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Post by Maeve Rakshasa on Jul 26, 2015 8:12:59 GMT
Maeve bared her fangs as the dark magician seemed to pay no heed to her threat, his cool and collected air was grating on her nerves but she held herself back giving him only a snarl. Though she practically launched into her attack as he began prattling on and on about his ridiculously foolish ideals. She rolled her dimly glowing eyes as he spoke in a grandiose tone over such trifling and misguided theories. Strength through suffering? Was he for real? It must have been a joke! The temptation to prove how wrong he was by cutting him down as he spoke was almost overwhelming but she kept herself composed, if barely. Her eyes of molten gold idly fixated on every movement he made as she imagined rending his flesh with her massive cleaver and stripping him to the bone. If he truly believed strength came from such a foolish way she was prepared to send him to a world of agony.
Strength didn't come from suffering. That was a stupid observation from a weakling. Strength came from passion, from drive. True strength came when you fought for something you truly cared for. Maeve always fought with what she cared for guiding her mighty blade. Be it to protect the innocent or, when she was in her current state of crazed power, domination of all challengers. She would prove it to him... She would prove that her way was the correct way. That she truly knew what it meant to be strong. His games and tricks were nothing but childish pranks driven by a mad man. This man would never become strong, not if he kept entertaining himself with his sadomasochistic delusions.
Her cold snarl finally broke however, as he accused her of being the villain in this scenario. In a way, it was true that she was eager to spill his blood not for justice but out of her fury but the accusation didn't deter her. Her stance didn't falter a minute as she merely cracked a coy smile in his direction. "Ho? I'm the villain am I?" She asked in a challenging if not amused coo at his presumption. "As I stated earlier, I am merely playing the game by your rules, as finicky as they may be. If your mindless insinuation that strength comes from suffering is correct then you should only think of this as me trying to make you stronger. How is that for a villain? For a monster?! I'm only trying to help! Never mind that your bloody splinters may fall by the wayside!" She said with a laugh as she made her first step towards him ignoring him as he excused himself.
As he used another trick to fade away Maeve would stop in her tracks, the claws on her feet dug into the ground to slow her momentum as she looked about. She stared searching for him as her eyes widened in shock and rage. In an instant her target was gone leaving the two women.
"W-What?! WHAT?! WHAATTT?!"
She started, a shocked stammer growing into a fierce roar as she yelled out to no one in particular.
"How dare you run! How dare you have the gall to lecture me on strength only to flee like a coward!" She hissed, her aura exploding around her sending more bolts of electricity sparking and flying. Her rage manifested around her body in a terrifying storm of red and black energy. Her muscles tensed and began to spasm with uncontrolled power as her body completely trembled with absolute rage. She held her head, with one hand as she sank to her knees.
"D-damn...You..." She said through clenched teeth in a trembling hiss.
"DAMN YOU FOR MAKING THESE PEOPLE SUFFER!" She suddenly yelled as both hands wrapped around Fateburn's hilt to lift the great cleaver into the air. She held it for only a second before she decided to slam it's blade into the grass in front of her. "DAMN YOU FOR PUTTING US IN DANGER!" She yelled out in fury as she cleaved the ground, dirt and blades of grass exploded into the air around her. "DAMN YOU FOR MAKING..." She choked out lifting the blade with shaky hands.
"...F-for making me turn into that monster."
Her aura faded away in an instant as she dropped her blade. She fell unto her palms and hung her head as hot tears began to trail down her cheeks. "Dammit dammit dammit!" She cursed repeatedly through choked sobs as her hands clenched into the dirt gathering it into her palms.
He made her lose control. His actions forced her to give into her demons. He made everyone see her as a monster, then made that nightmare into a reality.
"...Dammit..."
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Post by Sala on Jul 26, 2015 8:44:15 GMT
To Sala, Maeve looked incredible, so impressive as she spoke down to this horrible (if attractive) man who had caused the two of them (and some other people or something) so much turmoil in the past few hours. She grinned and cheered on Maeve as she made her speech, excited to see her friend cut loose and bathe the whole of the area in his blood! …Wow, that was a violent thought! Where did that come from? Anyway, Sala grinned, fists clenched in anticipation as she floated a safe distance behind Maeve and watched her prepare to cut down the evil man. But, then…
Then Lunar Mensis faded away and her expression shifted from eager (somewhat sadistic) anticipation to pity. On one hand, she was glad to be rid of the stupid, mean man who made her and her friend look ugly (or something like that, it was just an illusion, after all) and made her new friend so very upset. Her soft body quivered as that frightening aura enveloped the infuriated demon as she fell to her knees. Maeve’s yells echoed across the town, echoed in Sala’s ears and she frowned deeply at the pain she must have felt. It was cruel, but it’s what she’d probably do as well… fleeing at the first sign of trouble.
