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| Dreams to Dust; [GRP] [P] Fysen | |
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| Topic Started: Sat Dec 10, 2011 6:38 pm (337 Views) | |
| Rin | Sat Dec 10, 2011 6:38 pm Post #1 |
 
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The paths that led through the Norwood Forest had been mainly vacant for days as the sugarplum fairies made their wroth known, taking their revenge on passerbys wandering through the forest. As soon as they succumbed to sleep the travelers found their dreams haunted by their very worst fears. Those lucky enough to survive would awake in the morning filled with terror, fleeing the woods with startling alacrity. lone amongst this endless progression of nightmares was a rather unexpected figure. Rinrae Dromigg did not look like she had the mental or physical strength to resist the call of the sugarplum fairies. She wore simple winter clothes that included a double-breasted coat, doeskin leggings, and fur-lined gloves and boots. Despite the chill in the air she wore no hat or scarf, preferring to expose her features to the elements. She was stunningly beautiful, with sculpted features that were framed by locks of golden blond hair. Her eyes were large and a bright, sparkling shade of blue that put sapphires to shame. Rin's first encounter with the bitter sugarplum fairies had been three nights ago, having been struck by one of there soporific-containing darts and falling into a nightmare-laden dream. With the help of Vyse Noclan she had managed to escape the haunting hallucinations that turned every enemy she slew into one of her friends. However, now that she knew that the apparitions were a dream she no longer feared falling asleep at night. The second dream had been much easier to deal with, dispatching the featureless beings without any hesitation. She had even woken up feeling fully rested. During the days the only problems she had encountered were nightmare beasts, wolves thatr had been twisted by the foul magic into dark, death-spewing creatures. The girl had put those poor creatures out of their misery and continued on her way. The sugarplum fairies, plainly put, did not know what to do about the girl. Every day she traveled further into the forest, searching for the goal of her quest: a page of the Grand Grimoire. As an artificial construct made by the sentient tome, Rin's primary purpose in life was to recollect its scattered fragments, and she had no intentions of letting a bunch of lousy midwinter fairies stop her. When the sun began to sink towards the horizon the girl decided to make camp. She knew by now that it was pointless to try and resist falling asleep at night; the fairies seemed to fill the air with some sort of particles that made it impossible to resist slumber. She hummed to herself as she produced a sleeping roll from her satchel, clearing a patch of land of snow and preparing for the night. Rin heard a shrill, haunting giggled from the nearby trees and glanced up to see one of the twisted sugarplum poisoners watching her. The girl waved cheerfully at the creature before taking out some strips of dried meat from her bag, munching on the venison merrily and staring up at the starry sky. Sleep would come soon, but she was ready for the horrors it contained. |
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| Fysen | Sun Dec 11, 2011 8:15 am Post #2 |
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Meanwhile, Fysen was meandering through the forest, communing with nature as was his custom, without knowing what horrors lay in wait. It had been too long since his last commune, and he was admittedly feeling quite guilty about it, but now that he was back in his element, back in nature, he felt all that guilt and disappointment quickly melting away. It was a simple enough forest to navigate through, though Fysen wasn't above getting thoroughly lost at time. He was, however, quite capable of making quite the adventure out of his mishaps that lasted him the entire day. Still not sure if he was on the right track, Fysen decided it was time to make camp, since the sun was slowly setting. The warmth from the rays had always been something Fysen cherished in the cold of winter, and as he basked in the last he'd receive for the day, he scouted about looking for a suitable place to lie down for the night. It wasn't long, luckily, before he saw what looked to be a young woman doing the same thing he was doing. She, having cleared a spot of snow, had rolled out a sleeping roll before procuring from her bag a small parcel of food. Excited to see company out in the loneliness of the forest, Fysen smiled to himself, and started forward, waving almost apologetically in greeting as he approached. "Hello. You're sleeping here? I'm enjoying the forest. Would company be okay?" He had a peculiar choice of words, as always, and his voice was understandable enough, though the speech was slurred and incredibly forced. He may have skipped a number of formalities, but it wasn't often that he would meet someone and go through a whole list of niceties, and could sometimes be seen as obtuse or blunt because of this faux pas. It had never discouraged Fysen, however. Fysen pointed toward the sun, and smiled. "Safety in numbers, or so they say. You need to know I'm deaf. I can't hear. It's why I talk so funny. But I can read lips, just make sure I'm looking." He smiled as he spoke, pointing to his ears and shaking his head as he said he couldn't hear, and pointing to his lips and eyes as he spoke about reading lips. He was very much a physical person, used to physical means of communication rather than verbal, so the message was a lot easier to understand just by looking at him rather than listening to him. He took another step towards the girl, and smiled deviously. He seemed innocent enough, but wasn't there a saying about talking to strangers? |
