A Soul-less Counterpart [Private | PvP | Marcy]

I HAVE BECOME DEATH

the destroyer of worlds

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Key Links:
Body of Clay
Luxuria
Mark of Lilith
Ramakrishna
The Ravenous Hand

HP: 300
MP: 100%
Melee Dmg: Unarmed melee damage is 15HP; armed melee damage is 21HP

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The last time she had been in this desert was with some man named Dmitry Kazanov. . . if that was even his real name. Not to mention, but it was also with one of the most annoying merchants on the entire planet, and she forgot what her name was. She did not have that great of an experience here, and as a result, the desert wasn't a favorable place to her. In fact, she wasn't even certain what had drawn her here specifically to this hellhole, just that she had wandered in. Now, she had to find her way out and she wasn't all too sure about which direction was the way out of this place. Surely, simply using her Turn to Ash ability would get her out of here, but that was a lot of work to cast. Using that was a big waste of time, unless she was truly lost and had no other way of getting herself out of there.

"Rama. . ." Marceline's succulent voice entered the air, arms appearing to squeeze the life out of the monster they held. "I'm afraid that we're a bit lost, and I'm not all too certain which direction is the correct way to go from here." Her worried eyes darted from one empty orientation to the next, her mind overworked to find their way back out. It was only when her eyes scanned over the terrain again did she notice a small figure in the distance moving around. Marcy's eyes narrowed as she took in what it was supposed to be, but from this distance she couldn't exactly tell. She pursed her lips and decided to advance on the moving object, using her Turn to Ash ability to get closer quicker. "Do you think they'll be able to help us?" she inquired after getting a bit closer to Mura and his spirit companions.

I HAVE BECOME DEATH

the destroyer of worlds

TAGGED: ...   |   WORDS: 318   |  NOTES: ...

The treasures were the last thing on Marceline's mind; in fact, they weren't even on her mind at all right now. Shiny things, silver, and gold, were not items that Marceline cared to look for, as she had the luxury of them in the past. If people were out here in the desert searching for such things, then it was clear that those people lacked intelligence. They were too far obsessed with the idea of collecting up precious items that they didn't care to look after themselves. Eventually, they would succumb to the heat in the desert, or starve to death, even die of thirst, and she would have to come back. She really didn't want to come back to this hellhole in order to decay and rot the lifeless body of the victim of luxury. Yet she knew that her master would send her back to the desert if he learned that someone succumb to the harshness of the wild.

Birthing from the ash that had swallowed her up from the beginning, the immortal woman stood before Mura, Kyuken, and Zirconis. Her eyes flashed from the mage to his companions in what seemed like a quick look-over before settling back on Mura. In her arms was the wild, vicious creature that she had been talking to earlier, and around her, soul collectors fluttered. These insect-like spirits would move toward Zirconis and Kyuken in order to capture them in their tails and bring them back to Marcy. However, with each swat of the tail, these lazy beasts would come to realize that they could scoop these spirits up. Marceline gave a sly, yet charming smile to the young man standing before her and her pet "dog," trying to appear sweetly. "Excuse me, but do you know how to get out of this desert? I seem to have gotten lost in the long wasteland of sand," she spoke up.

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I HAVE BECOME DEATH

the destroyer of worlds

TAGGED: ...   |   WORDS: 485   |  NOTES: ...

He was silent and that was something Marceline didn't like about her prey; the ones that never talked were the most boring. Sighing, the woman would take a step closer to him, walking around him in a circle, like she was eyeing him up. No words came from her mouth while did this, merely watching as Zirconis and Kyuken dealt annoyingly with her insects. Her lip curled up in a snarl and she snapped her fingers, beckoning for the insects to come back to her side. Afterward, her gaze would settle back down on Mura, then flutter over to Kyuken with a look of disgust, followed by Zirconis. She didn't like those two spirits next to Mura; there was something about them that deterred her from taken them here and now. It was like that had some sort of spiritual connection to the mage, and she didn't like that they had that.

At long last, that young mage had spoken to her, a voice far from what she figured he would have used to speak to her. A smirk splayed across the Coming Storm's lips, like a devilish smirk of knowing exactly what she was doing with him. She reached a hand upward and ran it through her hair, flicking the strands over her shoulder and smiling more. "Well, if you just wanted to know who I was, you should've asked sooner than you had," she stated with a fake giggle. "In fact, I'm a bit surprised that you don't know who I am; my face is all over papers in the large cities, like Magnolia." Marceline winked at Mura and got a little closer to him, reaching out to touch his arm, like she was about to comfort him. "To many, I am known as Miss Fortune. . . Mr. Unlucky. . . but if you're smart enough, you'll realize who I truly am. . . Death."

