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Post by RAIDEN BALAUR on Mar 28, 2017 4:15:07 GMT -5
-- Stand tall, never fall ! The corruption was strong this night—like a pungent stench that burn't the hairs of the nose. Raiden Balaur was on the roof of the extravagant venue, dismissing himself from the merriment on the lower levels. He took a deep breath, the feeling of dread and discord washing over him like a massive wave of gluttonous water that threatened to devour everything. His back was to the door while silver eyes were locked on the full moon overhead. " Come on then." The teenager voiced, speaking to no one as he was alone on the roof. " I don't have all night." He continued, a thumb and index pinching the trademarked finger ring. Slowly, Raiden tugged on the regalia, his heartbeat increased practically tenfold as he hesitated to go the entire length of the ring finger. Suddenly he stopped, the corruption practically suspending him in place—he was frozen in time. " About time you show up." He speaks as the door slowly swings open, a black ooze pouring from the opening before an equally black figure erupted from it. |
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Post by ☾ on Mar 28, 2017 17:54:09 GMT -5
[GoogleFont=Raleway|Montserrat|Ubuntu] [attr="class","spevent1"]The search for the light had begun. Each member had spread out about the city days prior. Each having their own method of snuffing out that annoying beacon of hope and redemption. Crushing it into nothing more than a faint memory. Leaving this city, no, this planet; their's for the taking. The task in itself seemed quite simple. Being that they were gifted with the strength, power, and intelligence to insure a job well done. But of course, there were always unexpected factors that thwarted plans. Unseen hang-ups and things of that nature. "Partners" defecting to the other side and such. It was always troublesome having to eradicate those who were once on your side. But, such was life. One must play with the hand of cards they were dealt. Become sly enough to fool the others at the table and become the victor. Even if said cards were... useless, for lack there of a better term. A gathering of the wealthy was happening in the Sankakusu District. Some form of charity event it seemed. These sorts of events tended to bring out a wide variety of individuals. The selfish, the selfless, the bored, the curious. A colorful variety of human archetypes would no doubt be on display at such an event. And hopefully, if the being was correct in her assumption, the light would be present. To her understanding, the light was a being of gracious behavior and a giving spirit. Disgusting. Nauseating even. Did the light not know that no good deed went without some form of selfish purpose? There was no selfless deed. This whole event? A farce. Allow her to awaken everyone present to such a fact. The being strolled in through the front doors. Both hands slipped into the pockets of an over-sized black jacket that hid a black seifuku underneath. Black knee-socks and loafers. The stark contrast of her snow white hair and bright pink horns caused a variety of looks from the rich philanthropists and benefactors. But there was not a single care to be given. Her mouth covered by an odd contraption, surely was the kicker. But no matter, they would all know of it's use soon. A hand removed itself from a pocket. Nothing more than a cell phone in hand. A clawed thumb would tap against the screen. An instrumental began to play. And soon, her voice would join in. MINDLESS MOE MOE MUSIC ♡ - Using her power of music and voice, ?? takes control of all those present to hear the song. Alongside sapping the targets of their energy, they are all forced to dance. Unbeknownst to the victims, they have all become subjected to extreme suggestion. Making them, as ?? words it, "Mindless Moe Minions" waiting to do her bidding and appease her as long as the music plays. The men and women within the establishment would turn to the source of the music. The girl standing at the epicenter of the building as to allow her music and voice to ring and echo. With the help of her special device, amplifying her music and voice. And slowly, one by one, the patrons of all ages would begin to dance. Uncontrollably so. Unbeknownst to the purple energy that was seeping from their bodies and colliding into the catalyst disguised as the horned white haired maiden. Come out come out light of the world. She was waiting for you~ [ RAIDEN BALAUR ] MADE FOR MOONLIGHT DENSETSU |
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Post by RAIDEN BALAUR on Mar 29, 2017 13:42:58 GMT -5
-- Stand tall, never fall ! He grew weaker with each passing second, his body slowly succumbing to the evil looming over the venue. With a deep breath, the teenage boy closed his eyes—a droplet of sweat trickling down an ivory lock. He felt fear, fear of the unknown, fear of the undetermined, and the fear of himself. An ring of obsidian, coiled firmly around the base of a finger flicked with light—a low burning ember from within the stone jewel. Raiden glanced at the heirloom while infectious music overtook the entire lower floors of the venue. He saw it, the burning ember within the darkness. The longer he looked, the more the ember grew—the droplet of flame quickly bloomed into a ravenous hell fire of twisting and swirling flames. From the center of this hellish heat, a three headed beast emerged from the sea of fire— three pair of slit eyes of an reptile peering directly into his soul; untying his mortal coil from this unforgiving realm. And, it was at that point, Raiden understood what needed to be done. " Forgive me." He spoke a notch below a whisper, the ring dematerializing in rays of grayish light—colors that signified his innermost battle with himself. His eyes grew more primal, primordial power flowing through veins. His body attempted to fend off the foreign energy, but the rush of it all felt amazing. Raiden fixed his gaze back upon the moon overhead once again, mouthing an incoherent phrase before leaping off the