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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2012 5:19 pm
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SPECTATOR
When Eisheth and the others left through the crowd to find a spot, Kiwi scarcely noticed. His eyes were on the Famine colonists traversing the walkways, shuffling into seats, talking amongst themselves. He had thought those in the Lost Clan to be the only survivors. In fact, til this day, he had never even been told this sanctuary existed. It nearly brought a tear to his eye, knowing his beloved people still thrived here, as resilient as the swarms of insects who built their nests underground to survive the harsh environment. He was meaning to speak with a few of them, when the familiar sound of the Famine elder's voice caught his ears.
A trial!! The impact of the moment hit him like a sandstorm to his back. Kiwi hadn't witnessed a trial in quite a long time. He had been kept back from the Horseman Trials, instead sent with a few other clansmen on a rare and much-needed FEAR run. So the chance to see this with his own eyes was important, especially considering a Hunter was their prime source of entertainment.
Kiwi glanced about, soon spotting Eisheth's crimson garb and tattooed head in the crowd, Mei leaning against her, Heidla seated beside them. He hurried forward, jumping across several seats to drop down carefully on the stone railing beside his friends. His legs dangled out across the front as he shifted his weight, allowing his wings to fan out comfortably.
"This looks amazing!" he grinned to his fellow horsemen, barely glancing up from the battle below. "I didn't have the chance to attend the last trial."
The sight of the distressed, half-dissipated creature below sent an odd tingle of excitement through him. The beast seemed to be putting up a valiant effort. But a half-destroyed creature wasn't nearly enough for a pest of her strength. He cupped his hands across his mouth and shouted down: "MORE ENEMIES!!"
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2012 5:39 pm
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"Of course, hunters aren't normal humans", Eisheth grinned with irritation, as she remembered how the hunters' weapons work. "Because they use the power of us, of our kin, to fight. They weaponize the Fear creatures to empower themselves". She sighed. Capturing a free creature and having them to serve you, to empower you, - yet another reason for hunters to die.
"When one is seeking power, it's their duty to become stronger, you won't be any good just borrowing power from others. Humans can fight with their own Fears themselves, after all. So, hunters should be considered abomination even by human standards".
The alchemist turned to death priestess and Shikoba. "Would you agree?".
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2012 5:44 pm
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"Whoooaaa", Heidla whined. "I just remembered why I hate hunters - besides their making our isles go bust. They dissolve such cute monsters and make them slaves shut up in their ugly weapons. That is sooo cheating and unbecoming. I wish we could awaken the consciousness of their swords and bring them back to their true form!"
She signed and looked at the arena with irritation. "But look at her! She's still putting up a fight! Mortals, why are they so keen on continuing a hopeless fight? I know we need it, but still it is soo silly! Pitiful creatures, they even do not know when to die...."
Well, that was definitely childish, but she could not help it! Besides, the chimaera was too lovely a creature (wasn't there something of a seal in its form?), and Heidla wished it could win.
She nodded while agreed with Eisheth's remark. "You're right. Once abomination, always abomination. And they can't even help it! That's as I stated - Hunters are most ugly, most dishonest, most wicked kind of our enemies".
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2012 5:59 pm
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SPECTATOR
"Survival is merely staving off death in the end, no? In it, I agree, there is beauty like no other." Blood ran down the Hunter's leg as she dealt the chimera a strong blow, mixed with sweat, dust, and the tang of metal and flesh. Beauty indeed~ His fragment's siren call sang louder in his mind for a few moments.
And then, a grunt after Eisheth's musings. "I spare no attention to what our prey might or might not think about these would-be predators," Shik answered. "For it does not matter to me what they believe. But I agree with the loud one: bring more competitors to the challenge!" A fist beat on his chest below Medea's spiral mark as the horseman joined in the excited growls and shouting.
~ ~ ~
Mort didn't appreciate being called an "it", but he let it slide with just a look shot at the alchemist. Sadly, Mei, he could not say the same. "Not pleasant," he said quietly, memories of so many visceral events playing before him. "But yes, can survive longer. Have shield protecting like us, m-made've FEAR from weapons. Prevents serious injury until is destroyed."