Her eyes would light aglow with a red hue, the pupils dilating to slits as her lips neared Mura's ear for a whispering. "My name is Marceline Anicetus; remember it, for those are the last words that will ever leave your lips," she murmured to him.
Moving her hand from his arm to his chin, she would attempt to make him look at her, to look directly into her eyes. Knowing him though, he would likely have figured it out by now that she was not a person to reckon with anymore. If he looked into her eyes the moment she forced him to, he would come to see one of the most terrifying images of his life. He would be forced to live the most painful way he could imagine himself dying, and relive it each time he looked into her eyes. All of this would happen in a matter of seconds, and Marceline would pull away from him in the end and dance away.

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Evil Eye:

I HAVE BECOME DEATH

the destroyer of worlds

TAGGED: ...   |   WORDS: 474   |  NOTES: ...

She stared at the young mage in contemplation, but whether their eyes continued to meet was up to Mura's own reactions. As a Coming Storm, her name was out in the world, though she had never once though that people would actually know of her. In fact, she hardly did anything, other than pillage villages and rape their men and women out of pure entertainment. Now that she thought about it, perhaps it was that alone that gave her her name in the country, and fear from its people. None of that really mattered to her, she was simply doing things that entertained her while she was out doing errands for Death. Before long, she'd get bored again and go out to do other things than to pillage towns and cties and rape its citizens. To be honest, she preferred mutilating them with her decay magic far much over raping them and having a high, ole time.

"I hope you don't go down that easily," she murmured in a contemplative manner, placing a slender finger to her lips in thought. "In actuality, all of my victims were rather boring to take down, as they always succumbed to my magic faster than I wanted them to. . ." She heaved a saddened sigh and let her ravenous eyes drift back to the figure of Mura and gave him a small smirk. "If you hold out longer than the rest of them, perhaps I'll keep you has a playtoy then, something to keep me entertained when I'm bored. After all, I do get bored with all of the treasure hidden in my castle; I own everything you can think of in this world." A shrug of her shoulders and she would focus her attention fully onto Mura again, the smile never leaving her lips. When he challenged her, she merely shrugged, figuring that despite what he was saying, he wouldn't last long.

Marceline blinked her eyes as she watched Mura merge Kyoken into his katana and cause a gust of wind to stir up. She stared at the gust in confusion and amazement at its strange coloration, tilting her head a little to admire it. However, the second it was too close to her, the woman's body fell away into what looked to be a million or so flecks of ash. This allowed for the slash to pass right through her without ever harming her, and when it was over, she reformed. Marcy clicked her tongue at the Fairy Tail mage, shaking her head slightly and smirking even wider at him. "Do you really think that your measley spell is going to hurt something that can control Death, Himself?" she inquired. Her hand raised upward and a series of vortex-like holes popped up around Mura, in which rats poured out from and headed straight for him.

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Evil Eye:

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I HAVE BECOME DEATH

the destroyer of worlds

TAGGED: ...   |   WORDS: 889   |  NOTES: ...

Marceline only smirked when Mura went off about how cliche it was that Coming Storms slaughtered innocents and muttered about their wrongdoings. She could only smile at this because not long before she had encountered this legal mage, she was teasing and arguing with Kite Wilhelm over the cliche acts of legal mages. Now, Mura was complaining of the same thing, but this time around it was how dark mages always slaughtered and disobeyed the rules of the Magic Council. The Magic Council was jank, however; a powerless section of the government, who couldn’t do much more than complain about legal mages being similar to dark mages. After all, how many more legal mages secretly killed innocents under the noses of their guild masters? They were no better than dark mages in the end. Crossing her arms below her bust, the woman frowned at the shaman, clicking her tongue a little at his muttering of stereotypes and cliches. He was an interesting person, most certainly, but he wasn’t anyone that the young enchantress couldn’t handle in the long run.

“You know, legal mages are no different,” the woman retaliated, moving a hand from its place on her arm to flick her raven-feathered hair over her slender shoulder. “They always go out of their way to save the day, to save the damsel-in-distress, or to save a kitten out of a tree. Don’t you see? You’re cliche, too.” The smile wavered on her lips from the frown it was currently was to a devious smirk that said she was entertained by this conversation. A shift of her hips and her glowing, red eyes were upon the shaman once more, her hand resting back in its place on her upper arm. “All of you go out of your way to be something you’re not; a hero that’s liked by all of the townspeople, only because of your actions. These people that you fool don’t know a goddamn thing about who you really are, they simply believe that you’re some superhero come to save the day.” Her frown had turned from that smirk into a snarl, her fingernails digging into the soft flesh of her arm, peeling away what looked like shavings of clay.

