Post by Prophet_of_Plague on Nov 25, 2018 19:43:14 GMT
Schísimo tilted her head. "Not toy?" She didn't seem to understand his motivation. "Beds every five floors. Rest in hell heals wounds, but ache stays." She noted, seeming to check out both Leslie's and Yuhao's injuries again. "Good to know." Leslie nudged Ardrugas. "Use of beds for other purposes is sin." Schísimo growled. "Especially use of toys." The fury crossed her arms and looked away from the group.
Leslie rolled her eyes and started for the door when it opened, only to stumble to a halt. "Woah!" She looked down at swirling stormclouds, only a few inches of white between the door and a sheer cliff face. Schísimo walked past and casually took a right, walking down a narrow ledge running along a cliffside. Leslie leaned out to look and found there was a sheer wall to one side and the vast expanse of the sky on the other. "Ardrugas, take my hand. I'm going to guide you." She gently took Ardrugas and gingerly lead him out onto the ledge.
"You should probably leave her here." Ardrugas said to Yuhao once he recognized the situation. He felt something odd as he put his foot on the ledge. "That's not rock. It's bone." He realized instantly from the texture. He could feel Leslie tense up. "Well, that's hell for you." Ardrugas played it up with a smile. "Yeah, I guess it is." They began to venture along the ledge, looking up to see cavities worn into the bone's surface, hideous naked birds sticking their necks out to watch those passing below. The wind carried the scent of rot, but also something strange. "Do you hear singing?" He asked Leslie. "Hm? No." They stopped to listen. "It's nice..." Ardrugas mumbled. Yuhao would start to hear it as well. Haunting notes that rose and fell, beckoning him forward.
Yuhao gently placed his new "friend" down in a safe location listening to Ardrugas's suggestion. Using his stellar step he was easily able to walk casually across the bone walkway while he looked at the scenery. He was about to mention the lack of a enemy when he heard the same singing as Ardrugas. "I hear it too it sounds somewhat familiar," Yuhao said as the song reminded him slightly of a girl he had met once from a visiting sect that focused on cultivation techniques that focused on the voice and namely singing. While he knew the girl had a much better singing voice the song still made him stop in his tracks as his ears strained to find the source of the song.
Post by Prophet_of_Plague on Nov 28, 2018 6:35:19 GMT
The singing grew louder as they approached the corner, but Leslie still couldn't hear a thing. "It's really nice." Ardrugas' voice was dull and flat. "Schísimo! What is that song!? Why can't I hear it!" Leslie called forward. The fury took a long time to respond, turning slowly back to her. "...pretty." She mumbled. "Yuhao, Ardrugas! It's some kind of siren thing! Cover your ears!" Leslie clapped her hands over Ardrugas' ears. "Ow! Leslie, what-where-oh crap. It's something to do with sound?" Ardrugas already hated this place, but to go through deaf.
"...I'm going back. I can't fight here. I need solid ground and my ears." Ardrugas kissed Leslie and backed off, covering his ears. "I can't argue with that. We'll come back when we're done here." Leslie helped him stay on the ledge until he reached the elevator and continued back. "Yuhao, whatever it is, it seems like only some people can hear it. I'd want everybody who can hear it gone, but... well, obviously that's not going to work out. Can you fight deaf?" Leslie asked, sword at the ready in case the voice compelled Yuhao to attack.
Yuhao nodded as he solidified qi in his ears to block his hearing. He then created a stellar field around himself to instantly pick up anything that entered from any angle. "Looks like you are the star of this floor Leslie," Yuhao joked as he unsheathed his sword and made his way to the sound. He was glad that he could rest after this floor as he had spent quite a bit of qi from the enemies and would need some time to recover after this floor. He did worry about Leslie fighting on such an uneven ground as she did not have a movement technique like his to traverse this terrain so he figured in this fight he would let Leslie be the main attacker while he kept her from falling off and deal with any enemies that did prove too difficult for the knight to fight alone.
Post by Prophet_of_Plague on Nov 28, 2018 19:25:27 GMT
"It does, doesn't it." Leslie sighed. A middling knight of Albion, taking the lead. She didn't like it. A mighty paladin should have led the way here, but she was the only one accepted through the storm. She was uncomfortable with each step even as they rounded the corner. She had grown used to wearing armor over the years, but now she truly felt it. Her missing leg, unresponsive and sluggish, felt like it would drag her down at every second. If Yuhao were able to hear, she would allow him to do this himself. They turned the corner and if anything, the ledge got narrower towards the end, where Leslie realized it ended. Schísimo was standing on the narrowest portion, not looking especially worried.
