Re: Wings of Icarus

Sun Jan 21, 2018 3:39 pm

MorpheusDavol wrote:

Artist: N/A - Song: Bad Moon Rising- Word Count: 738

Hayden and his fighting partner where currently in a crater, his own arm bent in an unnatural angle. But soon that would rectify it's self, his good arm holding onto the horn of the Hollow. His broken arm would beging to crack and twist in a sickening fashion, as a black goo would force his arm into the correct position repairing torn muscles and ligaments. The repair'd limb would make it's self useful, reaching down to his sash to remove the Zanpakuto- a sizziling of heat and raw lightning crackling on the plasma edge. In one swift motion, the hollow would find it's skull pierced as it began to turn to dust- it's soul released into the soul stream once more.

"Requiem In pacem."

The words escaped his mouth in a aged old practice, latin words simply falling onto death ears. Perhaps in this life, the Hollow had not found peace- but he surely hoped in the next he would find something of the sort. Even as a leader of a nation, and as a former Gotei member he knew the importance to carry out that duty rather than destroying the soul. It was one of the few things which he respected of all iterations of the Gotei. '

As Hayden began to stand slowly making his way out of the crater he would see the girl, beginning to see the battle. It seemed that she had managed to survive in the mean time. But the male hadn't intended for things to become so hectic. As he walked to her a familar pain would strike his chest.

Oh no.

The Iron King would stumble forward falling to a knee, using his Zan as a way to keep himself up. His free hand griping his chest where his heart would be. Another fit was coming over him, much more vivid than the first time- his hazel eyes beginning to fog over slightly. Slowly the world began to seem a lot lighter..

Hayden's eyes would snap open as he took a deep breath, the hazel irises chalking over to a deep crimson. A white substance beginning to spew out of his mouth engulfing his face, pushing himself to his feat ignoring the intense pain in his chest.

'I can't have you drop yet, not out here.'

The words in his head the deep baritone of his Hollow, not allowing the man's heart to give out yet. He could feel the increase of negative energy exploding throughout his body, raw energy pumping his heart at this point as he stood up- a cascade of energy falling over the area. He'd disappear in but a moment appearing in front of two out of the three. In one quick motion a single slash ending their existence, placing them into the soul stream.

That however, was all the energy the male had. As he crumbled to the ground the mask disappearing as his bodily systems stopped for the moment.

As for Abalia she was stuck with the singular Hollow who at this point had recieved a large gash into their thick disjointed shoulder blade. It let out a shriek of pain, but soon found vengeance as its crush axe tore a smalle sized gash into her thigh. No doubt a painful experience due to the crude and powerful nature of the Troll. All she had to do was deal with this last Hollow, but her King was out of the count for now.

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Sun Jan 28, 2018 12:51 am

Song: Inner Universe - By: Origa - Word Count: N/A

It seemed that Abalia had been struck, and as the pain from the wound gradually began to course through her body, that became all the more apparent. She would have rather liked to say that she could simply power through the pain, that her devotion and will could allow her to press on beyond it. That was, however, patently false in every way, and though she avoided making any noise by simply biting on her tongue enough to draw blood, it was still much more pain than she had ever felt prior.

It occurred to her, in this pain-induced fugue, that she had never been genuinely wounded in combat before. She had been harmed, certainly, but for an officer of the law she had been rather fortunate to avoid any grievous injuries until now. Did Abalia wish to call out to her king and ask him to handle this? Certainly, she would be a liar if she claimed anything else. But there were two fundamental flaws in that line of reasoning. The first was that to call on him for something so minor would be a waste of his time as king, and would be therefore a sign of poor judgment on her part. The second, of course, was the matter of his currently being unconscious in just a bit away from her. Both extremely pressing matters, certainly.

There was really only one available course of action for Abalia to take at this moment, then. She could continue to carry herself as calmly as possible, focusing carefully on the situation at hand and keeping her restraint, or she could allow instinct to take over, fighting with every bit of her energy and hoping that such an unorthodox and foreign approach would be something useful for her. Death was always a third option, at least in the most abstract sense.

The latter two options were, of course, out of the question.

Taking a single deep breath, Abalia focused in solely on the Hollow she was facing. Did her leg hurt? Yes, exceptionally so, but why think on that for now? Her life, and potentially even her king's, was currently at stake. She avoided using the leg that had been wounded, knowing all too well that it would be nothing short of excruciating to put more weight than absolutely necessary on it, when all at once it struck her. This creature before her likely had only the most instinctive understanding of this fight, but even an animal knew a wound when it saw it. It was, on some level, entirely aware that it had caused her injury to that leg, and so it knew that she would avoid putting undue pressure on it.

What it could not know, however, was that the idea of any necessity being “undue” was simply unfathomable to this particular silver-haired officer. Thus, knowing fully both the pain she was about to experience and that she would only have a single chance at this sort of gambit, Abalia lept forward on her wounded leg, surely the side the Hollow least anticipated an attack from, and swung downward with all her might.

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Tue Jan 30, 2018 12:03 am

Artist: N/A - Song: Bad Moon Rising- Word Count: 738

If Hayden was able to actually percieve things or speak, he would have been damned proud of the girl. In true warrior fashion, she had pressed an attack on the side an enemy would least expect an attack from.

