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Post by ~Divine|<3|Heart~ on Oct 14, 2012 18:30:07 GMT -8
[bgcolor=335500] “Go ahead and hide in the dark,” [/font] _______________________________[/center] “ 'I don't think any abilities that alter my physical form will work here... also teleporting might not work so well for me.'”
The thought no doubt made Mist feel somewhat insecure about her little dilemma. Sure enough, her ability to break her body into fluffy cloudy bits of molecules and teleport was no use of her. Her lips twisted, eyes rolled, and curled fingers pressed against her hip as she let her right foot tap continuously in rhythm to show her frustration. Her right hand tossed upward as it swirled around in a signaling call to her fluffy virus friend.
“So not nice for someone to suddenly turn on the lights!”
Her thoughts coming back with vision; memories of that blinding light were coming back and it melded with her building frustration. The illusionist looked to the NetNavis around her, her eyes mostly on the foolish warrior who just carelessly thrown himself into the portal. Had she known what it would cause, herself actually getting dragged into this messy predicament, she would snatched him by the collar and given him one of her “special” illusions that would have kept him fighting nothing but thin air.
" What'd you touch?"
“Trust me, babe,” Mist sung as she slowly turned with her right hand flaunting a finger with such egocentric in its motion, “Not only would you known if I touched something, but you’d love it!~”
Mist cared nothing so much for her surroundings. There was not a piece of Zenny nor useful data around that she could use for her own purposes as far as she known. Looking away from the mildly tempered Feint, Mist had paid her not another moment of her attention as she gave that snooty twist of her lips and begun walking around the strange area they were within.
“Now to find something that’s worth a turn-on...” the illusionist said, insistently thrill-seeking once more. _______________________________ “It’s more fun when I feel my way around.” [/font][/center] ::OOC Stats::Now Listening To: ”Change Clothes {Instrumental}” by Jay-ZIC Attire: Default Chatty Ditz: -----[/size]
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Post by SolarGunner on Oct 15, 2012 13:56:46 GMT -8
Even as he was just minding his own business, Vance's wayward kick had a small crystal flying right into Sol's head, leaving a small red mark that would likely turn to a bruise later on. Regardless, the random occurrence left Sol on the ground with the crystal next to him. As he rose from his prone state, rubbing his head in pain, he looked about to see what had happened, but it would seem that the rest of the group had already moved into the shrine. Grabbing the crystal on the ground, he digitized it into his inventory, one of the first things he learned here and a very useful skill, though it seemed familiar somehow. Nostalgic, but for what reason he knew not. Looking to the shrine that everyone had gathered in, he began making his way there.
However just as he approached the stairs up to the main entrance, the eerie light shone through the doorway, causing Sol to stop dead in his tracks. As it shone to engulf the entire inside of the shrine, it was clear something bad was about to happen. He looked back to the boat, in a sense of escape, but saw nothing but white as the island itself was enveloped in a bright light.
As the light faded, a thought manifested itself in his mind, odd that it would do so but still he paid it mind. Not often did he use his own teleportation abilities, only when something really bad was about to happen. Looking about the area, he mostly ignored the ramblings of the other navis, too taken by the natural splendor of the area to notice them. As his observations soon began to focus, he looked at the pentacle he had stood in, it looked rather familiar, like something from a past life.... It was too much to think of though. The black stone looked odd as well, picking it up, he examined it in one hand, bringing up his newly obtained stone from the island prior to compare.
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Post by Shin Sato on Oct 15, 2012 13:58:02 GMT -8
[bgcolor=003374]A blinding light lit the whole of the previously dim room, reflecting a myriad number of time from the glittering decoration coating the walls and dangling from above. Yuzuki sat bathed in light without a sound or sign of her partner to be perceived. When the light faded, blackness replaced it once more, in all it's entirety. The gown clothed lass could do little more than sit and pout now. Safety was no concerned, but being shut out of the adventure was a cruelty uncalled for.
Vance, meanwhile, lay nonchalantly on the floor with his eyes closed and an ever so slight grin across his face as the light finally subsided. He sprung up to height and inspected his new location. A worn and tattered locale shaken up by the rough grips of time. The sky above though, now that was a pleasant sight, nostalgic even. It had been some time since Yamato had laid eyes on such a genuine display of the natural world.
