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Post by Pez on Jan 10, 2009 2:54:38 GMT -6
Carwyn roared, the sound itself shaking the cathedral. He reached a hand down, seizing Sinda by the collar. He lifted her face to his own. "Listen here, human," he hissed. "Yourpeople are the reason why my people flit silently through these halls. Why my people have to travel in groups large enough to combat a regime of Light Angels. Why my[/b] people are fearful of stepping foot outside this cathedral, lest they are found by your people and are killed for sport!"
In a fit of rage, Carwyn thoughtlessly tossed a bolt across the pews. It struck the stone steps before the altar, causing chunks of granite to pitter down to the floor. He turned back to face Sindra.
"You are not the wisest being to cross me, human. I would have much preferred you pleading to my merciful side."
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Post by EmberRoze on Jan 10, 2009 2:59:25 GMT -6
Cass burst out laughing hysterically. "You have the gall to tell me that my people kill your people for sport?!" she exclaimed. "I believe that five brigades of Dark Angels took out England. Five Slayers were killed by your people. My pregnant cousin and her two year old child were killed by a Dark Angel for sport. No, Angel, it is best if you don't cross me. I hav ways of making it into your nightmares and turning them into reality. I have ways of hunting you where you won't even know I'm coming."
She gave him a cold glare. "And I have no regard toward death. He will take me when he will, but until then. . ." She spat at his feet.
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Post by Pez on Jan 10, 2009 3:07:39 GMT -6
"Human, you accept death like a warrior should." Carwyn squatted down next to Sindra. "How well, however, do you accept pain?"
Carwyn reached out with one hand and touched it against Sindra's shoulder, letting a spark jump from his fingertips. A jolt exploded through Sindra's body. "Well?" He boomed. "What do you think of this? What do you think of pain? Hmm? For I can keep death at bay for as long as I please, and believe me human, seeing you convulse brings me nothing but pleasure." He removed his hand from her shoulder, standing above her, arms folded. "Now, why don't you explain how you plan to invade my dreams while I plan to keep you as my personal plaything? It will be quite hard to haunt my nightmares and fabricate from them a reality when you are held in my den, tied to a post and broken in spirit. How do you expect to hunt me from the ends of my fingertips, as they course through your body a pain like liquid fire? What you have experienced thus far is nowhere near the beginning of what I can do to a person..."
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Post by EmberRoze on Jan 10, 2009 3:11:28 GMT -6
Cass grimaced, and felt around on the ground. Her feet found what she was looking for, and with a shake of her head, she whispered, "I'm Sindrana, Angel." She rolled to the side and with the slab of granite nestled in between her boots, she flung it at the Angel. It struck him in the temple, and the bonds weakened long enough for her to break free. In a deft motion, she pulled a lead baton from her belt and a knife from the sole of her boot before breaking free from the sanctum.
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Post by Pez on Jan 10, 2009 12:52:18 GMT -6
Carwyn was momentarily dazed by the stone. He turned his head, feeling his temple and the blood dripping down it. He quickly tore a small scrap of cloth from his robe and used it to blot up some of the blood while applying pressure to the wound. One handed, he thought. This will be interesting[/i]
"Kill the human on sight. If she so much as steps foot outside of this building, someone is going to lose a pair of wings."
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Post by EmberRoze on Jan 10, 2009 13:08:05 GMT -6
Behind a pillar outside of the inner sanctum, Cass took a quick inventory of her weaponry. Her right wrist dagger was gone, as was one of her katanas. That left. . . her other wrist blade, both of her arm daggers, her neck dagger, her cords, her boot daggers, and the ones at the smalls of her back. She had one katana of the pair, three vials of chloroform, and. . . She trailed off. No. That's not for their kind. Her fists clenched. I'm almost out as it is. . .
The church began to buzz with activity. They're slow, she thought. That probably means that the angel who had me is the leader. Wonderful.
A stone skittered beside her, and she whirled around, a cord suddenly in her hand. Before the Angel could touch her, the leather throng was about its neck. Mercilessly, Cass tightened the cord and knotted it, letting the Angel drop.
Without a backward glance, she sprinted silently along the wall. Now, out of the labyrinth.
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Post by Pez on Jan 10, 2009 13:19:34 GMT -6
Carwyn cast aside his preferences for the abnormal and leapt to the air. His wings glowed a brilliant white against the small patches of light that shone in through the cathedrals broken walls.
