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Post by EMILIO & DIABLO on Jun 17, 2015 10:02:43 GMT
Despite the obvious pain that Emilio should currently be feeling his dark and sadistic laugh tore through out the room, echoing oh so gloriously beside the shrieks and cries of the dying heartless doll. The rush of adrenaline was so intense that his body felt none of the pain that was being caused to it. Even the sizzling and blistering of his hand was completely ignored. Then KSSSHHKSS, the other arm shattered dramatically, Emilio barely noticed it. He was too focused on his target and goal, pulling out the eye of the monster and suffocating it to it's death. WHAM! Something crashed into the side of him and he cried out as his fingers tightened around the eye even more. SNAP! The two Keybladers were flung away from Ruth's body as gravity and leverage pulled them toward the ground. Emilio hit the floor incredibly hard and bounced back up, rolling toward the wall on the opposite end of the room. When his body finally stopped moving he snapped up quickly and growled. His eyes scanned the area around him and came across Mikhail as being the source of his harsh landing. He was about to beat the crap out of him when he notice a movement within the fingers of his right hand. He looked down and saw the disgusting yellow eye flicking desperately, trying to escape his grasp. A very unsettling grin formed on his lips and his eyes became darkened by his blackened bangs. With his hissing and blistered hand he held the eye tightly and in a last form of pleasure a light flame engulfed the circumference of the eye and for a few moments he watched silently as the little thing squealed pathetically, completely under his control. The feelings of fear and pain that radiated from both Mikhail and the heartless eye energized Dark Emilio greatly. Finally, with his unscathed hand he pulled out the sharp piece of wood that He'd picked up after the fall. He laughed again, but this time, it was low, and sounded even more dangerous and inhuman then his loudly expressed one. Continuing the fire illusion around the eye, Emilio lifted the piece of wood high above his head as he set the screeching low to the ground. He could feel his heart racing at the excitement. The first impact was the most exciting. The heartless's soft cry echoed in the empty room as black liquid squirted in every which direction, spraying all over Emilio's clothes and face. Again and again he lifted the piece of wood tearing apart the little thing, until it was obvious it lived no longer.
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Post by mikhail ivanov on Jun 17, 2015 10:51:00 GMT
 ALL THOSE MOMENTS will be lost in time like tears in rain Mikhail looked up in a haze of pain with hooded eyes and lips half-parted. Ruth. The mangled body of the porcelin doll lay twitching out the last of its' life; acid blood gushed from her chest and pooled on the floor. Mikhail breathed a sigh of relief and closed his eyes. But the fight wasn't over. Not yet. Emilio held something in his hand. An orb of yellow light with flames licking around his blistering fingers. A sizzling noise hissed through the room like static. Emilio smiled: and it was the most the most twisted, mirthless, evil smile Mikhail had ever seen. It turned your blood ice cold. Run. Turn and run. This... this is wickedness. This is madness. But Mikhail couldn't run. Emilio watched the Eye burn, savoring, then pulled out a shard of wood. That sharp piece of the door he picked up what seemed so long ago. SHRICK. Black blood spattered the floor. Again. Again. Again. Ripping into the heartless. Acid splattered Emilio's face. Splattered his clothes. Enemy though Ruth was, Mikhail felt sick at the flames and the plunge of the shard. Breathing hard with the effort, Mikhail got to his feet. He didn't know what to think anymore; didn't know what any of this meant; didn't know what was happening to his partner. But this had to stop. He had to bring Emilio back from this madness. In a loud voice, Mikhail issued a command. "Emilio! That's Enough!"MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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Post by EMILIO & DIABLO on Jun 17, 2015 11:22:58 GMT
He was certainly enjoying himself, plunging the ridged piece of wood into the overkilled creature. There was hardly anything left anymore, but each time he played the motion the heartless's scream echoed inside his mind. He could hear it. Over and over again. He never wanted it to end. Never. Of course that was when Mikhail's voice rose above the silence in the room. "Emilio! Thats Enough!" He said, his voice loud and commanding. He sounded like a general punishing a misguided soldier. Instantly HIs arm stopped mid swing and cold, cruel eyes lifted from under the black bangs. They landed on Mikhail, a dark challenge within them. But Mikhail wasn't going to have to fight him. Very very slowly his eyes turned back into their intense icy blue while his hair faded into a snow white that was no longer white. It was littered with black beads of liquid and covered in dirt from the caves. When he came to his eyes dropped to the scene in front of him and gasped in complete shock. He dropped the now flattened wooden dagger and stared at the scene in utter horror. No. It had happened... No... With him paralyzed at the thought of himself causing such a scene the adrenaline wore off and the pain in his hand skyrocketed. He screamed as he realized what it was and he fell onto the ground on his side shaking, desperately wanting to touch his arm, to cradle it or even cares it, but any touching just made the pain even worse. For that he simply couldn't stop shaking and whimpering. "How had this even happened? Why did it have to happen?
