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Battle #02 - Comeragh
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Topic Started: May 25 2008, 06:49 AM (1,685 Views)
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Alexiel Shinteiv
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Jul 13 2008, 12:06 PM
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In the not-so-far distance, as Lucifer raced in that same direction, the sound of a bag with a great deal of metal things jingling about heightened momentarily before falling silent. There was no accompanying noise, however, nor any sort of visual cue as to what had happened.
At least not for a moment. A squeal, sort of, or a roar of pain and rage was what wafted over the wind next, followed by a similar, but far more pain-oriented cry from Scyther. Somewhere in between a Gastly called out questioningly, but if it was answered, none of it reached Lucifer. The ground trembled slightly beneath his feet as he ran onwards, almost tripping him up slightly, and likely increasing the question of just what was going on.
He drew near, eventually though, or they had fallen back and started running back towards him, and he could eventually make out the vague shapes of the robber, his Scyther, and...something else, something small pursuing them, something that didn't' seem to care if it woke the entire neighborhood. They were all coming quite a bit closer, very quickly, and didn't seem to have any regard for whether or not it meant trampling Lucifer.
Lvl 19
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In the manner of a true thief, rather than stick around to fight, as the Pokemon and human rushed him, each fast enough to reach a normal opponent, your average pick-pocket, or common land-dwelling creature, he simply took a step backwards and vanished from sight.
With a cry of surprise, Altair's claws scrabbled at the roofing as he tried to force himself to skid to a stop before shooting off the edge of the roof, the noise of which only barely masked the sound of the escaping thief's boots landing surprisingly lightly on a roofing tile beneath. He must have landed just perfectly, or gotten incredibly lucky though, as the bouncing skittering sound of the tile hurtling over the others cued his much safer descent towards the ground itself, and the ability to run to freedom.
Gastly, in what Arleth might either consider a rare moment of intelligent thought, or maybe belligerence, followed immediately, as he was the only one who didn't have to actually climb down the building.
The lights of his pursuing flames illuminated the edge of the roof for a brief moment, and a muttered curse from below marked that, at least out of all of them, Gastly had scored a hit. And a burn, at that. Something like that would plague him and slow him worse and worse as time wore on.
It was an awful, and slow way of being brought down. Arleth would probably like it.
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A knight is sworn to valor. His heart knows only virtue. His blade defends the helpless. His might upholds the weak. His word speaks only truth. His wrath undoes the wicked.
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Jul 13 2008, 04:20 PM
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DAMN! That was the only real thing in my mind as I saw that assassin leap down from the top of this roof down to a lower section and finally unto the ground itself. I hadn't expected him to run so early, but if it was a chase he wanted I as well as my other pokemon were going to give chase. That wasn't the only thing either, phanpy was still wandering down there like a hero. Large smile on my face I watched as Gastly actually have a moment of intelligence to chase after the man to lay down a will o wisp. My smile only became broader this guy was going to die slowly, my preferred way of death. Looking over to Altair I quickly issued out commands to him.
"Altair, we give chase. Use as much speed as you can to chase that fool down, but stay out of the range just like with Sledge before I want you to smack him with Ice Shard but aim at his legs so you can immobilize him. Also if you see phanpy tell him to be on the lookout though I doubt he'll listen to you. Oh and do not forget about Gastly if you run into him tell him I said put up chase and blast that assassin with Shadow Ball I'll catch up soon now go."
Altair only replied with a very sarcastic bow before leaving to put up chase with the man. Oh if I didn't need his skills so much I would have traded him off the way I traded to get him. Regardless I was going to have to jump to get to the ground so I could catch up to this guy, but I wasn't going to jump directly to the ground like an idiot. No, I would jump down to the first story then from there I would hopefully be able to land on the ground without injuring myself too much. For if I were to break my leg again by something stupid like jumping I would seriously be pissed at my own lack of common sense.
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Profile Story of the killer
Take the Magic: The Gathering 'What Color Are You?' Quiz.
Equipment: Enchanted Crossbow, Sledge Hammer. Shortsword, Dagger. 18 refs... Killing Krew Murder Count...4 It slowly grows by the day..
lv 8 The Jokester
lv 9 The assistant
lv 19 The Tank
lv 5 The Pretty Boy
lv 13 The Escape Tool
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Lucifer Arem
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Jul 16 2008, 08:50 AM
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Lucifer was looking at the ill-lit book, whilst listening for any sounds of what was happening. He, apparently, had forgotten how the darkness was limiting his ability to see, especially something like text, and as he squinted down at the page, he found his plights in vain. Quite disappointingly, the man apparently didn't have the sight of a Sableye, meaning he'd need to wait for a sufficient light source.
It was a good thing he hadn't gotten engrossed in Scyther's awesomeness, too, for his second most efficient sense, which was probably now his first, had been bombarded. The attack in question came in three to four parts, and he probably would've missed some of it were he reading about Slashes, X-scissors and Sword Dances. The sounds confused Lucifer, but the unmistakable cry of Scyther, undoubtedly in pain, led his confusion to become apprehension, and he wondered what was going on.
Quickly enough, with the ground rumbling slightly underneath him, Lucifer's question was answered. Even without any particularly strong lighting, he was able to see what was happening, as the figures approached. Immediately his mind was kick-started into work, as his body stopped entirely and demanded a moment's rest. He needed to stop the thief, Scyther would do best if he wasn't harmed, and as long as it wasn't going to hurt him or Scyther, the Phanpy was inconsequential.
