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Post by Deleted on Aug 10, 2014 5:28:15 GMT -5
[/font][/b] Creed clasped her hands together and mocked the typical female with a high voice, fluttering her eyelashes as she looked to the sky. Her position paused for a few seconds before she dropped her hands and let out a snort. She hated girly girls, which is why she enjoyed flirting with their lovers right before them. Creed turned and nudged her foot at Blackout’s thigh. ”Just keep that in mind if you ever want decide to break down your walls and meet a lady” Was that advice? Why was the dark saviour of Gahanna passing pointless information to another being? Creed had got the impression that Blackout was not very fond of people touching him, so she decided to keep that in mind for the next time she wanted to piss him off. Maybe she would pull on his cheeks, play with his hair, or scrunch his lips into a pout...maybe even share a forceful kiss with him. There was no fun in the latter unless there was someone who cared for him watching. Creed liked to cause friction, but there was no point if there was no one else around to rub against the wrong way. ”Geez, you really are a stiff, aren’t you. Creed spoke, referring to his displeasure of smiling without meaning. You never needed a reason to smile, especially not for Creed. The girl was always smiling, but they weren’t meaningful smiles. In fact, they were nothing more than fake smiles to try and plant a fearful seed in others minds. When she smiled, it wasn’t a friendly smile; those smiles were rare for the dark being. ”Oh godddddd...” Creed moaned at Blackout’s next set of words. Her hands threw backwards with a force, pulling her body back and flopping against the tiles of the roof. Her position was now laying flat, with her feet dangling over the edge of the roof. ”You’re so exhausting! Lighten up.” Creed pushed herself back into a sitting position after her exaggerating throw. ”You mean to tell me you don’t enjoy anything? I find that hard to believe.” The man went on the return the question. She blinked, not expecting him to ask. Her eyes turned towards the street, thinking before answering. ”I think it’s pretty obvious what I enjoy...don’t you?” Her eyes turned to Blackout’s as she lifted a hand, stroking the side of his cheek with the back of her finger. She smiled a wicked smile, laughing lightly before removing her hand and looking back out to the dark sea above. The mood began to shift when Blackout probed a question which Creed wasn’t too keen on answering. He started to talk about deception, something that Creed, herself, was guilty of. Usually the topic wouldn’t bother her; but for some reason, because Blackout had brought the topic up once again, it started to play on her emotions slightly. He went off into a talk about how nothing affects him in the universe, and that he never feels any burden or that he feels he has no heart. Creed could have guessed that much. The guy was too damn serious for her, and the way he killed those civilians (which weren’t all that innocent, mind you) it was obvious that he felt no emotion, no remorse. The guy was a machine. He made Creed look fairly normal, which she thought was impossible. Blackout turned and took the time to look at Creed, staring into her purple orbs, as he assumed that her family were dead. She didn’t say anything, didn’t even nod, but only looked away. A heavy blanket drowned her heartless heart. Creed stared down at her black nails, thinking to herself and reminiscing of when she decided to take her family’s life from them. Was this guilt? Why was she starting to feel for them after everything they had done to her? Blackout was right. They did have it coming to them. But did she really need to murder them? Creed could have easily walked out of the castle and fled her home, leaving them to run Gahanna without their daughter. . Creed turned back to look at Blackout when he asked if she cared for anyone. Her eyes stared passed his as she remembered her younger brother, Karv. Of course she did. In fact, he was the only person she did care for. No one else mattered to her other than her younger sibling. It was because of him that she was still here, alive, and searching for souls to keep him alive and the darkness away from harming him. She smiled, and for the time it was a genuine soft smile which had emotion behind it. ”Yeah, I do.” She looked away, picturing Karv’s childish features. The smile remained lingering on her face, replacing the darkness and the sinister look she usually wore. ”You want to protect them, no matter what. Even if it means risking your own life to keep them safe....it’s...” Creed shook her head, removing the smile from her face. Why was she allowing him to open her up like a book?! The dark saviour pushed to her feet, not bothering to look at Blackout as she moved to the other side of the roof. Creed was furious with the man, and with herself. She wasn’t one to stop and have a chit chat and share emotions with others. That wasn’t her nature. Curling her hands into a ball, she gently tapped them either side of her temple, mentally insulting herself as stupid for dropping her guard. The thought of Karv was her weakness. It changed Creed, softened her up to allow people to get to her core. It was something she needed to work on. Creed didn’t want people to understand her, to know who she is and what mattered to her most. She wasn’t that sort of person. She wouldn’t allow herself to be that person. Without another word said, Creed leaped off the roof. Her body quickly fell towards the floor, but the use of her tentacles helped aid her to the ground softly by clinging on to window ledges and sign posts. When touching the ground, she stormed off towards an open area with a brightly lit fountain. Her purple eyes glared at it, accusing it mentally of being too bright. Like a bull in a china shop, Creed smashed through the fountain with her arms of darkness; smashing the blinding bulbs with swipes of her tentacles as she remained rooted to the ground before it. Anger poured from within as she destroyed the once beautiful creation to a pile of debris with water leaking from the burst pipes. A puddle started to form around her feet, like its life fluid was pouring from the fountain’s open wounds. ”This world is too bright.” She said to herself out loud as she looked up from the puddle, eyeing up the lampposts, the glowing windows and brightly lit sign posts. She wasn’t sure if she was referring to the world itself or her own emotions. [/ul] [/div]
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Post by Deleted on Aug 10, 2014 16:30:47 GMT -5
The analyst observed the woman as she spoke about compliments. He questioned why she was relating him the information inside his head before she answered it for him. Meet a lady? Break down walls? He supposed the wall part was a metaphor, but meeting a lady? The intellect took it a bit literally. ”I don’t understand. You’re a lady. I have met you.” This was when intellects came off as not the brightest light bulbs around; they had a hard time deciphering on what to take literally and what to not take literally. To her next comments, Blackout had a difficult time not taking anything offensively. Being called a “stiff” and “exhausting”, definitely didn’t particularly feel good hearing; but hey, he didn’t care. It was her opinion of him. One couldn’t change that. There was a high chance that the two wouldn’t meet again, so why let those things get to him? Therefore the man dismissed the comments and replied to her question, ”Enjoyment, I guess, is an aspect of life that I have yet to encounter.”