roof and gliding to the pavement below, almost as if gravity bended to his very will. Landing with silent steps, he approached the main entrance to the venue with a rolling neck. With a massive foot, he would then proceed to kick the door open and off the hinges; the rather heavy piece would be sent flying in a massive display of physical prowess. " Hey," he made his presence known with a single word, an kingly aura about him. " Leave this place. Now." He ordered, eyeing the seemingly female in some kind of schoolgirl outfit. Throwing his left hand off to the side, a sword of royal proportions materialized within his mighty grip, that same grayish light that represented good and evil once again transpired in a glorious display. Raiden noticed the purplish energy being siphoned from the victims. He took a step froward, now no longer fazed by this dark energy with the blade primed and ready. " I will kill you where you stand, girl. Do not test my steel." He aired once again, the shadow he would be casting forming into three massive heads with glowing red eyes. |
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Post by ☾ on Mar 29, 2017 14:59:36 GMT -5
[GoogleFont=Raleway|Montserrat|Ubuntu] [attr="class","spevent1"]The energy of the rich and well off was... adequate. The monstrous girl stood in the midst of mindless dancers, taking in the plentiful energies with stare of disinterest. That is, until there was a sudden surge of malicious power that she had absorbed. Eyes widened at the delectable taste of it. Someone within the crowd, was just like her, to a degree. Or, they carried an energy source that would pose to be a challenge. A roadblock on the road to ruin. Her head tilted ever so slightly. Piercing aqua hues examining the crowd of meat puppets. Attempting to hone in on the power source in question. But it seemed as though none of them matched the same taste and intensity. There was a mysterious guest present. Hiding, lurking in the shadows. And it wasn't a cohort of hers. How interesting. Only two steps were taken forward into the establishment before she stopped on a dime. She felt it, the presence of stronger energy. Her head snapped into the general direction of said force and eyes lowered. Her tongue snaking out from her lips hidden behind her mask. So he had been outside? Clever. But not clever enough to have avoided the taste testing of his minor life forces. Her body turned around. Facing the male fully and immediately taking note to the sword in his hand. Some self-proclaimed warrior? Annoying. But that energy of his? She wanted it. Reminiscent, yet unfamiliar. "Mmm," a finger moved to the contraption fixated against her lips. Tapping against it in a faux contemplative manner before she wagged her finger. "Nope~" She replied in regards to his command. How rude, he didn't even ask. Demanding a young lady to move at his beck and call? Some gentleman. Maybe he skipped out on Manners 101 at Warrior University. "Nice sword~ Overcompensating? Or cosplaying?" There was a wicked smile behind her mask. Her hand shot forth and a long elongated note would radiate from her person. Her voice stopping the sea of dancing humans and causing them to stand up and erect. Eyes glossed over, hues shifting to pink as they stared on in a daze. "Dance on his grave~"With the command in place, the mindless wealthy aristocrats began to move forth in a wave towards the newcomer. Hands out and ready to inflict whatever bodily harm useless humans could do. The white haired girl would stand behind the crowd. Humming her tune and watching ad waiting. Did she have faith in these sacks of skin to do something worth while? Nope. Not in the slightest. But it would amusing to watch. No skin off her back if the bodies hit the floor. [ RAIDEN BALAUR ] MADE FOR MOONLIGHT DENSETSU |
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Post by RAIDEN BALAUR on Mar 30, 2017 13:42:17 GMT -5
-- Stand tall, never fall ! Normally a caring and warm gaze turned dark and hostile when face to face with this imminent threat. With blade in hand, the suited youth held the sword by his side—a grip so tight, any other weapon would have cracked under the pressure. Raiden loathed the fact he had been forced to take action, the convoluted energy pouring from him a nonsensical and foreign mix of good and evil. It's second nature to ignore one or the other, but to have it combined? Heads would undoubtedly turn and senses would be piqued. If he didn't handle this fast enough, the protectors of this plane would show and he'd find himself in the crosshairs of their light. However, he could have played 'dumb'; sat around and played victim as these benefactors suffered. But how could he? How could anyone allow such injustices to take place. Especially when they themselves have the power to make a change; to make a difference. " Then you die." He announced, voice deeper than a pit of tar as the mindless puppets attacked him—movements akin to that of a mob of zombies with haste. Raiden focused, allowing the surge of energy to flow through him. In an blink of an eye, those that attacked would be lifted into the sky and pinned upon the ceiling, unable to move as gravity played the ultimate constraint in this little game. Struggling to break through would prove futile—as if massive weights were pinned against their chests and cuffs held them down by the ankles and wrists. As long as Raiden maintained his focus, the innocent benefactors would be out of commission. At least in a perfect world. And we all know how perfect this world is.With the makeshift 'dance floor' more-or-less completely clear. Raiden dashed forward, a tap of the foot allowing him to take off like a bullet ejecting from the chamber of a firearm. If he managed to get within range, with masterful swordsmanship, Raiden executed a flawless diagonal slash; starting from the left side of the waist and ending at the right shoulder. The blade roared, purred like a lion in the Savannah—the weapon yearned for blood; lusted for the blood of the impure and unholy. |
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