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Post by Jukebox on Mar 17, 2007 18:45:25 GMT -5
"Yes, Azura was it? I've lived in the Desert most of my life. I was born in an underwater city, though, much like Maraqua." He said, glancing at the ring he almost always wore now. It's gold and black surface glinted dimly in the dark abondoned city.
Of course thinking of his ring led him to remmeber the Xweetok. Once more he cast his gaze about the sky, speculating if she had left or not.
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Post by Kiweh on Mar 17, 2007 19:57:02 GMT -5
Azura looked at the ring as he did, not finding it any different than any of the other cursed rings. "What led you to the Desert? I mean I would never expect to see a jetsam in the Lost Desert..." She asked curious, she didn't mean to seem rude or anything but the last place she would expect to see a jetsam would be the lost desert and it seemed pretty weird to her...
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Post by Jukebox on Mar 17, 2007 20:01:15 GMT -5
The jetsam turned his attention back to the kougress. "I went to the Desert, my dear, to coninue my own training in magic. I was apprenticed to a powerful sorcerer."
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Post by Kiweh on Mar 17, 2007 21:30:05 GMT -5
"Ah." Azura said and stopped the conversation there. She didn't like being around people who she considered a threat; the jetsam obviously mentioned being a powerful sorcerer's apprentice for a reason... She looked up and around, the xweetok still bugging her too... The only thing slightly comferting was Strips but he didn't seem to be worried by anything which worried her for some reason...
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Post by Lilium on Mar 17, 2007 22:37:00 GMT -5
((Sorry I haven't been on -- I've been sick and LOADED with homework! Damn English teacher... *grumbles* BEWARE: this scene is particularly bloody, but I toned it down.))
The still unnamed Xweetok swirled gently in the breeze. Though far away, she caught the voices of the three she'd left on the air. Shallo, Strips and Azura, huh? She figured that if either of them were to die, it would be Azura. She had found in her travels that females and children tended to be more easily frightened and not as strong, though it didn't faze her. Male or female, adult or child, so long as she was enjoying herself, it didn't matter.
Movement caught her eye. She was close to the city's outskirts and she stopped and sank closer to the ground. A small green Wocky was searching through the rummage around her, quietly looking for food. The Xweetok raised an eyebrow. She'd been surprised enough to find so much life in a deserted city, but she'd take anything. The Wocky appeared to be six or seven years old, and not very well fed. She grinned. This would be easy, and satisfying for the time being. She pulled her molecules together and dropped noiselessly to the ground.
The Wocky looked up. It looked awful pathetic. "Um..." it muttered quietly, revealing itself to definitely being a young boy. "I'm sorry, is this your stuff?"
"Why would I want this junk?" the sly predator asked. "I have no use of it." She took one step forward.
The boy seemed to sense her dark aura, and backed away. "W-who are you?" he asked meekly.
"If I told you, your ghost could tell my identity to others, couldn't it?" The Wocky's eyes widened with a gasp. The faery smiled. "I hope you don't mind, little boy, if I take this."
"T-take what?" the boy asked, confused. "I have nothing to give--AHHH!"
His scream filled the air as his arm was suddenly torn off. The Xweetok had not moved, but blood was rushing from the decapitated arm and the shoulder. Knowing she had to be quick about it, but still wanting to take her time and enjoy it, she tossed the arm aside and pinned him to the wall, tearing off the fingers, then hand, then entire arm off his other one without even lifting a finger or taking a step closer. His legs from the knee down were swiftly cut apart, and then, just as he was falling to the ground, he was cut in two at the waist.
A small stream of blood ran toward the Xweetok as the screams died away, who had stood about four or five feet away and had not moved. You could look at her face and know that she was having a great time. But she quickly turned back into air, leaving the bloody mess and the remaining body parts there and scurrying off to where she could hide and look at her work. The boy would only be alive for a few more seconds, but she hadn't cut off his head, so he could be alive for longer. Years of seeing blood and innards built up an immunity, and so while she thought nothing of it, she had to smile at the thought of Azura throwing up at it's sight.
((Okay that's enough blood for now. ^_^' Notice how Ara's lines were in red. *wink wink* *nudge nudge*))
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Post by Jukebox on Mar 17, 2007 22:48:47 GMT -5
Shallo glanced back at her, but before anything was said a bloodcurdling scream broke the air. The jetsam started, turning in the direction of the noise. Still weak from the excessive magic using, he ran and limped toward the outskirts of the city, where he thought the noise had come from.
