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Post by Naminé /admin/ on Jun 7, 2006 19:24:09 GMT -5
Acier sat in Merlin's home, hands clothed in black leather gloves and laid plam up on his legs. His eyes stared blankly at them, void of the usual hatred that filled them. He had just had a horrible talk with Merlin.
"I'm awfully sorry, my boy, but I don't think anyone or anything can undo the spell placed upon those hands."
"Why the hell not?"
"It's simply too powerful, even for me. The one who cast that spell...could cast spells to make whole worlds. I'm a simple magician."
Information about Merlin had come to him on a whim; the minute Acier had learned that Merlin was a magician, he had rushed over to the old man's home. Now, he knew that it was a hopeless cause.
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Sion Barzahd
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"I'm in no mood to be merciful right now..."
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Post by Sion Barzahd on Jun 10, 2006 4:42:39 GMT -5
A loud crashing noise was heard outside of the house. It was unsure of what or who it was but multiple crashing sounds were heard after the first. It seemed a fight was going on outside and a red haired teen with black clothing on was defeating heartless with his bare hands. A rare skill to use but this man seemed comfortable with it and had used it for a while. Not really used to the Heartless, Sion found that they were similar to the MSF he had fought previously. After the horde was dispersed and many cracks in the floor and the houses of the sides, Sion heard voices from the house to his left. Maybe he knew them or maybe not he didn't really care.
"..."
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Post by Naminé /admin/ on Jun 11, 2006 11:57:59 GMT -5
Acier's head snapped up when a loud crash filtered into his ears. He jumped to his feet when multiple followed, sword appearing in gloved hands as he rushed towards the door. When he opened it, however, he saw that either the fight was over or there had been nothing happening. He stared blankly for a moment, then shut the door behind him. The person standing in front of him was a stranger and an interesting one at that–from the looks of it, he had fought his enemy with bare hands. Kind of reckless, in Acier's opinion, but to each his own... He returned the stranger's silence.
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Post by Axel on Jun 11, 2006 15:35:43 GMT -5
Sion shot his head towards the door as it opened. Giving off a small snort he carried on walking forward. He disliked people who used weapons like swords and spears and so on, what even puzzled him more was this keyblade weapon he had seen. Then behind him he found a large black shadow with huge hands charging towards him. Sion smirked as it got closer, if Acier wanted to join in this little skirmish he could, Sion could take this creature with ease.
"..."
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Post by Naminé /admin/ on Jun 11, 2006 19:39:48 GMT -5
RAther than jumping in and being a hero or whatnot, Acier just stood there, waiting to see what this person did. He still kept his sword out, however...just in case. He could tell that the two probably wouldn't get along, but why not try a bit just to say he did? Acier found himself stepping forward towards the soon to be battle out of habit. That's when he decided that he'd probably fight.
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Post by Axel on Jun 12, 2006 13:04:03 GMT -5
Sion stood still and took his attention back to the charging creature. Raising his right fist he tightened the gloves around his hand and then thrust the arm forward and it collided into the head of the creature. With such a powerful force in his arms, Sion caused the creature to raise with its head being the pivot. Once it had reached its full rotation the beast flew into the air and behind Sion landing in a heap against a wall, in which it got up quickly and charged for Sion again.
"Hmph"
Sion also ran at it rather sluggishly and aimed a few punches towards its head again but the beast had stopped and began to reverse and dodge the attack very quickly. After the last punch began its swing Sion raised his right foot to connect a kick. The beast didn't see it coming and smacked it into the side of its temple causing great pain and the beasts head lolled around with its eyes spiraling into the back of its head.
"Is that all it took?"
Swiftly the beast recovered and aimed a punch of its own at Sions face, which missed. Sion had a good eye and already ducked and the fist collided into the wall. Using force Sion pushed both hands up and out of the wall by ripping his arms apart because previously he had crossed them before ducking. Then grabbing the beasts fur he jumped forward and placed his fee ton the lower part of its chest before pushing off hard so it smashed into the floor.
Sion flew into the air but again the beast recovered and grabbed his foot. Smashing Sions head against a wall twice he was flung at the wall which the beasts fist had been previously. Sion could feel the pain but he had learned to live with pain most of his life so it didn't really effect him. Being back flipped backwards he landed on the wall feet first and they were spread apart. His left leg was outstretched and his right leg was as if Sion was crouching on the ground. Then a second after Sion touched the wall the broken parts of the wall on the floor shot into the air due to the incredibly speed Sion was thrown at.
