A Lust for Pride

Subject: Re: A Lust for Pride Sat Feb 22, 2014 12:32 am

Asei was not a killer, she never wanted to have to kill others but she had been born into it, surrounded by it now. As Hope grabbed her hand and spoke, all of his words confused and even dazed her thought process. What? Feeling him moving her hand with his, him finishing what she had intended. Asei's eyes grew wide, feeling the warmth of his blood running along her fingers. His words cling within her ears, all this time she had believed these to be unbeatable god's, yet here stood Hope, bleeding out in front of her. Unsure if she had felt despair for this scene before her, or if Asei felt anger even more within herself for her lack of emotion she had before.

As Hope pushed Asei away from him without being able to react to being left there until too late. He had planned on leaving her there to rot. But this was a mistake she had made, all she could think of was his words he spoke to her. As they began to settle Asei felt once again the fury diving within again. "What the fuck!" Her bloodied hands began to punch at the endless walls around her. None of this made sense to her, and it pissed her off. After a long period of time she finally ceased her fists and she fell to her knees. The despair would be her friend for now as her tears fell, knowing that Hope had trapped her here and even if she could manage to leave.. Asei felt that she had lost some thing in here only moments ago and if this was a fate for her to meet then so be it.

Donator Posts : 51 Join date : 2014-01-31 Age : 41

The pounding of his pulse in his ears was the only thing Hatch could hear as he awoke to a crushing weight bearing down on him. His chest was compressed to the point that he could barely draw a breath and he couldn't raise his head or his arms. His vision was blurry and pain radiated through his entire body; his muscles were screaming and his skin felt raw and ravaged. Gathering his willpower, Hatch managed to turn his head far enough to see what remained of Pride's body lying motionless on the ground a few yards away.

The assassin gritted his teeth, bloody spittle falling from his lips as he slowly pushed himself off the ground. His breath turned icy as he exhaled, frost forming on his hair and clothes as he increased his inertia as much as possible--thus slowing the movement of the molecules of his body, reducing his temperature drastically. The cold numbed his entire body, relieving some of the pain, but Hatch knew if he kept this up for long he'd risk hypothermia and frostbite.

The mound of Hope clones slowly rose into the air as Hatch forced himself to his feet. Many of the clones threw punches and kicks at the assassin as he struggled, but his cold, stone-like body withstood everything they had. One clone pointed a finger at his face, the tip glowing as he charged up a beam of light, but before he could fire it Hatch pushed his hand into its chest, sending it flying nearly sixty feet.

Clones falling off him like he was stepping out of a pile of leaves, Hatch took a wide, low stance with Pride's sword held near his left hip, the blade extending back behind him. Cold steam poured off the sword as its inertia increased and Hatch turned, swinging the blade in two full revolutions around his body. The first three-sixty started slow and quickly built up speed, cutting through three clones that came up behind Hatch; the second rotation was so fast it was almost impossible to see and sent out a crescent of distorted air like a shockwave, slicing through the hundreds of clones around Hatch, blowing them away, and freezing them solid.

Subject: Re: A Lust for Pride Sun Feb 23, 2014 4:38 am

As per usual, the fiery young master of stealth was up and on the move. She'd been like that for such a long time that it wasn't odd anymore. Not to her, at least. The assassin wasn't particularly a morning person and the early hour she woke at was varied. Her problem was that once she woke up, she wasn't going back to sleep. Whether it was the nightmares that kept her from dozing off again or just plain restlessness didn't matter. She'd be on her feet and on the move. "Idle hands are the devil's workshop!" She'd tell herself. She didn't need much encouragement besides that. She was a product person and just couldn't dock idly when there were things she could do. Since the earliest streaks of light of sunrise, she was up and about. Mainly, she kept herself to training and completing missions that were given to her by an anonymous source and keeping tabs on supplies that applied to her ninja tools. She had been at this ever since she left the group she had woken up with. While doing her daily inspections, if something was amiss, she'd notice right away for sure. She'd spend her morning that way, making sure these machines were safe to use. As safe as she could, at least. She did this all slowly and with care, staying as quiet as she possibly could. No need to make a ruckus and a mess, possibly even waking the creatures near her small hut. That would just be disrespectful.

The assassin was content for the moment in the arrangement of tools and mindlessly wiped her hands on the sides of her shirt. Whatever soot she may have had on those hands was now smeared over that blouse. It was usual to see her like that. Clothes were never clean with her for long. They all had their marks of powder, dust, dirt, soot, you name it. More often than not, the marks weren't just on her clothes. A smudge or two would be on her face or odd places. For example, that morning she had scratched the bridge of her nose. She then had a predominant black smear there, smack dab in the middle of her face. Striding from her domain of sharp rocks, wood, and bamboo crafted weapons, her mission today was to travel into the avatar realm and save two lost souls. She carefully donned her mask and began to make her way into the realm.

She had no idea where her missions came from, but with each of her missions she found herself protecting those who could not protect themselves. Her ability to teleport from place to place had become so much stronger than what it was before. With the long steps of her confident stride, it didn't take long to make it to the Avatar realm as she teleported with each step, and embrace the enshrouding mist that covered the ground. As she teleported from place to place with the mental image of Asei in her mind with each jump she had got closer and closer to the girl who was trapped in between as she teleported throughout the realm. Spotting a particular woman with vivid blonde curls wasn't a challenge. She had eventually grabbed Asei and pulled her back into the Avatar realm. Saving her from her purgatory.

