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originally posted in:The New Dojo
11/17/2016 9:12:09 PM
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"This venomous insect isn't afraid to bite."
[i]Desmond said, a rather..demented smile crossing his lips. The Ka'kari slithered down his body, covering him eventually head to toe in the black, oily substance. Where his eyes were, pools of green fire danced. He was the epitome of a walking shadow, except for the faint, defined outline of his body and muscles. [/i]
"I, am the face of Retribution. I, am Kàge."
[i] He whispered, more to himself then the Inquisitor. With that, he launched himself towards him, strangely disregarding the lines..[/i]
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[b]The Inquisitor pulled upwards once more, the swirling [url=https://i.imgur.com/qUrOgUM]mass[/url] in the sky a mixture of black cubed energy and the red lines. He was faster as long as he had the portals...[/b] [b]He slowly fell back down farther off, arms folded, as the red lines continued to circle Desmond crawling across the surface of his 'armor'.[/b] [i]"I suppose... I suppose I simply had faith that the Empress had not fallen so far from grace... To end up with someone so vile... It is... Frightening..."[/i] [b]The Inquisitor sighed with a somber frown, dragging the heels of his metal shoes along the ground as he backed up, waiting for the right time to explode the now covered Desmond.[/b]
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"If that's frightening, than I'm your worst nightmare." [i] Desmond swung a fist through the air at the Inquisitor, but as he did..a [url=https://imgur.com/a/s4fUV]sword[/url]materialized in his hand. One with a long, slim blade, pitch black metal. Symbols were etched down its length, and the handle was wrapped in leather bindings. Instead of a fist, the Inquisitor had a sword coming at him..one that didn't seem all that normal in essence. Desmond didn't seem the least bit concerned with the lines around his body, the Ka'kari protecting his skin. That object was certainly strange..who knew how many other applications it had.[/i]
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[b]The Inquisitor clenched his fist until the lines began to combust, bright red flames climbing around Desmond. But they weren't natural, only growing as they pushed against him.[/b] [i]"Don't think you are scary... The only terrifying thing about you is your personality..."[/i] [b]The Inquisitor was beginning to see the fruitlessness in his task. Desmond was advancing and his tricks were running short... Loss seemed inevitable... But there was one last thing... The failsafe.[/b] [i]"Be a shame if I learned you have a hard time flying..."[/i]
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[i] Desmond didn't necessarily like the sound of that, but The Inquisitor's flames weren't harming him. They swarmed Desmond, but clad in the skin of his Ka'kari, they were sucked in..Desmond's outline glowing faintly orange. The Black Ka'kari, the original of the six, was the Devourer. And that's what it did..it devoured. [/i] "Sometimes that's all it takes." [i] Desmond said with a sneer, finally ending up in front of the Inquisitor and lashing out with the sword at the man's throat. [/i]
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[b]The Inquisitor merely moved his hands upwards, luminescent blood spilling out from the new cut as the hand blocks the swipe.[/b] [i]"Together then... We will determine our wills."[/i] [b]Suddenly, the Inquisitor reached out and grabbed Desmond by the shoulder, as he fills a quick pulling sensation as he is flung upwards into the gateway, only to suddenly be pushed out another... Except... In space... Below, the planet of Tatakai.[/b] [b]The Inquisitor let go as a grin passed his lips, floating backwards slowly as the low gravity moved him gently... Well... This was certainly a new way to handle the situation...[/b]
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[i] "Did he just-"[/i] [quote]Yes. We're in space. [/quote] [i] Desmond, not one to be caught off guard was well..caught off guard. Given the Ka'kari was around him in a shell, he had an air supply, albeit a limited one. Considering using his Talent had it's own energy pulses..[/i] [i] He thrust a leg and let loose an energy extension of his leg, pushing him forwards. Ok..he'd just have to use his Talent to move around. [/i]
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[b]The Inquisitor raised an eyebrow as he closed his eyes... He had brought them into space, but not far enough... That was the point. Oxygen was only a part of the problem... The real struggle came next.[/b] [b]The Inquisitor didn't try to resist the gravitational pull as he slowly sank back towards the surface, sweeping past Desmond... He'd follow soon, now it was up to him to survive... Besides, if either survived... They'd certainly have won the fight.[/b]