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| Seele | Sun Dec 11, 2011 5:50 pm Post #3 |
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Rin's attention was pulled away from the rapidly darkening sky by the sound of another voice, one that lacked the high-pitched and sadistic intonation of the twisted sugarplum fairies. She was surprised to see that another traveler had made it this far into the woods, but it wasn't completely unexpected. After all, it was possible that she was near the outskirts of the expansive forest. She could not pinpoint the exact location of the Grimoire's pages, so the path she had taken through the forest had been a meandering loop. The construct knew she was getting close to its location, but she had no way of knowing how close it was. Rin might be annoyed by that fsact if she didn't enjoy traveling so much. With the woods blanketed in snow and almost completely abandoned, she had quite enjoyed the trip. She responded to the man's words almost immediately with a bright smile and warm greeting. She didn't seem to notice the odd inflection of his words, as they were still identifiable. "Hello! My name is Rinrae, but you should call me Rin." However, he quickly revealed that he was deaf. Rin frowned, having never encountered anyone who couldn't hear before. She wondered what had happened to the man to make him deaf, but the Grimoire mentally reminded her that it would be rude to ask. The construct mulled on this information for a while, chewing on her bottom lip and staring at Fysen. She was not worried about sharing her camp with the man, or anyone for that matter. Rin almost completely lacked any cautiousness or self-preservation, a fact that made her incredibly reckless both in her regular life and while in combat. There was another high-pitched giggle from the woods, and the girl sat up straight, her eyes widening. She had almost forgotten about the dreams! Although Rin was capable of protecting herself, her first night in Norwood had revealed that the nightmares were not completely independent of each other. If two people fell asleep in close proximity, both of them would be exposed to the other person's grisly apparitions. She stared directly at Fysen, hoping that he was as adept at reading her lips as he claimed. Still, she spoke a little slower than usual, making sure to clearly enunciate each syllable."You are going to fall asleep soon. You have to remember: everything is a dream. Do not panic." The construct had planned on giving him more instruction, but there was a hissing noise from the foliage and she knew they had run out of time. A small shape zipped out of the bushes, too fast to make out as it breathed invisible clouds of nightmare dust on the two travelers. Rin felt her eyes roll back in her head as she fell backwards, drowsiness overpowering her body. I hope he has nice dreams... Edited by Seele, Sun Dec 11, 2011 5:52 pm.
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| Fysen | Mon Dec 12, 2011 3:49 am Post #4 |
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Fysen felt incredibly happy that this stranger was so welcoming and didn't relentlessly question his deafness, as was the common case when meeting people. Instead, she just started rambling on about falling asleep and dreaming. While, of course he'd fall asleep and have a dream! Wasn't that the whole point of making camp for the night? To get a good night's rest? Why he would panic in a dream was beyond him, but the peculiarity of the statement struck him. Before he had time to respond, Fysen quickly succumbed to the dust that was blown at him - having not even realized what was happening. Having already been incredibly ready for slumber, Fysen immediately passed out. He awoke the next morning in the same forest, but something was a little different about it. He was tucked neatly into a sleeping roll, so the lady he met must have seen to him after he passed out and had a spare for him to use. The snow was no longer a blanket amid the forest, and instead it seemed that warm weather had rolled in over the course of the night, and taken all the snow with it. The sun shone brightly from it's spot on the horizon, indicating it was still early morning. To the west, where there once stood more forest, now opened to a large clearing that seemed to be glistening in the day's light. Intrigued, Fysen started making his way toward the clearing, not even thinking further about the person that had been so hospitable to him last night, nor how he had fallen asleep so suddenly. As he made his way closer toward the clearing, Fysen had a hard time coming to terms with what he was seeing: a huge pile of gold, higher than the trees, with goodies scattered throughout it. It was easily 40 people stretched head to toe in diameter, and stood as high as once could pile gold in such a manner. Glimmering, massive diamonds stuck out sporadically, and gleaming weapons and armour, presumably magical in nature, poked out at regular intervals. Fysen's mouth gaped, admiring the massive pile and wondering how much of it he'd be able to get back to his own hoard before he was discovered. Which is when he noticed the rather brooding green dragon atop it all. The great beast was bathing in the sunlight, and quickly took a notice to Fysen's presence, bringing his massive head from around his side to look down at Fysen. The lumbering giant slowly raised one eyebrow in a quizzical fashion, to which Fysen simple put his hands up and shrugged his shoulders. Honestly, he had no idea who he was. The dragon climbed down the pile far enough to reach the ground, and clawed at the grass, engraving his name into the ground: Dal'sdatti. Fysen looked at the markings and felt sick, almost forgetting to breathe, then looked up at the beast and raised his shirt slightly, showing his scaled stomach. The dragon nodded, and Fysen stood there, shocked. Father. |
