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    Cetus
    Cetus

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    Post by Cetus on 4th April 2019, 4:05 pm

    what?:

    Cetus threw himself off the roof. His body twisted in mid air, turning to place his feet on the building. The assassin repeated the movement until he was flat upon the ground again. "Fuck" He spat, forgetting he was wearing a mask. It took a moment to clean the spit off the back of his mask without revealing his face. How had they found him? How did they have more assassins? Their entire division of the Order of Law had left the cult. A thought pierced him. They'd had backups. Not only of the normal assassins and cult members but of their specialized members as well. People could be replaced within a moments notice. He'd have to find their hideout and 'cold storage' eventually. For now, laying low was the best option.

    Clothed only in a skintight black bodysuit that left his arms plus his feet bare as well as his mask, the assassin exited the alleyway. They wouldn't follow him into the streets of Cedar. It was sure to get them noticed. This kind of business had to be taken care of in the shadows. Cetus debated the wisdom of drawing as much attention to himself as possible. It would keep the Order of Law off his back until he could vanish. However, it would bring the local law down upon him instead. He had no good options. At least not at the moment.

    So the shark man sauntered down the main street of Cedar. He purposefully threw off an aura of menace that kept most people out of his way. There were of course a few drunken idiots who decided to stop him. "Hwey pansy. Whos walks wiffout sleeves in this weather?" The other drunks laughed as if the man had said something funny. Cetus didn't understand. Was that an attempt to insult him or compliment him? It was impossible to tell while the man swayed in front of him. There was a large grin plastered across his face like he'd just accomplished something.

    Cetus knew he couldn't stay where he was for long. It was too close to where the assassins had attacked him. "Move." He growled after a few attempts to sidestep the drunk were stopped. The idiot shook his head. His arm came up palm out. "Pay the t-" Cetus' arm blurred with how fast he moved. His fingers dug into the man's throat. It took him a moment to realize Cetus was keeping air from getting into his lungs. It was pathetic watching him scrabble at Cetus' hand. The other drunks had confused looks upon their faces. They didn't yet realize their friend was in danger.

    The shark man put his masked face inches from the man's nose. "When I say move. I mean move." Cetus heaved the man over his shoulder into a display window. It shattered, spraying glass everywhere. The crowd of people screamed, panicking and running while the drunks took a variety of reactions. One pissed himself. Two others ran. The last three were a special kind of stupid. They came at Cetus with their hands up. The assassin debated killing them. It would cause the commotion he needed to slip away. At the same time, the police knights would be searching for him giving him, not one but two adversaries to avoid. Busted legs and jaws wouldn't prompt them to look too hard for him.

    One of the men punched. Cetus smoothly moved his face out of the way. His hands came up, deftly popping the shoulder from the socket. An elbow strike stole the drunk man's breath. He breathed in Cetus' face. The shark man made a face. This man needed a lac-tat quick. Actually, he'd need a surgery. Cetus' foot had just snapped his pelvis in two. The drunk feel bonelessly to the ground. Well Cetus wasn't sure if he was drunk anymore. The pain had probably rapidly sobered him up. Not that it mattered. There were two more for Cetus to deal with.

    The next two didn't seem quite so eager to take Cetus on. They'd seen him put one friend through a window and break the other in a matter of seconds. Even drunk, they were starting to understand how dangerous a man they were facing. If Cetus qualified to be a man. Monster might be more accurate. He liked it more too. His two opponents were taking too long. Sure he was scary but they'd instigated this fight. It was going to be finished one way or another. Cetus struck. A palm strike cracked a pelvis. A punch broke a collarbone. Several more strikes took the men's ability to stand.

    Cetus, assured that they wouldn't bother him anymore, straightened his bodysuit. The fight hadn't taken more than a minute. He had time- and cover in the form of a screaming crowd -to get away. The police knights wouldn't make it here for another two minutes. While that was fast in most cases, it was too slow to catch Cetus. He was a professional after all. A professional that had severely drained his personal funds as of late. Cedar had a few big banks though... and several jewelry stores. With a partner, he might be able to recoup his loses over the past few months. Where to find a thief in this place though?

    The assassin decided to debate later. For now, he slipped into the crowd. The blood on his knuckles was stealthily wiped on several passing coats. What did these people even do all day? Shop? There were a few clutching their chests from all the running. How did they manage to be that out of shape? Cetus was rather disturbed by some of the things he was seeing as he cruised through the crowd. There was a couple vigorously making out. Another couple... was that really the time for that? Two men were having a tug of war battle over some useless trinket. Others were trying to rob stores in the chaos. Wow it was easy to start a panic here.

    Cetus slipped out of the crowd into a little alleyway. Finally a little peace. He'd wait until the crowd calmed down before stepping into the street again. He could only hope the Order of Law had lost him in the chaos. Unfortunately there was no way to tell. That meant no rest until he was out in the streets again. Not that he could rest out there either. This town was a minefield. He'd have to either set it off or creep his way through. There was nothing else to it.

    WC: 1100
    @Ophelia


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    Post by Ophelia on 4th April 2019, 9:45 pm


    Words written: #700
    Total written: 1,800/14,000
    #e45e9d Ophelia's speech
    #5de3a4 Pheli's speech
    _____Ophelia was sad the day was approaching an end already without much fun having happen. Hand slowly unraveling her last lollipop as she sat on the edge of a roof watching the streets for anything interesting. Her attire was rather obvious but as she hid both her presence and magic it would only be noticeable if someone looked up towards the child who seemed to have zero fear of heights. Silver Eyes watched as a small commotion started to rise drawing her focus as she stood up and ran along the roof's ledge to line herself up better to watch.

    _____It was both amusing enough to make the child laugh, but frustrating to see how nobody ended up dead. Grumbling to herself before reaching into the frills of her dress and twirling a dagger in her gloved hand before flicking her wrist to have it find a new spot in the spinal cord of the male who was recovering from falling into a display. Clicking her tongue as she pulled another having missed her mark and trying to hit the masked man yet again only to miss and impale the hand of one of his beaten pray.

