[action log NEEDS MORE DOUCHEBAAAAG]redeifyDecember 13 2008, 16:40:16 UTC
You don't sound awfully well, Magister. Is something the matter?
[Stepping out from the shadows at the other end of the cavern, Dai's looking very much the same as ever - fresh-faced and rested, smiling and relaxed - a fair contrast to Caim's more battered, sickly appearance. Dai has everything to be pleased about, after all. Watching them thus far has been an awful lot of fun, and well - with Caim breaking down from the poison, he can hardly afford to miss out.
His eyes graze from the Magister across to those who remain, and his arms fold smoothly. Oh, this is a nice group, too. Plenty of the colourful ones.]
Unfortunately, he's never been particularly adept with explaining his reasons. You'll be entirely fortunate if he tells you what you need to do at all.
... It's rather beautiful here, though, isn't it? Of course, the cold doesn't agree with me, but I suppose that's the price you pay. Cold things have their majesty, but they also have sharp edges that don't agree with touching.
[It seems that their intimate group has grown quite a bit. There are a few gathered that hold her interest, namely the one trying so hard to stay away from her, but also the muscular man with the black hair that she recognizes from before they had entered the trials. However, when greeted by another familiar voice her attention quickly shifts. This is turning into quite a worthwhile trip.
Just as she prepares to let the others test his patience, the Inquisitor makes his presence known. Even better.]
I was hoping we might see you again.
[Trish watches the man with the silver hair, but does not address him directly. Instead she heeds the Inquisitor's word, her voice having an amused tone as she assesses the situation.]
[action log]monkeybonedDecember 13 2008, 23:06:45 UTC
[hiyori's eyes narrow at the arrival of the two natives, and she doesn't hide her displeasure much. she rolls her eyes and hops off the crystal she'd perched herself on to go stroll a few steps in ... dai's direction, why. she slouches there glaring at both of them, expecting them to perform stupid pet tricks for her and being epically disappointed that all they're doing is being insufferable and fruity instead. not that she's surprised -- but it would've made the tedium less tedious.]
Yeah, yeah, so glad to know you're both still alive -- get to the fuckin' point, already.
What do we gotta do to stabilize this place so it's not two seconds from collapsing in on top of us, huh?
[ Nagi starts, both when the Magister appears, then when the Inquisitor makes an appearance as well, because this is a sudden turn of events that doesn't necessarily bode well. pale eyes flickering from one native to the other, he tries to understand the situation -- and perhaps his body realizes the tension of the situation more than his mind, because flickers of blood are already coiling up from his hand, curling into spheres in the air.
he doesn't speak, though, only stands at ready -- because, after all, the others have already said anything that would yield answers, and all he can do is wait for orders.
that's all that matters, right?
though his worried gaze does linger over Caim for a long moment and he mulls over the conversation between the two natives. the fact that the two of them were at odds is nothing new, but what's important here, perhaps, is the issue of which one they can trust. and this question, he can't seem to fathom the answer to. ]
[If Dai is right about anything, he is right about Caim. He has his reasons, but no intention to give them. He does not sympathize with their crisis against his own personal goals, and they too, should and would not care for why he's doing what's he doing. Besides, even Caim can admit it's not a very glorious or noble explanation. There is no honour in what he's doing. In fact, it's selfish, and much like that concept of thought that he backed away from all those years ago when presented by the one staring at him from the other end of the cavern.
And, yet, now?
It doesn't matter. Perhaps it never did, perhaps he feels he owes her, or perhaps it's simply because of who she is, even if he knows she'd most likely hate him for this if she ever found out. Deep down, he's not sure if it's fear of feeling that guilt all over again that drives his madness. But, this, this is in intriguing to him and enraging at the same time. He should have expected this. Had he expected this? Dai assisting them... of
( ... )
[action log]monkeybonedDecember 14 2008, 03:00:04 UTC
[hiyori doesn't grin. she just takes another step forward and puts her hands on her hips, then another, until she's standing right in front of caim; and it's really kind of funny, that someone as small and weak as she is in comparison to him can stare up at him with such total lack of fear or hesitation. it's probably not quite as funny -- in fact, it's kind of terrifying -- that she can then reach up and POKE him, square in the gut, twice, frowning up at his face all the while.]
