Shattered Planes Archives (Seasons 4 & 5)
Insanus Galaxy => Barren Planet => Dark Tower => Topic started by: Orph on July 17, 2010, 09:59:32 PM
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Materializing on a balcony of the Dark Tower Vincent smirked as he looked out over the barren and ruined world that was his home, there was a few ruined skyscrapers on the horizon and it looked like they were very close to just collapsing upon themselves. "Welcome to my home." Vincent said as he walked to the obsidian railing and looked down, hundreds of skeletal beings were bring in burnt and charred corpses, some were very, very decayed.
"This is where I study Necromancy and hone my own little craft, I found it destroyed in a war hundreds of years ago. Built the tower with my own two hands and been here ever since." Vincent informed.
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"It's gorgeous." Zumi commented, looking around. It was gorgeous for it's complexity, and the fact that it was old, but the death that lingered around it made Zumi slightly nervous. It always reminded her of when she offed herself at the cruel words of people from her school, the way people always treated her in public. Zumi sighed before she looked around. "So what exactly is Necromancy?"
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"Necromancy can be described as the manipulation of life and death itself, you can bring someone back to life, not as a zombie but as a full living person. You can create terrible creatures from dead flesh, these are called Constructs. There is the basic zombie, a unliving being without a conscious mind, it's will is that of it's creators. It's a non-intelligent undead, where as you're an intelligent undead. You can think, feel, love!" Vincent exclaimed at the end, he was quite excited about teaching Necromancy, it has been a long, long time since he had a student.
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Zumi raised her eyebrows at Vincent as she watched him make a big deal out of teaching. "Interesting." she said when he finished speaking. She found it very interesting, though everyone she ever loved when she was alive was dead, and quite frankly she didn't want to see their faces anymore. This was a new lifetime, this was time for Zumi to live and not worry about the past. She didn't need anyone else, she was tired of the co-dependency she used to have when she was alone and scared.
Turning towards Vincent she lighting placed her hands around one of his. "Do you feel anything?" she questioned, her cheeks turning ever so slightly pink as she held his hand tightly in her small and feeble gray ones. Concentrating with all her might, she made the tingling feeling subside as she tried to burn his hand with the anger and sadness from her past life. "Can you feel it?" she asked, sneaking a peak at him before closing her eyes and sending the pain of being taunted and humiliated through their physical touch. Of course, she overwhelmed herself.
A strike of lightning appeared from her hands with flame flowing around it and Zumi blacked out while her memories were plastered all over the room like a disco ball reflecting pieces of silver at a rave.
A memory of being seven years old flashed across the room, it's source coming from the lighting bolt encased in fire. She was being picked on in her class, a bunch of paper balls being thrown at her while words like "witch" and "evil" were slurred at her, traveling through her ear canal to lodge themselves in her brain. While that was burned like a photo in the fireplace, another replaced it, coming through the burn holes before the first grade memory faded. She was playing in the bathtub and manipulating the bubbles as she had her alone time, sitting in a tub with candles lit and music playing - she was covered by the bubbles she played with, making them float around the room and dance with the flames. Her mother came barging in, even when she was 11 years old now and fully capable of taking care of herself in the bathroom. Shocked, her mother ripped her from the tub and flung her across the room, shouting and yelling, screaming slander and vulgarity as she threatened Zumi before an audible smack was heard and Zumi was on the floor, flabbergasted with a hand to her cheek. Just as you could see the flames flicker in Zumi's dark green eyes the memory burned like the first and she was standing in the snow, looking up into the icy blue eyes of a boy a year older than her. Smiling, he leaned down and planted a kiss on her pale pink lips and she managed to let herself go, causing her to freeze him and make him stumble back. "Freak!" he yelled, though his words were muted slightly by the ice. "You bitch!" he hissed, the ice melting before he got into his car and sped away. The day after that, at school, the words "Witch" "bitch" "whore" evil" were casting enemies throughout the school building. Whenever Zumi visited her locker, there was always a note, or a drawing, that would fall out and declare her as a witch in screaming red letters. Finally, Zumi stopped going to school; stopped eating, sleeping, doing anything, instead hiding herself in her closet and keeping to herself.