She tilted her head a little when she noticed that Mura had become intrigued by something she had said earlier to him. The very fact that she owned everything in the world, all of it hidden away in her treasury, was something that caught the boy’s attention. Marcy cocked an eyebrow and the smile returned to her lips, once again entertained by how the former legal mage reacted. “Oh, yes, I own everything there is to know on Earthland, and it’s all hidden in my castle, where no one is able to get to it.” Sticking her tongue out of her mouth, the woman danced away from Mura, letting the rats that popped out of the vortexes make their way over to him. In a matter of seconds, the man would be preoccupied by what was going on at his feet, rather than paying attention to his assailant. This was where she took her advantage and moved back behind him, so that he was not able to see where she was standing at.

However, she was taken aback when the mage began to spin in a circle, stirring up the settled sand and causing a few of her rats to be flung away. This angered her and a dark expression crossed her features, a hand following into the air, gathering ethernano into the palm of her hand. Yet, this ethernano was not like any other; no, this ethernano was the source of life and what left one’s body after one died. When enough of the ethernano had been gathered, the woman was lifted into the air by an invisible force, all the while watching the bluish air slashes. Around her, eight magic circle-like portals appeared at her sides and under her feet, and from them came a burst of energy. This energy zigzagged through the air, until they collided with one another and created one very large (10-meter) beam that engulfed the slashes. A bright light flashed around them and the air slashes could visibly be seen disintegrating in the brilliance of the magic beam.

Once the spell had been annihilated, Marceline raised her hand again, as if she was going to cast another spell, but instead of casting a spell, her pet attacked. Ramakrishna dashed toward Mura and his spirit companions, carried across the ground at a fast speed due to his tiny paws. At his mouth, an orb of shadow gathered in a whirlpool-like swirl, until it was tightly compacted into an orb at the tip of his maw. When he was close enough to Mura, the aquatic-land mammal released the orb, which split off into smaller orbs to attack various points on his body. The beast would not stick around long and would shadow travel just out of reach of Mura, sitting down to clean at his paws. Marceline smirked defiantly at her opponent, being brought back down to ground level, her arms crossed underneath her bust. “Go ahead, throw all of your spells at me; waste your mana because the longer you stay near me, the less and less you’ll have!” she laughed aloud.

”Stats”:

”Evil Eye”:

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”Chaos Rush”:

I HAVE BECOME DEATH

the destroyer of worlds

TAGGED: ...   |   WORDS: 467   |  NOTES: ...

Mura's rambling of equality was uninteresting to her, which caused the Grim Heresy mage to yawn and cover her mouth with a hand. She turned her head away a little, as if to express that she was utterly bored with how he tried to compare dark and legal mages. Instead, she looked back to the shaman and watched as a he raised a barrier-like aura and blocked the aquatic animal's attack. Tilting her head a little, she curiously observed the magic that the man displayed, studying what it could and couldn't do. When the shadow orbs had passed through the barrier, they were instantly annihilated, but whether the shield stayed up, she didn't know. A smile played across her lips and she thought that she could do the exact same thing, too, only much cooler. However, he hadn't yet made an attack on her, so she wouldn't make a move to display her magical possibilities.

The second that he had summoned iron orbs that shifted into needles and were flung at her, Marceline drew upon her lineage. In a matter of seconds, an adamantium shield appeared at her side, stripped diligently to her arm, where she drew it in front of her. His summoned needles would implant themselves into her shield, but otherwise, would leave her unharmed by his spell. Her smirk never left her lips, too amused by the fact that he was not able to get a single hit on her yet. However, she couldn't be too cocky, or else she would end up getting in the way of being able to win this battle. "You know, messing with a person who controls both life and death is likely not the best of ideas," she stated. Raising a hand, energy emitted from the palm, flying down into the ground, where three skeletal beings rose to stand around her.

They took on a guarded stance, but other than that, they did not wield shields or weapons of any sort; they simply stood there. Her minions were nothing more than beings who were fleshless, meatless, just bones that rattled in the wind. However, they would stand there and protect her when it was needed, making sure that Mura could not get to her. She had aces up her sleeves, but soon, she would run out of them and then what would she be left with using? Marceline had to watch what she was doing, make sure that she could keep those aces up her sleeve and use them only when necessary. Mura, she did not know entirely what he was capable of, especially since he could control and wield souls at his disposal. What if he tried using the souls that were stored into her being, that allowed her to function and work as a normal human?

