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Post by A Spoony Bard on May 10, 2011 0:20:46 GMT -4
Character(s) Appearing: Cordelia, Phil,  ? Time: Noon Previous Thread: N/A NPC(s):Summary: a Mystery Opponent arises. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Champ! Champ! Where are you Champ!?" Phil called out running all around the coliseum. Well as fast as his stubby goat legs can carry his round humanoid torso. He was a little panicked and clearly worried. A strange figure had made quick work of all the other heros. Herc was out of town, visiting his Father on Mount Olympus. That left only the champion to deal with the new threat. "Where are you Cordelia!" He yelled annoyed at his inability to find the girl.
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Post by Cordelia on May 10, 2011 0:42:16 GMT -4
The champion in question, Cordelia was sitting under the shade of a tree, a set of carving and whittling tools in a box in front of her, sandpaper in one hand, and a half-carved figurine in the other. She squinted, trying to see the figurine more closely as she carved in the details of the face. Next to the box was a few more figurines, of the people she'd fought so far. From the look of what was done already, the figurine in her hand was one of herself.
As Cordelia did her carving, using the reflection in Beatrix's blade to get the details of her face right, a familiar voice calls out from afar, catching her off-guard and causing her to chip off some of the wood. She looked down at it, and set it in the box, along with the other figurines, and pulled out Beatrix before closing the box and picking it up. From the urgency in Phil's voice, she could tell it was important - Phil only every got this loud when he was mad or worried - so she started running towards the coliseum entrance.
As she came up to Phil, Cordelia tossed him the box, twirling Beatrix expertly between her fingers. She didn't say a word, but she looked at the satyr quietly, waiting for him to explain what was so important. If Phil's curiosity got the better of him, he'd easily be able to find the figurines in the box, a large chunk of Cordelia's face broken off.
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Post by A Spoony Bard on May 10, 2011 2:31:44 GMT -4
"It's horrible! This guys destroying everyone! You got to stop him kid!" Phil was some how manging to still flail his arms without dropping the box. Sweat was dripping from his brow and he was quite clearly very worried.
"I can't tell if it's a man or a beast. Just get in there. And got three words of advice for you kid. DON'T! DIE!." he advised.
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Post by Cordelia on May 10, 2011 2:58:10 GMT -4
Cordelia blinked, looking at Phil. She wasn't confused so much by his extreme nervousness, his inconceivable arm-flailery, nor even the failure at basic counting. Instead, what caught her attention was that he couldn't identify the creature, despite how much he had already seen. Cordelia nodded, and grasped Beatrix firmly, turning and heading into the Coliseum.
As the champion walked through the main hall, she turned her head, looking at the trophy bearing her name, the name Phil had given her on the spot. She thought about the different people she fought, and wondered what it could be that was so thoroughly devastating them all, leaving Phil so desparate. Cordelia braced herself, and pushed open the last doors in her way, stepping into the arena and looking around and above, trying to find her target.
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Post by A Spoony Bard on May 10, 2011 4:38:37 GMT -4
A huge roar could be heard upon her entry. a figure stood in the center. He or she or it was large, roughly 4 times the size of an average humanoid. Black in color with no facial features anywhere. Nor did it have hands or digits. It was a Torso with an expressionless head. Fingerless and handless arms. Also on its legs it bore no feet.
Suddenly its arms morphed into blades that though fuzzy looking and black in color, gleamed as if they had been sharpened to a state more vicious than Cordelia's Beatrix. The Monster Spied the girl and ran at her It moved very slowly. Or so it seamed. t seemed to be only moving mere centimeters but suddenly it was in the air, at least 1000 feet high. Almost like the image of its position was lagging unable to keep up with the space it actually was taking up. It was falling who knew how fast, with both blade arms pointed at Cordelia's head.
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Post by Cordelia on May 10, 2011 14:44:52 GMT -4
Cordelia looked up at the huge, bizarre being, honestly kind of confused about how it was standing without feet, but she quickly regained her combative focus once she saw it transforming its arms into swords. The creature's movements drew her attention, as strange as they were, and as it appeared above her, she analyzed her options, and nodded, taking a few steps back before running and jumping into the air, her feet connecting with the side of one of the blades. She pushed with the ball of her foot, and started running up the blade.
Focusing all of her power into Beatrix, Cordelia pulled her back as she ran up the creature's blade, and as she jumped off and into the air, her mystic energies gathered around the saw, extending and strengthening the blade briefly. She swung it with all her strength, kicking her legs in a circle to add extra spin and strengthen the slice, causing her to do a barrel roll Zantetsuken, sped up by the technique, her saw returning to normal once the swing was completed, whether it hit or not. The air rushing around Cordelia felt good, almost relaxing.
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Post by A Spoony Bard on May 10, 2011 20:13:34 GMT -4
Cordelia passed through where the beast was. But unfortunately it seemed to be faster. Well it was hard to tell because it seemed to lag, its movements didn't seem to match up with where it really was, and the image of it even flickered in a way. The beast suddenly appeared directly below her, as it moved it pointed at the ground to the east. In a single second the easter half of the stadium sunk into the ground and a giant creator appeared that opened up into a black hole of darkness.
If there was a devil, this very well could be it. It seemed like it was forcing itself to exist on their realm. Perhaps that was why it "lagged". Regardless Cordelia was in danger now as in a mere second it had both opened this creator and appeared behind her. It now had giant hulking arms covered in claws grasping for her, if they grabbed her, they would fling her into the creator.
