Pain. Searing pain. That was all Arata felt, the Shackles wrapped tighter and tighter, never letting go. "What am I am doing?!" He screeched at the chains, trying to rip them off, to no avail. "P-please..." He stammered, "Just stop." But the chains didn't stop, and Arata staggered into a tree, sweating despite the freezing temperatures. Arata breathed ragged breathes, but he was still thinking abut rainbows... oh how he loved rainbows. But that just made the chains wrap tighter, they would not let Arata be good, the boy had to be evil. "N-no... please..!" Arata stammered, barely even able to walk. But the chains refused, and wrapped tighter and tighter, burning Arata with no remorse. Suddenly, Arata's eyes turned red, and his hair pitch black, "Fine!" He growled, "If this is what you want, then this is what you'll get." This put the chains at ease, they didn't wrap any tighter, but that didn't mean they would let go. As the angered Arata staggered threw the snow, he noticed a building, refuge. For a brief second, Arata's eyes and hair flickered blue, "Y-yes!" But the chains wrapped even tighter, and Arata's eyes turned red once again, and his hair black. By then, all of Arata's pacifist beliefs faded away, and all he wanted was chaos, and something told him that this building could help him inflict it. Arata trudged into the building, looking around for someone to talk to.
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Arata-
Lineage : Aspect of Jupiter
Position : None
Posts : 104
Cosmic Coins : 0
Dungeon Tokens : 0
Experience : 125
Character Sheet
First Skill: Shackles of the Damned
Second Skill: Incoming...
Third Skill:
SybilThe Star Child
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Lineage : Comet
Position : None
Posts : 1433
Guild : Sabertooth
Cosmic Coins : 39
Dungeon Tokens : 0
Age : 24
Experience : 5,657.5
Character Sheet
First Skill: Star Child
Second Skill: Arc of Time
Third Skill:
Heros are remembered but legends never die TAG @Arata WORDS 265 NOTES Welcome |
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Lineage : Silver Chaotica
Position : None
Posts : 915
Guild : ѕαναgє ѕкυℓℓ
Cosmic Coins : 0
Dungeon Tokens : 0
Experience : 1549.75
Character Sheet
First Skill: кєи иσ тѕυкαιтє [剣の使い手] – ωιєℓ∂єя σf ѕωσя∂ѕ
Second Skill: x
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The silence stood firmly in the air, causing even the average breathing of the pale haired female to heard as she stared through her red eye at the reflective surface which displayed her body. Her white outfit mingled perfectly with her hair and pale skin as she no longer wanted to break the mirror. Previously, just looking at the surface made her boil in rage, but now, she stood firmly. A smile crawled up to her face, a very sinister smile as she could see the monster within her and now accepted it.
Her footsteps echoed through the quiet guildhall which stood still as the cold wind danced around it, entering through the open doors. Her hair flew wildly as she stood unfazed. It was the figure that captured her interest. His black hair moved with the wind and his wild red eyes stared into the guild hall. She knew that the tiny guildmaster, Famine was there too; she didn't have to look at her to know, the scent was enough to make her aware. With a quick step, she immediately stood about two meters away from the stranger, "And who might you be?"
Her footsteps echoed through the quiet guildhall which stood still as the cold wind danced around it, entering through the open doors. Her hair flew wildly as she stood unfazed. It was the figure that captured her interest. His black hair moved with the wind and his wild red eyes stared into the guild hall. She knew that the tiny guildmaster, Famine was there too; she didn't have to look at her to know, the scent was enough to make her aware. With a quick step, she immediately stood about two meters away from the stranger, "And who might you be?"
Ꭷ TᕼE ᗰOᑎᔕTEᖇ YOᑌ ᖇᑌᑎ ᖴᖇOᗰ Iᔕ TᕼE OᑎE YOᑌ ᔕEE, Ꭷ
Ꭷ TᕼE ᗰOᑎᔕTEᖇ I ᖇᑌᑎ ᖴᖇOᗰ Iᔕ IᑎᔕIᗪE Oᖴ ᗰE. Ꭷ
Ꮎ ᗩᑎᑎOᖇᗩ ᗪᗩᒪTOᑎ Ꮎ ᗯIEᒪᗪEᖇ Oᖴ ᔕᗯOᖇᗪᔕ Ꮎ ᗷᗩᑎK Ꮎ TᕼEᗰE Ꮎ
Arata-
Lineage : Aspect of Jupiter
Position : None
Posts : 104
Cosmic Coins : 0
Dungeon Tokens : 0
Experience : 125
Character Sheet
First Skill: Shackles of the Damned
Second Skill: Incoming...