    "Why does the wind like him so much!"

    _____A protested whisper as Ophelia puffed her cheeks and followed the masked man using the roofs until he dipped into an alley. Blinking a few times before she jumped down holding her dress to keep it down as she landed at the entry way with a smile and a very faint click of her shoes against the ground. A smile across her face as she skipped forward swinging her hands at her sides and keeping her daggers from chiming under the fabrics as she got a few feet from the man and looked up to him.

    "Mister mister, why the mask? Mister mister, why the scene? Mister mister, why does the wind favor ya? Ophelia tried to hit you twice with daggers but they both missed, why?~"

    _____Ophelia blinked a few times as she spoke. Something was clearly off with the child as despite her extremely cheerful words and tone, her playful skipping and questions, nothing could be sensed in the form of hostility from her. Arms flicking as she stepped back and the sudden clattering of metal would resound as several daggers fell down her sleeves and rested in her hands as she tipped her head and kept smiling with a questionable gaze in her eyes. She wanted a reply from the man and noticing her daggers she giggled and flicked her wrist as the weapons slid away again.

    "Sorry sorry mister mister.~ Ophelia got excited and moved a bit to much... Touchy strings and weapons ha-ha.~ Why did you not kill them? Weaklings deserve to die so why? Are you weak to? Ophelia thinks you are very weak and just got lucky.~"

    _____Ophelia kept asking more questions, kept her magic sealed up tight and still seemed to able to mask any hostile air about her as she reached her left hand up to pull her lollipop out to fiddle with the stick some to keep her from throwing another dagger to see if it truly was luck keeping the man alive so far. Stepping away some more as she placed the stick back in her mouth and spun on her heels humming happily at the idea she found someone to mess with. Stopping as she faced the man with her childish grin as she pointed to them.

    "Mister mister kissed his sister.~ Rolling rolling trolling his head when bowling.~"

    _____The riddle was both a hint and warning as Ophelia flicked her wrist with a wide grin before a flash of metal would spike out aiming to cut the man's neck unless he moved aside. Seeing as she was mostly playing around the speed was less then other times and should it not draw any blood Ophelia would giggle and flick her wrist as the blade returned, the transparent string attached coiling back to the girl as she stepped closer caring little for any alarms in the man she might have set off.

    "Mister mister messed up twister.~ Fun to play, fun to slay.~ Mister mister answer dead sister?~" Head tipping and smile holding as Ophelia watch for a reaction. She found a new game to play, and the man would be forced to entertain her until it was Nanai's turn.
    The child Murder


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    Post by Cetus on 7th April 2019, 9:24 pm

    Cetus turned cold eyes on the girl that suddenly appeared in the alley way. Why was she here? What was she? She made nearly as little noise as he did. His was a mixture of training and a gift from the White Court. It made his suspicious nature rear its head. He pushed off the wall to stand on the balls of his feet. If she was a new type of assassin from the Order of Law, Cetus wouldn't be caught off guard. He slipped a pistol from a holster. His other hand was filled with a throwing knife. There was a slow burn of rage emanating from his gut. This was the only emotion those smucks had left him with. He'd use it to destroy them one day.

    The girl's speech took Cetus by surprise. His mask? A scene? His most recent fight clearly. Why had he done it? Daggers? Wind favors? Interesting. Perhaps she referred to the favor of the White Court. The favor of Albion himself. She'd tried to put daggers in him. Cetus took a fighting stance, aiming the pistol at the ground with the dagger braced for use. This kid wasn't playing around. Or was she? It was hard to tell with her demeanor being so vastly different from her words. Yet there wasn't a feeling of hostility coming from her. It was odd and unnerving. That flicker of emotion was the strangest part of it all.

    Her next series of questions set off all of Cetus' warning bells. The knives even more so. He began circling the girl, stepping carefully. These questions he had an answer for. The real question was should he do so? The assassin decided to play ball. At least at the moment. "Weak in'deed. It twas s'kill tha' kept tem alive, no' luck." He said firmly, stepping again. His gait, his demeanor was entirely predator. He wasn't trying to hide his hostility in the slightest. "I didn' kill 'em ta avoid atten'tion. Even te strong fall ta supe'rior numbahs. I figh' on my ba'lefields where I 'old te grea'es' advan'age possible."

    Cetus was ready for the knife when it was thrown. Not because of anything the girl did but because he was generally on alert for such things. His head moved only slightly, the blade of his dagger throwing her dagger off course. He moved to the side before she returned the dagger to her sleeve. That was handy. He wondered how long it had taken for her to rig it and train with it. He might even try to implement such a thing himself. It would be a useful weapon that was for sure. The little giggle gave him a pretty clear insight into her state of mind. She was similar to Deam. His brother assassin killed for the fun of it, made little games out of his missions. There were multiple ways to deal with this character.

    One, he could attempt to kill her. They were most likely on the same skill level but there was no read on her magic whatsoever. It wouldn't be smart to engage her without learning more. Two, he could play her game. Given that most people were killed by Deam in his games, Cetus was sure that wasn't the wisest course of action. Three, he could present her with a new game. Given he wasn't prone to creative thinking all that often, Cetus was iffy on whether he could pull that off either. Still he had to try the third option. It was the greatest way to stay alive. However, he'd have to break his rule of not drawing attention to himself.

    Cetus let a mirthless grin slid across his lips. "Sistah, Sistah, 'ell big mistah. Would ya like ta play a game? Sistah, sistah, 'ell big mistah. How many weaklin's can ya kill for cake?" There was a cake shop around the corner. Given the day was rather busy, they'd either have to fight the crowd or carve their way there. Carving their way to victory would provide not only a new game but a prize at the end. Spinning, Cetus sprinted from the alley. His pistol came up. It barked three times dropping three civilians. "Sistah, Sistah, big mistah has 'hree! Bettah ca'ch up before I ou'sr'ip 'hee!" He called over his shoulder.