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| Rin | Tue Dec 13, 2011 6:16 pm Post #5 |
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The artificial construct opened her eyes slowly, feeling like even that amount of effort was too much. She sat up from her bedroll and stretched languidly, staring around the forest. Perhaps the sugarplum poisoners had finally grown tired of haunting her dreams and decided to let the girl have a good night's sleep. Her surroundings looked virtually identical to how they had at dusk with one exception: all the snow was gone. Rin might not have suspected anything about the change until she realized that her clothes had transformed as well. The winter garments had been replaced by her traditional outfit, a plain white cotton sundress and silvery ribbons wrapped around her arms and shins. The girl sighed, rising to her feet raising up on her tiptoes, stretching her hands up towards the sky. This... this must be a dream. She nodded, looking around the forest again for a trace of anything sinister. However, everything seemed to be quiet and peaceful. Rin could even hear birds chirping in the canop[y and the rustle of leaves that indicated a squirrel was dashing through the underbrush. She suddenly remembered the other traveler and looked around, but there was no trace of the deaf man. She frowned, or at least tried to: there seemed to be something wrong with her mouth. Rin tentatively raised a hand to her face, gently feeling her jaw. Her eyes widened when she realized that she had no mouth to speak of; her skin underneath her nose was smooth and featureless, no trace of the orifice remaining. She almost began to panic before remembering that this was a dream, that one of her innermost insecurities was simply being manipulated in an attempt to frighten her. Or maybe... This isn't my nightmare! Maybe it's because of that man who can't hear! She snorted and placed both hands on her hips, a cross expression on her face. This collective nightmare was starting to annoy her. Although it hadn't been troublesome when she'd been by herself, the girl was tired of having her sleeping hours ruined by the subconscious fears of others. Rin wandered away through the forest, peering around her surroundings for any sign of the stranger. He had not even introduced himself! Of course, his name didn't really matter since she couldn't speak and he couldn't hear her if she did, but that wasn't important right now. There was no sign of him in on the road or the clearing where they had made camp, but neither did she spot any of the faceless entities that had haunted her nightmares for the last several nights. It must be because they don't scare me anymore... The fairies must realize that the only way to affect me is through my companion's dreams. The construct wished she could ask the Grand Grimoire for advice, but her previous nights in the enchanted sleep had revealed that she could not commune with the sentient tome here. There was a rustling noise from behind her, causing Rin to pivot quickly. Her eyes widened in disbelief when she saw herself walk out of the bushes. The girl was identical to the guardian in every way, from her perfect features to her golden blond hair to her simple attire. The only major difference was that the doppelganger still had a mouth, which curled up into a small, feral smile. She held one hand out in mid-air, whispering the name of one of the mythological weapons in their arsenal. "Kusanagi-no-Tsurugi." The air around the duplicate blurred as she forced the named blade into being, the katana forming in the palm of her hand. She twirled the sword nimbly, the honed edge whistling as it was swung through the air. Rin would have smiled if she could: the fairies must be desperate, to try and scare her with a mirror image. She was about to summon a weapon to her own hand when she realized that her lack of a mouth made such a task impossible. Oh... Oh no. The two Rin's locked eyes for a moment before the construct dashed into the woods, her clone in hot pursuit with the enchanted katana. |
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| Fysen | Wed Dec 14, 2011 9:35 am Post #6 |
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Fysen's revelation shook him to his core. He had never met his father before, and his mother made him out to be a monster that wouldn't even provide food or shelter for them when she was pregnant, resulting in her leaving him. Knots tied around Fysen's stomach as he now looked up at the dragon that had taken human form and seduced his mother for his own selfish wants then let her starve in the cold. Of all the things that his mother told him about his father, there were a few that struck him now, as he looked up at his maker: his father was endlessly selfish, as could be evidenced by his incredible hoard of gold yet his lack of care given to his mate and her unborn; his holier-than-thou attitude; his relentless assault on people's inferiority; and his silver tongue. Dal'sdatti motioned for Fysen to take a seat in the chair at the foot of his pile, welcoming his son to sit and talk with him for a while. He knew Fysen must have hundreds of questions, and decided now was the time to give him answers. At least, a few. Fysen, wanting so badly to hate his father, but wanting even more to have the answers to the questions he's had for all his years. So he