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Reanimate:

I HAVE BECOME DEATH

the destroyer of worlds

TAGGED: ...   |   WORDS: 459   |  NOTES: ...

All that the magus could do, while waiting to see Mura's reaction to her defense against his spell, was smile wickedly. She still stood guarded, the massive adamantium shield settled in front of her to protect her from anymore attacks. It would not last much longer, but she knew that she could at least get out an additional spell protection before it faded. However, it would be up to Mura on how quickly he attacked her; then again, she had minions standing poised beside her. He would be far more distracted by those minions than to be focusing on the magus who happened to control them. Yet, as she watched him, the iron that had been used to create the needles gathered at a point in front of the squad. Marceline frowned at the gathering of the iron, observing how it built up into a lance-like creation in front of her.

Slamming the shield into the dirt, it would sound as if the adamantium had smashed into wooden or concrete flooring. The sound echoed into the empty atmosphere, but a sudden warcry was raised into the air following the shield's beckoning. While it didn't sound so much as a warcry, the minions that once stood guarding Marceline now charged Mura. Their hands were raised into fists, as these creatures were not able to wield any type of weapon other than their fists. As they reached Mura, the skeletal beings would attempt to bash their fists into the sides and face of the Fairy Tail mage.

"You have to understand, child; when there is a fight between another and myself, I will not back down until I am the last one standing," she called out. Reaching with one hand behind the shield down to her belt, she unhooked the whip that was wrapped at her side.

Raising her hand, the whip came flying out toward the other magus, aiming to latch its blades into his skin. Once it hooked onto him, the weapon would begin to drain the needed energy out of the mage, until none of it was left. Flames would rise up around Mura and envelop him, the feeling of burning alive coursing through his veins. However, the second that this ability was over, the flames would die down until noting is left, but leaving a soul burn in the end. Marcy would pull her whip back at that point, letting it drag back to her side, where it curled around her feet like a snake. She would not hesitate to launch another attack, though, her whip reaching out to once against snake around Mura. Again, the blades would attempt to dig into his skin as it wrapped around him and held him in place, piercing his skin.

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Reanimate:

Soul Burn:

I HAVE BECOME DEATH

the destroyer of worlds

TAGGED: ...   |   WORDS: 464   |  NOTES: ...

Moving her arm away from her, she summoned the shield back to her side, letting the metal clasp back around her arm. She would not let Mura take ahold of her when she was at her finest; the spirit magus would go down before she did. Grinning wildly, the woman watched as Mura charged into battle against the skeletal beings, only to be pushed back by her whip. However, as expected by the summons, the creatures were quickly annihilated by the likes of the young man. Marcy would summon more, she thought, but she didn't want to waste her magical power when it was already quite low. For now, she would have to suffice with fighting with her weapon and utilizing Ramakrishna to the best of her ability. Blinking her eyes, the woman was quickly dragged from her reverie and back into the real world, focusing on Mura.

Somehow, the magus had gotten from the ground to the sky in the time of her thinking and it slightly confused her. Tilting her head a little, the woman decided on what she wanted to do about the Fairy Tail mage now that her summons were down. She didn't have much time to think, though, as Mura had already planned an attack ahead of time and was launching it at her. Frowning, she raised the shield in front of her, letting the blade collide with the sword as he rammed his weapon into it. Lowering her shield, she smirked at Mura, unscathed, and raised her hand, sending the blades of her whip at him. Again, they would attempt to wrap around the magus and hold him tight, so that he would not be able to use his weapon. This left him useless and under her control, where she would be able to attack him as much as she needed.

As they stood there, staring each other down, Marceline would raise a hand and an orb of death energy appeared in her palm. Curling her fingers, she'd flip her hand around, so that her palm was now facing toward the shaman and his companions. A beam would emit from the orb that was held tight in her hand, racing toward Mura in the hope of dealing damage to him. More so, an aura of sparkles seemingly radiated around the woman that amplified any of her attacks by 50% Marceline let out a dark laughter, one that sounded as if it was coming from a maniacal woman with no sense of sanity. That wasn't far off to the true description of the woman, who stood before Mura with nothing more than that thought of slaughtering him. Death was on her mind and she would not stop until he was on the unconscious or even lifeless for that matter.