Leslie hesitated and looked around, just in time to see something swooping down at Yuhao. "Yuhao! Above you!" She pointed up, realizing he couldn't hear her. Whether he looked or not, he would find razor-sharp talons kicking out at him as a vibrant blur passed him. The figure slowed down below them and Leslie caught a figure that wasn't bird or human, but both. Her torso and head seemed mostly human, even with her light pink skin. Her neck was long, her eyes almond-shaped with long lashes. Her red-brown hair was short and feathery, matched in color by most of the feathers on her bird parts, those being the wings in place of her arms and everything south of her belly-button.
She casually clung to the cliff below with one leg, scratching herself behind the ear with the other. Her mouth silently moved, singing a song Leslie could not hear. "Yeah, that's a siren. I hope their appearance isn't as appealing as their song." Leslie looked at Yuhao with worry. The bird-woman's slender form was only covered with a sports bra, presumably because anything else would restrict her flight. Leslie was beginning to understand it. Those affected were all attracted to women, while Leslie very much wasn't. Weren't they lucky she was here!
Yuhao even though he couldn't hear picked up the enemy through his stellar field. He nimbly jumped out of the way and gracefully landed safely out of the way. Yuhao tossed his sword into his left hand and prepared for the Siren's next move. "Get read Leslie!" Yuhao yelled louder than needed due to his inability to hear. He then used his stellar step technique to run down the cliff after the Siren in an effort to chase her towrds Leslie. He just hoped that this Siren wasn't part of a pack or something. Once he got close to her he flipped over her then jumped off the side towards her ready to slice towards her midsection.
Post by Prophet_of_Plague on Dec 13, 2018 22:33:40 GMT
The siren’s eyes widened when Yuhao charged her. She jumped backwards and flapped away from the cliff, flying well out of melee range. She circled, watching the two carefully. Leslie dug in her bag, listening to the song to make sure the harpy wasn’t approaching. “You are underestimating a knight of Albion! I am Leslie Bone, the curse knight! Learn the meaning of that title!” She pulled a loose collection of sticky notes from her bag, all of which had eyes drawn on them in ink. While the harpy just looked on in confusion, Leslie tossed them into the air and took one giant swing. Gale-force winds went off from the power of the blow and Leslie was only saved from falling by embedding her sword in the bone wall.
Her sticky notes went fluttering in the wind she kicked up and one managed to land and adhere, just for a second, on the harpy’s toe. Instantly her vision went into confusion, the clouds below and Yuhao showing instead of what was right in front of her. She blinked in confusion and found it did nothing as a thought came into her head, unbidden. “Cross out the eye on the paper.” It was not her voice and not Leslie’s, not quite. The siren’s song faltered when she realized what had happened, but it was too late to keep the sticky note attached. It blew away in the wind and her vision became a blurred mess as it tumbled away. She was turning more green as she started driving down towards Yuhao.
Yuhao frowned as his attack had failed him. That said Yuhao watched in curiosity as Leslie dug into her bag and tossed an assortment of sticky notes into the air. Not aware exactly what those notes did Yuhao watched as one landed on the Harpy and how the demon reacted. He quickly knew that he couldn't let one of those touch him even if it was by accident. So any that looked like they might hit him he quickly sliced in half out of the air then turned his attention to the Harpy that was coming after him. He quickly formed a star and shot it after the harpy. He then followed it up by bringing his sword down towards her neck in hopes of decapitating her.
Post by Prophet_of_Plague on Dec 18, 2018 5:37:08 GMT
Yuhao was at little risk from the sticky notes, few fluttering back towards the cliffside after the initial gust carried them out. Even less dangerous was the siren, disoriented and effectively blind. She blundered right into the swiftly formed scar, leaving a burning trail right over her wing. She screamed, a cataclysmic noise. The cliffside shook and even cracked, bone dust falling over Leslie. She pressed her palms to the sides of her head, but it did her little good. The noise abruptly ceased when Yuhao's blade came down. The bird woman tumbled down into the sky in two pieces. Leslie sighed and looked down, watching her vanish into the clouds.
"I know you can't hear this, but good work. You did-" She stopped when a rumble came from above. She looked up to see a misshapen boulder tilting over the cliff above, unbalanced by the siren's scream. "Oh, hell." She grumbled as what she realized was a tooth tipped over the side and came tumbling down at her and Yuhao. She pulled back her sword and took a deep breath. "Catch me! MOUNTAIN CLEAVER!" She yelled and swung her sword in an enormous overhead swing into the falling molar. The attack pulverized the object, turning it into bone dust and bits of raining pulp. The blowback swept out, pushing her off the ledge. She closed her eyes and grit her teeth, hoping Yuhao was strong enough to stop her fall.