took a seat in front of his father, and looked up at him quizically. "How could you just leave us? A woman and her unborn child, that you gave life to?" Fysen frowned momentarily, surprised by his clear tone of voice and annunciation. But what surprised Fysen the most was that he heard his voice. Not realizing that this was a dream, Fysen had no way of knowing that his complete absence of auditory processing meant that Rin's had pervaded their entire dream world. Also, because this was a dream, Fysen wasn't nearly as taken aback by this seeming miracle as he should have been. That was his first mistake. "Your mother was a harlot, seducing men from the village in which we stayed on a nightly basis, even when she was with child, until no man would have her. She demanded the most exquisite of foods and insisted on the most ornate of lodgings, and before time for your birth came, I hadn't a single gold left, nor a valuable item I could sell. She devoured my hoard as she had devoured my heart, and the hearts of all the men who had fallen prey to her seduction. All that you see here is what I've rebuilt since my departure. I didn't want to leave, I had to leave if I were to provide for you. I had to replenish my hoard to meet your mother's absurd demands so that I may fulfill my duty as your father." Fysen felt a pang in his heart. He didn't speak of love or hope, only of duty. Of obligation. If that was the case, Fysen thought to himself, why didn't he ever come back? |
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| Rin | Sat Dec 17, 2011 3:48 pm Post #7 |
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Rin ran in a circuitous route, using all of her speed and agility to stay ahead of her pursuer. It appeared that the copy also possessed the same augmented physical abilities, allowing her to maintain the breakneck pace, although she could not close the gap between them. The girl bounded between two trees, leaping off of a protruding root as she inexorably worked her way back to her sleeping roll. Although she could not summon any new weapons, she had a longsword hidden away in her satchel that would allow her to defend herself. She would still be at a disadvantage due to the magical properties of her copy’s blade, but that was an obstacle she would have to overcome when it became a problem. Rin burst onto the path out of the underbrush, leaves stuck in her clothes and hair as she sprinted towards the makeshift camp. The doppelganger was right behind her, whipping the green katana through the air. The construct knew that the sword had the property to control the element of air, although it couldn’t be used at its full power within the confines of the forest. She threw herself forward as she neared the bedroll, grabbing the satchel in a clumsy forward roll. She drew the longsword out of the bag as her double lunged forward, bringing the Kusanagi to bear. The jade katana clashed with the steel longsword, the force of impact shuddering up Rin’s arm. She would have grinned if she had a mouth, but as it was all she could do was glare victoriously at herself. Their combat was fast and furious, the blades flicking out in patterns and combinations that were almost too fast for the naked eye to track. Due to her unique nature, Rin rarely can across an opponent who could truly match her in a one-on-one fight. However, the clone seemed to be a perfect duplicate, with all the strength, speed, and intensity that had been instilled in the guardian. They slowly circled around each other as they parried and stabbed, slashed and blocked, dodged and twirled. Rin felt a hot flesh of pain across her cheek as the katana caught her skin, but at the same time she felt her own sword scrape across her double’s bicep. Although they were only engaged for a few minutes, in that time both of the girl accumulated an assortment of cuts and bruises as they used every trick they knew to gain the advantage. Rin finally saw an opening, slamming her bare heel into the other girl’s gut. Before she could recover the construct rushed off, her eyes searching the surroundings for the deaf man she had encountered. It was clear that she was too evenly matched with her doppelganger and an outside influence would be necessary to decide the fight. She plunged back into the forest, chopping with the longsword like a machete to cut through bushes and branches in her path. The girl could hear the clone in hot pursuit, the double laughing in a manner that she was quite familiar with. It stole my mouth and my weapons and my laugh… The girl felt a surge of anger at the thought, but she did not turn to confront her doppelganger yet. Finding her companion was the top priority. However, he seemed to have problems of his own, a fact that became apparently clear when she emerged into an unusual clearing. There was a giant pile of riches heaped within the woods, a massive dragon perched on top of the gold and jewels. The girl’s eyes widened in shock at the sight, but she had no time to recover as her double burst from the trees, Kusanagi slashing towards her neck. Rin growled and brought up her own blade to deflect it, the battle resuming at full speed. |
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| Fysen | Sun Dec 18, 2011 9:49 pm Post #8 |
