indentations in them all. And now, a car was being pounded into the face of said Bulk via Winger jumping up and down on it rapidly. The Reploid-boy was very pissed off at the juggernaut Bruce Banner wannabe.) Winger: I. Was. Going. On. A. Date. You. Asshole! (The last bit was where he jumped on the guy's groin, which delivered so much sudden pain that the Bulk shriveled into that of a normal-looking human being. From there, Winger simply knocked him out and then got his bearings. Amaya was gonna be pissed, even though she was as kind-hearted as they come...) >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> "I'm going to guess a student, right? Quite a fall. You sure you're alright?" (Yes, she was talking to him. Not only could he feel that with his senses, that her attention was currently undividedly on him, but...who ELSE just fell down a couple of stories or more and landed nearby? The young man looked around, finding no one else to be drawing their attention this way, and spoke to her.) "Student? Yes, I am. I'll be fine. I didn't land wrong and, believe it or not, I've actually been trained to handle that." Hmmm. Interesting... You know, I believe she's been around- Not now, Vex. You can't make me care enough. Fine, fine. Spoil-sport... "My name's Darrel. And I was just taking care of some business." (Unfinished, though. The Medicine Seller had dropped him like that and he was probably gone now. What did Vex ever see in that guy, anyway? And funny... Darrel never actually specified what school he was from. Will wonders never cease? And how long was Winger gonna take? Things could get funny in the next few minutes...) (He didn't specificy what he was a school |
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| Deleted User | Feb 24 2009, 06:54 PM Post #6 |
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"So did you cause the explosion?" Hesitantly she shook his hand; hers probably felt like ice, but he would probably just think she was scared or something. She smiled, wondering where Winger could be and what would keep him so long. Though it was nice to talk to someone while waiting, pass the time. Which school this student went to it wouldn't bother her. Unless it was Saint Lily's. Wasn't that an all girls school? Either way, it was something more interesting than watching the stars blink. Or listening to her foot tap echo. Slowly she pulled her hand back and took a small step back, crunching more gravel under her foot. Images flew through her mind, could this person be dangerous if they did make the explosion? All that her mind came up with would be too cartoon like to contemplate. Take all the villians from saturday morning cartoons, this guy, and the typical evil laugh and that would be what her mind had jumped to. He seemed like an okay guy, at the moment. Her chest tightened slightly with the worry that, though it would pass the time, what if he was one of those Mutant radicals. The ones that thought they were the better species of man, and he had just attempted to destroy the theater? If it wasn't for this person in front of her she would've slapped herself right there. Letting her emotions show is one thing, but letting her imagination get carried away is another. With a cough she hid whatever nervousness now made her fingers numb with cold. "What business was it that made the roof blow up?" |
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| Lord Massacre | Feb 26 2009, 04:02 PM Post #7 |
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"So did you cause the explosion?" Darrel: What? No. Well, not exactly. I mean... (He let off a sigh.) Darrel: Another man on the roof caused the explosion at me to throw me off. (While he explained this, he noticed that her hand was cold like ice. It wasn't that bad out, as it? This girl... Was she a meta-human? If so, then from AHS? This was the sort of thing a student from St. Lily's is given think about, considering the missions they had to undertake and that they had to represent some kind of symbol over normal humanity. How Darrel was suppose to do that with non-meta family, he didn't know. If push came to shove, he'd rather stand against any and all forces trying to get at his sister or mother. But since St. Lily's didn't have a thing against the untalented family-relations to meta-humans, the better for it. He made certain of this before then.) "What business was it that made the roof blow up?" Darrel: There's a man who goes around slaying demons, you see, and while I'm not a demon, my friend is and he wanted me to join in on challenging this man. Unfortunately, it's a draw. He's gone by now. (The Medicine Seller was indeed on his way out, turning a corner just as Winger ran on by that intersection, a couple blocks away. He came to see that Amaya was still there - thank god - and that there was someone talking to her, someone that he did not know. This immediately made him suspicious...right up until he could see the somewhat nervous expression on her face. Thus, he came in on the theater area just as Darrel said "Were you waiting for someone here?". And the reply came from nearby...) Winger: Actually, yes, and I'm sorry that I'm late. There was a Bruce Banner Jekhyll and Hyde in the way and he just wouldn't let me pass. (Looking more at Amaya now...) Winger: I didn't keep you waiting too long, did I? (It's funny. His voice said that, but his red eyes seemed to be asking if she was alright. There was some definite concern there, given the presence of a strange guy roaming about.) |
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| Deleted User | Feb 26 2009, 08:11 PM Post #8 |
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Well, at least he didn't cause the explosion, but he was the target. At least he doesn't seem to be one of those radicals. Not that she was a very good judge of character. The information about this person that did attack him though, made her worry, wasn't the guy who had helped her with her powers before have a demon attached to him or something? The sword at least? She couldn't exactly remember, she'd just have to bring it up to winger in case this was something we should warn him about. Looking up at the roof she had to wonder if this person was a good person or not, he was a demon fighter or something like that... still worrisome since Jake didn't seem like a bad person. This guy didn't seem like a person in need of being blown up as well. So did that mean that the weird guy that attacked him is the bad guy? Ena used to hunt demons.. With a sigh she looked at him after he was done explaining, her eyes were grey once again with worry, her own person mood indicator. She was looking him in the face when he had