Sala flew over to Maeve as she began to cry out of frustration. She hesitated at first, not from fear of Maeve but from not quite knowing the right words to say. This person protected her throughout this dark and terrible night. She helped her deal with her fear and vanquished the obstacles in her path. To Sala, Maeve was a hero, the farthest thing from a monster she could possibly be. Her brows furrowed and she quickly wrapped her hands around Maeve’s to prevent her from dirtying them further.
“You’re not a monster,” she muttered, bringing the demon swordswoman’s hands closer to her stomach and giving her a warm hug from behind. The Majin’s body fell slowly and her knees gently lowered onto the dirt beneath them. “You’re not,” she repeated, “you helped me, saved me… And you didn’t kill anyone, you didn’t even really hurt anyone. You fought against that man… a real monster… and you stopped his game before it could get any worse. You really care about the people in this town and you protected them.” Her arms squeezed Maeve slightly, but she wanted to make sure that she understood completely. “You’re a hero, Maeve,” she stated definitively, “and I won’t hear you say anything different, understand?”
Her head turned to where Lunar Mensis was, Sala glaring at the area and pouting. She thought for a moment about the thought she had right before he disappeared. She’d pictured him strewn across the area, organs bared and blood splattered. Such a grisly image came from her mind, directed at someone else. Perhaps it was she who was the monster, not Maeve. Her eyes turned from the spot and she spoke softly, “As much as that guy deserved it… maybe this was for the best. I think, next time, you’ll be in control.”
Sala bit her lip and let Maeve go for a moment, as she remembered the discomfort she showed earlier. She settled for keeping a hand pressed against her shoulder as she lifted herself back into the air. “And… it’s my fault, not yours…” she said, recognizing her own part in what just transpired. “I was trying to hide behind you… I’m a coward, I should have tried my telekinesis… something to make him stay. So, don’t be upset with yourself, you were wonderful, you’re way more useful than I ever was.
“I’m so sorry, Maeve.”
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Post by Maeve Rakshasa on Jul 26, 2015 9:45:49 GMT
Maeve's frustrated sobbing and shudder of pure emotion ceased, at least for a moment as she felt the warmth of the majin's hands clasp over her own trembling hands. She looked down at the simple gesture, a little frown crossing her lips at the image however. This girl's hands were so soft, so faultless and perfectly feminine... While hers were covered in tough scales, a few light scars and claws. A few tears dropped down unto Sala's hands as she let the image soak in. Her eyes squeezed shut as she considered pulling away from the girl. She didn't feel like she deserved such a warmth. She knew what she was, she knew how she felt. She was trembling at the thought of slaughtering that man. She wanted to take his ideals and break him with them. She would have cut him down if he didn't escape. She let out a whimper, her lip quivering as the negative thoughts that mercilessly thundered in her head and ripped at her heart seemed to be never ending. That was of course, until Sala breathed one thing.
'You aren't a monster.'
Her misty eyes shot open as she watched Sala's hands take hers and pull them back forcing her to sit up so Sala could give her a warm embrace from behind. Maeve glanced down soft tears still falling as she let herself be cradled in the warmth of the majin's embrace. Her ear flicked as she glanced back a bit as Sala reassured her that she wasn't a monster. As she listed off her deeds she shook her head softly in denial of the praise she was given. While, it was indeed true that she made special effort to keep as many people alive and unharmed and that she did attempt to strike Lunar down for his crimes. The thing that made her question herself though, more than anything else...Was the fact that she was so thrilled to cut him down. She wanted him to feel pain for all the turmoil he caused. Her lust for violence was terrifying.
As she called her a hero her eyes would squeeze shut once more, tears rolling down her cheeks as she fought back the flood of raw emotion. She looked down to see the soft undersides of her fearsome hands pressed against the majin's palm. with their fingers interlocked...Somehow, the image soothed her. Almost as much as the sentiment she provided.
She gasped as she felt the warmth of her hands slip away. She stood up watching as the woman began to drift into the air and apologize profusely to her for her cowardice and for her inaction. "Sala..." She said, her tears mostly dry now as she felt the girl's hand clasp her shoulder. "...I...Don't care about that..." She said looking to her, the fierce glow dying down as the mystic tattoos began to etch themselves onto her body she wrapped her arms around the hovering girl and buried her face into her neck as she gave her a tight awkward hug. "You're right... I wasn't myself, so...I'd feel horrible if I killed him. Even after all he did.. I don't think... I mean I wouldn't want..." She tried to come up with her words. "I don't want to kill anyone, even him..." She looked up to the majin girl as she slowly broke her embrace. "...So I don't want you to feel sorry, you did nothing wrong... In fact, you helped me a lot throughout this whole thing.."