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"Yeah..I can feel it." Vincent replied, squeezing her hand back as he looked her in the eyes. Only to flinch visually as Zumi's emotions flowed through her arm and into him, his eyes rolling back into his head for a few seconds before he fought back. Cutting off the flow by letting go of her hand and catching her as she blacked out. Although her memories were being shown to him one by one he wasn't interested, some of her emotions had gotten through and Vincent was never one who was good at handling emotions like that. Laying her softly on the ground he turned to look at the skyscrapers in the distance, rage and shame boiling behind his eyes as he let go with his power.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaagh!" The strained scream leaving his mouth as a surge of energy shot forth along with the sound waves, a literal torrent of black smoke was let loose. Laced fire, lightning, ice, water, shards of metal, anything that could cause damage. As the torrent sped off towards the horizon smaller streams separated from the larger root and started destroying the undead, some were annihilated down to the very last molecule, while others were corrupted into dangerous monsters. As the root torrent collided with the skyscrapers it finally brought them down, leaving them as nothing but ruins. As the last speck of black smoke left his mouth Vincent turned back to his newly gained student, kneeling down next to her and hugging her tightly. "They're lucky they were vaporized in that damned holocaust.. I wouldn't of let them die that peacefully." Vincent said into her pink hair as he held her, the rage still a fire behind his eyes.
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Zumi's body was slack and limp, her eyes closed though if they were open her acid eyes would have been rolled to the back of her head. The memories kept flowing, the last one being where she took a knife to her throat, her eyes seeing far away as she bled out and died on her hardwood floor, her skin paling with each minute and her eyes turning glassy while her lips turned blue. She was dying, though dying physically as her mental state had already gone and jumped off a cliff, abandoning her long a go in that first grade classroom. With a shudder and a small sigh, Zumi opened her eyes, the acid green returning to full color and her lips parting ever so slightly. She was very much aware of whom the arms belong to and the feeling and sensation they presented.
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"You alright?" The Necromancer asked simply, still holding her in his arms. Even though he was older then she could ever even comprehend he had a similar childhood, one of isolation and fear. He is the son of the Devil and was treated as such, even if he wasn't a true son, his Father thought of him as such. He was the runt of the family and his brothers were always away teaching the world outside the meaning of war and conquest, they fed on it. They loved it.
But when his Father disappeared and his brothers out scouring the entirety of existence for him Vincent was left alone, left alone for countless eons. His only friends were the dead that he created with his own special brand of power, at the time he was never fully in control of his power, and sometimes it got out of control.. Every time you hear of a great drought, or a famine. It was probably Vincent, although only a small number of them were on purpose. And so he learned how to make the dead talk, bring the spirit back for a few minutes of conversation that kept him from going completely insane. This little trick became a hobby, one he has been obsessed over for eons.
He's Famine, one of the four Horsemen..and he plays with dead people.
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Zumi searched Vincent's face for anything that was different, or set aside from how he was beforehand. Relieved, Zumi nodded simply before she looked down at herself, trying to keep the retarded girly color from spreading across her cheeks as she covered her face in her bangs. She had the past and every day she worked towards keeping the words from finding a home on her gray, undead skin. Idly, Zumi fiddling with a stitch on her right arm, playing with it until it unraveled, but never bled. Sighing, she turned the string to flame on her fingertips before she burned her skin, sealing the gaping "wound". "Sorry about that." she muttered, remembering her loss of control and her emotions flaring from her hands.
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"I understand why you did it..just please don't do that again without warning me, I'm not all the great at controlling my emotions in the first place. Another person's, especially yours overwhelmed me for a second, I might of accidentally re-killed most of my harvesters." Vincent replied, still holding her in his arms. As she was trying to fight back the pink color from her face, it snuck onto Vincent's rather easily. "Um..w-we should maybe start the first lesson.." Vincent stuttered, the words suddenly getting stuck in his throat as he looked at the acid eyed girl.
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Zumi, in a very slow fashion and a confusing one at that, lifted her hand and lightly traced her forefinger along Vincent's bottom lip, slowly and in a very seductive fashion. Zumi's eyes furrowed together in confusion and frustration as she stopped running her finger along it and instead just had it sitting there before, with some hesitance, she pulled it away. Her thoughts were muddled with a very odd feeling in places she hadn't experienced in fifty years or so. These were human feelings, feelings she didn't think were possible now that she was undead. Zumi blushed a soft pink color as she looked down, pulling her eyes away from Vincent's as she did so. What the hell was she doing?