asked her if she was waiting for someone, 'well actually...' as she started to open her mouth to answer, someone else did for her. A certain late someone, but that was ok. As long as they were okay and didn't get hurt. "Actually, yes, and I'm sorry that I'm late. There was a Bruce Banner Jekhyll and Hyde in the way and he just wouldn't let me pass." To be honest, Amaya had no idea who Bruce Banner was, or what he had to do with Jekhyll and Mr. Hyde. But the voice that gave this information was like a warm current in her slightly chilled body. Smiling up at Winger she turned and smiled at him, eyes turning a more warm brown though the grey lingered and the cold did seem to stay at her fingertips. Warning on the confusion towards demon hunters, and the worry about the person who had attacked Darrel. "I wasn't waiting.... too long" She smiled as she reached out for his hand. Her fingers icy, as normal now. He was concerned for her, and as much as it gave her pleasure, there was reason to be concerned. "But I don't think they will be showing anything now though.." She looked up at the partially damaged roof, wondering why the firefighters or no one had shown up yet... probably just use to this by now. |
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| Lord Massacre | Feb 27 2009, 02:52 AM Post #9 |
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(Amaya's lack of pop-culture reference or classic literature knowledge would go on unnoticed, since she voiced not a wit of it to either of the boys, which was fine. Explaining it in terms of Left 4 Dead would be even less appealing and it might not be well-received either. He noted that there was something about this guy that maybe Amaya didn't totally like. Then again, it may also have been apprehension to his own personal lateness...which Winger was none too pleased about. The police would eventually get their man.) "I wasn't waiting.... too long." (Like we said, he wasn't very happy about keeping her waiting. Winger took her hand, not really caring if they were cold or not. Amaya had gotten a much better handle on her own powers lately, which made him worry less for her. Well, less in the prolonged sense, but the immediate sense still had some worry. Why? Well...explosion, he was late, and there was this weird guy...) "But I don't think they will be showing anything now though..." Winger: What? Ah, dammit... (Granted, the building wasn't on fire. It looked as though it was mostly concussion and flash, firework-like with only minor damage. Still...it disrupted things. You can't leave explosions alone. Winger looked over at Darrel, his red eyes analyzing... Hey, he had tiny indications of having been close to the explosion!) Winger: Hey, is this your fault? We were planning to see something. Darrel: Hah, no. I didn't explode anything. Someone else did. I was just telling her that. Isn't there more than one theater around? I don't know since I haven't been in this country long. Winger: I can tell you were still involved. If you were from this country, you'd probably be asking to make amends. Darrel: Don't I get diplomatic immunity or something? Winger: Are you a diplomat? Darrel: Only of the roughest kind. Winger: Then, no. (Okay, THIS confrontation was getting off to a rocky start. Winger was late, but apparently this guy from the roof had screwed up their date! Well, a minor set-back, but it was a little miffed about it. He couldn't even pummel the guy faster back at the Bulk-fight!) Winger: Whadya say, Amaya? Get him to foot the bill for something? |
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| Deleted User | Mar 13 2009, 01:52 PM Post #10 |
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She just didn't get the Bruce Banner comment. She knew Jekhyll and Hyde. But she couldn't see someone like that causing too much trouble. Either way they were gonna have to go do something else besides the theater. Though it seemed like winger was set on having this guy pay for it, whatever it was. "I don't know..." she flushed at the conflict. He didn't seem like a bad guy, even if he had something to do with the roof exploding; and she didn't know what they were going to do. Or why the roof exploded exactly. Looking back at it she was still concerned, had anyone been hurt inside? She looked at the guy who fell from the roof top and looked at Winger, her grey eyes concerned about how this guy would react. "I guess he could pay for something." then she turned and gave the guy a smile that would be conceived as a warm greeting instead of her trying to keep her hands from freezing, she was worried about this guy who just survived that fall and what he would do to them. She had already seen Winger in trouble before, no thanks, not again. |
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| Lord Massacre | Mar 13 2009, 03:29 PM Post #11 |
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(It wasn't that Winger was necessarily being a hardass about it. He just felt that since the other guy was technically involved, a few bucks shed from his wallet wasn't really asking for too much. I mean, it was better than say...trying to beat the ever-loving crap out of him for ruining things. Winger began to check his relevent data and found that there were, indeed, other places open. Since the bang was on the roof and he detected very few residuals, so people were probably otherwise fine. That being said, he was glad to hear Amaya agree with his suggestion...mostly because it was funny as hell.) "I guess he could pay for something." Winger: Excellent, then it's settled. Darrel: Hey, who said I agreed? Winger: What? You can't be a nice guy for once? Darrel: How nice do I gotta be for falling off a building? Winger: I'm thinking dinner, or a later show. Whichever you prefer. Darrel: I still never agreed to this. Winger: I can tell you're not from AHS. An AHSer would've conceeded by now. Darrel: I think I might have to. And I'm not from AHS, though I've been there once before. (He meant at the dance, but Winger hadn't gone there so...he actually didn't know.) Winger: Okay, now we're getting somewhere. What do you think, Amaya? Food or entertainment? If ya want both, I'll spring for the other. By the way, what'd you wanna see tonight anyway? Almost forgot to ask... (Okay, so now the plan was this... Exploit Darrel for his money for either dinner or a movie, catch said movie if that was still an option, enjoy selves, and then maybe find out what that blip on his scanners was. Seriously, Darrel was putting off some weirdly dark readings that seemed a bit familiar for some reason. He'd have to ask later, or sooner if it came up.) |
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