--I didn't come here to lose. Losing's even lamer than sitting around on my ass and waitin' for it all to be over.
So I say you're fulla shit. What do you say to that, Magister?
[she sneers a little, and flicks her gaze over to dai.]
[action log]cloudsfallsDecember 14 2008, 03:20:18 UTC
[ Hibari, as per his wont, has been silent for a long time, standing in the corner away from the crowd, simply listening. The Inquisitor's entrance doesn't much surprise him - he honestly has doubted that the man will leave them completely alone - and he listens to an even sharper ear to what the Magisters were saying.
Again, there is something for them to do. Requests upon requests; the lady, the inquisitor, and now even the Ice Magister. The natives are said to have power over this world; that these worlds' rules are theirs, yet they seem to be so powerless that they need someone else - need them - to carry out their orders. Helpless generals, they seem to be, carrying out a war or vendetta against each other
( ... )
[action log]feverhoundDecember 14 2008, 04:20:07 UTC
[ Namae isn't much of a talking person -- he's more an action person. sure, words are important, but only at first, to set the stage with taunts and insults; the real meat of any ordeal lies in the actions, the push and pull of muscle and bone, the rush of adrenaline, the sensation of never being still. that's what's always important. so even before the suited faggot is done talking, he's dropped his pipe and whipped out his firearm -- a lovely little toy called the H&K USP -- and cracks off three shots.
two bullets bury themselves in close proximity to the Inquisitor's feet, embedded in the ice -- the third brushes by the Magister's head, ruffling the wayward strands of hair. the barrel's still smoking, and Namae knows that this probably wasn't the smartest thing to do -- but yeah right, like he's going to give a fuck ]
I'm tired of this bullshit.
[ he drawls, words slow and laced with antagonism. it's not an anger that's directed at anyone, but more just a free-flowing malice that curls deep in his voice, illustrated by a
( ... )
[action log]existentaDecember 14 2008, 11:05:58 UTC
[And as bad as Zack thinks that little stunt was-although any presence of his concern for that is not available on his features, because for once he's not projecting how he's feeling-he says nothing. His expression is serious, cautious, and he's waiting for something to happen not from the group of people he knows, but from the two that are causing all this turmoil to begin with. It's to the point that he's ready to draw his weapon if necessary, tension building up just like the rest of them, but he's refraining from being completely aggressive, or at least trying to (not that it matters since Namae is more than happy to just shoot at them). While he's seen and heard a lot since his stay here, he too, just like Nagi, is not sure which-if either of them-can be trusted, despite their connection to the Ice Magister. Besides, even if Caim is more trustworthy, the fact he's not only physically unwell but a bit mentally gone hasn't escaped Zack, either. And that can't add to their chances for safety benefits.]
[action log]omoidezukuriDecember 15 2008, 02:54:22 UTC
[As soon as he leaps into the dark pit, Ritsuka's hand slips from the rope; he grasps frantically at the black nothingness that should have been solid - a wall, Soubi's hand, something - but he can't feel anything, and his cry to Spike is silenced before it can pass his lips. The darkness lurches up at him, and he knows he's falling, knows that after a few moments the dizzying drop will be cut to an abrupt end. Ritsuka knows all of this, but he can't help trying to brace his fall, to find something to grab onto and pull himself up, because even though he's faced death before, he's not ready to die again, not when he still needs to help everyone
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[action log]healing_hymnDecember 15 2008, 03:07:12 UTC
[Azmaria was able to climb down a good portion of the rope by herself. She wasn't the most athletic person but she sure did know how to cling. She did slip and fall though; making a small noise of fear and then pain once she landed.
The icy floor made her shiver but she pushes herself up and runs after Soubi and Ritsuka. The gun shots make her close her eyes for a moment but they sound familiar. She keeps going, determined to try and at least do something.]
Re: [action log]at_your_kneesDecember 15 2008, 05:13:37 UTC
[Haku stands back, watching all this. He's obviously use to the pace at which a hot head temper can rise, and is already worried about where this is all going. But at the moment, he doesn't think he can do much to help or hinder. And isn't sure he wants to make the wrong choice at the moment...
Still, the comment about the cave being unstable...he looked around. He could hold this cave up...or could have, but...he hadn't barely used any jutsu at all, none the less one on such a...large scale.]
