RedXCross

Fantasy's Shattering

Based on what's been going on, I kinda expected that Sable would split off. I was planning on taking off with Mal, but I think I waited a little too long. This is why he works solo and from the shadows usually...

Fantasy's Shattering

All of Mal's abilities are high-damage with serious drawbacks - a serious glass cannon. The dark blades eviscerated someone once, but the damage it does tends to be sporadic because Mal has direct control over it. Let's just say you're not gonna walk it off after without some serious resistance :)

Fantasy's Shattering

@Zoldyck It's all in good fun. Miscommunication tends to shake things up a bit. I used "explosion" as more of a descriptor than anything else, like the dark blades blast out from his body in all directions, so the "explosion" is more of the blades themselves than an actual explosion.

Fantasy's Shattering

Now, Mal was planning on leaving them alone and waiting for the guy with the eye-patch to get there. He had only the one target (two if you counted the information he needed). The Crimson Streak had done nothing to convince him that she needed to be dealt with. Was he a little brash? Maybe, but then again, he wasn’t really sure about the idea of a “comfort zone” either. He was only really asking her to wait out the other man, and possibly weasel out any information the mercenary had. Two birds with one stone, so to speak. He got a closer look at the other people that were approaching. One of the figures he saw seemed unfamiliar, but she appeared to be rather friendly with the red warrior. He was about to introduce her to the conversation when a quiver went through his body. The spirit inside him started to shudder violently, as if it had discovered another force coming his way. He glanced upwards, trying to find the source.

Then, with a mighty yell his perception changed.

Mal’s eyes went wide as a heavy force smashed into his side. In the split second between the heavy blow and his impact with the ground, his body and mind did several different things: His eyes flashed bright red as the sigil on the side of his neck spiraled from its centre point. His body tensed all at once as he felt the spirit inside him beginning to explode. His grin disappeared as he already felt his skin begin to rip as the spirit rushed towards any opening it could find.

“Fuck! Not now!” He snarled. His voice sounded like the cry of a frenzied, tortured animal.

Blades of dark energy burst from his core. Shaped like axe-blades, they blew out in all directions and smashed into the ground and the sides of buildings, leaving heavy gashes in the sturdy material. The largest blades struck out towards every possible threat in a close proximity. An asterisk-shaped wound slit through the top layers of the skin on his chest, causing blood to drip down once more as small shreds of fabric were torn off his hood. His back hit the ground. The blades exploded all at once in every direction in a similar fashion to how he’d torn apart that headmaster so long ago.

And it frustrated Mal to every extent that he could not express any control over it.

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<Snipped quote by RedXCross>

Mhm... suuuurrrreeee...
Just be carefull, someone might think you're hostile and we wouldnt want a fight now would we?

@Zoldyck

One of the best things I read was a biography from a writer, in which he discussed how frustrating it was to write a character, because you might want them in one place, but the next thing you know they ended up on an island somewhere taking a break. The writer has some control, but sometimes a character has more control if you're not paying attention.

So I can't help it if Mal wants to make up for yesterday. That's just in his nature :3

Fantasy's Shattering

Whoops. I really wanted to get moving to that library, but apparently Mal had different plans :P

Fantasy's Shattering

Mal’s mind was sharp and his body refreshed as his eyes snapped open in the later hours of the morning. He stretched his back slowly as he moved to his feet and pulled back at the linens around his body. The wounds were still there, but they were already scabbing. They were bleeding quite a bit the day before, but they weren’t all that deep. He quickly assessed himself and the bedroom.

By taking a deep breath, he was relieved to feel that his magic was flowing through him again at his full strength. Sometimes all it took was a
decent meal and a night’s rest to reinvigorate him for another day. Carefully he coiled the spiked chains around his waist as he glanced out the window into the yonder. He knew that he needed to find a library stat, and the best place for that would be Infinitum, unfortunately. Already his spine was crawling at the idea of stepping into that over-glorified self-serving kingdom of which the Imperator calls his home, but he also knew that he wouldn’t be finding this “Zyaxomort” any other way.

Even so, it was several days away. Mal would probably have to walk a decent distance unless he could find some sort of ride. There was always the possibility of finding some other school along the roads: some place he had missed, but his main target was in mind.

Carefully he placed his hand against his chest. The spirit inside was calm at the moment. Well, it was still slightly agitated, but the presence of that man and the relic was enough to put any magical being on edge. So, with his belongings back in order and his strength filled once more he shoved the bloody linens back in the drawer, descended the stairs and bolt towards the exit of town without a second thought. He was just passing through town square when his eyes caught sight of the woman in red from the day before.

He paused for a second. Wherever that girl went he knew for sure that the eye-patched man followed her. He wanted eye-patch man dead. He also wanted to go to the library and figure out what that random guy had been talking about.

His grin faltered only for a second, but the insatiable bloodlust was already twisting his intentions as he sauntered over to the girl.

“My my,” He chuckled, “I didn’t expect that a relic hunter like yourself would stay here overnight. Are you not in a rush?”

He was at full strength this time. His hands were crossed behind his back as he leaned towards Sable.

This time, he would not let them think he was weak.

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Pretty much. There's also a very real possibility that only about 5 people are left in this. Fun times.

@TheWindel

Odd... There was a whole crowd like a week ago. It's been awhile since I've been part of an RP, but I guess I forgot how fast people could leave. A message of some sort would be nice, but Spring Break is definitely a possibility.

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I'm probably gonna sit back for a bit... maybe consider transitioning to another day shortly if "team" crimson is all good to go?

The Road --Currently Closed--

@Horonir Where did you go? The thread's kinda being dominated at the moment...