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Sept 26, 2006 19:44:38 GMT -5
Post by Sakabatou on Sept 26, 2006 19:44:38 GMT -5
Standing up to the same height as the arrogant-sounding man beside her, Elieana glared fiercely and shoved a pointed finger mere centimeters from his face.
“Now look here, mister high-and-mighty—I don’t know who you are, and I don’t really care. You seem to think you’re pretty important here—which, judging by the lovely décor, is some kind of Hell—but I don’t really give a damn. Hell or no, I’ll do what I like, and if you don’t drop the tone, introduce yourself first, and give me a damned good reason to help any friend of a brute like you, I don’t see any reason to listen. Otherwise, you can try to chase me all you want.” She nearly spat in his face with the emphasis on the word “try.”
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Sept 27, 2006 13:39:57 GMT -5
Post by Trunks on Sept 27, 2006 13:39:57 GMT -5
Trunks immediatly reached up and took the wrist of the girl and twisted her arm until he was sure she was quite unconfortable but still able to look at him. With his free hand he wiped the spit away from his face.
"First of all, the name's Trunks and just to let you know I am kind of important down here. See all of those people... yeah that's my responsibility. Now I don't know the full extent of your powers and you very well may be able to escape from down here but just because you escape doesn't mean that I can't make the rest of eternity seem just like being down here. Now I'm giving you this oppertunity to get out of here with no hassle what so ever. Usually there are some kind of tests or trials. What I'm going to do is give you stairs up to the surface. All I want in return is you to heal my friend that's...."
The sayian stopped and looked to the up and right as he stared off into space for a couple of seconds.
"The shits hit the fan and it looks like a friend of yours is involved too. Listen! Two options stay here or help?"
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Sept 27, 2006 20:56:58 GMT -5
Post by Dota on Sept 27, 2006 20:56:58 GMT -5
Omega had been focused on Ouji and had thus missed the wonderful course of action Blu had taken. If she had seen it, she would have become a much more easy target, standing there in a certain state of shock. But as things played out, Omega never saw the newcomer launched like some great football pass. Instead, in a more boring scenario, Omega would simply think the girl had leapt at her on her own accord. That being said, we return to the moment when Blu took action.
Though his actions swift, Omega still recognized the approach of the mage in a flow of time unknown to mortals (as for her attackers, they proved to be above mortal expectation). At the same time, a twinge of awareness arose of a second being approaching from the air. The instinct to spin and meet these forces went into play before the entire idea of who was approaching, what they wielded, if she was their definite target and so-forth entirely computed. As she spun, her left foot the pivot-point, Omega tore the piece of wood that had been pinning the saiyan free as an improvised weapon. Never letting the force of her spin die, Omega dropped low to the ground. With a snap of her right leg, she swept a half circle with the intent of taking out Blu’s footing from under him. Even if her reach fell short, she still wanted to keep him from having an easy path to her.
She didn’t waste too much effort on the sweep, leaving the speed to outweigh the accuracy and strength – Omega still had the airborne female and for the moment she didn’t care to clash with her with Blu still near and Ouji now free (though he may have been unconscious, she still knew much better than to ignore him). Omega had completed a full circle in her drop and sweep. The first half had been the sweep itself, the remainder brought her closer to being upright. With the spin, Omega hurled the wooden spear head-on towards the flying woman. The only problem now was clearing some distance. While the rotation to the left had aided Omega offensively, she now had no real option in movement. To fall back from the force of throwing the spear would send her tripping over Ouji. She didn’t care to dive under the warrior faced with an impaling and Blu blocked the rest of her “easy” exits. She’d considered her options during the panorama her attack offered, but found ultimately that she’d have to wait for a better option amidst the chaos.
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Sept 27, 2006 21:15:46 GMT -5
Post by Sakabatou on Sept 27, 2006 21:15:46 GMT -5
Blu was stopped short in his swing, though because of his opponent's rush, he was able to narrowly avoid the attack.
Stumbling slightly backward, Blu's mind analyzed the battle at its normal breakneck pace. Even as Dota's arm began to move, Blu had realized she meant to throw her pilfered weapon at Ariadelle, and he acted in the only way he could. He threw his katana at her too.
Just before the wooden spear impaled his friend, the katana met it, and both weapons careened out of range of the Ecliptian. Continuing to take advantage of his close proximity to the opponent, Blu made a move out of pure desperation--he jumped at the winged woman in a tackling headbutt. It would move them both out of range of Ariadelle's strike if it connected, but hopefully she would be there to help soon. Blu had a feeling he was going to need it.
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Sept 27, 2006 21:27:22 GMT -5
Post by Sakabatou on Sept 27, 2006 21:27:22 GMT -5
Taking her free hand, Elieana grasped the wrist that held her arm, digging her fingernails pointedly into the tendons and removing the offending arm.