He dove through the ajar door like an eagle bombing prey. He quickly exited into the main corridor of the church, fluttering with no direction in mind. "FOOLS! DON'T FLY IN PLACE! SEARCH! SCAN! BAR THE DOORS AND WINDOWS!" Carwyn again thrust his body forward and started flying alongside the columns in a hallway heading westward. Let us see if slayers are as much a victim to common human instinct as the simpleton humans
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Post by EmberRoze on Jan 10, 2009 13:35:45 GMT -6
Brilliant, Cass thought, berating herself. Of all people to yield to, you found the psycopath, Cass. Just brilliant. A swoosh of air alerted her to a coming Angel. She skittered between a gap formed by statue and the wall. Okay, she thought as she scanned the area around her. Front entrance, gone. If I remember from when we came, there were w-- She stopped suddenly. The parish. She checked behind her. The Angels were farther and fewer in between once she looked back to the inner sanctum. They'll anticipate me fighting my way through. I normally would except now. . . Blood trailed sluggishly down her back and face. Her shoulder throbbed in pain from where a support beam of the confession booth had hit her. Fighting, at this point and time, is suicide. She swallowed. Let's just hope it isn't locked.
She slid from her hiding place like a cat. Her heart pounded in her chest as she reversed course, heading back from where she had come. Let this work. . .
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Post by Pez on Jan 10, 2009 13:42:13 GMT -6
Carwyn flitted through the hallways, looking for the human. She is nowhere to be found, Carwyn thought. He floated back down to the ground, looking around him. My troops are blocking all the exits, the windows aren't capable of being broken by a human, there's nowhere for the human to go but...
He looked behind him.
In.
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Post by EmberRoze on Jan 10, 2009 13:45:19 GMT -6
Cass breathed a sigh of relief and silently closed the heavy wooden door to the parish. She looked up to the ceiling, and nodded without saying a word. She made her way quickly through the parish, through a man's home. . . She shoved the thought from mind. The blood stain she passed wrenched at her gut. You will be avenged, she thought. Methodically, she wandered through the parish looking for the way out. There was a single room left when she heard the door to the sanctum open. In a rush of emotion, she hid.
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Post by Pez on Jan 10, 2009 13:48:51 GMT -6
Carwyn walked across the floors of the parish, glancing carefully around, orb in hand. "Human, it is obvious to me that you are in here now," he said. "These doors are restricted to all but myself and those of greater power than me. As of now, I am the highest power present in this building. There is no reason for the dust to be missing from the handled of our door." He smiled smugly, triumphant.
"Come out, come out, wherever you are," Carwyn haggardly whispered, an orb of light in each hand.
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Post by EmberRoze on Jan 10, 2009 22:33:53 GMT -6
Cass rolled her eyes from her hiding place. She looked around, and shook her head. I ended up here how?
The Angel moved slowly, methodically, through the parish. Randomly she heard slamming and banging. He may have been trying to startle her into revealing her location. Fool, she thought cynically. I am no Human chit.
The Angel entered the room she was hiding in. Cass barely breathed.
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Post by Pez on Jan 11, 2009 0:16:20 GMT -6
Carwyn slowly flew into the room, careful to not make a sound. His hands glowed with swirling pockets of raw magic, his eyes glowing with an almost maroon tinge.
"Human, you are hiding in the lion's den instead of running away from the beast. I do not know exactly which type of fool you are, but I believe it must border somewhere on the level of a Neanderthal." He landed noiselessly on the floor in the center of the room. "If you announce your position now, I may ensure that your death is swift and relatively painless. However, if I must continue this petty game of cat and mouse, I will see to it that this cat plays with his food far longer than you will care to know."
He spun on his feet, checking his back. "Or perhaps I should not kill you at all. Why should I be the one to reunite a loving couple?" A terrible sneer crossed Carwyn's mouth. "What was that feeble waste of existence named? Sebastian? Percival? If I recall, it was one of those silly names that no being should ever have to endure."
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Post by EmberRoze on Jan 11, 2009 0:20:47 GMT -6
Cass's finger's dug into the fabric above her as she resisted the very very powerful urge to leap from her hiding spot and tear his neck from his head and his body. Nathaniel, you fucking cretin. His name is Nathaniel. she thought, trembling with anger. You have no right to even think of him.
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Post by Pez on Jan 11, 2009 0:30:47 GMT -6
"I see that even you cannot remember his name. Oh, the wonder of love; the phrase "'Til death do us part" carries more meaning than you humans can comprehend. Tell me, human, is the surname "Driscol" not at all familiar to you?
Carwyn paused, the only sound returning to him being the echo of his own voice.
"Why am I not surprised? Why should I expect humans to care of who they kill and do not kill? After all, what is a son? What value could a son possibly have to a monster like me? No, of course we angels care not for family. We only know how to fight." Carwyn tossed an orb to his left, blowing a hole into the ceiling and causing stones to fall onto a dresser.
"And KILL" [/size]He tossed an orb to his right, colliding with the wall and raining chunks of rock to the floor.
"No, I guess we angels are not capable of love!" His raspy voice broke, a look of despair crossing his face momentarily. It was quickly wiped away and a look of indifference and class replaced it. Carwyn looked down at his palms again, and he closed his eyes. A long bo materialized in his dominant hand.
"Although we are perfectly capable of hate" he seethed.
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