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Post by blackraven on Mar 4, 2012 2:33:02 GMT -5
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#13 Black Raven
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Raven hated this place.
It reeked of the deeds that were carried out here. He had been on his way to the power plant when a few Epispect members had intercepted him, leaving the redhead with a nasty gash across his right leg. Luckily he had time enough to use agility and get the hell out of there. Now that he was far enough away from them, he hoped he was far enough away from them, he allowed himself to slow a tinge. This kind of injury was going to hinder him in the long run... if he wanted to get this information to the client in time he couldn't afford to relax just yet.
Even so, he would only be able to stop for just a second, catch his breath, and take in the scenery. Then again... maybe not. He tripped over some hidden vines that had gotten themselves tangled between two obstacles. He threw up his hands, caught himself, and grunted as he came down hard on his worsening leg. Today... was just not his day. Raven stood again, and started moving towards his target. Taking this detour had been a bad idea...
He was much slower now, nowhere near his normal running speed, but he would get to the site on time with no delays even at this pace. The only thing he concentrated on was getting there, and staying alive long enough to do it on time. This part of the slums gave him the creeps. Though he did quite a few runs in this area he had never been through this exact particular section of the jungle before. It unnerved him to be in a place he didn't know well enough. Anything could happen here, he could run into anyone.
Anyone except Epispect. The thought of encountering another dog of that organization made him shudder. Would he be able to run away with his injury? Adrenaline and sheer will could only take one so far after all. No. If he ran into another who denied him his way Raven would have no choice but to fight, to defend himself. He wasn't the strongest and his greatest strength, his speed, was failing him quickly. He was an easy target right now...
All he could do was hope he didn't run into any more enemies.
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Let me know if you want me to change anything or if something should be altered for a plot/I said something wrong by accident.
The delivery this time involves information and he won't let it go easily (if at all). If you don't come up with what that information might be, because idk what Oli's after, then I'll think of something in my next post.
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Post by Oliver Radleigh on Mar 5, 2012 18:27:19 GMT -5
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Credit;; Ryuujin
Tags;; Raven~
Notes;; Heh, aw yeah~
[/style][style= padding: 10px; margin-left: 110px; font-size: 12px; font-family: century gothic; color: #000000; text-align: justify; line-height: 15px] Blood hit the ground, splattering over the dirty pavement with a sound that sent a shiver of delight down the navy haired man's spine. Yelling arose from behind him as the first fell to the ground with a dull thump, motionless with the lack of a life - throat slit open. Blood stained the silver blade of the dagger in his hand, raising to meet parting lips as he slid his tongue out to run along the edge, sneering at the remain Epispect members. They were enraged... He could see it in their eyes... painted over their faces... but they had yet to feel the fear they should.
No matter.
With a battle cry, one of the other men rushed forward, a purple gleam consuming his arm as he activated the attack Oliver assumed to be shadow claw. Narrowing his eyes, he stepped to the side, blade gripped tightly in his hand and rushed forward. Purple claws slid across his cheek, drawing a pain from him that only served to further excite him as blood flew from the mouth of the other, his blade protruding from the man's chest, red staining the green uniform he wore.
With a sickening sound, he twisted the blade before pulling it out, kicking the body over that would join it's comrade, lifeless within minutes from the lack of blood... and the new hole in his lung.
Without a sound, Oliver turned to face the remaining three, his face contorted in sickening pleasure, a devilish smirk painted on his lips. He was enjoying this too much. "Who's next...?" The two in front crouched, preparing their individual attacks, readying themselves for the kill... the kill that would never come... for them at least. One after one, they rushed toward Oliver, their physical attacks powering as they moved. But the dragon Gijinka held no mercy. Taking a deep breath, he exhaled, releasing a Flamethrower that would scar the two men... burning them alive.
Bloodcurdling screams filled the air as the flames licked at their skin, melting and pulling it away... but one seemed to be less afflicted by this than the other, and emerged from the flames, snarling at him. Shifting his stance, Oliver activated his own Shadow Claw, black crawling down the length of his forearm to form sharp, dragonic claws over his hand - appearing more like an extension to his limb than ethereal shadows. With a loud sound, the two attacks clashed, Oliver pushing the other man away - sliding across the pavement before bolting forward, his claws raised again.
Before the other could recover, Oliver took a slash, the clawed hand easily sliding through the stomach of the other... in one side and out the other. Pulling his arm free, the body fell to the ground like all the others, the claws fading as he faced the last. This one seemed stronger... but he wasn't convinced.