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Post by mikhail ivanov on Jun 17, 2015 19:55:53 GMT
ALL THOSE MOMENTS will be lost in time like tears in rain Mikhail waited. Emilio locked eyes; expression threatening him, challenging him. Mikhail stared back without a change of stance or demeanour. He watched the challenge fade; irises turning from yellow to the cool blue that Mikhail had always known. Madness gave way to confusion. Shock. Emilio looked down at the mess of spray and pulp; his handiwork. The wooden shard clattered on the floor. Then the pain hit. Emilio crumbled. His scream cut through the air; collapsing onto his side, Emilio whimpered and shook. He couldn't help it: the shock of his transformation and the severity of his wounds stripped him of control. "How had this even happened? Why did it have to happen?" Mikhail rushed forward. He knelt beside Emilio without a word; blank-faced. Careful not to jostle or touch the corroded arm, Mikhail and pulled a vial of hi-potion out and uncorked it with a faint pop. Gently, very gently, Mikhail rolled Emilio onto his back and laid the boys' head on his knee to make swallowing easier. Mikhail's own arm was paining him badly: he could barely move it much less support Emilio's head while he drank. "Drink this."Everything Mikhail did, he did without hesitation or questioning glances. His face was pale and slick with sweat; but his expression and manner were still those of one in command. Someone who shouldn't be questioned. Someone who shouldn't be fought. Putting the vial to Emilio's lips, Mikhail made him drink, tipping the bottle little by little so that not a drop would spill. That done, Mikhail set the vial down with a shaking hand. He felt light-headed and nauseated from pain and exhaustion. Acid still ate away at the raw wounds in his forearm; the stress of rescuing Emilio and pulling him out of his Dark state took the last bit of strength Mik had. Mikhail reached back into the bag to stir clattering potion bottles with trembling fingers. There had to be another hi-potion here. Right? Gulping shallow and shuddering breaths, Mikhail fished until he found another little vial. Open it. Swallow. Try not to puke it back up; lie down, curl up, close your eyes. MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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Post by EMILIO & DIABLO on Jun 18, 2015 8:32:28 GMT
Mikhail was by his side in moments and when Emilio saw his face an expression of pure fear crossed his own. Mik's eyes were emotionless and Emilio could read nothing from it. That frightened him even more. His panic heightened at the idea of what Mikhail might do to him. Emilio was a liability. Would he tell this to rose? Would he kill Emilio? Would he try to keep Emilio locked for the good of the majority over his individuality? But when his partner lifted his head into his lap and pulled out the bottle of hi-potion Emilio was able to calm. The gesture was a sign of compassion. Why would Mikhail be compassionate towards him? After what he'd witnessed. "Drink this..." He said commandingly. His expression never changed and this worried Emilio, but he did as he was told and drank the liquid, wincing from the unbearable pain that the ooze had caused him. He waited for the healing process to begin, but he never felt it start. Soon after he felt Mikhail move his head down to the ground and he himself gulped down another potion. It suddenly crossed Emilio's mind that Mikhail had been bitten by the Monster and that he had used that moment to take the opportunity to grab the eye instead of save his partner. Bitter guilt began to overwhelm him as exhaustion began to take over. He owed so much to Mikhail. In his mind, saving Emilio from his darkside was even bigger than saving him from three broken limbs. Still shaking and shivering he thought about this as his body passed out. When he woke, the pain in his arm was less intense but had not gone away. however, it was now bearable. He scrunched up his face in pain as he attempted to sit up. In his sudden daze he peered around the room, thinking about what had happened with a slight shock. It had been much too long since he'd felt that kind of darkness. He prayed that it did not haunt him any longer.