But Vance was not the naturalist type, and the instant message pinging in his noggin only hurried the switch-rails on his train of thought. No transformations, no sudden displacement... Did that include his empowering form? It wasn't an altering of form per say, just a degradation of it. Regardless, Vance never intended to use either, so he spared little more thought over it. The black gem inset in the neat pentacle along the ground, the only point of interest in the room from his point of view(excluding one or two of his more mellow comrades).
Feint obstructed his view by chance now, however, and posed a question unintentionally aimed at none other than himself. A man of truth and responsibility, he stepped up and offered his confession of sorts, though for from a guilty one.
"Oh just a shiny little portal. Taking initiative and all that. I think it turned out pretty well, don't you?"
Vance couldn't bring himself to wait for a response, though, he strolled a bit further and crouched into the pentacle, he was just about entranced by the artful thing. Then the absence of any additional chiding occurred to him. His connection had been severed, it seemed. It was unfortunate, but not a terrible thing as it was becoming habitual to him now. He did spare a slight of pity, though, for the disappointment surely overtaking his partner at the moment.
But onto the present, Vance knelt in the center of the pentacle, his blue gem encrusted gauntlet hovering over that black stone. Is tuned out the promiscuous musing of the fairy as she hovered about the rest of the room and inspected the gem further. At last a sharp pinging rung through the open-ceiling room, and Vance's siver coated index finger was held an inch from the black stone. Curious about the stone, he took it upon himself to prod it.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 15, 2012 17:27:32 GMT -8
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((... Two are holding the rock? xD Meta-fix-rawr))
"Oh just a shiny little portal. Taking initiative and all that."
No shame in his voice. No regret, even.
" I think it turned out pretty well, don't you?"
" You'd better da--"
Feint couldn't even finish a verbal threat before Vance went to go tamper with something else. This guy was out of control. Out of her's, at least.
As Vance's hand hovered over the gem, a bullet shot past both his hand and the gem -- hitting neither of them, but that much was intentional. All warning shots were meant to miss. Feint's eyes locked with Vance's once she had successfully grabbed his attention.
" Don't touch anything."
Her eye-contact with Vance distracted her long enough for Sol to end up grabbing the black gem in Vance's stead.
Feint stepped immediately out of the pentacle -- God only knew what that thing was there for -- and put her weapon back in its holster. It'd be better to save those shots on something of more worth.
" That goes for you too! Put the dang rock back where you got it!"
It took deliberate effort not to swear at these two. And as for the blonde one... she could at least ignore her suggestive comments. For now, anyway. Stupid comments weren't as harmful as stupid decisions.
A little harsh, perhaps... but that was just Feint's way of thinking.
She turned her back to the group and walked toward the destroyed throne seat. Then she stood there, arms crossed, looking at the doorway on the right and on the left of her.
' Clearly neither of these lead back to where we came...'
Sarcasm to herself just felt appropriate for the moment. And as odd as it was, it actually helped her let off some steam
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Post by ~Divine|<3|Heart~ on Oct 15, 2012 18:27:13 GMT -8
[bgcolor=335500] “Go ahead and hide in the dark,” [/font] _______________________________[/center] There was silence...well, at least in Mist’s world.
In the blonde’s mind, she was thinking nothing more but plunder and booty, like she was a perverted pirate. Her feet had went back and forth from a seductive swagger to a careless and naïve kick as she knocked some rubble piles over, detached some vines with a swift kick, and let her toe slice some moss from the sides of some rocks hoping she would find something the least bit interesting. If this place was a mysterious hiding spot, then it was only natural she would find something worth the value of “treasure” in the process.
If she could not have the money, she could at least have the fun, and seeing Feint go towards the two doorways, she knew just what to do as her face shown a creeping smile as she broke into a sprint...
*SWISH!~*
Mist had leapt past Feint and reached towards the top of the chipped and broken stone throne back. Her body’s weight shifted with her hand that swung and whipped her into the seat as she took to the leisurely and careless pose of lying across the seat, legs crossing, and her left elbow resting on the arm of the seat as she pressed her knuckles into her cheek. Her eyes had gone to Feint while her right hand lifted her staff and waved it across the air beckoning for her viral companion who had hovered above her body with its eyes fixated on its master.