Shiro Utuago didn’t know what to think of her answer, however. Perhaps she meant slaughtering others? How sadistic. That was his best guess, otherwise; the answer wasn’t obvious to the intellect whatsoever. This gave the man the impression that he didn’t want to know, so he didn’t care to pry further. The man merely shook his head and left it at that. Not all information he was curious about. It was interesting, though, that he had received information without her words. Judging on her reaction, he guessed that he was dead on with the idea of her betrayers being deceased. However, if one betrayed him; he’d be the one who’d fire the gun. Did that mean that she murdered her own family? Huh, interesting. It was a demented thought, to kill one’s own blood; but Shiro didn’t understand the concept of family as he couldn’t remember his or if he had one.
Shiro protected others, no doubt about it; but giving up his own life for one? The intellect never could imagine that. The man guessed he never could due to the fact that he didn’t care about anyone. It was just in his personality to protect others’ from harm’s way. That was most likely his kryptonite, out of all things. It was a soothing thought to know that even wicked evils such as Creed could still care for a being. Perhaps he could learn more from her if they continued to talk? Although, her reactions to the gravity manipulator himself gave Shiro the feeling that she wouldn’t be too fond of that.
Once Creed stood up, the intellect didn’t really know how he should act. Apparently their conversation had pissed her off, noticing her upset behavior as she walked off. Using his hands to raise his body a bit, he rose and kicked back his legs, entering a squatting position on the ledge before standing up. Following the dark woman from a distance, the man was constantly wondering about what he should say to create a calmer atmosphere. Maybe they weren’t meant to be in a calm atmosphere, though? Maybe they were just too different to sit down and converse with one another. As Creed took off without a word, the man’s curiosity lead to him following her on the rooftops; jumping each gap with ease. The buildings were close enough, thankfully. The two ended up in an area containing a lit up fountain, which was suddenly smashed to bits by Creed. An eyebrow raise was the initial reaction for the man as he watched from the rooftops.
Midst her rage, light footsteps were heard from a distance. Shortly after, two children who appeared to be the age of ten, ran into the area and joined the company of Creed. The two looked at each other, then the fountain, and then looked into the cause’s eyes herself. (If the following isn’t okay with you, let me know; but judging on her profile, she wouldn’t kill them.) Shiro shut his eyes fast, not wanting to see what an angered Creed would do to children. After a minute of such, screams failed to come to his ears. Opening his eyes, a surprised Shiro watched as the children ran away; no harm done to them. Everything was starting to come together. It was as if Creed was a puzzle, and the man was solving it, piece by piece.
”You care for your younger sibling,” the intellect exclaimed as he moon jumped down with grace, past the broken fountain; landing in a puddle on the opposite side of Creed; a damaged structure between the two. ”Your pendant; it glows before you kill. You end lives because you have to; not by choice. That’s why you desire their souls. As you’re ruining lives, you’re protecting others’, aren’t you?” Everything revolving around Creed was starting to make sense now, as his brain was starting to knit every piece of information that involved Creed into one massive clear blanket. It wasn’t complete, but based on the white haired woman’s next actions; it would get closer to becoming finished. ---
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Moon Jump Lvl1-: An ability of Blackout’s that allows Shiro to focus on his jump, giving him the capability of performing one long jump, though at a slow speed just like one would feel jumping on the moon. [Duration: 1 jump; Cooldown: 2 posts]
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Post by Deleted on Aug 11, 2014 12:10:14 GMT -5
[/font][/b] She spoke, rather calmly considering her current stress. ”Why’d you break the fountain, miss?” A child like voice filled her eyes. It was the sound of pure innocence, something Creed hadn’t heard for a long time. It was a calming tune, one which somehow managed to bring the dark saviour’s stress levels down to zero. Creed opened her eyes, turning to face not Blackout, but two young children who stared at her with curious eyes. They weren’t scared of her, she could see that. Heck, if they were they would have run a mile from her upon seeing her unleash her anger on a soulless structure. She felt her hands slowly release from their tense ball, gradually returning her black nails to her sides. Creed smiled a polite and genuine smile as she lowered herself to their level, her hands placed on her knees as she looked at each of them in turn. ”There’s going to be a new one going in its place very soon. I thought I’d give the builders a hand and break it down for them.” It wasn’t entirely true. Yeah, now that it was destroyed she’d no doubt guess that there would soon be a new one to take its place. Well, she hoped for the sake of these kids now she had told them this story. Creed’s lips stretched further as her smile widened. ”I’d run along now. We don’t want you to hurt yourself on the rubble. Besides... She eyed the area before placing a whispering hand against one side of her lips so no one else could hear. ”They might think you broke it and then you’ll get into loads of trouble. Quick, go. Go!” She stood back up, ushering them to flee before they were spotted. The kids were quick, and vanished from the area afraid that they would be grounded if caught anywhere near the broken fountain. As they fled, Creed watched them with a soft smile. They were about Karv’s age, if not a little older. All of a sudden she wanted to go home, back to Gahanna. She wanted