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Post by Deleted on Nov 2, 2014 4:04:53 GMT
A girl with medium length pink hair walked around with a mad eyes, she had recently saw blood on a tree causing a drastic transformation. She loved the color red, especially that of a recent murder. The girl wore a black dress, one that she strongly loath, it needed the color red in it, the whole green forest needed more color red in it.
It was night, full moon, summer cool temperatures from a southern hot island. A perfectly place to rest on the beach, enjoying the nice starry sky. This forest however was not the best place to rest, in fact it had murderous attack coconut, and someone... Something... Killing villagers around, nobody know the reason, but it had drawn this little lover of the color red out. She found a tree with a splooch, sticking her finger in the red splooch. Gracefully she slid the finger down, covering it in the red stuff, then carefully placing it in her mouth... Tasting the sweet taste of iron within the red splooch, the sweet taste of a monster, something more within the forest. It made her whole body quiver at the excitement of meeting the red dying beat.
She ventured further, holding a stolen sword in her hand. She loved swords, especially heavy strong touch swords, a wielder in her past world of these things. Something taught at a young age to do, something taught to enjoy. She knew nothing of her sisters within her, especially the one who can take over at any time, at will. If she knew, she might just have killed herself, why give power to another? Why share this power of feeling alive to another? She is of the most powerful, the one who will enjoy life of this incredible power.
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24 years old
22 posts
Single
Serial Killer / Sad Loser
Played by
x727x
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Post by Jack Milliner on Nov 2, 2014 16:53:04 GMT
The Lynx smiled. This was too easy. It was only a simple magic trick that lured the old man into the forest. A flick of the wrist, a burst of flames, and a white dove where all that it took to pique the old man's curiosity enough to venture alone in the forest with only a short sword. Alone! It took all of The Lynx's willpower to not burst out laughing at the man's (lets call him Idiot) stupidity, he didn't want Idiot to know that he was being followed just yet. Because this time, Lynx had a goal in mind, he needed information, he needed to know where he was, and most importantly how best to murder the locals in mass. The past few days had been filled with fun and killings, but now it was time to do something big.
They were now far enough into the forest for any of Idiot's screams to be heard by locals. Lynx burst out into Laughter, and the birds that seemed constantly follow him burst into song. Terrorizing Idiot would be fun. Lynx dropped himself from the tree that he had hidden himself in and turned to Idiot.
"Whhhhyyy hello their!" Lynx belted out."what is someone like you doing in such a dark forest as this?"
Idiot's face turned to one of shock and horror as he saw the Lynx standing their, but he never got a chance to answer him because of all the things that either The Lynx or Idiot expected, what happened next wasn't one of them. A coconut of all things, leaped out from the bushes and attacked Idiot, the poor man didn't stand a chance as the little monster devoured him. The Lynx absolutely loved it when something unexpected happens, and so he giggled as he watched the spectacle.
When the coconut finished with the now dead Idiot it turned to The Lynx with a hungry and murderous glare, one that The Lynx often wore himself.
"Ooo-hoo-hoo-hoo, like what you see?" The Lynx said as he retrieved his favorite weapon, an average household hammer. As If to say yes, the Coconut lunged at him. As The Lynx fought the surprisingly formidable foe off, he thought about just how much noise the beast was making and if anyone would actually hear it.
The beast bit into his arm, a lucky blow, but it would be it's downfall as Lynx plunged his hammer into the top of the coconut, effectively splitting the monster in two. It was then when he heard another noise, was their another coconut? The Lynx took off in the direction of the noise looking for trouble, but when he found the cause of the noise, he didn't see a coconut, but instead he found a girl with pink hair, watching him, and The Lynx took one look into her eyes and saw madness, he took one look into her eyes and saw beauty. The Lynx slicked back his hair, walked forward, and said "why hello their darling!"
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Post by Deleted on Nov 3, 2014 4:11:14 GMT
She felt her heart pound as the fury of the night filled her, a large sound sounded again and again. She felt something swirl up in her, a sort of joy, a power, a drive. She began to ran toward the noise, her heart pounding at the idea of a fun game. Her black dress ripping on the bottom. The sounds eventually ended, but it was there, the noise maker... She could feel it, something within her knew it... A beast releasing blood on the trees would not fall down so easily, especially this increase, this predator of specialty.