    The crowd was already in a panic. Cetus needed to merely slash with his blade to catch a few more targets. The idiots ran this way and that screaming their heads off. Those idiots. What did that possible do for them? The assassin slammed the butt of his pistol into another man's head. As he fell, Cetus threw his knife into his throat. There was no need for subtly anymore. His hands and the pistol would do better. Reaching out, Cetus grabbed a passerby's arm. A quick tug ripped the skin off in a long strip. He tossed the piece away. The woman had fallen to the ground. He dismissed her. The crowd would finish her off.

    Cetus waded through the crowd using the entirety of his skills. Corpses were littered in the street behind him. Blood covered the length of his forearms. He couldn't see the girl anymore but he kept his senses open. He didn't want another dagger to come out of nowhere. The crowd was splitting around him, rushing away as fast as they could. Somehow they'd gotten smart, realizing he was killing people. Gritting his teeth, the shark man drew his pistols. The lacrimas were pushed to their limits as he emptied their charges into the retreating backs. The assassin only went for kill shots. This was a game. One he intended to win at any cost. "Sistah, Sistah, where you at? Ya can't get cake if ya go on like 'hat! Te cake is 'his way, hurry fas'!" He called out trying to direct the girl in the direction of the cake shop. That was their destination for this madness after all.

    WC: 1002
    TWC: 2100
    2,800/14,000
    @Ophelia


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    Second Magic: Kanai's contract
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    Out on the Town Empty Re: Out on the Town

    Post by Ophelia on 9th April 2019, 11:50 pm


    Words written: #700
    Total written: (1,400) 3,500/14,000
    #e45e9d Ophelia's speech
    #5de3a4 Nanai's speech
    @Cetus
    _____It was one thing to be lucky enough to be missed, but watching the male evade was not entirely to the child's liking as she started to frown slightly. Small fragments of magic chirping in the air around her sleeve as she grumbled until it stopped as quickly as it began and she just started to giggle. Pointing a dagger towards the man along with a finger as she started to laugh a bit louder hearing and taking notice to just how he was speaking.

    "Mister mister speaks like broken snake.~ But also mister mister should not copy Ophelia... Not funny at all... and I'm not your 'ssisisister... siss... sister!"

    _____Ophelia strugled with the last word trying her best to get it right after hearing the man mess it up also. When the game was brought up her focus zeroed in on the man. Hearing the prize mentioned so shortly after only drove the girl's focus a bit more to the game spoken. Killing people for cake was not entirely fun but seeing as the man did not mention any set of rules and even rushed to start without saying go drew Ophelia to take this serious.

    _____Magic erupted around the child, a myrin of colors that eventually turned into a mass of gray around her as she tapping her feet to the ground with a playful 'two tree four' click rhythm as she spun around waiting for the best part. Eyes glowing blue as her iris began to split into a cross, skin soaking into a deeper white while her appearance shifted more and more. Horns broke her growing silk locks of hair and fangs joined her wide smile. Fragments of her dress tore and her weapons fell to the ground around her.

    _____Hands clustered the growing mass of magic until two large blue and black claws seemed to fuse with the white skin of the girl as a tail clicked the ground and slowly waved as Ophelia jumped upward a foot before crashing down as the earth trembled around her in a fifteen foot circle. Ground breaking and fragments started to rise as she lifted her hands to either side of her before the magic spiked.

    _____Focused over her head, black tendrils began peeling the air wrapping into a small orb that grew steadily and her magic seemed entirely focused on the spell overhead. Blue bolts of magic cut the air around the orb as Ophelia took a few moments to adjust a few things about the sphere and the changes showed. The lower half of the ball growing transparent and a pillar to the center was missing.

    "Ophelia wins games without rules on how you kill.~"

    _____Hands moved to clasp the orb before the world for all of a moment seemed to halt, black energy spread outward at abnormal speeds for the amount of magic the child gave off, crossing the ground in a massive sphere before in the blink of a moment the world moved again and the aftermath of the spell was shown. Everything outside the cake shop, Ophelia, and the male was wiped from reality in an explosion of magic. Silence before a childish chuckle as Ophelia skipped over the blacken ground towards the man.

    _____Her tail flicking as she smiled and tipped her head at him if he seemed worried or fearful. Hands rising as she allowed sparks to dance between the large sharp tips for a few moments before spinning around to enjoy her work. In a second she had turned everything within one hundred-fifty seven meters into black ash, people, buildings, magic items and anything else that could not withstand the surge of magic.

    "NOOOOOO... Ophelia forgot to count the souls... But... Mister mister never said we had to...~"

    _____Ophelia smiled as she seemed entirely ready to do the same thing over again, her magic was coating her like a thick veil as she happily skipped over to the cake shop without much care in the world as to how many people she killed in the spur desire to win a game for some cake. The child monster held no mercy for the weak anyways, and cake was worth a town or two if she had to weight them anyways.
    The demon's reveal

    Stats, Spells, Equipment, Etc.:

    STATS
    HP: 400/400 | MP: 280/400 | Speed: 40Mps | Damage: 40
    HP Lose/Increase: None
    MP Lose/Increase: -30MP 'Soul fusion' | -20MP 'Spell range superiority' | -20MP 'Spell Speed superiority' | -20MP 'Spell damage superiority' | -30MP 'Apocalypse' =-120MP total.