A plan quickly formed, and he sidestepped to the left, so as to be out of the way of their direct rampage. He then withdrew his Claymore, as he prepared to strike out at the thief, hopefully bisecting him with a full force horizontal blow, not disimilar to a baseball swing. As he brought what would hopefully be a well-timed swing forward, he shouted out, now just as unconcerned with everyone else seemed to be, on the topic of waking people up:
Scyther! Jump into the air, preferably the rooftops! From there, look out for the ghost, and attack if it would compromise us!" This would hopefully avoid a friendly fire, and even if Lucifer were to fail, it would allow the Phanpy to do his job for him, and take the man out. Yay!
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Alexiel Shinteiv
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Jul 18 2008, 05:10 PM
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The claymore seemed almost light in Lucifer's hands, propelled partly by a sudden surge of adrenaline that came with the sudden jump into battle. The blade felt almost like a part of himself, an extension of his hands, something whose weight and inertia he knew at least as well as his own. The thief, unfortunately for him, seemed more intent on running than on avoiding anything in front of him, and he only noticed the batting-ready vassal just before the blade made its fatal arc through the air.
As Scyther's powerful legs launched him into the air with an ease that only a born jumper could have, the thief's upper body arched into the air across Lucifer's field of vision, trailing a banner of red. The scent of warmth, iron, and raw meat struck Lucifer like a physical blow as the legs toppled over in front of him, spilling intestines and the lower half of the man's stomach over his boots, not to mention copious amounts of blood all over his pants.
On the rooftops, Scyther steadied himself, looking left and right for some sign of the ghost and finding...nothing. Had it ran? Or been returned to its master? Or was it merely remaining invisible? There was no way for him to find it other than sight, unless it chose to make itself known to him, or made a noise, but he could keep an eye out as he was ordered...
On the ground, however, the Phanpy had turned its attention to Lucifer with the felling of his earlier target. The poor little Pokemon was in pain from the poison he didn't know he had contracted, and was taking it out on anyone and everyone it could, it seemed, in its blind pain and panic. He didn't know why he hurt, why his blood felt like fire, he only knew that his Keeper was gone, some other fool had his Pokeorb, and he was now in immense pain. And here was some stupid man running around with a sword chopping at things.
He turned his head slightly and barreled down on Lucifer instead, from far too close for Scyther to be any help in repelling.
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Arleth was losing time as he made his way down one level of the building to the next, but with Altair pursuing it would hopefully have the effect of slowing the other man down as well, and giving Arleth a chance to catch up. And even if he could only wound him, it would still help by leaving a trail of blood that the killer could follow to its end, assuming someone else didn't get to it first.
And if he could enlist Gastly's aid...
As his feet hit the ground, without the unfortunate side-effect of snapping his legs in twain, he heard the sound of another man's desperate shout, from the opposite direction, an order to a Scyther to do...something against a Gastly. Surely it wasn't his Gastly, was it? It wouldn't have gone all the way over there...
...would it? He wasn't really all that bright, in retrospect, or at least he might not feel that way based on all the times Arleth had talked down to him...
...but what if it was? What if someone was attacking his Gastly? Could Altair handle the thief on his own so that Arleth could come back and finish him off later? Or would it be a lost cause entirely to trust his Pokemon to the task of felling the man?
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A knight is sworn to valor. His heart knows only virtue. His blade defends the helpless. His might upholds the weak. His word speaks only truth. His wrath undoes the wicked.
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Lucifer Arem
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Jul 19 2008, 08:21 PM
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The still, silent, cold night sky donned a great viscous, spray of scarlet. Lucifer's blade found its mark with a satisfying jamming feel, into the mid region of the thief's torso. There was an equally fulfilling squelch as his body was ripped asunder, and the artist watched with glee as his victim's upper half arced through the air, halting as it collided with the ground. The dull thud was symbolic with the death, and finished the experience for Lucifer on a high.
He cared not that his legs and probably more had been veritably coated in the remains of this man, infact he was quite possibly delighted to find this the case. And the man's loot was also sitting idly on the ground. Once this was over, he would likely take a few prizes for himself, and return the rest under his helpful-vassal visage. They had to reward him, after all! He had just stopped an attack on the local weapons store. And though he was hardly going about it in the heroic sense of things, he was going about it.
Now wasn't then, however, and the matter of Pokemon remained prominent. There was a Phanpy about to attack him, a Gastly God-knows-where and his own Scyther awaiting further commands. At first he was tempted to have the bug type consolidate his efforts in fending the beast off, but he decided both that he wanted a bit of a challenge, and that there might still be some remnants of the ghost Pokemon. He did not want to be paralysed again. Ever.
He turned to face the charging elephant; Step one. Step two; he brought his blade across him as a shield, the sharp edge pointed towards his attacker. His hands both were raised high beside his stomach, the blade pointing downwards, and covering his shins. This was the most defensive and manoeuvrable stance he could allocate, and he hoped it would either deter the beast or at leasy protect him from it. And step three came if the ground type wasn't detered:
He would wait until he was sure the Phanpy couldn't change direction, at which point he would dart to his more unoccupied side, spinning away from his weapon, which he would keep roughly in place. It was essentially a move of a matador, but the red cloth was now a claymore, and his bull was a blue elephant.
