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Post by Jack of Blades on Feb 29, 2012 10:47:04 GMT -5
Jack of Blades was walking down a street covered in black and red graffiti, the same graffiti that his gang had written into the buildings a few months ago. Every time someone had tried to clean it they went missing and it just returned the next day, so people had generally just given up on trying to kill it. He was in his human disguise whistling politely to himself as he went down the street with a knife in each hand. Behind him loomed a group of figures, his Blades, all draped in black and red with huge bags under their eyes. They looked tired and hungry yet they also seemed hungry and lest we forget. They stank.
It wasn't a human stench, something picked up swiftly and easily by an ordinary nose, it was a demonic stench, one that reeked of evil and misfortune. That was of course the chaotic magic that Jack had forced upon those who joined his gang, mutating them into Lycanthropic minions much like those he had back in the Void. He would need them if he was to take it back of course. Every single ounce of their strength would be needed if they were to take back the Jack's rightful home. But they would need to be trained first, his minions back home trained for centuries, time that Jack quite simply didn't have. So instead, he decided he would find the strongest opponents that they would ever have to go up against, those that survived would be ready. And worthy.
"Heeeeeeere seif-y, seif-y, seif-y." Jack called out mockingly, scraping his knives together, the Blades behind him flexing muscles and rolling shoulders, preparing to fight with that hungry look in there eyes. Some Scarves and Blades were going to die tonight.
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Post by Lea on Feb 29, 2012 11:03:15 GMT -5
From the alleyways, alleyways that were still covered in the blue-and-yellow graffiti denoting Scarves territory, alleyways where the red-and-black and the blue-and-yellow seemed almost at war with each other, emerged what, on first glance, looked like a ragtag bunch of street thugs. Certainly nothing to stand up to that terrible, terrifying army of knives and demonic filth.
But these thugs also had a scent, to those with the right noses - a demonic aura that hovered around them. They'd trained non-stop to hone their abilities, natural, learned, and supernatural alike.
And they all wore a Scarf.
You called, Jack-ass? And Seifer grinned.
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Post by Jack of Blades on Feb 29, 2012 12:14:20 GMT -5
"Ahhhh..." Jack said with a small smile as he motioned for his gang members to pause for a moment. "How nice of you to finally join us! It has been a fair while since we last met, hasn't it?" A small red mist gathered around the feet of Jack and his Blades. "You had a certain... shall we say, advantage over us last time, but now I am happy to say that we have leveled the playing field." He looked back at his Blades before smirking across at Seifer.
"Are you ready to shed blood, Seifer?"
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Post by Lea on Feb 29, 2012 12:21:57 GMT -5
He laughed, his grin almost as demonic as the Jack's smirk.
Always, as long as it's yours.
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Post by Jack of Blades on Feb 29, 2012 13:27:44 GMT -5
"Don't be so foolish, Seifer!" Jack said, motioning to the Blades "These boys have recieved a few... Upgrades..." He stood there smirking, his knives glinting slightly under the street light. He waited patiently for his opponent to make the first move, his Blades now growling in anger and frustration.
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Post by Lea on Feb 29, 2012 17:10:57 GMT -5
Oh, yeah, real upgraded. Now they smell like wet dog.
He stood, keeping the Scarves back. See how long Jack could stand to wait. Seifer was impatient - but he knew how to play this game.
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Post by Jack of Blades on Feb 29, 2012 17:44:31 GMT -5
"Would you look at that boys?" Jack said with a small smirk "Seifer appears to be trying to outwait us!" He gave a polite chuckle, but his Blades remained silent. "Well, let's give him something to watch whilst he waits, shall we?!" He threw his daggers up into the air before pivoting around, as he spun, the mist surrounded him before slowly dissipating to reveal Jack in his red cloak, steel armour and mask. The Blades around him started growling and snarling as their bodies bulged and morphed, skin ripped to be replaced by fur and jaws grew outwards into wolf like snouts. They were very much the stereotypical lycanthrope save for being slightly shorter, thicker and generally stronger. After the transformations were complete, Jack held one hand up for his daggers.
Instead a sword swung down, a large red and steel greatsword. The Sword of Aeons which he had stolen back from the Archon with the aid of Riku. Jack held the two handed sword lightly in his right hand as if it were just one of his knives. Red Mist surrounded his left hand which he raised and held up to Seifer before motioning for him to charge "Come." He said bluntly.
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Post by Riku Nomura on Mar 5, 2012 12:11:06 GMT -5
I felt a tug almost as if a strong pull was leading me somewhere. "Feels like Jasck's getting into trouble again. Might as well help."
I opened a dark portal and appered where the fewling as telling me. Beside Jack.
"I sensed you need help. Anything I can do?"