to see her younger brother and see how he was coping without his family, or without her. He probably hated her, and she couldn’t blame him. Creed would hate herself once she matured to an age where she understood what had happened and why. Karv wasn’t at that age yet. It hadn’t even been a year since she left. Her smiled dropped upon her next thought. Even if she wanted to go home, Creed doubt she could even get back there. She had the ability to teleport to other worlds, but she was in no control where she would go next. It was a power of the darkness she needed to work on. From out of nowhere, Blackout had appeared to leap off from one of the roofs and into the square. He fell with grace, landing without damaging himself which surprised the girl considering the height from which he jumped from. Her eyes locked onto him, glaring at him as he landed on the opposite side of the rubble she caused. His presence annoyed her. Creed didn’t want to see him right now, and even more so now that he probably had seen her kind side towards the children. It was a side she wanted no one to see other than the children. When he spoke, Creed remained still, all but her hands which started to curl into fists again. Seeing Blackout was raising her anger levels. Not because of him in general, but because she was in no mood to deal with anyone. He took a wild stab that the one she cared for was, in fact, her younger brother. This angered her even more. Blackout shouldn’t know anything about her! She never gave him any indication to who she cared for, so why did he know? It was either a complete guess or he had seen how she reacted to those two kids back then. ”You’re treading on thin ice here, Blackout!” She warned him the once, but the man went on to speak his next thought process. He had summed her up in one, and Creed wasn’t too pleased about it. Her eyes narrowed further, her mouth snarling the moment he stated that she had to destroy lives. How did he know? He wasn’t allowed to know. No one was allowed to know Creed! She wouldn’t let them! ”Stop it! Stop it! STOP IT!” She cried for the man to stop trying to figure out who and what she was. Creed’s hands brushed through her hair in frustration. Her fingers closed, locking in strands of hair in her curled up fists above her head, remaining there before they were pushed before her. Her hands reached out, summoning a black portal of darkness between herself and the broken fountain. The clouds within swirled furiously as she called forth the Portal of Darkness. It was welcoming to Creed, allowing her to step in before swallowing her up and shrinking into nothing. The portal reappeared the moment it vanished. Behind Blackout the portal opened up, spitting out the girl who stepped within. Creed leaped out, her black claws stretched out; their target...Blackout – ideally around his jugular. She wanted to make him suffer; to make him stop the guessing game. She was in no fit mood to play games right now. He would no doubt defend himself. It was an instant reaction when someone was trying to strangle you. ”Stop trying to figure out who I am! Creed expected him to retaliate, and so, she would pull back a hand curl it into a fist and find a connection somewhere on his body. 1st Action Used: Ability - Portal of Darkness [Cool Down: 3 posts] 2nd Action Used: Strangle. 3rd Action Used: Punch.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 13, 2014 15:24:12 GMT -5
Perhaps confronting her about her past wasn’t the brightest idea? Creed was very upset, very mad, and very frustrated. It was only about time where she’d assault him physically if he kept it up. Therefore, the intellect put a halt to his exclamations. However, it appeared to be too late. In a couple of mere seconds, she was gone; vanished into a dark portal. Although, this was the devourer of souls he was dealing with; he wasn’t going to be simply left alone. Therefore, Shiro had a gut feeling that there wasn’t going to be enough time to react to whatever was next. Extending his long arm, he curled up his hand into a fist, made his forearm and bicep kiss, and then threw back his elbow behind him with a strong force, intent to elbow whatever behind; just in case his side step wasn’t quick enough.
The thing about anger was that it made one so ever predictable, to the point where the intellect could call the next three steps of his opponent. One who was raging was never deemed to be a threat to the soldier. At least Creed wasn’t too direct and summoned the portal in front of him; earning a tad more respect from the man than a direct approach would have. An attack from the back was predictable, cliché, and overly used throughout all the encounters the soldier has had. Going for his neck from the side would have been more efficient, even though he would have seen it from the corner of his eye. However, it wasn’t expected. ”As I said, dwelling on things, such as feelings, such as anger; you won’t succeed, especially in a fit of rage.”
As she threw her fist towards the man’s head, the reactive soldier caught it with his strong grasp before throwing it to the side. ”Educated guess says that I’m correct. If true, why is it that you have too…?” pondered the man out loud as he stroked the stubble on his chin. ”You protect one of the stars from going out, don’t you? Your home world, yes? You keep the darkness at bay, feeding it so it doesn’t feed off of the light of the kingdom your little sibling protects.” Based off the fact that she came from royalty, has a little sibling, and feeds at the time that the pendant glows; that was his conclusion. However, one thing didn’t make sense. ”You were banished, wanted dead, though...” the man stated as he glanced at the sky in thought. Instantly, the analyst’s eyes lit up at the end of his mental rolling of ideas. ”You are simply marvelous, Creed; you truly are. Even though you were kicked out of your society, you choose to protect it; an aspect of a heroine. Despite how murderous and sadistic you appear to be, your intentions are heroic and selfless. How remarkable. Only one question remains however...”
