Ian was losing it. Every word that slipped from Julian's mouth was like a sour note that caused him to wreak with anger. He had refused to allow anything to show though. He remained emotionless. Now was not the time, nor the place. Looking towards Rowan, who Julian clearly directed his speech towards because he knew that she was in charge opposed to him. It was a way to take the power of Ian's words, and throw them away. This was what those with large egos did. Ian had met egos far larger than Julian's though.
Amara had then sent Claire flying. He didn't want her dead, but he assumed that this would serve as punishment for what she had done. For leaving him right after their engagement. The flamed beast chased and chased, and somehow, though he wasn't sure how, Claire had broken through the spell that the witch, Ophelia, had cast. Her lock-in spell had pretty, or at least he had thought, locked them in. Apparently, Claire had adapted around even Ophelia's spell. Impressive, but strange none-the-less. Something that he had never seen in an adapter.
A few seconds later, everything was crashing down on them, Ian jumped back, backing away from all of the glass raining down on them. The boy he had almost forgotten about had jumped in, muttered all of these words and for once, Ian was losing his concentration. It was almost as if he were multiple people talking. He was so in control, but powerful one second, then the next, he was a cautious, and almost afraid. Then it had hit him. The change in his eyes. When they were scarlet colored, he had this other personality. Calm, poised, but, similarly to what he had seen in Reast and Rion, that power turned him into something else.
When Nyx and Ape appeared, Ian's eyes narrowed. If the reaper was under Amara's control, whose side were these two on? Then Nyx attacked Julian and Ian could no longer hide all emotion. Now, he smiled. He had gotten his just desert. A stab in the shoulder with the First Blade. Nyx's prize possession. The one blade that could kill anything and everything. Would Julian die though? Was the stab deep enough? He wasn't sure. Only time was going to tell.
The situation had turned. Into whose favor, Ian still wasn't sure. Amara had planned, and most likely, planned for everything that had happened. Somehow, this child had planned for all of this, and they were all just pieces of her puzzle. Ian's hand slide into his pocket, pulling out his pen, pulling the cap off and letting it change into a sword. It rang as Ian tapped it on the ground, and he stood by Rowan's side, ready to strike. He knew the one up that Amara had on Rowan. She knew her past, and she knew all of her strengths and weaknesses. So, he knew he would have to distract her, "The barriers. Taking them down....it..it causes..no, it leaves room to make the strong and only those who can protect themselves the strong ones. That isn't all though. It makes things much easier to reconstruct a new world. A new world, means a fresh start. Which, in turn would mean that we would no longer have only the light and dark to keep in balance, no longer have taint and corruption. There could, and in your eyes, should, be much more to keep our world in balance." Ian was hoping that this explanation would keep her occupied, keep her attention fixed on him opposed to everyone else. Rowan would have her physical battle with Amara, he knew that, but right now, the way to beat Amara, was through a mental battle, and Ian knew that he could win.
Post by Julian Lucrese on Jan 23, 2017 0:31:05 GMT -5
Julian Lucrese | LightBringer
Julian's eyes widened as the first blade dug into him. The strike of the blade sunk in, and his body began to feel as if it were giving up on him. As a last ditch effort, he reached for his necklace, and let the locket fly open, letting a burst of pure white flash blind Nyx at the close range that she was in, even closing or shielding her eyes couldn't stop the flash. It was white light. Light that would cut through anything to reach it's target. The locket, made him stronger. He grabbed it, and held it tight, and then dug his hand into his inner jacket pocket and pulled out an abyssal black colored dagger and he threw it as hard as he could, letting it dig into Apesennial's shoulder. The blackness spread instantly, draining the dagger of all color, leaving it see-through. He smiled, and fell weakly to the ground. He had fallen victim to the first blade. He knew he wouldn't die from this wound, but this battle was over for him until he could regain his strength.
The blackness spreading through Ape's shoulder would send a burning hot sensation through her, leaving spiderweb like marks across her back and chest, draining her powers, draining her energy. He was sure that it was Nyx who he should have aimed for, but instead, he had hoped that by taking Ape away from Nyx, her last attachment, and one of her few trusted allies, she would fall victim to her blood lust and kill any and all in the room who were in her way. By doing so, it just may have been enough to even the tides.
With wide eyes and a guilt wrenched heart, all Elpis could do was watch as the pain pulsed through Reast eyes. As the darkness surrounded her, Elpis turned her gaze from her once friend and looked towards the ground beneath her feet. The darkness wasn't to harm her, that much she knew. The darkness was to protect her from the monster that was scrambling loose within Reast. As the darkness teleported her from the temple. Elpis couldn't help but close her eyes and attempt to realign her thoughts.
“Darkness isn't bad, and light isn't good. Darkness isn't good, and light isn't bad. Corruption doesn't mean destruction, just as purity doesn't mean creation. There must be a way to maintain the balance. To maintain you must neither destroy nor create, you must understand.”
As the words became more powerful in her mind, Elpis felt the energy begin to grow inside her. It started as a small twinkling star, like the last one in the night sky. With each passing second this star seemed to spread its energy further across the dark sky, further into the darkness. The star didn't fight the darkness, it merely shared the space that the two occupied. Her eyes glowing like brilliant stars as they shot open, the light had awakened inside of her. Swinging her arms gracefully open, she dispersed the darkness before it could completely transport her from the island, before it could keep her from what had to be done. Landing in the sand, Elpis didn't bother taking in her surrounding this time before making her way towards town. Energy danced over her skin like little sparks of electricity. The energy danced over her skin and as it made contact with the air it evaporated like little wisps of smoke into the dark air around her. With each steps into town, Elpis recited the words slowly in her mind. “Neither creation nor destruction can create or destroy.” There had been so much the world had forgotten as Supernatural began branching out the horizons. The more that everyone seemed to understand about the balance, the more the world seemed to forget the basics. There was a war coming, and while the state of Lucee was important, Elpis knew she could no longer push her. The ball was in Lucees court now, and with a war just over the horizon, Elpis would be needed elsewhere.