“So, our fearless and uptight volunteer leader,” she said turning her body until she laid on her stomach. Mist’s finger bridged under her chin and held her head in place while she lifted her nose proudly in her usual snooty fashion, “Why don’t you be the one to pick a hole and stop hesitating. Or...”
Mist had leapt upward and stopped into the right doorway. Her hand reached out to an arch before she spun her shoulder and landed on her back, leaning in the darkness of the hall. “Leave it to someone more experienced. After all, you do not seem like the type of gal’ that takes initiative.” A smile was brandished with the comment, and the way it looked so smug made all of Mist’s words towards Feint seem like a degrading comment to someone she perceived as weaker than her in every way.
The self-centered blonde waved her staff once more, the virus companion following suit to her side. Without another word, Mist took a slow stride down the hall, once again, foolishly without a care in the world as she was still drunk on her nature. _______________________________ “It’s more fun when I feel my way around.” [/font][/center] ::OOC Stats::Now Listening To: ”Change Clothes {Instrumental}” by Jay-ZIC Attire: Default Chatty Ditz: -----[/size]
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Post by Deleted on Oct 15, 2012 19:14:48 GMT -8
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That girl's comments were much harder to ignore with their voluntary slander. This "team" thing clearly wasn't working out -- nothing had gone in the idea's favor since they got off the boat.
And as fate would have it, the girl had already run off into the passage way before Feint could say anything back to her. But the gritting of her teeth combined with a death stare said quite enough.
" I'm done having the liability of putting up with everybody's stupid decisions."
The 'jump before you look' Mist. The 'bad luck charm' Vance. The 'cautious but touchy' Sol. And the 'quiet and soloist' Rikaru.
Well, Rikaru hadn't really done anything dumb. But that's not to say he wouldn't.
" Go follow the dumb blonde so she doesn't cause trouble."
Feint headed for the left doorway, intentionally walking at a faster pace than usual so that nobody would try to follow.
" And I'll take care of myself."
A little harsh, maybe. But frustration does that, especially when coupled with confusion. At least nobody else could accuse her of trying to take leadership now that she'd travelled alone, though.
She was a short-tempered girl, to say the least. But it wouldn't take long for her to regret the small tantrum and wish to undo it.
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Post by Shin Sato on Oct 15, 2012 20:33:28 GMT -8
[bgcolor=003374]Vance was near oblivious to the bullet headed his way, as well he should be. The dainty thing would only ricochet off his silver plated hands. The only thing stopping his hand from advancing was Sol's own, snatching yet another stone from under his feet.
"Quite the greedy one... that's not a very promising trait. the blue headed navi thought to himself. Another character he had no desire to attempt pleasantries with.
But of course, he couldn't be allowed a minute to forgot about the ever evident presence of a stereotypical blonde. Her feminine wiles, as all do, only served to widen the chasms between this so called team. Oh how he wished to lecture the lass on etiquette and common courtesy, but such would fall on deaf ears. He could only remark to the rest aloud as the spirit strolled off and hope his remark played on a nerve of hers.
"What a self destructive young lass..." he sighed with the deepest tone, carrying itself down the hallways and corridors.
Seeing his assaulter storm off and realizing the only point of interest in the room had been snatched from under his own nose for yet a second time, he gave the obviously unwanted pursuit as he broke into a power-walk.
"Oi, I might be taking initiative but I'm not one of the ones trying to drive a steak between everyone here. Fact is less snarky more courtly from all of us would get more done fast, you know it. You're about near the least ear here still open, don't go burning bridges on me."
Such was Vance's most sincere statement yet, a last ditch attempt at salvaging this mission. Terrible team chemistry was the last thing on the requirements list. If anything went down in this current state, the lot of them were in a poor state to retaliate as a force.
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Post by Team Active Star on Oct 16, 2012 13:16:18 GMT -8
Rikaru had barely finished examining the strange decoration that looked like some sort of coat of arms when the light began pulsing and emanating through the area. He immediately wondered if he had triggered some sort of trap unwillingly, but he didn't recall feeling anything move on the decor as he touched it, and ruled it out. instead he remained in place and covered his eyes with an arm to protect his vision.
As the light finally seemed to die down, he noticed two things. One, it felt like the ground had shifted...not much, but enough to warrant concern or wonderment. Something he would check immediately when he could see. And two, the mental message that some abilities would seem to no longer work. Though it wasn't even a message so much as a gut feeling...like his body was telling him, or rather warning him not to try.