She didn't dare give the lady attitude in her voice as she might be someone of great importance; her face was completely hidden as the mask covered her face. It may have just been the ninja's over analyzing, but she seemed tensed over something, not understanding what Asei had just been through. "The Avatar of Life sends you his regards" she lowered her voice to a volume more suited to conversation when she was closer. It was as if, this was all foreseen, as the timing was nearly perfect.

Subject: Re: A Lust for Pride Sun Feb 23, 2014 5:08 am

As Asei sat there unable to feel emotion at this point from everything that had happened; and a good amount of time sitting there and thinking upon every detail. The only conclusion she could gain at this point was this world was filled with nothing but deceit, and avatars on a killing spree. Knowing she had to still complete her mission of rescuing Will, but not knowing how or where. After she would complete this, she felt that perhaps she should end her mind from suffering anymore. Once long go she had been proud, and strong minded, but she questioned this now. The darkness began to seep within her mind, and she almost welcomed it.

Feeling her body moving as if in a split second she had been moved from where she sat and was standing once again in this depressing, dead realm of avatars. For a moment she felt the shock of being thrown off guard but her demeanor quickly went back to her other thoughts. Seeing this girl in front of her with soot on her clothing. Hearing her words about this Avatar of Life. "Forgive me, your gesture is kind.. And I would like to than-" Before Asei finished her sentence her eyes had found the man not far from them and it looked as if he had been badly injured. Instinct pushed her legs as she moved closer to him, the closer she got the colder it began to feel. Her skin slowly began to sting from the climate change. Hope's clones seemed to be dying off one by one. Before noticing them completely gone, Asei approached Hatch, his skin seemed to have changed in color, as if he'd been stuck in a snow storm for a long time. She removed what was left of her cloak, noticing the rips and tears that it had before reluctantly placing it over Hatch's back. Not having any words to say, but knowing some thing horrid had just happened here.

[[Aei's moment of despair. Figure I start adding some music I play while writing the emotion. xP]]

Donator Posts : 51 Join date : 2014-01-31 Age : 41

The assassin's numb fingers tightened around the hilt of his sword at the sound of Asei's feet crunching on the frost-covered ground, only to relax a moment later when he recognized her presence. He was in no condition to continue fighting anyway, she could have stabbed him in the back and he wouldn't be able to stop her.

Pushing his sword into the ground and using it as leverage to haul himself to his feet, Hatch involuntarily shivered as he turned to look at Asei. He wanted to make some snarky remark, like "Oh, so you survived?" or "Took you long enough." However, all he could bring himself to utter was "Thank you" through clenched teeth as he hooked the sword onto his belt and pulled the cloak tighter around himself.

Subject: Re: A Lust for Pride Mon Feb 24, 2014 4:03 pm

Remaining silent she walked up to both Asei, and Hatch looking them both over in their somewhat pitiful state. She was unsure of what to do next as she didn't want to ask for permission to take them somewhere they didn't want to go. She thought about it for a moment and decided to remain silent. Calmly walking up towards Hatch and Asei before pulling out a single twig from her make shift satchel made of pig skins. She attempted to poke Asei with it and draw blood but her real purpose was to drug her and force her to sleep. She would then attempt to do so with Hatch if she was not caught right away. Her reasons behind doing things this way were indeed her own, as she honestly wanted to stay anonymous to the two of them, she did not want the pleasantries of being associates let alone friends.

Subject: Re: A Lust for Pride Mon Feb 24, 2014 9:41 pm

As Hatch turned to look at Asei she could see the amount of damage he had taken were not light ones. And almost felt as if she did not help accomplish anything for helping him, she still felt a bit shaken by his presence he seemed to be a untrusting character from his reactions. Taking the chance to even offer him a small comfort she could have lost her head. His thanks regarded much to her, and even in this time of darkness it felt good to hear those words from another. Someone who was human like her, or so she assumed as much. Her eyes softened as she responded back. "You are welcome.. I know it is not much."

She had heard the small footsteps behind her knowing it was the girl who had saved her she had not thought of anything bad from her. So instead began to look at Hatch's wounds, there had to be a way to help him heal or to even stop the pain like Will had once did for her. It was really hard to concentrate on something such as this however.. Her thoughts were so ill that even the good feelings felt bad. Asei did know that things could be worse but feared the thought of it coming to be so.

Asei felt a small prick on the back of her arm, before she could react she began to feel woozy, and everything began to spin around her. Seeing Hatch standing there as he also became blurring within her image she fell forward a bit against him grabbing his jacket tightly before her eyes went completely dark and mind silent. All for a small amount of trust and letting her guard down she'd wondered what was to come before she completely went dark.

[[Asei's uncertainty.]]

Donator Posts : 51 Join date : 2014-01-31 Age : 41

Hatch eyed the grease-stained girl apprehensively, his gaze as cold as the air surrounding him. So far Asei was the only person he'd met since waking up that hadn't tried to kill him, so it understandably made him even more paranoid than usual to have yet another arrival. The stranger approached and did something to Asei's arm, and a moment later the blonde girl collapsed against Hatch. The assassin knew something was wrong but his hands were full trying to keep Asei from falling to the ground and he was too out of it to stop the stranger from scratching his hand with her drugged stick. If he hadn't just been beaten by clones, blown up, burnt by dragonfire, beaten by clones again, and frozen he would have been able to stop her easily, but as it was he soon felt the soporific coursing through his body making his vision swim and his head foggy.

Dropping to one knee, Hatch lowered Asei to the ground as gently as he could before collapsing onto his side next to her. Just before he passed out he looked up at the grease-stained girl, his bloodshot eyes filled with anger and a promise of retribution.

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