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Post by Matron-Adena on Dec 29, 2010 13:30:51 GMT -5
Gust of lovely gust, blew a whirlwind of fascinating sand. In the world she came from the material the sand was made of was known as a precious black stone called: Jet. If she bottled a little bit of this desert and traveled to her own realm before it was destroyed she could make a nice profit off of it, yet here it was valueless and plentiful.
Where she walked now was actually twenty feet over the ruins of Helio, one of the latest cities to fall to the Dune Sea. It's been fifty years since, and not a soul has tried to dig up its grave. Out in these parts came the scavengers whom lived plentiful within the caves and on the rock surfaces. Amongst the caves came the people known as the Sand Fiends. They wrapped themselves head to toe in leather gear, and would track targets for days to steal their riches and water. Adena had both.
Her senses were well aware that they tracked her, but they were hesitant as any would be when watching a female waltz alone through a desert of savages. It didn't help that her wings were out and folded against her body, given that they were purely skeletal and served no purpose other than to show her fallen status. While Adena thought of removing them, they proven to me more useful in bartering and threatening targets. Or simply to scare away people she didn't want around.
They hadn't become burdensome for the simple fact that she never used them before so she was used to having them around and used to tucking when she walked through smaller areas. Then Adena heard the sharp whistle and knew they were on to attack her. She simply looked over her shoulder casting a gaze at the advancing Sand Fiends and pulled her sword free while the Umbra still lay dormant at her side as if it was a useless artifact.
The sword in her hand was the same one she had used for years, given to her by Lucifer in her own realm, it harnessed the ability to channel holy and dark energies respectfully. The sword looked normal enough until she fueled it with the dark energies, the blade extended another foot making it around four in a half foot in length, the hand guard wrap backwards protecting her knuckles, and the grip lengthened to give it more balance from the new weight and length of the sword.
In a dance like motion she twisted her body along with the blade and slashed it forward throwing off a energized slash which caught the first of t he Fiends at their torso and bisected them. She met her next adversaries face to face locking blades with the first then sliding her blade free to catch the second in the neck. She tugged the sword free and blindly twisted backwards catching the first one she had met in melee in the gut spewing his entrails across the sand.
Along came her final touch, the last amongst the raiding party forced itself on her all at once. Four in total flayed by her aura as she released it in a burst avoiding letting off too much energy. Their skin peeled off their bodies and their veins collapsed. The bodies themselves were sliced and fell apart with just the simple burst of the aura.
Adena sheathed her blade knowing she was still being watched. Fallon Square was only another few miles, she was sure to be faced again before reaching it.
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Post by The-Spokesman-of-Insanity on Dec 29, 2010 17:55:48 GMT -5
First came the warning shot. Then came the kill shot. Both of which missed the target due to his poor aiming, done intentionally though. He had been following her since she left the Abyss camp in the City of the Dead. Taking a glimpse of what happened back then...
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Patrick walked alongside him, he still wearing the black straight jacket that donned the random graffiti of the Damned across the entire thing working as a power seal. They first met up with the Ajerians where Patrick negotiated with them his release within the city. Which Cyris agreed to happily. Patrick unbuckled the first of the straps.
"Do you think it is a good idea to release me with no supervision?" Asked the Spokesman of Insanity. Which Patrick smugly replied, "It's never a good idea to release you. But at this point I couldn't care less. Have fun." Patrick pulled the last strap and released him from the bindings of the Jacket, "Very well then. I will invoke this fun upon my enemies."
And so he did. Released into the area he slaughtered his way to the camps of the Abyss and followed Adena out of the area. He used his familiars to continue to follow her far into the deserts toward Fallon Square, and so he would face her, the woman of deception. And she, would face him for the third time of her life, perhaps not the same Spokesman of Insanity she faced in her world, but one much more vicious.
He snarled at her, "You smell delightful, like fresh corpses in the morgue."
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Post by Matron-Adena on Dec 29, 2010 18:03:45 GMT -5
Conflict so soon, she had at least figured she would make it to the edge of the city before another battle. She examined the hazed dune sea to see whom fired the gun off to see the large silhouette of a man dressed in a straight jacket. As he came closer his features cleared up more to her and she simply smiled. "You smell delightful, like fresh corpses in the morgue." “The infamous No Life King, speaks to me as if he already doesn’t smell like such. Sweat and blood, and decay is all you reek of.