The Hollow most basic instinct was to attack, to murder and consume the being before them. Somewhere inside it's mind it knew it should not be moving on her injuried side, it was basic instinct for him to attack the weakened part. But his mistake was thinking the wounded, weak animal before it would choose to be defensive. Perhaps it's last feeling was a mixture of confusion and puzzelment as it's skull was split down the middle by a spiritually empowered weapon. As the makeshit weapon fell out of it's head and it's eyes shifted up, a splurt of black blood beginning to leak on Abalia's blade.

The first life she has taken by her own hands, the first Hollow she has purified. It was this day, with her king broken on the ground she had risen to the challenge. Perhaps she would feel pride or a feeling of disconnect for this was just part of their duty. But the gravity of that first step, if Hayden could speak- he'd be left speechless. None the less the Hollow would begin to dissolve, it's essence beginning to break down into raw spiritual particales as the blackened orb which remained began to turn white. The raw essence of a soul cleanse, now able to be judged.

As it faded her King would stir, his hand clenching his chest as his eyes shot opened his mouth dry as bloodshot eyes seemed to indicate something wrong with him. His head craned to see the scene before him but unable to speak as the vice around his heart tightened. It tried to regulate it's self as he felt through raw force of willpower his heart jump start it's self again- the inability to suffer death the whole reason the pain and crippling disability he now faced. But Abalia knew not of that, the very thing which kept him alive was also murdering him piece by piece.

"Sesshouin.." The voice called out as his eyes closed once more, his body fading in and out of consciousness. It was all a blur as he tried to sit up his body creaking and shaking like that of a machine trying to restart, the facade of power now gone as he looked all too weak.

It wasn't the pain which hurt him, but appearing as someone so weak to someone who he believed needed to see him as strong. Perhaps it was the idea of them being present, the idea of failing his people, or the idea of simply hating his own body being his ultimate weakness currently but he had managed to get to his knees before adopting a kneeling stance using his Zan as a sort of crane. His usually Hazel eyes slowing beginning to warp color into a mixture of crimson and black swirls as Death Matter slowly restarted his body, mixed with his raw force of will.

"Sesshouin... when.. you where in this moment. In this realm of Twilight- life and death.." The man voice was tired, weak perhaps. But it seemed as he shook slightly using his weapon as a means to stand, pushing up slowly as he cast his eyes on here. As was her duty to fight, it was his to be infallible. "When the cards where close to death, what was it you felt? What. Made. You. Fight? Who. Are. You?"

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Thu Mar 22, 2018 2:44 am

Song: Inner Universe - By: Origa - Word Count: N/A

Only narrowly holding back a scream of agony as she collapsed to the ground, Abalia felt a faint sense of pride as the Hollow before her dissipated. But faint was the most apt way to describe it, and it fell away as she forced herself to stand. Her king was present, and she had duty to attend to here, and now. She listened carefully to the words being spoken, and ruminated upon them only for the briefest of moments. What was it that drove her? The same that always pushed her forward, always kept her striving to serve in the best manner she could.

“Duty, sir. Duty to you, to my position, and to the countless people who may depend on me. Duty is what has driven me forward, and what will always push me to do what must be done.”

Her voice was firm, resolute in spite of her wounds, and it trembled only slightly from the pain. It was something by which Abalia had always stood, and she scarcely felt that had changed even in the heat of this moment. If anything, she felt as though it had reinforced this more than ever. That to serve all those who sought her, to protect the weak and to destroy all which might threaten the peace, was what she was destined for.

“My duty is more than simply a drive, sir. My duty is who I am.”

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Sat Aug 18, 2018 3:29 am

Artist: N/A - Song: Bad Moon Rising- Word Count: 738

"Now, now you have decided."

The man would take a ragged breath exhaling into the warm air. Hayden's body seemed to be holding it's self together, the tired man slowly fading with each passing moment. He refused to show weakness, even with his chest in pain and his body broken- his shoulders rolled back, back straightened, and head looked down at her. He was her king, her ally. He was in pain, but he had a duty to perform and this act of defiance against his limits almost seemed like a challenge to life.

They would destroy his bravado, striding with the force and power of a lightning strike.

The man fell to a knee, letting out a sigh. His body felt old and disjointed right now, but that would not make him fail. As his.. whatever they where to him, beyond his 'hand', they looked worst for wear. Maybe this was their first chance of real combat but it was fine. This was what they lived for, people like he and her.

"You have worked hard today, you have found something within yourself, Abalia. I'm proud, woman. Vastime, and in turn this world, will have a faithful servant."

Hardened hands would reach out gripping her cheeks softly, blood smearing on her face slightly. He'd lean forward placing his forehead onto there own letting his raw force of will rip into the world. It was a small gift, a small means to enable her to perhaps endure the pain longer, the world around them beginning to become enshrouded in black.

If left undisturbed, the world around the king and the lawful servant would become nothing but black. The familiar feeling of the disjointedness which came with inter dimensional travel. That vague feeling of empiness and lack of gravity- which suddenly slammed back into you as the black void was replaced by the office of Hayden.

Familiar surroundings.

But yet, his hands would release her face- his body falling beside her own as he exhaled- exhausted. He'd just lay there, letting the soft sound of a ticking clock be the lullaby to drift him to sleep on his office floor.

Tomorrow, the next week, and this next year would be one of immense change. But tonight, it would simply be a silent celebration of sleep.

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