'Huh.'
It was an underwhelming reaction one might think when he could finally see, but he wasn't overly surprised when he found him self standing on a small pile of rubble now, in what seemed to be some sort of run down castle.
He clenched his hand into a fist and looked around, noting that things seemed...different, to say the least. Not just that it was a new locale, but that something felt different in this area then before. What exactly though, evaded him, and before he could try to put his finger on it, Feint's voice rung out once again. The question wasn't uncalled for, and when he turned to face her and reply, he was cut off by Vance speaking first. This was fine and all, but what he said, and his follow up actions seemed to be the wrong thing to say, and had pushed her to the point of aggravated hostility.
BANG
The shot rang out and echoed off the walls briefly as she fired the warning shot at Vance. He thought to speak up at this point, but things quickly degraded farther, and he just stood and watched as the group around him seemed to bicker with one another and get under each others skins. He knew that was the case, because he was feeling the same way about all this.
He watched as Mist taunted Feint and go off into one of the open arch way like entrances...or exits for them in this case, and a moment later Feint, and so only followed by Vance, storm off into the other, leaving only the gunner holding some black stone or some such, and himself. His mind had been in a whirl up to this point,but he knew that something, or someone had to do something, before they wandered off out of ear shot.
"ALL OF YOU GET BACK HERE AND STOP ACTING LIKE CHILDREN!
His voice was louder then he could ever recall making it go, but for good reason, as he hoped to make sure none of them wandered off into some sort of death trap. Not that he would care too much... but in the interest of self preservation he knew a group was more beneficial...alive. Based on what he had seen of at least Feint, he figured that his call would irk her enough to return and refute his claim of calling her a child...the other two he wasn't so sure of. Though the armored one seemed to follow Feint so if she returned he would as well he hoped.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 16, 2012 15:02:34 GMT -8
Sol noticed when he attempted to bring about his crystal from earlier it did not materialize like he thought it would, however his memory would show that the dark crystal did indeed look similar to the crystal he found on the island. There was no doubt some kind of connection.
Sol Obtained: Mysterious Dark Stone
As Mist kicked about the rubble, she found little of use, save a some small coins of unknown origin hidden amongst one of the piles.
Mist obtained: Strange Coins
Amongst all the arguing, a few of the group began to notice that they were not alone amongst themselves. There was nothing actually apparent, but they could sense it.
Rikaru's Voice, though it seemed loud to him, could not reach the ones who left into the other passages, only Sol, who was staring at the dark stone could hear him.
With Mist gone off up the tower on the right, she ascended to the top rather quickly. At the apex of the tower there was an open window, showing the green splendor of the world they had found themselves in. In the distance, there seemed to be some ruins, worn like the castle by the passage of time. To the left, about the same distance from the castle as the ruins, was a mountain range, with a strange red glow coming from it that could be seen on the trees even as the sun hung high in the air.
Feint, and along with her, Vance, were met with a tower that was turned to rubble but halfway up. Amongst the ruined tower was a skeleton holding a knife of some sort. The knife had an uneven green glow to it, and was being gripped firmly by the bony hands of its original owner. It still looked like it could be removed though.
Even as the group split up around the castle, Voices came from seemingly nowhere, save for the two in the main room. It would seem as if the castle's separate areas were soundproofed from each other oddly enough. Some strange sorcery indeed.
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A suductive female voice rang in Mist's head, similar to her own but older, more experienced if you could notice something like that from a voice alone. Even as it spoke it seem to be invading her in the most pleasurable of ways.
"You seek utmost pleasure in all things, this is something I can relate to. But alas, you know not the ultimate release. Come to the bathouse in the ruined city, there I can show you true pleasure."
The voice faded slowly with its last word, its carress slipping away from Mist's body just before the pleasure reached its peak. As the feeling receeded, the voice popped into her mind once more for a brief moment, its touch teasing for a moment as Mist began to cool off from the experience.
'I'll be waiting....'
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Feint:
A voice invaded Feint's mind, its presence was commanding and familiar. It spoke in a deep male voice, all knowing, All seeing.
