The Begenning of an End(Adrea, Amika)
Adventurer
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Alias: The Usurper
Race: Human/Homunculus
Gender: Male
Age: Unknown
Clan/Family: Vargo
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Oct 14, 2018 19:54:36 GMT -8
Mordred Vargo
exercised his fury physically and would without meaning too, exert a force shield that would Physically repel Amika away from him violently. Entropic forces would swirl around the demon and sap her strength. This was simply a reactionary action rather than something blatant, Amika would know the difference. He stared wild eyed and ignored anything and everything around him. "I saw her again..." Madness gripped him then and dead white eyes, searched the shadows. He rose to his feet and muttered, "a dream...only a dream..." "Mika...?" He called out not knowing what and if any damage he caused but saw the wreckage of their camp he had made with his involuntary reaction. He began to focus then. Something caught his eye and he smelled a familiar scent upon the wind, perhaps, their wait was over. The time alone had allowed old demons to resurface within Mordred.
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Adventurer
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Alias: The Usurper
Race: Human/Homunculus
Gender: Male
Age: Unknown
Clan/Family: Vargo
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Oct 14, 2018 19:55:38 GMT -8
Amika
was pushed back, hitting a tree with a sickening crunch. She crumbled, sapped of her strength and power. She felt like she was under a giant weight. Her food was scattered everywhere. When he called her name, he would hear her trying to gasp for air like the wind was knocked out of her. She wondered what the hell hit her and what was the number of that truck.
Adrea
Well, he really meant it. He really was going to try and smash this little magic box thingy that plagued Adrea's every waking minute...and most of those minutes she wasn't awake. She probably should have known better than to tell him, he was a Vargo after all. He was her nephew after all. He was AFTER all always trying to prove he was stronger, better, more...more more of everything than everyone. She had told him of the hunters...well, part of the story about the hunters...okay so a very minute part about her history with the warlock and the box and the hunters. It was enough to get his curiosity up. His instinctive protective nature kicked in and his ego followed and voila he was bringing in a dame to show her just how powerful he really was...flexing his buff for the first buff bunny he could find. She'd been following them for some time, watching just to see if he really was heading east to find the crypt she'd sealed. She must have gotten too close because now he knew she was here. If she were alone she'd slither away from the two of them. However, as she'd warned him, where she went, they followed. The silver scar stretching from her scalp line on the back of her neck, down her neck and across her front shoulder served as a beacon for the huntsman and they had found her scent...but not on her....now it was on her nephew. "Hello in the camp," she called and step forward, grateful beyond measure that it was Mordred with her and not Alice.
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Adventurer
status: offline
Alias: The Usurper
Race: Human/Homunculus
Gender: Male
Age: Unknown
Clan/Family: Vargo
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Oct 14, 2018 19:56:14 GMT -8
Mordred Vargo
indeed was arrogant beyond compare and as he had vowed, he WOULD solve this issue that plagued the only member of his family he truly respected. He would have waited and set aside any and all woes to see her no longer troubled. His aunt Adrea. Always a loner. Ever the disdainful one of contact, forever not wanting to be swept up in his madness or that of the Vargo line. He stood and grew stoic at her call. He growled at Amika with a protective defensiveness. "Remember what I told you, she is here." Mordred smiled. The wicked man Tyran knew was shed almost instantly. Amika would see a different side of him. Like a child meeting a revered relative Mordred actually smiled without malice, or ill intent. "Aunty..." He called, dismissing any sense of self aggrandizing self importance. It was rare the boogeyman humbled himself, he did it so Amika would bear witness to just how impactful Adrea could be simply by re-introducing herself.