Taking off his backpack and setting it on the ground gently, the man attempted to lock eyes with the assumed gorgeous savior of men. ”Your pendant does not glow.” Unzipping his mobile stash, he withdrew a long sword; entering his stance, Way of the Swordsman. ”Why do you desire the death of the only one that attempts to understand? Probably the only one who has protected you throughout your life; you choose to destroy. Is it pride that wants my blood? Is it glory? Or are you afraid of change; afraid of amongst a large sea of fools, there is one who differs from the rest; one who will not strike you.” With that, the swordsman dropped his weapon, letting it rattle on the ground as the gravity manipulator rejected it temporarily from entering his gravitational orbit. Oh, what a puzzle, the woman before him, she was.
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Way of the Swordsman Lvl1-: This stance requires the ability Stance Change. Blackout puts everything away to wield his long sword, Gravios. He can either wield it one handed or two handed, however two handed is much more efficient until further practice. (AKA More levels) Due to his past, Shiro is a very skilled swordsman, allowing the man to strike, counter, parry, and block; in multiple ways. All of his strikes have an 85% chance of hitting, if not against a parry or a block; 50% if against a counter. [Added 7/16/2014]
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Post by Deleted on Aug 13, 2014 17:55:39 GMT -5
[/font][/b] Creed scoffed, her smile should return now, but it failed to reach her lips. Her eyes remained on his, still narrowing at the annoyance of the man. ”Is that what you call someone who kills for pleasure? Finally, a small sinister smirk tickles her lips, only to vanish back into a frown as Blackout shifted his position, lowering his backpack. He pointed out the obvious, with regards to her gem against above her chest. Creed didn’t need to glance down to acknowledge that it wasn’t pulsing its purple hue. She could feel it; and right now it was satisfied with the content of souls. Without speaking a word, Creed watched Blackout unzip his bag and remove a long sword which required the both of his hands to grasp. This…this is what she wanted. A fight! Creed’s wide grin was engaged. She eyed up the powerful weapon in his hands, scanning its silver (I assume its silver?) tongue before her eyes returned to his gaze. This was what she needed; a good battle. Despite the fact his sword looked as though it could slice her in one, Creed was willing to take on the challenge. She held onto her grin, although it started to fade as the solider continue to push her buttons. Now he stands accusing her of rejecting him. As what? An ally? A friend? More? Creed’s eyes followed the sword as he pushed it from his body. What was he doing?! ”Pick it up…” Her voice was quiet, almost warning him that he would need it. Her eyes snapped back up to him, searching those blue pools of his for answers; to what exactly, she wasn’t quite sure. She didn’t know what was going on, and she was scared to find out the truth. Creed didn’t want to get close to anyone. She wasn’t used to friends; she wasn’t used to people betraying her – just like Vinx had. It was the reasoning as to why she refused to let anyone get close to her. Vinx had befriended her, and soon after destroyed her after many years of friendship. She trusted him. Blackout, she barely knew him. If she had never had guessed Vinx’s future plans with the princess of Gahanna, what’s to say she knew what Blackout wanted of her. Creed was always used as a tool for something; and now she wouldn’t allow it. The brick walls which surrounded her were too tall now. It was strong and sturdy, and this man before her was not going to break through it. Creed wouldn’t allow it! ”What is it that you want, Blackout?” Creed spoke in a calm tone, her smile now forming a serious line. ”You don’t want to get close to me… Two tentacles poured from her open wounds, lifting her from the ground as she used them to support her body. As she rose, her eyes remained fixated on Blackout’s. ”I break hearts…I break bodies…and I break souls…is that what you want, Blackout?” Her voice appeared soft, too soft for the words she spoke. With the first two statements of which she broke, Creed whipped her other two remaining tentacles against the ground, slapping them hard to form a crack of which a whip would make when in use. The sound was nothing more than a threat to the man. Warning him to back off and leave her be. However, she wanted to provoke him. In truth, she didn’t want Blackout to turn and flee. Creed needed to release her anger, and he was the only soul nearby she could unleash hell upon. ”Final warning…pick up your sword.”[/ul] Previous Action Used: Portal of Darkness [Cool Down: 2 posts] [/div]
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Post by Deleted on Aug 14, 2014 15:39:24 GMT -5
What did Blackout want…? What was the unarmed man’s intentions? It was the most vulnerable state he had ever been in the life he remembered, but what for? What was he risking his very life for? Of course, the man could defend himself at any moment given, but if this were any other person; the soldier would have put a bullet through the threat’s head. However, this was different; question was why. Why? Was it the thought that he didn’t have her trust that made him crave it? No, that was very unlikely, as the man didn’t care about what others thought of him. Was it a strategic play to get the dangerous threat on his side? No, as the man would only try to recruit a person if it was a mission assigned to him. So what was it? Did he perhaps want to get close to her like she mentioned? No, that was simply ridiculous. Or was he trying to prove a point? No, because he wouldn’t go as far as unarmed to express that he had a point. It was a mystery that Shiro put aside for the moment.
