Odile charged up a small purple flame in her hand then launched a spray of it (Like a flamethrower) at Terra-2. "It's gonna take more then bullets to beat the undead *****! Ahahaha!" Dokurod said to Terra-2, as he too charge his aura.
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Long fang looked up, thinking he'd heard the branches shift. He looked about, but saw nothing and kept walking through the forest, calling for Terra's name and swung his gaze left to right, hoping to find her.
Her pillar crushed, Mitsuru began to fall. As she did, she summoned her Persona again, and hoped nullifying Terra-2's ice resistance could save her. Her Persona caused ice spikes to form all over and fly at Terra-2 and Omega from just about every direction, the majority of them focused at the arm attempting to crush her, and the largest of the spikes coming up through the ground and rising up past Mitsuru as she fell, into the hand.
OoC: Mitsuru used "Mabufudyne"
Also, @Nail, about how tall is the hand/how far is Mitsuru falling
OoC: Mitsuru used "Mabufudyne"
Also, @Nail, about how tall is the hand/how far is Mitsuru falling
OOC: @Outis the epilogue that I'm doing. I'm assuming that Jacques just managed to get home somehow, and now I'm putting up the end of his story.
OoC @Furioso: I can't give you a number, but a human is half the size of its finger. As for how far she's falling, that would depend on how large the pillar she was standing on was.
Also, the arms are deteched from the body, wich is why it can launch them at targets.
Terra soarded down above Long Fang, but didn't land. "Why are you so insistant on finding me?" she asked. Though in her Esper form, Long Fang might not recognize her, the voice would likely give her away.
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Omega Terra turned to Odile and moved her free arm arm to block the jet of flame. "I'll grind you to dust!" clenching a fist, the arm shot out to Odile with great speed.
Focusing on Odile, Omega Terra didn't see the Mitsuru's attack comming in time and Terra-2 ended up being impaled by several ice spikes. Omega itself, however was next to unscathed. "Oh, that is it!" she bellowed, couching up blood as she did. When Mitsuru fell into the hand, it began closing.
OoC: Sorry for the late reply, pretty distracted.
Oh, and someone might want to move those onconscious to safety...
Also, the arms are deteched from the body, wich is why it can launch them at targets.
Terra soarded down above Long Fang, but didn't land. "Why are you so insistant on finding me?" she asked. Though in her Esper form, Long Fang might not recognize her, the voice would likely give her away.
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Omega Terra turned to Odile and moved her free arm arm to block the jet of flame. "I'll grind you to dust!" clenching a fist, the arm shot out to Odile with great speed.
Focusing on Odile, Omega Terra didn't see the Mitsuru's attack comming in time and Terra-2 ended up being impaled by several ice spikes. Omega itself, however was next to unscathed. "Oh, that is it!" she bellowed, couching up blood as she did. When Mitsuru fell into the hand, it began closing.
OoC: Sorry for the late reply, pretty distracted.
Oh, and someone might want to move those onconscious to safety...
Long fang looked at her. "Because I was the child in the corner, thinking everyone was going to hurt me if I let them get too close. Someone helped me get out of the corner, helped me realize that yes some people will hurt you, but some people will care for you and look after you, in death and in life. I'm never going to stop trying to protect you, because I refuse to walk away from someone in that kind of suffering. I'm never going to stop looking for you, because I'd want someone looking after me."
Mitsuru again used an ice pillar, this time forming it on the hand to propel her out of the hands grip, with the side effect that she was now about twice as high in the air as she had been previously. While she flew, she used her Persona to attempt to cover Terra-2 in ice and then from that ice form spikes directed inwards
Dokurod grinned. "Not today" He said, then blocked the arm shot with his barrier, which knocked Odile back slightly. Odile then attacks again with 3 dark magic blasts.
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Crystal and Katrina were busy talking and drinking in the mess hall.
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Crystal and Katrina were busy talking and drinking in the mess hall.