She came up to the tree, a large tree, a misstep caused a stick to break. Coming to a complete stop, she stood there on a large root, to see a man before her. One mirroring her almost, one covered in multi of colors. All except, the one she searched for, the color of green. Her eyes spotted the red scarf, such beauty, she felt the need to touch such a thing. He grew coy on her, she rather disliked that, such a male bringing down her prey. Such a beast lurking within this forest that brought her body to tingle. Such madness within his eyes, those blasted eyes, one such madness... Pulling her in, drove her madder than such madness she truly knew.
She pulled her sword up, he heart pounding, she had no words to his. She felt her strength growing, her madness growing to match his, the blood flowing, the heart pounding. The morning will flow a beautiful color, the night will sing of glory. The creatures that stalked him, seem to only help the night of murderers. She ran toward him, her sword raised, little expecting his actions.
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24 years old
22 posts
Single
Serial Killer / Sad Loser
Played by
x727x
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Post by Jack Milliner on Nov 3, 2014 5:10:30 GMT
As the girl ran towards him, The Lynx chuckled, this was the exact reaction that he was hoping for. An angry person was always easier to manipulate. And this girl was officially perfect, She was beautiful, she was mad (not as mad as The Lynx was, but he knew that could be fixed), and she was easily provoked and as such, easily manipulated. The only thing that the Lynx was disappointed in was the fact that she wielded a sword. Swords were such boring and mundane weapons, but Lynx could look past that. Because what The Lynx truly wanted was someone that he could like, someone that he could drag down to his level and laugh along side as they murdered as many as they could in the name of fun and blood.
The Lynx pulled himself out of his thoughts for a moment to examine the girl who was running at him, she certainly had a beautiful figure, but The Lynx wouldn't let that distract him from the task at hand. Getting her to follow him on his murderous quest.
He decided upon one of his favorite magic tricks to accomplish his next task. All it took was a knife, an egg, some rope ,a burst of fire, and a well placed cartwheel to escape her view. Too easy. The Lynx than presented himself to the girl high up on a branch. He had a wine glass filled to the brim in his hand, and his 2 cockatoos were perched on his shoulders (he still hadn't bothered to name them, maybe this girl could help him with that)
"Ah-ah-ah-ah" The Lynx said, drawing out the last ah. "Why so eager for a fight darling? It it because of the eyes?" he said in an innocent tone "Do they... scare you? "
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Post by Deleted on Nov 3, 2014 5:26:30 GMT
He suddenly vanished, he was doing something, she understood not what... Just he suddenly vanished, the woman with the sword looked for him. That was when a voice from above sounded, almost in a mockery, forcing her to look up on a high up branch. He held a wine glass filled with who knows what, two things perched on him. Than with a mockery asked why she was eager to battle, tempted her by stating her fear.
A grin crossed her face, she slammed her sword down in the dirt below. "I have no fear for the likes of you." It seemed as if piece of the madness shed away, as his taunts seemed to have touched a nerve. She looked the tree up and down as if trying to figure out how to climb it, only she had held no specialty for this, she decided to take another course of action. "Do you fear me? Fleeing up a tree like a mouse? Come fight me coward!" she shouted the last part, fists clenched, as bloodthirsty seemed to fill the madness. As if something about cowardliness on his part, only brought on more rage to the heart.
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24 years old
22 posts
Single
Serial Killer / Sad Loser
Played by
x727x
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Post by Jack Milliner on Nov 3, 2014 6:20:38 GMT
Do you fear me? Fleeing up a tree like a mouse? Come fight me coward!
A long silence followed, The Lynx just looked at the girl, his grin growing with each passing second. He took a long draught of his specially mixed wine (the secret ingredient making it indefinitely better than normal red wine), and then he started to speak, their was no humor in his voice. "Darling, their are two kinds of people in this world, plotters, and runners. Runners, run into things with little or no thought. Runners don't have strong beliefs, they just... Do things, and generally with a frown on their face." The Lynx paused to take another draught of wine. "The Plotters however, get the most out of life, they can use their schemes to have fun and, if they so choose, to cause chaos with a smile on their face." with surprising speed and skill The Lynx descended the tree. "So, right now, you have two options, you can run at me with that sword and an angry frown on your face, or you could stand by my side as we teach this whole damn island to know that the two of us are on the prowl, ready to kill every last one of these fools who live here, all with a smile on our faces! It's your choice."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 3, 2014 6:30:30 GMT
This man, so cocky, as if he owns her. She hated this, she was stronger, faster better! He quickly descended the tree, faster than her eyes to follow, then offered a hand to his game. A hand she missed, a hand she missed understood. It merely made her more agitated with rage, though at same time prideful at his drop of cowardice. She wanted to fight so badly, if she had a tail she would have been wagging it with excitement of battling and ending the life of this annoying thing talking to her.