“Though, I am puzzled, how is it you walk freely after I put you in a grave? Or is it that you are different than the Alucard of my world?” She monitored his facial expression noticing the change from inanity to curiosity(approved power play), “Yes, I see it now, you’re different. I can see it within your eyes, pure Insanity.”
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Post by The-Spokesman-of-Insanity on Dec 29, 2010 18:07:53 GMT -5
At an instant he spread his lips with a very sharpy toothy smile, "I see, so it is true then, that there are more realms. Here I thought there stood only two parallel realities. Mine, and this one," raising his silver gun and materializing the black one in his other palm he threatened her with a barrage of hail fire.
"You claim to have killed me, yet it is an obvious bluff, none can usurp the fallen King. Where stood Arix, when the Keeper felled him, I adorned the role of savior. And where stood Arix when thine Inane being ripped him in two? I survived the day to finish his Abyss clean up. You seem to have me mistaken, or possibly you too are insane."
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Post by Matron-Adena on Dec 29, 2010 18:18:38 GMT -5
Adena’s grip of her blade loosened, “Perhaps, but you will understand, I am sure.” She let go of the hilt of the blade letting it stay at rest upon her hip. And reached within her robes and slowly unveiled the 15mm weapon, golden by design, engraved on the side of said weapon: ‘Jenova.’ “15mm weapon, designed by dismantling both the .454 Casull, and the 13mm Jackal weapon. Reassembled magically, the only way to create such a weapon is through the dark magic of one such vampire.
“The Count and No Life King, Vlad Tepes Dracula, aka Alucard,” she smirked slightly, “How could I of obtained such a weapon? I broke you apart, limb from limb, and cut your throat with my blade. And now, Alucard, I present to you, Jenova.”
Adena lowered the weapon to point at Alucard and fired. The sound could be heard in Fallon Square as if a missile had exploded. The sand all the way to Alucard traced a path. The bullet, was fused with her energies, already donning the explosive core and the familiars that were trapped within the weapon itself.
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Post by The-Spokesman-of-Insanity on Dec 29, 2010 18:29:19 GMT -5
The smile on his face was taken off by the bullet, his head was missing, his arms hit the ground, a gaping hole in his body spewed blood into the air. Wasting no time though his body reformed and he unloaded bullet for bullet at Adena taking steps to his left. "Taunt me as you wish, but you'll get none the wiser by using weapons crafted by my magics.
"Eternity is wasted upon the likes of you!"
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Post by Matron-Adena on Dec 29, 2010 18:32:49 GMT -5
Viewing the flight path of each bullet she fired upon them decimating each bullet with ease. “Stop with your cliché lines Alucard, I’ve heard them all before. Too much talk.” She fired on him once again with the full might of the weapon, to keep herself from falling she used her wings for support lodging her in place as she pulled the trigger.
The second high powered bullet that exited the chamber was aimed for his heart, and she knew all too well that with each impact of the weapon he would grow weaker from the poisoning of her energy and the silver nitrate within the bullets.
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Post by The-Spokesman-of-Insanity on Dec 29, 2010 18:43:24 GMT -5
He rotated around the shot it only catching his arm and blowing it to pieces. But like the being he was it reformed and his gun was recrafted within his palm. "It's within your grasp to simply tell me to shut up, and here I am, unsilenced wench!" His body suddenly seemed to burst with familiars surrounding the area absorbed by the dark sand.
The .454 erupt in a similar manor to the Jenova, yet very scaled back in its firepower, the Jackal too fired encased with his familiar energy. Both bullets were aimed for Adena's torso. But at once following the bullets came the gripping hands from the dark sand of his familiars grabbing at Adena's legs.
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Post by Matron-Adena on Dec 29, 2010 18:46:56 GMT -5
And so she did try to move. And found it incredibly hard as the blackened hands grabbed her legs. But instinctively her wings came around her, one bullet, the .454 cracked the bone, the 13mm bullet shattered the other length. Her free hand reach out and a shining scale formed in her hand, she wrapped her fingers around the chains to it and it resonated out holy energy pushing the familiars at bay.