OOC: And Here. We. Go.
Should be read in sequence, by the way.
Should be read in sequence, by the way.
When Jacques Leveque returned to his own world, he found himself back on the country road in the light snow that he had unknowingly crossed over from so many months ago, and his heart was lightened with joy all the way from that obscure wood to the centre of Paris. Here he was amazed to learn that for all the time that had passed in that dead, foreign world, only a few days had gone by in his own, not even enough for him to be missed. It was close, but the day after he arrived back in the city that he loved so dearly, he made it to the meeting that he had set out from Normandy to keep.
He had been there a number of times before, but the sight of the great throne room of Henri-Quatre, Divine ruler of France, always took his breath away and replaced it with patriotic pride. His pirate-like rags done away with, a fresh deep blue doublet and gleaming steel cuirass in their place, he swept off his plumed hat and went to one knee in front of the man on the throne. This fellow was dressed in even finer clothing, and his black hair was swept back and streaked with grey at the temples. He regarded Jacques with an intelligent, amused gaze.
?Capitan Leveque, welcome back to Paris once again, and congratulations on your victory in the channel. I hear it was one of your greatest to date.? He leaned forward on the throne with a slight grin on his face.
?I also heard that you were somewhat late on the road. Ran into some trouble, did you my boy? I hope no bandits waylaid you on the way here. How terrible that would be!? Jacques chuckled. He was fond of the King as well as loyal, but the old man had a strange sense of humour.
?No bandits, Mon liege. There were some... unforeseen circumstances, that slowed me down, but it was nothing that I could not manage in short order.? He replied in a low, confident voice that carried well in the cavernous chamber.
?And now here you are. Well, the day is cold, and this great ice cave is no place to be spending it, so let us get straight to the matter at hand. I believe before you left, you expressed an interest in sailing with some ships of the line for the New World? Hoping to see it for yourself?? At this, Jacques glanced up at the King, and his old devilish grin lit up his face.
?Actually, Mon Liege, I have a new destination for the Craquer in mind...?
He had been there a number of times before, but the sight of the great throne room of Henri-Quatre, Divine ruler of France, always took his breath away and replaced it with patriotic pride. His pirate-like rags done away with, a fresh deep blue doublet and gleaming steel cuirass in their place, he swept off his plumed hat and went to one knee in front of the man on the throne. This fellow was dressed in even finer clothing, and his black hair was swept back and streaked with grey at the temples. He regarded Jacques with an intelligent, amused gaze.
?Capitan Leveque, welcome back to Paris once again, and congratulations on your victory in the channel. I hear it was one of your greatest to date.? He leaned forward on the throne with a slight grin on his face.
?I also heard that you were somewhat late on the road. Ran into some trouble, did you my boy? I hope no bandits waylaid you on the way here. How terrible that would be!? Jacques chuckled. He was fond of the King as well as loyal, but the old man had a strange sense of humour.
?No bandits, Mon liege. There were some... unforeseen circumstances, that slowed me down, but it was nothing that I could not manage in short order.? He replied in a low, confident voice that carried well in the cavernous chamber.
?And now here you are. Well, the day is cold, and this great ice cave is no place to be spending it, so let us get straight to the matter at hand. I believe before you left, you expressed an interest in sailing with some ships of the line for the New World? Hoping to see it for yourself?? At this, Jacques glanced up at the King, and his old devilish grin lit up his face.
?Actually, Mon Liege, I have a new destination for the Craquer in mind...?
Jacques stood at the bowsprit of his Galleon as the bow lanced through the water far below, and enjoyed the fine sea spray on his face and the sun beating down on his neck. Leaning forward, he glanced down into blue waters even more beautiful than those of the Caribbean.
?Ah, now this truly is living!? He laughed to himself. Under his breath, he continued- ?If I am to live forever, this may well be the way I would choose to spend eternity.? At that moment he was brought out of his ruminations by the call from a mate up in the crow?s nest.
