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genessia2014-04-29 12:08 am
beareroflight) wrote in genessia2014-04-29 12:08 am
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✛ 1st Circle ✛ Accidental Video
[The feed opens in darkness. Pitch black. There were no movements visible nor sounds audible. Soon there were grey swirls pushing against the feed which soon revealed a very foggy setting. The borders of old houses can now be seen, but it was simply too dark to identify the location. The iron streetlamps were sparsely spread throughout what seemed to be an old cobblestone street. These lamps barely lit the foggy horizon but showed the complete lack of citizens roaming the streets.]
[A few moments later, the streetlamps flickered rapidly - alarming the people of an impending danger. Then there was a loud thud upon the streets, which reduced the street into rubble and dust. The loud exploding sound upon something or someone's impact shook the very ground and caused ravens surrounding the scene to go wild.
In the middle of all the chaos was a lone figure. His body was wrapped with the darkest linen and blackest leather. Behind him were four powerful ebony wings which were now slowly folding into his back. Silver eyes examining the immediate horizon before he started moving once more. Then the feed turns pitch black once more.]
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[The feed turns on a few moments later, now facing a sizable old mansion. Its walls were fed on by mounds of ivy and the gates creaked eerily upon opening. The feed slowly made its way closer to the front door.
A silver-haired wolf prevented the further movement of the feed closer to the house. There was a werewolf gnashing its sharp teeth towards the feed as if trying to protect its territory.]
Quiet you mongrel!
[The voice was soft but resonated with authority. Upon the order the werewolf cowered towards the floor. The feed lowered, as if following the movement of a person kneeling down. A leather glove reached for its head and petted it. The large wooden door opened behind the werewolf and revealed a dusty old mansion. It seemed to be habitable with a decent amount of ornate furniture.
Then there was an abrupt movement which led to the feed falling upon the floor. It revealed the face of a man with half his face partially covered by a black leather mask. His left eye showing off a crude incision crossing both his lids. An incision which seemed new and untreated.]
Didn't know I left you on.
[His voice was muffled by the mask on his face, but it was a lot lighter than it was earlier. His eyes crinkling, as if smiling. A habit he's learned during the time he was Kira. There was no need to gain unnecessary attention. Not in a world which he wasn't sure had none of his influence.]
I hope I didn't scare any of you. I'll be living here from now on it seems. Let's get along.
[Then the feed ends once more.]
((ooc: This is one of the old mansions in Everglade))
[A few moments later, the streetlamps flickered rapidly - alarming the people of an impending danger. Then there was a loud thud upon the streets, which reduced the street into rubble and dust. The loud exploding sound upon something or someone's impact shook the very ground and caused ravens surrounding the scene to go wild.
In the middle of all the chaos was a lone figure. His body was wrapped with the darkest linen and blackest leather. Behind him were four powerful ebony wings which were now slowly folding into his back. Silver eyes examining the immediate horizon before he started moving once more. Then the feed turns pitch black once more.]
[The feed turns on a few moments later, now facing a sizable old mansion. Its walls were fed on by mounds of ivy and the gates creaked eerily upon opening. The feed slowly made its way closer to the front door.
A silver-haired wolf prevented the further movement of the feed closer to the house. There was a werewolf gnashing its sharp teeth towards the feed as if trying to protect its territory.]
Quiet you mongrel!
[The voice was soft but resonated with authority. Upon the order the werewolf cowered towards the floor. The feed lowered, as if following the movement of a person kneeling down. A leather glove reached for its head and petted it. The large wooden door opened behind the werewolf and revealed a dusty old mansion. It seemed to be habitable with a decent amount of ornate furniture.
Then there was an abrupt movement which led to the feed falling upon the floor. It revealed the face of a man with half his face partially covered by a black leather mask. His left eye showing off a crude incision crossing both his lids. An incision which seemed new and untreated.]
Didn't know I left you on.
[His voice was muffled by the mask on his face, but it was a lot lighter than it was earlier. His eyes crinkling, as if smiling. A habit he's learned during the time he was Kira. There was no need to gain unnecessary attention. Not in a world which he wasn't sure had none of his influence.]
I hope I didn't scare any of you. I'll be living here from now on it seems. Let's get along.
[Then the feed ends once more.]
((ooc: This is one of the old mansions in Everglade))
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Not really enough to gain his respect, but she was certainly something.]
Trust me, honey, when you've as long as I do, you notice some similarities.
[Kira took another puff and managed a smile afterwards. Not an amicable smile, but a smile that showed his usual malicious intent. His cold eyes descending from her face to her bosom. He then give a slow appreciative nod.]
But I'm sure they'll help.
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Ishtar.
[ No, she's not going to have to deal with these weird pet names people giving her. ]
Sure mister ancient.