"I guess that is it then"
Quickly withdrawing his left leg, Sion pushed off the wall and found the beast running for him again. Swinging wide the beast aimed another punch at Sion which he blocked with his left arm and gripped the throat of the beast and begun a spiral movement smashing the beasts head off the floor multiple times while skimming the ground himself. Then getting towards the other side he flung the beast up into the and and rolled back round and skidded along the floor and placed his right hand on the ground as he did so. Sion watched as the beast flew overhead in the air seemingly helpless. Then he turned his attention to Acier who still seemed to be here.
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Post by Naminé /admin/ on Jun 12, 2006 17:32:42 GMT -5
Acier watched the scene with keen eyes, his eyebrows raising a bit every now and then. After a moment, his sword disappeared completely and he crossed his arms over his chest–it was obvious he wasn't needed for this.
"I guess it is," he replied. He figured he would at least introduce himself to this person. "I am Acier." He didn't stick a hand out in greeting; he merely inclined his head a bit.
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Post by Axel on Jun 17, 2006 6:31:38 GMT -5
"Well...names Sion"
Sion shifted his gaze into the air and watched the creature finally make its peak of flight. Smirking he tightened the right glove again as too make sure it didn't come off. Forming a fist it began to shake violently as small charges of energy were often given off due to the amount of force that was put into his fist. Once the creature was at the right point Sion thrust his arm forward and smashed the creature in the chest leaving a crater in its chest as well as a row of housing with a large hole in which the creature was smashed through. The creature was then embedded in a large mass of rock with which it withered away and died. Sion turned round and walked to Acier rubbing his hands together.
"That takes care of that"
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Post by Naminé /admin/ on Jun 18, 2006 11:32:55 GMT -5
"Indeed it does," Acier replied, emotion seemingly void in his voice. He eyed Sion, wondering how the hell he did that. After a moment, he crossed his arms over his chest and let out a sigh, debating on whether or not to ask. Asking would me much out of character for him, but it would satisfy his curiosity. Not asking would just leave him hanging.
Being stuck in a win-lose situation, Acier took the win.
"Would you mind explaining how you did that?" he asked grudgingly.
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Post by Axel on Jun 18, 2006 13:16:24 GMT -5
Sion smirked and locked his fingers with the other hand and outstretched his hand. A loud cracking noise was heard which happened to be his knuckled and fingers. After the little distraction he placed both hands on the back of his head and smiled.
"Well, if you've seen what I've seen and been through what I've been through, then you would find it easy. What are you doing here anyway?"
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Post by Naminé /admin/ on Jun 19, 2006 15:52:25 GMT -5
Acier rolled his eyes and jabbed a thumb over his shoulder to Merlin's house. He looked agitated, which he was, and let out a sigh. "I was just seeing if that old magician could help me. He can't," he muttered. He shoved his gloved hands in his pockets, still looking agitated.
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Post by Axel on Jun 20, 2006 12:56:59 GMT -5
Sion walked a few steps forward before crossing his arms again and leaning back more on his left leg than his right. "Why would you need help anyway? You got some sort of problem?" Sion wasn't that interested, he was more trying to be nice. Hardly the nice guy, Sion found it quite hard to push those words out from the depths of his throat but somehow it was managed.
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Post by Naminé /admin/ on Jun 21, 2006 13:30:49 GMT -5
Acier raised his eyebrows, chuckling at the questions. He slipped a glove off, staring at his hand before looking around. He spotted a brick lying in a corner and strode over to retrieve it. He picked it up with his gloved hand and walked back over to where Sion could completely see. He then tossed it to his bare hand and the second it made contact with his flesh it turned into a gleaming block of steel.
"Very much so," he muttered.
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Post by Axel on Jun 22, 2006 12:36:47 GMT -5
"Hmph, well I guess you could use it to your advantage." Sion turned round and noticed a few Soldier Heartless running along the far wall, his eyes narrowed as to give some sort of warning but they quickly disappeared. Sion then turned back round to Acier with a sort of depressed look.
"Well look on the bright side, think of the buildings and fortresses you could make. You'd be near enough invincible."
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Post by Naminé /admin/ on Jun 23, 2006 11:29:24 GMT -5
After throwing the steel brick to the ground, Acier slipped his glove back on, looking a bit annoyed by Sion's suggestion. "I thought like that for awhile. Then it set in that I'll never be able to touch something or someone without these damn gloves on...and even they have a layer of steel on the inside of them. It's not too nice of a lifestyle," he muttered, shaking his head. "A steel person is not the nicest thing to see when you try and shake their hand."
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