?Land ho!? The words sent a thrill through Jacques, both of excitement, and a little greed. He was a privateer after all. Within 20 minutes, the first sight of land could be seen from the deck as well, and Jacques scrutinised the red soil on the coast with interest.
?So this is it then. This is where I may win fortune and glory to keep me amused for my long years.? He muttered to himself. ?What was it that Scout called this land... ah, yes. Australia.?
?Ah, now this truly is living!? He laughed to himself. Under his breath, he continued- ?If I am to live forever, this may well be the way I would choose to spend eternity.? At that moment he was brought out of his ruminations by the call from a mate up in the crow?s nest.
?Land ho!? The words sent a thrill through Jacques, both of excitement, and a little greed. He was a privateer after all. Within 20 minutes, the first sight of land could be seen from the deck as well, and Jacques scrutinised the red soil on the coast with interest.
?So this is it then. This is where I may win fortune and glory to keep me amused for my long years.? He muttered to himself. ?What was it that Scout called this land... ah, yes. Australia.?
Jacques rode at a leisurely pace through the gardens of his fine estate. It was early in the morning, and a fine mist shrouded the great manor that he had built for himself near the harbour, as well as the ships bobbing in the sheltered cove. He could hear their bells chiming idly in the breeze, and the sound lulled him. Couleuvrine, stiff kneed and dull coated now, nibbled at the carefully cultivated grass on the expansive lawn that was made damp by the morning dew and spray from a large marble fountain as Jacques planned the day ahead, he had to inspect some of the most lucrative mines in his operation that had hit a lull in their production. At that moment, however, his stomach clenched and his sinuses began to burn, a sensation that he had only felt a small number of times throughout history, but one that he knew only too well. His eyes narrowed and he peered into the mist, looking for what he already knew to be there. He didn?t have long to wait, as a hulking figure materialised out of the mist, swaggering towards him. The man had long black hair, was dressed in a black leather jerkin and chainmail that didn?t fit with the custom of the time, either for nobles or peasants. An enormous, ugly scar stretched right across his throat, and his black eyes blazed with malice. A zweihander with a spiked handgrip hung loosely in his right hand.
?Good to see one of our own doing so well for himself.? The figure laughed, in a deep, rasping voice, as though he had had his vocal cords severely damaged at one point. ?Maybe I?ll see about taking a share of your riches, after I?ve taken your head of course.? Jacques gritted his teeth.
?I know you.? He hissed. ?You were the one who killed the Spaniard back in 1543! The barbarian spawn of the Kurgan tribe!? The Kurgan grinned, showing a mouthful of pointed teeth.
?The very same.? Jacques drew his gleaming rapier with a flourish and spurred Couleuvrine onwards.
?You?ll not defile this place as you did the highlands! Hya!? He and his loyal charger bore down on their enemy, but before Jacques could swing, the Kurgan sprang to one side, lashing out with his zweihander as he did so. The heavy blade tore through Couleuvrine?s right foreleg and deep into his flank, and would have taken Jacques? leg if he hadn?t whipped it from the stirrup in the nick of time. The noble horse crashed to the ground screaming and thrashing in agony, and Jacques was thrown clear. He immediately came to his feet, his eyes blazing.
?Good to see one of our own doing so well for himself.? The figure laughed, in a deep, rasping voice, as though he had had his vocal cords severely damaged at one point. ?Maybe I?ll see about taking a share of your riches, after I?ve taken your head of course.? Jacques gritted his teeth.
?I know you.? He hissed. ?You were the one who killed the Spaniard back in 1543! The barbarian spawn of the Kurgan tribe!? The Kurgan grinned, showing a mouthful of pointed teeth.
?The very same.? Jacques drew his gleaming rapier with a flourish and spurred Couleuvrine onwards.