Shadows of the forest began to pull and wrap around her skin, leaving sort a "V" tattoo design. This sort of shadow technique caused her speed and strength to increase, the sort of skill to cut a tree. She forgot all about her favorite choice of weapon, just went straight for a punch on the guy's face. Not really realizing he was two steps ahead of her, speed and power meant nothing, when an opponent knew your movements before you did.
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24 years old
22 posts
Single
Serial Killer / Sad Loser
Played by
x727x
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Post by Jack Milliner on Nov 4, 2014 2:42:32 GMT
The Lynx knew that he had been edging the line between manipulating this girl, and just plain aggravating her. But in his defense, getting her to agree with his plans without a fight sounded like a boring idea. From the hidden pockets in his sleeves (he had to stitch those in himself) The Lynx pulled out two wicked looking and long knives (a close second to his hammer). Lynx could tell exactly what the girl was about to do, he could see by her body language, her eye movement, and the way that she was running, It was clear that she would start with a slash to his gut. He would dodge it in a way that would make it seem that his head was vulnerable, she would obviously preform an upper-cut towards his chest.
So, when she tried to punch him in the face he almost blanked, almost, he dodged the first blow, and then the second blow, and the third, and the tenth. By now he was laughing (she had given up the boring sword, he liked that) he finally saw her stumble, now was his chance, he jumped at her with his knifes and pupils that were dilated to pin-pricks.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 4, 2014 3:03:13 GMT
He pulled out two hidden daggers, such cowardice and humility. How dare he do such a thing, more rage filled her. She became even more careless than before, putting more power into her strikes, losing balance more. Most importantly giving the beast before her a chance to strike, strike he did... His bites were like a dance slicing at the right places, held just the right amount of power, to leave her in pain and alive.
Once free from the slithering biting dance she jumped back several paces, breath heaving, as the pain stung as if venom on its own. She looked at the snake before her, more hate filled her, she hated him more than anything. She ignored the pains, then with a roar of anger, picked up the sword and charged at him. Her complete aim slicing to cut his whole body in half, her whole body quivering from this anger. Only right before the strike, she raised the sword for a final swing. Exhaustion and pain took over, the sword dropped from her hands stabbing the earth, her body falling to its knees. He whole body quivering from the anger, her heartbeat wishing to continue, eyes burning of a flaming rage. This rage causing her to grit her teeth in frustration at her loss.
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24 years old
22 posts
Single
Serial Killer / Sad Loser
Played by
x727x
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Post by Jack Milliner on Nov 4, 2014 3:34:40 GMT
The Lynx pouted. "Aww, is our little game over so soon? For a second, the Lynx's face turned into one of compassion (he was always a good actor) He got right up into her personal space and examined her wounds with a tender care that was unlike him. (make that a great actor).
"You know what I think?" Lynx said with a low voice "I think a little spiked wine" he summoned a wine glass filled with what looked like red wine "can cure any pain, physical or emotinal" he offered her the glass as his still mad eyes seemed to stare into her soul. A dark contrast from the tender face that Lynx wore
"So, can we forget this little quarrel that we've had?"
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16 years old
17 posts
Single
Rebel God
Played by
LightTogekiss
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Post by Justice of the Rebellion on Nov 4, 2014 3:41:49 GMT
TAGS: Closed, @gingerfrost2 and Jack MillinerWORDS: ehh NOTES: short note Justice plods along slowly through the forest. It's almost eerie, how little Justice cares about where he is. His newfound abilities scared him. The way he so easily told someone to do something; the way they did it without question. At first, Justice had laughed, it was hilarious that he'd received the power he'd always needed, and only after the time when he needed it.
If only..he thinks as he walks. If only I'd been able to use this..on Cam.. he thinks somberly. He thinks of how easy everything could have been, if all his rebellion had needed in the first place was an order, and then it was all over. But, that would have made everything too easy, really. Justice never would have learned true compassion had he not seen the state of the people in that prison. Still, Justice wished he hadn't had to exile his own sister, even if she did try to kill him.
He walks, his mind a haze as he thinks over the things that have happened. The things that have led him to where he is now. He thinks about the other "parts" of him, if that's what you want to call them. He thinks about how much it hurts, right now, as he tries to fight each of them back. He's not complaining, but he surely doesn't enjoy feeling like a rubber balloon, being tugged in every direction by different parts of him.
