Magical City of Olde

Subject: Magical City of Olde Tue Dec 09, 2014 8:26 am

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Relatively close to the City of Ruin, Valhalla, was a city that was not so ruined as it, due solely to abandonment before it could be destroyed by careless inhabitants, like what happened to the central city. Valparaiso Denizens rarely traveled to this part of the land due to the creatures that roamed around here as well as the magical essence lingering around that attracted them, but they were still known to loot every so often, if they were confident in their abilities and could withstand the magical effects.

"Here we are~!" she'd say with a hint of fondness, "Nehkir Maledictus; the Olde Witch City!" The buildings were very well constructed with an archaic, rather gothic architecture, as one would see in the middle-ages. Befitting of the Witches that once thrived in this place many centuries ago. "Isn't it just gorgeous~? Far less trashy than Valhalla." Tzita could also feel the magical essence lingering about coursing through her and giving her power... She may be able to improve her skills here, if she played her cards right. "Mmm... I should have just come here from the start." She also knew that since this place was abandoned, she could have El to herself and not have to worry about some brute doing anything to fuck it up... Yes... This was the perfect place.

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Once the screaming stopped, El dropped his hands from the sides of his head and down to the ground. He felt like if he would have squeezed his head any harder, to stop the screaming from getting through, then he would have popped his head like a grape. Of course, that wouldn't have happened, but that was just how bad the pain was to him.

El had never encountered something that could render him, otherwise, vulnerable by using his gifts against him. Still, as he sat there, catching his breath, he heard Tzita call out to him and it would be in poor taste if he didn't oblige her like he'd been doing. He stood, after sufficiently catching his breath, and slammed his hand down on the hilt of Durandal, flipping the sword out of its holster and up high into the sky. He locked eyes with Tzita, smiling a bit, "Don't take your eyes off me, Lady L'sia." Is what he said just as Durandal came back down within striking distance. He slammed his elbow into the hilt, as hard as he could, sending the sword flying towards the grounded creature like a fresh bullet from a gun. It would rend right through the middle of the creature, divided it into halves, the left and right halves, and Durandal would bounced off a few walls and buildings before turning to the expecting hand of its partner, El.

Subject: Re: Magical City of Olde Sat Dec 13, 2014 10:43 am

As El proceeded with his nearly signaturely flashy Fire Emblem 'Critical Hit,' Tzita would smile and bite the bottom of her lip, watching him do all types of sexy shit without having done really much of anything at all. He was more skilled at this 'swordplay' than she expected. "Ohoho~? So it looks like you weren't lying about that skill. Heh. Not bad..." He had to admit that, for who he was, it was a pretty accurate strike. But even so, there was no way to be sure that this thing was dead. It probably was a zombie or something from the looks of it, and unless you just beat the bloody dog shit out of those things, they'd just rise back up and get ya when you least expect it, moving slowly like creeps so that you couldn't escape. Though, Tzita couldn't say that she wasn't the same...

"You missed a spot!" she'd point out with her finger, casting forth a chain from within in the dark cesspool that confined the Sinskin, trailing from the blade's edge where it made contact with the rather infectious (upon her strict and utter command, of course,) spread of the Zero World bound by her Sealing Wavelength. The chains would grip the sword, yanking it back to the writhing corpse and stabbing it straight in the very Soul, if it had one, piercing and popping it like a little balloon to make sure Chusin and her contagious ass didn't touch anyone or anything. (10:30) "If you're gonna get in there, you gotta make sure you finish the job..." she licked her lips, whispering sweetly in his ear with her Royal Tone, exposing her English Heritage, "Yeah~? <3" You always gotta get those creatures right in the Heart, just like she had to make sure she got him. Hmhmhm.

Subject: Re: Magical City of Olde Sat Dec 13, 2014 10:55 am

And with that, the evil Chusin was dead, and with it, so was the last bit of the Insanity inside of the Pumpkintwins would be dead forever and stuff. No more Pumpkinsin and no more Pumpkinhead. They were now just Pumpkindead. And now they'd live without a head. And so, that's how the story is told... of the Zero World of Olde... that which still holds the Bloody head that soon became the Pumpkindread. Without a mind and without a host, it was naught but a ghost. That which would haunt all that was Past... Until his time had come at Last. Where the True Pumpking and his Moon would fall...

In the Veritas.
Cradle and All.

(End of the Fourth Moon.)

Subject: Re: Magical City of Olde Sat Dec 13, 2014 10:59 am

*Consecration*
(Trapped in Crystal; Recorded for Memory)

» Olde Witch City; Nekhir Maledictus
» Launch The Assault: Lawless Land; Olde Witch City
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