”Yet you haven’t broken me,” the man stated, still rejecting the sword from his orbit. ”Your pendant has glowed twice since we acquainted with one another, but I am still breathing. I was a question mark to you at first, but now you want to see my blood as you’re finally starting to realize that your one fear is becoming true; change. You wish not to see ones care for you; you want them to be afraid of you, betray you, and hurt you. That is what you’re used to. A fight with me is what you want, because you want life to return to the way it was; where society was simple and conniving; where you slaughter anyone before they have a chance to stand against you. My apologies, Creed; but I can’t give what you desire.” With that, the man forced his sword out of his orbit further, letting it skid against the water and tile several feet away.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 16, 2014 10:57:50 GMT -5
[/font][/b] Her eyes shone a dangerous glow, staring directly into his adamant blue orbs. She watched the sword being pushed further away out of the corner of her eyes. So he wasn’t going to take her advice and pick it up. It was his loss. ”But you can give me what I desire. All you have to do is just let me take it. Her smiled paused. She allowed her words to sink in for Blackout before she decided to take motion. Her body moved forward slowly, as the two tentacles which lifted her slithered forward, pushing her body along with them. The gap closed in by a few feet before the two other loathing limbs pushed forward. Their speed was great, and their points had formed into a sharp needle like tip. As much as Creed wanted to end this – to end him and his guessing game; Creed wouldn’t steal his soul just yet. She wanted to play with him first. As the two limbs of darkness sprung towards Blackout, they only aimed to cut him. It was a warning for the young man to not be so reckless with the dark saviour. To think he was stupid enough to rid himself of his weapon whilst she was still standing. The thought made Creed giggle. ”Do you honestly think you understand me…to know what I really want?!” Her voice was louder, shifting from the anger which continued to build within her. Creed’s hands curled back into a ball as she allowed her blood to boil. The fact that Blackout wouldn’t attack her pissed her off. He was right, to some degree. She wanted to fight him, because she didn’t want him to try and get into her head. At least if they were exchanging punches then there would be no more guessing; no more of Blackout trying to sum her up – which he had pretty much done already. If they were engaged in battle, Creed wouldn’t need an excuse to end his life. Not that she needed one in the first place, mind you. Without warning, Creed pushed herself against her two tentacles which supported her body to float from the ground. Her body was forced into the air. The four additional limbs following her closely behind, waving like flags would in the wind. She landed right before Blackout, her face only inches away from him. It was that this point, standing close to him that she discovered the height difference between them. She was a good foot or so smaller than the man, her head only tipping just below his chin. Creed smiled a soft, yet fake smile. A single hand reached up and stroked against his cheek before her mask altered in appearance. Her eyes narrowed and the hand travelling down his cheek reached for his throat. This time, she was sure to deal some damage. To aide her hand, Creed pulled up her other hand, both black claws wrapped around his neck. The tips of her claws dug into his soft skin, hoping to pierce the skin and to see some of his liquid of life peek from within. ”Where’s your yellow head, now?” She growled, referring to the mask her wore previously. [/ul] Previous Action Used: Portal of Darkness [Cool Down: 1 post] [/div]
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Post by Deleted on Sept 9, 2014 23:20:33 GMT -5
The empty blue eyes never left the purple ones for a second. The soldier remained silent as the women spoke to him, processing everything that she was saying. First of the things that ran through his head like a machine was the comment of her being able to take what she wanted. Clearly, she was implying at skewering the soldier right where he stood; and she was right. Well, not one hundred percent correct, but the man had put himself in a vulnerable position. That wasn’t his mind set the whole entire duration of her rants. Of course, the gravity manipulator had the ability to bring his sword to him and cut Creed down, but that confidence shied away as she continued to approach him. Smaller, and smaller; the distance between the two murderers became. However, as his confidence in defending himself shrunk; his confidence in persuading her to look deeper than the surface grew.
Creed was afraid and she didn’t know it. Deluded in her goal to become the terror in anybody’s eyes, she was human just as he. Compassion and the ability to accept was within her; no matter how deep it was, the man’s determination to find it became stronger by the second. Was it to prove something? Was it to prove something to her? Was it to prove something to him? Was it to give Shiro personal gain? Or was the man actually trying to establish a connection with a sadistic devourer of souls? Just as she couldn’t find it in herself to accept one different from others, the answer to that question was deep within Shiro Utuago.
Once she had settled in her position with the man, the analyst realized that it was ridiculously close. In comparison, which wasn’t fully addressed before, the man was quite a bit taller than her. Not too tall, but just enough where he had to tilt his head down to keep his orbs to hers. Giving him a fake smile, which he presumed due to his assessment on her twisted playful tactics, she tried to intimidate him; faces inches apart. Not once did they leave, his eyes, keeping the same emotion as he had the whole time; calmness. No fear was shown. Blackout was trying to become fear itself, no? Although, that wasn’t the reason why he wasn’t afraid. It was because that as she toyed with him, little did she know that she was becoming vulnerable herself. As her claws tore lightly into his cheek, the man cringed as he felt the blood start to drip. However, that expression was only initial and nothing more; he regaining his typical expression a second after skin ripped. Did the man strike her? Did the man struggle? Well, according to his bleeding wounds on his side, which were a tad more severe; no, he did and wouldn’t. Giving her what she wanted to see in mankind would just bring the two back to where they started, before they met; except Shiro would need to get patched up. The stationary soldier just continued to absorb every vibe that he was receiving from the woman who had cut his sides, and was tearing into his cheek. Then the man decided to act.
