STR 92 || SPD 85 || VIT 000 || PRW 00 || STA 00 || DEF 150 [+25] STP 550/600 || HP 250/650 || SPI 170/220/color]
Strikes landed true, undoubtedly, these two anomalies were unrelated. Alas, this town was not covered in ice, so what was true about the villain of this land. Surely, it was the man they had seen originally. The man that was here .. but ... where was Ran?! Focus Guinevere. She gritted her teeth as she spun about, steeling herself once more as the icicles fell. Stronger, much stronger than things were before, she would leap from the ice directly towards Cocytus, the shards piercing her Tekkai yet not fully. Her leap would bring to fruition a spin, grasping her blade and filling it with Haki once more as she spun. Though she could feel her body weakened, wanting to rest, she pressed on anyway. Another blow, to survive, to protect. This town.
"Why am I never stronger ...." The droplets of tears that left her eyes would touch the cold air and become as crystals, pierced by the shards that fell. Scattering into dust and shining within the rays of sunlight. Just one, once more, a vertical blow towards Cocytus.
North Lotus
Avedis Angelus
Jubellation
Techniques Technique Name: Basic Busoshoku Haki Description: The user may cover a single part of their body (arm, leg, hand, foot, head, or torso) in an invisible armor for a single post. It is activated by the user, thus is cannot be used if the user is caught off-guard. Basic Busoshoku Haki can be used to increase the user's offense or defense by [50] points. This level of Busoshoku allows the user to touch the tangible body of a fruit user, as noted above. Basic Busoshoku can be applied to weapons the user is holding, but only for as long as contact is maintained. Furthermore, the weapon or object takes the place of the body part; i.e., Busoshoku will be applied to the weapon, not both weapon and hand, etc. Basic Busoshoku Haki can be used without the boost, but with the other effects stated in the technique, by expending [10] Spirit.
Technique Name: The Weeping Maiden :: Waterfall's Caress Description: Guinevere denses her muscles and hardens her skin, contracting them and covering them with a veil of power. During this time, she isn't subsceptible to damage that is lower than her Defense [DEF]. As well her body takes no adverse affects from techniques that can not exceed her protections. During this time her defense is increased by twenty-five [25]. She can move during this technique.
The ice below all would soon shatter after the woman jumped towards him. This time he would be ready to properly defend against her attack. His arm moving into position above him to block vertical blow as he would call upon the invisible armor to increase his defensive capabilities, while at the same time around Cocytus a dome of ice would form, and expand outwards at a rapid pace. The blade would cleave through the dome and hit his arm regardless of what happened after, but the dome's expansion if it collided with the attacking woman would send her flying away from him by a decent distance. 200 Feet to be specific.
Either way Cocytus would look towards the woman after the dome disappared wherever she ended up, arm bleeding from the blade cutting into it. "Woman, do not continue this. If you are one who is much like one of my associates then you came here for a specific reason, whoever did this to the village." He said as he motioned around at the carnage. "I was not the one who accomplished such a feat, it was most likely the man there." He said pointing to the white haired male. "Should you stop now, you could take him and leave, then we will meet again when you are stronger...and when I have commited an atrocity akin to this."
STR 92 || SPD 85 || VIT 000 || PRW 00 || STA 00 || DEF 150 [+25] STP 550/600 || HP 075/650 || SPI 170/220/color]
The expanding dome caught her frame and shoved her away, her grip lessening upon the blade as she was thrown. It went soaring, implanting itself within the ice, luckily, she had fallen back into it as well. Stopping herself with its sturdiness and halting there. She took in a deep breath and rose, gripping the blade by its hilt once more, glaring ahead. A drip of blood made its way down her forehead, beneath her gloves were also a bit warmed with the liquid. "I ..." She wanted to continue, she wanted to win in its entirety, but there was really no choice in the matter. The blood would hit her eyes and swirl into the tears, letting red rush down upon her face. She would nod swiftly, looking down, thinking not of herself but the currently missing Ran. "I suppose ... I do not have a choice." She muttered, pulling her blade from the ice and putting it back within its sheathe. She really didn't, even if she continued this, she already knew she would have lost. And this town had lost everything already.
North Lotus
Avedis Angelus
Jubellation
Techniques Technique Name: Basic Busoshoku Haki Description: The user may cover a single part of their body (arm, leg, hand, foot, head, or torso) in an invisible armor for a single post. It is activated by the user, thus is cannot be used if the user is caught off-guard. Basic Busoshoku Haki can be used to increase the user's offense or defense by [50] points. This level of Busoshoku allows the user to touch the tangible body of a fruit user, as noted above. Basic Busoshoku can be applied to weapons the user is holding, but only for as long as contact is maintained. Furthermore, the weapon or object takes the place of the body part; i.e., Busoshoku will be applied to the weapon, not both weapon and hand, etc. Basic Busoshoku Haki can be used without the boost, but with the other effects stated in the technique, by expending [10] Spirit.
