Spirox War

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Ayako had followed Chrona back to his place. That wasn't a thing she would normally do, but she made a very good judgement call, since of course this person had saved her life. She really had no where else to go at this point. She walked along with him, yawning and stretching her arms out.​

 

Chrona had taken Ayako back to Reno's place, which she believed was his own. He choose to let her believe that and decided to get some rest. Hopefully by the time he woke, he would be able to explain everything to the others when they woke. Right now though he needed to take care of the current issue at hand. "There should be a spare room around here for you to get some rest." He then made his way onto the couch and laid down on it. "I'll be here if you need me." With that, he closed his eyes in an attempt to get as much sleep as he possibly could.

 

Jim Anem froze as he felt the very ground beneath him tremor. Either mother nature was starting to dislike him, or something was nearby. Something big. Keeping his bow ready, his eyes began scanning the environment, but he saw nothing. It had to be an earthquake, surely. Nothing big enough to make that kind of shockwave would be able to be hidden so easily, could it? His question was answered only moments later, as he saw a beast slowly come out of a sort of cloaking field, rushing at him at a tremendous pace.​

Jim turned away and began running at full pace, making sure to fire arrows backwards as he ran. There was no way he was going to die, not here, and not on this day. Arrow after arrow he fired at the beast, to the point it seemed as though its legs were made of arrows, but it wasn't slowing in the slightest. Just how strong was this thing? The creature caught him now, not surprising given the speed it ran at- how did it move so fast for its size? A swing from the saws known as claws from the creature, a swift duck enabled Jim to avoid it and viciously jab an arrow up into the creature's hand.

Not fast enough for the next swing, Jim was knocked to the ground and his bow snapped beneath the weight of Collossian's leg. His death only moments away, Jim would not go down easily, that much was sure. As the creature scooped him up and lifted its head to swallow Jim whole, the archer pulled the small blade from his side, the one his wife had had. With all his might, he drove the blade into the side of the beast's mouth, causing blood to flow quickly from the wound. Jim clung to the blade for dear life, but the force of the rushing falls was too much, and he lost his grip, falling down into the abyss below, and ultimately being swallowed by Collossian. Jim Anem was no more.

Stephen continued walking, indicating for Valinton to follow. Before too long, they were at Caleb's home, where he simply stopped for a moment. He should do a quick scan of Valinton's mind, to see what he was thinking. Apparently, he didn't know this was Caleb's house, yet he had followed. Was this out of desperation to save the captive, or was he truly that confident? For all his mind reading abilities, Stephen found it slightly difficult to determine what had motivated him. A cloud of emotions barred the entrance to his mind, something that irritated him.

Taking a step to the side, he gestured towards the door. "Enter, and tell him what it is you require of him. He will not attack you unless provoked, but keep in mind one thing; should you decide to resort to violence, I will see it coming far faster than you can draw your blade, and I will end you at a moment's notice. Now that that's clear, go and save your darling Doku" Stephen said, in a perfectly neutral tone yet it was fairly easy to tell what he meant.​

 

Damion's eyes fluttered open as he found himself laying face down on the ground. His narcoleptic habits had gotten the better of him. While he had no doubt that his brother was able to catch and kill the witness, he looked around to see no sign of the girl he'd taken. This was bad. He hadn't gotten what he wanted from her, but that wasn't exactly a crying shame. What was really the trouble was that she witnessed them. They had to track her down and keep her from bringing the authorities into this. While him and his brother were strong, numbers beat power. Another option would be...to enlist some help. Perhaps join the mafia. Whatever they were going to do, he needed to find Darius first. Pushing himself up off the ground, he began walking in the direction he'd last seen Darius. ​

 

Ethel looked at the girl suspiciously. Why was she so interested in her? The girl was apparently named Dead. An odd name honestly; yet, so was Damnation... She didn't bother questioning it. Dead told her that she would offer protection from Damnation. In all honesty she was happy about it but also saddened by it. Ethel looked at the ground as she backed away some, "E-Ethel..." She said, "That's my name...". ​

