Evil of the Three Kingdoms

[altima]

Aug 25, 2012 1:20:31 GMT -5 @altima said:

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[atrb=bgcolor,680000 ][style=color: FFEAF2; font-family: century gothic; font-size: 17px; text-align: center;]LET THE ROADS OF RUIN GUIDE YOUR IMPUDENCE TO A SWIFT EXECUTION![/style]

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[style=background-image: url(http://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i231/Lunar_photos/background.jpg); border-left: 10px solid FFEAF2; border-right: 10px solid FFEAF2; background-color: 680000 ; font-size: 11px; font-family: verdana; color: 382F32; text-align: justify; padding: 15 20;][style=border: 6px solid 941019; float: left; margin-right: 8px;][/style] The east always had this peculiar relationship with Ivalice's fallen angel. Her travels had brought her to stop in the land where the sun rose in full glory every morning and the scent of man's labor was pungent in the air. Grotesque of a thought to behold, and more so when living it. Such conditions normally just brought Altima close enough to end it all in a sea of flames, but she was surprisingly calm today. Dressed in her decorated mantle, and taking care to hide her wings as shoulder decorations, the angel was enjoying a cup of well brewed tea leaves at a lakeside restaurant. The language barrier meant little to her. She knew how to get her point across to the greedy mortals. A simple flash of the coin and off they went to treat you like their emperor. Altima only desired a pot of their best tea, but got a feast worthy of the imperial family. Easterners were mystical indeed; even beyond their combative capabilities. She returned to her drink and the sight of the lake. Her sources led her out of Agrabah and into this world as another spot of interest towards the conquest. Once more, Altima had very little understanding as to why her servants would bother in such a primitive world that clearly held no auracite for her to retrieve. Every second she sat could be better spent towards bending the will of man under her heel and restoring her generals to glory. It was only the fact that their last lead had introduced them to a worthwhile individual. There were two, but only one struck her interest. She had no patience for brats. The waters were still and the air still cold from the morning. A simple peace that even she could enjoy for reflecting. Altima knew better than that though, and her instincts towards events to come had flared up a while ago. Someone would come today. Who it was, she could not say. [/style]

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[claire]

[atrb=border,0,true][bg=eeeeee][atrb=width,500,true] [STYLE=width: 100px; height: 100px; border: 10px solid #111111; float: left; margin-top: 20px; margin-left: 20px; margin-right: 5px;][/style] [STYLE=text-align: left; font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; margin-top: -2px; width: 410px; color: #212121;]— LET'S SEE WHO IS THE STRONGEST.[/style] [STYLE=text-align: left; font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; font-size: 20px; margin-top: -6px; margin-bottom: -3px; width: 410px; color: #212121; letter-spacing: -1px;]All you love is turned to ash.[/style] [STYLE=text-align: justify; padding: 5px; border-left: 7px solid #111111; border-top: 5px solid #111111; background-color: #f3f3f3; width: 400px; font-size: 10px; color: #212121; margin-left: 20px;]So here she was in another useless world. Claire walked though the streets of this pathetic little town earning odd looks everywhere she went. Of course and evil stare or a flash of her chakrams would make the people avert their eyes pretty quickly. What was with all these people anyway? Didn't they have anything better to do than look at her? Maybe they didn't get many visitors around here. Regardless Claire found it quite rude. Oh well. She'd just have to destroy this place. Maybe then the villagers wouldn't be so discourteous to their town's visitors. Clare walked for a while until she came upon a restaurant of sorts. She was getting pretty hungry so she decided to go in. There weren't many people and none of them earned a second look from the raven-haired girl. None except one, a woman with platinum hair who exuded a great darkness not unlike her own. She wanted to talk to this person and she didn't really care whether or not the the woman wanted the unexpected company or not. The chakram wielder made her way over to the woman table and sat on the opposite side, sitting sideways on the chair with her back against the wall, her left arm using the back of the chair as an arm rest, and her feet propped up on the chair next to her, using it as a foot stool. [red]"So what brings someone as dark as you to a world like this? Planning to burn it to ashes at all? I don't doubt that you could. I'm thinking of doing it myself. These natives have no sense of hospitality."[/red] Claire said to the woman. Something about this woman told Claire that she was not a native of this world herself which was one of the reasons why she opened up this potential conversation with the lines she did. Claire wondered what the woman's reaction would be to her bluntness and calling her out as a being of darkness right off the bat. Only time would tell as Claire waited for her response.[/style] [style=font-size: 10px; text-align: center;]TEMPLATE BY SAMARECARM OF OTE + BTN[/style]

[altima]

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[atrb=bgcolor,680000 ][style=color: FFEAF2; font-family: century gothic; font-size: 17px; text-align: center;]LET THE ROADS OF RUIN GUIDE YOUR IMPUDENCE TO A SWIFT EXECUTION![/style]

[style=border-left: 10px solid FFEAF2; border-right: 10px solid FFEAF2; background-color: 382F32; background-image: url(http://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i231/Lunar_photos/JapanesePattern2.jpg); height: 20px;][/style]

