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| Zak | Mar 21 2010, 09:13 AM Post #1 |
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After meeting with the priest, Dia had managed to stumble his way down to the harbor. He had gotten overly excited since arriving here and now his blood-lust had reached a boiling point and Dia knew the simple food that the Church gave him to help subside his urges simply wouldn't be enough. He had to get something fresh, something warm, something breathing. His body had pulled him in all sorts of directions, always following the scent of some powerful being or another. It was simply too much, like sitting in the middle of a kitchen full of delicious food being cooked while you hadn't eaten anything all day. With one hand clenched onto Dia's stomach and the other in his mouth being hungrily sucked void of blood, he couldn't keep his murderous intent from spilling all around him. Luckily for Dia, the simple act of getting food was allowed by the Church and as long as he cleaned up the mess afterward there wouldn't be any problems. Sure there were other limitations like 'only killing those he needed to so as to accomplish his mission', but Dia NEEDED to eat so he figured this fit under that guideline. The only decision left to be made now was who would be the unfortunate victim of his cravings. That was proving to be a harder decision to make than Dia had first realized. He had been fallowing a particularly appetizing morsel, but due to his lack of knowledge of the city he had managed to get himself lost down into the harbor district. Wandering down into the dark space in between two buildings, Dia leaned himself heavily against the wall. He took his hand out of his mouth to give it time to heal, only to find that he was already breathing rather hard. Slumping down into a sitting position, he covered his face with the now healed hand and tilted his head up towards the break in between the two roofs of the buildings that he sat between. Taking deep breaths, Dia slowly collected his thoughts. There were plenty of people around the harbor that he could get easily enough, but it was a taste of a magical heretic that he yearned for. Still, it was getting harder and harder to concentrate so whatever he did it would have to be fast. It was then that Dia heard a noise. He wasn't sure what it was at first, but after taking a second he realized that it was a voice. Taking the hand off his face he turned to see where it had originated from. It appeared to be someone who worked at the harbor. "You okay, buddy?" The man asked in Japanese. A malicious grin spread over Dia's face. That decided it. Slowly rising to his feet with his back still against the wall, he raised his hand to the man with his index finger out to indicate that he should wait a moment. As soon as his hand dropped and the man's attention was drawn back to Dia, it was too late. He had already closed the distance and his right hand was held forcefully over the poor workers mouth to prevent any screaming. He dragged the man in between the buildings by the painful grip Dia had on his face and took one clean bite out of his neck. With that, it was over. The hold the man had on his captors right arm slackened and his eyes went blank. The hairs on the back of Dia's neck stood up as the rush of warm blood entered his mouth. This was what he was looking for. Sure it was a little bland compared to what he was looking for, but this suited him just fine. The texture, the taste, the sensation. These weren't things that you could order at any sort of restaurant. Happily and greedily he began to finish off the rest of his meal, careful not to make too large of a mess so as to make the clean-up later that much easier. |
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| Zode | Mar 22 2010, 06:30 AM Post #2 |
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Tipping his hat down Victor shaded his eyes against the glare of the setting sun across the water. A small simile appeared on his face as he gazed out across the water at the other side of the harbor. Fuyuki was a pretty average city all in all. Nothing about it jumped out at all, you could drop into another city and there wouldn't be much difference. But the one unique thing that the city did have was strange rumors. But Fuyuki had one rumor in particular that Victor was interested in, the holy grail. When he had first arrived in the city the other day Victor had been rather disappointed. The city just seemed to normal. But as he explored the city his disappointment was replaced by excitement. All over the city were small signs of previous wars more than enough to prove to Victor that it was worth it to stick around and investigate further. “Arg, can we leave now? This place reeks of fish” A voice came form behind Victor. Turning Victor looked down at the white cat that was laying stretched out absorbing the last of the sun's dying rays. “I was under the impression cats like fish.” Victor answered the cat raising on