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Dal'sdatti gave an awkward smile as he looked down at his son, his lips parting menacingly to showo his wickedly sharp teeth. "You are so simple. So easy to read. You wondering why I didn't return? Your mother left the village in which we had resided. Nobody knew where I could find her. You may have petty morals assigned to you by the society you live in, or perhaps you hold your own and try to enforce them on others. It doesn't matter to me. I have my own, and because your mother didn't leave me an easy path back to you, I was absolved of all responsibility. She had declared sole responsibility over you by not giving me a concise return route. So yes, you were a responsibility. I had fallen to my cravings with your mother, and she became with child. I take responsibility for my actions, however, so I chose to stay. When I no longer had to, of course I didn't search for you. You're everything I loathed about your mother, and you're everything I loathe about humanity. You may have my blood, the blood of a dragon, but look at you. Some scales cover your skin. Your mother was so infectious that even your very appearance is domineered by her will. Other half-dragons are covered in scales from head to toe; they have wings, and claws, and teeth. But you, you're so human. You're limited by such a short life, such petty wants. It disgusts me." Fysen's face flushed, his skin turning red and hot as his father spoke. After all these years, he returned only to slander his son and his son's mother? The blood coursing through his veins was poisonous, Fysen thought. But it wasn't his mother's blood that was problematic: it was his father's. He was half of this creature. Half hatred and deceit and loathing. As Fysen started to try to speak, he was quickly interrupted by Rin running into the clearing, a look of urgency on her face. Fysen quickly figured why this was as Rin ran out of the forest. This stumped Fysen for a moment. There...there were two Rins. But the first Rin, Fysen had seen, had no mouth. And now they were locked in battle. "Rin! Which one is you? What's going on? Why are you fighting?" Fysen was screaming from his spot in the clearing, staring disbelievingly at the sight before him. Surely something had run afoul, or did Rin have a secret, no-mouth twin with whom she sparred....quite aggressively, apparently. Expecting the worst, Fysen drew his claymore from his pocket, its regular, eerie light giving an air of strength and calmness about Fysen. |
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| Rin | Mon Dec 19, 2011 1:55 am Post #9 |
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Rin glanced at the man as he asked his questions, but with no mouth it was impossible for her respond. The answers seemed pretty plain to her anyway. She was fighting her doppelganger because it was a manifestation of the nightmare they found themselves trapped within. If she let down her guard for even an instant the copy would cut her to pieces, and the construct did not want to thank what repercussions that would have on her physical or mental state. Without any way to answer, she frantically pointed at herself in an attempt to convey the fact that she was the real girl. However, her copy had other ideas. The perfect duplicate bounded back from the fight, shifting her body into a defensive stance and staring over at the half-dragon. Her voice was the exact same as Rin's as well, sounded just as bubbly and cheerful as the artificial construct usually did. "Fysen! You have to help me! This monster started to attack me! She stole my face, but its not perfect! She couldn't make a mouth!" The girl's nostrils flared in anger as she stared at this interloper who had stolen her identity, shaking her head vehemently in the hopes that her companion would understand what she meant. Of course she was the real Rin! She had simply lost her mouth because they were in a dreamworld that was manipulated by a pack of meddlesome fairies. She suddenly realized that her doppelganger had made a mistake in calling the man by his name. He had never introduced himself as Fysen, which meant that opening her big mouth had betrayed her! The girl shot forward triumphantly, launching another barrage of attacks towards her double in an attempt to overpower her. Her clone met the assault with a small smirk, easily parrying the frantic blows and launching her own offensive. Think, Fysen, if that is your real name! Remember what I said! This is a dream, and I shouldn't know your name! Rin barely managed to deflect an approaching slash, the edge of Kusanagi cutting through the hem of her sundress instead. She would of growled if she possessed the proper features, spinning quickly and jumping into a savage dropkick. Her duplicate rolled underneath the attack, unable to bring the katana to bear due to the close quarters. Rin saw her opportunity and dove forward, dropping her own weapon in order to tackle her doppelganger and slam the imitator to the ground. The Kusanagi-no-Tsurugi went flying into the air as they rolled across the ground, ending with the true girl straddling her double. She raised both hands, clenching them into fists and bringing them down towards the clone's skull in a heavy blow. The copy expertly redirected the force of the attack so her hand struck the dirt instead of the intended target, jabbing her extended fingers towards Rin's throat. She was forced to roll off of the clone in order to avoid the strike, although she managed to slam a foot into the clone's ribcage as she rolled away. Instead of reaching for her own weapon she scooped up the jade katana, expertly brandishing the weapon as he opponent rose as well. The fake Rin grinned wolfishly and raised her hands in front of her, obviously preparing to summon another tool from their impressive arsenal. "Laevateinn." The construct swallowed nervously as the massive greatsword appeared out of nowhere, more than familiar with its powerful abilities. It was eight feet long from pommel to point, with a flame motif inscribed along its edge and harsh runes carved into the flat of the blade. She did not attack immediately, instead circling around the fake Rin and hoping that Fysen would choose the correct girl to aid. |