Along with everything else, Justice doesn't even know what he's doing here. There's not really any cause for him to rally for, or against. He can't be the rebel he'd supposedly been called to be if there was nothing to rebel against. But, even so, why was he a god? Was there really no purpose to his existence anymore? He didn't know, but he was getting a bit wary of his own presence in this world which had obviously no intentions of explaining why it had allowed him to live.
Justice finally stops thinking so deeply as he realizes he isn't alone in the forest. He looks ahead, and there are two figures, one, a girl, the other, a man. Oh how interesting..other people, finally. he thinks, having grown slightly irritated at being alone in the dark forest for so long. He almost smiled at their presence.
As he approaches the pair, he realizes that moments ago, they must have been in the throws of battle, considering their appearance and their tone of voice. I hope nothing's wrong..He thinks as he makes his way toward them, finally only about ten steps away from them.
He looks at them with his purple eyes, almost void of emotion before his eyes fill with what may or may not be false enthusiasm. "Why, hello there, you two. It's a pleasure to finally meet someone on the---" He stops. He looks at the girl. That's..Odette! What the-- how is she here too?! he thinks as his mind tries to grasp for answers. could..could this be..an afterlife of sorts for our universe? No..it couldn't be. I definitely don't sense the presence of Lord Dialga or Lord Palkia anymore. This is a different world, under different pretenses and different rules..but then how..how is Odette here? And-- his mind freezes for a moment as he quickly runs through his appearance in his head, making sure he doesn't have any green on.Okay..if this is..that one..I should be safe.. Now then..
His face lights up as he looks at the girl. "Odette! It's been..It's been so long! I'm so glad to see you! I can't believe..that you're..here..after what you did..I didn't think I'd ever see you again..I'm--" He forces himself to stop talking before his voice cracks. Did Odette really mean that much to him? Of course she did, she sacrificed herself for his well being, but Justice couldn't bear to be led to tears like this. He instantly regains his composure by force as he continues, less than a second passing between his stopping and restarting.
"I'm sorry, sir, I'm being rude. I am Justice, and it's a pleasure to meet you as well." He says, holding out his hand for the man to shake, but not approaching any more, making it necessary for the man to approach him first before shaking, something Justice does as a safeguard, should he need to get away quickly; the reflexes of a wanted prince, Justice supposes as he waits for responses from the other two.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 4, 2014 5:38:02 GMT
His false compassion, even she could see past, sickened her. How dare he treat her this way, truly a beast needed to be hunted down. He taunted her, ooh with such grace of manipulation. How dare normal females fall for this sickened creature, they would be foolish to do so. He summoned a wine glass, a warlock! A magical creature on top of the beast, such a tempting fate, such a horror. In her world such creatures are to be burned on the stake, long gone and forgotten. Such as the fate of her own parents.
With every bit of her strength she reached up slapping the red wine filled glass from his hand, the wine splattering burning her open sores. She made a sound of acking, all while fighting back the urge to scream.
She was about to stand up with all her inner strength, about to pick up that sword, end this beast's life. When a man appeared, a man that began to speaking, acting as if nothing was happening. Such a fool, did he not see the war between two beasts? She wanted to stand up and end the fool.
Then something odd happened, the fool spoke her true name. Who was he? What was he to do here? She was Odira! How could he not see? Odette was dead, she no longer existed, all the sisters were dead. This fool, one she did not even recognize, knew nothing. He was probably someone of another origin, of another life, not this.... Not a world of beasts, monsters, and hunters. He will certainly need to be ended, a tongue to be destroyed, two cannot keep a secret. Unless one of course, was dead. He paused, such a weakness, one that the girl wanted to end. He finally caught on to what was going on? Such a pathetic fate for her to be in. Two mortal enemies, a defeater, and a knower.
She clinched her teeth, ignored the pains along her body, the little blood flowing along the edges of past cuts. She stood up, picked up the sword that had once fallen, and raised it toward the newcomer. Her whole body focusing on the man next to her, the one she truly hated, however secrets are best lost. It was quite obvious the beast loves to play with his prey, the very same prey that will get away if need met.
Who-who are you! Ther-There is-is... NO! Odette here!" she attempted to sound strong, while her voice was mighty it did break. Pain was a powerful thing, so was warm taste of blood, and well a heavy sword on weaken arms. She wanted to give no hints to either strangers who she was, but alas this was Odira. A fool who could never play it off.
