Post by Diviners on Feb 19, 2013 23:56:36 GMT -5
"Simon...am I a monster?", once again Sin found herself kneeling upon the floor of Simon's room, her crystal eyes gazing towards the bookshelves filled with books-some nearly overflowing with books piled upon others as she let her gaze drift towards the figure of Simon robed within his red robes of his office. At her question Simon lifted his gaze, his warm brown eyes crinkling at the corners as his lips parted in a smile as he folded a corner of the page of the book he was reading before settling it aside upon the table where for a moment Sin's eyes lingered upon the jar of black licorice before once more focusing upon Simon.
Placing his hands upon his robed knees, Simon leaned forward, "Now Sin, that is a hard question for me to answer...hmmm...", tilting his head slightly, the light of the lamp reflecting off his glasses dazzling Sin momentarily, so it was as if Simon's voice had come from the light instead of a man, "Do you think you are a monster my dear?", yet though she knew Simon was right in front of her, his voice seemed to echo as if he was drifting away from her, taken by the light. Unable to move, Sin looked desperately towards the Light, her mouth opening to form the words of her answer, her ears straining to hear her own answer as the Light vanished abruptly.
As she was cast into darkness, Sin heard a sound and hope filled her heart, "A monster, a tool, a weapon for us to use that is the only thing these monsters have any value.", a crack as the words shattered her hope, the voice strangely familiar as Dominique's father appeared from out of the darkness, and yet as he appeared the office she last saw him materialized around them.
Defiance flared in her heart, for Sin knew Dominique's father was unclean, and she would be vindicated, "No I...", her words dying in her throat as Richard was suddenly lifted in the air, a sword unseen till now dropping from his hand as he clawed at an invisible arm that held him aloft. Stumbling backwards from the sight, not even aware she had stood up from her kneeling position, Sin backed up from the sight as a ghostly outline began forming. Backing up till her back felt the strangely warm wall, strangely soft as a hand formed around Richard's throat, a slender feminine hand as a wrist formed which followed an arm clad in a tight fitting black shirt.
Shaking her head, blond tendrils of her hair whipping in the air-not even realizing the entire scene was soundless, that the colors were to brilliant as the form began to take shape of a tall blond woman, eyes glowing a deep blue as she held Richard up with one hand, her other holding the same sword Dominique gave Sin. Sin wanted to deny this sight, she wanted it to vanish, she wanted the darkness to return as the scene seemed to slow down. The cold curve of the woman's lips, the almost ice like calm of the glowing blue eyes, to even how the light seemed to be absorbed by the golden hair as the hand with the sword inched closer to its destination.
Sin didn't want this, she didn't want to watch this, her head twisting about her looking for a means to escape, and yet where ever she looked it was always towards the forms of Richard and the blond woman, as if demanding that it be seen. Deep down within her, a voice was screaming that the woman was a monster as the sword inched closer towards Richard, Sin shaking her head in denial of the voice's words as the scene sped up and Sin stabbed Richard through the chest.
Screaming erupted, and it only faintly dimmed upon Sin that it was she who was screaming as the floor vanished as she fell into darkness. Descending into darkness, Sin curled upon herself as she wrapped her arms around her legs, hiding her face in her arms as she fell.
"Concentrate fire....Man down...what can stop this monster...AIEIEE...", screams of men and women forced Sin to snap her head up, finding herself within a clearing in a woods as a group of Templars ran about, most carrying weapons aimed at the edge of the woods. Bright yellow flares arcing into the air before crashing upon the forest floor lighting up the clearing putting everything into stark relief as a black shadow detached itself from the darkness of the woods, a gleaming moon light blade clutched in its hand. The Templars falling into a firing line, their weapons trained upon the approaching blackened figure, weapons going off as sparks flew from the black armor. Yet, their attack came to late as the figure blurred, an arm held up before its face as it lithely stole upon a man in the middle of the line.
Fear etched upon the man's face as he scrambled to get up from his kneeling position, his fellows dispersing away from him and the black armored figure their weapons rising. The man's knees straightening as he tried to bring up his weapon, a flash of moonlight as the man's knees buckled, a weapon falling from now lifeless fingers. A splash of redness painting itself upon the black armored as the fingers of the figure grasped the hair of the man, his head free from his body pouring its life fluids upon the now headless corpse that was crumpling to the ground.