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| Fysen | Mon Dec 19, 2011 4:42 am Post #10 |
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Fysen shook his head, still heavily confused. If one listened closely, one might hear the gears of his mind turning. First this girl tells me to realize my dreams are dangerous, then she passes out. Then in the morning, the snows gone. My father, for whom I've been searching for 26 years is here, on a pile of gold, in the middle of the forest. I pulled a sword out of my pocket, and Rin screamed my name when I don't even remember telling her. What's going on? And then it clicked. Rin screamed my name. Screamed. I heard her. This has to be what she was talking about. I didn't find my father, it's my imagination! The gears finally having clicked, Fysen realized a lot of things. His father may not, in fact, be a dirt bag, and the real Rin had no mouth. Fysen didn't know anything he didn't know in the waking world, so that meant Rin probably didn't either. But Fysen could hear in the dream, but he couldn't in the real world. So they must be dreaming together, and the dream world able to draw from both of their minds. Their thoughts, their memories, and their senses. Quickly, he brandished his Claymore. If this was a dream, anything was possible, right? He just had to imagine it. He may not know how to fight with a Claymore, but he didn't know his father, yet there he was. And this strength that he felt emanating through him from the sword. Surely he could help Rin in her time of need! He quickly dashed into the battle, the mouthed-Rin his target. He swung wide the first time, narrowly missing Rin herself, but the second swing struck mouthed-Rin's metal. Fysen felt a flutter of hope. He connected! But sooner rather than later, mouthed-Rin gave a hard push against Fysen's Claymore and sent him flying back. Fysen landed on his back with a loud thud, sliding all the way back until he hit the foot of the gold pile. "You've got to be kidding me. Why is she stronger than me? And THAT strong?! That's just wrong, what's going on here?" Before Fysen could get an answer, he noticed the dragon heading toward the fight, though in all the commotion, he couldn't tell which Rin he was going after.... |
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| Rin | Tue Dec 20, 2011 8:40 pm Post #11 |
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Rin grimaced as she just barely managed to deflect another blow from the massive greatsword. Laevateinn was one of the strongest weapons in her arsenal, a blade that had served as a shortsword to the fire giant Surtr. It could summon flames to wreathe the metal and create a devastating storm of fire with a command, but she did not plan on letting her doppelganger use those abilities. She leapt forward, using her katana's shorter length and lighter construction to launch a lightning-fast flurry of strikes against the clone. It managed to block each attack by changing its grip on the weapon, grabbing the ricasso and the hilt near the pommel in order to maximize its leverage. Rin overextended herself ina desperate gamble to spear her duplicate through the throat, but the plan quickly backfired when she felt a bare heel slam into her gut, sending her flying away. The girl didn't even notice that Fysen's first swing almost carved through her shoulder, too focused on recovering from her tumble. She rolled to her feet quickly, preparing to charge forward once more when the half-dragon struck again, slashing towards the fake Rin. If she had a mouth she would have cheered, thankful that he had chosen the correct construct to attack. Seeing that its ruse was useless, her doppelganger scowled and lashed out, the brute strength of her retaliatory strike sending the man flying across the clearing. Before she could attack once more the girl felt a spike of danger, diving to one side and wrapping one arm around her neck. The hasty maneuver saved her life as the massive dragon landed where she had been standing moments before, its long claws digging deep gouges in the dirt. She instinctively lashed out with the katana, its edge rebounding harmlessly off the reptile's scales. The dragon's counter-attack came from an unexpected direction, its sinuous tail snapping like a whip and lashing the girl across the back. Rin stumbled forward from the blow, her back screaming in pain. She had little time to recover as her duplicate ran forward, swinging Laevateinn in a two-handing blow at her ankles. The construct leapt up, timing the maneuver perfectly so that she landed on the blade of the greatsword. The unexpected action clearly surprised her foe, giving the girl a momentary advantage. She quickly pivoted, kicking out with one foot and catching her clone underneath the shin. The fake Rin when flying back, the artificial constructed completing her twirl and hefting the greatsword in her left hand. With both weapons in tow she jumped towards the dragon, slashing wildly. The massive being did not seem to notice her assault, instead extending one wing to catch her duplicate. The fake Rin quickly dashed up the appendage, settling between the dragon's shoulder blades. Her laugh was different know, sounding cruel and twisted as it echoed out over the forest. The real girl was forced back by a series of blows from the dragon, knowing that attempting to block the creature's strong attacks would be tantamount to suicide. She withdrew to stand next to Fysen, unsure of what to do next. Her doppelganger had no such reservations, holding her hands out and summoning another weapon. "Morpheus's Shame." Rin's eyes widened at the name. That's no fair! I've never used that one before! The sword that took shape was truly terribly to behold. It was almost as large as Laevateinn, with a wide blade that was as black as obsidian. Wisps of dark smoke seemed to wrap around the weapon, and when it was swung through the air it was accompanied by a frightening whine. Rin tightened her grip on her own weapons, preparing for the dual onslaught from the dragon on her clone. |