Raising and contracting his right arm, the man had placed his hand on the white haired woman’s cheek. The deep blue orbs gazed into her dark purple ones, as he reciprocated in the cheek holding, in a pacifistic way; stroking his thumb up and down along the soft skin of hers once. In rebuttal to her comment about his helmet, the bleeding man questioned, ”Why would I want to let the afraid endure more fear than she has to…? I wish for you to see that you don’t have to declare yourself frightful to everyone before they can do such to you. I wish for you to see me for who I really am, not for what you assume of everyone else.”
Pressing forward, the man took two steps forward, enclosing the gap between their two foreheads; resting the top of his head against hers, angled downwards so that the two locking eyes could barely contact the other even if they wanted to. Her nails went deeper into his skin, creating a “wonderful” view from Creed’s perspective that the man had a leak of red coming from the “ceiling”. It was too bad that there was no chance to escape her grasp; he let the moment slip and now his live rested in her hands. Was he less confident in a pleasant reaction coming from Creed? For some reason, yes; but it was too late to turn back. Before he could grab his gun, she’d have the tentacle severing his head. There was only one way to get out of the situation alive; reach to her. If anyone noticed, they’d confuse the two of them as some sadistic kinky couple; the man feeling the magnetic attraction from his lips to hers. If Shiro were a romantic, he would have recognized that, but he didn’t; therefore he dismissed the feeling as best as he could. ”By all means, prove me a fool,” Blackout spoke softly. ---
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Post by Deleted on Sept 11, 2014 17:54:49 GMT -5
[/font][/b] Creed had let go of the anger that boiled within, and was continuing her game. Her smile was back; her voice was soft, yet there was a sting in there somewhere. Blackout was suffering from memory loss, and Creed was quick to point it out. He wanted her to understand him and get to know him, and not paint him with the same brush she painted everyone with. Until he discovered who he was himself, he would remain a nobody to her, just like everyone else. Blackout was a lost puppy, and for some reason…she wanted him to find his home. The reasoning behind it was her little secret. Her trail of thought quickly altered from its murderous thought as Blackout pressed his head against hers. His face now inches away from hers, put the dark saviour – the evil being of the two – in such an awkward position. Her stomach twisted into a knot, unsure of her situation. He was too close to her, and Creed wasn’t entirely sure how to handle it. This was all so new to her, and it showed. Her eyes were wide with fear and confusion, something Creed would once never allow others to see. Usually Blackout would be her. She was the one to put the fear, confusion and awkwardness into others, not the other way around. The tables had turned, and she needed to take back control. Swallowing the confusion and fear, Creed smiled softly. Bit by bit she started to read the couple’s situation. Blackout was a simple guy, she got that. He wasn’t fond of emotions and his sense of humour didn’t appreciate Creed’s childish behaviour it would seem. The two could never be more different from one another. She sought after emotions and he failed to deliver on them. Blackout was a challenge. And one she was willing to take on. This was her new game. A droplet of blood trickled down from Blackout and onto Creed, but her eyes remained locked onto his, reading his thoughts and searching for some kind of emotion for her to play with. Seeing none, Creed decided to reach out and grab one. She could sense something between them, but Blackout wasn’t quite getting it. Creed put it down to his lack of knowledge, but for her it was there, pulling at her to do something about it. ”You already are a fool. I don’t need to prove that.” She whispered, grinning slightly before her fists curled around his shirt, pulling his body closer and allowing her lips to travel to his. The kiss was forced, but gentle at the same time. Unlike the previous kiss she shared with the man she killed not long ago, this one had some meaning to it…very little meaning at that! With a sinister smile, Creed pulled her lips away, her fang resting gently on her bottom lip as she opened her eyes to see his face. Upon reading his features, Creed was quick to pick up on the pounding against her chest. This was not normal. The thought that her heart was racing disturbed her. That peck on the lips was nothing more than a game plan, so why the beating heart? Creed dismissed the thought and decided to change the atmosphere quickly. Remaining staring into his blue eyes, Creed placed a forceful palm against the wound on his side, pressing her fingers as hard as she needed to in order to reflect pain. ”There’s no pleasure without pain.” Creed giggled before pulling away her hand and taking a step back. [/div][/ul]
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Post by Deleted on Sept 12, 2014 0:17:30 GMT -5
”I know what I stand for now and temporarily, that’s all that matters,” the man spoke to her in response of her question; clearly antagonizing him with the fact that he couldn’t remember his past. A lot of things seemed to be his fault nowadays, just like the shot she just took at him. However, not everything was Shiro’s fault.
As their lips departed ways, the eighteen year olds locked eyes. The lady, Marxia, sniffed as a tear gently rolled down her cheek with grace. “I’m sorry, Shiro.”
”I just don’t understand.”