With a violent twist, blood spraying upon those templars who were slow to disperse as the head sailed free from the figure's hand before slamming into the chest of a woman templar, knocking her back as her weapon flew off into the darkness. Before the woman could recover the black figured was upon her, a blade of moonlight erupting from the center of the woman's back. For just the briefest of moments before the numbness of death took her thoughts away the woman glanced down at the top of the golden haired head before the figure twisted her blade, a scream piercing the night air as the figure's blade sliced out of the side of the woman, her innards flying into the air from the sudden release of pressure as the body began to collapse to the ground.
Sin watched numbly, the crystal blue of her eyes shattered as she watched herself slaughter the remaining Templars, till the ground was soaked through with blood and gore. Yet, it was seeing herself standing within the middle of the gore, blood flowing down the length of the blade Dominique gave her, splatters that were blacker than the black of her armor shining wetly with the moon's light. As she watched, unable to stop it, unwilling to see and yet unable to not see what played out as the rest entered the clearing. The look of horror upon the red feather man, the paling of Leon's face as he avoided looking upon the bodies of the slaughtered Templars. The shock upon Sloth's eyes as she took in the state of many of the bodies, to the tense jaw line of Wrath's who looked upon the scene hiding his thoughts.
Yet, as Sin watched it was Dominique's look of fear, not for herself but fear directed towards Sin...the look of intense worry mixed within Dominique's eyes as she looked upon her bloody angel within the midst of the slaughter.
Closing her eyes, Sin retreated within herself, wishing to deny the scenes she saw and yet deep with she knew it was the truth, something she couldn't deny.
With her eyes closed, Sin didn't realize that once more she was surrounded by darkness, she didn't know how long she remained like that but it was the sound of approaching foot steps. Eyes stained with tears, hollow from seeing what she committed, the horror that was imprinted upon her soul she watched as a figure materialized from the darkness. Hooded, a black cloak covering their form Sin watched as the person who attacked them strode up towards her, yet Sin did nothing, no girding herself for a fight, no defense...Sin would welcome death now with the knowledge of what she has done coursing through her.
The figure remained standing for a while, their hood gaze upon Sin before kneeling down, a slender arm appearing from the folds of the cloak, a delicate hand reaching out to grasp Sin's chin, the touch was not gentle as Sin was forced to look within the darkness of the hood.
From the depths of darkness, a voice floated, genderless without emotion, "What are you?", the figure letting Sin's chin go before standing back up, expectantly.
Lowering her gaze, her arms tightening around her legs, and it was with a very faint voice, its musical tone filled with a nearly inescapable sorrow, "A monster....", nodding their hooded head the figure vanished and Sin was left alone in darkness.
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Greed watched with some satisfaction as Sin tossed and turned within the bed, having made sure the others have left to go about their own healing while Greed remained to monitor Sin's recovery. Having already examined the prototype's wounds, Greed was satisfied that none were life threatening or physically debillitating. Sitting back, the visor of its helmet watching the woman, blond hair plastered to her face with sweat as a tiny moan escaped from her lips. The objective was still unclear as far as Greed was concerned but progress had been made in some cases as Greed reached up to tap a button, for a moment a soft voice could be heard slightly filtered before falling silent as Greed resumed their watch.
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Wasting no time at all, Wrath had absconded with a fair slice of cake before retreating to a free chair to consumed his favorite thing within the world. As he ate Wrath's mind turned towards the presence of Greed within their group-now most would think Wrath dull witted, his love of cake in all its varieties doesn't help his case, but in reality Wrath was quite intelligent he just found it easier simply not to voice his thoughts or ideas. Not to mention, if cake wasn't involved he would rather let people like Sloth and Leon run things and make the decisions. Yet, as he ate he couldn't help but dwell upon Greed's presence, Sloth and Leon took Greed as another potential ally against the organization but Wrath found it disquieting that no one really knew much about the armored crusader.
Despite his penchant to remain....neutral...would be the best term he wagered within the group's dynamic Wrath found himself trying to find out as much about Greed as possible. It was the results of his search that disquieted him the most, as with most cases all the black templars more or less knew one another having grown up together. Greed he found out was an exception that rule, having been transferred into their base only recently, something Wrath knew through his searched was uncommon, while the rest were separated during their mission to retrieve the data. After having been abandoned by the foe he was fighting Wrath had decided to take a look at the weapon listings of that base in concern with the transfering of black crusaders. What he found out had made him suspect Greed, of course as he leaned against the chair, the slice of cake now within his stomach Wrath did not quite know what the information meant but in time he would expect one of the others to come around to the same idea.