'Young woman, it is you I must confide in, for I have but little time that I can talk. I cannot say who I am, except that I am a friend. The man following you, he does not have your best interests in mind. He seeks to prevent the regrowth of this world, destroy its only hope, you and your other companions. Do not be fooled by his attempts to bring you together with him, he will only bring you to ruin, much like this world has fallen into. Be wary my child...'
The voice stopped for a moment as it faded, saying somthing as it slowly turned to nothing.
'Protect the ones named Rikaru and Sol, they know what must be done.'
And with the final remark, the voice was gone.
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Vance:
A voice invaded the seemingly human navi's mind, it was calm, collected, but it needed his aid.
'He who strives for justice, he who strives to right what is wronged. Be wary of the woman in front of you, for she seeks to end this world in its entirety. Listen not to her lies, for she may seek to unite with you, but her motives are all but good. Within her lies the blood of those who betrayed me. It is that blood I need to truely rest. I shall tell you when to strike. Do this, and not only will justice be served, but you shall too be rewarded for your efforts.
The voice then vanished, but it left feeling within Vance one that it would return as it had stated.
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As Rikaru's yell echoed through the large room, a voice... no, a yawn could be heard right from the throne. A ghastly figure, wearing a crown and a rather lordly looking robe slowly appeared sitting on the broken throne. Sleepy, as if just waking up, he surveyed the two before him.
"It sure has been some time since I've had visitors here... And what's more, you're clearly not from around here. That being said, after the war, nothing except wild anmials really show up here.... or anywhere for that matter. But I'm rambling."
The figure yawned once more, rising from his throne and more formally addressing the two before him.
"Heroes from beyond! My name is King Spraxi, and I humbly request your assistance!"
The figure dropped to one knee, begging the two before him.
"Long ago this land was great, with a large population and many a prosperous city. That is, before the Dragons came....
Lead by a fearsome red dragon, they layed waste to my kingdom, our forces could not stand a chance against them. Despite our magic and weapons, they were far too strong. Only the city of Sharon stands, as a testamet to my failure. They seemed to want to torture me, sealing me in this form, cursed to rule my fallen kingdom from the throne. As if mocking me, challenging me to come back they sealed me within two relics. One the leader of the dragons keeps in his personal horde, in a cave in the mountains. The other, as if testing my paitence. Lies within the ruins of my once great city. If you can retrieve these two relics and bring them here. Perhaps I can be released, and hopefully restore the former glory of my kingdom in time. If you can do this, I will return you to your world, and you shall be handsomly rewarded for your efforts as well. Your companions as well."
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Post by Shin Sato on Oct 16, 2012 17:05:58 GMT -8
[bgcolor=003374]Vance neared the top of the tower, or rather what was left of it. He was greeted by another upwards opening to the skies above in this cylindrical structure. Having received word from Feint or no, much to her dismay more than likely Vance had to continue his investigations. Hands on.
The obvious eye catch was that enchanted dagger held by his skeleton company, it's green hue oh so appealing to the bluish green-haired young man. Without a second nor first thought, Vance knelts down and harshly splint the bone encasing it, taking up the knife in his own grip and bringing it to eye level for further inspection.
'He who strives for justice, he who strives to right what is wronged. Be wary of the woman in front of you, for she seeks to end this world in its entirety. Listen not to her lies, for she may seek to unite with you, but her motives are all but good. Within her lies the blood of those who betrayed me. It is that blood I need to truely rest. I shall tell you when to strike. Do this, and not only will justice be served, but you shall too be rewarded for your efforts.
The voice was born in his mind near simultaneous with the action of the warrior taking up the dagger in his silver guarded right hand. Vance was a man of instinct and a warrior of Chaos, primal urges. And at this time Vance's only instinct was to chuckle to himself. He couldn't help it, it was if someone had set this elaborate cliche up for him from the start. Place a dagger in front of two people, and all of a sudden he's a hired mercenary to assassinate his comrade? Vance didn't know better, he truly believed Feint had gone through the same experience. It wouldn't be the first outside thought to invade his mind in the confines of this castle.
Vance only laughed aloud after his mental elaborations on the matter. As if, he thought. His instincts told him to proceed, as a force, not a friction. And no inexplicable voice in his head would stray him from that path. He gripped the knife firmly in his hand and gestured at the stairs he and company had ventured up, speaking to the more fleshy of his company here.
"It seems this is the only item of use up this route. I know it's not an appealing idea, but we really ought to get back down to the rest and see what's what. If the other path was as short as this there'll be more recon to tell of than just ours."