Valinton saw Dead head somewhere else and shrugged. He followed Stephen around until they finally arrived at a house. He took a step forward and just before he opened the door Valinton realized something. He turned to Stephen suspiciously, "How did you know who I've been trying to help...?" His voice sounded irritated. He was tired of Damnation always going through his head and now there was possibly another one who had similar abilities.​

 

Darius was fuming. He had lost his prey, and wasted a lot of time chasing after him. Not only was he fuming, but he was hungry again. He made the decision to find his brother and regroup to see what he had to say. Who knew, maybe his brother would still have that human with him, maybe he would let him eat her. Oh he certainly hoped he would let him eat her. Moving along, he began wandering back towards where his brother had been seen last.

Stephen turned for a moment and looked at Valinton. For a moment, he nearly broke his emotionless expression to unleash an unholy bout of sarcasm, but he resisted the urge to do so. Whether or not he was known as a telepath was not particularly important at that point, but it would do no harm to have it known either. It may also have been the only way to convince Valinton, possibly. Because I am a user of the Spirox, and I can pry into your mind at any moment. Continue inside, please Stephen sent telepathically to Valinton, hoping to convince him. ​

 

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"Ethel, huh? Interesting name." Dead said, smirking at her. She watched as Ethel backed away from her. "What? Do you doubt me?" she sighed. Nobody ever took her seriously. And that caused quite a few people to die. Oh well, at least it gave Dead a near endless supply of Spectro rings. Least then she could be at the top of her game and use things easier. "Why do you keep backing away?" she asked, stepping closer to Ethel. She watched as Ethel bumped into a wall. She leaned down, close to Ethel's face. "Something about this pisses me off...can't quite put my finger on it though. Is it me you're scared of?" she asked, the illusion around her turning into the scariest depiction of death she could muster. "Are you afraid of death itself?" she asked, solemnly. "Don't test me, I've lived longer than plenty of people in this city. I don't even remember how old I am, that's how ancient I am, girl." she spoke with a monotone voice. Her scythe was in her right hand, her arm stamping it into the ground. "I don't want to hurt you, I really don't, but you're annoying me. So tell me what happened. I want to know everything that's happened up until this point." she said, her Skull contraption appearing and floating under hear, allowing her to sit on it. "I have all the time in the world."


Doku left Neko to her own devices, letting the girl wander around as she liked. Doku just wanted to take a nice soak in the bathtub and go to bed for the night. She couldn't go to Valinton's place like she wanted, but tomorrow she would get in contact with him and get started on moving some of her things over. Stepping into the bathroom, she removed her clothing and rinsed herself off in the shower before sitting down in the hot water of the bathtub. The water soothed all of her body, making her skin tingle a little. Her hands massaged her neck where Zylen had previously tried to strangle her. It hurt, but luckily she didn't get killed by him. Although her own life was the smallest thing on the list, she was more concerned for the child growing inside of her. She was quite large now, a lot larger than somebody with a baby inside them should be. That worried her a little, but she didn't feel any different than she did before the fights today, so she knew the child was okay and not in immediate danger.

Stepping out of the shower, she pulled her undergarments on and wrapped herself with a bathrobe. Heading out, she walked to the doctor's house. Stepping inside, she woke up the doctor. "Doctor, I need you for a second. Could you please wake up and give me an ultra sound? Today was very hectic and I'm scared something might be wrong." she whispered as the Doctor rose from her bed. They headed for one of the patient rooms and soon the doctor was scanning her stomach. Doku's eyes widened as she looked at the monitor. What she saw was very surprising. Everything was fine but...

Standing up quickly, after being cleaned up from the scan, she left and went to her room in the main house. Removing the bathrobe and pulling a nightgown over herself, she laid on the bed carefully and stared up at the ceiling. Her eyes were heavy with sleep and the news she received from the doctor. "I can't believe it..." she muttered, soon falling asleep.