Placing his hands upon his robed knees, Simon leaned forward, "Now Sin, that is a hard question for me to answer...hmmm...", tilting his head slightly, the light of the lamp reflecting off his glasses dazzling Sin momentarily, so it was as if Simon's voice had come from the light instead of a man, "Do you think you are a monster my dear?", yet though she knew Simon was right in front of her, his voice seemed to echo as if he was drifting away from her, taken by the light. Unable to move, Sin looked desperately towards the Light, her mouth opening to form the words of her answer, her ears straining to hear her own answer as the Light vanished abruptly.
As she was cast into darkness, Sin heard a sound and hope filled her heart, "A monster, a tool, a weapon for us to use that is the only thing these monsters have any value.", a crack as the words shattered her hope, the voice strangely familiar as Dominique's father appeared from out of the darkness, and yet as he appeared the office she last saw him materialized around them.
Defiance flared in her heart, for Sin knew Dominique's father was unclean, and she would be vindicated, "No I...", her words dying in her throat as Richard was suddenly lifted in the air, a sword unseen till now dropping from his hand as he clawed at an invisible arm that held him aloft. Stumbling backwards from the sight, not even aware she had stood up from her kneeling position, Sin backed up from the sight as a ghostly outline began forming. Backing up till her back felt the strangely warm wall, strangely soft as a hand formed around Richard's throat, a slender feminine hand as a wrist formed which followed an arm clad in a tight fitting black shirt.
Shaking her head, blond tendrils of her hair whipping in the air-not even realizing the entire scene was soundless, that the colors were to brilliant as the form began to take shape of a tall blond woman, eyes glowing a deep blue as she held Richard up with one hand, her other holding the same sword Dominique gave Sin. Sin wanted to deny this sight, she wanted it to vanish, she wanted the darkness to return as the scene seemed to slow down. The cold curve of the woman's lips, the almost ice like calm of the glowing blue eyes, to even how the light seemed to be absorbed by the golden hair as the hand with the sword inched closer to its destination.
Sin didn't want this, she didn't want to watch this, her head twisting about her looking for a means to escape, and yet where ever she looked it was always towards the forms of Richard and the blond woman, as if demanding that it be seen. Deep down within her, a voice was screaming that the woman was a monster as the sword inched closer towards Richard, Sin shaking her head in denial of the voice's words as the scene sped up and Sin stabbed Richard through the chest.
Screaming erupted, and it only faintly dimmed upon Sin that it was she who was screaming as the floor vanished as she fell into darkness. Descending into darkness, Sin curled upon herself as she wrapped her arms around her legs, hiding her face in her arms as she fell.
"Concentrate fire....Man down...what can stop this monster...AIEIEE...", screams of men and women forced Sin to snap her head up, finding herself within a clearing in a woods as a group of Templars ran about, most carrying weapons aimed at the edge of the woods. Bright yellow flares arcing into the air before crashing upon the forest floor lighting up the clearing putting everything into stark relief as a black shadow detached itself from the darkness of the woods, a gleaming moon light blade clutched in its hand. The Templars falling into a firing line, their weapons trained upon the approaching blackened figure, weapons going off as sparks flew from the black armor. Yet, their attack came to late as the figure blurred, an arm held up before its face as it lithely stole upon a man in the middle of the line.
Fear etched upon the man's face as he scrambled to get up from his kneeling position, his fellows dispersing away from him and the black armored figure their weapons rising. The man's knees straightening as he tried to bring up his weapon, a flash of moonlight as the man's knees buckled, a weapon falling from now lifeless fingers. A splash of redness painting itself upon the black armored as the fingers of the figure grasped the hair of the man, his head free from his body pouring its life fluids upon the now headless corpse that was crumpling to the ground.
With a violent twist, blood spraying upon those templars who were slow to disperse as the head sailed free from the figure's hand before slamming into the chest of a woman templar, knocking her back as her weapon flew off into the darkness. Before the woman could recover the black figured was upon her, a blade of moonlight erupting from the center of the woman's back. For just the briefest of moments before the numbness of death took her thoughts away the woman glanced down at the top of the golden haired head before the figure twisted her blade, a scream piercing the night air as the figure's blade sliced out of the side of the woman, her innards flying into the air from the sudden release of pressure as the body began to collapse to the ground.
