The Curse Of Power

OOC: ok

BIC: Raine walked away with his hands in his pockets, and walked straight passed Alaric

 

rexejon woke up and walked to a window staring to outside

 

Raine was sat ontop of a roof of a building still in view of the burning sky scrapper

 

Raine was watching as the fire service tried to put out the fire, then his phone rang, "Hello" Raine said
"Operation burning Raine complete?"
"Yeah, watch the news"
Raine hung up and walked into the building, and when he came out he could see Alaric

 

rexejon opened the window and jumped trough it and started to run around

 

Raine slowly drew his sword, and waited

 

rexejon got a phone call and rexejon took it up ''yes'' said rexejon trough the phone ''alright i'm coming right away'' said rexejon and putted his phone away and jumped from building to building

 

It was raining in the grasslands, thousands of miles away from civilization. Walking through the rain, lightning striking the skies thunderless, giving an awry wind, Vrae was looking down, his hands clutching a black diamond blade. His masamune. His dark wind, a ghastly air of blackness, danced about the blade, giving it an ominous light. He smelled of roses and honey. He was the manifest of darkness, of pure evil. Vrae walked through the ominous storm, his black mane dancing like a whip. His bangs passed brushed his bone-white cheeks, his black lips parting for a sigh. His breath smelled of death and decay. How old was he now? He did not count the years, only the many of innocents he has killed. Including the imfamous. The purple glow of his sword revealed a sanguine liquid upon the edge...

Ooc: Forgive my rambling...

 

OOC: why your rambling seems nessisary

BIC; Raine appeared to move at a high speed slicing apart two of the men challenging Alaric, ofcource this was his powers doing, he then seemed to vanish and reappeared back where he was standing. His sword sheathed.

 

rexejon landed somewhere and stared around

 

He copied my power! "How did you do that?" Raine asked from behind Alaric

 

rexejon runned on a building and sat down on the roof watching around

 

The adept ALT-EVO experiment, Vrae, appeared beyond the city walls, appearing at the battleground, a maelstrom of dark wind blowing apart buildings. Blades after blades of dark wind came past his levitating body, his face masked behind the shadows of his hair, which whipped about violently. His trenchcoat danced about his body, offering a small gust beneath his feet. He held the masamune outwards, like a puppet on marrionettes. His unseen eyes stared at Alaric and Raine. He twisted the blade like a key, releasing a vortex of dark wind.

 

Raine uses his power and gets behind Vrae then draws his sword atacks with a slash in his normal speed

 

The dark-wind aura kicks up, turning into blades. The aura kicked the blade higher and higher, as an undead creature arises, thrusting a clawed hand towards Raine's chest. Vrae lands softly on the ground, walking two paces forwards, each a long stride. The wind-aura broke down, allowing the blade to fall. He turns slightly, eyeing the undead creature and Raine. His face was still under shadow.