His commands to Scyther to look out for Gastly still stood, so he shouldn't need refresh them.
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Jul 19 2008, 09:29 PM
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bah I hate how this came out.
Anger, annoyance, all words that could be used to describe my current mood for jumping down the buildings had been just as horrible as jumping up them and even worse they were making me waste time. Time…that was something I was impatiently running out of. Though when I did manage to find myself on the ground I managed to hear a cry of desperation from some other fellow. Not only that, but I heard something that sounded vaguely familiar…as a matter of fact it was the voice of gastly!
Blasted ghost had managed to find itself in yet another bind only this one forced me to have a split decision something I really didn’t want to deal with right now. The first one being I could go in order to find out if this voice had exactly belonged to gastly, but that would also leave Altair to handle the already injured assassin. As much as I wanted to just go and kill the man I decided against it, Altair was more then able to hold his own in battle for a while even against an assassin besides his dark fur blended in well with the darkness giving him the advantage.
Besides I had been away from Phanpy for far too long and if I was going to turn that elephant into my powerhouse I needed to find and comfort him. Everything was going against me it seemed much more then what I ever would have wanted. My judgement, my better judgement told me to go after Altair, but something else inside me told me to go to the voice. I can’t explain what, but something told me that if I only went towards that voice I would find myself a powerful ally in my pursuits to kill.
Taking one last deep breath I loaded my crossbow before turning towards where I had heard the Gastly’s voice. Sprinting I could feel my innate hatred for this place grow ever greater. The sooner I killed everyone the sooner I could head off into the mountains for my own personal gain.
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Profile Story of the killer
Take the Magic: The Gathering 'What Color Are You?' Quiz.
Equipment: Enchanted Crossbow, Sledge Hammer. Shortsword, Dagger. 18 refs... Killing Krew Murder Count...4 It slowly grows by the day..
lv 8 The Jokester
lv 9 The assistant
lv 19 The Tank
lv 5 The Pretty Boy
lv 13 The Escape Tool
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Alexiel Shinteiv
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Jul 21 2008, 09:44 PM
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Unknowing of the man making his way so swiftly through the streets towards him, attempting to locate him by way of that one shout a moment or so ago, Lucifer steadied himself against the presumed blow. The little Phanpy, pain burning in his mind and muscles and sharpening his senses if only to help him avoid as much pain as possible.
The flash of the blade was something he was familiar enough with, and on a split second decision he jumped up into the air as he neared, and curled himself up. His skin thickened as the rate of cell growth suddenly quickened, providing him with a literally thicker skin than what he already possessed. As he reached the arc of his jump, he flexed his back and changed the direction of his movement into a sharp downwards arc, devoting all of his earlier speed into a strike.
He struck the flat of the blade with his tailbone as he spun towards the ground, and an audible crack echoed across the otherwise silent night as one of two things happened. A hairline fracture appeared across the width of Lucifer's blade, a weakness that would, thankfully, be fixed when he had it later reforged into a much larger and grander sword. The second crack, however, occurred in the wrist of his dominant hand as the far end of the hilt was forced downwards by the speed and weight of a 74 pound mini-elephant and smacked hard against his wrist.
Pain lanced up through his hand as the hilt forced its way from seemingly nerveless fingers, slamming to the ground and splashing blood across the both of them. Had Lucifer not moved to the side, it likely would have snapped his ankle as well, judging by where it hit the ground.
The Phanpy rolled off, looking slightly stunned and probably ignorant of the pain he had caused, and focused slowly on the man who had been holding the big hunk of metal he'd just run into. He'd probably completely regain his senses in a moment or two, but for the moment the reverberations of smacking against the blade had him just the slightest bit wobbly. It was hard to say if that would help much, considering a broken wrist and a somewhat damaged blade, but it gave Lucifer a little bit of recovery time.
Though, honestly, he'd need a little bit himself.
As Phanpy began to shake off the effects, however, the shadowed form of Arleth appeared around a corner several blocks behind Lucifer, out of sight for the darkness from where Phanpy and the vassal were, but present nonetheless. He couldn't very well see the situation himself, at least not in any detail, but it would be easy enough to call out to him.
And finish rousing the rest of the neighborhood.
Scyther, unfortunately, had disappeared down an alleyway on a hunt for the Gastly, not near enough to immediately aid in the battle against the Phanpy.
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Jul 21 2008, 10:50 PM
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Shadows again were working on my side making me easily slip through the dark streets unseen by any prying eyes which might have possibly be looking out of the glassless windows that were all around me. Feet swift as the wandering winds carried me to where the voice had first originated. Checking my crossbow I was glad to see that it was still locked and loaded. Placing my back on the wall I slowly rounded the corner crossbow aimed directly for where a person’s head/chest would normally be located. Though lo and behold what I saw before me came as quite the surprise.
It was some strange looking man; on his face were two rounded pieces of dark glass which I had seen before. Those strange objects were called I believed glasses and they helped people see when their vision has been lost, though the only ones who wore them that I had seen were mages, scholars, or rich nobles also none had black glass. This greatly intrigued me; I didn’t smell the stench of magic anywhere in the general area of this man which totally discredited the idea of him being a mage. Though that should have been more obvious as he was swinging a large two handed sword haphazardly around like some buffoon. Yes, mages would never use large swords such as that, especially in the fashion that he was using it. Those men and foolish breeders (females) preferred to wave their hands around like retarded pixies in order to conjure up fires. Ugh it sickens me so much just too even think about those magical pansies.