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2012 6:02 pm
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SPECTATOR
At Mei's soft smile Kiwi gave a friendly grin and nod, turning his eyes back to the scene below. His ears picked up on Eisheth and Heidla's conversation, and Kiwi leaned forward, palms balling to fists against the stone wall. The low-life manner in which those humans chose to fight them was one of the things that angered him most. The Amityville students may not be direct horsemen but they were still of the same flesh and FEAR. His eyes narrowed on the girl below, and he nodded to Heidla's statement.
"Those wretches must use a powerful trickery, to subdue a Hallowed soul into such a state that it will bond with them." His words held a bitter edge. "No horseman in their right mind would so much as nod to their kind." He crossed his arms irritably. The anger rising in him brought with it the hunger. Odd, but since obtaining the small FEAR fragment now entwined to the bracelet on his left wrist, the greed for power had actually quelled, died down ever-so-slightly. But the gem was shimmering in the light, simmering with a need for raw power just as his own anger simmered with a need for human bloodshed. His dug his nails into his arm, doing his best to control himself.
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bipolar bee rolled 2 10-sided dice:
10, 10
Total: 20 (2-20)
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2012 6:11 pm
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2012 6:16 pm
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2012 6:30 pm
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"Nooooo!" cried Heidla in utter irritation. "This hunter b***h actually managed to kill the lovely chimaera!"
That was. Not. Fair. Everything in Heidla's soul rose against this abominable hunter, and she was about to urge to kill the human, when on double thought she realized that the battle was not supposed to end soon.They were supposed to squeeze every ounce of fear out of them. "They, Are. Despicable", she signed. "Hunters. Never to be pities. Never to be forgiven. I wonder why should people - so easily frightened - accept the existence of such a twist of human nature? Shouldn't the Hunters be pursued and prosecuted by ordinary humans? Aren't they afraid of them?"
Picking up on Mei's comment, she asked bluntly: "Like what? Can't imagine anything that would be so contrary to my nature. If you don't mean our own kind, of course", she smirked.
She wondered silently whether the chimaera could be resurrected later. That was so Heidla - thinking about cute creatures. Fear-wise cute, that is.
Yayoi sorry, I didn't see your reply, so had to change my post to add a reaction smile
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2012 6:34 pm
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SPECTATING
"Note that might not be in best condition," Mort pointed out. "Was kidnapped to their d-dungeon after all. But, ah, good meeting, Eisheth."
And then the scream punctuated the chimera's fall. Mort wondered briefly, wildly, if the horsemen just had a random menagerie of exotic creatures at hand for events like this just because. Were they feral, mutated mini pets? Or actual - no. That was absurd. Halloween denizens wouldn't sign up just to be slaughtered.
He pause to watch the head hit the ground, pondered, and then turned his head to face the Famine elder and Medea, one hand cupping his mouth. "Let have chance to heal before next match!" he shouted. It was hard to tell exactly how well the Hunter's shield was holding, but it would do no good for her to fall down now.
It also, somehow, stirred something close to pity watching this. Having a semblance of what it was like to fight against forces that seemingly would eradicate him regardless of how much he fought. that spirit, that sense of being an underdog - initiate or not, Mort couldn't help but find some sympathy. It was wrong and he spited that part of him that felt this way, yet there it was.
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2012 6:51 pm
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MOAR MONSTERS PLEASE, Eisheth hadn't shouted, though her voice, polite and calm, should be loud enough for Famine elders to hear.
"Good to meet you, Mort", she nodded to the student, a bit arrogantly, but still, welcoming. "I am Famine alchemist, and if you are Mei's friend, I will consider you as my ally". She smiled; of course, the boil wouldn't be able to see the smile due to her kerchief, but after years of wearing it, Eisheth managed to smile with eyes, as well, and that should be enough, anyway.
She nodded, agreeing with Shik and Heidla, her eyes focused on arena. She was non-emotional at the moment: she didn't consider hunter as a human being, or as her enemy, she was just examining and memorizing every move, and every detail.
...that's why she missed Mei's argument about them using humans in a similar manner, otherwise she would probably argue.
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