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Post by Xemmy on Jun 18, 2015 9:37:08 GMT
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The room seems brighter than it was before. The door opposite of the one they came through was open slightly. A light breeze was drifting in from the other side of it. Though it wasn't strong enough to open the door. Something must've opened it. Or nudged its way in.
Ruth's body was as lifeless as ever. the black goo was gone, leaving the stone floor stained black. Strangely enough there were even more cracks all over her porcelain skin. Small pieces already chipped away.
There was something curled up next to Emilio. it was half asleep, and breathing softly. It was that small dragon from before. It must've slipped in once it realized the coast was clear. The little thing was obviously less fearful than before.
NOTE: You can have control of the dragon after this post, because of reasons. The next room is just a room with items in it. We'll probably end after that. It's still important to go in because there's more than just the rewards in there. Sorry for short length.
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Post by mikhail ivanov on Jun 19, 2015 12:36:42 GMT
ALL THOSE MOMENTS will be lost in time like tears in rain Stillness settled over the chamber when the two keybladers drifted off to sleep. Once, a low groan of metal and oak ebbed through the room. But neither of the sleeping figures stirred; not even when clacking, padding footsteps moved toward them and a visitor settled down to wait. Finally, Mikhail's eyes opened. Maybe the pain in his arm goaded him straight from sleep to waking. He felt no haziness or sluggishness of mind, aware of everything: the mission, the fight, the metamorphosis. Easing himself up on one elbow, Mikhail glanced to the right. Emilio lay huddled on the floor nearby. Filthy-haired. Blood-spattered. At least the burns didn't keep him awake. Something strange caught his eye: Mik stared at the little bundle by Emilio for a minute. Then a smile touched his lips. There, curled up next to its' rescuer, lay the dragon hatchling. So. That hadn't been in vain after all. Mikhail sat still for a moment, propped up on one arm, thinking. One of the last expressions to cross Emilio's face had been fear. What was he afraid of? Mik could hazard a guess. Isolation. Desertion. Shackles and blows. And with good reason. Emilio's Shadow form killed without a qualm and acted without pity or restraint. He had to report this to Rose. Didn't he? But... what might the consequences be? Looking down at Emilio, Mikhail felt himself recoil. What should he do? They were spent. Neither fighter could keep this up much longer. And Mikhail didn't want Emilio at his back in another battle. Not after what he'd seen and without answers. The truth is, he had been frightened by Dark Emilio: by his brutality, his madness, by his cold and purposeful cruelty. Who could have seen it coming? One of the best keybladers in the Land of Departure. Did Rose even know? And would it happen again? Emilio seemed shocked and horrified when he woke: how much control did he really have? Mikhail got up (gritting his teeth from the throbbing wounds) to pace in a circle slowly, deep in thought and casting glances at Emilio now and again. Emilio. Dark Emilio. They contrasted like noon and the witching hour. His partners' transformation from one to the other disturbed Mik deeply. A brief look at the chamber showed no sign of any threat (unless the dragon started chewing fingers). Ruth lay crumbling to flakes of porcelain; eyeless and disfigured. Torches burned to the iron rings shuddered in a cool breeze. Mikhail stripped off his outer coat, stained with the acid blood, and tossed it in a far corner of the room. He was checking his wounded arm through the rips in his sleeve when Emilio sat up. "Your friend is back." Mikhail nodded at the dragon. Turning to face Emilio, Mik slipped back into a blank mask. "Think you can walk?"MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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Post by EMILIO & DIABLO on Jun 20, 2015 0:40:10 GMT