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[i] Desmond almost laughed. He was trying to turn them into meteors..human meteors. Well if that was the case, Desmond had no plans to let the Inquisitor get that far. With pulses of energy blasting from his legs and arms, he flew towards Aurox and slashed the sword viciously at his back; the blade coated in Ka'kari. It didn't matter how tough his skin was, Retribution would eat it alive. [/i]
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[b]The Inquisitor kept his eyes clamped shut as he plummeted, the swords sinking into the first layers of his flesh, the bright red blood seeping out.[/b] [b]But he didn't try to retaliate, his steely expression unchanging.[/b] [b]Slowly, the atmosphere began to catch the two, flames catching both as the Inquisitor is slowly burned, Desmond likewise... Then they began to pick up speed... Lost of speed.[/b]
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[i] The flames were taken in by the Ka'kari, but Desmond could feel his skin being scorched in places. The artifact could only do so much. It'd keep the flesh on his bones..but barely. [/i] [quote]This is one way to go out huh? Plummeting from space. [/quote] [i] "Shut up." Desmond snarled at the Ka'kari in his head.[/i] [quote]You won't die.[/quote] [i]"That's the issue."[/i]
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[b]The tall man swiveled slightly before turning feet downwards towards the surface... He was... Preparing to land.[/b] [b]His body was scorched and his skin turned black, blood still seeping from the openings... But the moment his eyes opened he gave Desmond an amused look...[/b] [b]He mouthed something unseen before holding out a hand, a small, yet bright rose forming in the palm.[/b] [b]A gesture Chloe had made, signifying a promise... But it seemed the Inquisitor's promise had just burned up.[/b] [b]Then, the clouds... As they moved they sloshed through the cloud cover, getting drenched only to burn up again the next moment... Only moments now.[/b]
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[i]Oh no you don't.. Desmond thought to himself, screaming inside at the second and third degree burns on his body. The Ka'kari was doing its job..it'd have to do some more in a moment. Desmond lashed out with his hands, massive hands made of Talent energy, a translucent white bounded off of Desmond's as attachments, grabbing the Inquisitor by the torso and legs, holding him in a vice grip and squeezing the life out of him. If they were both going to hit the earth..Desmond didn't leave anything to chance. [/i]
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[b]Despite being near death, the Inquisitor was not going to submit... Red lines dancing across him before connecting with Desmond, tearing away at his covering...[/b] [b]Seconds now, and the tall man had passed out, but his abilities remained functional and protective... Cascading across Desmond and creating immolative effects... At least until...[/b] [b]Nothingness as a pulling sensation caught Desmond, and he quickly found himself in an isolated place... Except for the Inquisitor's body... Like they were being pulled through a gateway once more...[/b]
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[i] Desmond screamed as his flesh seared and was flayed from his body, but the energy held onto the Inquisitor's body. He wasn't letting him go, no matter where the hell they were, or where the hell they ended up[/i]
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[b]Then... They were on the ground, back at the court, a small group surrounding them.[/b] [i]Let go now, Desmond...[/i] [b]Chloe's soothing voice crept into his mind even though she spoke no words...[/b] [i]It's over...[/i] [b]His pain began to subside as the Inquisitor's power disappeared, only to be replaced with Chloe's own abilities, the healing process like warm water over his entire being... It would hurt, but he wouldn't die...[/b]
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[i] Desmond's energy faded, his eyes staring at the sky as he could feel his body burnt to a crisp, only finding respite via Chloe's powers. But there was a part of him that didn't feel right..like it wasn't over. Nothing in this world came easy.. he couldn't speak, but the Ka'kari still covered him, helping Chloe's healing process.[/i]
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[b]Slowly, his wounds began to revert, but it was cold feeling... The warmth was quickly replaced, the chill spreading out through his body.[/b] [i]Lay still... You have suffered many injuries...[/i] [b]As Chloe did her work, Desmond could hear chanting in the back of his mind, like the monks were praying... Under these conditions, the Inquisitor would have died... But Chloe had taken an oath. He was wounded, and like it or not, he would receive the same treatment... The process wasn't slow... She fixed most wounds and burns quickly, more than should be possible for any one being.[/b]
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[i] Desmond snarled, the Ka'kari receding back under his skin but still keeping up with the healing process. If that jackass was still alive.. He wasn't taking Chloe anywhere. Otherwise he'd see what the world's greatest Wetboy could do. [/i]