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| Fysen | Sat Dec 24, 2011 4:37 am Post #12 |
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As Rin lashed out at the dragon, Fysen felt his stomach churn. After finally finding his father, the person he had just met was now trying to kill him. No. This isn't my father. This is a dream, I have to remember that. Fysen's claymore quickly dissolved into a mist, and when it cleared, a staff was in Fysen's hand. Serpent's Penance. He had procured this particular staff in a venture into the White Queen's palace, and felt comforted by the staff's familiarity. He readied his weapon, and quickly left his spot beside Rin. Running full-speed, he quickly reached Dal'sdatti's head. With a swipe of Serpent's Penance, he managed to land a square hit on Dal'sdatti's eye. Unfortunately, this did little but annoy him, and with a great roar, he reared his head back and started making a guttural noise from the back of his throat, then proceeded to open his mouth widely and aimed it directly at Fysen. Before he had time to react, he was showered in an incredibly dense spout of pebbles and sand which quickly overcame him, throwing him back and burying him in the debris. Scurrying for the surface, Fysen panicked, gasping for air in reaction to the fear of asphyxiation. Now coughing and incredibly useless, Fysen came to the revelation that he must take his chances with mouthed-Rin; that Dal'sdatti was just too powerful. Finally breaking through the mound of Dal'sdatti's breath - and catching his own -, Fysen screamed to Rin, still half-buried. "Rin, you have to fight the dragon, I'll take care of mouthed-Rin. If she's you, then it's a perfect match and entirely up to luck. At least she won't know anything about how I fight! You've got to trust me, this is the only way!" Finishing his escape from the pile, he looked toward mouthed-Rin, a devilish grin across her face as she stared Fysen down, having heard the plans and viciously awaiting an attack from the pathetic half-dragon. Fysen let a smirk cross his face. Rin had no idea of that which Fysen was capable. |
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| Rin | Sat Dec 24, 2011 5:59 pm Post #13 |
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Rin had never actually encountered a dragon before, although she had read about them within the Grimoire's pages. This was a dream, which meant that her knowledge wasn't necessarily accurate, but she knew that this was still a terrible foe to face. Dragons were intelligent and strong, with an almost impenetrable layer of thick scales, wings for flight, and deadly breath weapons. Even though she was aware of the threat they posed, the girl was still feeling confident. This wasn't reality, and she was completely confident in her own abilities regardless of her lack of a mouth. Still, she was not expecting the rapidity and ferocity of the drake's breath attack. The slew of rocks spread out in a cone pattern, completely impossible to avoid without some miracle. The construct curled up into a tight ball, wrapping one arm around the back of her neck and still clutching Kusanagi-no-Tsurugi in her other hand as the rocks slammed into her form, sending her rolling back. It felt like she was being punched from every direction, each stone striking with bruising force. When she finally stopped tumbling she was half-covered in debris and every inch of her body felt like one giant bruise. Rin didn't think that any bones had been broken, but she was still buried and basically helpless. The girl began struggling to free herself, throwing rocks away in every direction. She heard Fysen's shout and her eyes widened, but without a mouth she couldn't yell out a warning to the man. She couldn't tell him that attack her duplicate would be a terrible idea regardless of his abilities. Rinrae Dromigg had been constructed as the pinnacle of human development, with strength, speed, and tactics that were far greater than any normal mortal's. She tried to free herself quicker, shifting away piles of pebbles and stones, but it was too late. Fysen had already approached her doppelganger, and the dragon had turned its massive head to face her. It stalked closer as she finally freed her legs from the rubble, standing awkwardly on the shifting pile of stone and watching the dragon warily. Its attack was blindingly quick, but Rin was ready. She ducked underneath the lashing tail, feeling it pass mere inches above the back of her skull. The construct dashed forward, tapping into the latent powers of the Kusanagi as she swung it forward. The wind replied to her attack, buffeting the dragon and sending a cloud of dust and leaves into its huge eyes. The great creature bellowing in surprise, blinking rapidly to clear its vision of debris and giving her a moment to maneuver without dodging. Rin used the time to sprint at his closest forearm, jumping off of the rubble with the katana held in both hands and its tip pointing straight down. The entire length of the sword plunged into the vulnerable area where the dragon's claw met its leg, piercing through the thinner scales at the joint. The drake howled in rage at the flash of pain, but it was clear that such a small injury would not incapacitate the beast. The girl drew her blade out in a spray of dark blood, darting underneath the dragon's belly so that it could not effectively bring its claws, tail, or teeth to bear on her. She began to slash at its stomach, trying to find another soft spot in the animal's natural armor to exploit. |