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Post by Sala on Aug 2, 2015 14:43:05 GMT
A warm smile crept across the Majin’s face as Maeve spoke to her, even hugged her! Taken aback, she remained still in the demon’s embrace and watched as the stifling, hateful aura faded away. Maeve’s words were small reassurance, however. Despite feeling happy that Maeve was relieved not to have killed Lunar, Sala couldn’t avoid the pit in her stomach. Even seeing Maeve overcome her inner darkness, even helping her realize that she was, in all likelihood, the kindest demon on Earth, Sala’s mind raced with images of what could have been.
Sala imagined Lunar’s body broken and bent unnaturally, torn and burnt, begging, screaming for mercy under the reptilian feet of the demon and actively fought back a smile. This kept happening, all throughout tonight and before then as well. It was so much easier when she was trapped in the Demon Realm. Back then, wanting someone dead in the most violent manner possible seemed a natural reaction to being surrounded by hostile creatures, each of them eager to spill her own purple blood. Here, on Earth, however, it became clear that Sala’s mind had changed between her experiences here and there.
Mind frayed, Sala felt relief as Maeve let her go. She tried to look her in the eyes as though nothing was bothering her, but she couldn’t help but feel an annoying twinge of annoyance with her. Deep down, she regretted helping this woman calm down, sparing her the horror of killing someone when she was not herself. Every fiber of her being told her that it would be fun and enjoyable to watch Lunar ripped apart, flayed, boiled… And even if she couldn’t get Lunar, maybe watching Maeve tear through townspeople like tissue paper could be entertaining. The only consolation that brought pause and relief to the Majin’s diseased mind was this: if Maeve were to lose control, she would prefer her do it of her own accord and be thoroughly corrupted by her own hand.
Tilting her head, Sala stared at Maeve with her bright, red eyes. “You’re very welcome,” she replied with a friendly smile, clapping her hands together. Her body floated before Maeve’s and she did a small twirl in the air before reclining on it lazily with her legs crossed. “Glad I could help, even if I’m not much of a fighter.” Mind wandering elsewhere, Sala pressed a finger to her lip in thought. “You know, I suppose we should try to stay close to one another in case he comes back, right?” asked the Majin. “After all,” she added, “he’s bound to do this again and, to be really honest, even if you don’t want to kill anyone, the world would be better off if that guy were dead.”
The smirk that crept onto her face betrayed some of Sala’s darker impulses, “So let’s get out of here, I am so sick of this place.”
[Sala Attempts to Leave the Thread]
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Post by Maeve Rakshasa on Aug 3, 2015 1:20:13 GMT
Maeve felt...Heavy, as Sala pulled away from their embrace, Her arms drooped at her sides as her legs trembled. She hung her head, spiked ruby locks covering her eyes once again as she struggled to stand. The fatigue from everything the two had gone through finally hitting her as things finally seemed to calm down. "Ooo..." She groaned before falling to her knee. She clasped her head, her weariness was making her head spin. She shook her head as she tried to refocus herself and glanced up at Sala.
The girl had suggested that they stick together, at least for a little while, and quite honestly she wanted to keep Sala close...She wasn't sure why, maybe she was still in a protective mode... Or maybe it was because she just liked her company. She wasn't quite sure. Still, she didn't dwell on it as she pulled herself up and looked into the majin's sharp ruby eyes. "We can...We can go back to my home, with the Shrimps." She said, thinking on it. "I'm sure Ma- Er... Lemon won't mind if you stay the night..." She mused, correcting herself (she nearly called her 'Ma') as she sheathed her blade.
She looked out to the city for a moment, the sounds of panic were still going on but it seemed it was less due to the terror of the mystic's illusions and more due to the aftermath of the actions. Lunar had claimed he was benevolent with his actions, that he was doing everything for the good of the people, and that he didn't mean to hurt anyone... It was foolish though, to expect no one would get hurt. Even if he truly wanted to help...Why would he be so careless?
Fear does a funny thing to people: in their frenzy of horror some lash out. Maeve could clearly recall the sounds of people beating each other due to their warped lies of reality thanks to the mystic trickster's spells. Maeve frowned, the sounds of sobbing filling her ears as she listened to the town. How many people killed their neighbor in fear? How many people escaped their nightmare by ending it themselves? She didn't want to know.