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[b]The pain eventually disappeared, and Desmond could feel his burned nerve endings return without so much as a pinch... [/b] [b]Chloe sat next to him, hand on his chest, wearing her typical dress, green lines dancing across Desmond like a beat.[/b] [i]"How have you not died without me around? If you live to forty, I'll be quite surprised."[/i]
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[i] Desmond did his best to ignore the chills that ran down his spine as her hand was on his bare chest, eyes staring at the sky. [/i] [i]If you only knew.. he thought to himself.[/i] "I've got a thing for bringing myself to the brink of death. It's quite the rush." [i] He says dryly. [/i]
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[i]"I'm sure... You must be very proud..."[/i] [b]She mused, slowly pulling her hand away, causing the lines to recede. Around her the monks stood, staring at Desmond and the now awake Inquisitor.[/b] [i]"Well... To think if you had come a second later our dear Aurox would have perished..."[/i] [i]"Once again our Empress proves to be the most pure of all..."[/i] [u][i]"Sen!"[/i][/u] [b]The monks shouted in unison, doing a strange dance before falling quiet once more. Obviously the religious leaders were off their rockers, but that meant pale, white, and judgmental was now conscious.[/b] [b]Chloe sighed and gave the monks an annoyed stare, causing them to shuffle back in hushed mumbles and whimpers.[/b] [i]"Now it's just teaching you not to resort to violence..."[/i] [b]Chloe remarked with a slight smile slowly getting to her feet.[/b]
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[i] Desmond didn't say anything, standing up slowly. He still only had jeans on, his shirt never having been there. It was strange, this was the first time Chloe had seen him in anything that wasn't armor..much less shirtless. The black and white rose tattoo stood out on his collarbone and covered the scar where his master had stabbed him; other, minor pale scars littering his body. He spent a lot of time either training or hitting the gym, because while he wasn't muscled like Lance, what he did have stood out prominently. He was in shape, but he wasn't buff, purely for the fact he had a Wetboy's body. Shorter, lithe and graceful. His biceps and chest/stomach were outline with chiseled muscle, but it was clear he was more suited for speed and not power. Just like a trained killer should be. He unconsciously laid a hand on the knife at his thigh, where he'd strapped it back in earlier, looking for the Inquisitor with curiosity..and a little anger. [/i]
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[b]Chloe tried not to stare, hiding the blush that wanted to rise in her cheeks... Instead she turned to the pale man with hair red like blood... Quite different than Chloe's who had hair like a warm fire.[/b] [i]"Well... Interesting seeing you here, Aurie..."[/i] [i]"Likewise, Empress..."[/i] [i]"Care to explain?"[/i] [i]"Crisis at the citadel... Your parents have been overthrown and the laborers are being executed... I came to seek your help before your... Mutt... Came and disrupted me..."[/i] [b]Chloe raised her eyebrow at the Inquisitor who was mostly left in burnt rags... He was fit, but lean and lengthy... Most likely a man who issued commands more than carried them out.[/b] [i]"Is that so...?"[/i] [b]Chloe's gaze clouded for a moment as Aurox looked at Desmond, his expression still reading like a frustrated military officer... But he didn't move, continuing to lay still as the monks whispered among themselves...[/b]
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[i] Desmond looked at Aurox on the ground, itching for a reason to pull the knife on him.[/i] "He said he was here to take you home, and because you've expressed feelings to me that contradict that action, I decided he wasn't going to." [i] Desmond said plainly, it was true. Chloe said she didn't want to go home, and while he had no clue what kind of combat prowess she possessed, if any, Aurox and the monks would have taken her by force if they'd had to. Desmond knew it, they wouldn't have taken no for an answer. [/i]
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[i]"He's right... I don't want to return home. The constant fighting is unbearable."[/i] [i]"Then what will we do? The elite core will kill us without a leader to stop them."[/i] [b]Chloe thought for a moment, more or less torn between helping the people and staying away... There never was a compromise.[/b] [i]"My Empress, think of the greater good here... We can't stop them ourselves..."[/i] [i]"Does the Inquisition still follow the Fay Family?"[/i] [i]"To our deaths..."[/i] [i]"Then I hereby pronounce Aurox as the new Emperor..."[/i] [b]Stunned silence, except for the Inquisitor who never showed any emotion.[/b] [i]"Is that even allowed?"[/i] [i]"Can Aurox really be royalty?"[/i] [b]The monks began to panic, realizing that a military chieftain would fix the issue but lead to constant law... And even monks liked to have pardons... They were more concerned with Aurox's sense of justice.[/b] [i]"If possible... I accept..."[/i]