Technique Name: The Weeping Maiden :: Waterfall's Caress Description: Guinevere denses her muscles and hardens her skin, contracting them and covering them with a veil of power. During this time, she isn't subsceptible to damage that is lower than her Defense [DEF]. As well her body takes no adverse affects from techniques that can not exceed her protections. During this time her defense is increased by twenty-five [25]. She can move during this technique.
Cocytus would nod to the woman as she stopped, seemingly to concede. Any ice still left shattering as the battle was no longer occuring. "Guinevere was your name right? I hope you are the one to take me down after we have both become as strong as we can be." The pink haired man would turn away and begin to walk off towards the ocean. "My name...is Cocytus." Would be the last words Guinevere would hear before his figure disapeared behind a building as he left the area.
STR 92 || SPD 85 || VIT 000 || PRW 00 || STA 00 || DEF 150 [+25] STP 550/600 || HP 075/650 || SPI 170/220/color]
Guinevere, pulled herself upwards, hoisting her blade fully from the ice. Covered in tears, and dripping in blood. She would drag the claymore over to the unconscious Niklaus. Pressing the tip of the blade against his throat. And hoping, with all of her might, that she may be able to end his miserable life. Though every second made things more difficult, she could not bring herself to press down. Even though she had killed men before, or led them to their very deaths. She didn't want it to be an excuse, out of self defense, even with the mountain bandits. She couldn't be that person, and even here and now, against someone who deserved it the most. Her hands could not conquer her tears. Her fears beat out her resolution, undoubtedly the world would be better off without this man in it. Simply because a portion of the world would shatter if he was allowed to remain, a single man who butchered an entire down was not one meant to live. yet live he shall, and Guinevere would never be able to stop him. Well, not in her current state at least.
Timeskip.
She stood, with her hands wrapped around Ran. Holding the unconscious man to her bosom and cradling him. She had left him alone, and this happened, neither strong enough to best their opponents and outmatched at every turn. They had no avenged these people, so much as taken aid for what they lacked. The Beast she had let roam free was defeated, only after she had left his side. What promises did she throw away ... Was this worth it. Could they ever grow stronger? She would hear Johnathan's laugh echoing in her ear. Maybe she was too much of a prude, too stuck up. Her ideals, they were shackles on her, but she liked the way they felt. The safety the brought, even so ... She couldn't save these people, she could not help Ran. It was all a series of worthless actions, and she being toppled at every turn. She lifted the man onto her back, and made her way to the ship.
Timeskip
She had bound Niklaus and pulled his unconscious body to the ship. Tossing him on board before making her way to the helm. She had not spoken, not even to Sue upon return. Her tears had not dried, and she feared they never would. She would undo the sails herself, slowly, the jerking of the ship alerted her. She had forgotten the anchor. She would do that too, lifting it from where it was positioned and tying it to the ship. Her helm would spin, looking out to the bloodied town. Wondering, against all odds, why had no Marine showed to protect this place. There was a recent announcement, about the Marines pursuing a young boy and wanting him dead. Was this child more important than the lives of these people? Were the Marines so corrupt that their petty grudges took precedence over the lives of the common man ... How disgusting. No wonder LeodeGrande has the ideals he did. And surely he was right, to want to abolish the Tenryuubiito system. Gods did not behave like this, the Dragons .... they were all inhuman. Certainly, but not of a Holy nature. The Demons ... Only Demons could let this carnage persis.
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North Lotus
Chaos Reclaimer
Jubellation
Techniques
Posted: Mon Jul 30, 2018 6:52 am
STR 92 || SPD 85 || VIT 000 || PRW 00 || STA 00 || DEF 150 [+25] STP 550/600 || HP 075/650 || SPI 170/220/color]
Wrapped in a Blanket
No matter how warm she got, it always felt that much more cold. She held her blanket close, to cover her from fears. Still, she had managed to get some rest. Her dreary attitude having exhausted her, but she saw them in her dreams. She awoke in a cold sweat, as if the Gods had ordered her to move. She could sense disaster, and the helplessness of man. She tore from the blanket and hit the floor running.for the bow of the ship. Her eyes could see it still, the blood and carnage. The Marines still hadn't come for it. She had barely waited for the boat to dock before she had leapt off of it. Her heavy boots hit the water, and she could feel her body weaken. Would they see it? The way her body heavied itself when it touched upon the ocean. She exhaled a sharp breath as she stomped from the licking of the waves and onto the beach. Drawing sharp breath, the young woman would muster up the strength to run toward the town, to its very edge.