?You?ll not defile this place as you did the highlands! Hya!? He and his loyal charger bore down on their enemy, but before Jacques could swing, the Kurgan sprang to one side, lashing out with his zweihander as he did so. The heavy blade tore through Couleuvrine?s right foreleg and deep into his flank, and would have taken Jacques? leg if he hadn?t whipped it from the stirrup in the nick of time. The noble horse crashed to the ground screaming and thrashing in agony, and Jacques was thrown clear. He immediately came to his feet, his eyes blazing.
?You?ll pay for that, bastarde abominable!? He spat. The Kurgan merely flourished his sword, opened his jaws and stuck his tongue out insultingly, trying to intimidate Jacques. The captain responded with a sudden lunge into range, sweeping his sword in a backhanded motion at his enemy?s throat. The Kurgan raised his sword and they met in a clash of metal and showering sparks. Deftly flicking his wide blade, he knocked the rapier aside and aimed a broad arc at Jacques, but he ducked it with ease and thrust his blade straight through the barbarian?s heart. The Kurgan stumbled back, gasping in pain, but rcovered quickly and parried yet another blow. Closing again and again, they traded strikes and chops, parries, feints and lunges, some maeuvres meant to trick or wound, others intended to kill. These lethal blows always sought the same target. It was clear that Jacques was the much faster, nimbler combatant, but the Kurgan was just as experienced and skilled with his weapon as Jacques was with his, and he was much stronger. This, combined with the weight of the zweihander, meant that Jacques found himself trying to duck, sidestep or leap back as often as actually trying to parry the heavy blade. Nonetheless, he darted in and out of the Kurgan?s reach with ease, avoiding the deadly steel beam and striking again and again. A flap of skin peeled away from the Kurgan?s cheek. A deep black hole lanced through his thigh. Another pierced his solar plexus. The big man was growing pale with rage and pain, and his swings were becoming more erratic every time.
As Jacques sprang back after delivering the stab to the lung, the Kurgan swung wildly at him. He missed cleanly and the zweihander went wide out to his right, leaving his chest and neck exposed. Jacques?s heart soared in triumph as he came down lightly on his back foot, just a few inches away from where Couleuvrine now lay still, his spreading blood staining the grass and his fur, before springing forward with his blade raised for the final decisive chop. As he brought it around, however, the Kurgan lashed out with his free left hand and seized his wrist before twisting it painfully. The rapier dropped from his fingers to the grass as the Kurgan headbutted him, making him see stars, before swinging him by the arm and hurling him into the side of the classically sculpted fountain, knocking the wind out of him. He shook his head to recover his vision and ignored the pain in his back as his eyes fixed on the rapier several feet away.
Before he could take a step however, the zweihander swung towards him in a horizontal arc and struck so hard that it?s blade bit deep into the marble. Jacques?s eyes bulged from their sockets.
The Kurgan chuckled throatily as he let go of the hilt, the blade lodged firmly enough in the rock that it would need several good tugs to pull it out. He watched as Jacques stood stiff, as though frozen in place. Then, as if in slow motion, his head lolled gradually to one side, before dropping loose with the wet slick of flesh coming unstuck from metal. A moment later, his knees buckled, and his body fell beside it. There was silence for a moment, then all hell broke loose. Thunder flashed from his decapitated stump and engulfed the Kurgan, who roared jubilantly. Couleuvrine?s body was hurled away across the lawn. The water in the fountain bubbled, and the fountain itself exploded in a shower of broken stonework and rubble. The zweihander flew through the air shortly before being seized on the fly by its owner, still roaring in triumph as lightning rippled across his body. Then, as quickly as it began, silence fell again. The Quickening was complete, and the Kurgan stared pitilessly down at the remains of the ship Captain who had once been a Crusader, who had visited another world, who had once been immortal.
?There can be only one.? He growled, then chuckled deeply and turned away, sauntering off into the mist of the dawn.
There can be only one.
Before he could take a step however, the zweihander swung towards him in a horizontal arc and struck so hard that it?s blade bit deep into the marble. Jacques?s eyes bulged from their sockets.