“You have a whole lot of love to give. You’re so sweet to me,” the girl in pink told the man with a white undershirt on as she stroked his cheek with care in her eyes. “I’ve just lost that feeling that I can’t seem to find again; I’ve been trying so hard.” Another tear dripped down her face as Marxia gently closed the small case within the man’s hand, containing a diamond ring. “You’ll find someone who will deserve every part of that ring; it’s just not me. Goodbye, Shiro…”
thump…………thump……………thump…………
thump…………thump……………thump…………
thump……THUMP……thump……THUMP………thump……THUMP……
So foreign… Yet so familiar… So foreign… Yet so different… What was the man feeling? As the woman sensed the pull her lips had to his own, she grabbed his white shirt firmly and pulled his head downwards; bringing his mouth to her own into a gentle embrace like one connected stars to make constellations. It seemed so natural, but yet the man had no idea why. The constant beating of his heart seemed to accelerate as their lips made contact, a knot turning in his stomach; creating a sensation that spread throughout his body like butterflies were tickling the soldier’s insides. Everything seemed to become slow, like there was nothing around the two but them. Completely letting his guard down, the man had closed his eyes during such too. Was it a ploy to bring him to his knees? That wouldn’t make sense due to the fact that she didn’t need to; she could kill him where he stood. No, though, she didn’t; instead perform the action that sent Shiro’s senses ablaze. The man, for once in his life, was thoughtless.
As the lips departed ways, the man’s eyes fluttered open in shock. What was that? And why did he want more? It was odd; Creed was beautiful before. Although, after his eyes opened, she appeared different to him. She was marveling as a dark star, but now she came off to him as something different. When focusing on Creed, it was like his eyes were fixed on the awe of a shooting star that twinkled as it descended. Nobody had have ever done that to him… Not that he could remember; was it a curse? Had she cursed the soldier?
No, but she was hurting him. Creed’s words and action were as effective as a bucket of water on a sleeping citizen. Blackout’s jaw clenched shut tightly as her fingers pressed down into his open wound. Oh did that not feel pleasant. Once she removed her fingers, stepping away with a giggle, the man refocused and analyzed the situation. However, the analyst was running through various possibilities on what the woman had done to him. Nothing matched the intellect’s data, including information of books, television, and real life observations. What she had done to him was a complete mystery. Eyes flickering back into place, his normal composure returned. However, Shiro was not focusing on the pain, but the unknown action that she had performed. ”What was that…?”
Shiro was into experiments. At the comment of that action’s “pleasure” was in exchange for “pain”, there was only one thing that the analyst decided on doing; however, his selection of options that he could conjure up had a total of two. The man certainly wasn’t going to do the latter.
”Fair enough.”
Without any hesitation, the man calm fully took another step forward towards her to retrieve the same distance they had between each other. Grabbing the woman’s right hand firmly with his left, the man placed it against his cut and pressed her palm down onto it harder than she had before. With that, Shiro placed his open hand on the left side of her waist and pulled her towards him in an elevated way, where she’d make a tiny hop towards him, creating an even smaller space between them than last time. Leaning in with closed eyes quickly, the man folded his lips into hers; his top lip fitting perfectly between her upper one and bottom. Creed had gave him a forced and gentle kiss, but Shiro was giving her a passionate one. The action lasting about seven seconds, the man grunted in pain as they approached the climax of the kiss. Then just like that, it was over. Letting go of her hand and having his mouth silently say goodbye to her own slowly, the soldier locked his dark blue orbs with her purple ones. A tear of the soldier’s emerged from the corner of his eye, sliding down his cheek at the pace of a raindrop sliding down the outside of a window. Was it the self-inflicted pain that got to him? Or was it the inside explosion of such an odd feeling within? Or was it something else? The same feeling was given to man, but maybe even greater due to the fact he was ready for it; plus more time to process it. Everything just seemed a little bit brighter on the world surrounded by the dark sky. It was truly remarkable.
As the love of his life walked away, the eighteen year old backed up and rested his back against the nearby tree atop the hill. Slowly, the position transitioned from a stand to a sitting, back still against the bark. Did the soldier feel sad? No, Blackout had no tears to shed. He wanted to; he really did, but nothing would appear. Out of all things, the last thing Shiro Utuago wanted to lack was a heart.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 12, 2014 16:29:01 GMT -5
[/i] have more fun. Blackout had questioned her actions, unsure as to why she had kissed him. Maybe he wasn’t expecting it. The signs were there, ringing for it to happen. Yet, Blackout was completely oblivious to their screams. ”That, Blackout, was impulse. You like?” Creed wiped at her lower lip with her thumb, grinning all the while. Her purple orbs remained on his body, watching him and his silent thoughts. Oh how she would love to know what was going on in that complex mind of his. Was he addressing what to do next? Were his testosterone levels going through the roof? Or was he simply thinking about what he was going to have for lunch? Creed was dying to know how big the ripples in his mind were from her sudden actions. Before she had chance to decide on his thoughts, Blackout paced forward, towards her once again. There was a hunger within his eyes, as though he wanted another taste of the forbidden fruit. Creed had only managed to move her right leg backwards, preparing to walk away from him, until he reached for her hand and forced it upon his wound. Was he crazy?! What on Gahanna was he up to? Even for Creed, she could tell the pressure he pushed against his wound, against her hand, would cause major discomfort. None of it made any sense, until he reached out and pulled her closer to his body. Creed was finally starting to understand that she had mention there was no pleasure without pain. The pain was being inflicted upon but where was the- Then he kissed her! Everything was all wrong. This was not supposed to happen! None of this was supposed to happen. As the kiss took place, Creed, confused and shocked, remained still. She allowed