| The quest for blood... | ||
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| Summary: Well, now. Here's a scene that'll bring back memories for nearly anyone who's role played with me in the past two or more years. Did I say memories involving me? Nope, sure didn't.       |
You find yourself amidst the ruins of a large palace. If you have the ability of sensing magic you'd realise that nearly everything here resonates with a magica aura. Here and there small stones literaly float from the abusively large amounts of power stored here. Because of the broken and fallen walls and celings not much of the palace is explorable. In the back of the room rests a large golden throne atop a small platform. Behind it glows a swirling vortex which even now seems to want to pull you inside. Too bad the world of Chronos is a protected world. Violating the Council's order is a serious offense... Stepping through the doorway and into this new world, Johnny begins to chuckle to himself. It doesn't take much before it becomes full fledged laughter. He doesn't pay much attention to anything Vashtearnia might do at this point as after so many centuries of imprisonment he hardly knows what to think anymore. When he finaly begins to control himself he looks around the ruins and quickly his smile fades. "Wait... I finaly get away from there and the first thing I see is more Zeal stuff? That's... fuck. So much for variation." The vampire Mystic floats alongside of Johnny, a smile resting on her features, afterall, she's getting away from the humans and whatever it is that fool of a Mystic Magus was planning. And, she gets to stay with Johnny. A smile plays ver Vashtearnia's lips, revealing her fangs as she more or less drapes herself over Johnny's back, wrapping her arms criss-crossed around his neck and her fingers dangling softly, her feet aren't touching the ground and she's virtually weightless at this point as she spends her blood to fuel her telekinesis abilities. Her own eyes looking around the ruined area, "Oh yes, please, give me more Mystic idiocy, I just can't wait to throw my life away for a greater cause." She says, mimicking Magus' voice rather well, if Magus were a bit more of a higher pitch anyway. Johnny's attention is jerked by the voice so close to his ear and for the first time he acknowledges the slight weight on his shoulders with a full length shudder. "Um.... could you like, please... not... just... getoff!" He almost breaks out into a run as he speaks hoping she'll unlatch herself in the process. If she pulls away he crosses his arms and clutches himself tightly, "Look, I don't like to be touched, I thought I told you that!" Shuddering again he tightens his gloves and dusts his shoulders off. "I can't believe it took me so long to notice..." Vashtearnia gets pulled away from, granted, she could of held on for a bit longer, but instead she lets Johnny yank her forward and to the side, releasing to get enough of a -push- from the force of the twist that she floats off to the side and into the air. She then settles down, the smile still on her face. She's hurt, deep inside, at Johnny's words, she was hoping he was finally gonna open up to her, stupid emotions. The vines rustling around her body are the only hint of her emotions on the outside however, "Oh, look at me, I'm a darik and omnipotent being who doesn't like to be touched, don't touch me or I'll kill you and destroy the planet you live on." She says, mimicking Johnny's voice this time, she used to keep those comments in her head, but after hanging around Johnny long enough, she decided on just voicing her real thoughts instead of keeping them on the inside. It's not like anyone could ever actually stop NNY from doing what he wants anyway, so she's not worried about some more powerful being coming along and destroying her for her words. Then again, she isn't completly sure Johnny would protect her in every case. Still... Oblivion appears next to Johnny, making a move to lean with one arm on his shoulder, while looking at Vashtearnia "It took you THAT long to notice? GEEZ! Talk about slow....". He then grins at NNY, "By the way, what didn't you realize again? I forgot..." Johnny dashes back from Oblivion's voice and draws his dagger in the process. "WHAT THE FUCK?" As he gages the grin on the stranger's face his eye twitches and he resheathes the blade. Briefly he exchanges a 'let's talk about this later' sort of glance to Vashtearnia and then turns his attention back towards Obvlivion. "What... didn't I realise? What's that supposed to mean? What the hell is this?" Vashtearnia's eyes snap over towards Oblivion as he just appears like that. She lets her feet drop down to the surface and moves her way slowly towards Johnny's side once he dashes away from the newly appeared figure. She glances over to Johnny and back to Oblivion, her head incling foward slightly, much like a cat when it brings it's head down and is preparing to pounce. She let's Johnny do the talking for now, afterall, she prefers to not be noticed overly too much, especially if a fight is about to ocure with some strange being that can just teleport around, not that she hasn't seen it, but it's not like it's a normal occurance to her. Oblivion hangs there in midair, as if he was still leaning on NNY's shoulder, unaffected by the reaction caused. He goes from a simple grin to a smile from ear to ear = literally... its quite creepy looking to see. "OOHH! Sharp thing! Good taste, specially if its made of chocolate". He looks at Vash "Even tastier taste. Wonder what she tasts like...." His smile returns to normal size "Anyway, what were you fucki- scuse me, talking about again?" Johnny's eyes go wide as he watches the display and listens to the cheshire cat-esque conversation. Finaly