"Your friend is back." Came the blank toned voice. Emilio looked down to see the little snow white dragon sleeping beside him. When he moved to look down at it the little thing blinked sleepily and then looked back up at him, allowing himself a little squeak. Emilio smiled. Despite the pain, despite the fear, and despite the total wreck of the mission, this little guy was more than worth it. And for a moment nothing else mattered. "Hey you little one. Not so afraid now are you. Its alright... I'll..." His voice caught in his throat and he suddenly looked away from the little creature his bangs covering his eyes. Then it squeaked again and jumped into his lap. Emilio gasped slightly but then laughed as it lifted up its long neck and began licking at his face, careful not to touch his clothes in doing so. "Stop... Stop!" He suddenly said gently pushing the little dragon away from his body as he looked down at his sweatshirt. "Dammit... This is my favorite sweatshirt. I doubt this stuff will wash off." He was so preoccupied with his clothes and playing with the baby dragon that he hadn't even heard Mikhail's question of if he could walk. Once he'd taken his sweatshirt off, with several grunts and hisses as he tried to unstick it from his wrist and lower arm, the dragon started nudging him with its snout, squeaking. Emilio laughed. "Hey, just a second, I'm trying to... sssss... I'm trying to get this off buddy." Once the sweatshirt was off he took a look at his hand and frowned. This wasn't going to heal all the way was it. Not even with the mega-elixer. Besides, this was his fighting hand... There wouldn't be much more he could do on this mission. He was practically unable to fight anymore. Especially with his entire hand covered in a burn. Now would be the perfect time to go home. To ditch the mission. He was done. Absolutely done with this crap. All he wanted to do now was go to his room, pack everything up, and leave. But the dragon kept nudging him and pulling on his short sleeved shirt with his sleeves as if he wanted to show Emilio something important. "Alright, alright I'm coming." He said forcing himself to stand up. At which point the little dragon jumped onto his shoulder and settled itself around his neck pointing at the door with its tail. Emilio noticed it immediately and cocked an eyebrow, suddenly very wary of the next room. When were they going to find the Keyhole. He rather didn't want to deal with anymore attacks from anything. The presence of another suddenly hit his radar. That would be Mikhail. But he didn't look in the other male's direction. No... He rather ignored him. Mikhail had seen him at his lowest. His deepest darkest secret having appeared to him like fire in a black room. There was a very long pause from Emilio as his back was to the other Keyblader. He lifted his injured hand and stared at it for several moments. He was a monster. And he knew it. No one... especially not Mikhail, had to tell him it was so. He was already haunted by it. Already forced into submission to it's disastrous reign. Thats what he was going to do. Once he went back to the castle. He was going to leave. The guilt and embarrassment was too much to bare. "Sorry... I'm sorry... Please... Don't... Don't kill me... I'll leave. I'll leave so that I'm not longer trouble. I don't... I don't want to hurt people anymore." With that said quietly, but loud enough for Mikhail to hear, he began to walk up to the door that was ajar. And without thinking he stepped in through the door and peered around the room, The dragon hatchling squealing excitedly on his shoulders. ► “Notes” |
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Post by Xemmy on Jun 20, 2015 7:13:27 GMT
Che dothras che drivos The room was very similar to the chamber before it. The only difference was the desk to the side of the room, a few ripped up pieces of furniture and a busted bookshelf.The desk was covered in old tattered papers. Nothing of any real importance anymore. It seemed like it was some sort of old abandoned office. Rats or something else had obviously eaten away the leather furniture. Leaving tears and holes throughout it. There was also some stuffing missing. Another major difference in the room was the large keyhole in the far wall. It was surrounded by rather intricate carvings. If one were to look closely, they would notice that said carvings were a bunch of different pictures, depicting things about the world's history. They had made it, the mission was practically at a close. There were a few drops of blood on the floor, much like there was in the chamber before. They seemed to lead to a treasure chest near the wall with the keyhole in it. It was large, and old looking. Maybe it was filled with all sorts of goodies? There was also something sitting next to the chest. A wallet. It looked rather worn, but not like everything else in the room. No. It probably belonged to whoever was bleeding. Maybe that person was in the chest? NOTE: again this one is kind of blah. Since I don't think I need to post again except for the rewards, I'll go ahead and explain what is in the chest. There's a scribble filled notebook, made of the same paper as the riddle note. there's also what looks like someone's little travel backpack, and it has a potion in it and the rest of that strange halloween town first aid kit that the bat stickers came from. Whenever you choose to do the thing with the keyhole, that will trigger the end of the thread. You'll be given your rewards and the board shall be made  , EMILIO & DIABLO |