    Kanai's contract spell bonuses
    Spell damage: +400% |Spell speed: +110% | Spell range: +110% | Spell MP cost: -50%

    Notes: +200% spell damage from Acient magic solitary type (50%) Unique abilities (100%) and Signature passive (50%) ...  
    Passive spells

    DISTANCE DOMINANCE:
    Name: Distance domain
    Rank: B
    Type: Single target, buff
    Effect: 50% spell range increase
    Range: Self
    Speed: 200 Mps
    Duration: Passive
    Description: Fearing being out ranged by other mages the caster took time to make sure their spells had the extra bonus to range to try and avoid such.
    SPEED DOMINANCE:
    Name: Speed dominance
    Rank: B
    Type: Single target, Buff
    Effect: 50% spell speed increase
    Range: Self
    Speed: 200 Mps
    Duration: Passive
    Description: Seeking to be the first spell to hit a target the caster took time to make sure spells of this magic type could seek targets faster then most.
    DAMAGE DOMINANCE:
    Name: Damage dominance
    Rank: B
    Type: Single target, buff
    Effect: 50% Spell damage increase
    Range: Self
    Speed: 200 Mps
    Duration: Passive
    Description: Seeking to make one spell all the caster needs they have taken time to further ensure it only takes one simple combat spell to finish targets off.
    MANA DOMINANCE:
    Name: Mana Dominance
    Rank: B
    Type: Single target, buff
    Effect: -50% mana cost on spells
    Range: Self
    Speed: 200 Mps
    Duration: Passive
    Description: A true mage learns to quickly reduce the amount of mana they need for spells to further their combat activity.
    Active spells
    SOUL FUSION (1 of 8):
    Name: Soul fusion
    Rank: B+
    Type: Single target, buff
    Effect: 90% spell damage increase
    Range: Self
    Speed: 300mps
    Duration: Eight post.
    Description: Ophelia and Kanai's soul begin to exist coherently within the host body at the same time drawing both their power to the surface. This connection making their spells nearly double in strength and altering the appearance based on who is at the helm when the spell is used. If Ophelia is taking point she appears as a young demon girl, if Kanai is taking point she appear as an adult demon woman While the spell is active.
    SPELL RANGE SUPERIORITY (1 of 6):
    Name: Spell range superiority
    Rank: B
    Type: Single target, buff
    Effect: 60% spell range increase
    Range: Self - 200 meters
    Speed: 200 Mps
    Duration: 6 post
    Description: The caster sets a faint red aura around themselves or a single target within casting range to help increase the spell range of any cast spells for a limited duration. If under the effect of two superiority aura the aura is turns a dim black, if under effect from all three auras they take on a heavy grey glow.
    SPELL SPEED SUPERIORITY (1 of 6):
    Name: Spell speed superiority
    Rank: B
    Type: Single target, Buff
    Effect: 60% spell speed increase
    Range: Self - 200meters
    Speed: 200 Mps
    Duration: Six post
    Description: The caster sets a faint Green aura around themselves or a single target within casting range to help increase the Spell speed of any cast spells for a limited duration. If under the effect of two superiority aura the aura is turns a dim black, if under effect from all three auras they take on a heavy grey glow.
    SPELL DAMAGE SUPERIORITY (1 of 6):
    Name: Spell damage superiority
    Rank: B
    Type: Single target, Buff
    Effect: 60% Spell damage increase
    Range: Self - 200 meters
    Speed: 200 Mps
    Duration: Six post
    Description: The caster sets a faint Blue aura around themselves or a single target within casting range to help increase the spell damage of any cast spells for a limited duration. If under the effect of two superiority aura the aura is turns a dim black, if under effect from all three auras they take on a heavy grey glow.
    APOCALYPSE:
    Name: Apocalypse
    Rank: B+
    Type: Burst, Offensive
    Damage: 120 damage (600 Damage)
    Range: 75 meter (157.5 meters)
    Speed: 75 Mps (157.5 Mps)
    Duration: Single post
    Description: In a brief moment a small orb of blue and black energy chirps in the hand of the caster. on closing their hand around this orb the surrounding area is consumed in a black void  dealing damage to anything outside the caster and leaving a creator around them as the slowly drift to the bottom.


    Equipment
    None taken along... (Due to none fitting... and Nanai prefering magic over weapons.)


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    Post by Cetus on 10th April 2019, 3:33 pm

    Cetus felt a slight bit of amusement at the girl's attempt to both berate and mock him. He was a master of various accents. If a snake was what he sounded like to her, a snake he would be. His lips flickered in the hint of a smile. The irony was his ability to act like a snake in a few situations. He could even spit a paralyzing poison should he desire to. Then there was his magic. Calling upon the magic of the Marchioness would make him into a humanoid snake creature. That was always a fun experience. Not that he'd done it all that much.

    The magic washed over Cetus, held at bay by the power of the White Court. It reduced everything within a fair distance to ash. Holstering his pistols, the shark man began to laugh. Not in amusement but rather at his hasty assumptions. Rules were important to games. His haste to distract the girl had led him to forget that. Now he owed a cake and had managed to get someone to level everything in the process. The assassin looked over at his opponent. She was not to be underestimated this one. In hand to hand combat, Cetus held the upper hand for sure. When facing down with magic, Cetus had little doubt she would obliterate him. He would have to work harder on his own magic in the future.

    Cetus gave the little girl a bow. "Ya 'ave me 'here, li'l miss. Ya 'ave won a cake. I'll endeavoah ta make da games more interestin' in da fu'ure." Strolling up to the window of the cake show, Cetus peered inside. The cooks seemed to be alright. It looked like the little girl - Ophelia? - had purposefully avoided leveling the place. An impressive display of her control of magic at that. The window shattered under his powerful kick. Those inside let out tiny screams, cowering away from the falling glass. Cetus carefully stepped into the shop.

    "Ophi, choose a cake ya wan'. Ifin ya don' see one ya like, 'hey'll be makin' it for ya." He gestured to the weaklings cowering away from them. "We'll kill 'hem aftah ya ge' ya cake." That way his bargain was held up and the girl might be distracted for a little while. Looking at the clouds of floating ash outside, Cetus wondered if she'd taken out the Law of Order's assassins. It would be nice to think that would be all it took. However, Cetus knew how tough it was to kill one of those assassins. He'd been one at one point and they prided themselves on survival. The assassin tapped his mask. He had a little sociopath - psychopath? - on his side for the moment. They could make a game of hide and go kill.