My analysis of this man continued, but to no avail was I able to unravel where this man had came from or for what reason he fought. However that was before I espied the buckler on his shoulder which was coruscating in the moonlight. Through the moon I was able to, only barely, decipher whose emblem that belonged to. A mining pick slamming against a rock, something so crude, so barbaric could only mean this man associated with that miner lord known as Beckett.
I could feel my face twist into a bloodthirsty snarl as my eyes were locked upon that buckler. One of Beckett’s better men, Sledge, had already fallen to my blade and he must have sent this guy after me to get his revenge. Be that as it may there was one question that materialized in my mind; why was he here if he was supposed to be looking for me? No sooner had the question been created in my mind was it answered when I heard the cry belonging to my Phanpy.
Immediately after the wail of pain penetrated my ears my eyes began to scan the entire area. My pupils dilated slightly making the area clearer until I saw both my beast and this…this vassal battle it out. Phanpy’s size was petite, heck near microscopic to the massive blade that this man carried, but my elephant battled with no fear a quality that I highly admired as something all of my pokemon should carry within them.
With the shadows engulfing my body I observed how my Phanpy would do without my commands. Anything that I would bare witness to will be used for later periods when he and I have our own training time together. My powerful elephant rolled himself up into a compact ball, much like a pokeorb before leaping into the air and falling down upon the man’s blade. Boisterous cracks penetrated the still night as both blade and body made contact with one another. More noise…something I definitely didn’t need at the moment, but it didn’t matter because from what I could see I knew that the battle was over and the time of my appearance would be soon.
As Phanpy rolled off from the edge I could tell he wasn’t at his maximum strength. He was shaken up from the assault of the sword, but that wasn’t all it. Something else seemed to be holding back my elephant from his full potential some sort of deadly substance must have been inside of his bloodstream weakening him. Cursing to myself I slowly walked out from the shadows into clear view of the vassal before me. My crossbow I held aloft, aimed directly for the man’s chest. I would be damned if he was going to take out my Phanpy. This too would prove to be a perfect time for me to get Phanpy to listen to me.
Each step both Phanpy and the man grew closer until I stood adjacent to my miniature pachyderm. Using my free hand I bent down to pick the creature up into my chest. His discomfort was evident as was his blatant display of dislike for me, but I didn’t care I had to attempt to tame this beast.
“Phanpy calm down my soon to be monstrous friend. I’ve came to check on you…for ever since I had allowed you out of my sight I…I had been worried of your safety. And for good reason too. You there with the black glasses who are you and why did you try to kill my Phanpy?”
When I spoke to Phanpy I felt something strange…some warm feeling had made itself visible from deep within my chest. Could it be heartburn? Indigestion? Diarrhea? Or was it something else...something that I thought I didn’t have, but every other human had…compassion. NO I cannot allow such emotions to flood my brain for if I allowed this to weaken my resolve I couldn’t become the assassin that I truly wished to be. With Phanpy in my left arm my right arm was held out straight with my finger on the trigger of my crossbow. If this vassal didn’t answer me soon he would feel my wraith something no one would ever want to deal with.
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Take the Magic: The Gathering 'What Color Are You?' Quiz.
Equipment: Enchanted Crossbow, Sledge Hammer. Shortsword, Dagger. 18 refs... Killing Krew Murder Count...4 It slowly grows by the day..
lv 8 The Jokester
lv 9 The assistant
lv 19 The Tank
lv 5 The Pretty Boy
lv 13 The Escape Tool
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Lucifer Arem
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Jul 24 2008, 09:43 PM
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"Gyah, shitting hell!" Lucifer belted out, as his Claymore forced itself from his grip, and the cracked metal blade rebounded and reverberated against the ground. He had almost lost his footing from the blow, too, but managed to collect himself and his right leg before he ended on the floor, like his sword. The hairline fracture of the surface was as visible as a Snorlax at a buffet, vivid in the man's eyes, and where he focused his current rage and pain. That stupid piece of Karp, he figured, was responsible for his failings, and he was glad of his already made plans to refurbish it into something that wouldn't dishonour him when needed.
Lucifer then cursed further as a man suddenly emerged from the shadows, crossbow in hand, its target securely trained on his crippled figure. Apparently lady Chansey wasn't favouring him too greatly of late, and he glanced around, in futile desperation, as though he expected to see something that would be of service to his plight. Such a thing didn't appear, though, and it was at that moment he actually noticed he was deficient of one specially appointed Pokemon. Wherever the Scyther was now, that bastard wasn't beside him, helping him out with self defence like he should be.
Not letting himself wander into thoughts of where his supposedly tame Pokemon had stalked off to, he gave a long hard stare at the armed man, who seemed to be interested in what he was doing. Lucifer was tempted to inform him of a need to make love to his own being, but quickly allowed the glinting metal arrowhead dissuade him from so stupid an idea. His broken wrist and probably thumb could be easily mended by a healer, but the arrow through his forehead would prove a damn sight more difficult to recover from. A whole lifetime, some might say.