Sala was right, while Maeve might not have had to kill Lunar she certainly had to stop him...Somehow...
"...Alright, lets leave Sala... I can lead you to the Ranch, It's towards the south so we might have to er... Fly again." She explained as she walked towards the edge of the town as the majin began to float away as well. She didn't look back a second time. No, she had to keep moving forward. She had to grow stronger to not only prove the mad warlock wrong, but to make him take responsibility for the pain he's caused.
With that last thought, Maeve left with Sala going into the night.
Fin~ Power Level for me: Medium Weights on.
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Post by Zuni on Aug 4, 2015 8:43:30 GMT
Hi guys!
I almost didn't read this thread. 3spoopy5me. Glad I did though! It was a very enjoyable read!
Lunar, you wrote 2798 words for a total of 3568 pl bringing you to 21,220 pl total.
Sala, you wrote 4437 words for a total of 6185 pl bringing you to 14,254 pl total.
Maeve, you wrote a whopping 6914 words and, putting those medium weights to work, you get a total of 12,626 pl almost doubling you up to 26,220 pl total!
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Post by Ra on Jun 7, 2019 3:39:59 GMT
Maeve blinked as the majin girl clutched her arm like a scared child. She tilted her head lightly in her direction but quickly ended up looking ahead. She didn't want Sala to see her face, it was lightly flushed and burning with embarrassment. She wasn't used to having people touch her (or for that matter, cling to her in such a frightful manner.) So she was rigid and awkward from the contact of the terrified majin. Though after a brief moment she shook off her blush and steeled herself, regain her composure and shifted her focus back to the task at hand. Her serene mind was disturbed by her flustered state so it was imperative that she try to get over her hang ups about physical contact... At least for now. The softest hints of a smile grazed her intensely focused face at the sudden surge of determination the woman displayed (even if it was slightly confusing, the 'stupid pink face' comment seemed a little out of place.) Was she alright? Or, was she still being affected by the twisted illusion? That had to be it... All the more reason to stop it. She brushed everything off however and made her way forward. She didn't have time to question the girl and her odd perception. She had to make as much ground as she could while she could maintain her focus. She looked to her surroundings, things seemed oddly quiet and it was keeping her on edge. A civilian clouded by the dark illusion could jump out before them at any turn. The madman behind it all could be hidden behind any corner. She had to remain sharp, vigilant, and ready for anything. Her gaze shifted up as she noticed a bit of movement. "?!" Her headfins perked as her body suddenly tensed. Her muscles flexed lightly as her grip tightened around the hilt of her sword. A flicker of the demon's image skirted down one of the alleyways before her. The instinct to spring after it flooded her but she hesitated. Something was off about it. With her serene state of mind Maeve picked up on small details that normally would pass by others... The way the image moved, it seemed surreal and uncanny. The illusion was very well crafted but Maeve's serene state picked it apart. It looked as if he didn't fit the world... The lighting wasn't exactly right and it's shadow didn't seem to look like it was affected by the world around it. In fact, the illusion didn't have any impact or weight on it's surroundings at all. "Damnable trickster..." Maeve spoke in a flat tone as she turned away from the image. "...Hey, pay close attention. I think he's using illusions to keep us off his trail." She said turning to Sala for a moment. "Look sharp and-" She stopped, ears twitching as she heard something come up behind her. "Die you ungrateful bitch!" A man called out as he lifted up a crowbar and attempted to smash Maeve's skull in a sharp downward arc. Reacting quickly though: Maeve would draw her blade and catch the crowbar in the middle of it's swing. The unmistakable sound of the clashing of metal rang throughout the air as Fateburn and the blunt crowbar struck against each other in an instant. Sparks shot into the air as the two metal objects rubbed against each other. Maeve's golden eyes narrowed in on the attacking human for a moment, she knew to hold herself back but a bit of anger still bubbled up within her at being attacked from behind. He pulled away from their weapon lock and held his freed crowbar up. Tears began streaming down his cheeks as he stepped towards her a second time. "You... YOU TOOK EVERYTHING!!!" He yelled as he ran at her once more. Maeve clicked her tongue as she lowered her stance. "I LOVED YOU DAMMIT!" All it took was a quick snap of her tail to send the large man to the ground. "Damn... To be this reckless...What sort of nightmare could one be having?" Maeve asked herself looking over the man. From the nonsense he was shouting it was fairly obvious he had a sad life. Maeve looked upon him with pity for a moment but ended up looking up once more. "If we don't hurry these people are going to tear each other apart... Damn him..."
-- Turns Remaining for Serene Mind: 1 --
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