of his eyebrows slightly. Shaking its head before rolling over and getting to its feet the cat looked at Victor like he was the most boring thing in the world. “And since when have I, Vlad the impaler, been a normal cat?” Covering his face with his palm Victor let out a sigh. “I never should have told you about him.” he said as he begun to walk away. “Hey wait! I'm not done talking to-” But Victor couldn't he the rest as he left the cat behind so it had to catch up to him. The sudden blaring of a ships fog horn caused Victor to glance in the direction of the sound. His view of the ship was hidden by a row of buildings but as he looked all thoughts about the ship vanished form his mind. In between two of the buildings it looked like a man as biting another man. Immediately his thoughts flashed to the other Dead Apostle Ancestors. While none of them had expressed an interest in the grail, Victor wouldn't put it past them to send some underlings to search for it instead of themselves. Victor needed to know who they were and what they wanted. Causally walking up to the mouth of the alley Victor leaned against the wall with both his hands in his pockets. “Enjoying your dinner?” he asked with a knowing simile in his best Japanese. |
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| Zak | Mar 22 2010, 07:44 AM Post #3 |
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By the time the newcomer had arrived, there was little left that resembled the harbor worker in that alley. Clothes and all, he had been devoured piece by piece until only splatters of blood and shreds of clothes remained (outside of the final bit that Dia was chewing on). The flavor of a normal human was like that of an uncooked meal, void of seasoning and the proper preparation. Still, it was enough to put a dent in Dia's stomach so the victim had served his purpose. Despite the amazing display of gore that had just transpired, he was surprisingly clean. It's only obvious that after years of performing this gruesome act, Dia had become an expert in keeping the mess to a minimum. Keeping in mind locations of veins, organs and bones, he knew fairly well how a body reacted to his violent onslaught of rips and tears. No two people are the same, however, and this man turned snack was no exception. Dotted across his being, there were several spatters of blood that were beginning to soak into his outfit. They were hard to see against the dark black of his suit though, one of the reasons Dia liked the outfit. Nearing the completion of the ritual that was his murder, he was interrupted by another voice. “Enjoying your dinner?” Dia heard from the rear end of the two buildings. Terribly preoccupied at the time, he had not noticed the tall man's approach. Dia wasn't so much surprised that he was discovered, but rather the calm tone that the man had taken with him. Any kind of sensible person would have been horrified and shocked upon finding the remnants of his work, but the man didn't so much as cringe. That surprise only lasted for a moment though as a rush of Dia's instincts hit him like a tidal wave. Not two seconds after he had assessed the newcomer's presence, he had already reached inside of his jacket and pulled out several of his black keys and readied them into their weaponized form between his fingers. This was what he was waiting for. 'A VAMPIRE! A VAMPIRE! A VAMPIRE!' Dia thought with glee. Among all of the things he had tasted before, it was a vampire that truly hit the spot. There was nothing like biting into their immortal flesh, packed to the brim with magical energy and potential. And this particular one... It was no rank and file goon. It was the 5-star equivalent of the species, no doubt close to the rank of a Dead Apostle. Thoughts blurred through his head as Dia planned out how he was going to cut this particular immortal's life short. He had free reign. The Church gave him all the freedom in the world when it came to destroying one of these abominations of life. Wiping the blood from his lips with his free hand and then licking it off, he addressed the creature. "It was truly foolish of you to simply approach a member of the Holy Church like that..." Dia responded in Italian, not caring what the beast had said in Japanese. He eyed the vampire hungrily from head to toe. "Even more so, me." He had no need to hold back his murderous intent anymore and it flowed out like a waterfall, quickly filling the small alley and pouring into the surrounding area. Shifting some of the keys into the other hand, Dia began his dash at his next meal. He threw several of them at where Victor's body met the wall, but they were quickly replaced and Dia opened up his arms and allowed the blades held in his fingers to scrap against the two buildings while he ran. He was perfectly content fighting with his hands, but after so many years as an Executor Dia had learned all the combat techniques readily available to these demon killing members of the Church. It was the raw pleasure he found in battle combined with his formal combat training that made Dia a particularly dangerous force against anything the the Church deemed unfit to exist in this world. |