"Do not be so hasty to assume. It was, after all, your Phanpy who made an attempt on my life first. I was simply attempting to protect myself; I hadn't made even a single assault on it. For you see, it had been following me and my friend in some pursuit of sadistic mauling... It was almost a shame I beat the Pokemon to it..." he said, almost cryptically, answering with a full, and surprisingly honest answer. He wasn't going to actually show the dead man's body off; instead he would wait for Arleth, a man he still didn't know the name of, to see the body for himself. That would be most interesting.
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Jul 24 2008, 11:34 PM
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“Do not be so hasty to assume. It was, after all, your Phanpy who made an attempt on my life first. I was simply attempting to protect myself; I hadn't made even a single assault on it. For you see, it had been following me and my friend in some pursuit of sadistic mauling... It was almost a shame I beat the Pokemon to it.”
As the man spoke I began to revere at Phanpy in a whole new light. I hadn’t ever even considered the tiny elephant to have a thirst of blood so great in his prevolved form. Just have the thought of the shear power which was to come from phanpy’s evolution which also would enhance his bloodlust cause me to shiver in pure bliss. However a slight problem was still being the vexing thorn in my boots and it was in the form of the man that was before me. Obviously he deserved to die; he had seen my face and my identity was too precious for me to give away to just anyone. Drawing closer with every footstep I began to divert my aim at various body parts all while pondering which one would cause him the most pain.
But that was before I saw the bisected body that lay on the ground. Though the body was beautifully, brutally carved in two I could discern the similarities of that poor assassin with the one who had failed miserably at the attempt at my life. Meaning that those assassins weren’t after just me, they were sent by someone else in an attempt to murder innocent people sleeping. I of course had no qualms with them for doing this, but they screwed up when they tried to take my life. Glimpsing back at the body which had been cleaved in half I looked back at the man with the broken wrist, if he was someone who had been able to manifest raw power in the form of a blade he could be quite useful to me alive.
Lowering my crossbow I lowered Phanpy to the ground. Something was irking him from the inside and it was something of which I didn’t know of. Petting him gently on the head I returned him into his ball before turning my attention back to the man. Extending out my left hand I offered to help the man up, while he was still a vassal of one of my sworn enemies I could perceive some sort of inner innate hatred, evil, something that was not unlike my own inside of this man. All I needed to do was formulate some sort of plan in order to siphon it out of him.
“Arleth, Arleth Vann is the name stranger I’m just a traveler in this city looking for a sableye and bird pokemon which stole some of my belongings. Though like you I happened to come across one of these would be assassins as well. Sadly unlike you I was unable to kill mine, but I did have my Gastly and Weavile following him. Seeing as I, ahem indirectly caused your wrist and thumb to be broken allow me to assist you to your feet. Also I was wondering, if you don’t mind would you like to help me in finding those two pokemon as well as the assassin my Weavile is after?
Earlier I heard a noise which sounded vaguely like a scyther which I’d assume was yours, but I don’t see him anywhere. Did he too run after another assassin? If so I could assist you in finding him, especially since you seem to be in slight the predicament with a broken wrist? So what say you partners?”
Ugh, I hated greatly speaking to someone like he was an equal, especially one who had yet to prove his skill to me in battle. But in order for manipulation to succeed one must plant the false seed of friendship into the hearts of people. Though I did hope my voice was quite convincing.
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Profile Story of the killer
Take the Magic: The Gathering 'What Color Are You?' Quiz.
Equipment: Enchanted Crossbow, Sledge Hammer. Shortsword, Dagger. 18 refs... Killing Krew Murder Count...4 It slowly grows by the day..
lv 8 The Jokester
lv 9 The assistant
lv 19 The Tank
lv 5 The Pretty Boy
lv 13 The Escape Tool
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Lucifer Arem
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Jul 25 2008, 02:15 PM
Post #41
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[Okay, last night's post was atrocious, but I should be good to go now]
An indiscernable flicker of a smile lanced betwixt the killer's lips as his audience came into appreciation of his work, and indeed his utility. He had not even a figment of doubt as to the nature of Arleth Vann's thought processes, cold and calculating like his own, though naturally inferior. He saw Lucifer as a tool, an assistance to his ways, which was fine by the disabled man; he, himself, could see only good to come out of "befriending" the apparent assassin. If only because he had had his crossbow trained upon his self moments previous. And so he would play up to the role of ally and business partner, at least until Arleth's role in his wellbeing expired. No compassion, no attachments; cold hard reason.
Lucifer's wrist was alive with pain and suffering, and though his face was practised in indifference, a calm cold exterior hiding what he was feeling, he couldn't help but let the hurt circulate him. This was one of a veritable few things he needed to address, and quickly too, for he feared that allowing it to pass unchecked would be most unpleasant. It, however, was possibly the least prominent of the objectives in his current to do list, and he didn't intend to plan any further than what was happening immediately, meaning his vexed wrist and mind would have to take a place upon the queue that constituted Lucifer's attention, at least until these other happenings were addressed.
Firstly, there was the matter he would've handled prior to when Phanpy assaulted him, were it never to have occurred. This was the one which assumed profit of his fallen foe, the man severed in two, that same person who had provided a bargaining chip for his survival, the medal of his abilities. His plans were to take the beings possessions, as well as retrieve the petty thief's looting, ones which he might well have taken himself, were he to have deemed the situation appropriate. Nonetheless, he had decided he would only take the few items he needed, before returning the rest to the shop owner, in exchange for prestige and resources. Half of that came now, the other half later.