Before he knew it, an ice beam was flying at him, and he barely found the time to throw up a Protect before it hit. Breaking his shield down, he released a dragonic hiss, glaring at the man, "So that's how its gonna be... hm?" It didn't take Oliver long to decide what to do. "Very well..." With his single, visible eye flashing a deeper golden color than which already colored it, a light blue aura covered his being as he activated Outrage.
The two men rushed at each other, Ice beam and dragonic flames from outrage clashing, causing delicious explosions - a very distinct scent filling the air from their actions. Back and Forth the two moved, like an intricate dance of death, fates mingling as blow after blow was laid. But as Oliver lowered himself to the ground, preforming a lower roundhouse... the other man fell to the ground, hitting hard - giving Oliver his chance.
The dragonic flames hit him head on - and with the previous damage given, he didn't stand a chance. But Oliver wasn't about to take any chances. "Have a parting gift..." With a quick Dragon Claw, he tore through the other's skull, it's contents flying with his rather.... distasteful pun.
All five were dead... and Oliver was covered in blood... but he was content... and now curious. Why did they attack the red haired boy from before? Narrowing his eye, he grabbed the blade which protruded from the ground not too far off and, using fly, Leaped to the rooftops and sailed from roof to roof, chasing down the other man - curiosity saturating on his tongue - He hadn't gotten too far from the fight, probably was close enough to hear it, if not spot the bloody battle in the middle of the alley way.
It wasn't hard to spot.
He was sure others had seen as well.
But he didn't care.
It didn't take long to find Raven, the boy looking worn out, not to mention in a horrible condition... but who was he to talk? He was covered in cuts and blood, and not just that of his own. This was definitely the one he was given the tip about... and he was pretty damn sure he had what he wanted. His suspicions were confirmed when he saw him in closer detail - red hair... headband... that clothing. This was him. Snorting, he dropped from the roof above Raven and pulled the blade on the boy, pointing it toward his neck.... not like he needed it, but a sharp... and rather bloody blade did some nice talking.
"I think you have something I desire..." He began, his own voice bitter as it fell from his lips, "If you give it to me, I'll let you go clean and easy.." His eye ran over Raven... top to bottom to top again, and a smirk found it's way to his lips once more, "If not... I'm okay with that too..." He tilted the blade with his words, dimly glinting in the light, the blood tainting its luster.
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Post by blackraven on Mar 5, 2012 19:25:24 GMT -5
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#13 Black Raven
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Raven came to a blistering halt. He found a knife at his throat soon enough, followed by some encouraging words from this newcomer. He glanced this newcomer with distaste. Just his luck. His eye widened a little, taking in the amount of blood soaking into his clothes. Was he the one from before, the source of the screams the redhead had been hearing for the last little distance? While it was tempting to just give in, admit his defeat when he could not flee from battle, his pride would not allow it. There was something else that urged him on, a feeling he couldn't quite put his finger on. This guy... he really pissed Black off.
"Well that's going to be a bitch to get out later."
He let a similar, if not more cocky, grin slid across his lips. He leaned back a bit and made a face like he would be concentrating on something, and rubbed his chin.
"If you're wondering who screwed your girlfriend last night I really can't help you there... I don't get that involved with my clients sorry."
In case of some kind of violent reaction from the other he lightly stepped back, though careful of his injured leg. Unlike most couriers he carried information related to the big companies rather then some petty love letters. This wasn't like he would be giving away gossip about the local coffee house girls, he would be leaking lethal information. Depending on where the allegiance of this navy haired blockade laid, it could mean the end of Raven.
Well, if he lived through this long enough to even get into that situation anyways. he might not be the best fighter, but even the smallest of beasts will defend itself when backed into a corner.
"However... if it's a fight you're looking for, I'd be happy to oblige.~"
He rushed forwards, drawing the small blade from his belt that he kept there and using the force of a short-ranged quick attack to put more speed and power into his otherwise rather weak attack. He aimed for the usual target, arteries, vital organs, anything that could kill his opponent before he himself met with that fate. In this particular moment he chose a spot across the forearm, where he could defend against a counter attack but gauge the reflexes of the other at the same time.
He could feel his strength waning, hopefully this would be a quick fight.
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Oh but everything goes the opposite of what you want it to today Rave.
So not as long as yours or nearly as epic but I definitely a little back and forth is good for the relationship
Lol @ Raven's injury though, slowing him down. When that adrenaline dies he's as good as done for.
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