[style=background-image: url(http://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i231/Lunar_photos/background.jpg); border-left: 10px solid FFEAF2; border-right: 10px solid FFEAF2; background-color: 680000 ; font-size: 11px; font-family: verdana; color: 382F32; text-align: justify; padding: 15 20;][style=border: 6px solid 941019; float: left; margin-right: 8px;][/style] "You've some nerve to act with seething impudence sow; be it an untold well of bravery or the ignorance of a fool." Altima spoke out to her guest. This was growing to become a tale she would gladly shove down every bard's throat in Ivalice; if only to spread the irony of how quickly those of darkness attracted each other. Courtesies were about as apparent as a roach in a cesspool with this one. Part of her wanted to simply eradicate the being right on the spot with one of her arcane spells, yet the other appreciate the earnest feelings she displayed. Those who walked the realms of the dark tended to be more expressive of their desires compared to the withdrawn light. Altima's red pupils looked her over to see if she would be like the rest of these villagers. To her dismay, the eyes told her no more secrets than what could be shown outwardly. This brash female had a stronger heart in the continuum between light and darkness. There would be no quick analysis supplied with proof of their past with this one, and yet another to add to the growing list of those similar. She would excuse the rude entrance of her new companion, as there was little desire to start spilling blood on such a fine morning. A small sip from her still warm tea, and then she replied. "I fail to see what pleasure could be derived from claiming checkmate within the first move mortal. You would fashion a red flag with that, and upon that will the oxen come...driven by the madness of red in which we have woven for them. That is a nuisance that should be saved for the weak and the inexperienced." Altima gently placed the cup down and placed two plates in front of her. With a knife in one hand and masterful usage of chopsticks in the other, she sliced into the maple-colored skin of the roast beast. A generous portion for the lady, and a lighter fix for herself. "But we both know you are neither of those, lest you be another one of those maidens who wait upon the steps of a whorehouse to pleasure the needs of its patrons. You need not define your sense of joy and anger in such narrow terms young one." the angel gently said, placing a bit of stirred vegetables, steamed fish, and a stewed broth of tofu onto the plates. She handed the woman's serving carefully, but never locked eyes with her. The knife was elegantly placed down after cleaned. She could tell some of the hostess were ready to take her orders at a moment's notice, all in which thanks to her generous tip to the lead manager. Altima did not want to waste such finely prepared food, even if it was not fit to the level she was used to. Trash upon trash, but even then one could learn to enjoy the splendor of junk. Heaven's fallen advocate expertly placed a portioned piece of white fish flesh into her mouth, and let the rich oils of the creature of the sea dissolve into her doll-like mouth. Food was always a great connector to life. Mortals ate to live, and killed to eat. It was a great cycle that screamed of irony. Man had long since detested the thoughts of death to their own, but had no qualms ending the existence of those beneath them. Vegetation, animals, vermin, it mattered not. How ironic they stirred so violently when it was their turn to become the morsel upon a chef's cutting block. Altima chuckled at the thought, and continued to eat. She swallowed her current piece, the roast beast, with some tea, before continuing. "You've a name yes? I find an interest in you young maiden, who have not yet sold your chastity upon hesitation's door step. Dare I..." Altima began her idea, but stopped to smile instead. It held no warmth, just darkness only found in those whose heart held no light. "No, I won't say it. Let us change the pace of this meeting. Everything from this moment onward is under your reigns young lady. What joys shall you discover upon this attainment, I wonder? [/style]

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[style=background-color: 680000 ; color: FFEAF2; text-align: center; font-size: 12px; font-family: century gothic;]HELL HATH NO FURY LIKE THAT OF MY IRE[/style]

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[claire]