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Misery:

Rapture:

I HAVE BECOME DEATH

the destroyer of worlds

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The mark on her back pulsated with a purplish glow, feeding off the anger that resided both inside of Mura and her. On the second pulsation, a cry released from her lips and wings peeled out from her backside, spreading wide around her. Her clothes shifted from the black leather halter top to a bone-like armor encasing her chest with clips that hooked onto a bikini-like bottom. From the middle of her thighs down the middle of her feet, a bone-like substance coated her legs as a means of protection. Lastly, an arrowhead-pointed tail snaked its way from behind her backside to flick around at her side mischievously. She smirked wildly at Mura when he was wrapped inside of her weapon, tilting her head a little and baring long canines. "I love a man who puts up a struggle," she spoke seductively to him, her wings moving to settle down in front of her.

"But why don't you just settle down and let me take care of this, hm?" she inquired next, bracing herself for his attacks. "I don't think you understand the severity of what you're getting yourself into because no matter what, you will not win." Again, the vortexes would appear around Mura and her, allowing for rats to piling out of them and rush the shaman (120HP dmg). However, while this was happening, he actually had managed to land a decent hit on her (-50% dmg), but the second he got too close, a barrier wrapped around her. His strikes would still go through, but due to their magically enhanced power, it would be reduced in damage toward her. With wings wrapped around her, they were her only protection from getting directly hit by the magi's strength and power. As a result of his attacks, however, some of the rats began to die off, their life being siphoned by Marceline's aura.

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Rapture:

Lilin of Lilith:

Plague of Locusts:

Contagion:

I HAVE BECOME DEATH

the destroyer of worlds

TAGGED: ...   |   WORDS: 314   |  NOTES: ...

"You might not be done yet, but with each hit that you throw at me, I'm only going to come back stronger!" she yelled at him. However, as she watched him, she would notice that there was a change in his demeanor as well as his appearance. The rats would keep away from him, filling her up with power until she was fully healed from the damage taken by Mura. She wasn't sure what to make of it, but she would not let her guard down and she would make sure she came out alive. This magus, as strong as he was, would not stand a chance against the power that she displayed, she could tell. He was already growing weak from her attacks, yet something was preventing her from killing him off entirely. Ripping her whip free of him, the woman would backlash his attack with her own, flinging the thong of her whip at him (28.5HP).

In a matter of seconds, as the mimicked Kyuken came flying at her, Marceline's body would disintegrate into ash. The specks would float apart as the visage slammed through them, dealing no damage to the woman when it happened. Marcy reappeared behind Mura, lashing out her whip again in hopes of getting another nick in his skin for attacking her. "You can't win a fight if you can't even land a hit on your opponent! You're a weakling! You don't have a chance against the likes of me!" she yowled out. A grin was wide on her lips again, excitement showing in her eyes as she ready herself for whatever attack he planned. Breathing in deeply, the woman would yank back her whip and draw it to her side, eyeing Mura up and down. Lastly, she would lay down the weapon again, aiming to hook its blades into the man's skin and rip it apart (28.5HP).

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Rapture:

Lilin of Lilith:

Plague of Locusts:

I HAVE BECOME DEATH

the destroyer of worlds

TAGGED: ...   |   WORDS: 336   |  NOTES: ...

Another smirk drew across her lips, one that was more maliciously intent than the ones that had been before it. Her clawed fingers raised upward in the air, then came down in front of her, with her index finger pointed straight at Mura. "How many times have I told you now that you cannot touch what can't be killed?" she inquired in a voice that was darker than before. The smile remained on her lips, finger pointed at Mura, as if she was waiting for him to answer, but in the end, she wasn't. With a single flick, her wrist went from where it was straight in front of her off to the right side of her body. One long, death energy slice had appeared in the air like a slash of a sword's blade through the air and straight at Mura (-45HP + -5%HP from her UA). However, she wasn't paying much attention to his actions and it resulted in Mura being able to attack her in the end.

The blades of wind or whatever they happened to be made out of came crashing down upon her and pushing her back. She was not able to feel them cut into her body, though, let with rather large gashes across her chest cavity and arms. Marceline was angered, but there wasn't much that she could do other than hope that her former spell managed to hit Mura. Now that he was getting attacks on her, it wouldn't be long before he was draining her of her own health rather than her draining his. Dust fluttered around her, though overall, she remained stationed where she had been pushed back by the slashes. When the dust fluttered out of her view, she came face to face with Mura again, whether he was down or up. If he was down, she'd smirk and leave the scene, so that he could rot in the desert with the rest of them; if he was still standing, she'd prepare for a fight.

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Lilin of Lilith:

Plague of Locusts:

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