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Adventurer
status: offline
Alias: The Usurper
Race: Human/Homunculus
Gender: Male
Age: Unknown
Clan/Family: Vargo
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Oct 14, 2018 19:58:22 GMT -8
Amika
slowly moved to sit up. taking a moment to breathe as she made a mental note to not get close to Mordred when he's acting like that again. She wouldn't say anything at first as she would allow Adrea and Mordred to greet eachother. The change in Mordred to the woman was...amusing. But she wouldnt say anything about it. She remembered what Mordred told her before and would allow Mordred to lead the show
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Adventurer
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Alias: The Usurper
Race: Human/Homunculus
Gender: Male
Age: Unknown
Clan/Family: Vargo
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Oct 14, 2018 19:59:01 GMT -8
Adrea
's lavender eyes narrowed slightly as she looked him over from head to toe, examining him for only she knew what. "Nephew," she said as she looked over him. He'd had a dream...what kind of dream? Could he see them? There was more than one this time. Maybe three...the eerie flesh crawling sensation that told her this was way worse than the last encounter gave her to wonder if there weren't an army this time. When she was satisfied he was unscathed she turned her intense gaze to the girl. What the...now that she was face to face with the girl she had to wonder "Why the hell would you bring someone else...were you trying to ..." she bit her lip and shook her head. No matter, it was too late. The girl was here, Mordred had his reasons, and well they might be short on time. "We're short on time so formal introductions will have to wait," she said directly to the girl...and yes, Adrea was grateful for the shortness of time and not having to get to know the girl...that always led to hugging...what was it with the people and the hugging? She looked back to Mordred. "I don't think they are here for me this time. I can't explain it but they are targeting you now. " She pointed an accusing finger and winked at him...This was probably the only enemy to ever throw darts of ice right through her veins and yet she winked at him. "It's because you hugged me."
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Adventurer
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Alias: The Usurper
Race: Human/Homunculus
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Clan/Family: Vargo
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Oct 14, 2018 19:59:38 GMT -8
Mordred Vargo
defiantly he moved swiftly enough where even she could not avoid him and hugged his aunt again. He would quickly step away though with a devious grin. "Adrea, my little demon, Amika." He glanced at Amika but held his hand up silencing her before she could respond. "Let them come aunty, PLEASE...I need the distraction." He appeared stoic and unflinching but noted the troubled looked Adrea tried to conceal. Time was short as noted so he cut right to the point. "If they followed or can follow you, all the better, we don't need to keep looking." He glanced at Amika, and spoke to/about her, "I of all people trust her..." He grinned at his aunt, "I know... the hugging, I had to though. If I am bold enough to do that you know I am here to end what troubles you. You lead, we follow..."
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Adventurer
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Alias: The Usurper
Race: Human/Homunculus
Gender: Male
Age: Unknown
Clan/Family: Vargo
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Oct 14, 2018 20:00:50 GMT -8
AmikaToday at 10:38 PM
wouldn't have hugged her if they did the formalities. Slowly standing and brushing the dirt from her form. She nodded softly in greeting but said nothing. This was the meeting between nephew and aunt. She would glance outside the camp. Sensing something else out there, but not sure of what it would be. Her tail moved side to side, like a serpent.
AdreaToday at 10:51 PM
stiffened, clenched her fists, then relaxed as the hug was inevitable...even though death may have its own inevitable appearances tonight as well. The hug might scare her more than the death. With a sigh and a lowering of her lashes she returned the hug but took a breath of relief when it was done and he'd stepped away. She nodded to Amika at the introduction. "Oh good, your own personal demon...because everyone needs one of those. I'd get one myself but I don't like company." She turned her back to them, letting her senses have the full perimeter. Even in her human form, her ears twitched and her nostrils flared taking in every sound, every smell. Her eyes widened as she stared into the dark night around them. More than three but she could only see three. Let them come? She frowned at him. There went his ego. She looked back at Mordred. "You had to ask," she said and as though on cue, two huntsman entered the camp, one from before them and one from behind them. Both identical in their size, in their appearance. And now mirroring each other's movements...moving into position to trap the three of them between them...or at least hold them captivated while they others moved in.
AdreaYesterday at 10:57 PM
Their eyes were soulless, crystal blue and lethal looking taking in their target...and it wasn't Adrea. They had evolved to take out those she was close to, break her down by tearing them down. It was was she feared the most. Blonde hair flowed perfectly from perfectly chiseled faces. Muscles bulged beneath leather armor that seemed more like a body than actual armor. They were real but they were not...magically created and it was the magic that changed in them every time, Adrea defeated another one of them. Until now, she'd only faced them one at a time. Until now...she'd only been one against them, however. Each one wielded in one hand a sword and in the other a mace... that never had to touch its opponent, only get close enough to send out a bolt of venomous life sucking lightning.