[atrb=border,0,true][bg=eeeeee][atrb=width,500,true] [STYLE=width: 100px; height: 100px; border: 10px solid #111111; float: left; margin-top: 20px; margin-left: 20px; margin-right: 5px;][/style] [STYLE=text-align: left; font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; margin-top: -2px; width: 410px; color: #212121;]— LET'S SEE WHO IS THE STRONGEST.[/style] [STYLE=text-align: left; font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; font-size: 20px; margin-top: -6px; margin-bottom: -3px; width: 410px; color: #212121; letter-spacing: -1px;]All you love is turned to ash.[/style] [STYLE=text-align: justify; padding: 5px; border-left: 7px solid #111111; border-top: 5px solid #111111; background-color: #f3f3f3; width: 400px; font-size: 10px; color: #212121; margin-left: 20px;]It would be a lie to say that Claire wasn't at least a little caught off guard by the odd way this woman spoke. She could understand her just fine it just wasn't they way people talked on her home world or really any of the worlds she's been to. Claire actually found the dialect to be quite pleasant to the ears although she didn't make a good first impression on the raven-haired girl by calling her a sow. Claire's patience wasn't so thin that she couldn't take the insult and just fly off the handle. No, she kept her cool and and just brushed off the comment. It took a moderate amount of self control to do so however and it resulted in her remaining silent and this allowed time fore the woman to speak once again. She essentially said that removing the lesser lifeforms from this world so early on would only prompt a larger retaliation against the attacker and would more than likely result in the attacker being overwhelmed and destroyed. Or at the very least it would end up being a needless and unnecessary fight for the attacker to bring upon themselves. Giving it a moment of thought Claire could see the logic in the woman's words and ended up agreeing with her even if said agreement was not spoken verbally. Claire watched as the platinum-haired woman picked up a knife and started cutting into the good sized slab of roast that was on the table when she spoke once again. At these words Claire got kind of worked up. [red]"I get your point but you should really think twice about comparing me to one of those girls again. You should take your own advice and not weave that red cloth. I'd rather this conversation stay pleasant."[/red] Claire replied as the woman placed a plate of food in front of the chakram wielder. It was true, she did not wish to fight but she wouldn't be called such a thing. Not by anyone. Claire reached into her belt and brought into the view of the woman a folded butterfly knife that she had "purchased" from a vendor on her way through the town. She unfolded the knife in a graceful and elegant display of swirling blood red and shiny silver as the brilliant read of the handle an the reflective surface of the blade itself glimmered in the early morning sunlight peeking in through the window Claire was leaning against until the raven-haired girl stopped the ballet of the blade and stabbed her portion of roast with it, picking up the entire piece of meat and raising it to her lips and taking a healthy bite out of it then dropped the roast back onto the plate with the knife still embedded in it as the woman asked her name and telling Claire that she was intrigued by her. [red]"Wanna know my name huh?"[/red] Claire responded after she swallowed her bit of meat. [red]"I suppose it couldn't do any harm. It's Claire. And since you've seemed to have given me control of the conversation tell me, what's your name and what kind of interest could you possibly have in me? I hope it's not an intention of parading around as an ally while devising some kind of plan to use me as your pawn then disposing of me when I've fulfilled whatever purpose you'd have for me. I know. Specific isn't it? Let's just say it's been done to me in the past and I don't take to kindly to it."[/red] Claire finished. Her tone leaving no room for speculation that she might not be one hundred percent serious be cause she was.[/style] [style=font-size: 10px; text-align: center;]TEMPLATE BY SAMARECARM OF OTE + BTN[/style]

[altima]