letting one eyebrow fall he glances at Vashtearnia again and asks pointlessly, "I'm not the only one seeing this, right?" Normaly such an event would be ignored by him, but if she could see this too it means either it's real, or it's something that's manefest from his own thoughts. Worst of all, Johnny isn't sure. It's happened before after all. That's probably the only reason he hasn't started screaming at it. "Ummm... you got a name, or are you just enjoying screwing with the heads of others? I've ignored scarier things than you." Vashtearnia pulls back just slightly to the side and behind Johnny at Oblivion's words. She's normally the one tasting people, and she's never been addressed like that before, it feels a little, odd. Creepy. That must be how other people feel when she talks about how they taste, well, it's nice to know that it's not a waste when she tells them those things, since part of the reason is to get just such a reaction from them. o O ( Look at me, I'm a weird person that can just teleport at will and I can shapeshift my facial features in weird and disgusting ways which means I can eat you for breakfast. Won't you enjoy my sudden appearance and obvious wit? ) She thinks to herself this time, rather than voice it, it's one of those times when she prefers to remain silent. Oblivion's head pops off, and floats over beside the pair, looking at 'himself' "Nope. i see it too!". It floats back over and reconnects, as his smirk gets nastier "Yes, i have a name, yes, im enjoying screwing with your heads immensly, even without the screws, and im only scary when i haven't had my morning breath mints. Then i'm only disconcerting." Johnny rolls his eyes and sighs, "Fuuuuuuuuuck, I get let out of one nut house and put in another." Rubbing his temples with one hand he groans. "Please tell me the rest of this world isn't going to be like this..." On an afterthought a smirk begins to play over his face and he looks towards Vashtearnia mischiviously. "You know, if this world IS like this, I don't have to abide by any promises anymore. After all, I could still be seeing all this in my head which removes me from my obligations." Drawing his dagger in one hand he fishes out his hammer from the backpack in the other. "Without law, and order, and logic... who's to say it's wrong of me to not start killing again? Besides, there's still the chance this is in my head, so no harm done." Looking towards Oblivion almost hungrily he smirks, "Ever been fucked with steel, cat-boy?" Vashtearnia watches Oblivion's head come off of his shoulders and decides that's more than enough proof to her that this creature, whatever it is, is probably beyond her in power. She's not afraid to admit such things, even if she has a lower opinion of her powers than she should, she's cautious, because she likes not being dead. She looks over at Johnny as he starts to get that time for a fight demeanor on him and then back to Oblivion, she knows Johnny is speaking rhetorically, but that doesn't stop her from adding in, "Only your own concious, which probably won't mind either." She says, then looks back over to Oblivion and shifting her footing ever so slightly as the vines around her body rustle softly. Well, if it gets too bad she can always ask Johnny to make it rain blood again. Oblivion hhmm's "No... not really....". He thinks for a moment "Lady Deep-Sea was a lot more fond of Mithril and Orihalcon than Steel.... L-SAMA, that tickled....". This is followed by a giggle sounding like a cross between the Pillsberry Dough Boy and your average anime schoolgirl Wrong time to giggle in any similarity to Doughboys as Johnny dashes forwards quickly, his body seeming to grow dark in the process, as he aims to plunge his dagger into the thing's throat. Knowing that it would likely do no good he also brings the hammer around to bash in the head in the event it should come detatched once more. As he runs for a change, a metallic clanking can be heard as the reflective metal on the tips of his boots clangs against the stone flooring. Odd that it never seemed to make noise as he walked/ran before... Vashtearnia shakes her head softly at Oblivion's words, sick individual, or creature, or god, or whatever it might be, she's hesitant to diagnosis things she knows nothing about. Up until she met Johnny, she didn't know there were things that -weren't- either Mystics or human. She's learning though. As Johnny rushes forward she floats off of the ground slightly and holds her hands out to her sides. Each of her fingers lengthen and grow outwards in a slow curving hark, hardening into long purple claws, her toes doing the same. The vines around her body rustle in anticipation of blood, though Vashtearnia herself wonders if the thing can even bleed what with it pulling its head off like that. Anyway, she'll let Johnny charge forward and hold and observe for now. Oblivion gets stabbed in the neck, and bashed in the head. NNY will notice it didnt feel like flesh being entered. There's also a lack of bleeding. He blinks, then deadpans "You know, i JUST finished polishing my helmet. Can't it stay that way for five minutes at LEAST? Do you have ANY idea how ICKY tasting that polish IS?" He then grins madly "This DOES beat Sung Lo's butter knife any day, i DO hafta admit". He then disappears in a puff of smoke, leaving a wooden lock in a replica of his helmet in his place, the dagger impaling it instead. He reappears in another puff of smoke a short distanceaway, his wardrobe that of an over-the-top attempt at ninja garb. While his words likely sound like garble to NNY and Vash *its traditional japanese*, there are badly-spelled ghostly words underneath him saying 'j0 h4v3 much 70 134r | |
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