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Post by ~Divine|<3|Heart~ on Oct 16, 2012 19:59:20 GMT -8
[bgcolor=335500] “Go ahead and hide in the dark,” [/font] _______________________________[/center] Old and dingy coins? Not the kind of currency she hoped, but the least they could do was relieve her stress as she flipped it and ultimately ignored the roar of Rikaru.
Mist had walked along the way, ascending the tower, as she went down the corridor. Each step was met with a thumb flick of a coin as it spun through the air, hit Mist’s palm, and repeated. Her face was somewhat sour seeing that the piece of metal was not a good Zenny coin that she favored to flip, but it had done just as well. In the end, she had stopped, grasped the coin in her palm, and...
...enjoyed the view.
As Mist stood in the tower Apex, she had taken a light stroll as she kicked out her boots and stamped the ruined bricks. Her lips were tight as she hummed a tune, and her attention was drawn to the distant view outside HER window. As of now, from her bird’s eye view, she felt like a queen as she leaned over, placed her palms on the window sill, and swayed her hips from left to right as if she was solo in a slow dance to her very song that she played in her head.
“What a ‘breath taking’ view!” she placed emphasis as she seen the red glow in the distance, her curiosity piqued by the mountain range. Like a seagull, she adored anything shiny that she may see.
"You seek utmost pleasure in all things, this is something I can relate to.”
Even as she admired the view, there was something else worth noticing. A sudden feeling that overcame her, a feeling that almost made it feel as if it was invading her skin, but in the most gentle and arousing way. Mist’s eyes closed as her tune changed from a continuous song to a straight and sudden gentle moan. Her body movements were much slower than before, and moved as if they were guided by that feeling.
“Mmm!~” her eyes opened slowly. Her gaze almost making it seem like she was hypnotized by the pleasuring voice, “Think so? I have to admit, I’m liking the dirty talk.”
“But alas, you know not the ultimate release. Come to the bathouse in the ruined city, there I can show you true pleasure."
The feeling started to leave her body as if it was a hand slipping from her flesh, and the last finger leaving the surface of her most sensitive of places. Mist’s breath absolutely asked for more, then begged it as her body had stopped rocking and her eyes closed tightly. Her teeth bit into her bottom lip that curled into her mouth as if she was fighting back and urge, and then came her smile; a slight giggle to follow as well.
“...and a tease, too!~” she added.
'I'll be waiting....'
Mist was more than up for a challenge, especially when it comes to her most favorite of games.
However, she felt that this mysterious seductress did not understand the rules of her game so well, and actually how to play. Mist prided herself on the ultimate pleasure, her turn-on not a secret to the denizens of the Undernet, and her preference was unchanged. If this “temptress” knew Mist, then she would certainly know what she wanted, how she wanted, and Mist would not hesitate to be there to get it.
As of now, Mist would be the first to answer to someone’s call for a “one-night stand.”
Mist had turned, spinning upon her boot, and faced the exit with a different stride; one of high expectation of some indulgence. Her tune once again playing in her mind as she mused it to herself, but this time, the song more seductive and alluring like a siren’s as Mist headed in the direction towards the ruined city as she headed out to find the bath house.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 16, 2012 20:34:39 GMT -8
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'Young woman, it is you I must confide in, for I have but little time that I can talk. I cannot say who I am, except that I am a friend.'
Feint stopped walking when she came to the dead end. The path was full of nothing but rubble at this point.
She managed not to show it on her face, but she recognized this voice all too well. She knew she'd heard it somewhere before, a long time ago... but she just couldn't pinpoint where.
The voice reminded her of somebody reliable, though -- somebody she could trust.
The voice of a Leader.
'The man following you, he does not have your best interests in mind. He seeks to prevent the regrowth of this world, destroy its only hope, you and your other companions. Do not be fooled by his attempts to bring you together with him, he will only bring you to ruin, much like this world has fallen into. Be wary my child...'
After thinking about it for just a second, Feint began putting false pieces together in her mind to construct a false picture of the situation. She trusted that voice enough to force herself into believing the deception was true.
Vance was the one who went into the portal, bringing them here. Who's to say it wasn't intentional? Vance also was prone to touching crap that didn't belong to him -- or at least things that didn't seem to belong to him. And as expected, Vance wasted no time in picking up an eery glowing weapon sitting in front of them. A little early for an attack on her, it seemed -- and quite outmatched at that.