[ See how she really respects that answer? NOT. Ishtar still gave him an indifferent look. No thanks bro, she's not interested in looking pretty and dolled up for you anyway. ]
I'm sure I can manage without it. You know, I can see where your eyes looking, though I'm pretty sure you don't care for modesty.
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[Was that some sort of medieval pet name someone hasn't informed him yet?]
Mister Ancient? Is that the best you have?
[He inched closer, his eyes still seemingly dazed by her chest. In comparison to the Queen of Hell..]
Well I must say, I've seen bigger.
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[ God what the hell is wrong with this guy? Did he live under a rock? ]
Or Mister Pervert works too.
[ Aaaaannnd Ishtar inched back because you're in her personal bubble, jerk face. ]
Cute. Sorry, I'm not here to please you.
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[Have an unimpressed look.]
[What sort of drunk-ass parents would name their child Ishtar? Not classy enough.]
You want to see how a pervert is like, honey this isn't it. And trust me, with that size, I'm less than pleased. I'm quite depressed in fact.
[Old habits die hard. That alternate of him simply had too much influence in his way of speech now.]
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I know guys like you from the minute they start looking when they're talking to people. I'm not interested in your ratings for me. You can find some busty chick somewhere else.
[ Yeah okay, depressed. You're really just a pervert. ]
You gonna move away any time soon? You're awfully close and I don't like it.
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[For a quick moment, there was a wave of astral energy flowing through Lucifer's body. He concentrated the energy on his target. And in a split moment, Ishtar will find a strong eerie gust of wind encircling her then suddenly pushing her against the wall and keeping her there.]
But that doesn't mean I can't enjoy you, right?
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[ and they're fairly normal thank you very much. You're being awfully rude about how she looks and she doesn't care. Well, hello wall. Ishtar doesn't even seem fazed by the fact that she's pressed against the wall due to a gust of wind.
She's not even surprised, in fact, there's a deadpan look on her face. ]
Tsk, tsk, angry and desperate I see.
[ God, Ishtar you need to shut up. ]
People like you really piss me off. Always using force to get what they want.
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[He starts to make his way closer to Ishtar. His lips pressed against each other to draw a line against his face. No passion, no excitement, no ecstasy. His eyes radiating a light inspiring pure dread.]
You must be used to it by now aren't you?
Having a man over power you. How does it feel to be weak, with nothing but your words to inspire courage within you?
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[ She retorted, giving nothing but a deadpan look for his expressionless face. Whatever, like it wasn't the first time someone's been hurting her for all the wrong reasons. ]
When you get stuck in a place where they treat you no less than a wild ani-- no lower than that, you learn to not give two shits. You know? you sure talk a lot of shit for a guy who's trying to threaten me. I'm pretty aware of my own weaknesses and limitations, and don't think for a second that I'm scared of you. You're doing a crappy job trying to instill fear bub.
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You think this is the worst I could do? You think you're the only one I can touch and destroy?
I don't know, and frankly, I don't care where you've come from.
[Obsidian smoke enveloping an equally dark aura emanated from him. Almost instantly all light within the house disappeared. The werewolf's red eyes barely reflecting the moonlight and the lights outside the house flicker like mad. His voice grows eerie and even his pale features almost disappear.]
But before you ever speak of fear and dread, it would be wise to know whom you are speaking to.
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[ There's a smug look from her. ]
Then I return the words right back at you. I don't care where you came from or what you are.
[ Oh-- scary... really. C'mon, you're seriously just making her more irritated than anything. Ishtar stared right back him though, fearless and unmoving. ]
Oh, and who might I have the pleasure of speaking with?
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[He doesn't even lift his arms. He maintains his hands on his side, though he orders one of them to clench into a fist. Upon doing so, Ishtar will feel an quickly increasing amount of weight in her chest. All her pain receptors around her thorax being triggered all at once as her her muscles suddenly tighten against her chest. Her breathing is fine, but none of the air could be used by her quickly collapsing lungs.]
You are talking to the one who dominates upon everything dark, chaotic and evil in this world.
[His eyes had an eerie glow as his fists clenched even tighter - her lungs feeling his anger even more.]
Lucifer
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[ Of course not, since they have to have those kinds of powers don't they? She felt it the increased amount of pain in her chest for no apparent reason, but she could guess who's doing it. It's painful, but she bit back any cries for pain. Her body was crying for air and it was hurting. She couldn't speak for a moment, but her eyes didn't falter. They were sharp, and endearing, glaring at him as struggled to grasp air.
She flinched and a sort of choking noise from her, but she doesn't change the look of her eyes. They were still defiant and sharp. ]
..pff...
[ There's an effort to scoff at him but it sounded more like a choke. ]
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..except for one single occasion. One occasion which he absolutely detests. His weakness.
