[from here]It looked like they were the first ones in the Sun Room this night. There weren't any monsters in plain sight, which was a good sign
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Oh, they were moving in something almost like a formation! How quaint. Albedo laughed again, feeling the sphere hit the woman even as her blade darted upwards. She staggered but didn’t fall. How fun! Perhaps he could play, perhaps--
The thought was cut off as the woman’s own blade found the target she had aimed for, as the entity hadn’t dreamed of dodging. The blade slid easily into Albedo’s right eye socket, blood and liquid leaking outward in a rush as the eye popped. Perception dipped and black hovered around his vision, but Albedo was never one to simply see. His methods of perception encompassed much more than that. A second hit thunked into his left arm below the shoulder, lodging itself deeply. This he ignored entirely as he grinned downwards at the cold-eyed woman, reaching upwards to grab the blade out. "And if thine eye offend thee, pluck it out, and cast it before thee...." The bioweapon tilted his head to the side, remaining eye glowing for a solitary moment, before the other eye prefabricated itself back into being, completing the ultraviolet set.
Something slid around the edges of his perception, a tell-a-tale warning of something coming closer, slinking into the halls nearby, but Albedo was too entranced, his waveform dancing to the Song locked inside his mind; undulations of magenta and violet wrapping around each other, trancelike--the chorus reaching high, the bridge dipping low. His face cracked into a parody of joy, teeth flashing in the dark. “Do you have ears to hear?” he proclaimed, doubting the truthfulness of that. They would not understand the way they currently were. No, they couldn’t.... And why waste the effort on these inconsequential mortals? For a moment, the boy raised upwards by feet, thicker energy surrounding him. A second later it clouded his form, then shot out at everyone in the room.
[“Carrion of Souls” hits all and knocks everyone down, plus deals minor to moderate damage. Your choice on this, since it’s an energy attack. Can be battering damage, cuts and wounds, or internal injuries.]
The ticking, trembling, slid closer in an instant, and Albedo's eyes tore away from the group he had moved against. Others were approaching, more and many, and in that--
A second heartbeat slamming.
The door opened again, a pair to his third, and Albedo moved towards them, wondering about the sound within.
There was no real way to dodge the energy attack that came from the kid, and even diving behind a couch didn't protect SubZero from the attack. The blast hit him just before he hit the ground, and it felt as though it passed through him as well.
SubZero found himself coughing a little bit, and he didn't need to see it to know that there had been some blood in that cough. He could taste it. Thankfully it seemed the kid was distracted by other people. SubZero waited for a moment before he got up.
Such regeneration was clearly unnatural and quite a bit creepy. It was enough to make Beatrix rethink confrontation with this boy. It would be best to run, she decided, when the child sent some kind of energy all over the place. Unable to avoid it, the Bride crossed her arms before her face and braced herself for the impact.
The force dropped her to a knee and then she had to put a hand to the ground to keep herself from being completely driven into the ground. Dark purple bruises blossomed across her arms, she had a pounding headache and her body ached. She really hated magic; bullets were easier to deal with.
At least the boy had found another group to harass. "Move," the Bride croaked out, getting to her feet to lead the way into the cafeteria.
The thought was cut off as the woman’s own blade found the target she had aimed for, as the entity hadn’t dreamed of dodging. The blade slid easily into Albedo’s right eye socket, blood and liquid leaking outward in a rush as the eye popped. Perception dipped and black hovered around his vision, but Albedo was never one to simply see. His methods of perception encompassed much more than that. A second hit thunked into his left arm below the shoulder, lodging itself deeply. This he ignored entirely as he grinned downwards at the cold-eyed woman, reaching upwards to grab the blade out. "And if thine eye offend thee, pluck it out, and cast it before thee...." The bioweapon tilted his head to the side, remaining eye glowing for a solitary moment, before the other eye prefabricated itself back into being, completing the ultraviolet set.
Something slid around the edges of his perception, a tell-a-tale warning of something coming closer, slinking into the halls nearby, but Albedo was too entranced, his waveform dancing to the Song locked inside his mind; undulations of magenta and violet wrapping around each other, trancelike--the chorus reaching high, the bridge dipping low. His face cracked into a parody of joy, teeth flashing in the dark. “Do you have ears to hear?” he proclaimed, doubting the truthfulness of that. They would not understand the way they currently were. No, they couldn’t.... And why waste the effort on these inconsequential mortals? For a moment, the boy raised upwards by feet, thicker energy surrounding him. A second later it clouded his form, then shot out at everyone in the room.
[“Carrion of Souls” hits all and knocks everyone down, plus deals minor to moderate damage. Your choice on this, since it’s an energy attack. Can be battering damage, cuts and wounds, or internal injuries.]
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A second heartbeat slamming.
The door opened again, a pair to his third, and Albedo moved towards them, wondering about the sound within.
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SubZero found himself coughing a little bit, and he didn't need to see it to know that there had been some blood in that cough. He could taste it. Thankfully it seemed the kid was distracted by other people. SubZero waited for a moment before he got up.
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The force dropped her to a knee and then she had to put a hand to the ground to keep herself from being completely driven into the ground. Dark purple bruises blossomed across her arms, she had a pounding headache and her body ached. She really hated magic; bullets were easier to deal with.
At least the boy had found another group to harass. "Move," the Bride croaked out, getting to her feet to lead the way into the cafeteria.
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