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Darkseeker
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Ahmya II M: Ava
Ahmya watched Ava, raising an eyebrow, not even phased. The woman had fire powers, whoopty-do. Good for her, she can act all big and scary and tuff. A dark bow appeared in her hands, a longbow, with a sharp arrow on the end. She aimed it at Ava, grinning as she did so. She loosed the arrow, knowing the woman would easily dodge it, but she wanted to see how she dodged it, it would help her be more accurate when shooting at her later. She ignored the flames creeping towards her, worse comes to worse she could use her intangibility to slip through the fire, but she didn't care if she got a few burns outta it. She also had her other power too, which was going to be perfect. She was going to tear her half-sister apart, no mercy. She felt her darkness aura swirling inside her and she allowed it, feeling it start at her feet and immidiatelt start giving her a small enhanced movement speed, but she kept it from going firther in that momement, she needed to wait, hold off as long as she could. |
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Ava || Mentions: Ahyma, Dr. Andrews A long, dark arrow was headed straight at Ava's head, and she shrugged, lifting a hand, and the arrow stopped in its place. How? Well, holding the arrow was a hand made of fire, and it was tossed in the air a few times, before the arrowhead was pointed towards the woman, swaying back and forth. She clicked the roof of her tongue, "You'll have to do better then that. Come on, try again, maybe this time I'll turn it back on you," she tilted her head to the side, her red hair following, an odd soot-like smell began to eminate from her, and she knew, but didn't seem to care. "You know... actually~" Ava glanced at the arrow, and with a flick of a finger, it was sent flying towards the young woman. She didn't bother to look, she was pre-occupied at the moment, cleaning her nails, shaking her hands here and there. "And they call that soap. Pff," she scoffed, and could hear feedback from a microphone, "Stop messing around! Get to it!" Dr. Andrews. Such a grump. Oh well. Coiling her fists, she stared at Ahymas, as if her personality changed in a moment, her tilted head was straight, her playful tone was gone, and she herself was silent, a low growl echoed through her lungs, steam and black smoke escaping through the crevices of her mouth. |
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Darkseeker
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Ahmya II M: Ava
Ahmya watched the woman, they were actually kinda similar, ew. She already had a twin, she didn't need another stupid one. She growled too, watching the woman do something very odd, this was going downhill fast. She summoned her dark aura, this was going to be some hell doing all this and fighting against her overpowered sister, that's for sure. "Well come at me bitch. I dare you to try and rip me to shreds. Because unlike you, I give a damn about my fucking family and I'm not giving up until I'm dead!" She spat, suddenly darkness spinning around her. Her eyes had turned completely black now, teeth showing against the darkness around her as she bared them, she hated this bitch, she hadted her so much. Maybe some part of her had held out some hope, but nope. Apperently all of Nakao's children turned out to be some fucked up psychopaths. Ahmya dissapeared in her dark aura, then reappeared a moment later. She had a long bow in her hands again, but this time it was darker than before, more powerful and compeltely in Ahmya's control, this other woman wouldn't be able to take control fo any arrow. She felt a small drop of black blood drip from the corner of her eye, but she paid it no mind, she'd kill herself using her dark aura. She was also cloaked in her dark aura to make herself have armor, she wasn't taking any chances. |
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Ava || Mentions: Ahyma "Be careful what you wish for," she hissed, her pupils slit like daggers, the fire on her hands making its way up her arm to her elbow, the fire below her growing stronger and hotter. The woman in front of her was cloaked in a dark shadow, reappearing moments later, a bow in her hand, and a slight bit of blood dripping down the side of her eye. This woman surely had tricks up her sleeve, exposing them all already. Ava laughed at it, and would mock it, but her Doctor was right in a way. It wasn't play time. She felt too lazy to even try and kill Ahyema, but, she would have to eventually at some point in her life, apparently that time was now. While, Ava had an irritable yawn, and so, without a care in the world she yawned except, it sounded more like a low growl, a deep heavy one, one sound as if it belonged to a much bigger creature. She smacked her tongue against the roof of her mouth, wiping her lips off with her wrist, and she rolled her head around again. Ava would wait for Ahyma to make the first move... but how? What did she say earlier? Family or something? "You know, I hope you finish the job. It would be rather heartbreaking for me to kill your family once I'm out. Those who fight against me usually find themselves scarred for life or dead, and in either of those cases, if this someone had a family.." she shrugged, "I would either burn them alive or eat them for breakfest, along with another group of nobodies," she added. |
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Ahmya II M: Ava
Ahmya stared at the woman, eye twitching badly. She had never been the one to completely lose herself, she had always had to have a plan, a stratagy, but all that went out the window in that moment. How dare she talk about hurting her family, her baby. How dare she? She was going to teach her a lesson, kill that bitch. Her shadows flickered in her anger, hand twitching as she did her very best to control herself. "NO! No you will not threaten my baby! You're going to go to hell! I'll take you there dammit!" She spat in her pure anger. She was never going to let anyone touch Amai, that was her darling baby, no one else's. Her powers started to morph, the bow in her hands changing for once to a large broadsword. Her armor stayed on her too, coating her and keeping her very safe. She rushed the other woman, one eye was bleeding and the other had tears streaming down her cheek. She wanted Amai and Dread, she wanted them so damn bad and her heart hurt. Damn, why couldn't her family actually work out for once? |
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Lightbringer
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Night | M: Lucille "Do you remember me?" She asked and he gave a nod, "Yes, from a few years ago." Her hands were now black and purple, no doubt from her dark energy manipulation. He could already feel the power welling up inside of him, as well as her physical torture. However, considering they would both have it, and most likely use it at the same time, it would have no effect on him or her. He could still play that to advantage here however if he pretended it was hurting as he had felt it once before. Granted, that had been a long time ago.