"Tsk tsk," the Jenova fired once again without any special energy behind it at this point. She had done enough damage with her own aura against him, using the silver nitrate bullets would be enough. And she didn't wish to tax the gun anymore than she had with the power that had to be constantly forced from the barrel of the weapon.
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Post by The-Spokesman-of-Insanity on Dec 29, 2010 18:57:18 GMT -5
The familiars burst from the ground taking the bullet in full force and stopping it dead in its tracks, "I must say, I'm ashamed of myself to of created such a weak weapon." he snickered, "I now understand how you could of killed me in the realm which you came from. Weakness and the worst craftsmanship of a weapon. It doesn't help that you wield it and try to transfer your energy within a bullet that's already fueled by my familiars. I have seen it all now.
"I've allowed the last two bullets to hit me on purpose. I'm sure you believe you're weakening me, but you don't understand how my magic works. The familiars are apart of me. As that bullet touches my blood I absorb the familiars encased within it. I see what happened to your realm now, I understand your power. And I understand that weapon is useless against me. Likewise, it gives me more energy every time you shoot me with it. Go figure."
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Post by Matron-Adena on Dec 29, 2010 19:03:19 GMT -5
The fact that he didn't reataliate didn't come as a surprise, it was his time to taunt her. "Hmm," she looked at the weapon now after he explain it all, "I see. No matter." She ejected the clip from the weapon and the artifact in her left hand suddenly molded under her power it created a new clip for the weapon.
She loaded it in and gave him a smile, "A fresh clip of holy firepower blessed not from a church, not from a judas priest, but from the very god that created my realm. Your black magic is indeed intruging, and I've thought this over as an experiment. But what do you have to show? More taunts?"
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Post by The-Spokesman-of-Insanity on Dec 29, 2010 19:09:13 GMT -5
"What do I have to show?" his smile couldn't get any wider than it was now. Both of his weapons dropped from his hands and familiar hands came from the ground grasping them, the dark hands raised from the ground grasping at the straight jacket ripping it from his body completely. His familiars grasped at his face and body and pulled him under the sand.
And a cross raised from the ground where he fell, fire spewing over it. The sounds of millions of people crying out for forgiveness, steaks all around her, the dark sky cracked lightning across it. A faint whisper came to her, "The bear flew over the ocean, to see what he could see..."
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Post by Matron-Adena on Dec 29, 2010 19:15:54 GMT -5
Yes this was new, but she expected random encounters with Alucard. Just perhaps not on this level of insane. Now that she had a freehand once again she pulled the Anubis blade from her side. The blade that served as the first pharos weapon. It entitled the creation of the pyramids by the slaved angels that were captured at the time. Lucifer had his hand in the whole ordeal.
“Show me what true power you have No Life Bastard,” her aura suddenly erupt from her body daring him to step into it so she could flay him with her mental abilities and physical abilities. She dared him to reform before her so she could blow a hole in him with the weapon of his creation.
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Post by The-Spokesman-of-Insanity on Dec 29, 2010 19:34:47 GMT -5
The sand erupt around her familiars of ever caliber, demons, humans, and some species that didn't even exist anymore came at her from every angle. Alucard himself had somewhat reformed, his eyes gleamed through the darkness of his familiars cutting her down with a gaze from the depths of hell itself.
"By the decree of the Cromwell seal, and the bindings the Damned have placed on me, I move to be unbound. And release beyond the effect of Vlad Tepes Dracula. The darkness of which I found in the realms of Hell and absorbed their voices so." The bullets of the Jenova suddenly exploded from her discarded clip he absorbed the familiars within the clip itself, "and now, I have absorbed part of myself in your realm. I am the most complete and indestructible being you will face within this realm. And I shall bathe with your blood when I'm done maiming your body."
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Post by Matron-Adena on Dec 30, 2010 12:28:53 GMT -5
"Come on Alucard!" And so the sand around her rose up, for what she mistook as sand were actually familiars at all angles. Her wings extended and pushed off the ground, her knee's bent and she rose into the air her Aura intensified shredding the ones closest to her as she landed back a few feet. The Jenova roared to life at the familiars one by one dropping them with holy bullets.
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