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| Zode | Mar 22 2010, 08:29 AM Post #4 |
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Victor always tried to control himself when he went to a new place. I wouldn't do any good for him to let his blood-lust run free and have people remembering he arrived just before all the dead bodies showed up. Because of this he had made sure he would be able to control himself for a few days as he became used to the city, but as he watched the man finish his meal Victor could feel the primal instinct growing within him. But his thoughts were quickly forced to focus on something other than his own blood-lust. As the man pulled out a set of black keys, Victor's mind begun to race trying to make sense of it. I was certainly feasible that a vampire had a set but it would be very rare and strange. “It was truly foolish of you to simply approach a member of the Holy Church like that... even more so me.” the man said in Italian. Victor actually recoiled slightly in shock. A member of the church explain the man's weapons but he had just seen the man eat someone. Another slightly less important surprise was the man was Italian. Victor had expected a lot of different thing when he had approached the alley. This man completely blew them all away except one, that he was going to have to fight. Despite the casual stance and tone Victor had been ready for some type of attack to be aimed his way. One doesn't simply ask another vampire what he is doing and why especially if they are on a secret mission and expect for them to just give you the answer. Pushing off the wall and leaping backwards Victor landed out in the middle of the street before putting his hand back into his pocket and staring intently at the man. “Oh! No introductions? That terribly rude of you.” Victor called towards the man in Italian. “Not even going to give a fellow countryman your name before you try to eat him?” he taunted as he suddenly expanded his bounded field. “What's a man of faith doing eating people, that supposed to be my job” Blood begun to well in the small holes his finger nails had dug in his hand, as Victor fought to control the rising tide of blood-lust. |
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| IXA-Cise | Apr 14 2010, 08:59 AM Post #5 |
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Victor and Dia were not alone. Well, they never truly were--there were other normal people in the docks, of course, though they might not have been within earshot or sight of the now-combatants. However, now there was a third person who was neither normal nor out of visual or auditory range. She was watching the whole thing with a blazing left eye.![]() "Murderer," the girl mumbled to herself. She'd been on her nightly prowl, hopping from lampposts and rooftops to cross all of Fuyuki City. The docks were usually a rather quick trip, but the sight of Dia finishing the last of his 'meal' had stopped her in her tracks atop the warehouse two away. Now that he'd taken up arms against the bystander who had discovered him, it was time to jump in. Almost. "Pandagoro... Beam." In actuality, she didn't move an inch from her perch atop the warehouse's roof. Instead, she gripped one of Roadkill Panda's paws tightly, then lobbed it with full force at where she predicted Dia's face would be in the few seconds it'd take for that sentient plush toy to cross the gap. It was always her first move to rid herself of that annoying thing. She took any opportunity whatsoever to throw him away, even though she knew from experience that no matter how far it was tossed it always ended up back again. No matter how hard she tried, she could never truly rid herself of its lethargic presence. She hated that Panda. |
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| Johnny Slater | Apr 14 2010, 11:33 AM Post #6 |
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DON'T CALL ME TIGER
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And so her plush panda partner promptly piloted itself towards Dia's face without much complaint, at this point it had either gotten used to the poor treatment or was just too lazy to care. Of course, for whatever reason the panda didn't actually collide with the intended target, stopping just short of Dia and landing on the ground with nothing but a light squeaking noise. |
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| Zak | Jun 3 2010, 10:00 AM Post #7 |