"Okay, Trunks, let's make one thing clear. I just met you, and I already don't like you. Now I could leave this worthless place by my own volition, whether you want me to or not. However, I can see that having you chasing me around for the rest of my life would be a whole lot more annoying than eternal damnation, so for my own sake and curiosity, I'll at least listen to your request. Start talking--politely.
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Sept 28, 2006 16:15:29 GMT -5
Post by Trunks on Sept 28, 2006 16:15:29 GMT -5
Trunks rubbed his wrist where her fingernails were. He glared back at the girl but then his face lightened up.
"Listen, my friend Ouji is up there and in really bad shape. Plus it looks like a huge battle is about to go down. Heal him not only for me but for the rest of the world because we're going to need all the help we can get."
The saiyan prince crossed his arms in his normal fashion waiting for a response.
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Sept 28, 2006 17:04:32 GMT -5
Post by Banette on Sept 28, 2006 17:04:32 GMT -5
Thankful that Blu had saved her from the thrown weapon, Ariadelle dropped to the ground. Despite her boots taking the majority of the shock, however, the force of the impact knocked her weapon out of her hand and sent it skittering several feet away.
Cursing under her breath, she glanced at the woman who had thrown the wooden spear at her, and scrawled a simple marking onto the ground.
"A spear for a spear, lady!"
Slamming her palm forcefully onto the mark, a slim pillar of earth rose from where she had drawn her rune. The Runic Knight pulled it free, then dashed to quickly retrieve her sword.
While she was running, she threw her makeshift spear at Omega, praying it would hit.
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Sept 29, 2006 13:19:00 GMT -5
Post by Dota on Sept 29, 2006 13:19:00 GMT -5
Another extended period of contact (where extended is relevant to the speed of the current situation) gave Blu the friendly reminder of the nature of his opponents body. His tackle gave him a full embrace of the tundra encased in a feminine figure. She had missed her chance of evasion, and rewarded the mage for his successful efforts by sending a strong pulse of bitter-cold temperatures to pierce any flesh he might have come in contact with. Even her fabric felt the heat flee from it. While Dota’s normal state left her skin chilled without effort, the result of a deliberate surge could be painful. The amount of effort she’d placed at the moment was enough to perhaps frost over the top layer of one’s skin and then some (though it would definitely take some time). It did hint at the potential to dig deeper if she was not granted some space.
The drop in temperature occurred during the drop to the ground, for Omega did not resist. She had hoped to foil any thoughts Blu might have had about pinning her -- it was an arrogant gamble revolving around her assumptions of his power. She grabbed his arms, her nails adding to any sting that may have been present. With any luck, she could throw him off in the direction over her head.
There was, of course, the spear. Omega, being on the ground, hoped that it wouldn’t change course for she was in the clear beneath its path. Blu…he might have been okay if she’d spared the room for him. But she wasn’t about to share – she left him to take care of his own problems.
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Sept 29, 2006 21:30:11 GMT -5
Post by Sakabatou on Sept 29, 2006 21:30:11 GMT -5
It hadn’t been more than an hour since the last time he had come into contact with her, but Blu had managed to forget just how bloody cold this girl was. Maybe he would have to forget about asking her out later (assuming they both survived)—somehow he just couldn’t imagine some things working very well under such conditions.
Well, one thing was for sure—he wasn’t holding on to her. His kanji to protect against the cold had worn off a while ago, and he certainly didn’t have the leisure to rewrite them.
As he was released in an over-the-head flip, Blu was in the air, back to the ground. It was at this point he noticed the small detail of a meter-long earthen spike flying alongside him, mere centimeters above him. Knowing it would be rude not to greet his fellow passenger through the air, he grasped it tightly in the second between Dota throwing him and his feet hitting the ground. His head was at its base, the tip pointed at his feet.
The momentum of the throw, combined with the spike’s velocity, stood him straight upward as his feet touched ground. Straining against his own inertia, Blu immediately bent backward again, raising his arms above his head and bending at the elbows so his hands extended behind his back. The spike would impale into the ground behind him and, hopefully, into Omega as well. Perhaps three or four seconds had passed since she originally threw him, and he could not tell if she was still even there, as he was facing away. However, whether he scored a hit or not, he intended to use the spike as a vaulting pole, continuing his backward fall into a backflip off of the spike in order to avoid being caught in a difficult bent-backward position.
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Sept 29, 2006 21:38:23 GMT -5
Post by Sakabatou on Sept 29, 2006 21:38:23 GMT -5
Elieana released her grip as the man’s tone lightened. “That’s better—somewhat.”
Probing for the plants or animals which could speak to her of events around them, the alchemist found that she could feel nothing. So much for Hell just being underground—this was definitely extraplanar. Which meant that her alchemy was near-powerless down here. That alone was a good enough reason to leave.
Trunks had also mentioned her friend, though she hadn’t known any of the other combatants during the battle. Had Ariadelle finally arrived? There was no question at this point—rude or not, she had to at least put up the pretense of cooperating with Trunks.
“Alright, I’ll at least see what you want before I say no. Lead the way, Mr. Important.”
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