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Post by Levi Kayamei on Sept 3, 2015 0:02:44 GMT -5
Cereza would indeed palm the leg away, much to the Ghoul's surprise, but as she went to grab his face, the Ghoul cackled as his form became distorted in black mist and her hand would displace only mist as the beast grabbed her arm and pull on it to maintain its balance long enough to quickly place it other leg back on the ground before grabbing her arm with the other hand and taking off across the gym with her in tow. If it worked, the Ghoul would slam on the brakes at quarter court and release Cereza towards the wall at great speed. The Ghoul would call to her after cackling wildly.
"hahahaha!!! Bleed!!! Scream!!! I want to taste your fear!!!"
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T4- Yami no manto <Cloak of Darkness>: The Ghoul surrounds himself in dark energy, preventing all light from passing through and making his form difficult to discern. This imparts a +20 Wis bonus against attacks made against him. This power may also be used offensively, imparting a -20 Wis penalty on a target of the Ghoul’s attacks for one post as the ever changing shroud of darkness makes it much more difficult to determine where, how, or even sometimes, when the beast will be attacking.
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Post by Cereza Nova Grey on Sept 12, 2015 12:40:25 GMT -5
[Battle Cry]
~..Fuck..~
--- Cereza was caught off guard by the sudden shroud of dark mist encasing where Levi was. Her hand went forward catching nothing but air, problem was her slight commitment to it meant she wouldn't be able to simple snatch her hand back in an instant. What made it worst was he grabbed her arm for his own place had it not been for her stance being solid enough she might've fell forward. She wanted to pull back but the uncertainty of what he was doing clouded her judgement for once. Usually she was better than that but something was off. Damn his confession really did strike her hard. Hard enough to through her rationalization almost completely to the way side and react on emotions. Emotions such as anger, agitation, frustration. Everything seemed to happen quickly as he regained himself grabbing her arm by her bicep and hastily taking off.
--- She let out a gasp, squinting at the sudden rush. Her feet left the ground as her body flew essentially with the velocity of his pull. What was to come was going to hurt there was no denying it. Once he reached where he wanted he released her, flinging her form into the wall of the gym. Cereza's back hit hard cracking the surface indenting it even. She grunted as she dropped to the ground with a thud on her hands and knees. Hearing that cackle again. He wanted blood he got it. The still fresh stab wound on the right side of her stomach had reopened slightly causing blood stains on the front of her shirt. One thing she disliked was being tossed around like that. Orion would do it just to piss her off, to get that rise out of her. To push her. It usually worked.
~...Love...it's not real..It doesn't belong here.. He doesn't mean it.. Why the fuck did he--~
Make him take it back. Make the feeling go away. Destroy it. Crush it. Abolish it from you. Make it never exist like you know it doesn't. Kill it where it stands. Don't let it linger. Don't let it touch you.
--- That was new. Who was that in her head? It sounded like herself. Regaining from a few quick breaths to a more consistent flow. It was a rarity to get Cereza to show a harsh frown. Her gaze sharpened as she turned her head towards Levi. Grey gems showing a strong defiance. Pushing herself to her feet her narrow gaze remained as she wiped some blood from the corner of her mouth that had trickled down with the back of her hand.
"You can kiss my ass that's what you can do. You don't scare me.. We dancing or what? "
--- She seemed to grit her teeth a bit near the end. Ooh he had indeed gotten under her skin and no not the Ghoul but Levi himself. Is confession got her really good. Maybe there was something she was afraid of but the Ghoul wasn't going to beat it out of her or into her. No it was something else.
[Levi Kayamei]
[Penalty was taken to her Wis for this post, as discussed.]
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Post by Levi Kayamei on Oct 24, 2015 18:06:32 GMT -5
The Ghoul gave his victim a toothy grin to almost cartoonish proportions that didn't seem to fit it's face. 'Pure evil' would be the only way to describe the expression. It delighted excessively in the pain he caused the object of Levi's affections, but more than that, it delighted in the pain it was causing his unwilling host.
"This isn't a dance girl, this is your funeral. Now show me what your last attempt to save your life looks like. hehehehe!"
Levi's eyes burned with tearful rage as he fought for control, having begun to make progress.
Give. Me. Back. My. BODY!
HRRGH! I will not let you ruin this for me!
Tough shit! GRAAAAAAH!!!
KUGH!!!
The Ghoul's face cringed and it clutched it's head as Levi exerted his will, forcing the Ghoul to focus on the internal struggle solely, leaving him thoroughly distracted.
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Post by Cereza Nova Grey on Nov 24, 2015 21:25:26 GMT -5
--- Whatever it was the Levi had become it mattered not. Cereza did not see him before her or within in any way shape or form at this point. Something was cracking inside of her. Her shell, her walls were chipping down allowing emotions she usually kept reserved like anger to push through. For anyone to get Cereza to react in such a manner meant they really knocked on the wrong door. Meant they really pushed her. Found a way under her almost seemingly impenetrable skin. It was a feat that if anyone managed they should get a medal for it. Though her brows frowned somehow a twisted smirk appeared to tug at the corner of her lips. His words echoed something within the usually calm and put together brunette.
"Heh my funeral? That's fucking rich. Then try to fucking bury me then."
--- He wouldn't be the first to try and he wouldn't be the last. With almost reckless abandon Cereza found herself breaking into a sprint forward ignoring the reopening of her wound. Disregarding the stinging pain in her body from hitting the wall how she did. She was by no means anyone weak and trained herself to take a decent deal of punishment but it didn't mean it was nonexistent. In her sudden burst forward eventually building a bit of speed seemed her 'bringer of fear', her 'reaper' was struggling. Did she care? Not one bit. Any ounce of caring she might've had if she did took a huge dive out a window. What was left was just the want to inflict the pain back. He clutched his head and turned it downward adverting his gaze from her. Cereza was not the type for battle cries so though her voice was silent, her steps were not however it mattered not. With his distraction if she was successful in reaching him before he snapped back to reality her movements would come with swift fluidity. Once she was right in front of him a tad to his left her hands would shoot out to grab his shoulders almost in a vice grip bringing her right knee sharply into his solar plexus. If she managed to get the knee strike that should bring him to double forward since her grip on his shoulders would've been pulling as well, Cereza would release that grip and bring down a hard right elbow to the back of his neck in the spot between his shoulder blades. If he fell her following course of action would've been a bit uncharacteristic as she would attempt to kick him with her right in his ribs. Someone needed to be put down and honestly the point she reached if she wasn't, she was going for pain.
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