    Cetus waited patiently for Ophelia to choose her cake. If she chose a ready made one, he casually picked up a few forks and threw them into the remaining staff. If she chose to have one made, Cetus gave them the evil eye until they finished. Then he shoved them all in the big oven, turning it onto high. He'd block the door with a couple chairs or other implements to ensure they were roasted alive. With that done, the assassin leaned against the wall to await the princess finishing her cake.

    "I's 'hink I's go' a bettah game, Miss Ophi. Dere's a few men comin' aftah me plus da police. Dere gonna come aftah us both. Some o' dem aftah me are hidin' around dis 'own 'ere. How's bou' we's hun' em down? Da ones aftah me and da police. No big magic 'hough. Only enough ta kill one person a' a 'ime. Collec' der ears so's we get a good coun' dis 'ime. Or finger or toes iffin ya des'roy dere heads and or hands." Cetus suggested looking out the window. The local knights were cautiously entering the ash field. There were enough of them to cause a little concern. That plus whatever assassins managed to slip among them. With the restriction of only one kill per magic spell, they'd be hard pressed to make it to any kind of cover.

    The assassin turned toward his psychotic companion. He checked the charge on his pistols. Not good but he had a few extra lacrimas. "Da sun is bou' ta go down. Shall we hi' em now? Prize ta be de'ermined by da winner bu' no killin' each othah." He turned, sprinting for the window. His pistols came up, firing shots before he dove through the window. One of the knights went down. The other turned his head in time to deflect the shot. Damn. Two easy kills had resulted in only one body. Cetus rolled, firing to force the approaching knights to find cover. A few threw up shields with magic. Good to know. Some relied upon their gear, others relied upon magic.

    A right skid changed Cetus' trajectory. Hands glowing with magic barred his other path. He wasn't one to charge right into danger. Ophelia could have his one kill. He'd see just how efficient the little girl could be. The distance was too great to finish crossing without some help. The knights would hit him before he ever reached safety in the buildings. As magic projectiles flew toward him, Cetus underwent a change. Scales covered his body. His eyes became yellow, save a black slit of a pupil. His mouth widened, jaw lengthening as two fangs popped into existence. Then he wasn't where the knights thought he would be. With the Marchioness' power, he shot forward like a bullet. His pistols were holstered. No need for them anymore.

    The line of knights was thin where Cetus crashed into it. He ripped the helmet off the one he hit first. A swipe of his hand ended the man's life. Cetus also came away with an ear in his hand. The falling man's corpse served as a springboard for the assassin. The knights shouted behind him, many turning to give chase. A quick glance revealed a few shadows joining in as well. Excellent. He'd drawn them out and kited a fair few of the knights. With the power of the White Court, it wouldn't take long to eliminate them all.

    WC: 1053
    TWC: 3153
    4,553/14,000
    @Ophelia

    Stats/Spells:

    HP: 400/400
    Mana: 355/400 -45 from White Snake Marchioness
    Speed: 94.8 MPH
    Damage: 40 HP

    White Snake Marchioness: 1/6, +85% speed
    ~White Snake Marchioness Skin: +27% speed
    ~White Snake Marchioness Fangs: +25% speed



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    Out on the Town Empty Re: Out on the Town

    Post by Cetus on 21st June 2019, 12:06 pm

    What?:

    This job will be continued as a free form B rank for Cetus
    Only his WC will be counted towards WC needed for the Free form.

    Free Form
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    Post by Cetus on 23rd June 2019, 8:58 pm

    Cetus didn't like the noises that sounded off behind him. It didn't sound like Ophelia had made it out as he had. Perhaps the assassin had underestimated the number of opponents. He would raze the town to the ground. Ophelia might have been psychotic but she was a fellow dark mage. The ruins of this place would mark her grave for all time. The assassin briefly debated the use of his other magic. The idea filled him with distaste. A surprising development given there hadn't been time to develop an attachment to the magic or identity. He'd acquired the other magic in order to keep his two identities separate. To blatantly use his disguise's magic might point people towards him. If it was to be used, everyone had to die. Razing the town simply wouldn't be enough. Not a single survivor could bring the word of it to the outside.

    Cetus pondered over the feelings that had stirred up inside. Was it the magic he was attached to? The identity? Or perhaps it was the woman that stirred his heart unlike any other. Pandora must be the reason there was distaste. Cetus deduced there was some part of him that didn't want to give her up. Which was what would happen if the cult ever learned of his other identity. Cetus touched his fingers to his mask. The movement left blood smeared across the bottom. A stirring echoed across his heart. Something related to the mask.

    A crossbow bolt grazed his arm, snapping him out of his reverie. The assassins from the Law of Order were shooting at him. The wound went numb. Poison then, most likely a paralytic. They were ordered to bring him in alive. A savage smile split Cetus' lips. He had no such qualms. Cetus reached for the snake marchioness' power. His left arm lengthened rapidly. Whipping it about, the shark-man launched it upward.

    His target cried out, struck unexpectedly. The unnaturally long arm dropped around him in coils. It crushed him slowly, yanking him from the roof. Cetus felt the drop in his speed with the additional weight. It wasn't much but the faster knights or those with speed and wind magic were gaining on him now. What to do, what to do? The assassin caught sight of a weapon in one of the knight's hands. A ball and chain connected to a short stick. Perhaps that would work. Cetus whipped his magically-lengthened arm forward, only to whip it back again. The knights leading the pack cried out at the sudden attack. The assassin didn't make a sound. The sudden impact with heavy armor had crushed his windpipe. There was probably more damage as well.