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| Fysen | Sat Dec 24, 2011 7:23 pm Post #14 |
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Brandishing his staff, Fysen quickly circled the mouthed-Rin. Fysen knew she was strong, and the construct would hardly pose a fair fight in close quarters. Luckily for Fysen, close quarters wasn't something he was going to give her. Approaching her just enough for Serpent's Penance to be useful, Fysen tapped the serpentine staff on the ground, releasing the trapped spirit inside. In a large burst of chilled wind and light snow, the spirit appeared, it's massive size and length a seeming advantage for Fysen. Though it's tail-end was permanently fixed to the staff, Fysen held it, knowing this, and planned to move just enough to keep a distance from the construct, but allow the spirit room to attack. With an unsurmountable decisiveness, the serpent lunged at mouthed-Rin, jaws agape to swallow her hole. Having anticipated this move, however, mouthed-Rin had time to maneuver Morpheus's Shame to meet the neck of the ice-serpent with its sharp edge, slicing the beasts head off in a clean cut. What mouthed-Rin - and Fysen - didn't anticipate, however, was the spewing of frozen air from the wound that showered mouthed-Rin in a thick layer of ice, freezing her entirety in a matter of milliseconds. Unable to maintain her balance, mouthed-Rin fell from her spot on Dal'sdatti's back and onto the grass with a loud thud. Meanwhile, the ice spirit receded into the staff, presumably to recuperate. Feeling triumphant, Fysen made a mad-dash towards mouthed-Rin and quickly started swinging wildly at her motionless body. Her frozen body was much easier to attack than she had been when animated, and Fysen succeeded at chipping away chunks of her legs, arms, and even managed to break off a few fingers. Being completely oblivious to the fight behind him, however, Fysen wasn't prepared for the tail that swung and missed Rin, and was thrown back into the grass, away from mouthed-Rin, and his staff landing several yards away from him. Completely disarmed and disoriented, Fysen was in a heap of trouble, as mouthed-Rin was quickly thawing. |
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| Rin | Mon Dec 26, 2011 5:38 pm Post #15 |
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The katana finally found a chink in the scales, its jade blade sinking up to the hilt in the dragon's gut. The creature roared in pain as Rin jerked the weapon back in an attempt to do as much internal damage as possible. She knew that without her ability to summon more mystical weapons, defeating this creature would be difficult. Its exterior was proving difficult to damage, but its insides seemed much easier to wound once she got past the layer of scales. The construct pulled Kusnagi out, ignoring the blood that gushed out of the wound as she darted to one side. The dragon was unable to see her thanks to its own bulk, giving her a few moments of freedom to further attack the beast. I can't let it gain the advantage in altitude... I have to stop it from flying somehow. The girl emerged between the dragons forearm and back leg, a few feet underneath its folded wing. She jumped straight up, letting go of the sword's hilt with one hand in order to grasp one of the appendage's thin bones. Rin awkwardly began to climb up the wing, hoping the dragon would not sense her insignificant weight on its body. The reptile still seemed to think that she was underneath it and was maneuvering to expose her location. She would have grinned if she was able to, but instead she focused on climbing, soon flipping over the dragon's wing to land on its back. Once there she used both hands to start wildly carving at the creature's wing, the sharp blade easily cutting through the leathery flesh and reducing the membrane to tatters. The dragon hissed in pain and swiveled its head to stare at the small girl on its back. She did not stop chopping at its wing yet, mentally gaging the creature's speed and trying to predict its next attack. Its head snaked forward in a flash of scales, mouth snapping open at the insolent girl who thought she could kill a dragon. Rin was expecting the move and threw herself back into a handspring, bounding into the air an instant before the long teeth clamped down on her body. She landed on the base of the dragon's skull, wrapping her fingers around one of its scale to keep herself situated. The sharp edge of the scale dug into her hand, but it was worth it to gain the superior tactical position. She immediately began to slash at the drake's eyes and nostrils, the blade easily sinking into the unprotected flesh. Rin did not have the time to notice the plight of her companion, too focused on attacking the dragon. The jade katana carved into its eyes, effectively blinding the beast. She ignored its roar of agony, continuing to hack at the bloody holes in an attempt to strike deep enough to kill the best. It began to buck and sway in a desperate attempt to throw the girl off of its head, but she just barely managed to keep her grip on her perch, lifting the katana and stabbing it deep into the dragon's eye socket. She ground the sword as deep as she could before letting go, pushing off with both feet to throw her off of the writhing dragon. Rin hit the ground with enough force to knock the wind out of her lungs, but the damage had been done. Hopefully it was enough to kill the dragon. |
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