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The vampire dodged his weapons as expected and backed out of the alley, which was all Dia really wanted. Fighting in that cramped alley wouldn't have been comfortable for either of them, not that he really cared how comfortable his food was. As Victor ran out into the open he addressed Dia in Italian. There wasn't a particular accent in his words so he figured that he, too, was from Italy. Victor goaded Dia on, saying something or other about introductions. He missed most of it as he couldn't care less what the meal had to say. He also couldn't see much point in provoking a man that already had plans to kill you. "You seem like a talkative piece of meat. Try not doing that." Dia responded, his sentences becoming simpler and words getting closer to grunts as his stomach ached for Victor's flesh. He did like to play with his food, but that didn't include speaking to it, so Dia didn't enjoy wasting the energy on it... Unless to draw out the appropriate emotion in his pray. A specific spice of fear or helplessness perhaps. He knew, however, that talk was useless on a vampire. They have become so secure in their immortality that they only know true fear when Dia rips their precious life away with his jaws. Just as he was about to tear the black keys he had thrown out of the wall, a blur flashed in front of Dia's face. It was the panda. He felt his heart skip a beat, a cold chill ran up his spine and he felt as if he had just avoided some form of immense catastrophe. He couldn't exactly tell why, since all he saw when he looked down was some sort of stuffed animal. Turning to where it had come from and breathing in deep, Dia took in the presence of the rude onlooker. It was someone with magical powers, but not exactly a magi. Alive, so not a servant. That means it must be some form of gifted human. He wasn't exactly surprised, since he had felt the presence of several of them upon arriving to this city, much like that delicious smelling girl he had the pleasure of meeting back at the church. As tasty as this newcomer may be, they were but a cheap appetizer next to a Dead Apostle and were therefore a nuisance. Not that the thought of devouring them both didn't please Dia, far from it, but he didn't want to waste all the potential of this city on his first day, seeing how he was going to be here for a while. Thoughts of chopping up the person and storing them in some sort of doggy bag for later filled his head, but he absolutely hated the thought of wasting fresh food. Another breath and the powerful taste of the vampire filled him again, drawing Dia's attention back to Victor. He decided he would make no actions against the person unless forced to. He truly hoped that this new morsel would have the decency to stay unspoiled for a later date... Have the decency to not interrupt God's work, Dia corrected himself. It was getting so hard to remember such things amongst so many tempting distractions! Pulling the keys from the wall he stashed the extra back in his suit and readied those that were still in-between his fingers. Dashing at Victor in the street he threw the keys in his left hand in a manner that would land each one at a different height up the center of the vampire's body, and the ones in his right were thrown at Victor's feet. Dia's now empty hands were quickly filled with a single new key for each, held as you would a short sword, prepared to slice into unprotected flesh. He remained aware of the onlooker, wary of any further interruptions. Still, Dia would not let this ruin his dinner. A grin filled his face, just one day in and he already met so many potential feasts! A consequence of the war no doubt. He had to be sure to thank to Church for this assignment, this was going to be fun. |
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| Zode | Jun 3 2010, 06:45 PM Post #8 |
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“It would be much nicer for you if you were a bit more talkative. I would rather you just tell me the things I want to know, I tend to lose control when I need to get the information through force.” Victor answered in Italian again. The man was definitely interesting; he was certainly not someone the church usually kept as a pet. Suddenly there was a small squeak as a plush stuffed animal landed in front of the church’s pet. The source of the stuffed animal was obvious but did nothing to explain its purpose. Watching the girl on the rooftop out of the corner of his eyes Victor turned his attention back to Dia. Luckily Dia had been momentarily distracted by the new comer as well and hadn’t pressed his attack right away. But that moment of hesitation didn’t last long as Dia pulled his keys form the wall, and renewed his attack. Quickly jumping to his left Victor avoided the blades impacting himself or his shadow. But as he landed Victor was surprised to note his right arm now had a gash along it. Surprise flashed along Victor’s face as he watched a few drops of blood splash on the pavement below him. Growling an oath in disgust Victor retreated back farer down the road away from his attacker. “You are beginning to test my patience holy man.” Victor growled. Victor had wanted to let his bounded field do the work; so all he had to do was keep control of himself and wait. But if things continued the way they were going he wasn’t going to be able to maintain control. Edited by Zode, Jun 3 2010, 06:50 PM.