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[atrb=vAlign,top][style=margin-top:5px; width: 90px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; font-weight: bold; background-color: #680000; color: #f9f9f9; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 3px;]ABILITIES:[/style]	[atrb=vAlign,top][style=width: 305px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 10px; padding-left: 5px; border-left: 1px dotted #b3b3b3;] What a wild ride this has been thus far! She couldn't help but raise an eyebrow to how this woman conducted herself in front of others. That brash tone of indifference towards courtesies, yet it held a stinging undertone that usually connected to a bitter past. Whatever it was that egged Claire on would have made for excellent leverage, especially given how naive she acted. There was just an interesting paradox to it all! She mused on it while studying the way her guest ate; almost worthy of a barbarian or brigand! Facial twitches and mental restraints flashed for a moment, which were dead giveaways to a observant foe. Particularly at the sow and comparison to a concubine part. Did this Claire-person have a terrible past with males? Or perhaps a mommy-daddy issue that are the rage with young adolescents in this generation? There were far too many questions for such a muddled picture. She gently cleaned every speck of white flesh off the bones of her steamed fish, taking a moment to cleanly wipe her lips of any mess. Though they appeared to come from two different social classes, both ladies remained composed at one another's word games. It was because this remained a word battle, that Altima continued to hold such confidence. As for her good nature, the tides turned for the worse upon hearing the level of impudence in Claire's tone. "And what exactly...could you do?" [/style]
[atrb=vAlign,top][style=margin-top:5px; width: 90px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; font-weight: bold; background-color: #680000; color: #f9f9f9; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 3px;]ACTIVE EFFECTS:[/style]	[atrb=vAlign,top][style=width: 305px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 10px; padding-left: 5px; border-left: 1px dotted #b3b3b3;] The air around the hidden seraph turned foul and cold. Words filled with vehemence that had a long while to stew and ripen. It only took a few words, yet the atmosphere of the entire restaurant was seized in the lucavi's velvet hand. The application of presence and strong emotions may have been a simple concept on paper, but ever so powerful in practice. All motion halted at this change within the area. Sweat beading down deafened eardrums and the silence in the shop was thick. So thick, that a knife would shatter into shards if an attempt was made to cut it. Her bloody red pupils gazed upon Claire and made it clear for her to see a blaze of hatred burning within them. Souls of men and women, young and old, writhing in the very inferno of her gaze; which was a silent warning towards Claire. Altima would not take any sort of sass. Though filled with hate, there was a sense of maternity that perhaps would perplex Altima's guest. It was a correction towards disrespect, but also a display of what Claire could possibly achieve as well. The angel sighed, breaking off her murderous intent that had paralyzed the entire shop. She simply snapped her fingers and whispered an order of fresh tea with confectioneries for two. Her hostess scurried off with added haste, as if a lesser member of the pack had to deal with the alpha. "You fail to realize Claire that even though all in the world are chained to the merchant's trade of uses, not every page in his pocket book is riddled with hidden satchels of greed. Besides...why is it that you inquire what use I have of you when it was you who stepped into my presence? Should this question not be directed at me, but at the one who seeks the answer?" [/style]
[atrb=vAlign,top][style=margin-top:5px; width: 90px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; font-weight: bold; background-color: #680000; color: #f9f9f9; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 3px;]OTHERS[/style] [style= color: FFEAF2; font-size: 8px; font-family: century gothic;]Song- 塵緣	[atrb=vAlign,top][style=width: 305px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 10px; padding-left: 5px; border-left: 1px dotted #b3b3b3;]She wanted to provoke her more, but not like a certain silver-haired remnant that consistently pestered her. This girl had potential. Lots of it. She just needed to be pushed harder physically, mentally, and emotionally. Altima was quick to adapt to a situation, and this ever-flowing social link would be no different. Claire had been the point of interest her demons spoke of, that there could be no doubt. Maybe she could become an Ajora of sorts, or even more? It had been quite some time since a useful plaything had come along. The tea and platter of sweets arrived a moment later, as Altima welcomed Claire to partake in. She let her gloved hand seize a cookie in the shape of a lotus petal, letting it gently rest between her pale lips. This may have appeared to be nothing but her wasting time to many, but Altima found that doing nothing provided useful results too. Leave a trap out in the open and lie in wait, for the knowledge of the prey can be far more useful than a hasty catch. She loved mentality and her handicap forced the angel's hand to resort to such tactics. It's part of the reason why she failed to give Claire her identity. To keep that bargaining chip until it was no longer useful. Thoughts like that could wait though. Conversation remain about as consistent as the very ocean herself, so Altima's focus was needed elsewhere. "Yet you speak of sin and corruption towards my pleasure young Claire. I do not understand your logic. Why must sin be connected to pleasure in your thoughts? Was it not you, not I, that forcefully entered this meeting and brought it to be? Would the answer you seek not be that you yourself need something from I?" Altima began, taking a bite of her cookie and enjoying the sweet crunch it presented. "You despise the thought of being linked to that of a used womb, though I've yet to bond with you so closely, thou's heart still desires companionship. A pleasure, rooted in sin, that is connected to your accusation, and again brings us to the root of your inquiry." She would snag Claire in with this move. One that may succeed, but definitely place seeds of self-reflection upon the woman. Altima's slender hand extended forth and produced a condensed gathering of holy energy. A brilliant light that had a knack for sinking itself through the open corridors of a longing heart. "Do not think of me as some lesser being that you have carved with those dull shards of yours. The amount of possibilities that could be accounted for and matched to your question has long since passed my mind. It is like a treasure and because it is a treasure, it is mine to seize. I've no hesitation in my being because I do not delude myself upon where my place is, but can you say the same for yourself Claire? Dare to ask yourself the question you prose for me, and see if you cannot find an honest answer that pleases you." [/style]

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[claire]