Yuhao after he had decapitated the Harpy unclogged his hearing. He caught the tail end of Leslie's words. He then saw the boulder coming down on them and Leslie cleave it in two. He quickly sheathed his sword then jumped in the air and grabbed her out of the air and carried her bridal style back to a safe spot near the elevator. "Dang that armor is heavy," Yuhao complained as he released her from his grip while he looked around to make sure no more enemies decided to pop up.
Post by Prophet_of_Plague on Dec 20, 2018 6:37:51 GMT
Leslie breathed a sigh of relief when Yuhao's grip on the wall held. She still felt queasy until their feet were back on what counts for solid ground. "I've been wearing armor since I was 13. You tend to forget it weighs anything after a while." Leslie shrugged and lead the way. Without further incidents or attacks, they arrived back at the elevator quickly. Leslie slowed when she heard voices.
"Seems like your pet is awake." Her admiration for his skills was fading as she remembered his erratic behavior. She was still bound when they entered the elevator, as upright as she could sit against the wall. "Hey. How long has she been awake?" Leslie asked Ardrugas. "Only a minute. You can talk to her yourself you know." He nudged her in the ribs. "When I'm ready." She grumbled. The captive was staring at her and Yuhao suspiciously. The moment they stepped in, she had gone silent.
Yuhao nodded at Leslie's comment about the armor as he had noticed similar effects with the weight of his sword. He quickly shrugged his shoulders and then moved to his captive and crouched in front of her. He gave her a warm and friendly smile then reached to his side and offered her a flash of water he usually kept on him. He patiently waited for her to drink and then speak while he gradually began to recover his qi via the method of being able to meditate while being completely conscious. He tried to keep as friendly as a face as possible so as not to scare her and to try to get her to speak.
Post by Prophet_of_Plague on Dec 29, 2018 6:20:39 GMT
Yuhao’s captive leaned forward, awkwardly taking the canteen in her bound hands. She spilled it on her face with her clumsy movements, but didn’t seem to mind as she chugged and chugged. Finally, face soaked, she politely handed it back. “Thank you.” Her posture hadn’t relaxed. She was still looking at Yuhao with a wary expression. Leslie realized the problem and knelt by the captive. She whispered quickly in her ear and stepped back to the other side of the room. The soldier’s expression softened after a brief moment of surprise. She didn’t fully relax, but she was no longer glaring at Yuhao. “So, do you have a name?” Leslie asked.
“...Fifi Lefleur.” She spat, directing her spiteful eyes at Leslie this time. “I can’t believe it! Ahahaha! I thought maybe it belonged to your girlfriend or something! I can’t believe my head was nearly taken off by a fucking Fifi!” Leslie and Ardrugas had to support each other. “It seems when she searched me she found my identification.” Fifi toppled as well to lay on the floor of the elevator.
“If you didn’t want me to, I wouldn’t have shared. Promise.” Leslie grinned, putting her helmet back on. “...and I wouldn’t have withheld it even if you didn’t know. I said you can do what you want. I won’t deny you anything.” Fifi mumbled from the floor. Schísimo looked down at her with what may have been amusement as the doors swung open. What greeted them here was unusual. Gleaming gold reflected blinding light, shining from every surface. The street was literally paved in gold, golden statues rising above, a stately government building at the end of the road coated in gold panels. It took a few moments to blink through the glimmer to see what really lay underneath.
The sky was a toxic orange and purple, like a bad peanut and butter sandwich in color. The statues were of grotesque demons, twisted, inhuman maws impossible to hide with a little shiny metal. “Realm of Belial. Prepare for judgement.” Without a moment of hesitation, Schísimo stripped off her battle armor. Leslie winced, while Fifi didn’t even seem to notice. One wall of the elevator opened up, revealing a strange robe, so red it looked freshly dyed with red, just as marked with claw marks and bits of bone as her battle armor despite looking expensive in material. “Ready for court?” She asked them, stepping onto the golden road. More furies had gathered, settling on the statues and towering walls all around.
"Well Fi welcome to the crazy parade," Yuhao joked as he placed his flask by his side. He then stood up from his position and stretched slightly. Before he moved out of the elevator and immediately turned red and looked away when the Fury changed clothes. He almost didn't notice the part about a trial and after a few seconds the qords clicked in his mind and evident fear flashed in his mind for a few seconds before he calmed down and put his usual smile on his face.