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Somehow, someway, he managed to escape, with barely any injuries but a screwdriver in his abdomen, which he'd completely forgotten about as he made his way down the streets of Idenshi.
Now feeling the full effects of all the parkour, running, and fatigue, he rested his back on a wall of a building and started to take deeper breaths. Staying there for a few seconds, he plopped down on the ground and groaned.
"That...Was way too close..." His clothes were slightly tattered in different positions, but he didn't care. He didn't get eaten, and that was good enough for him. Taking another look around to make sure that the brothers still weren't there, he leaned back and shut his eyes, smiling.
"Well...Not too shabby for a first day." He muttered, sleep slowly edging in to him.

 

Blanc had woken up to the ordinary sounds of his now home town. It had been two years since he was left to his own devices in this city. He had been thus far able to make ends meet by doing little odd jobs here and there, and with it he had been able to make a living for himself. Known as that guy who would take care of just about any menial task you'd ask him to do, within the years of his living in Kikei he'd found out that mutants still have a bunch of weird things they need done. A perfect example was when that one mutant with hyper sensitive smell had him handle all of his garbage duty. That was a good consistent job, however the man eventually moved and that just meant that Blanc had to go find some new work. However, the middle of the night, as it would be as of now, was not a good time to find jobs. What it was good for, was simply taking a walk. The boy still needed to relax himself every now and then, and the night times was the perfect time to do it. Sure, it was when the more ferral and hunter like mutants came out, but he still found it to be a great time to clear his head and think about how he would find a job today. As such, Blanc just kept walking through the streets of Kikei.

 

Ethel just looked at the ground and after a few moments, she began to speak, "Damnation and I... We were once lovers. Many years ago... He wasn't anything like how he is now... He was... Kind... And gentle... But one day... He just disappeared... And I never saw him again... Assuming he was dead, I left the city and started a new life in another town that was in a whole different country..." Ethel's eyes began to water as her story continued. Her hands began to clench into fists in attempt of trying not to cry, "...I don't know why I even came back... I knew I wouldn't find him here... At least the man I knew so many years ago..."​

Valinton frowned at Stephen as he then turned back to the door and opened it. He walked in and saw Caleb asleep in his bed with the girl they were auctioning off earlier. He walked over to the foot of his bed and slowly began unsheathing his sword. The metal scraping against the sheath was rather loud in the quiet area as he then pointed his sword at Caleb. His eyes were fixated on the boy as they slightly glew from the moonlight hitting his face.

"Get up." Valinton ordered with a very angry and serious tone as the end of his sword was pointed very close to Caleb's face.​

 

Stephen stood still in the doorway, his arms crossed as he leaned against the wall. He had his eyes closed, but from the thoughts in the room he had a rough idea of where everybody was. As he heard the metal scraping against the ground, he still remained perfectly still. If Valinton even thought of attacking Caleb, he could prevent it with relative ease, so there wasn't much worry. From the thoughts he could hear coming from Caleb, he got the idea Caleb was going to fight back, to try and get to his blades before Valinton's got to his face. That could, and would, cause problems.
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"Caleb, don't bother. If he was going to kill you, he wouldn't have stopped so close to you. He has something important you need to hear, so do as he says. And you" Stephen said, speaking to Valinton, "put away that blade. I already told you, I'm a telepath. He will do as you say, but you will do as I say, or else you will find that blade inserted in a very awkward place for you, making it very difficult to sit down. Am I clear?" he questioned, growing tired of the mutant's stubbornness very quickly.


Caleb stopped. As usual, Stephen had known exactly what he was thinking. He had nearly gotten used to what it was like not having someone in his head all the time. Nearly. He looked at the girl laying next to him, not quite sure what he was going to do about her. Would Valinton try to take her back? Caleb clenched his fist a little. He wouldn't let her. He didn't care whether Stephen heard that or not. He respected the telepath, but he was by no means a slave. He sat up quietly. What a rude awakening this was. "You would kill a man while he's unarmed and half asleep? What do you need to tell me?" he questioned.​

 

Valinton threw his sword at the telepath in annoyance. It struck the door frame very close to his head and he shouted, "STAY OUT OF MY F*CKING HEAD!!" His voice was angry and echoed loud and clear throughout the home. He was sick of everyone's crap. Especially telepathic people like Damnation and the ass*ole in the door way.