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The moment her finger touched his lip his heart stopped beating, well just for a second anyway. When she ran it along and stopped he was entirely confused, and just a little bit seduced. Being the type of person he was he never really gotten to know anyone in that way, it's actually kind of embarrassing but he was in fact still a virgin. To busy learning how to create life out of lifelessness the Necromancer never tried developing a social relationship with anyone of the opposite sex. He only had one actual friend that wasn't a Family member, and he had to bring him back to life. The damned alchemist. Faote.
He didn't understand what he should do, so he just went with whatever sounded the best. "Zumi.." He whispered, catching her attention and causing her blushing face to turn back his his, only for him to softly plant a kiss on her cold lips.
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Zumi's eyes widened in shock when Vincent placed a kiss on her undead lips. An audible moan, though very low, was heard. Quickly, Zumi cut off the noise as her dormant hormones started to take control: she placed her hands on the side of Vincent's face, softly, as she leaned farther into the kiss, her eyes closed. The heated tingly sensation she felt got stronger and she started to breath in hiccups as she wrapped her arms around his neck, causing her to kiss him roughly before she felt the audible noise of her heart beating.
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Vincent smiled as he kissed her, hearing the sound of her heartbeat when she wrapped her arms around him. As he heart began to beat he began to feel her heat against him, and he began to kiss her deeper, finally pulling back a little to take a breath his smile widened, looking at his undead companion with a warm expression on his face. He couldn't think of anything to say so he kissed her again, this time just slightly on the cheek.
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Zumi sighed softly, resting her face on Vincent's shoulder softly, her thoughts lost and muddled in confusion. Her heart was still beating, thudding wildly against her rib cages like it was trying to escape her body. Absently, Zumi wondered how long her heart would beat before it died again, leaving her feeling less human than possible. With these hormonal tendencies, though, she couldn't say she wasn't a little human. Zumi was at a loss of words, having no idea what to say, or to do for that matter. She let the animal inside her out and now she was going to have to face the consequences.
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"You're interesting..so very interesting. One moment you're making me blow things up, the next here I am kissing you." Vincent muttered, laying one hand on the back of her head as she rested her head against his shoulder. Running his fingers slowly through her hair. "I'd really like it..if I could kiss you again in the future.." Vincent said, it was his own awkward way of asking her if she wanted to continue this type of thing between them.
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Zumi let out a small giggle as she leaned back, her lips set into a smirk. "You're so cute when you're shy." she answered, her eyes light. She suddenly felt extremely different, she felt happy, too. In fifty years she hadn't felt that way. The action of running his hands in her hair brought out the floral scent of the shampoo she used to used back when she was human; her stomach curled slightly when she recognized the scent, but she realized that it was probably because now her heart was beating again and the word love was faded over her heart. "Hm." she was still for a moment, thinking about the word and what she had done. Looking back up at Vincent with a gleam in her eye she leaned forward and kissed him softly.
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It was Vincent's turn to be surprised, although he was happy as he took her kiss as a positive response to his question. Kissing her back his hand wrapped around her's, feeling her heart beat he was slightly perplexed about how such a thing was possible. But at the moment, he didn't care.
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Zumi smiled while she kissed, leaning forwards and getting Vincent on his back. Smiling down at him she smirked as she slowly slid a hand under his shirt, wondering why he felt so warm or if that was just her body flushing at the kiss and the hormones. Either way it didn't matter, as her heart was beating again and she found someone, for however long they would last, to hold on to and feel affectionate towards. With her heard racing she traced the ridges that appeared on Vincent's abdomen, allowing her fingers to brush lightly against his skin like butterfly kisses.
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Portals, as a concept, are not calm. They are tears in time and space and often appear unstable. But this one... Was unique. Slowly it appeared. If you weren't paying attention, you wouldn't have noticed it. It slid open, and through it, fell a dark figure. A man clad in black robes. At first, he appeared weak. He lay on the ground, spear in his right hand, hood covering his face.
For a second, he seemed in paralyzed sleep. A breeze flipped his hood off, revealing his black hair. His eyes opened. He was on his feet in seconds, Looking around the new world he found himself in. He wordlessly soaked in the hopelessness of the entire world.
The Summoner had arrived.
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Becoming aware of what she was doing and the new addition in the room, Zumi pulled her hand out from underneath the clothing article of Famine. Within a quick movement, Zumi moved away from Vincent, making it seem like she was actually sitting a few paces away instead of in his lap. Every hair on her body was standing on end, her eyes were slits as she glared at the dark haired man, and every cell in her body was screaming for her to be on her guard.