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Post by Jack of Blades on Mar 5, 2012 16:35:53 GMT -5
"Ahh, Mr Nomura." Jack said, not taking those burning yellow eyes off of Seifer's. "Just the man I was hoping to bump into, actually!" He pointed the Sword of Aeons across at the Scarves "These men and women here stand between me and claiming The Void..." He tutted and shook his head "Quite unfortunate, don't you think?" He tightened his grip on Riku's soul briefly, just in case the boy needed to be brought around to his way of thinking.
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Post by Lea on Mar 6, 2012 8:40:45 GMT -5
He spat at the ground, glaring around at all of the transformed thugs, and tasting the power in the air.
Damn cheating bastard. Just like a demon to not wanna play by the rules!
He cast a glance at the newcomer and felt for the power he was expecting - demonic in origin, just like he thought. Probably some human who sold their soul for some cheap thrill or desire, then found himself tied up like a turkey in fine print. Poor bastard, but he'd get his.
Lieutenant: Whadda we do, Boss? Guy ain't playin' fair, y'know?
Lieutenant2: She cast a derisive look at the Jack Useless.
Heheh. She's got the right of it, Jack-ass. Your little party tricks and a fancy sword aren't gonna be enough to overcome the Scarves. He turned to the rest of his crew. Boys? Ladies? You know what to do. The Jack's MINE!
He leaped forward from a dead stop into full speed, ducking around the Jack at the last minute to deliver a kick to his back, then dancing backwards to draw a sword from beneath his coat.
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Post by Riku Nomura on Mar 6, 2012 10:30:40 GMT -5
"You don't have to try and persuade me Jack. I came of my own volition." I told Jack as I switched into my Dark Mode and began firing at Seifer's goons with a few enhanced dark balls I had been practicing in my spare time knocking them out but where one fell two took their place.
"For all you talk about playing fair, you sure do like to gang up on people." I said as I knocked yet another one out.
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Post by Jack of Blades on Mar 6, 2012 11:15:59 GMT -5
Jack chuckled as Seifer came forwards, as he sent a kick to his back, Jack swung his sword around precisely and knocked away Seifer's attack with the flat of his blade. Turning to face him he raised the hand covered in red must and thrust it towards Seifer, a large beam of red and black energy erupted forwards from the hand towards his opponent at break neck speeds. The Blades rushed forwards in all of their demonic glory, they were as much a psychological weapon as they were a physical one, Scarves weren't just scratched or bitten, they were disemboweled by a Minion's claw, or had half of their face chewed off between sets of huge fangs. Jack was smirking behind his mask at the destruction behind him. He could hear the screams and howls of dying Scarves and Blades alike.
"Glorious, isn't it?" Jack asked, pointing his sword at Seifer, more most swelling in his hand "Both Mr Nomura and my Minions are a perfect example of what humanity can achieve. A mixture between the strength of the human mind and the power of a demon. If I'd had more Otherborn like Mr Nomura or even Halfers, we would be vastly superior to our current state... Hmm... Maybe if I captured some of you alive..?"
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Post by Sora Shimomura on Mar 6, 2012 11:32:43 GMT -5
Then there it was, a roar, like a lion's voice played through a scratchy boom box. Fire, burning red in the distance, explosions traveling in a pattern. Ceasing for only a moment until a black motorcycle leaped over the building and crashed in the middle of the two sides, melting the concrete where he landed and making a small rain of fire. The dust subsided and there he was, fire surrounded his being, blackened soot covered every trace of his skeleton. Low growls emitting from the soot covered teeth as he slowly stepped off his bike: chain gathered in his hands, but he didn't let the chain fall: yet.
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Post by Jack of Blades on Mar 6, 2012 15:40:26 GMT -5
"Aha!" Jack exclaimed, swinging around to the new arrival with his arms raised to the sides like a crucifix (an ironic shape for a Demon Lord to make, admittedly) and his sword pointing upwards to the sky "We have yet another contender, it seems!" Jack said calmly, lowering his sword to point across at Sora. A few of the Blades near the Ghost Rider backed away and growled slightly suspicious of the new opponent, but most continued their attack on the Scarves, not wanting to disappoint the Jack. He had not yet ordered them to attack this fiery being.
Jack looked back at Riku, and then across to Sora. He knew who the Ghost Rider was, and he knew that he was a friend of Riku's "Well..." Jack said turning his back on Sora and facing Seifer once again "This should be interesting... Mr Nomura." He said bluntly raising his sword towards Seifer "Please take care of our new guest, please?" He tightened his grip on the boy's soul, making it more difficult to deny the order.
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Post by Sora Shimomura on Mar 6, 2012 20:03:00 GMT -5
Ghost Rider growled, his attention now focused on Jack who was giving orders to...
...Riku.
The growls intensified and then they turned into a demonic roar, rage behind it. Ghost Rider was angry, yet he still made no move to attack. However he did let the chain fall, fire slithering down it as if it was stuck in hot coals. Heat strong enough that it slowly melted the pavement it laid on.
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