    Cetus uncoiled his arm from the body. It had served its purpose. The Knights fell behind once more. Time to deal with the assassins. There were five as far as he could tell. Five left anyway. They were keeping pace only because he allowed it. Time to change that. The shark-man put on a burst of speed. The power of the White Court flushed through him. For a few seconds, the world melted away. Cetus might have reveled in the feeling had he the capacity. With a sharp jolt, the world focused again. Work was to be done.

    Climbing up the side of a building took little effort. In half a minute, Cetus had outstripped the assassins only to speed back toward them. As he clashed with his opponents, Cetus quickly assessed their skills. They were second-rate. At best. The first died with her throat torn out in Cetus' initial attack. The two behind her were slow to respond. Sudden assaults weren't something they prepared for. The second died under a mass of attacking snakes. Cetus had transformed his right hand for the deed. The third put up at least a small amount of resistance. His arms blocked Cetus' attacks. However, he didn't prepare for kicks. Cetus' foot broke his right knee. As the assassin knelt, Cetus finished him off with a slash of his hand. Assassins Four and Five stared at the carnage from across the street. The shark-man paced the edge of the rooftop. Would they attack him or force him to attack them? The Rune Knights weren't far behind at this point. A situation facing both forces didn't favor Cetus coming out on top. The assassins needed to be dealt with.

    Leaping from the rooftops, Cetus pulled upon the Snake Marchioness' power once more. His neck lengthened rapidly. His teeth slammed into Four's neck. The assassin barely had time to react. Within moments, the paralytic venom spread through his system. He was unable to stop his fall from the roofs. Five seemed to have wisened up at this point. He slowly began backing away. Cetus drew out his pistol. Three shots rang out. Five toppled from the roof. Anyone looking at his body would see a neat hole in his forehead and two shots clustered over his heart.

    The Knights showed up to find Cetus standing over the corpses. He turned slowly to face them. They arrayed themselves in front of him, blocking his way forward. Some took to the air. Those few created a barrier behind him as well as cutting off his escape through the air. "Dismiss your spells and put your weapons on the ground! You are under arrest for destruction of property and homicide! Any activation of magic will be met with force!" The man shouting was marked by a large plume atop his helmet. The Captain of the Rune Knights' contingent than. Whether to follow his instructions or not now.

    Cetus let out a small sigh. Dismissing the power of the Snake Marchioness, another power was allowed to flood into his veins. His hands transformed. White scales grew rapidly. A blue gem pushed out from the back of his hands. The Rune Knights tensed. They were prepared to fire upon command. Cetus stretched out his hands. "Divide!" The Rune Knights cried out as a sudden pressure pushed down upon them all. They could feel themselves weakening rapidly. Furthermore, their bodies and the buildings around them appeared to be shrinking. Cetus let out a maniacal laugh. He wanted to heighten the fear his opponents were feeling. It would prevent them from casting any spells hopefully.

    With his initial action out of the way, Cetus began to sing. "Beata Maria, You know I am a righteous man, Of my virtue I am justly proud. Beata Maria, You know I'm so much purer than, The common, vulgar, weak, licentious crowd..." Deep green balls of flame began to form around Cetus. They rotated around the caster, growing in size and number. Cetus threw his arms out to the side. He continued to sing. The fear in the Rune Knights grew. A few struggled to prepare spells despite their fear. Cetus wished he could applaud them. However, it was time to end this.

    "Like fire, Hellfire, this fire in my skin, This burning, desire, is turning me to sin." As Cetus sang the last word of the chorus, his flaming balls attacked. His victims screamed as the flame licked their skin. Cetus directed the spheres around him once they finished with the Knights. They spun rapidly, almost creating a ring that slowly expanded. Few Knights survived the initial assault. Cetus let them lie. The flames would eventually eat through them. Now to burn the town. His spheres had already made short work of the buildings within range. They currently spun at the furthest reaches. The flames licked eagerly at the materials just out of reach. Cetus waited until the Knights expired. He wasn't one to leave enemies at his back.

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    Post by Cetus on 24th June 2019, 5:30 am

    Planning to destroy a town and actually destroying a town were two different things. Planning made everything simple. It laid out every aspect of an angle. The pros and cons of various approaches were easy to see. Strategy was the only thing that mattered in the planning. However, execution held another set of challenges. The weather, emotions, morale along with a host of other things played a part in the success. If only one factor was off, even a little, a carefully laid plan could come apart at the scenes. Cetus had to admit that his plan wasn't well laid out. In fact, it was more of an idea really. Not much could be expected with what he'd laid out. This, however, was nowhere near what he'd expected.

    The citizens of Cedar were coming out to defend their homes. Mages stood shoulder to shoulder with non-mages. Expressions of determination stood out on every face. The pitiful remnants of the Rune Knights coordinated the defenses. It was a challenge Cetus had never faced before. A challenge that made his blood roil. He thought back over his approach, wondering where it had started. Where was the mistake in his attack that pulled together this kind of response?

    In the beginning, Cetus had systematically destroyed three blocks. This was after his destruction of the Rune Knights. Supposed destruction actually, given the information he'd found out later. His hellfire spell allowed the leveling of the buildings. His pistols and the White Dragon Emperor's Division allowed the assassin to pick off anyone that escaped the destruction. He'd run out of ammo somewhere in the middle of the second block. That allowed two people to escape the third. So it was either their escape or the noticeable swath of destruction behind him which had alerted the townspeople. Note to self: bring extra ammo or weapons when destroying an entire town. Wiping out the entire town in a single attack is also an acceptable alternative.

    Now, the assassin faced a wall of determined townspeople. Those in front held makeshift shields. They seemed to be an assortment of doors, tables, anything that functioned as a large shield. It would only stop him for a few seconds. A few seconds could change the course of a battle though. Cetus glanced to either side. Groups of townspeople had gathered there as well. The Rune Knights leading them weren't stupid. No one stood in the ashy plain behind him. A wide open space gave him the advantage. There had been a long pause. A minute of held breaths as each side waited for the other to move. Cetus' flaming spheres floated lazily. They were the only thing that moved.