Never once in her life had she needed to fight anyone, nor did she really know how to control it, which is why she felt heat flashes roll through her body as her anger was running through her veins, igniting the flames that seems to spark like solar flares from her skin and dance in the pupils of her eyes. Sighing deeply, Zumi allowed herself to calm down, the fire being put out with the rolling relaxation as she blinked a few times and stared at the Summoner. She didn't know who he was, as she wasn't really connected to this sort of place, having been a newly born Nightmare. "Who's that?" she decided to ask, turning to Vincent with her eyes managing to open a little more and not give her the appearance of a pissed off snake.
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His heart beating rather fast and his breathing quickening Vincent kissed back roughly, feeling her fingers run around his abdomen made him smile. But when she pulled away he could tell she was somehow distressed, sitting up next to her and turning his head to look at the new arrival he frowned. The phrase "Cock block" appearing his head.
"I have no idea." Vincent replied, grabbing ahold of Zumi's hand and holding it. "Hey person! What are you doing in my house?" Vincent asked blatantly.
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Zumi leaned into Vincent's relatively warm body, feeling the temperature difference between her cold, marble skin and his warm one, which disturbed her. It reminded her of a story back when she was young and alive and simply human; fire and ice was never meant to mix but yet here it was, in a very surprising way. Clutching his hand tightly, Zumi entangled her thin fingers in his as she looked at the intruder.
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The Summoner stood up, slowly, stretching a groan and popping his neck. He slowly stepped to face the two humans he found himself with. He stared wordlessly at them. "This is... Your house?"
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"Yes, you're also intruding on my planet." Vincent informed various disturbing looking undead entities started to file into the room behind the cloaked man. "Didn't your Mother ever tell you not to break into a Necromancer's house, tower thingy?" He asked mockingly as the entities got close enough to apprehend the man.
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Zumi watched as the undead army advanced on the man, getting ready to tear him apart or do whatever it was they did. Instinctively, she flinched away, ducking her face behind Vincent's shoulder and closing her eyes to stop the flow of memories. Instead, she focused on the scent that Vincent gave off, which was sort of weird; he had the typical earthy scent but she could swear that there was another scent there and so she focused on it, inhaling as she waiting for some bloody scene to happen. Curious, as always, Zumi opened her eyes and peeked from behind Vincent's shoulder.
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The Summoner frowned as the entities came close. He slammed his spear into the floor and five portal opened around him. His voice turned strange, an echoing whisper. He chanted strange words. Out of the portals came five... Creatures. The had dark, and soft skin. They had a slim, but strong build. Their arms were long and flexible, with five vicious and sharp looking claws on the end. They had four very large eyes on all sides of their head. They had large mouths that had been sewn shut. They looked ready to a take a lunge at the creatures coming up on their master, as the portals closed, but a sharp, echoing whisper from the Summoner stopped them short. They formed a circle around him, guarding him loyally.
"Didn't your mother ever tell you to find out someone's story before you attempt to attack them?" He was calm, at ease. But he seemed ready to defend himself if need be.
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"What mother?" Vincent questioned as the undead attacked, swinging their sharped bone talons and and attacking with old and worn weapons. He didn't really care about the man's story, he just wanted him out of the place.
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Feeling the sense of conflict and confrontation, Zumi scooted back away from Vincent, eyeing the intruder skeptically before she scooted closed enough to the window to leap out of it. Yes, she was a strong person, and yes Zumi could probably do some pretty decent damage to anyone that tried to harm her, or Vincent for that matter, but she wasn't one to use her powers unless she controlled it and quite frankly Zumi didn't want that right now, especially what happened last time.
A sudden roll of anger flowed through her at the memory as she jumped for the window; her body seemed to transform, still gray and undead, but now that of a leopard, though instead of brown eyes they were her typical acid green. Surrounding her feet was fire, creating ringlets of flames to dance around her paws and emanate from the tip of her tail. With a loud cry of anger, Zumi hissed at the intruder just as she escaped out the window.
Sprinting, Zumi navigated her way through the barren planet, literally, before she slowed down, having gone a good distance away from the tower. Transforming back into her undead Nightmare state, Zumi was sitting cross legged and eyeing the tower where she ran from, searching for anything that was different. Of course, from what she could see, there wasn't other than the plethora amount of undead soldiers that Vincent had summoned when she was still present in that cozy little room...