Blackout to plant to passionate kiss upon her, but she couldn’t quite bring herself to accept it. As much as her body craved for the warmth and the natural instincts of reacting to the fondness, she couldn’t – wouldn’t – allow herself to fall victim to love or anything of the sort. Her heart hammered against her chest, and for a moment she was unsure if it was her heartbeat or Blackout’s. Their chests were so close to one another she was almost certain that she could feel two heartbeats; his and hers. There was a moment, a short one at that, where she felt her eyes close. Creed had accepted the kiss for that mere second, but quickly regained her clear headed judgement. No. She wouldn’t do it. She wouldn’t become one of those girls who swoon over a guy. Creed was the game player, not the pawn! The warmth suddenly left her lips, after what had seemed to have lasted forever. Her eyes found his, and she watched as he pulled away from her, leaving the cold air of the night to claw at her bare skin. With Blackout’s body no long there, pressing against her, Creed became cold. It was only now she realised just how bitter the air was in the town. Goosebumps pricked all over her bare chest, arm and leg, and it was then she wanted to go and find a nice hotel room to warm up in and play back the memories which were taking place right here and now. Her eyes remained fixated on his face, pondering how to react to his impulse passion. Should she attack him? That would be what she would usually do in a case like this, right? Creed wasn’t entirely sure. Her thoughts and feelings were scattered all over the place, and she couldn’t quite gather them up at this instant. Only when something glimmered on blackout’s cheek did Creed snap out of her mindset on whether to kill him. A light from the lamppost behind her, but in front of Blackout, had reflected back off a single tear running down his face. Confused, Creed tilted her head, focusing on the crystal clear droplet as it travelled downwards. Her eyes diverted to her right hand and the damp patch of blood which belonged to the man. He had pressed her hand into his side so much that it had seeped through his shirt and onto her hand. Had the pain he forced upon himself hurt him so much that it made him cry? Was a kiss really worth that much pain? Dropping her blood soaked hand to her side; Creed pulled back her infamous smile as though the previous moments had not bothered her in the slightest. Her four limbs withdraw back into their shell, as Creed decided she was no longer in danger. Slowly, she walked towards the confused man. A gentle hand reached up and caught the rolling tear before it vanished onto the large puddle from the fountain below. Smiling, Creed brushed away the path of the tear before shifting her eyes to his. ”If those pretty little lips of yours touch me again, I’m going to rip them from your pretty little face. Got it?” She threatened with a gentle smile. Was she serious? Perhaps. Creed was furious that she had allowed things to go this far. If she threatened him then maybe he would get it that Creed was not girlfriend material; which she wasn’t. How could anyone sleep next to her knowing full well she could get hungry during the night and murder them as they slept? No man in their right mind would want to get close to a being as disturbed as she was. A dark claw flicked at the tip of Blackout’s nose playfully, leaving a dab of wet blood which had come from the man himself. She grinned widely, showing off her little fangs to the dark hair man as she backed away. Behind her a swirling portal of darkness opened, welcoming the dark saviour with open arms to step in and disappear from Traverse Town...and from him. Her hand lifted and she waved her fingers, signalling her goodbye. Refusing to lift her eyes from the taller male, Creed wanted to absorb every last detail of Blackout before she vanished from his sight. She knew it would be the last time she would see him, and it upset her that she would never be able to take his soul away from him. But who knew, maybe destiny would intertwine their paths further down the line. The darkness within the portal started to cloud her body, cloaking her in a starry like coat before she blew one final kiss towards Blackout with a wink of her purple orb. And with that, the portal swallowed her, transporting her to the next unknown world. [Creed Exit][/ul] [/div]
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Post by Deleted on Sept 12, 2014 23:07:32 GMT -5
Wait…? What? So that was a form of disrespect? Their lips embracing was too much of a delightful feeling to be compared to something that could offend someone in the intellect’s head. Or was she playing with him? Or did that he should consider it disrespectful as well? It was Creed after all; and Shiro gathered that she wasn’t too fond of him due to calling her out. Inside, the man sighed via thought; not understanding the situation. It really was a shit case too, as the analyst would continue to process through everything over and over again until the man found a conclusion to put his mind at ease. The observant man had a feeling his flustered mind wouldn’t find such relaxation in a while. ”Umm... The feeling is mutual?” Clearly at a loss of words and not so confident in them, the man stood there as she wiped an unnoticeable tear from his cheek. Unlike the other times the white haired woman had stroke his cheek, that time it was warm and comforting. Blackout didn’t even understand the concept of whatever the hell just happened, and yet she continued to frustrate the intellect mentally. The man’s head consisted of contradicting thoughts that went left and right; utter confusion. Was that her plan?
All the man knew was once she removed her hand and flicked his nose in an assumable playful way (he didn’t know what to think of her actions anymore), the man’s cheek felt cold. Perhaps it was the night atmosphere combined with the dampness on his skin that the tear left? However, a feeling was conjured up within the memory less soldier; missing. The man now felt like he longed for her gentle touch just as she had performed, but what did that mean? Would that have been the case with any other woman or man? A bullet to the face would have been the response to others doing such before.
The wrap up of their meeting was nothing but a mess for the analyst. However, the man found peace with the situation as he found his conclusion. Creed was gone. Glancing down at the brick paving after she departed with a wink, Shiro thought to himself about how he was feeling. Contracting his elbow, the man’s hand found his hand clutching the part of his shirt, where deep underneath his heart lay; reminiscing how it thumped faster and harder… Blackout had a heart? That was certainly news.
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