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Post by Cordelia on Apr 11, 2012 6:10:25 GMT -4
Cordelia's thoughts were interrupted when the monster disappeared from her sight. She quickly tried to look around, but had to take a moment to clutch her head. Just looking at thing was hurting her eyes and giving her a headache. Whatever it was, it didn't belong in any world she knew about. Why did it target me? she asked herself as she fell towards it.
Cordelia sheathed Beatrix, having only one real option to deal with this thing that was invading reality itself. It was a high-risk effort, but there wasn't any other option besides letting it kill her. She kicked her feet to make herself spin as she fell, extending a hand towards her enemy. Darkness wreathed the exposed arm and started to spin, tendrils reaching out to the target. Drain!
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Post by A Spoony Bard on Apr 17, 2012 11:44:57 GMT -4
If Cordelia had of been fighting another creature, the drain tactic would have been a wonderful solution, but this time unfortunately a creature like this, one with no soul wasn't going to be having any of that noise so to speak. The beast grabbed her, squeezing her body between its clawed hands. She wouldn't feel pressure, but she would feel the inability to move. Very fast she would be hurled into the pit, and then sucked by the pit as it it were a giant vacuum.
When finally landing in the pit after what would feel like an eon of falling in darkness, she would black out due to the impact.
When she woke up she'd be in a dimly lit cave, though with no visible sources of light. She would be laying in a small patch of white lilies at the end of a twisting stone path. The cave walls would be moist with what looked like a yellowish goo. There was only two options, attempt to climb the smooth rock face that was at a 90 degree angle to the ground, or go north through the winding path into the unknown. The sound of running water could be heard from the north, and small green gems were duly imbedded in both the cave walls, and the cave floor.
Every noise she'd make would echo, even the very sound of her breathing. As the saying goes, out of the oven and into the fire.
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Post by Cordelia on Jun 18, 2012 15:01:33 GMT -4
(Frying pan, bard. Out of the frying pan and into the fire.)
"There's nothi--" Cordelia couldn't finish her sentence, getting smashed and absorbed into the pit before she could even think again. As reality faded out, she reached her hand out towards that last bit of far-off light, wondering how anything could survive, could exist without a soul.
Darkness, born of the heart of all worlds. Born of sin, of greed and conflict and pride. Desire. Darkness, reaching into the void where her heart should be. Why her?
Is this what dying feels like? Oh, no... it can't be yet. There's the ground. She hits the ground, letting out a yelp of pain as she bounces, then comes down again. Beatrix slid from her grasp, spinning away across the ground. The quasi-human tried to stay awake, but the darkness was forcing itself in again. Goodbye, world...
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Minutes. Hours. Days. However long it was since she first landed, it was impossible to tell. She clenched her fist a couple times, looking around. Am I. still alive? How? She struggles to her feet, ignoring the screaming pain in her body as much as she can. She picks up Beatrix and begins her travels, using the wall for support. If she took another hit, she'd probably black out again.
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Post by A Spoony Bard on Jun 19, 2012 10:13:53 GMT -4
A small light appeared before her. It swirled around her, seeming to leave little particles of light smaller than it behind to fall to the ground and quickly put themselves out returning to darkness. This small orb of light moved fast and quickly around her. It seemed to zigzag to and fro. Suddenly it was bumping into Cordelia over, and over, and over, and over again.
Every-time in a different location. Once in the chest. Next in the butt. Next in the hip, and then the thigh, The forearm, the nape, Small of her back, shoulderblades, shoulders front and back, forehead, the elbow, and so on. It would continue this until it was clear that she was focusing on the ball of light. When that was clear it would make a quick little circle in the air, as if to say how are you.
After the small, "greeting" it would poke her in the chest and begin to fly down the hall only then stopping, as if to make sure Cordelia was following it.
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Post by Cordelia on Jun 19, 2012 11:00:16 GMT -4
Cordelia stops in her tracks as she sees the dancing ball of light. Whatever it was, it seemed rather focused on her--it moved through the air around her with incredible ease. It went and bopped itself against her several times, making her flinch a bit--and then she went limp, gasping as her body chastised her for straining it so suddenly. Her vision blurred for just a second, then refocused on the ball of light.
"What do you need?" Cordelia asked the ball softly. It did a spin in response, then started zooming away. The replica girl sighed, then started walking with the wall again to follow it. "I guess you can't talk."
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Post by A Spoony Bard on Jun 20, 2012 10:25:59 GMT -4
The ball of light sent her spiralling and spiralling down staircases of stone, and small slopes of dirt and mud, it clung to her shoes, when they got to clean stone again, it would be leaving muddy foot prints on the clean stone. The pixy seemed to be in a hurry to go wherever it was going, when suddenly it ran into a wall. The Pixy began zipping left and right, up and down in fury.
It speed towards Cordella and swirled around her, releasing a green light. The Green light was a curaga Spell. It should restore her back to full fighting form, and she would definitely need it, for a scratching sound could be heard, and then suddenly a poof of smoke appeared.
A group of grayish black mole like creatures appeared. They hard sharp claws and long fangs, one leaped at Cordella, ferocious and feral. They had a very empty and hollow feel to them, a much weaker feeling of dread, but one similar to the creature she fought in the coliseum.
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