[atrb=border,0,true][bg=eeeeee][atrb=width,500,true] [STYLE=width: 100px; height: 100px; border: 10px solid #111111; float: left; margin-top: 20px; margin-left: 20px; margin-right: 5px;][/style] [STYLE=text-align: left; font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; margin-top: -2px; width: 410px; color: #212121;]— LET'S SEE WHO IS THE STRONGEST.[/style] [STYLE=text-align: left; font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; font-size: 20px; margin-top: -6px; margin-bottom: -3px; width: 410px; color: #212121; letter-spacing: -1px;]All you love is turned to ash.[/style] [STYLE=text-align: justify; padding: 5px; border-left: 7px solid #111111; border-top: 5px solid #111111; background-color: #f3f3f3; width: 400px; font-size: 10px; color: #212121; margin-left: 20px;]“And what exactly… could you do?” Just then, before Claire could respond, the space inside the small restaurant changed dramatically. The décor of the place which was intended to make the business warm and inviting for it’s patrons failing in staving of the cold and inhospitable aura that seemed to thicken the very air around them. She noticed that the staff members and the other few patrons were completely still. Afraid to move out of some fear that something terrible would happen to them if they did so. This is when amber eyes met blood red one and Claire understood that his woman, whoever she was since she had yet to reveal her name to the chakram wielder, was not someone she would mess around with. She could almost taste the hatred that this woman was emitting. Appareently she didn’t like Claire’s attitude and she felt slightly scolded like a child. The raven-haired girl shrugged off the feeling but kept eye contact with the woman. Suddenly the cold, heavy aura faded as did the intensity of her companion’s piercing gaze. Claire was silent as the woman ordered some more food for the two of them then spoke to Claire. She wanted to know why Claire asked her what kind of interest she could have in her when Claire was the one who started this conversation in the first place which would, now that Claire thought of it, indeed imply that it was Claire who wanted something from her instead of the other way around. [red]”Well, I didn’t want anything from you when I came over here, nothing besides some free food maybe. But what you did just now. I like that. To have control of the space around you like that. How did you accomplish it?”[/red] Something told Claire that she might not get an answer to her that question but she wanted to ask anyway. [red]”And as for the whole sin and corruption thing, I never said they were bad and also there’s nothing wrong with a little bit of sin mixed in with the pleasure. And like I said before I didn’t want anything at first but now I think I’d like to learn more about this power you seem to have. Also, yeah, I don’t like being called such degrading names. Sure I’m not little miss perfect but I don’t fool around either so I’d appreciate it if you didn’t make those kinds of comparisons in the future. But yes. I do like the sin of murder, it does bring me pleasure. But I need to be stronger in order to achieve it with less threat of it ending by those disgusting beings of light. If they try to stop me I need to be able to strike them down and end their pathetic lives. But I know I can’t do that now. I’m nowhere near a strong as I need to be."[/red] Claire shifted to sit in her chair normally. She was weak and she knew it. That’s why she didn’t make it past the first one on one battle in the tournament, that’s why she got taken out like she was nothing in the battles of Neverland and Port Royal. It was time to swallow her pride. She needed someone to learn from, maybe this woman could be that person. Claire noticed a new light source and looked up to see the woman forming a small ball of energy in her outstretched palm. Claire’s amber eyes were fixed on that shining orb as the woman spoke again.[red]”I guess I still have a lot I need to learn. And no, I never took you for one of these lesser people. You’re darkness and power are too great. I thought I knew where my place was. I thought I could do anything. I was wrong. I can’t beat anyone. Since I’ve started my journey I have lost almost every battle and I the ones I did win was only with the help of others. I need to learn to fight and win on my own.”[/red] Claire didn’t like feeling this vulnerable and the urge to just lash out against this woman for making her feel this way bubbled up but Claire was able to reign it in. She needed to get help to get stronger and this woman might be the one to help her do it.[/style] [style=font-size: 10px; text-align: center;]TEMPLATE BY SAMARECARM OF OTE + BTN[/style]