Post by Prophet_of_Plague on Dec 30, 2018 8:36:58 GMT
Fifi didn’t move until the fury grabbed the back of her fatigues, dragging her to her feet. “You are coming.” She shoved the captive ahead of the rest, letting her feet touch the golden road first. Fifi stumbled to a stop, only walking when it looked like she would be shoved again. “Do you think we should untie her? You got all her weapons, didn’t you?” Ardrugas whispered to Leslie. She looked at the back of the woman before her, unable to catch herself if she fell. “...no. We still don’t know what we should do.” Leslie hated the grin on Schísimo’s face when she spoke. What could she do? She wasn’t risking her team for a stranger.
They passed under a grand arch, marked with an unsettling golden face, not warped like those of the demons but instead too perfect to truly exist, even as a mask. The furies perched atop chattered and growled, jerring at the sinners and whistling at Schísimo. She waved back, pointing at Fifi. The others sniffed the air and a chorus of whoops came from above. Fifi shrunk down, staring at her feet as they walked on. Leslie broke away from Ardrugas’ side and grabbed her, pulling her close. “I still don’t really trust you, but, well, stay closer to the group.” She looked up at the furies, who only seemed to be kept at bay by the greater force that lay in the building ahead.
The knight shuddered and the group entered what was immediately apparent as a courthouse. They descended a marble amphitheater to stand in the center of an obscenely huge central circle. The judge sat high above. He was the embodiment of pomposity. Stern, hard face, nose held high. White hair done in a style that hadn’t been popular in anybody not wealthy beyond imagination in history. Half-circle glasses to look down on those beneath him. “Welcome to the court of Belial.” He grumbled from atop his pulpit, quiet like he couldn’t be bothered to speak up.
“Prosecutor, step forth.” He waved to Schísimo and she skipped forward. “Defense, I will permit you to keep your personal affects due to special circumstances. The Master of Games included this in his deal with us.” The apostle of Belial looked through a long contract, eyeing those below with annoyance like it was their fault he couldn’t have them stripped and disarmed. “The defense has one minute to prepare before the prosecution is loosed.” The judge said. Schísimo was pacing, yipping and squeaking in excitement. She eyed Fifi especially hungrily. Leslie looked at her and saw that she was stoic as ever.
Yuhao gulped nervously at all the talk about trial and judgment in court. While he wasn't worried about anything when it came to combat the thought of facing a task he couldn't handle with power did bother him quite a bit. He gripped the handle of his sword tightly and glanced around at the various enemies that surrounded them. He wondered if need be if he could force his way through them all if he went all out though he wasn't sure if he did how well he could protect Fifi or even his two allies.
That said the moment the words were mentioned that they could keep their weapons he actually thought he had a chance if there was a use for his sword then the floor may very well become a battle. He closed his eyes and forcibly increased his gathering of qi to the point that a light blue qi could be seen visibly encompassing his body. While he did that he also slowly made his way to stand near Fifi so as to allow him the ability to protect her if things turned bad. "Sister please stay close to me if things get rough," he ordered as to her so she wouldn't stray far and get killed. Though unbeknownst to him and those without impeccable vision in his aura was flecks of reddish orange qi scattered about that wasn't the same as his usual qi color.
Post by Prophet_of_Plague on Jan 4, 2019 8:44:27 GMT
“As you wish.” Fifi stuck near Yuhao as the judge ponderously brought down his gavel. “First! Step forward, Yuhao.” The moment he did, Schísimo was on him, sniffing and shoving. “Sins of lust. Most fulfilled, rise!” The apostle of Belial slammed his gavel and a plume of smoke spewed from Yuhao’s torso. It swirled away, gathering in Schísimo’s arms. She formed it with surprising dexterity into a form that swiftly solidified into a human girl, somewhere between 13 and 14. She blinked her black eyes at Yuhao and giggled, slipping out of the fury’s arms to run at him.
She gleefully jumped into his arms, where he would find she was soaking wet, dripping water from her clothes and midnight hair. Leslie leaned forward to see what was going on. Ardrugas just seemed bewildered, hearing but not seeing anything that was happening. The girl smiled up at Yuhao, then swung a hand full of webbed claws at his face. Leslie yelped and lunged to help, but Schísimo was quicker. Her whip grabbed Leslie and drug her forward. “Lust! Xenophobia! Wrath!” The fury chanted and the gavel banged.