Sin watched numbly, the crystal blue of her eyes shattered as she watched herself slaughter the remaining Templars, till the ground was soaked through with blood and gore. Yet, it was seeing herself standing within the middle of the gore, blood flowing down the length of the blade Dominique gave her, splatters that were blacker than the black of her armor shining wetly with the moon's light. As she watched, unable to stop it, unwilling to see and yet unable to not see what played out as the rest entered the clearing. The look of horror upon the red feather man, the paling of Leon's face as he avoided looking upon the bodies of the slaughtered Templars. The shock upon Sloth's eyes as she took in the state of many of the bodies, to the tense jaw line of Wrath's who looked upon the scene hiding his thoughts.
Yet, as Sin watched it was Dominique's look of fear, not for herself but fear directed towards Sin...the look of intense worry mixed within Dominique's eyes as she looked upon her bloody angel within the midst of the slaughter.
Closing her eyes, Sin retreated within herself, wishing to deny the scenes she saw and yet deep with she knew it was the truth, something she couldn't deny.
With her eyes closed, Sin didn't realize that once more she was surrounded by darkness, she didn't know how long she remained like that but it was the sound of approaching foot steps. Eyes stained with tears, hollow from seeing what she committed, the horror that was imprinted upon her soul she watched as a figure materialized from the darkness. Hooded, a black cloak covering their form Sin watched as the person who attacked them strode up towards her, yet Sin did nothing, no girding herself for a fight, no defense...Sin would welcome death now with the knowledge of what she has done coursing through her.
The figure remained standing for a while, their hood gaze upon Sin before kneeling down, a slender arm appearing from the folds of the cloak, a delicate hand reaching out to grasp Sin's chin, the touch was not gentle as Sin was forced to look within the darkness of the hood.
From the depths of darkness, a voice floated, genderless without emotion, "What are you?", the figure letting Sin's chin go before standing back up, expectantly.
Lowering her gaze, her arms tightening around her legs, and it was with a very faint voice, its musical tone filled with a nearly inescapable sorrow, "A monster....", nodding their hooded head the figure vanished and Sin was left alone in darkness.
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Greed watched with some satisfaction as Sin tossed and turned within the bed, having made sure the others have left to go about their own healing while Greed remained to monitor Sin's recovery. Having already examined the prototype's wounds, Greed was satisfied that none were life threatening or physically debillitating. Sitting back, the visor of its helmet watching the woman, blond hair plastered to her face with sweat as a tiny moan escaped from her lips. The objective was still unclear as far as Greed was concerned but progress had been made in some cases as Greed reached up to tap a button, for a moment a soft voice could be heard slightly filtered before falling silent as Greed resumed their watch.
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Wasting no time at all, Wrath had absconded with a fair slice of cake before retreating to a free chair to consumed his favorite thing within the world. As he ate Wrath's mind turned towards the presence of Greed within their group-now most would think Wrath dull witted, his love of cake in all its varieties doesn't help his case, but in reality Wrath was quite intelligent he just found it easier simply not to voice his thoughts or ideas. Not to mention, if cake wasn't involved he would rather let people like Sloth and Leon run things and make the decisions. Yet, as he ate he couldn't help but dwell upon Greed's presence, Sloth and Leon took Greed as another potential ally against the organization but Wrath found it disquieting that no one really knew much about the armored crusader.
Despite his penchant to remain....neutral...would be the best term he wagered within the group's dynamic Wrath found himself trying to find out as much about Greed as possible. It was the results of his search that disquieted him the most, as with most cases all the black templars more or less knew one another having grown up together. Greed he found out was an exception that rule, having been transferred into their base only recently, something Wrath knew through his searched was uncommon, while the rest were separated during their mission to retrieve the data. After having been abandoned by the foe he was fighting Wrath had decided to take a look at the weapon listings of that base in concern with the transfering of black crusaders. What he found out had made him suspect Greed, of course as he leaned against the chair, the slice of cake now within his stomach Wrath did not quite know what the information meant but in time he would expect one of the others to come around to the same idea.