[action log]cloudsfallsDecember 16 2008, 05:51:56 UTC
[ The sudden gunshots don't faze him, nor does the fact that that man didn't even let him finish his sentence. Hibari simply slanted his eyes towards Namae, looking downwards at the smoking gun. His lips thinned ever so slightly, and the very fact that there are more and more people - herbivores - crowding in this place is not improving his mood any.
He breathes out, and take a step backwards. When he speaks again, his voice is hard, and demanding. ]
Speak, Ice Magister.
[ He tires of not knowing; of the crowding herbivores. He is simply here to repay a favour - he can care less about this world that is not his. ]
[action log]acosmisticDecember 17 2008, 10:41:26 UTC
-Or one of you speak.
[And Roxas is looking at Dai, since there's a good deal of pressure being hailed on Caim, because the boy doesn't doubt this one knows just as much, if not more. And by more, he means more willing to spill, even if words are coated and portrayed slightly differently than the ice counterpart would give them. His eyes narrow, and it's the first time he feels any real sense of... panic, is it? Maybe? Because suddenly those people that bother him so much are flashing in his mind: if they don't figure this out they're all going to die, right?]
...You guys die, too, if we don't fix it, don't you? [He glances back towards Caim before back to Dai.] You look a lot less sick and drugged than he does. Don't you know what he knows?
Dai looks down at the ice at his feet, studies the long white splintered fingers like bones where the ice has cracked from the two jagged bullet holes. They're still spreading outwards through the thick ice under his feet. With deliberate slowness, his eyes drag up to Namae, smile abolished from his dark lips.
Honestly, now. Between the residents and Caim - who's already hungering for battle by the tone of his voice, the higher thought processes of his mind collapsing back to rely on something more subconscious and cold, something ingrained - this is undoubtedly going to end in blood and tears. But, well. There's no helping that, is there? Regardless of what Dai does at this point, Caim is an unavoidable obstacle.]
You easily dealt with the first two sets of keys. There are three keys left. [His eyes flick across the sea of faces.] One of which is in the Ice Magister's possession. Naturally, on hearing of this, I came to assist.
As for his health... [His mouth twitches up at the corners, attention settling on Roxas.] Well
( ... )
[action log]twilightcallDecember 18 2008, 02:43:18 UTC
[ If ever he had to recapitulate how, why, or where he had gone during that first fall, Riku would fail miserably. Besides ... There wasn't much to remember from plummeting into darkness with the others to waking up from aforesaid fall with a hard thud that knocks the breath out of him entirely. He lies there momentarily, eyes shut tight and mouth hung slack in silent formation of some pained utterance or another, when less than a second later, his body shifts forward an inch, and down the ice path he goes
( ... )
[Stepping out from the shadows at the other end of the cavern, Dai's looking very much the same as ever - fresh-faced and rested, smiling and relaxed - a fair contrast to Caim's more battered, sickly appearance. Dai has everything to be pleased about, after all. Watching them thus far has been an awful lot of fun, and well - with Caim breaking down from the poison, he can hardly afford to miss out.
His eyes graze from the Magister across to those who remain, and his arms fold smoothly. Oh, this is a nice group, too. Plenty of the colourful ones.]
Unfortunately, he's never been particularly adept with explaining his reasons. You'll be entirely fortunate if he tells you what you need to do at all.
... It's rather beautiful here, though, isn't it? Of course, the cold doesn't agree with me, but I suppose that's the price you pay. Cold things have their majesty, but they also have sharp edges that don't agree with touching.
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Just as she prepares to let the others test his patience, the Inquisitor makes his presence known. Even better.]
I was hoping we might see you again.
[Trish watches the man with the silver hair, but does not address him directly. Instead she heeds the Inquisitor's word, her voice having an amused tone as she assesses the situation.]
And what would he like us to do?
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Yeah, yeah, so glad to know you're both still alive -- get to the fuckin' point, already.
What do we gotta do to stabilize this place so it's not two seconds from collapsing in on top of us, huh?