The things Schísimo shaped first were shades stripped of all defining features but those of place. No faces, no skin, just ghostly fog wearing the stereotypes of distant lands. Burly men and women of the north, jewel-decked Egyptians, armored Symphonians. Next came two knights faces covered by their armor. Leslie recognized them anyway. The taller of the two was her boyfriend in the knight’s college. The other was a more recent fling from when she was on duty out by Hadrian’s Wall. An exact copy of Ardrugas solidified behind the others, a dreamy grin she had never seen him sport pasted on his lips. The last thing that formed was a child with a bruised eye.
“What… no, come on…” The child didn’t respond to her plea, just staring up with that big purple blotch around its eye. Ardrugas had rushed to help Yuhao, but the fury grabbed him next. “Lust! Wrath!” The spirits she formed from Ardrugas only made a single former target of lust, a fomorian woman without lips or eyelids. Much more common were the results of his wrath. A dozen injured spirits appeared, red light streaming from their injuries to mark them out. The entire squad of Fomorians that Yuhao had fought alongside Leslie’s knights was there, alongside dozens of other Fomorians, humans, and Cessarians. Schísimo released him and looked for her last target, only to find her in the stands.
She appeared to have run, only to be pounced upon by the furies sitting on the steps. One had Fifi pinned and was slowly running corroded bronze talons across her face. “MINE!” Schísimo roared and they scattered. She pulled Fifi off the ground and smiled. “Murder.” The gavel banged. Three people formed, wounds glowing like those facing Ardrugas. All three were muscular and stripped to the waist, but otherwise utterly dissimilar.
On the far left was a leaner man who resembled Fifi herself, down to his blue hair and a piercing in his lip. He smiled sadly at her, neck dangling to the side from deep red furrow crushing his adam’s apple. On the right was a woman with green hair, entire bare torso riddled with stab wounds, front and back alike. Her fist clenched around something, safeguarding it from view. In the center was an enormous man, blond hair allowed to grow slightly beyond the buzz-cut the other two haid. A single bullet hole in his forehead glowed like the sun, a towel around his waist all that covered him. Fifi was dropped to the ground, furies behind, spirits before. Vengeance on all sides.
Yuhao barely dodged the clawed hand with only sustaining a single shallow scratch on his face. Instantly he broke free from the girl and jumped high into the air and instantly sent several stellar slashes at the opponents of Fifi while sending one remarkably close towards the Apostle. He was remarkably angry right now as not only had they created a clone out of somebody he hated they even went as far as making it during one of the happy moments he did have with her. The rage bubbled up in a loud yell infused with qi that would shake the hearts of those that heard it. He then while falling quickly formed a star in the palm of his hand and charged at the phantom ready to bash her face in with all of his anger. These demons made a huge mistake with their choice of enemies for him and if given the chance he would end them there.
Post by Prophet_of_Plague on Jan 6, 2019 6:49:34 GMT
Yuhao's spirit dropped to the ground in a damp heap, crying out at being abandoned. His stellar slashes caught the spirits approaching Fifi and turned their heads. Fifi took full advantage, jumping onto the steps where the furies had been. The stabbed woman turned and charged Yuhao, the other two giving chase to Fifi. The apostle had no such durability. His eyes only had time to widen before the podium was smashed to splinters and he vanished behind it.
Yuhao's final attack was the most effective. The dripping creature raised her claws again before Yuhao closed in. Before she could swing, his star met her mouth. With a piercing scream, her head turned to steam. Slowly her body collapsed to her knees and flopped over. Before he could pay attention to Fifi, the green-haired woman lunged from behind, chopping at his neck with her arm in the hopes of crushing his trachea.
Ardrugas and Leslie were neck deep in enemies, taking hits from all sides as they fought. Phantoms born of wrath and xenophobia merely left wounds that burned and stung, but Leslie's lustful foes were causing a deeper harm. Each sword blow that glanced off her armor brought unwelcome memories to mind. The faces of her lovers flashed in her mind, beckoning for her attention. They demanded she submit, take off her armor, and die in ecstasy.
"Ardrugas! Switch!" She slapped his shoulder and spun to swing at the lust spirit that threatened Ardrugas. She saw herself in the crowd, color lacking from her armor and curves rounded, but clearly herself nonetheless. "Ah, got it. Watch out Leslie. I'm really fond of your mountain cleaver." Ardrugas warned as he lunged into close combat with her former lovers. "You're a sucker for flash!" Leslie teased as she attacked her own clone.
Yuhao crouched down narrowly avoiding the blow to his throat. He then threw a barrage of chain punches at her stomach from the position he was in after turning around then finished it off with jumping back and throwing a star at her face. All the while his qi was burning brightly enough for anybody to notice even if they weren't capable of sensing qi. The anger of seeing his ex fiance caused him to unleash everything he had without care if burning out.
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