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Adventurer
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Oct 14, 2018 20:01:14 GMT -8
Mordred Vargo
and then he became the devil among men. He had an ego for a reason. He was unbound and unbroken, had fell gods and legendary killers. This was personal, every ounce of preparation he would take and had took was for this lone moment. He would defend Adrea as if she were Rayelina. ~Only if I had the power I do now, no one would have touched you mother~. Something made him pause and tear up at the thought. The pause was long enough for one of the attackers from behind to swing their mace into his chest. A contingency spell woven into his robes caused the being made of magic mind you to recoil and stagger back as the blow glanced harmlessly off and away as it now looked upon the specter of death Mordred had become. "Kal dun aka sin tal kadir." He spat and splayed his finger's out wide. The force of the blow forced Mordred back but did not deter his concentration or call to his ancient arcane ability. With the words he spoke he wove a tapestry of black entropic energy laced tendrils about the one entity that had attacked him. Fight magic with Magic, perhaps that is why he was here. Fighting at the side of his aunt stroked his ego more than any past victory. The three would seem to form into a triangle. Mordred sought to capture one of the attackers as they needed information while Adrea destroyed them at her leisure. He knew what his little demon companion was capable of and knew she could defend herself or had better die trying. This was his aunt.
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Adventurer
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Alias: The Usurper
Race: Human/Homunculus
Gender: Male
Age: Unknown
Clan/Family: Vargo
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Oct 14, 2018 20:01:52 GMT -8
AmikaYesterday at 11:09 PM
moved quickly at the attackers came in. She unsheathed the sword the Baracus gave her. Moving to parry blows. Moving in an almost dance around Mordred. Defending him as well as Adrea. She swung her blade at one, missed. She felt the sting of their weapon upon her but chuckled as she turned around and blasted him with her fire. Igniting his clothes. A Human Torch. No Fantastic Four needed. She moved to protect Adrea next. Moving infront of her as the other would swing. She brought up her sword and blocked the attack. Using her boot to Fos Roh Dah him back.
AdreaYesterday at 11:21 PM
Before Adrea could warn them... and in hind sight, she probably should have opened up with the fact that their magic enabled them to absorb the magic of their opponents and then use it against them. They were mirrors of their opponents just as they were mirrors of themselves. Adrea had magic - it came with the Vargo blood - she just rarely used it. She'd used it against the huntsman. And she got the nice silver scar from the experience and gave them the beacon with which to find her. When the huntsman recoiled from Mordred's magic, he brought with him the knowledge of Mordred's magic. Their eyes even turned a dark purple and a deadly smirk parted their lips as the evolution of their tactics took hold. Amika's strike was true, and like the one facing Mordred, this one too absorbed her fire, burned and then like the Pheonix emerged unscathed, held his hand out and blew across his palm, showing her he'd now the same power as she - where the flame was concerned. Adrea arched a brow at Amika's protection. "You'd better focus on yourself," she cautioned. "It's not me their after this time."
(not ALL knowledge...they aren't that good...just this knowledge they've been shown)
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Adventurer
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Alias: The Usurper
Race: Human/Homunculus
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Oct 14, 2018 20:02:25 GMT -8
Mordred Vargo
was perhaps the most swift thinking individual in Tyran, years of staying alive and defeating nearly every type of opponent made him so. He noticed that whatever they were fighting adapted quickly. He would no longer use his arcane ability ON them in a direct manner but now by proxy to affect them. Again he called upon his necromantic lore and tore into existence a spectral wraith. Wailing and with a chilling howl, the wraith attempted to latch hold of the attacker that sought to adapt to Mordred's magic. The chill of the grave carried in the wake of the wraith and everything about it in a three foot radius did wither and die. Forced to maintain concentration to keep the wraith in check, Mordred dropped from his pocket a small charred bone, that would cause a barrier of thorny bone and sinew to erupt from the ground some fifteen meters both in height and width, imposing itself between the attacker and himself but still mentally allowing him to concentrate and control the wraith he summoned.(edited)
AmikaYesterday at 11:32 PM
also noted that they were using her magic against her. So she dropped her magic and continued to fight hand to hand. Getting some scrapes and cuts from near misses. She heard Adrea's words and nodded. No real time to respond as she brought her sword up again to perry.
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