His loud giggling, combined with the fact the Feint was still mildly aggravated from before, made it an easy action to whip out her gun and point it at his head as he stood back up. Incidentally, his back was still turned to her.
'Protect the ones named Rikaru and Sol, they know what must be done.'
... It didn't help that she hadn't gotten anybody's name yet. Rikaru and Sol sounded like male names, but as weird as the other girl was, Feint wouldn't put it past her to have a weird name too.
What aggravated her was the fact (or rather, the assumption) that they actually "knew what must be done" -- or as Feint translated that: "knew what was going on" -- and didn't tell anybody.
Vance hadn't yet turned to see Feint's gun aimed to his nose-bridge, and she wouldn't have hesitated to pull the trigger, either, had another thought not crossed her mind.
' The others won't trust me if I put him down now. Much less if I comeback without him, and without a legitimate excuse for that. I'll wait for him to slip up -- and he will -- that's when I'll...'
The thought went unfinished as Vance turned to face her again -- her gun still pointed in said face.
" ..."
Cover blown... or was it?
" ... I told you. Don't. Touch. Anything."
This wasn't this first time she'd pointed a gun at him -- Vance was most likely naive enough to see this as just another "warning" not to pick crap up. And it kind of was... in a way.
" Now put the stupid knife down."
Going back down was sort of an obvious choice of action at this point. Like they had any other choice. But Feint wouldn't be fooled by this one. She kept her gun out, but no longer pointed at him, as she let Vance finish saying what he had to.
" Fine -- lead the way so that I can keep my eye on you, else you'll just pick up more random junk."
That gun would be pointed at his back for the entire trip back. Should he turn around to look, she wouldn't shy away with her weapon. No -- it would remain aimed at him as a reminder of how not comfortable he should be feeling right now.
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Post by Shin Sato on Oct 16, 2012 21:24:24 GMT -8
[bgcolor=003374]"Aha, I don't do well with following orders while at gun point. Nor do I fare well with toleration of hypocrisy, one of few ways to wear my patience, as a matter of fact."
Vance remarked sharply to Feint now, holding the knife at his side, far from she whom it seemed sought it. The trigger happy gun-girl wanted him to disarm, cast away his lopsided, ineffective 'weapon'. That was worth another chuckle.
Unfortunately, Vance couldn't muster it. He was bitter now, with no mental support to lean on across his severed ties. Was Vance meant to buy the farce his assassin was selling now? Vance, no, Yamato the cynic? The murderer who'd seen all dark sides of society, human or no? Vance never granted trust, he feigned it, hoped for the same, and perhaps a little more might grow. No, the weapon pointed in his back only confirmed his whimsical thought, the two had been played against on another, and it only took a one-way act of violence to start and sustain a war, not two.
"I give up. Do your thing. If it happens to be stalking prey, so be it, I won't judge."Vance threw his spare hand up in the air and waved it in surrender as he approached the stairs and took a few steps downward. He'd put in all the effort he cared for, this congregation of of those who damned one another had quickly exhausted his will to fight the good verbal fight.
Halfway down he turned to his stalker to spout a lurb in his mind, but one he felt was oddly appropriate for the time and he need not conceal.
"You know... It's people like you that create people like me. Guess I should show some gratitude, huh?" the knife-wielding warrior only shrugged off his own question with a rustling of his vest, upon which it finally occurred to his to drop the thing in one of his myriad pockets least he walk back into the group to receive the same greeting, so he did, zipping the compartment as he neared the base of the staircase.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 16, 2012 22:15:12 GMT -8
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Feint made no change of expression as Vance started to walk while spouting off.
"Aha, I don't do well with following orders while at gun point. Nor do I fare well with toleration of hypocrisy, one of few ways to wear my patience, as a matter of fact."
Well she certainly lost any form of trust he had for her. But she more or less just ignored what was spoken -- she could take an insult or two from an enemy -- or a potential enemy, at least.
"I give up. Do your thing. If it happens to be stalking prey, so be it, I won't judge."
Interestingly enough, he didn't drop the knife when she told him to. Her deceived mind began finding a 'reason' for that as well. Once again, though, his words fell on deaf ears and were met with no response of any sort. Feint's emotion really hadn't changed a bit, but it's when he got to his last part...