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he doesn't speak, though, only stands at ready -- because, after all, the others have already said anything that would yield answers, and all he can do is wait for orders.
that's all that matters, right?
though his worried gaze does linger over Caim for a long moment and he mulls over the conversation between the two natives. the fact that the two of them were at odds is nothing new, but what's important here, perhaps, is the issue of which one they can trust. and this question, he can't seem to fathom the answer to. ]
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[If Dai is right about anything, he is right about Caim. He has his reasons, but no intention to give them. He does not sympathize with their crisis against his own personal goals, and they too, should and would not care for why he's doing what's he doing. Besides, even Caim can admit it's not a very glorious or noble explanation. There is no honour in what he's doing. In fact, it's selfish, and much like that concept of thought that he backed away from all those years ago when presented by the one staring at him from the other end of the cavern.
And, yet, now?
It doesn't matter. Perhaps it never did, perhaps he feels he owes her, or perhaps it's simply because of who she is, even if he knows she'd most likely hate him for this if she ever found out. Deep down, he's not sure if it's fear of feeling that guilt all over again that drives his madness. But, this, this is in intriguing to him and enraging at the same time. He should have expected this. Had he expected this? Dai assisting them... of ( ... )
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--I didn't come here to lose. Losing's even lamer than sitting around on my ass and waitin' for it all to be over.
So I say you're fulla shit. What do you say to that, Magister?
[she sneers a little, and flicks her gaze over to dai.]
... what's the Inquisitor say to that?
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Again, there is something for them to do. Requests upon requests; the lady, the inquisitor, and now even the Ice Magister. The natives are said to have power over this world; that these worlds' rules are theirs, yet they seem to be so powerless that they need someone else - need them - to carry out their orders. Helpless generals, they seem to be, carrying out a war or vendetta against each other ( ... )
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two bullets bury themselves in close proximity to the Inquisitor's feet, embedded in the ice -- the third brushes by the Magister's head, ruffling the wayward strands of hair. the barrel's still smoking, and Namae knows that this probably wasn't the smartest thing to do -- but yeah right, like he's going to give a fuck ]
I'm tired of this bullshit.
[ he drawls, words slow and laced with antagonism. it's not an anger that's directed at anyone, but more just a free-flowing malice that curls deep in his voice, illustrated by a ( ... )
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The icy floor made her shiver but she pushes herself up and runs after Soubi and Ritsuka. The gun shots make her close her eyes for a moment but they sound familiar. She keeps going, determined to try and at least do something.]
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Still, the comment about the cave being unstable...he looked around. He could hold this cave up...or could have, but...he hadn't barely used any jutsu at all, none the less one on such a...large scale.]
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He breathes out, and take a step backwards. When he speaks again, his voice is hard, and demanding. ]
Speak, Ice Magister.
[ He tires of not knowing; of the crowding herbivores. He is simply here to repay a favour - he can care less about this world that is not his. ]
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[And Roxas is looking at Dai, since there's a good deal of pressure being hailed on Caim, because the boy doesn't doubt this one knows just as much, if not more. And by more, he means more willing to spill, even if words are coated and portrayed slightly differently than the ice counterpart would give them. His eyes narrow, and it's the first time he feels any real sense of... panic, is it? Maybe? Because suddenly those people that bother him so much are flashing in his mind: if they don't figure this out they're all going to die, right?]
...You guys die, too, if we don't fix it, don't you? [He glances back towards Caim before back to Dai.] You look a lot less sick and drugged than he does. Don't you know what he knows?
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Dai looks down at the ice at his feet, studies the long white splintered fingers like bones where the ice has cracked from the two jagged bullet holes. They're still spreading outwards through the thick ice under his feet. With deliberate slowness, his eyes drag up to Namae, smile abolished from his dark lips.
Honestly, now. Between the residents and Caim - who's already hungering for battle by the tone of his voice, the higher thought processes of his mind collapsing back to rely on something more subconscious and cold, something ingrained - this is undoubtedly going to end in blood and tears. But, well. There's no helping that, is there? Regardless of what Dai does at this point, Caim is an unavoidable obstacle.]
You easily dealt with the first two sets of keys. There are three keys left. [His eyes flick across the sea of faces.] One of which is in the Ice Magister's possession. Naturally, on hearing of this, I came to assist.
As for his health... [His mouth twitches up at the corners, attention settling on Roxas.] Well ( ... )
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