Third Skill:
The cold wind of Mt. Hakobe blew inside of the building, the harsh cold soothing Arata's burns, turning his hair and eyes blue once more. He wanted to greet the people with a smile and offer to bake them cookies, but the Shackles of the Damned would not allow Arata to do so, wrapping even tighter around his body. 'No...' He heard them whisper and the young man screamed, "Stop it! Stop it! Stop it! Just leave me the hell alone you damn things!" Fed up with this, Arata grabbed one of the Shackles and tried to pry it off, but that was a horrible mistake on his part, for the Shackles of the Damned started to burn even more, and anyone in the building would hear the horrible sizzle coming from Arata's hand as he tugged on the chain. "Fine! He shrieked, his eyes turning a deep crimson color and his hair midnight black, "Have it your way then!" Suddenly, one of the Shackles of the Damned slithered up Arata's left arm, and Arata grasped it, wielding the Shackle like a whip. "Chaos! Death! Suffering!" He shrieked, whipping the chain around, leaving small, snaking trenches where the Shackle connect with anything. As Arata whipped his chain around, the grip the chains had on him slowly loosened, and after a fifteen minute rampage, the chains would once again drag again the floor whenever Arata walked, and his hair would once again turn blue, along with his eyes. "I am terribly sorry about that." Arata said with a bow, "I am Akamine Arata, it is a pleasure to meet you all. May I ask where I-" But Arata did not have a chance to finish his sentence, because as he spoke, the chains wrapped, tighter, causing him to fall onto the ground, screaming and writhing in agony. But suddenly, Arata's hair turned red, and he stood up slowly, looking directly at Famine. "This. This is a Dark Guild Hall, correct? I will be joining, and if you need a demonstration of my abilities, I will provide as much." Arata walked out of the building, two chains coiling in each of his palms, and with a flick of each wrist, the chains seemingly flew out of his hands and one coiled around a tree, burning through it like a kinfe through hot butter, and as the trees were falling to the ground, each whip coiled around one like a screw, once again burning through the trees like a knife through hot butter. "Is that satisfactory?" Arata asked, "If not, I will gladly provide more, perhaps on a living creature this time..."
SybilThe Star Child
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Lineage : Comet
Position : None
Posts : 1433
Guild : Sabertooth
Cosmic Coins : 39
Dungeon Tokens : 0
Age : 24
Experience : 5,657.5
Character Sheet
First Skill: Star Child
Second Skill: Arc of Time
Third Skill:
Heros are remembered but legends never die TAG @Arata @Annora WORDS 206 NOTES Welcome |
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SolShadow of Death
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Lineage : Immortal Death
Position : Warlord of Superbia
Posts : 1384
Guild : Co GM of Onyx Moon
Cosmic Coins : 0
Dungeon Tokens : 0
Age : 35
Mentor : Nykyrian, Ballom The Poison Dragon
Experience : 2,005,532
Character Sheet
First Skill: Venom God Slayer 1st Gen
Second Skill: Shadow Dragon Slayer 2nd Gen
Third Skill:
The earth started to tremble lightly as two figures appeared at the door behind Arata, one was Sol with his glowing red eyes staring at the newcomer with a look of annoyance , beside him was a large metal monster towering over everyone in the guild as they stood guard over the door.”Sorry but you don’t get to say you join its not that easy” the slayer stated as he had his katana in his left hand and ready for action. Panzer was beside Sol bearing its teeth and was waiting for its master to give the command to attack.
Hearing Famine state that she couldn’t let Arata join the guild much less leave Sol looked to his guild master for a moment.”Should I get rid of him Master Famine” he asked as he flicked his sword out of its sheath a bit incase she gave him the green light to attack.
Hearing Famine state that she couldn’t let Arata join the guild much less leave Sol looked to his guild master for a moment.”Should I get rid of him Master Famine” he asked as he flicked his sword out of its sheath a bit incase she gave him the green light to attack.
“The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear, and the oldest and strongest kind of fear is fear of the unknown. Fear what you do not Know"
Gold Lacrima Ends 11/23/2020