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Post by mikhail ivanov on Jun 23, 2015 10:14:36 GMT
ALL THOSE MOMENTS will be lost in time like tears in rain The hatchling fawned over Emilo like a dog over its' master. Clambering up in his lap, it nudged the boys' face, squeaking. Emilio seemed just as happy to see the dragon as it was to see him. He smiled. Laughed, even. Talked to it as if it could understand. Mikhail glanced at the acid stains streaked black in the fabric near the dragons' body and wondered if it would burn. Apparently, Emilio had the same thought. "Stop!... Stop!" Mikhail leaned against the wall and watched Emilio gently push the hatchling away to stip off his hoodie. The fabric stuck to half-healed skin. Peeling it away made Emilio hiss in pain. Mikhail made no offer to help; he just stood and watched. One moment (who knew how long ago) Emilio plunged a stake into a burning eye. Over and over until it spattered the ground. Until Mikhail snapped him out of it. Now look at him. Caring for a little hatchling, talking to it in a quiet voice, wincing in pain to spare the creature a burn. What triggered the change? It must have been Ruth, choking him, those claws cutting off his breath, piercing his throat. One question weighed heavier on Mikhails mind than any other: which side of Emilio held sway? That monstrous shadow, that Other: could he control it? No. When it took over... did he even want to? And in the end, would it take him completely? Emilio must not want that. After all of the sacrifices he made as a keyblader and all of the risks he took, surely Emilio wanted rescue from this. Remembering the shock and grief on his partners' face when he came to, Mikhail glanced down. Looked back up. And gasped. The acid ooze had eaten away at Emilio's skin: a massive burn left his hand disfigured. From the look of it, he would never wield a keyblade the same way again. Crawling up on Emilio's shoulder, the little dragon began pointing toward the door left ajar with the tip of its' tail. Hm. Must be something it really wanted Emilio to see. Summoning Oathkeeper, Mikhail followed Emilio toward the doorway, on guard for any new horrors. He wasn't prepared for what he heard a moment later. "Sorry... I'm sorry... Please... Don't... Don't kill me.... I'll leave. I'll leave so that I'm no longer trouble. I don't... I don't.. want to hurt people anymore."
Without another word, Emilio stepped through the door. For a moment, Mikhail just stared after him. Kill him? Of course he wouldn't kill him. This could be an act, but, somehow Mikhail didn't think so. No. This fear of death, and the remorse which he showed, bore the mark of truth. Amidst all the confusion, Mikhail knew one thing for sure. Emilio shouldn't leave. Not like this. Stepping into the doorway, Mikhail paused to look around. Eyes darting here and there. No sign of an enemy. Emilio was certainly relaxed; examining a wooden chest at the end of a trail of blood. But the chest held no draw for Mikhail. Because there, at the other end of the room, set in carvings of stone, lay the object of their quest. The Keyhole: just a few brief moments and the nightmare quest would be over. Brisk footsteps echoed across the chamber. Suddenly, Mikhail paused. He lowered Oathkeeper. Looked at Emilio. For a second the two keybladers looked at each other. Then, Emilio gave a slight nod. Nodding back, Mikhail stepped forward and raised Oathkeeper. A pulsing orb of light formed around the Keyblade: white like a star, orbiting firework sparks of blue and gold. The boy closed his eyes as the ground beneath him began to glow, a gust rising from out of nowhere, blowing his hair and rising in a quickening gyre. Far overhead, a massive Keyhole appeared, setting the whole room alight. So close. All of their striving and sufferings for this. Swinging Oathkeeper, Mikhail raised his arm and pointed at the Keyhole far above, sending a laser-ray of light shooting upwards. A bright flash of light filled the room. Filled the two keybladers' sight. It was all over. A new world, a strange and twisted world, had been opened. MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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Post by Xemmy on Jun 23, 2015 19:34:00 GMT
Che dothras che drivos
CONGRATULATIONS.
You survived and recovered Lost Labyrinth!
The world board and subboards shall be added shortly.
In the meantime here are your rewards!
EACH CHARACTER SHALL RECEIVE;
x2 X-POTIONS
x1 KEYCHAIN
x1 SKILL
x1 LIQUID COURAGE
x1 FEAR SPRAY
x1 PHOENIX DOWN
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