And as she arrived.
She would slow down, almost to a snail's pace. She had begun her act, She was counting them, she was recording their faces. These people here would be forgotten by everyone, everyone but her. These people deserved to live, and if not in life then in her memories alone. She would take her time, she wouldn't miss anyone. No child, no man, no woman. No pet. She didn't write it down, it was just always in her mind, the numbers, they added up quickly. The tears held behind the floodgates of her eyes seemed to multiply more. If one were to see her lips, look at them, they would notice the inaudible motion of the numbers. Separating them, between young and old and then gender. The pets carved apart. She wanted to know, she had to.
"No ... I'm not really alright ..."
Her hands would tremble within one another, and her shoulders would shake. Frustration? Maybe, it was crushing the very air that she breathed. Still, she held back her tears, counting, torturing herself. These people deserved to be buried, had nice things said about them. No, they deserved to live. But in their after life, they had to be treated so much better than this. She could tell, just from the heaviness of her heart. She would have to do so much more than this. She would never let this go, and she would not leave the people here like this.
--------Sue's tongue flicked in the air as they neared the island. She could smell the death on the air already, her predatory eyes catching the dark forms of scavenger birds circling over the town overhead. This place had been abandoned by everyone but the virtuous Guinevere. The villages had fled and the marines had not seen fit to clean up the mess in the days since. Guin was already out of the ship as it beached itself on a sandy shoal, her feet crunching into the wet sand near the prow of the boat as it parted the sodden grains.
Sue was quick to hop down after Guin, her feet daintily avoiding the water as much as possible as she loped after the swords-woman. Still, the scent of blood and decomposition was driving her to her wits end. Instincts were trying to bring themselves to the forefront. Instincts she had rather kept buried deep, deep in her psyche. Her pale fingers would dig into her albino flesh, brunet claws digging red furrows into long, muscular arms. A growl rumbled in that svelte throat as she bared her fangs. A pained expression spread over her delicate features as she stared with slitted pupils at the carnage that the monster had wrought before them. "I....Rrrrr.....weel...dig."
Sue began digging holes for the dead, for them to be buried, still clawing at her own flesh to keep herself distracted from the bodies. Perhaps to someone who didn't understand her, she would appear to be disgusted by the massacre. But that was not the case, Sue was doing everything in her power to keep from giving in to her basest of instincts.
Statistics
Techniques
Misujage
North Lotus
Posted: Tue Jul 31, 2018 10:21 pm
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××××[ It always hurt him seeing the pained faces of his leader. The ride returning to the sad island was long and silent. As if the trio were coming to terms with an impending cruelty they wanted to part of, and yet, behold it they must. Aside from checking on the others, fixing them meals, and exercising his body, Ran could do naught else but steer the ship. And over the period of time he started to realize two things. His body seems to be fundamentally different than it was before. Whatever that accursed tree he got sealed to was, it changed him down to the core. It’s not a matter of regaining his old strength. It isn’t even a possibility anymore. This isn’t the same body! He had inklings. Ideas. Doubts. But now, he’s certain. The second thing is, his emotional state. Though severely reduced, he doesn’t seem to have his fits as rage as much as before, and the cruel bloody sights that has mentally hammered at Guinevere, barely bothers him. Rather, it excites him. Fueling him into a euphoric sensation, enacting his desires to combat.
Accepting this, he isn’t as gung-ho about leaping off the ship like the others. As he properly docks, and prepares for a short stay on the island, Ran walks. He doesn’t want to be here, because even now that horrible vile metallic stench of blood lumbers through his nostrils, flaring up his excitement. He grasps his face with a hand, shaking his head dutifully to toss out the bad thoughts. Right now, he needs to be there for them. Yes, that’s right. Them, and only them. Focus. Remember her words. All that matters, is Guinevere, and Sue. This is enough to focus him. For him to exhale, and move forth once more. With crossed arms, he watches Guinevere move about. It’s as if she’s torturing herself for not being able to secure the lives of these people. Yet, telling her it isn’t her fault won’t bring any results. It’d only frustrate her more. He nods to Sue as she says she’ll dig graves. “Let me help you. We’ll...leave Guin to her devices for now.” And so, he goes to find a shovel--an act that doesn’t take very long at all.