...but before he even saw the boy, the sharp eyes of the sorcerer spotted the blood. Finger curled into a fist as he did his best not to step in it as he made his way to the body, his mind racing. It was too late for him to do any magic to help the boy, even if he had the energy to do so.
Shallo looked around the scene with a scrutinizing glare. His staff was gripped tightly in his hand as he made his way back to Azura and Stripes. Whatever this was, he'd better warn them.
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Post by Kiweh on Mar 18, 2007 9:16:43 GMT -5
Azura ducked behind Strips as the scream rang through the streets, her eyes darting every direction knowing this was probably the work of the xweetok. Her heart raced as fear started to grow within her. She watched the Jetsam go, it was better him than her...
As he came back in sight, Azura strongly wanted to ask him what had happened but already had an idea that it wasn't good... "Is... what...." She let out a sigh, "Never mind..."
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Post by petdr89 on Mar 20, 2007 11:44:31 GMT -5
Strips quickly turned to face the direction of the scream, though stood there for a moment analyzing what he heard before he made any movement. By the time he had moved he was passing Shallo while Shallo was headed back toward Azura. He paid him no attention as he sprinted past, wanting to see what had happened for himself. He didn't stop until he came upon the blood and the mangled body parts, though his facial expressions never changed. To see something like this didn't bother him; it was like the morning ride to work, really. He wasn't sure what to do next though, besides just stand there and stare.
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Post by Kiweh on Mar 25, 2007 9:35:26 GMT -5
Azura waited behind, wanting nothing to do with the scream. She was already scared to death because of that xweetok and didn't need to add to it. "I think we should stay together after this..." She muttered, she was thinking about leaving but then she knew that if she felt then she would be by herself again....
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Post by Jukebox on Mar 25, 2007 11:08:30 GMT -5
Shallo watched Stripes as he walked passed, and said nothing to Azura's almost question. He cast his glance on the ground, leaning heavily on his staff, the maractite barely glowing now. Something was wrong here, and the sorcerer was not in the mood to go searching for it.
The muttered words from Azura caught his attention, allowing him to shove the thoughts back for now. But as to her words he had nothing to say, and glanced back down the path the darigan had taken.
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Post by Lilium on Mar 29, 2007 21:18:14 GMT -5
The little ten-year-old flew toward Azura, behind whom she hovered. She whipped back into the darkness of an alleyway and focused on Azura.
A bloody handprint appeared on Azura's shoulder before she started to choke the girl. She squeezed tightly on Azura's neck, shaking her furiously. She grinned devilishly as she did so, and then shrieked in glee. "She's so fun!" she cried, before pulling Azura off the ground half a meter and then releasing her hold on her.
She always put a bloody handprint on her next main target victim, if she had any excess blood from the last one. The handprint on Azura's shoulder, seeping through her shirt, was remains of the Wocky's blood.
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Post by Jukebox on Mar 29, 2007 21:37:13 GMT -5
Shallo spun around, stumbling with the misplaced weight of his fins and tail. Seeing Azura didn't exactly phase him at first, but the shreik brought all his sences around to the moment, and the magician quickly began searching around. By he couldn't find anything.
When Aura dropped the jetsam stepped over to her, standing over her body almost defencivly. Well, not quite. As much as he was enjoying the company, neither of the two would get him anywhere. The xweetok, on the other hand....
"Such a waste, it seems," he bagan, stated this to air in a rather proud tone, loud enough for her to hear, "To use your talents on such baltent violence." Of course the jetsam had seen a fair share of misused magic in his time, and had enough dark secrets in his past.
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Post by Lilium on Mar 29, 2007 22:13:24 GMT -5
"Such blatent violence?" the girl repeated, materializing not too far away. "But it's so much fun! Come now, surely you can't tell me you wouldn't enjoy just draining the life out of one of these two! Such a tale would be so absurd I wouldn't be able to believe!"
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Post by Jukebox on Mar 29, 2007 22:17:15 GMT -5
A sly grin crossed the sorcerer's face, but other wise he kept his composure. "Ah, my dear, but why waste the energy, when you can gain so much more elsewhere?" He leaned heavily on his staff, his eyes locked on her now that she had decided to appear. his tail lay heavily on the ground, not a twitch giving away his feelings.
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Post by Lilium on Mar 29, 2007 22:19:17 GMT -5
Her ice-blue eyes darkened slightly. "What do you mean?" she asked suspiciously.
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