The Kurgan chuckled throatily as he let go of the hilt, the blade lodged firmly enough in the rock that it would need several good tugs to pull it out. He watched as Jacques stood stiff, as though frozen in place. Then, as if in slow motion, his head lolled gradually to one side, before dropping loose with the wet slick of flesh coming unstuck from metal. A moment later, his knees buckled, and his body fell beside it. There was silence for a moment, then all hell broke loose. Thunder flashed from his decapitated stump and engulfed the Kurgan, who roared jubilantly. Couleuvrine?s body was hurled away across the lawn. The water in the fountain bubbled, and the fountain itself exploded in a shower of broken stonework and rubble. The zweihander flew through the air shortly before being seized on the fly by its owner, still roaring in triumph as lightning rippled across his body. Then, as quickly as it began, silence fell again. The Quickening was complete, and the Kurgan stared pitilessly down at the remains of the ship Captain who had once been a Crusader, who had visited another world, who had once been immortal.
?There can be only one.? He growled, then chuckled deeply and turned away, sauntering off into the mist of the dawn.
There can be only one.
OoC: @Berk Damn, I was hoping that maybe hanging out with aliens and magicians would have taught him a way or two that would have saved him. Still, it was a good story, and you told it well Berk. May the frenchman live on in our hearts.
OoC @Outis: Not quite, it's in the forest some distance away from the ship.
Terra landed near Long Fang and reverted back to human form. "That's a nice sentiment and maybe, just maybe, it might even be sincere... But... expirience thaught me such promises can't be fulfilled." she replied, looking down at the ground.
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When Mitsuru escaped, Omega Terra pulled its arm back to its side. When ice covered Terra-2 she imediately conjured up a large fireball, shooting it at herself. When it collided with the ice, it exploded melting the ice, though Terra-2 recieved several burns. Hissing in pain, Omega Terra-2 flew up, the intense glare comming from the fireball that had been growing in the sky reflecting of off Omega's body. As she was flying up, Omega Terra avoided two of Odile's dark magic balls, though the last one hit her in the side, further wounding her. Flying up higher and higher, Omega Terra made a movement with her arms, as if she was trowing something. At that moment, the gargantuan fireball decended from the sky at a alarming rate. When it hit the ground, it exploded in a massive sea of flames that shallowed up much of the forest.
OoC: And that, was Omega Meteor [http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I3_Uc-njUSQ#t=6m44s]
Terra landed near Long Fang and reverted back to human form. "That's a nice sentiment and maybe, just maybe, it might even be sincere... But... expirience thaught me such promises can't be fulfilled." she replied, looking down at the ground.
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When Mitsuru escaped, Omega Terra pulled its arm back to its side. When ice covered Terra-2 she imediately conjured up a large fireball, shooting it at herself. When it collided with the ice, it exploded melting the ice, though Terra-2 recieved several burns. Hissing in pain, Omega Terra-2 flew up, the intense glare comming from the fireball that had been growing in the sky reflecting of off Omega's body. As she was flying up, Omega Terra avoided two of Odile's dark magic balls, though the last one hit her in the side, further wounding her. Flying up higher and higher, Omega Terra made a movement with her arms, as if she was trowing something. At that moment, the gargantuan fireball decended from the sky at a alarming rate. When it hit the ground, it exploded in a massive sea of flames that shallowed up much of the forest.
OoC: And that, was Omega Meteor [http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I3_Uc-njUSQ#t=6m44s]
Mitsuru barely had enough time to create a massive ice wall in front of her before the meteor hit. Even so, the blast tore through her shield and lacerated Mitsuru with flame. She fell to the ground and twitched. She made no sounds but the look on her face was one of absolute pain and torture.
OoC: @Berk, nicely done, you finished Jacques story well
@Mitsuru, damn your huge weakness to fire
OoC: @Berk, nicely done, you finished Jacques story well
@Mitsuru, damn your huge weakness to fire