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paixaorpg2012-08-09 01:09 am
trademark_skull) wrote in paixaorpg2012-08-09 01:09 am
Except the ones who are dead (Open/Active)
Character(s): Emizel, some nameless corpses
Content: Just picking through some of the leftovers, if there happens to be any.
Setting: Ruins of Paixao
Time: Early-late evening to night, week 42
Warnings: Death doing what Death does.
Note: This is gonna be a thing for quite a few hours and possibly over a wide surface area. Therefore I'm gonna use a 'party'-style format for once. Feel free to pick a location and time.
The bustling city had fallen so silent now. Streets that were filled with noise and words were now buried under a thick layer of rock and steel. With only a few landmarks managed to stay standing the city looked nothing more than a barren wasteland, surrounded by broken walls. So eerie, so surreal, it could give almost anyone the creeps just by stepping foot in it. But that was exactly why Emizel had to be here. After all if something isn't done too soon, this place literally will turn into a ghost town. There was little he could do for those that were still alive and kicking, and there was plenty around who could handle that better anyway. But there must be a lot fewer that can actually 'treat' those that didn't make it.
It definitely crossed his mind more than once about how death actually did work here. Did everyone just go to their respectful afterlives or something? Did the castle somehow have one of those too? Did some of the things here even have souls to begin with? Although the further Emizel went, the less sure he was. He started to grip the scythe over his shoulder tighter each time he came across a new body. Crushed, bled to death, all of them died just about the same way. And the number seemed almost endless.
And this... all of this, it all could have been so easily avoided had he not been so careless.
"... I'm sorry," he choked and stopped fidgeting with the scythe so he could tug the hood further down, and not look at the sights anymore. He was supposed to be hunting down spirits, not bodies. They're not going to rest in peace otherwise, not in a hell hole like this. "So, so sorry."
Content: Just picking through some of the leftovers, if there happens to be any.
Setting: Ruins of Paixao
Time: Early-late evening to night, week 42
Warnings: Death doing what Death does.
Note: This is gonna be a thing for quite a few hours and possibly over a wide surface area. Therefore I'm gonna use a 'party'-style format for once. Feel free to pick a location and time.
The bustling city had fallen so silent now. Streets that were filled with noise and words were now buried under a thick layer of rock and steel. With only a few landmarks managed to stay standing the city looked nothing more than a barren wasteland, surrounded by broken walls. So eerie, so surreal, it could give almost anyone the creeps just by stepping foot in it. But that was exactly why Emizel had to be here. After all if something isn't done too soon, this place literally will turn into a ghost town. There was little he could do for those that were still alive and kicking, and there was plenty around who could handle that better anyway. But there must be a lot fewer that can actually 'treat' those that didn't make it.
It definitely crossed his mind more than once about how death actually did work here. Did everyone just go to their respectful afterlives or something? Did the castle somehow have one of those too? Did some of the things here even have souls to begin with? Although the further Emizel went, the less sure he was. He started to grip the scythe over his shoulder tighter each time he came across a new body. Crushed, bled to death, all of them died just about the same way. And the number seemed almost endless.
And this... all of this, it all could have been so easily avoided had he not been so careless.
"... I'm sorry," he choked and stopped fidgeting with the scythe so he could tug the hood further down, and not look at the sights anymore. He was supposed to be hunting down spirits, not bodies. They're not going to rest in peace otherwise, not in a hell hole like this. "So, so sorry."
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His breath hitched into a gasp at the initial sight of the attack. There was no where to run, nothing he could do, practically paralyzed to try anyway. And took all of it head on.
No good could come of this. Taking just a couple of those hits already stung enough, it's hard to imagine what hundreds of them must feel like.
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He turned his back to Emizel and drew a sigh. “Looks like the only thing I found here was a failure.” The Nobody said in disappointment. “Just how do you intend to save anyone when you can’t even save yourself?” Xigbar looked back to the demon and wagged a finger at him. “Consider this a lesson: never bite off more than you can chew.”
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"... I-I'm not.." the voice was a bit weak and hardly audible. The only way to beat Xigbar it seemed was catching him off guard, keeping up with that speed was outright ridiculous.
"A failure!" with little strength he had left he cast another fire spell to engulf the Nobody. If he was to go down, Emizel planned to at least keep on fighting.
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Apparently he could.
Much to Xigbar’s misfortune he was greeted by the same flames he’d faced before, this time unarmed. He turned his back to them while attempting to teleport, however he could not fully avoid the spell. His coat set aflame well before he vanished from Emizel’s line of sight. The only trace left of the Nobody was the echo of his pain filled cry.
He appeared again behind the demon, dropping from midair and clumsily onto the ground. From there he went on to roll against it in an attempt to put the flames out. A string of groans followed Xigbar while he moved before finally he drew to a stop. Smoke rose from the Nobodies mangled coat as he sat up and brought his hand to his face. Between exposed fingers, Xigbar’s golden eye flashed open and stared at Emizel.
It looked as though the boy would need to learn another lesson: when to admit defeat.
Xigbar could not have looked happier to teach Emizel this, having suddenly risen to his feet with unnatural speed. A hand gripped the back of Emizel’s head – Xigbar moving too quick to track his movements. But it did not matter; Emizel would not be awake to do so for much long anyway. The last thing the demon would see was the pavement as his head was forced against it.
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Nope, Xigbar was indeed still alive. Perhaps Emizel would have tried to escape while the Nobody was still recovering but he wouldn't have gotten far. And before long it was too late anyway.
"--igrrrk!" the last thing he remembered was getting slammed, hard. The flame on his hood burst in retaliation to the impact, however since he blacked out rather quickly, it sizzled down to a slow and weak flicker in seconds. But it was still burning, which was possibly good news for everyone. The bad news though was that Emizel had stopped moving. Helpless, beaten, KO'd.