Creeping beneath the shadows of the mind, an interest was peeked. It would seem the one long lost, was here on this very island. She had no interest in the murdering of the red swan, but this was certainly a twist of fate. Almost a red string connect piecing things together. She wanted to take control, but there was a problem, the one here was not her love. No, it was the one who would save a sister, the very one she locked away. Timing, now she knew he was a live, she must time it. Quickly she went to the work of manipulating the memories of the red swan, Odira will not recognize him, nor will she put the pieces together. The red swan should merely be lucky that, she the green swan kept her alive for amusement. She decided the time to make a move would be when the body is healed, and the Prince all alone.
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24 years old
22 posts
Single
Serial Killer / Sad Loser
Played by
x727x
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Post by Jack Milliner on Nov 4, 2014 20:37:57 GMT
The Girl had slapped the wine straight from his hand! Well, she had willpower. The Lynx had to give her that. And when he saw her face as the wine splashed her fresh wounds, he could tell that she was holding back a scream of pain (A real shame, The Lynx liked to imagine that it would have been beautiful). The girl’s body continued to betray her, as The Lynx immediately knew her next move. She was going to go for her sword. He retrieved his daggers again ready for another skirmish with this woman when something unexpected happened, a boy in his mid-teens walked into The Lynx’s view and started to converse. It was all nothing that interested The Lynx enough to really listen to his speech. Opting instead to take the time to think over what he was going to do with the girl. That stubborn girl was ready to take up the sword and attack him; despite the incredible pain that the wounds would have caused her. The Lynx liked that about her. It was actually something that he had done on multiple occasions before he had suddenly found himself on this island (he seemed to suddenly find himself in a lot of places without a warning). This girl intrigued The Lynx, and he decided for certain than and there that he wanted to keep her. The newcomer had stopped talking, and The Lynx noticed that his face was focused on the girl next to him and an unmistakable look of shock and recognition crossed this mans face. His next words were of great interest to The Lynx.
"Odette! It's been..It's been so long! I'm so glad to see you! I can't believe..that you're..here..after what you did..I didn't think I'd ever see you again..I'm--"
A name! The Lynx thought. This man knew the girl… Odette, and by the sounds of it and the joyed look on his face; Odette was someone who had done this man a great service, and was also likely a good friend of his.
The man had paused his speech for a reason that was obvious to The Lynx. The man was overcome with emotion. Now The Lynx Really wanted to know what had happened between the two. Whatever it was, it was obviously a good tale.
The man finally turned to look at The Lynx
"I'm sorry, sir, I'm being rude. I am Justice, and it's a pleasure to meet you as well."
Justice also held out his hand. The Lynx was surprised how quickly he had gotten over his emotion and returned to his formal appearance. He did note that Justice was making sure that The Lynx would have to walk towards him to shake the offered hand. Smart and cautious, not an easy man to trick, The Lynx thought with disdain. Before he Lynx could decide on any course of action however Odette burst into speech.
“Who-who are you! Ther-There is-is... NO! Odette here!”
The Lynx studied her face and saw that she was defiantly hiding something, presumably the fact that her name was Odette (If that was what she was hiding than she was doing a bad job of it). But Why? The Lynx did not know, it was just another thing he would have to find out about her.
Lynx decided upon a course of action, he put away his knives, and walked towards the man, Lynx had the intent of acting like a friend to Justice. So he could glean more information about Odette. The Lynx told the cockatoo on his shoulder to go and wait in the trees with the rest of the birds. He than took Justice’s hand firmly and shook it.
“People know me as The Lynx” Lynx said, “And it is a pleasure to meet you too”
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16 years old
17 posts
Single
Rebel God
Played by
LightTogekiss
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Post by Justice of the Rebellion on Nov 5, 2014 5:57:11 GMT
TAGS: @gingerfrost2 and @x373x , Closed
WORDS: ehh
NOTES: short note Justice looks at Odette as she picks up her sword, her appearance obviously showcasing some kind of raw anger. So..it's not Odette he thinks; his eyes would have narrowed had he not been in the presence of the red-headed man. Justice thinks through the different Personas of Odette's existence that he knows of, thinking of which this one would be. He isn't quite sure, though he assumes Odira would be the obvious choice.
Then she shouts.
Yes..so it is Odira..or whatever it was she was called. Not that it matters..Hm.. he thinks as he watches her put on a powerful display. Justice notices that the girl is weak and she seems to have been either fighting for a long time, or her opponent had overtaken her quickly, or perhaps both. He looks at the young man as he approaches. Justice shakes his hand firmly, looking at Odette as he does so, keeping his guard up.