He couldn’t possibly move as fast as Sue in digging the graves, but move he does. The further down he goes, with each grave he finishes, the solemn silence of the massacre hovers more and more grimly over their heads. Then, he thinks. Why had the Marines not come here? This is...it’s more than enough to warrant their attention, right? An entire Island under their watch was completely annihilated by the hands of a sole Pirate. Yet, judging by the looks of things, it’s the same as the first time the group came here. Which means not a single Marine had come through. Did they simply give up hope. These things, these...thoughts, they burn deeply in the man’s heart. “It’s sad, isn’t it, Sue? These people couldn’t be saved. The bad men took everything from them, and now, they are gone. They can’t eat, sleep, grow, play, love, or be together anymore…” His shovel stops.
He turns to the reptile in his dirt covered armor. “...that’s why we have to stick together. You know? We have to be there for each other. Keep each other safe. Cause...you and Guin are pretty much all I have. So I don’t want anything happening to either of you. Don't want you winding up like these poor people…” His eyes trail to a pair of children, holding each other tightly in a hug for comfort. Taken far too soon. Ran can only think one thing as he sees this horrible sight. Life, just isn’t fair. ]
STR 92 || SPD 85 || VIT 000 || PRW 00 || STA 00 || DEF 150 [+25] STP 550/600 || HP 075/650 || SPI 170/220/color]
Me too ...
She had found herself standing before a small flower, it sprouted from within the cracks of the cobble stoned street in defiance. Staring up at her, not a drop of blood had graced its presence. Was it a weed? Was it not supposed to be here? All of those things seemed irrelevant, to her it was the last surviving member of this village. She would kneel down, and lower her hand over the flower as if petting it. She would touch the thing to ensure it was real, that it was not some farce her mind had created. Trying to trick her into believing there was still life in a land such as this. The tips of her fingers would grace the petals to see it was real. It was alive, and it breathed, alas the air it could take in was saturated in iron. She could smell that too. Even its roots were slowly becoming stained, as the ground where it drew nutrients was sopped in blood. It would die too. Her fingers went to work, moving the stone from around the flower, it didn't budge. Crack. Her hands hit the street and jimmied the flower loose, carefully and surely pulling it from its roots until it was free. Blood dripped from it, but that was fine, she could get that cleaned up. Because even with all of this mayhem, it had survived. She would make sure it did, to carry on the legacy of these people, their memories. At some point in their lives, they must have all seen this flower, and carried their lives after. This would be their save point, and she would carry them with her for as long as she could.
With the flower in hand, and a bit of untainted dirt, she would continue her mission to record the people here who could not be recovered. It felt like it took an eternity.
Three Hundred And Sixty Two Dead. Eight Four Elderly One Hundred Twenty Five Adults One Hundred Fifty Three Children.
She would hold the flower tight, bits of dirt falling from her fingers and trying to keep it together. Slowly she would make it back to where she had seen Ran and Sue working. Digging graves, and the work would not soon be done. She would have to help. With every face she could remember, every size grave they would have to dig them all. She would walk passed the graves that had already been constructed. She would dig a small hole away from the carnage and put the plant inside of it. At the top of the graves. Before rising, her tears hadn't stopped, but they weren't as severe as before, nevertheless with little strength she would manage a smile.
"Three Hundred and Sixty Two." She would smile through her tears, and nod in understanding of what they had lying before them. She would speak no more than those few words before she would grab a shovel. SHOVEL?! FROM WHERE? Dunno, town let it magically appear she wasn't about to walk back into town because Misu forgot to write in her getting a shovel so it was here now. Deal. hate from the bleachers, get your father to buy you some edges when he gets back from the store. EITHER WAY! She would start digging with the shovel she had just obtained, silent, her tears salting every grave she dug. This place, they deserved to be remembered here, and she would do the best she could to ensure it happened just as she wished. This was the limits of her strength.
Little did my daughter know, these limits, were Beautiful.
--------Cruor poured down Sue's arms from long gouges left by slate nails digging into the albino flesh. The alabaster scales were stained a deep carmine as the irony, thick syrup mixed with the saturated copperish mud that Sue was digging for the graves. She only stopped to occasionally pull at her own feathery hair, yanking the strands hard enough to elicit a grimace.
Broken from her self-mutilation by the sight of Guinevere carrying a mostly untouched lily, the nearly untainted flower was the only pure sight in this place of violence haunted by the scent of fear and death. It was a serene beacon that Sue focused on, able to keep her mind from spiraling deeper into a bloody frenzy as she finished the last few graves. This entire town, in the span of a few hours, had become a massive communal grave. Three hundred and sixty two dead in all, no one spared.
