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paradisa2013-05-07 09:00 pm
wishmadeinfire) wrote in paradisa2013-05-07 09:00 pm
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When the Past Haunts Us [ Event Horizon Dictation + Action ]
[ It was another of the Castle Before the Moon's tricks. He knew it. There were no rocks and no night sky, but he knew this was one of its tricks. How could it not be? He was far from home, alone against the enemies, suffering because that was what it wanted. That was what it had always wanted, wasn't it? It fed off their blood and their screams, it had for years, its magic fueled by their forced sacrifices. Oh, he knew, he was on to its little game and he was going to end it, but a stop to this pathetic and cruel game.
But he had to make it there first, to the heart.
And there were obstacles in the way.
Enemy soldiers, with their dark eyes and their dark hair, out to kill him because he was the demon of their nightmares, the man who had burned their comrades alive, slaughtered them with sweeps of his sword. Oh, yes, his sword, where was that? He should have that if he planned to cut them down, to end it, give them the peace they all so deserved. He could not find his, so he picked up a piece of detritus, something that would work - long, sharp, deadly. It bit at his own palm, but he didn't care, because he had something more to do. He could burn the wound closed when this was all done.
He made his way through the halls, and when soldiers appeared he smiled benignly and lunged to attack, to push them out of the way or cut them down. Either they got out of his way or he made them get out of his way. His was a mission of most import, and he would be damned if he let these fools stand in his way!
Eventually, his voice comes over the journals, a little dreamy perhaps, thick with the rasp of battle, manic with delusion.]
Stop fighting me, fools, and be get out of my way. Do you really think you can stop me? You can't, the only one who could is gone! You all couldn't save him, now I'm your only hope. So get out of my way, and live to see another day...
[ It was almost sing-song, cooing, urging a child to sleep while the adult took care of the cruelties of the world...]
[ooc: Ashura is making his way to the spinning thingy you all dread so much. Inside of this post will be two more sections for more specific encounters if anyone wants to go through this - one with his parents, either mother or father, and one for Yasha (his former lover). He will try to kill you in either of those threads. ]
But he had to make it there first, to the heart.
And there were obstacles in the way.
Enemy soldiers, with their dark eyes and their dark hair, out to kill him because he was the demon of their nightmares, the man who had burned their comrades alive, slaughtered them with sweeps of his sword. Oh, yes, his sword, where was that? He should have that if he planned to cut them down, to end it, give them the peace they all so deserved. He could not find his, so he picked up a piece of detritus, something that would work - long, sharp, deadly. It bit at his own palm, but he didn't care, because he had something more to do. He could burn the wound closed when this was all done.
He made his way through the halls, and when soldiers appeared he smiled benignly and lunged to attack, to push them out of the way or cut them down. Either they got out of his way or he made them get out of his way. His was a mission of most import, and he would be damned if he let these fools stand in his way!
Eventually, his voice comes over the journals, a little dreamy perhaps, thick with the rasp of battle, manic with delusion.]
Stop fighting me, fools, and be get out of my way. Do you really think you can stop me? You can't, the only one who could is gone! You all couldn't save him, now I'm your only hope. So get out of my way, and live to see another day...
[ It was almost sing-song, cooing, urging a child to sleep while the adult took care of the cruelties of the world...]
[ooc: Ashura is making his way to the spinning thingy you all dread so much. Inside of this post will be two more sections for more specific encounters if anyone wants to go through this - one with his parents, either mother or father, and one for Yasha (his former lover). He will try to kill you in either of those threads. ]
ASHURA'S PARENTS
YASHA
/dictated
but that's fine. she'll help to the best of her ability and she WILL bring them all home and cure them of whatever this is. it's her duty. Paradisa isn't her homeland, but it's her home, whether she likes it or not, and these are her countrymen now.
even so, the things he's saying bring out frustration more than sorrow, in the end, and she tosses off one remark before slamming the journal shut and returning to the hunt]
Oh, for fuck's sake.