Despite the fact that she's openly showing an attitude of anger and offense, Justice still wishes he could help her with her wounds as he notices them, not enjoying the sight of his friends in pain. Not now..Justice thinks, putting off such ideas until a later time, when his life isn't threatened by the presence of a very large weapon.
Justice looks at the girl as she stands, and notes the boys names as he speaks. Justice finally turns most of his attention to the man as he releases his grip on his handshake. "The Lynx, hm? Interesting title." He says as he thinks for a while. I obviously have to assume that whoever this man is has some kind of fighting ability..but he doesn't seem hostile. So..Odette..what's happened..do you really not remember me? Even in that state? Perhaps it was something to do with falling into this island? Perhaps it dislodged some of your..memories? he thinks as he tries to piece things together.
How much does she know? Is she bluffing? No..Odira isn't smart enough for that..right? She's definitely not bluffing, her acting was too pitiful, even if she was feigning bad acting, she was doing it wrong. So..does she perhaps remember..who she is, but not her actual past? Maybe she just forgot about me..I wouldn't blame her for subconsciously wanting to forget me, I was the end of her..I wouldn't blame her anyway, though, so I guess that comparison is a little bit flawed. he thinks, chuckling to himself at the last part of his thoughts. In a moment's time, he speaks, no emotions having shown or expressed until now, save a small amount of surprise at the girl's response to his salutation
"Odette, you don't really want to hurt me, right?" He asks, purposefully using the same name as before as he takes a step to stand adjacent to The Lynx, trusting his peripheral vision to be enough should the man attack. Justice strikes a gaze at Odira, one that she'd know mean that he knew which persona she'd taken. Justice pauses just a moment before continuing.
"I don't want things to get messy again, can't we just get along?" he asks, allowing his left eye to glow with the red sigil he's grown to know as his own since his arrival here. He leaves his right eye normal, so that the Lynx doesn't see anything suspicious, as Justice isn't really doing anything suspicious, merely giving himself the attribute of red in an attempt to calm the spirits of Odira.
He waits patiently for a response as two song birds flutter around above him in the canopy, circling a much larger white avian creature. Justice doesn't acknowledge their presence, but inwardly he's smiling at their unashamed and unkonwing innocence.
In the distance are his Light owl and Bunny, who are foraging together under the protection of Legacy, the Grey wolf. They aren't too far, but they aren't too Close. Justice mentally tells them to get a little bit closer, but slowly and not so that they are noticeable. He realizes he's sort of ended his conversation with "The Lynx", but Justice hopes that he can resume the talk after this matter with Odette has been solved.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 5, 2014 17:17:10 GMT
She made an attempt to strike down the Knower, he knew too much. The only problem was her body made no change or response of the tempt, it didn't even budge. Whether this was tiredness, or something more complex, Odira would not understand. She merely felt more rage grow, enough to cause a vein on her temple to thump.
Odira's ear twitched as the beast called himself Lynx, well now she had a name, still a beast. The knower played it off, he was much too calm and collected for Odira's preference. Then so was the beast, these monsters, what was with them?
Justice, the Knower, then spoke directly at her, asking if she really wanted to hurt. Well yeah, he knew too much, a Knower must always die first. Just her body would not respond, would not let her strike, such an annoyance. Why was it not taking course of action? It had taken a few moments, but she gradually began to realize, he didn't even call her Odira. He was calling her Odette, did he not see? She was Odira! That she was not some Odette! What was he played at? Was he trying to give everything away? This only angered her more.
Then he struck struck a gaze at her, one sharp as if it knew she was sharp as a dagger. As if she was the attacker persona, Odira. It made her her flash him cold eyes in response, wondering how much he knew, why was he not dead beneath her. Though after a pause his left gaze turned a red color, asking if they could just get along. The color was so pretty, like a ruby in the sun, causing the world to be red. As blood on living green grass, hiding the disgrace beneath.
With a sneer Odira slammed the sword into the ground, the weight causing some gravel to push back, a small hint of pain left her mouth. She then walked over a few feet away near a tree, a slight limp showing, fighting urge to lean on the tree. She was far enough to watch both the disgusting men closely, she hoped they would just kill each other. She spoke no words to either of them, there was no point, they were not worth the breath. Deep down it was really not to show weakness, but she wasn't really smart enough to realize the strategy she had.
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