"You know... It's people like you that create people like me. Guess I should show some gratitude, huh?"
He turned to her to say this one -- and it was no secret that it hit a rather deep nerve. Feint stopped mid-step and almost froze entirely, save for the slow transformation of her face from emotionless to enraged. The "it's people like you" phrase kept echoing in her mind, and each time it repeated itself, her expression became more and more angry.
Teeth clenching tighter, exposed by her open mouth. Eyes getting sharper, with eyelids wide-opened so Vance could clearly see them. And eye brows coming closer together, wrinkling the bridge of her nose. Her entire body tightened up, as if trying to contain the amount of anger that seemed to vibrate down her spine. It was to no avail, though, as her body ended up shaking slightly as well in her attempt to repress it.
Her trigger finger was the only muscle that didn't tighten and close, but she lowered her gun just incase it would have.
" 'People like me?' ..."
Her voice was low and shaky -- it was evident that she was about to burst. Imminent, even.
Back in the holster the gun went. This situation would be dealt with here and now. But if that were the case, Feint was going to enjoy it. And a simple shot to the head wouldn't suffice. No -- she needed to beat something.
Fighting with her fists was her only method of combat before she acquired this gun. She had utmost confidence in that department, too.
As her body finished its reaction to the rage that still trembled inside of her, and as her heart rate increased by almost an exponent, she shouted back to Vance to get him to stop in his tracks; her voice literally shaking the walls as she screamed -- even they feared her unharnessed anger.
" You don't know a darn thing about me!"
Feint never swore. Never -- she'd made it a point not to do so. The display of such language stood as a herald for her unrestrained wrath.
Vance wouldn't know why this pissed her off. Nobody would. Her own past was her own secret -- one she'd kept hidden quite successfully from anybody. Any. Body. And it was the only thing that could get her this worked up.
An unforgiven memory, perhaps? Or maybe a judgmental misunderstanding of who "people like Feint" were? Maybe even a shameful secret she'd tried to erase from her own mind, but to no avail? Whatever the cause was of this response was difficult to determine by anybody other than Feint right now. And it didn't matter really, considering there wasn't much one could do to calm her down, at this point.
She continued to stand there, fists at her side and eyes locked on Vance.
Maybe he'd keep walking. Maybe he'd accept this challenge. Maybe he'd say something back. Or maybe he'd just stand there and wait.
Regardless of his response, Feint was ready for action. And if he did anything shy of silently walking away -- if he didn't bring the action -- she most certainly would.
It would take one heck of an apology to undo that harm, and one heck of a genius to understand it.
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Post by Team Active Star on Oct 17, 2012 13:06:37 GMT -8
Rikaru stood silent for a few moments, waiting to see if his call would bring the others back from their wanderings. But it fell on deaf ears it appeared...or at least for its intended parties.
He whirled to look towards the throne as the ghost like figure melted into sight, following the yawn that caught his attention to begin with. He stared for a moment and then listened as the figure spoke up and told them the tale of what happened to the ruins they stood in. One, or rather two details seemed to stick out in his mind, one more then might normally be considered a point of interest.
'He said they used...magic?'
He knew that a lot of media in the past and present had depicted characters using that mystical force, and honestly it wasn't unlike what some elemental navis could do on the net. But no one called it magic...
The other point, that really made the first make more sense, was that he call them warriors from beyond, and offered to return them to 'their world'. So that strange portal wasn't just a network link or warp like he had hoped it would be. It had bridged their world on the Internet with some other world medieval world of dragons and magic!
Rikaru had remained silent for several moments after the ghost finished talking, his mind still dwelling on the fact they were stuck in a world so different then their own. No wonder that strange thought entered his head earlier, as if they are no longer on the net...their abilities will be compromised to a degree. Finally though, he thought to respond to the old king, stepping forward off the rubble he had been standing on up till this point before speaking.
"...was it you? The request that led us here? "
His voice was even, no tone of anger, annoyance, or accusation. Just inquiry. It was quite a feat to make that request in their world if he did. It was an unimportant question at this point, but he was too curious to let it go.
" Regardless...it seems I have no choice. If I want to return home, I have to help. Any other information on the two locations, or any likely opposition would be appreciated."
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