“Neither creation nor destruction can create or destroy.” Focusing her eyes now on the library that stood before her, Elpis allowed her energy to focus on every individual standing within the room. Their body heat, how their hearts and minds collided in decision making...this had to be where this war was starting. Making her way slowly up the steps, Elpis allowed her eyes to return to their normal, human like color. Pressing her hand on the railing, Elpis mumbled softly to herself one last time before entering the library. “This is because, energy itself can neither be created nor destroyed.” Stepping into the library, Elpis looked around at the different faces. While there seemed to be two sides primarily, each person still had their own independent goals and milestones they wished to achieve from this confrontation. As interesting as the diverse goals were, it was actually a common trait in conflict in today's world. While most would declare they were fighting for the greater good or a cause, most were actually fighting for their own greater cause. Fights were breaking out in every direction, but that wasn't why Elpis was here. Walking past the different glares being shared between conflicting parties, Elpis knelt down beside a man who had fallen to the first blade. Not dead, but certainly cut off from his abilities for the time being, a paralyzed state brought forth by the first blade. The first blade was sculpted from bone, making it nothing special from other old fashion blade. What did make it unique was that the blade had been corrupted and blessed by the faith of Cain who had constructed the blade from a jaw bone in order to sacrifice his dear brother Abel. It was a rather interesting story actually, but the blade itself had received from attention for its ability. Looking over the man, Elpis was slightly relieved that the blade had not struck him deep enough to kill him, only disarm. It still left the matter of who this man was, why he released such a light energy, but intentions seemed so destructive.
Lightly bringing her fingertips to come in contact with the wound location, Elpis allowed gentle white like webs to crawl across his skin. The small webs glimmered with a soft shine under the natural lighting of the room. The webs would aide in the healing by numbing some of the pain associated with the side effects of the first blade. While his abilities would have to return slowly over time, he would be able to move around with less pain. The pain would still linger but the webs would at least take the edge off. After offering a gentle smile, Elpis stood back up and looked at those remaining in the room. Reaching her hands up, a brilliant beam shot from her palms. The beam started small but as it lunged into the air, the light became overbearing to almost everyone in the room. Not only did it blind everyone within the room, but it also bought Elpis some time. Disappearing into the light, Elpis first appeared beside Nyx. Quickly slipping the First Blade from her grasp, Elpis took the Shadow walkers weakness to light to her advantage. Elpis appeared then beside Ape. Pressing her finger tip onto the dark webs, Elpis flinched as she absorbed the core of the corruption. It started as a dark line running along her skin. The hope was that seeing her body naturally was design to purify that it could also eventually purify this curse.
Standing back at her feet, Elpis watched as the light now subsided. Waving one of her hands, Elpis manipulated the molecules in the air to teleported not only herself, but also Ian, Rowan, Brennan, Claire, Nyx, Ape, and Erebus from the library and towards the beach.
Ophelia had operated as brilliant as always in her timing of spells. Initially the component to this conversation wasn’t to truly come to an agreement, but much rather to see who Rowan truly trusted. As interesting as each figure was, no one interested Amara more than her dear cousin. The Roi’s, the true reason behind all this hushed conflict and vivid details. Turning her attention slightly, Amara eyed the two women who seemed to magically teleport into the room. Both seemed drained by the obvious deficiencies in the realms, but yet somehow they had managed. They had come for the reaper, exactly as she had expected. Turning her attention from the group, Amara seemed completely unphased by their attempts. The Reaper was theirs if they wanted him, truth was that he truly no longer served any use to the young Phoenix. Dismissing them from her thoughts, Amara now listened as the adapter came crashing back into the room. Not only had she returned but this time she had brought a guest. A wielder by the look of it, and a rather unstable one at that.
Then there was the tracker again. The tracker was interesting and his perspective on the world that surrounded them was rather specific. The intellect that stemmed from the tracker was interesting, but something about him still seemed slightly off. While the tracker entered the library as a friend, a partner to her cousin. He now seemed to hold himself in a different light, a different lead. Right when things were getting interesting, an overbearing light blinded the entire room. Squinting her eyes slightly, Amara offered a gentle but confident smile towards her departing guest. The plan had changed with this encounter but had changed for the better. After the light had subsided, Amara looked towards the figures whom remained. Ophelia, Julian, and the Trickster duo. Perfect.
Turning away from the group, the silence began to thicken the air that surrounded them. As her small frame approached the crowded book shelf, there seemed to be an anticipation that lingered in the air. Allowing her small finger tips to dance against the spines of the books, Amara seemed rather focused on the clearly printed titles. It took several silent minutes, but eventually she came across the book she'd been searching for. The black leather was peeling from spine, and the pages were beginning to wear from age. The book with no author, no title, and no words. Tossing the book upon the counter, Amara took a half step backwards. At first the point of the book seemed unfocused, practically meaningless. The cracking leather began shaking. Within mere seconds the entire table containing the book also began shaking. The shaking of the apparently worn out book continued for a minute until it froze. Seconds passed like minutes as Amara kept her eyes focused on the odd text laying before them. The book then burst open with a rather brilliant beam gleaming from the loosely intertwined the thread located at the spines interior. This wasn't just another beam of light. No, this was a calling. This was the calling that the young Phoenix had been waiting for.