[altima]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 450px; padding: 10px;,bTable][style=margin-right: 5px; height: 100px; width: 100px; -moz-border-radius: 200px; border-radius: 100px; overflow: auto; float: left; overflow: hidden; background-image: url(http://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i231/Lunar_photos/Altima%20Gear/ICON2-1.jpg);][cs=2][/style] [style=margin-bottom: -5px; font-weight: bold; font-family: century gothic; font-size: 35px; letter-spacing: -3px;]The High Seraph[/style] [style=border-top: 1px dotted #b3b3b3; font-family: helvetica; letter-spacing: 2px; font-size: 10px; color: #680000; padding-top: 3px;]De mortuis • nil nisi • bonum [/style]
[atrb=vAlign,top][style=margin-top:5px; width: 90px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; font-weight: bold; background-color: #680000; color: #f9f9f9; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 3px;]ABILITIES:[/style]	[atrb=vAlign,top][style=width: 305px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 10px; padding-left: 5px; border-left: 1px dotted #b3b3b3;]Amusement was a feeling she used to feel after seeing someone shift their tune once humbled by an oppressive force. Be it noblemen or the dogs that licked her boots, the rule of nature always held true in the constant struggle of hierarchy for the alpha position. Claire had once been so open to rebel, but now sung praises towards the angel? This vagabond may not have liked to admit it, but her foothold in this conversation was faltering the more leeway she gave. In a battle of words, the pace was dictated by the one who took charge and had the mettle to fortify any claim that was stated. Altima's natural experience through her long life allowed her a vast archive of facts to draw upon whenever she spoke, which also gave her various angles in which to pick apart a target. The seraph guided souls to their rightful spot in the afterlife, and doing so meant being able to place a verdict upon a person's ego based on criteria that were detailed enough to have their own dictionary for. Claire was a simple one right now. She had a tinge of desperation, but was in a mid-point crisis in her life after coming to one of her many peaks. It was high time that she was kicked off, so that the woman may ascend towards an even higher potential point. [/style]
[atrb=vAlign,top][style=margin-top:5px; width: 90px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; font-weight: bold; background-color: #680000; color: #f9f9f9; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 3px;]ACTIVE EFFECTS:[/style]	[atrb=vAlign,top][style=width: 305px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 10px; padding-left: 5px; border-left: 1px dotted #b3b3b3;]"So you say Claire...but these stray thoughts that delude my ever-so warped mind makes me think otherwise. You desire the power to stand on your own, and prove that you need not the hand of allies to conquer your opposition. Something that a king would have to say, and a country that is toppled by the king will subject themselves to." Altima mused, eating another cookie with her tea. She did not mind the lack of force in a subject. Made them easier to work with, and less prone to destroying their surroundings. Altima had quite enough of that for the time being. Not everything needed to be burned at once, for then she wouldn't have anything to stand upon. What WAS going to be stood upon was a pedestal with intentions of teaching this woman some dignity. The red orbs belonging to the lucavi did not leave Claire's image out of view for a second. Some may think it be a matter of self-defense in the presence of a threat, but the woman before her would see. Lucavi eyes can be deceptive, but this one fancied the ways of lying with the truth. Her slender eyelids arched themselves downward at the ends, slyly alluding that she was expecting something. An act that one who held the checkmate move would usually have. A look that only a confident matriarch could valiantly uphold against all opposition. Expecting what from Claire? That was something that she'd have to figure out. Something that would come sooner than later. Such as right now.[/style]
[atrb=vAlign,top][style=margin-top:5px; width: 90px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; font-weight: bold; background-color: #680000; color: #f9f9f9; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 3px;]OTHERS[/style] [style= color: FFEAF2; font-size: 8px; font-family: century gothic;]Song- 塵緣	[atrb=vAlign,top][style=width: 305px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 10px; padding-left: 5px; border-left: 1px dotted #b3b3b3;]The doors smashed open, as a group of ruffians tossed tables and forced their way through the shop. Decorated mahogany pillars and jade statues fell to the edges of their scimitars, axes, and dao. These burly brutes grabbed patrons who gasped at the intrusion, and tossed them across the room. Some flew through the window, and others into furniture. Waitresses screamed, and humes fled in fear. It was to be expected. Why struggle in vain when they knew the brigands were vastly superior to them? Altima smirked at the chaos, and sipped her tea. The lack of respect to their presence made the leader of the pack stop what he was doing, and then bring his unwashed mustache self over to where Clare and the angel sat. He had motioned for the others to follow, who had smirks and jeers all over their smug mugs. One of them slammed their enlarged hand onto the waxed table, causing some of the food to jitter and fall. Some almost fell onto the angel's decorated robes, but she had forcefully expelled some prana to blow away the filth. A small amount, but no food or drink fell onto her today. The low-life opened his rotted teeth mouth and barked out, "You women got alotta nerve to show that much disrespect to the Yellow Turban striker squad! It's alright, since I like mine with a bit of spunk in them! Makes'it that much more enjoyable when you break'em in! They're the loyal types after all! GYAHAHA!" All the other gang members joined in on their leader's boisterous laughter. It continued for a bit more until they saw that the silverette didn't even bat an eyelash at his comment. She simply drank her warm tea and eyes focused upon Claire. "Since you speak of how weak you are alone, why not prove yourself at least somewhat competent in the arts of war Claire? Thou shoulds't be able to disable and eliminate these worthless braggarts without the need of a weapon; be it steel or sorcery. What say you? Ten fleabags v.s. a seasoned assassin. Fortuna's odds be against the visitors to this sortie." They didn't take kindly to being talked down to, even if their intellect didn't process all the words Altima said. In rage, the leader swung around his large hand to grab at Altima's small body. She did not raise a defense, nor prepped any prana for usage. Altima drank her tea and waited. Claire wouldn't let her down. It simply wasn't her style.[/style]

[style=font-size: 10px; font-family: georiga; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 3px;]MADE BY EMBLEM OF KHCMv4 [/style]

[claire]

