Washed Away [OPEN]
Characters: Anybody washed into the desert by the flood, a shitload of Kishin Eggs.
Location: The desert and ruins surrounding Death City.
Rating: R, in anticipation of swearing in terror.
Time: Sept 14 and onwards, for the duration of the monsoon.
Format: Action or Prose
Description: Whether by accident or in the interest of having fun, more than a few ( Read more... )
Location: The desert and ruins surrounding Death City.
Rating: R, in anticipation of swearing in terror.
Time: Sept 14 and onwards, for the duration of the monsoon.
Format: Action or Prose
Description: Whether by accident or in the interest of having fun, more than a few ( Read more... )
Instead he yelled back. "What the fuck are you expecting me to do here? What is this about--"
He wasn't sure what happened next, one moment he was arguing with Date, the next he found he had no mouth to yell with. Dante felt the distinct impression of being a sword or more specifically his sword Rebellion. Where Dante once stood was now a claymore. He technically couldn't see since he had no eyes, but he somehow he knew where everything was as if was looking at them himself, no better than that since this view was now the full 360 degrees. He knew Date stood in front of him, Justin was grappling with a kishin off to the ( ... )
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Of course it's useful, everything I do is useful, was his oh so brilliant reply. Although he did wonder why Date could do that when he couldn't any more. He had totally taken the time to see what he could and could no longer do. The could not list was generally just filled with anything that was linked to his demonic blood for obvious reasons. This thought was registered at the back of his mind while he was concentrating on this fight.
The Weapon echoed the Meister's war cry and a sickening crunch was heard as he made contact with the monster. It was unclear if that blow was enough to completely take it out and it looked like that there wasn't enough time to check before the rest of the pack moved in on the four. A conclusion was expected to be swiftly made, but in whose favour?
Let's finish this!
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Even if he felt mostly apathetic at this point, merely because he had accepted his fate the moment that he could not stand on his own, he still would have liked for something more to be done to save the other meister and weapon. Useless. Just useless. He closed his eyes as he found that he had no wish to watch either of them die ( ... )
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--except he couldn't, because the next thing he knew was Justin's all-out attack and Date was forced to duck before it hit him. The samurai hit the ground moments before the giant silver wave energy flew above his head, Dante in his grip as the claymore clattered onto the earth as well.
The attack was like nothing that he had ever seen; the screeches and cries of the kishin were a testament to the power of the attack, and it even took Date by surprise at the force of the move. So this was the power of what a Death Scythe possessed... incredible. If he could get Dante to work with him, would the Weapon be like that as well? Of course, first he had to convince Dante to work with him once all of this was over ( ... )
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One last Kishin to take care of and then it was all over. He was looking forward to a long shower after all of this. Let's do this!
Dante was kicked clean through the Kishin and as the Weapon was sailing out he managed to transform back. The remaining Kishin had been taken care of and Dante grinned at their handiwork before promptly collapsing when his legs gave way. "Whoa!"
He hadn't realised just how much energy had been expended during the battle. He must have looked like a real sight, lying on the ground covered with sand, blood and other questionable things.
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✝Now, let us pray.✝
Not that he actually expected the others to, all things considered. Even so, without so much as looking up again he raised his right arm and it began to slowly pulse with light. The floating Kishin Egg souls began to gradually drift towards him, at least until his guillotine blade jutted out from his arm and they all streamed towards him rapidly, being sucked into it and bathing the silver in a crimson glow.
Well, all except for two. The soul of the largest Kishin Egg remained close to where it was before by the Meister and Weapon, and one of the lesser ones now drifted above Nataku. In a rather rare display of consideration, Justin grasped it in one hand gently and knelt down on one knee, holding it out to the boy. Previous annoyance aside, he needed to be able to move at least a little if they were to ( ... )
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But, I did not do anything save tell them what they should be doing, and they ignored me. Still, it seemed like the same would happen if he were to bring this point up to Justin. They would do what they want and so he weakly reached up to take the offering. "Thank you for the meal." Tossing it into his mouth, he tilted his head as he did feel a surge of power that helped with the exhaustion that he felt. Just a little, anyway. Is this delicious?
Standing up carefully, he still felt a little sore but at least he would be able to walk. He paused to turn and stare at Dante. Round two? Meaning, he would like to fight like this again, even though he was so exhausted afterward? Why? "It ( ... )
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