Sighing, Zumi rested her face on her small, thin hands and watched the tower, thinking about what had happened. Surprisingly, her heart was still beating and she was extremely happy for that. One thing she wasn't really happy for was the animal instincts she had that still seemed to linger, the hormones that were so dormant came back twice as strong and ten times more powerful. If she was dead, then chances are Zumi shouldn't have had those feelings, but now that she seemed to get them back she had thoughts: Vincent wasn't entirely undead, and if her heart started to beat, then possibly other things would start to function and she was be sort-of human, like him. That's what scared her, because what if Vincent didn't want that and she was the only one? Which was usually the typical thing for relationships...or was this a relationship? Zumi didn't know and quite frankly she wasn't about to ask, either.
Shifting around a little bit, Zumi placed a hand on the dusty, dirty, empty, dead gravel and concentrated. When she opened her eyes, a rose bush had grown and a luscious, crimson red, the color of the blood, bud started to grow in front of her, leaning towards her face. A small smile appeared on Zumi's face she she gently touched the rose, concentrating on it while the other buds began to bloom, though a softer, toned down red.
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(God my grammar sucks today.)
The calm expression disappeared. Replaced by one of pure rage. "Jaha!" He cried, his voice echoing with eerie amplification. Who the hell did he think he was? Didn't he KNOW what he had just gone through? DIDN'T HE CARE? People like him didn't belong in this world. He was the kind of person who killed others merely because they were an inconvenience.
With great relish, the five creatures guarding him unleashed their abilities, spinning and flipping and tearing to shreds the zombie army with their sharper-than-razor claws. They pushed out slowly, but in a frenzy. They were experts at their job.
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Suddenly, Zumi felt panicked, had a tugging feeling in her stomach and her heart was racing, even when she wasn't doing anything. Just as quick;y as she ran away, Zumi headed back towards the tower, her eyes bright and alert with a flames coming from them as she sprinted, faster than the speed of light. Without even hesitating, Zumi lifted a leg onto the base of the tower, using it as a base as she catapulted herself into the air. Before she could go too far away and fall back to the ground, Zumi swung her food fast enough to break the sound barrier as she was thrusted towards the tower. Without missing a beat she rolled, colliding into the ground before tumbling towards the Summoner.
Before she could even hit the man, before she even had a chance to do so, she flickered away, appearing on the other side of him, on her feet, fists raised and anger flaring from her eyes. "Don't you dare." she said, calmly, smoothly, though her voice seemed to boom and become louder than what one would think was possible coming from someone so petite. "Lay a hand on him and I'll cut you into infinitesimal pieces where you stand."
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The girl was fast, almost too fast to catch. But even though her speed was commendable, the Summoner's servants had the perk of fast reflexes. Half way through her sentence, four appeared in front of him, guarding him, and one lurched for her, trying to wrap it's long, flexible arms around her. The Summoner braced the Hell Lance for a fight, the bronze beauty shining with enchantment. The Summoner seemed to regain his composure, if only a little. "Girl," he said, his voice small, quavering, "You've no idea what I've gone through. He started this conflict." After saying it, he regretted it. It made him sound immature. He was tense, but his temper was wearing down, but still, he desperately clung to it, for he knew that when he calmed down, reality would come rushing in...
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Zumi flinched away from the creature, having no idea what it would do if it managed to touch her skin. Instinctively, she brought a hand to block any touch from the creature and in turn a bright light flared like a blade from her arm, creating a mystical, glassy shield from her skin. The force of the impact from the guardian cause Zumi to slide back ever so slightly, but her strength kicked in and she stopped after a foot.
Glaring, Zumi's eyes reduced to slits as she looked at the Summoner. "So? Do you think that gave you a right to come here?" she asked, her voice rising and falling, her anger shaking the air around her and stirring it with the heat fro, her emotions and the rage behind her words. Biting back a stream of profanities, Zumi continued to look at the intruder with malice. "You guys exchange the way manners work but yet you're the one that came here first, without knocking." Zumi added the last bit with a hint of sarcasm, though everything else that was going to follow was literally causing venom to drip. From her eyes and mouth.
Wiping away the liquid, Zumi quickly swiped her hand across the thing that had advanced on her, and without waiting she stood on her tiptoes and danced away from it, going around the side and directing a nicely positioned kick towards the back of it.