[atrb=border,0,true][bg=eeeeee][atrb=width,500,true] [STYLE=width: 100px; height: 100px; border: 10px solid #111111; float: left; margin-top: 20px; margin-left: 20px; margin-right: 5px;][/style] [STYLE=text-align: left; font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; margin-top: -2px; width: 410px; color: #212121;]— LET'S SEE WHO IS THE STRONGEST.[/style] [STYLE=text-align: left; font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; font-size: 20px; margin-top: -6px; margin-bottom: -3px; width: 410px; color: #212121; letter-spacing: -1px;]All you love is turned to ash.[/style] [STYLE=text-align: justify; padding: 5px; border-left: 7px solid #111111; border-top: 5px solid #111111; background-color: #f3f3f3; width: 400px; font-size: 10px; color: #212121; margin-left: 20px;]The words the woman spoke were true enough. Claire did want the power to destroy her enemies. She wanted to make them cower at her very presence. But Claire did not get the chance to respond when suddenly the doors of the quiet little restaurant were burst open and a group of ten men entered and right away they started wrecking the place. They tossed expensive looking furniture around as well as some members of the staff who were too stupid to get out of the group’s way. Claire more or less showed the same lack of reaction to the disturbance. Claire did like the fact that they decided to come in here for no apparent reason and started causing chaos but she didn’t like the fact that they decided to do so while she was there and interrupting her lunch. It seemed that their leader didn’t like the lack of fear that Claire and the woman showed. The leader assumed that the two should have cowered at their presence so decided to intrude upon their meal further by walking over to their table and slammed his hand down on the table causing the dishes to wobble and clatter. Claire’s drink toppled over and it’s content’s spilled onto the table. Claire’s anger was started to build. First this idiot decided to start making a racket during her lunch and then he was even more stupid to come over and start talking to the two women. [red]”Disgusting excuses for human beings like you and your mindless followers who probably couldn’t form any ideas by themselves don’t deserve respect. I respect the maggots in the trash in the back more than I would ever respect you.”[/red] Claire then heard her lunch companion speak. [red]”Hmm, you want me to take them all on without these huh?”[/red] She asked as she brought out her chakrams and set them on the table then picked up the salt shaker and casually examined it. [red]”Or my magic? Sounds like a challenge and I can’t pass up a challenge.”[/red] Claire smiled darkly as her long raven hair covered her eyes. [red]”So you and your boys want us to play some attention to you huh? Then how about this?”[/red] Claire then wrapped her fingers around the neck of the salt shaker and slammed it down on the edge of the table, breaking it into sharp shards of glass the protruded from the neck of the formally intact shaker. Then faster than a lumbering thug like this could ever react Claire plunged the broken shaker deep into the leader’s neck. Claire laughed as the man yelled in pain and grabbed at the shaker trying to get it out. It wouldn’t matter though and in fact he would just die faster if it was taken out as the shaker broken shaker was imbedded deep into his jugular. One of his lackeys tended to him and drug him out of the building. As they left the leader yelled at his followers to kill Claire and the remaining eight men all brandished swords, axes, and other barbaric weapons. One swung at Claire’s head. She ducked out of the way and did a sweeping kick at the first attacker’s legs causing him to fall to the ground with a thud. Claire stood back up right and stomped her foot down in between the man’s legs before picking up a nearby vase and throwing it down onto the man’s face causing it to shatter and injure him further as well as knocking him out. Then two other’s came at Claire with their weapons. Claire somersaulted over one of them and in mid air she grabbed one of the men’s head and skillfully snapped his neck and he dropped to the ground before she did. From the crouching position she landed in she sprung back up and ran at the other man. He was ready for her and tried to hit her with his axe. Claire narrowly dodged a direct his but it did cut her arm a bit which started bleeding but it wasn’t a deep cut. [red]”Now I’m mad…”[/red] Claire punched the man and the sickening snapping sound of his jaw being dislodged was quite clear. She followed up the punch with another to his temple knocking him out as well. Three down, five to go. Claire noticed a sharp spike protruding from one of the broken pillars as another attacker came towards her. Claire positioned herself in front of the spike as the man charged at her. Once he was close enough she suddenly couched down and used her leg to trip the man causing him to lose his balance and become impaled on the sharpened and splintered spike of wood. Then the last three, angered that the defeat of their buddies all attacked Claire at once. Claire darted off to the left and took a rope that was hanging off the wall. The three thugs began attacks her but what looked like a graceful ballet Claire effortlessly evaded their clumsy attacks. While she was evading Claire had tied the three up together. Now that the final three hostiles were neutralized Claire jumped back and started laughing. [red]”Really now. I figured big strong men like you would have put up more of a challenge than this. Well as much fun as this has been I think it’s time to say goodbye.”[/red] Claire casually picked up her butterfly knife and slit the throats of the three men tied up then went on to slit the throats of those who she had knocked out earlier. Then she looked out the window to see the now dead body of their precious leader laying in the middle of the street with the lackey who had dragged him out there nowhere to be seen. She walked back to the table and took her seat once again. [red]”Before you say anything slitting their throats with that knife doesn’t count as using a weapon since I had already beaten them before that.”[/red] With that unexpected but entertaining fight out of the way Claire continued her meal. [red]“So what did you think of that?”[/red] Claire asked the woman.[/style] [style=font-size: 10px; text-align: center;]TEMPLATE BY SAMARECARM OF OTE + BTN[/style]