He whipped his head back over to Caleb, "You! You're the reason why she's going to die! You're the reason why everything is going wrong! If you don't come back to the markets, I'M GOING TO DRAG YOUR SORRY *SS BACK MYSELF!"​

 

If Stephen was surprised by the sword, he didn't show it. He neither feared death, nor Valinton. He did, however, stop leaning against the wall and now stood straight with his hand by his blade, ready to draw and attack should it be needed. Valinton was starting to get more aggressive and yell louder, which could easily lead into a full on confrontation. He would have rathered avoid any sort of conflict so as to get through and achieve his goal quicker, but that possibility seemed to be falling further and further away.​

Caleb got off the bed and stood up straight now, now within arm's reach of Valinton. He was not intimidated by the draconic mutant, but he didn't want to get into a fight, either. However, if it came down to it, he would place himself away from Oerva to avoid any chance of her being harmed. "Calm down. If someone is truly in danger because of me, as you claim, I will go with you as you request. Explain things to me first, though, so I can be sure you aren't lying" the boy said to Valinton. He would not back down, but if it turned out the mutant was indeed telling the truth, Caleb would feel obligated to take the place of whoever was suffering because of him. Nobody deserved to be punished for another's actions, especially when those actions were giving people freedom.​

 

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"Lovers...huh?" she spoke softly. Her claw scraped the skull she was sitting on and made an eerie noise. Letting go and hopping off of the skull, Dead approached the girl. Something about this girl made her mad, but she couldn't be mad at her at the same time. This girl was a stranger to her and it would be wrong to hurt her, but at the same time it was getting harder to not simply smack the girl across the face. Clenching her fist, she punched the wall behind Ethel and left small cracks. This helped her a little, relieving some of that pent up anger, but she had to do something about Ethel's crying. If she didn't, the girl would probably cry more and cause even greater damage. Dead reached her arms forward and wrapped them around Ethel in an attempt to hug her. It was a simple hug, possibly awkward, but Dead thought it might help calm Ethel down. "There's no need to cry, you know. People change, yes, and I'm sure somewhere in your little heart your feelings for Damnation are stronger than that change. Just think of this as a challenge for yourself. You can attempt to win his heart back and possibly soothe his inner rage." she said softly into Ethel's ear. "I'll be around to help you if you need it. I can give you my phone number and everything!" she said, pulling away from the hug and placing her hands on Ethel's shoulders. "This is way out of character for me, but there's just something about you that makes me pity you, you know Ethel." she frowned with a small smile at the girl.

 

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Oerva felt the movement from Caleb. It was enough to wake her up. She didn't move after hearing a sword come out of its sheath slightly. It was him, the mutant that kidnapped her and sold her away. They found her and Caleb already. What was there to do now? Oerva hated violence and refused to hurt those around her. But someone who saved her was in trouble. Between the dragon man and the other, she wasn't aware of how to react. When the yell came, she jumped in shock. The other could read minds... like Damnation...

She sat up and held the covers closer to her. Valinton made it sound more then just him now. Someone was n danger, someone he seemed to care deeply about... it was that girl she saw with him. "It's that girl you were with wasn't it. Is Damnation threatening you with her life?" She questioned aloud to him, her voice still shaking from fear.

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"Enough of this." He said as he watched the girl squirm for help. Now he was pleased enough to settle himself. He'd let her suffer for a while. He didn't care what her fate would be. Damnation quickly leaped into the shadows and quickly returned to the market. He had another pest to deal with. That Ethel girl's emotions were far too excessive. He needed to delude her of those emotions and make her a lifeless puppet. Clearly emotions were something he needed to wipe away from all his subordinates. Dreams, the entry way to the mind's past and true self. If one can manipulate those, they can change a person's past and inner self, a phrase known as inception.

He walked into the market and could see where she was. It was obvious really, there was only one room that looked like it was at the edge of collapse. He was about to enter the room before stopping himself. He couldn't shake the feeling that what he was doing was wrong. "You are lucky this time, wretch."

Next he'd pat a visit to the vampire whom he sent to kill the cat and doku. Sure, he kind of needed Doku alive but at the same time he really didn't. Her methods would just make things simpler. "Zylen, mission report." He yelled, calling out to the bat man.