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The summoned creature cringed. It turned, fast on it's feet, malice reflected in it's body language at as it takes a long swipe at her before the Summoner can say otherwise. Mid-swipe, the Summoner cries "Hiel!" but it was past the point of no return, it's long claws were on a collision course with the girl. The creatures split off and made a circle, protecting him from all sides.
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Zumi backed her face away, her eyes staying trained on the creature's face, even when she grabbed hold of its claws and gripped them tightly, clenching them in her vice-like grip of steel. "Don't you know not to hit a lady?" she asked, her head cocking her head to the side like a bird, her lips turned into a sneer and her eyes reflecting the malice, along with amusement. Suddenly, everything about what Zumi did was like that of a psychotic serial killer, with the way her eyes sparkled and gleamed and her soft pink lips pulled back over her teeth in a very seductive, but dangerous, way.
Blocking off the attack, Zumi backed away slightly, hopping on her feet and always remaining on her toes. She had a very cat-like gait with the way she stood on her toes and the way her body seemed to curve in the most unnatural way. Advancing, slowly though, Zumi turned her head to the other side and stuck a finger in her mouth, her eyes flashing with hunger for death. In hesitation she wiped the venom from the edge of her lips and stuck the finger in her mouth, her lips curling up at the side maliciously.
"Wanna play?" she asked in a mocking tone as she pulled her finger out. Surrounding her body was a dark aura, twirling around her wrists and ankles and winding around her waste and torso, seeming to lay there delicately and hang there as if suspended from a thing wire; living shadows. Very faintly, you could hear the screams and moans and whines from the undead, mainly from those that taunted her so many years ago.
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The summoning art is the act of opening portals in other dimensional planes, and using the right incantations to take over their mind. Some Summoners have the gift of commanding sentient creatures found in regular planes, but that is a difficult and unrewarding process. The Summoner faced now specialized in the Hell planes. Lucifer had many, many types of demons and other warped spirits laying in agony in an inescapable plane. The Summoner offered them an escape, a purpose, and a chance (though rarely granted) to freedom. Because of this, the creatures were fiercely loyal to their master, the dark, heartbroken Summoner...
The chance at peace was gone. The creature had one arm free, and proceeded to jab multiple times at the abdomen of Zumi. She had given it an easy opening. With new confrontation realized, the Summoner started his echoing whisper chants, bringing new creatures from other dimensions to do his bidding.
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Zumi buckled over, though she wasn't entirely harmed; instead, she could feel small bruises forming along her abdomen, along her gray, undead skin. However, to prevent from any actual damage there was the shadows, the screams of agony, that blocked every time the creature attempted to make a hit. Bending over, Zumi looked up from her pink bangs and smirked evilly before she used her other hand to jab right in the belly button, which she knew was a chakra center. In the same movement, she released the clawed hand and thrusted a fist right towards the throat of the undead being; there were seven chakras and two of them were already being attacked - the sacral chakra, one of desire and jealousy, if these creatures were to feel anyway, and the throat chakra, where honesty was clearly being displayed at. Zumi could see each and every one of these colored spots with her undead eyes, along with the pressure points that were located in Vincent and the Summoner.
Seeing as there were seven, Zumi had enough time to wait and see which one was a perfect land and which one was a dud. They were undead beings, like her, but they were capable of feeling, seeing as they were loyal to the cloaked man. Even if they were dead they had the sense of loyal and honor. Unlike her, however, they were pure monsters, created and sent to hell, much like the Raven Mockers myth.
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The creature fought against the stitches in it's mouth, trying to scream, but they did not budge. Fighting back pain, it continued to stab at her with it's sharp claws, one brown eye staring at her intently. Two unstable yellow portals appeared, and out came two distinctly different creature.
One of them was a Minotaur. It had the legs and hooves of a bull, the sinewy chest and arms of a man, and big bull head with horns. It snorted defiantly, trying to buck the Summoner's control, but a few sharp words and it calmed down, focusing on Zumi. The other was called a Umaeet, a vile, black and purple spotted creature. It was short but sturdy, and it stood on four legs. The details of this race are best not to explain, but it has a wide mouth that shoots explosive eggs at high speeds. It gave a whistle and settled into a battle pose.