[altima]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 450px; padding: 10px;,bTable][style=margin-right: 5px; height: 100px; width: 100px; -moz-border-radius: 200px; border-radius: 100px; overflow: auto; float: left; overflow: hidden; background-image: url(http://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i231/Lunar_photos/Altima%20Gear/ICON2-1.jpg);][cs=2][/style] [style=margin-bottom: -5px; font-weight: bold; font-family: century gothic; font-size: 35px; letter-spacing: -3px;]The High Seraph[/style] [style=border-top: 1px dotted #b3b3b3; font-family: helvetica; letter-spacing: 2px; font-size: 10px; color: #680000; padding-top: 3px;]De mortuis • nil nisi • bonum [/style]
[atrb=vAlign,top][style=margin-top:5px; width: 90px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; font-weight: bold; background-color: #680000; color: #f9f9f9; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 3px;]ABILITIES:[/style]	[atrb=vAlign,top][style=width: 305px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 10px; padding-left: 5px; border-left: 1px dotted #b3b3b3;]My, this vixen had a form of style that was not found in many these days. At least in the civilian bred world. Claire's dark style of fighting was unpolished and crude, though not without merit. She simply was no different than a stone that was weighed down by compressed soot of her past. Every single strike was a toss up between a death blow and a knock out. That 50/50 was something that could be used psychologically if one was maniacal enough to exploit it. Having said that, Ms. Lovelace didn't show much of a knack for doing such a thing on a constant basis. That didn't mean she couldn't be taught how though. It certainly beats leaving scraps on the plate for some other bounty hunter to clean up. A female especially, required more than just outstanding power in order to break this social patriarchy. They needed a motivating purpose. The woman needed to strike fear into the foolish hearts of men. This woman needed an image that both awed in beauty, and mercilessly cut down any meandering eyes upon one's figure. That's how Altima knew she would be able to entice this woman. [/style]
[atrb=vAlign,top][style=margin-top:5px; width: 90px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; font-weight: bold; background-color: #680000; color: #f9f9f9; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 3px;]ACTIVE EFFECTS:[/style]	[atrb=vAlign,top][style=width: 305px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 10px; padding-left: 5px; border-left: 1px dotted #b3b3b3;]"Surely you could do better than a sloppy display of a festive show you acted before me," Altima gently teased, placing her tea cup down for the first time in this conversation without grabbing for a piece of food. Instead, she stood up and walked over towards the slayer of men. SWIP![/style]
[atrb=vAlign,top][style=margin-top:5px; width: 90px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; font-weight: bold; background-color: #680000; color: #f9f9f9; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 3px;]OTHERS[/style] [style= color: FFEAF2; font-size: 8px; font-family: century gothic;]Song- One They Fear	[atrb=vAlign,top][style=width: 305px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 10px; padding-left: 5px; border-left: 1px dotted #b3b3b3;]The sound was misleading. Combined with a sudden movement, the woman was sure this woman would have reacted somehow. Especially the awkward pause before anything was done. Before the move was made, there was simply a moment to stare. A pair of red to a pair of onyx. An angel to a fallen wayfarer. A start to the end. Altima had raised her finger to her pristine face, and licked it. It definitely would have looked weird from the start, given her personality. Now for those who bothered to pay attention, the slender finger also had a speck of red liquid, still dripping fresh from the open wound whence it came from. She had to sample such a target, if only to see what would happen. Claire had been a satisfying surprise so far, and now was the time a director stepped forth to take control of matters. "But that was the you who bears this terrible image before me. Shalln't we, as fellow females, do something about your lack of apparel in image? A single, fortified mask of burdens is naught but hindrances to one who has more to offer. Something you already acknowledged upon entering my call to arms...no Claire Lovelace?" The words were long and confusing, but held a simple message. Altima's gibberish gave the woman a proposal; one that showed promise for a new beginning. Something that was fitting for her physical appearance...but not the aura behind it. To clarify, her holiness spoke once again, "Doth thou not wish that one's image could be blown out like that of a chandelier, and lit once again within a different room; thus illuminating the beauty the scarlet and gold presents compared to what laid before? You seek something, and I would hear of it Claire."[/style]

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[claire]

Sloppy? Well, Claire supposed that it was a bit sloppy and messy but she didn't go for elegance in a fight. She got straight to the point and got the job done whatever it took. She didn't think that elegance and grace had a place on the battlefield. She watched from her seat as the woman stood up from her own seat after taking a drink of her tea. She walked over to Claire's side of the table and simply stood there. [red]"Uh, what are you..."[/red] Claire sentence was cut short as the woman cut her cheek with her finger faster than she could blink. It didn't hurt much at all but it was deep enough to draw blood it seemed as some had gotten on the woman's finger.

Claire had to admit to herself it was wierd watching someone take her blood only to taste it but she had seen wierder things and she knew that the woman wasn't out to harm her so she let it slide. [red]"You know, if you wanted some of my blood you could have taken it from this gash in my arm."[/red] Said wound was bothering her quite a bit but she had had worse so she wasn't going to complain about it. However the woman began to speak again and Claire listened.

From what it sounded like, the woman was calling Claire ugly. But somehow Claire knew that that wasn't the case. She didn't know why but she felt like this woman actually wanted to help and it was made clear by her confirming that she wanted to hear of what it was that Claire wanted. Although it was a bit offputting that the woman knew her last name without Claire ever speaking it. [red]"You're right. I do want something. Basically what it comes down to is I need a new look. This body, while attactive in my opinion, is not the best. And to be honest more people know my name and what I look like than I feel comfortable with. Now I know that I could just dye my hair or change my outfit to look different but that's not enough. I need a new body. A completely different appearance. Now I don't know if you can do that or not but you wanted to know what I wanted and now you do."[/red]

Claire wasn't going to get her hopes up that this woman could do what she wanted as life had taught her that there was no one you could rely on but yourself and yet there was something about this woman. Something that allowed Claire to experience the smallest flicker of trust within her core. Claire was allowing herself to take the first step down a road that could easilly result in that flicker to be put out and it made her feel uneasy but she felt like she had to. She didn't know why.