    The silence was broken by a rip in space. A white tear opened up behind Cetus. "The Court grants you a boon, mortal. We are pleased with the sacrifice you've presented to us. Continue your good work!" The voice grated on Cetus' ears. It was suffused with power. A clawed hand emerged from the rift holding a book. Cetus gingerly took it. With a snap, the rift closed. The White Court was always watching, always listening. The assassin looked down at the book within his hands. It pulsed with power. A quick look told him everything he needed to know.

    The book was massive, nearly a foot in thickness. The corners of the cover were capped in steel. A round gold ingot gleamed from the center of each triangle. Yet that wasn't what drew the eye. It was the face set within the center of the cover. It had a stern expression set to it. Looking into the eyes gave Cetus a feeling of sluggishness. Spreading out from it in every direction were snakes. They cupped the head, nestled it and spread out towards the edges of the cover. Some even spilled over the edges. A venomous feeling exuded from the entire book. Whatever it was, the White Court's boons were not to be thrown aside. Cetus placed his hand upon the book. His mana intertwined with the book's power. Several seconds told him everything he needed to know.

    The book rose to float at Cetus' side. He grinned viciously behind the mask. The villagers had been stunned by the rift's appearance. Their fear was starting to overcome their discipline. The Rune Knights couldn't hold them together much longer. Against a mob, Cetus knew he'd come out on top. The book gave him an edge over the current situation as well. It tipped the balance of power in his favor. Should he attack or merely wait for the inevitable charge? Settling into a stance, Cetus decided to wait was in his favor. The villagers weren't trained fighters/mages. With his flaming spheres, there was little chance they'd even make it to him. Truth be told, he could move 10 meters in any direction to set fire to the nearest buildings. That would certainly jumpstart them into action.

    There was the option of using the power of the White Court as well. The improvement to speed would provide easy access to the villagers in seconds. It wouldn't solve all his problems but at least one side of defenders would be wiped out. The idea juggled about his head. Ultimately it dismissed. With the number of opponents, wasting mana to quickly take care of a group was frivolous. It wouldn't lend itself to his mission whatsoever. Merely cause a depletion of resources that might be required later. This waiting wasn't a good thing either though. With every second wasted here, civilians had a chance to escape. Cetus needed to eliminate them all. His secondary identity couldn't be compromised in any way.

    The villagers broke first. Cetus never figured out what caused it. They simply started running at him all at once. Or rather, two or three started running at him first before all the others followed. Cetus heard the Rune Knights yelling desperately behind the charge. They knew exactly what their opponent was capable of. They had to have an inkling at least. The assassin began to laugh slowly. One hundred twenty meters apart. One hundred meters apart. Eighty meters apart. The flaming spheres began to spin faster and faster around Cetus. They became a whirling green ring surrounding him. Sixty meters apart. He could see the fear etched into their faces. Almost every villager was within range now. He couldn't hit them all but he could incinerate the front lines at least. Fifty meters. This was it.

    The spheres slammed into the front line of the villagers. Their smoking corpses were slammed into by those behind them. A few of those people were also turned to ash. Cetus stopped his low chuckling. Time to get to work. The villagers floundered, the charge stopped entirely. The assassin reached for his new book. It floated before him, opening up. Cetus cursed silently. This book was more powerful than he realized. Had he been paying attention, he would have realized the houses and villagers were well within his spell range. Shoving the thought aside, the assassin activated another spell.

    Burning similar to the White Court's power spread rapidly from the book. His body transformed. Scales grew in patches, most notably upon his back. His eyes burned. His tongue flicked out of his mouth, now forked like that of a snake. His teeth lengthened becoming the fangs of a serpent. There was an itch on his back. Cetus couldn't make out quite what was happening there. Not until a golden feathery appendage swung into view. The assassin laughed mirthlessly. He'd be the angel of death for Cedar. No one would forget the destruction wrought this day by the feathery being.

    A flap of his new wings sent Cetus upward. His view of the battlefield improved immensely. The villagers gasped in fright. A few dropped their weapons. They attempted to flee. They could not get away. He would not allow it. Cetus felt something build up within his mouth. Globs of sizzling liquid fired from his lips. The villagers struck by it screamed. The liquid ate through them rapidly. It took seconds for most to die. Only one remained. That one had managed to dodge. Cetus used a fireball to incinerate him.

    The Rune Knights stopped their cowering between buildings. Their armor gleamed in the light of the smoldering fires. They gestured to the villagers. Cetus couldn't discern the purpose of the gesture. Perhaps we'll take care of it? The fools. Using the new power of his book, Cetus directed the flaming spheres to rotate at their maximum perimeter and slowly squeeze in toward their caster. Four hundred and fifty meters away, the spheres hungrily ate away at anything in their way. It would take at least a minute for the spheres to reach Cetus again. Two minutes if he wanted to ensure everything burned. It wouldn't take him that long to deal with these infidels.

    Villagers to the right seemed to have calmed down the most. They were beginning an orderly retreat back toward the houses. "Were da ya thinked yer goin'?" Cetus called dropping into their midst. They put up a fight. The shark-man had to give them that at least. If they hadn't been up against a trained killer, they might have even managed to win. Cetus didn't show mercy though. He cut through them ruthlessly. Each motion critically injured or killed another villager. The best part was the new wings upon his back didn't hinder him. It felt as if they had been a part of his body his entire life. The corrosive acid also helped. It was spat in the faces of a few villagers. They always fell back clawing to get it off.

    The encounter left Cetus drenched in blood. It also allowed the other two groups to gather in ragged formation for a retreat. He wouldn't get both of them. Not before they reached the houses. Of course, his other spell would make short work of whichever group he didn't kill. The Rune Knights were another problem. One he couldn't figure out. Were these officers cowards? Or was there another mission they were accomplishing by standing back? Cetus resolved to ask one of them after he'd slaughtered everybody else.