"Well, Arleth Vann, I would say it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, but as of current, I must say that's hardly true... However, I will accept your offer, for those same reasons. After all..." and he reached down to his broken weapon, carefully attempting its return to the sheath, in one piece or in two, where it would wait in its precarious state until he later improved it. That was another thing he needed to do, and that would probably be last in his chain.
"...I can hardly use this." His voice was as calm as his face, the tone pertaining a void of emotion; Lucifer's face was blank; free of emotion, signs of feelings, inclinations of thought. It was in effect a poker face, hiding the most manipulatable of human ways from becoming public domain. And he liked it like that. Nonetheless, he knew he would have to fill his newly formed partner in on something, even if it was just what they had to do next:
"And yes, that was my Scyther... What of your Pokemon? Can they be trusted to finish your thief? Oh, and that's all they are... Petty thieves... "Assassins" is far beyond a compliment for them. Also, will these Pokemon be capable of finding you again? Either way, I will search this man, and his loot, take whatever I need, and then begin looking for where Scyther had disappeared off to. I assume you're helping, too." Lucifer had apparently already attempted to establish a role as leader of the pair, even given his inability to fight; one hand, no weapon and no Pokemon. Authoritative voices FTW!
True, though, what he had said; he moved towards the severed top half of his victim, and began attempting to rifle through his jacket, paying no heed to the copious quantities of blood as he attempted to recover whatever the man might have on his person. Most notably, he was looking for the Gastly's Pokeorb. Once done, he would move to the bag of weapons, and begin inspecting them for a second claymore or a sword heavier, as well as throwing knives or daggers of some description. Then it was Scyther time!
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Alexiel Shinteiv
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Aug 6 2008, 02:00 PM
Post #42
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Rifling through the thief's pockets (and assortment of stolen goods) proved to be a fairly valuable undertaking all in all. There was a Pokeorb to be found, one devoid of warmth that indicated something was within, and one could only assume it to be the currently rogue Gastly. It was not alone, however, as there was a second Pokeorb along his belt as well, this one still feeling as if it contained something, though just what it was was unknown. Also of question was why the man hadn't attempted to use it in the fight, or the flight. Perhaps he had just not had enough time, or perhaps it was useless to him...it was hard to tell without opening it up to take a look.
Also in his various pockets and bags were a hefty sum of gold, a few small knives of decent basic craftsmanship, a wood chip upon which a symbol that didn't mean anything in particular to either Arleth or Lucifer was burned, as if it had been by a cattle prod, and the bag of loot. In it, however, were far more interesting things. There was a single plate gauntlet that gleamed with a dark sort of red light, swirling and changing just enough to give the illusion of magma, perhaps, casting a dim red glow about them. It didn't seem particularly hot to the touch, but it was certainly of interest. There was a pair of short rods connected by a chain, several more small daggers, and a shortsword of plain design in a cheap leather scabbard.
Most likely he had been stealing for supplies, it looked like, as the only thing of genuinely interesting make was the gauntlet. Also contained were what was likely the funds from the shopkeeper's hiding place, several heavy pouches of coin.
In regards to Scyther, and indeed to Arleth's currently missing Pokemon as well, a cry went up from both almost simultaneously, almost as if they were near each other and communicating. Scyther's call was down the same alleyway, and the flash of light down that direction indicated his slow return, most likely trudging along due to the regret of failure, as he didn't seem to be pulling anything along with him. He was also quite sufficiently not dead by appearances, unless his shambling walk indicated zombification rather than depression. The Weavile's cry, foreign to Lucifer but well known to Arleth was entirely too difficult to read a meaning in to, whether he had failed or been successful in his kill, and Gastly's own cry followed soon after that.
That would probably confused the two men something awful. Scyther, in the shadows, certainly seemed to perk up at it.
Around them, flickering lights were beginning to be lit in windows, and the sounds of doors opening and closing greeted them with the message that their rather loud battle had begun to cause interest by the townspeople. Depending on Lucifer's...intentions, he would possibly want to duck into an alleyway fairly soon, or else risk detection with the stolen goods.
That were to be promptly returned to grateful townspeople, if he were truly the vassal he thought them to be. If not, he and Arleth could probably split the goods, or something...they could surely work it out.
[357 Gold found] [2 Pokeorbs (Gastly, ???) found] [3 throwing daggers found] [1 etched wooden chip] [2,372 Gold found] [1 Flame Gauntlet found] [1 Shortsword found] [5 daggers found] [1 Nun-chuk found]
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A knight is sworn to valor. His heart knows only virtue. His blade defends the helpless. His might upholds the weak. His word speaks only truth. His wrath undoes the wicked.
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Lucianna York
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Aug 6 2008, 08:30 PM
Post #43
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Everyone's favourite Dream Girl
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Awkward. All too quickly, Lucifer realised that was what he had decided to do. Searching through the deceased being's belongings with only the aid of a single hand was quickly proving to be a laborious task, as he had nothing to hold the clothes out of his way. This resulted in a need to rummage blindly amid the pockets, and when there were knives inside, that was a regressive idea. Nonetheless, it was his choice, and a very profitable action, or at least it would be, once he finished, though with the pressure of people finding him in this sticky situation at any moment, he was attempting to find a balance between careful inspection and hasty raiding...