NO ONE REMINDS HIM OF HIS WEAKNESS.]
What?
Did you say something?
I couldn't hear it behind all your chocking.
[A window.]
[It was half destroyed anyway. It wouldn't mind having some of its shards broken.]
[He gestures his head towards the window, and Ishtar will find herself flying towards the window, the glass and onto his unkempt lawn.]
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Sorry, she's too busy trying to breathe while half choking at her mocking words towards him. There's just that sneer on her face for his comment. Did she poke a nerve? Not so scary now that you've been outdone by a girl who's helpless and under.
Of course, the classic, window throws. Ishtar braced herself for all the cuts she was going to be getting when her body slams into the jarred glass and out the window. She was choking for breath but the anklet that was attached to her foot reacted to her potential danger, creating sand that somewhat softened her fall. She still had a bunch of nasty cuts running up and down her arms and body.
Well, fucking peachy. She coughed up air for a few minutes and her body was in shock due to the fall, but otherwise she was safe enough. ]
...Temper....
[ She grinned up at him. Sorry, you're too easy. ]
Did I hit something? Talk about picking on the weak bub
[ Sorry, she's going to cough now because yeah. ]
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You hit the floor.
[Rather. She hit that sand. She could have used that sand against him earlier. Curious.]
You're not scared are you?
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What of it? Did I tell you how lucky I am?
[ She was totally not scared of him. Not one bit. She was breathing a bit heavily though and everything burned like hell but whatever. It's an emergency trigger. She wasn't going to tell him who gave her that. There's no need.]
Why the hell would I be? I've already told you. Your shitty attempts to scare me are not even close to what I had to deal with normally.
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[His eyes clearly focused on the remnants of the sand and not her cheeky remarks.]
You're not scared and yet this reaction appeared.
[With his last words came out his sword. Dark as night and with hungry teeth arranged in a heavenly fashion.]
Not fear... what could it be?
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What reaction appeared?
[ Ishtar kept her hand on Sidia. She's not a sword fighter, but she could somewhat hold her ground for some time. She's not going to let this person get the best of her. ]
I wonder.
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[He took the handle of his sword and dug the blade through the ground beside him. Offering his astral energies, Ishtar will find multiple black wing-shaped blades encircling her.]
Let's see how well that can protect you.
[With one strong pulse of energy, he ordered the 8 blades encircling Ishtar to attack her, one after another. Some of them placed behind her, where she couldn't possibly see them.]
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I don't just have sand to protect me you know?
[ At the sound of the pulse, Ishtar shouts a few incoherent words creating a barrier to protect herself. The only struggle was holding it up until it couldn't hold up anymore. Defensive spells were only temporary after all. She was also injured. The sand was already doing its usual job watching her back while she blocked her front. ]
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[He was the Morningstar and the King of Hell. He was well learned in strategy and tactics. This was his job. This was something he trained for all his life. He was never one to underestimate enemies. If anything, he was one to overestimate them so he could leave unscathed by their attacks. This was why he had hordes of followers in both realms.
He doesn't know how long he can keep this up, since this was neither Heaven or Hell. Neither was this the Earth which he was accustomed to. He kept the attacks going. But he secretly implanted a large blade a long ways behind Ishtar. He wanted to see if the barrier or that free-flowing sand could stop a massive attack aside from the one's he was currently casting upon her.]
I wonder, how powerful you are.
[With his words, the blade immediately rushed towards Ishtar - aimed towards her lumbar area.]
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[ She glared at him from the corner of her eyes. The sand wasn't at her command. It was someone else's and it could only hold out for so long before being overtaken by such a powerful force.
What the hell did she really to deserve this? It was a stupid fight to begin with and now the assholish king of hell or whatever is taking it personally. ]
Does it please you to attack people who can't-- win against you!
[ Tactics was not Ishtar's game. She had to rely on her own abilities to win her fights but this was not something she could win. She knew that and her magic wasn't endless. She was a human fighting a supernatural being. ]
Sidia please!
[ She's going to attempt to use Sidia to amplify her magic if only for a second. She didn't need to die again. She was losing her blood quickly. ]
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There was a cheeky smile on his face. He watched the magnificent glow from that sword she possessed and smiled even more. It wasn't a pleasant smile, but it was a condescending smile. This was just too amusing. Was the sand and the sword like charms or enchanted objects. Just like Nanatsuya was once enchanted with the grace of his soul? He could only wonder about the possibilities.
But he's revealed too much of himself to this woman without meaning to. It wasn't information which people would find useful, but information which he didn't quite desired to be divulged.]
I should kill you.
[His words cold and his eyes dead to the world. Almost immediately his sword disappeared and all the blades surrounding her gone with it. In truth he was also tired from his flight from the bay to this old run down house.]
You should be thankful.
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