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Zumi's departed tormentors kept blocking repeatedly, managing to lower the bruise damage that the claws were causing. Zumi whispered something too low for anyone to hear and the souls started to spread out further, creating something similar to a peacock tail, just demented and horrifying. Zumi smirked at the creature, the way it wanted to scream but couldn't, as she went to place another blow to the throat while the souls started to wrap themselves slowly around its wrist, but not retracting enough to tighten and grab hold.
The Minotaur that Zumi had watched appear in her peripheral vision was terrifying, but she knew enough about Greek mythology to know how to take down a Minotaur. As for the second thing that appeared, she had no idea how to deal with that just yet. Quickly, Zumi backed away and allowed the tormentors to grab hold of the creature she was currently in combat with, or at least try to anyway. She remained on her toes, making sure not to step down fully and slow herself down as she danced around the room in a gypsy like ritual.
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Vincent watched all that unfolded around him with relative curiosity, or at least he appeared only slightly curious but in fact he was very worried about Zumi. He couldn't explain it but it would devastate him if she were somehow killed in this fight, and that's why he wasn't going to let it go on this way. Raising his right hand as Black Smoke began to seep out of the seep out from under his fingernails he gave off the look of malicious intent. If he could corrupt that man's creature's they would be as good as his, but he wasn't going to just corrupt them. He was going to decay them, if they were to be hit by this torrent they would be reduced to nothing but dust.
"Zumi, it's alright, but I really suggest that you," The Black Smoke was being condensed into a solid black orb, there would be enough here to kill half a planet by the time he was ready to fire. "Get out of the way." He warned, the orb started to grow and change looking very unstable.
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Zumi instantly stopped moving around, freezing when she saw the dark matter in Vincent's hands. Everything disappeared from her eyes, the malice, the curiosity, and the intent to torture. Returning to her normal state, Zumi quickly skipped backwards and ducked behind Vincent, her cat-like walk seeming to disappear without a trace; the shadows screamed a farewell before disappearing as well, their voice still ringing through out the room in very shrill octaves. Watching closely, Zumi focused on Vincent as he got ready to fight the Summoner.
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The Umaeet began spitting eggs at high speeds towards Vincent, trying to break it's focus. The Summoner let Zumi pass, Before and echoing whisper sent the Minotaur towards Zumi.
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Zumi glared at the Minotaur, her eyes slits as she danced out of the way. "Wow, such a gentleman!" she yelled towards the Summoner, her voice making the room shake. The sarcasm dripped from her words before she danced backwards, placing small orbs that seemed to manifest from her hands as she jumped away backwards. Each orb was a different color with different elements encased in them. With a smirk on her face, Zumi whispered something again, her eyes alight with anger as she snapped her fingers.
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Clenching his fists as the black orb erupted into a massive torrent of the corrupting and highly lethal black smoke Vincent was grinning a maniacal grin. It smashed into everything in front of him, the summoned creatures that weren't fast enough to get out of the way were reduced to nothing but dust within moments, however when it reached the summoner himself it seemed to wrap around him, forming some sort of cage. "Give me a reason..to let you live." Vincent called out.
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Zumi went back behind Vincent, keeping her eyes trained on the Summoner as she stood straight, her eyes focusing entirely on the intruder. Everything else around he was completely forgotten, or at least pushed into the recesses of her mind. Right now, her main focus was to destroy the enemy, or at least get him to leave the tower, and that was the only thing she was going to focus on, including everything else that followed. Even if it wasn't her fight, it included her because she was in the room and the Summoner was sending his minions after her as well.
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The Summoner stared at the smoke ready to envelop him. He was... Impressed. And clearly, defeated. He flipped back his hood, which had come back on in combat, and nodded at him. "Because... I'm not through here yet." Lightning fast, the floor underneath him gave way to a portal, and he sunk through before the cage could close in around him.
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Within a moment all the black smoke stopped, just stopped as Vincent stood there with an odd look on his face as he turned and looked at the back of his hand. "We need to go.. Now." He murmured as he grabbed Zumi's arm rather roughly, teleporting away within an instant. The Black Smoke lingered however, slowly being absorbed into the tower itself.. There was a reason it was so black after all, it was solidified smoke.
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Zumi couldn't even begin to make an argument back at Vincent and she had to bite her lip back as Vincent's demi-god strength left dark purple prints on her arm. She was undead, sure, but that didn't mean she couldn't bruise. However, before they left, she whispered a word in a weird language and the orbs she dropped in the room began to glow, shaking and vibrating, before exploding with multiple elements expanding from the small, glass objects.