His treasures did come though, and he quickly enough unveiled three throwing knives, exactly what he had been intending to buy before this entire incident. Though he wasn't yet familiar with them, he had a formal idea on how to learn, and if that quick-fire plan of brute force practise didn't work, he could always use his liege to obtain some lessons... Though the idea of someone else mentoring didn't please Lucifer in the slightest... No, he'd do much better by learning for himself. And so he placed those knives into his Satchel, with a great deal of difficulty and pain, wincing more than once as the trio of ferrous weapons retreated out of sight. What next...
Orbs. Two of them. One of the spheres was warm, whereas the other was cold. He assumed that, as they were the only two to be found, one was infact the ghost Pokemon's, whereas the other was a mystery Pokemon. Well, that would do well in satiating, to some extent, the Vassal's partner; Lucifer had no interest, himself, in obtaining more Pokemon, at least not yet, and he planned only to get that Gastly so that he might show it an even more painful lesson than its previous master had been dealt, then perhaps sell it on in the name of great capitalistic profit... So he pocketed the Gastly's, and set aside the one which emanated warmth for Arleth.
Lastly there was the money and a strange little relic. It piqued at his curiosity for little more than a second, before he dismissed the piece as worthless, and dumped it beside the orb. Arleth can have it. But the money... Well, Lucifer simply stowed that away. He still held in the back of his mind an intention to restore and bulk up his sword, well knowledged that it would cost him money, and if he took that from there, he would happily be able to pay with the dead man's money. He thumbed through it briefly, finding it to fall just short of a thousand Gold; he would take a little more to equate the grand, from the large sack he later found, but at that moment, it concerned him not.
And so he had finished with the thief, ransacking his attire for what little he had salvaged, allowing his quick aversion of attention to the second hand loot, a bag of swag which he had inherited. As he approached it, he kept close his plan and get out clause, allowing him to only liberate some of this stuff from the domain of the sack. After all, he planned to return what relatively useless, bland or oversupplied little he could, and claim himself a heroic status for his deeds... Perhaps heroic was pushing it, but to gain a name as a brutal and no-nonsense Vassal would do wonders for his future, something which remained a blur. He knew what he was going to do, once he had addressed Scyther, but before either, there was this lootage to finish...
Naturally, the gauntlet caught Lucifer's attention first. Its radiance was abnormal, unless you had bore witness to volcanoes previous, and considering their sparsity on Innisfree, that proved not the case for our unconventional Vassal. So he found himself drawn into its mysterious qualities, meaning he would pocket it for himself, and quickly, too. The other stuff in the bag was relatively boring, though... All of it was much blander in appearance, and the only sword, now he'd quenched his want for throwing knives, was a shortsword, one which proved uninteresting for him... He would let Arleth take a few things, along with a fair share of the sizeable money he'd found, before returning it to the shopkeep. What a great guy.
And at this point, the Pokemon had made their entrances. Lucifer's own returned, with a dejected look on his face. Great; Failure. Arleth's, meanwhile, were calling out into the night sky, expecting him to come running or something akin, also answering Lucifer's question from long ago succinctly. He couldn't help but wonder if the Gastly was his target, but given how it shouted out in such a manner, and Arleth's indifference, he also thought it might be the man's. It seemed the shouts were of ones who had done well enough to still be able to call, or else had lost their prey, and Lucifer was actually keen to investigate with his new buddy, once he was done with this victim, and with Scyther's explanation... And that would prove fun. He was blisteringly aware that Pokemon couldn't talk, so he would have to ask with yes or no questions, or else ones that Scyther could point out... But before even that, Lucifer had one other little thing to attend to.
As Scyther approached, Lucifer took up the Shortsword he had yet to allow Arleth a chance to take, holding it in his left hand. It was useful in that he could hold it in a single hand, and he knelt down beside the upper section of the corpse, resting the blade on the neck. It was again awkward to use his weak hand, but given the simple nature of what he wanted, it shouldn't be too difficult. He raised the blade high, its metal finish gleaming into his eyes, before Lucifer brought it down with force on the neck of this flesh. Assuming he made it through, he would leave the head on the ground for a moment, before turning to Arleth, and speaking:
"My trophy. Now... I plan on finding out what happened with Scyther, but also am interested in those other Pokemon... Are they both yours? And give me a moment to talk to him(Scyther), and once I've adequately assessed his situation, we can move on. And you're free to take these items..." he would say, before wiping the sword on the body, and placing it down, before picking up the man's tidbits, handing them over, and waving an elbow to the bag. "Take some of the stuff, and the money... Leave at least one thousand gold, though, and enough items to warrant a reasonable return... I plan to facade myself the hero in this one." And at that point, he would collect whatever Arleth left into the bag, and hold both that and the head of the fallen man in his able hand, before turning to Scyther.
"Tell me, did you catch Gastly? If so did he attack you? If not did he actually escape? And in what direction did you see him last?" would be his words... If the Gastly still had hope of being apprehended, he would head off with haste in that direction, indicating for Arleth to do whichever he chose. If hope of pursuit was lost, though, he would go with Arleth, after the man revealed the Pokemon to be his.