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Serena, as she was known by her family here, had awaited for Doku's return. She'd licked herself clean of any of the scratches that had come from her fight with Zylen. Once Doku returned, she looked at her as she changed. The look in her eyes were of some strange concern or something else. "What's wrong aunt Doku?" She asked, worried for her.

 

That was when a man announced his presence. How he had managed to remain unseen the entire time would be a complete and utter mystery. "Wait wait wait...Let me get this straight...You're tellin' me this ISN'T butter?! I can't believe it!" With a chuckle, he didn't give anyone a chance to respond before immediately walking up and swiftly going around and shaking all their hands and introducing himself to them. "Hey how you doin'? Name's Beucefilous Dionysus Alexander, love the plant thing you got goin on by the way greeny, but you can call me Beuce Beucey Alex Dino fil steve whatever you want.' The extremely fast paced and without pause between his words means in which he spoke was disarming to say the least. As if it was impossible for the brain to process what he had just said until a few moments afterwards. Even if Stephen tried to read his mind, he would find that it was like staring into the maw of the abyss, and prying into it for too long would come with the cost of his sanity

"So it sounds like toothless' girlfriend is captured by the big bad and you're gonna go take her place? Man why not just jump in there and bust some skulls! You got some power in your corner!" He said, grabbing Caleb's hands from behind and throwing them as boxing like punches at the air. "Stage a little rescue op and you'll have horny gonzolas in debt to you for saving her, probably the girl herself, you walk free, and you can start a superhero crime fighting team together! 20 bucks i could talk whatshisface into giving her up without a fight." That's when his eye twitched. He was...eccentric. Odd all in all, there was no denying that. But if you managed to decipher his words which may as well have each had a language their own as far as most people were concerned, you'd find that there was almost some spark of intelligence behind them.

Damion saw who he was looking for before long. When he did, he called him over. "Darius, we've got a problem. The girl escaped while i was unconsious. If she lets word about us out, it won't be long before the authorities arrive. So we've got to track her down and recapture her." Damion paused, having seemingly just noticed something he found odd about his brother. "Darius...Why aren't you covered in blood? What happened to the man you were chasing? Don't tell me...He got away? If so...that's two we need to track down." ​

 

Ethel looked at the ground again with a sad look, "I just wish that I could be useful some how... It feels like whatever I do with this power... It just destroys things... Even when I don't mean for it to..."​

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Valinton was about to answer Oerva but was stopped as a young man suddenly burst into the room spouting nonsense and began shaking hands with everyone as if he were welcome. This... Beuceifil... whatever his name was had caused Valinton to just stand there with the stupidest look on his face from the confusion that just happened. He could've sworn there wasn't anyone else in the home when he walked in. Beuce's eye suddenly twitched and just that told him this guy was crazy.​

 

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"Destroying things is actually a really good thing. You can use your powers to make people into bloody, fleshy pancakes!" she smiled. "You just need to get a little more control over them you know?" Dead patted Ethel's head. She had potential, a lot of it, and Dead could see it in her. Behind her, she thought she heard voices. "Was I hearing things just now, or did I hear somebody talking...?" she spoke quietly. Shaking her head, writing this off as her going crazy, Dead turned back to Ethel. "Maybe we should get out of this room? It looks like it wants to fall down on us." she pointed out. "Maybe even get you some food? If you're hungry I mean. I can make some delicious cake, you know." she smiled at Ethel.


Doku had completely forgotten that Serena was here. Opening her eyes from hearing Serena all of a sudden, Doku propped herself up onto her elbows. "It is nothing. We really should be getting to sleep. Especially me, I have to go to work tomorrow..." she trailed off, laying back down. It wasn't too long before she entered sleep again, her arms covering her stomach defensively. The doctor had told her that her child was fine, but said that it looked far more grown than it had only a few days beforehand. This was odd for them both and so the doctor told Doku she needed to be extra careful, for it seemed she was due to give birth a lot sooner than they knew previously. In her sleep, she muttered words out, as if she was dreaming of something awful. "Valinton..." she said softly, tears rolling gently down her cheeks.

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