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| IXA-Cise | Jun 4 2010, 07:31 AM Post #9 |
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"Useless," the girl grumbled as Roadkill Panda fell helplessly just short of her target. To add insult to injury, Dia only glared at her before returning to assaulting the tall man who had stumbled upon the grotesque scene of Dia consuming a poor bystander. "I guess I've got no choice." Leaping from the rooftop, the mysterious black-haired girl revealed that she was carrying a rather large and heavy sword behind her back. The evidence of its mass was in her landing, as when her feet touched down on the pavement she was forced into a crouch and the tarmac was pressed aside by her boots. She only remained prone long enough to recover from the landing, however, jumping to her feet and breaking into a run towards Dia leaving a streaking, jagged trail of blue flame from her left eye. She ran past Victor without a shred of fear or concern, making a beeline for the cannibalistic murderer. Then, at the last second, she stepped back with her right foot, letting the momentum of her run flow into making her body spin along its axis. That spin gave her enough strength to let the sword behind her back be swung freely, so that upon coming up on the 360th degree of her rotation the blade's business end would strike Dia in his midsection. Even for her, a girl whose only purpose in this city was to fight... the blade she was wielding was excessively and wastefully heavy. Almost uselessly so, which made sense to her as it was something granted to her by her equally worthless panda partner. However, it was the only weapon she had before going hand-to-hand. She just forced herself to adapt and make it useful. |
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| Zak | Jun 4 2010, 09:40 AM Post #10 |
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As Dia made his way towards Victor, he was pleased to see that the vampire wasn't as perfect at dodging as he seemed to think he was. Smelling the blood coming from the wound only helped in furthering his frenzy, the bounded field doing very little to slate his hunger. Victor's ability was like trying to put out a forest fire with a squirt gun, it just wasn't possible. Not in any reasonable length of time, anyway. Meanwhile, Victor just kept talking at him. Why was his food being so inquisitive? Dia hated that. He had nothing to tell the man, except perhaps a quick prayer thanking the Church before his meal. It was an aspect of the religion that he found particularly humorous. Priests often tried to "educated" Dia with texts and readings, to make him a true follower of the faith. And Dia listened, for his part, at least enough to fool those old farts into believing he was paying attention and get them off his back. That particular aspect though, thanking the higher powers that be for the meal he was about to partake in had a delicious irony when combined with his unusual choice of food. As such, he had started to make a habit of doing so whenever he came upon a new prey that interested him. Before Dia had managed to make it to Victor, however, the onlooker had taken a much more active role in their confrontation. Jumping down from her perch, the girl had ignored the vampire before her and instead went for Dia. Over the next few moments, many thoughts raced through his mind. A mind that had already been on overdrive in anticipation of the kill. Though when feeding Dia was more akin to an animal then a human, he was nevertheless a very intelligent killer. It just so happens that all his thoughts are devoted to surviving and getting his next meal. As such, his desires were never far reaching, though some may shudder to think of what he was capable of should he ever gain any true ambitions. Finding Dia on any normal day may lead you to believe his is lazy, ill-mannered and slow, but if you ever have the unfortunate chance of seeing him in battle, you may get a glimpse at the true inner-workings of his mind. Analyzing the situation in a moment, he was brutally efficient at taking life. To that end, the next couple seconds were like an eternity for him. Which made the outcome all the more surprising. His final thoughts, more or less (we are paraphrasing of course and editing for content), were as follows: 'She is a girl, still quite young. In her late teens perhaps? In any case, the look on her face and the manner in which she carries herself suggests a certain level of maturity far past her years. They certainly were making killers young these days. Having already met a similar case earlier today, it seems this city is lousy with them. That blazing eye certainly is interesting. Would it burn if I ate it? What kind of powers does it have... She seems rather determined, it's hard to find that sort of resolution to kill in kids these days. She ignored the vampire completely. Does she not know about him? Does she work for him? Certainly she can tell a normal person can't avoid my keys like that. In any case she is interrupting my meal and therefore is not a member of the church, meaning that I have free range to kill her as well. Removing those dangerous individuals who are not involved in the Holy Grail War is looking to be quite the fun task. That's quite the large sword she is carrying. It has to be unwieldy for someone so small. Was there any particular reason she had a stuffed animal? She is quite quick on her feet, if she wasn't so small she might even be able to keep up with me. I'm sad that she decided to interfere, I would have really liked to save her for a later date. I want to stretch out this assignment as long as possible before being forced to return. Oh? Looks like the sword isn't just for show, she intends to use it. It looks to have quite the bit of force behind it. If I don't block it might even be able to sever me right in two. Which means if I keep my keys up like this... -CENSORED-' "Oh.", was all Dia managed to say. And with that the blade made clear contact with his midsection, a surprised look appearing on his face as it cut right through him. The force of the blow bent his body as it cut, causing it to make a slight "V" shape with the sword being at the center. Other than that the cut was clean, not sending him flying off in the direction of the slash. As such his body slumped to the ground, the astonished look still left on his now lifeless head. Blood began to pool out of the open sides of his two halves, filling the street. Edited by Zak, Jun 5 2010, 05:18 PM.
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