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  This Knight made a grand total of 250 daring endeavours, before he had to lay his sword to rest.

 ~Acker Lv 20~ ~Vigeo Lv 1~ ~Lacrima Lv 13~
There's me in any team.
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zherebo
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Aug 6 2008, 09:29 PM
Post #44
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I couldn’t help but to hold contempt at this man, not only because he had yet to properly introduce himself with his name, but with his intonation I began to receive the feeling that this man was going to be the self-proclaimed leader of our little troupe so to speak. Did I find this highly pestiferous? Of course I did, but it wasn’t the time to show my discontent with this man and there was one main reason for this…I can’t think properly all of the time.
Yes, I admit it ok I don’t keep a level head and I act on impulse to kill unlike this fellow. His calm demeanor just radiated from his voice with its articulate authoritativeness that it did in fact make me seem like the lowly grunt, but I was beginning to not care for this. Being the grunt only means I had the enjoyment of being able to always get in the action. However my inner thoughts, my inner world where I alone was the only being was ripped to shreads as I heard cries echoing from out in the distance.
A loud shrill cry was the first that was audible. Sounding nothing like Altair or Gastly I quickly deducted that it belonged to this man’s own bug pokemon scyther. The cry resonated off the buildings fairly close to my current location meaning he (scyther) couldn’t be far away from the two of us at all. Though thanks to the recent bellowing roar of Scyther the town was also beginning to be alerted; all around I could see lights flicker on out of my peripheral vision. Gritting my teeth I was soon met with yet another arousing cry this time however it belonged to both Altair and Gastly.
Weather the two pokemon had been successful in their tangent I did not know, but they had indeed done something. I would have to leave if I wished to rendezvous with the two at their current location. Picking my feet up I began to move when a sudden glimmer captured my attention. Allowing myself to briefly see what my partner had managed to loot I was suddenly enthralled at all of the precious objects that the thief had managed to pilfer from the smith. Gold, two pokeorbs, daggers, a shortsword, some wooden chip, and some flaming glove all ours for the taking.
Allowing a smile to escape I slowly found myself approaching the loot. Most of it was fairly useless to me, especially the throwing daggers, though the plate glove did look quite ravishing. Sadly though, plate was not my forte so to speak, I can’t allow such heavy gauntlets on these hands. Though that wasn’t the only thing to peak my interest, for in the pile of loot was a lone wooden chip with some strange symbol etched in it. This of all things could prove to be useful to me in one way or another in my not so distance future. Yes I knew what I had to take. Reaching down I picked up the shortsword, one of the normal daggers, that wooden chip, 1329 gold, and the other pokeorb which held a mystery pokemon. Pocketing the money, pokeorb and the wood chip I placed the already sheathed short sword and dagger on my belt. While both might have been considered plain I figured I could later have the two of them customized to my liking later in some other city. Now it was time to go after Altair and Gastly. Looking back down at my partner I spoke to the man.
“You still haven’t told me your name, the person who chose to spare you from death. But that isn’t important now what is important that we go after my pokemon the two fools that are out there crying in the night. And yes both of them are in fact mine. Though I must inquire, why do you even feel the need to give the illusion that you are the hero? It is quite pointless in my eyes."
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Profile Story of the killer
Take the Magic: The Gathering 'What Color Are You?' Quiz.
Equipment: Enchanted Crossbow, Sledge Hammer. Shortsword, Dagger. 18 refs... Killing Krew Murder Count...4 It slowly grows by the day..
lv 8 The Jokester
lv 9 The assistant
lv 19 The Tank
lv 5 The Pretty Boy
lv 13 The Escape Tool
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Alexiel Shinteiv
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Aug 8 2008, 10:08 AM
Post #45
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Before either could continue with their respective goals, Scyther answering Lucifer's questions and Arleth pursuing the voices of his Pokemon, the sound of doors rattling and swinging open on protesting hinges sounded loudly across the street.
All around them light reached out into the early morning darkness from hand-held candles and lanterns, glaring in their eyes and reflecting off of any little bits of metal on the body or each other, mostly their weapons. None of them appeared armed, and there was a good variety between men and women of varying ages, none of whom looked to be around the two would-be-thieves/protectors-of-justice.
It wasn't the best of situations to be caught in, though Lucifer would no doubt be given the benefit of the doubt as to his role. He, after all, wore a buckler proclaiming him a vassal. The other man, however, did not. And if anyone recognized Arleth for who he was...
An older gentleman, though no less hale and hearty it seemed, stepped up first, looking between the two of them with suspiciously narrowed eyes. The way he looked at Arleth it seemed clear that he was waiting for Lucifer to cut him down on the spot, guessing rather accurately at what a dark-clothed excessively armed man standing in the darkness was. "Wha's all 'is?" he asked gruffly, glaring between the both of them and at the body on the ground, the detached head still leaking blood slowly into the dirt.
Around them, people began to congregate, slowly wandering from their houses, some armed, others not visibly so. One could never tell where the mages were though, particularly with everyone dressed in a sleeping gown of some sort, or in the case of one decrepit old man nothing at all, poor fellow.
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A knight is sworn to valor. His heart knows only virtue. His blade defends the helpless. His might upholds the weak. His word speaks only truth. His wrath undoes the wicked.
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