He also had family now so if it came down between him and her. . . he flashed back to Lucien, her twin that had outrightedly attacked him. The accident of Night's blade lodging into Lucien's stomach. Lucien falling, dead. Night threw that memory aside, not this time. He would not try to kill her but wouldn't die. If it came down to kill or be killed, then he would kill her. He wanted to get back to Kage and his son. He looked back over at Lucille before circling the outer wall, "I don't want to hurt you." He said calmly, but also showing no fear for her whatsoever. |
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Ava || Mentions: Ahyma Boom. She hit just the right spot, and she didn't even need to dig any deeper. A evil, horrid grin was displayed on Ava's face, her eyes flaring with excitement. "Come on! Show me what you got!" She urged, watching as the woman came rushing towards her. Ava took a step back, arching her legs just right, waiting for the perfect moment. There. She swung herself forward, her leg halfway up, her knee colliding with Ahyma's armour, she winced as a jolt of pain shot up through her body, but she ignored it, shoving Ahyma to the side, jumping back, putting pressure on the other leg. "We are playing swords now?" She taunted, and rolled her hand over to the side, a long sword appeared, made out of fire and flames. You could barely see anything, it looked just like a flaming stick, but in reality, it was a flaming stick was a peiring edge and a hot temper. |
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Ahmya II M: Ava
Ahmya looked at the firey sword, eyes watching it and studying it. SHe tried to keep her head, but the thought of Amai being hurt by this bitch made her sick, made her want to kill her and drive something, anything into her heart. "Why would you threaten my family? How heartless are you?" She spat, wanting everything to go back to normal. She swing her sword at the woman's fire one, not caring what happened. "We're back in Ibex bitch, I got seperated from my damn family, my damn baby! I'm not letting you seperate me from her forever!" She screamed at the woman, pouring all her stregnth into her powers and they started to increase her stregnth and agility, as long as she was cloaked in her aura and holding onto the sword. |
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Lucille II M: Night
Lucille looked at him, raising an eyebrow. She walked towards him, energy dying on her hands. She cared if he hurt her, but she was so confident she could defend. She stopped, looking him over and narrowing her eyebrows for a moment. "Well I don't want to kill you either. You have a family, so do I. But I'll do whatever the hell it takes to get out of here, even if that means killing you." She said, the last part of her words sounding like a venomous threat. She summoned her powers again, knowing they would be forced to fight either way. "We will be forced to fight, may as well get it over with." She summoned both her powers, using them both of them at the same time, dark energy forming into a long dark set of daggers as she activated her physic torture. |
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Night | M: Lucille "Well I don't want to kill you either. You have a family, so do I. But I'll do whatever the hell it takes to get out of here, even if that means killing you. We will be forced to fight, may as well get it over with." Lucille said, activating both of her powers at the same time. Night barely managed to throw up the physical torture power to stop hers from working but still threw himself against the wall, holding his head as if he was hurting.
He shook his head a couple times to complete the act before a dagger appeared in his hand and he swung it wide as if he was trying to defend himself from something that wasn't there. Her power welled up inside of him but he ignored it for the time being, not wanting to give away his mimicry quite yet. |
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