    Pushing off the ground, Cetus shot toward the far group. His wings flapped in an effort to increase his speed. A glance at his hands reminded the assassin of another spell in play. The blood was going to his head. He'd done his best to ignore it. The beast in his genes wasn't so easily dissuaded though. It smelt the blood. It craved the blood, the hunt, the power. The influence it possessed over him pushed rational thoughts out of his mind. The more blood he spilled, the greater its hold would be. Eventually, Cetus was sure it would take over. The systematic elimination would become a hunt about blood. He would have to watch himself carefully.

    This attack was faster, sloppier than the first. Cetus' first attack put his fist through the villager's chest. His forward momentum bowled over every villager until the assassin stood on the other side of the group. Cetus didn't let his surprise register. His foot lashed out to end another life. His clawed fingers blurred, opening up arteries. Four dead. Roughly twenty to go. Cetus launched himself into the air to avoid clumsy attacks. As he moved to finish the group, something slammed into his back. His muscles screamed as he struggled to right himself. The Rune Knights had entered the fight.

    Cetus scowled at the man who'd thrown the magic ball. The Knight paled, another blast prepared in his hand. The assassin gave him a faceful of corrosive acid. Unlike the villagers, the Knight didn't die instantly or quickly. He began blasting the area around him, driven mad by pain. The Knights would be distracted for the time being. The assassin grabbed the opportunity. The villagers were not to get away.

    The tactic was the same as with the first group. Cetus dropped in among them. He used their inexperience and crowding each other to his advantage. Unlike the first group, there were cowards in this one. Every time a villager turned to run, the assassin doused him with poison. Those around him learned quickly not to turn their backs. The fight was still over quickly. The last villager died, his head yanked off. Cetus dropped his gory prize. Red flickered at the edges of his vision. A great hunger for flesh, for blood, rose within. The shark-man struggled with his nature. The struggle became invasive to the point, Cetus stopped moving forward. He stood still upon the battlefield. That was a mistake.

    The Rune Knights standing before him weren't inexperienced fighters. They didn't man bank tills, or mill fields or teach children. They were warriors. While not all had seen combat, they were trained. Moreso they were cowards. With the chance to ambush their opponent clearly presented, they rushed forward. Their first attack took a chunk from Cetus' shoulder. The second sliced open a wound on his side.

    Cetus came out of his reverie with a roar. A glance told him everything. Three Knights stood before him. They were backed by four or more mages. All were heavily armored in glistening plate mail. Those before him held a combination of weapons: quarterstaff, sickle, longsword, left to right. No mid-range fighters then. The next sword stroke was blocked with his arm. Cetus snapped the fingers of his free hand. "Divide!" He growled. The magical pressure pushed against the Knights. Each shrank under the White Dragon Emperor's power. The assassin punched his fingers through their weakened armor. One, two, three, each strike to a major artery on each opponent. "You let innocents die in your place." He growled yanking bloodied fingers from their corpses. "Cowards"

    The assassin decided to test something on the remaining Knights. His lips pursed. Four doses of acidic poison shot into the air. Time to see if armor would stop it. The Knights cowered, having seen what the poison had done to others. Initially, it seemed as if the poison wouldn't penetrate the armor. Cetus took a step forward. He'd have to close the distance. Then the knights began to scream. The poison had eaten through the metal, proceeding right to the flesh. The assassin turned his back on them. There were more important matters to attend to.

    Cetus raised his hand and closed his fist. The flaming spheres smashed their way through barriers to reach him. There were a couple of screams as a result. Once they gathered, Cetus directed them into the area containing the last of the defiant villagers. The fireballs swarmed the area. For a short time, his victims screamed. Short flashes of defensive magic popped up. Too late, Cetus remembered there were Rune Knights there as well. A deep growl reverberated through his chest. The hunter wanted loose. He shook the impulse off. Now wasn't the time. Taking to the air, the acid poison was soon added to the assault on the villagers. Neither the Rune Knights nor the villagers were left standing. Mission accomplished.

    The flaming spheres were sent back to raze the area. The last defiant defenders was a tiny patrol of cowardly Rune Knights. A few would die easy. A few would die slow deaths. Slower anyways. Cetus didn't have the time for lengthy torture. He flew over to the location of the last patrol. The area was empty. Those cowards had abandoned their fellow Knights and the villagers. Anger stirred within his gut. Normally he would have pushed it aside. For the moment, he would allow it to burn and fuel his hunt.

    The death that came to those Knights wasn't easy. Cetus broke their limbs, pinned them to the sides of buildings high in the air. When he finally ended them, the assassin impaled them on burnt timbers. A devious message/sign came to mind. However, it required a clear area to be seen. The assassin razed the rest of Cedar. Man, woman, child, none were spared from his cleansing of the land. He never prolonged the suffering but he spared none. The buildings were obliterated, destroyed down to the foundations. A few of the people of Cedar escaped. Of that Cetus was sure. That annoying defense force had bought enough time. Luckily, the number was under one hundred. Just over it at best. The defense force nor the Rune Knights had bothered to warn the rest of Cedar.

    The bodies of the cowardly Rune Knights were gathered at the center of the blackened land. Each was stripped naked before impaled upon a stake. Cetus placed them all in a circle. Then he wrote in large letters around the edges. 'HERE ARE THE COWARDLY RUNE KNIGHTS. THEY SACRIFICED VILLAGERS FOR THEIR OWN SAFETY. THIS IS THE TRUE FACE OF WHO PROTECTS YOU.' Satisfied with his work, Cetus took to the air. The world would see his work. They would make the assumption it was that new dark mages guild. Errings Rising. His identity was safe. Even if the survivors had seen anything, nothing he'd done would lead anyone back to Caimilier. Mission success.

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