Post by Mumiyoshi on Aug 28, 2009 17:57:17 GMT -5
[Ralph's charatcer] [Fourth Thread]
[8/20/09] [Page 596] [Post #24040]
Ok, that one worked. The pentagram reappeared, shattered and vaporised, while the doors came crashing off their hinges. Inconspicuous.
"Yes, it did have to be a kick," Kojirou pre-empted Xuanzang.
Inside, the Chapel was a mess. Blood splattered the walls; the corpses of various attendants lay scattered and deformed across the floor. Benches lay smashed and overturned; stands of varying description likewise. There was no one left living in the first part of the Chapel, in front of the screen. Beyond, however...
There were six figures. Four were practically identical. They stood at a staggering seven feet tall, but were extremely thin. Their backs currently to the entrance where Musashi and co. had just barged in (well, Musashi had barged in, the others were following), all that could be seen were their head-to-toe black robes and menacing scythes, held upright by grey, clammy hands with not enough flesh and too-long fingers. They stood in two rows of two, seemingly watching the other two figures still alive in the Chapel.
These two happened to be duelling in front of the altar at the far end of the Chapel. One, sadly, was clearly losing. He was tall but not extremely so, with straight blond hair and sky-blue eyes. He was dressed entirely in white, though with some gold trimmings to his outfit, which looked like some sort of ceremonial outfit for a fencer. Indeed, his weapon of choice appeared to be a long, thin rapier with a hilt reminiscent of a crescent moon. The blade of the weapon glowed with a pale, silver aura. The man's appearance suggested one which was usually prim and well-kept, but the fight was evidently taking its toll on him; his posture was sagging, he was breathing heavily and his hair was rumpled and untidy.
His opponent was considerably better for wear. He was also rather tall, maybe 6'6", and was as black as his opponent white. His short, close-cropped hair was black; his garb, consisting of a plain, long-sleeved shirt, trousers, boots and long, elegant cape, likewise. He also had a pair of black leather gloves upon his hand. His face was the only exception to this rule of black; his skin was pale, although not deathly so, and his piercing eyes a sanguine crimson. His weapon of choice was more peculiar than the fencer's; it too was a sword, but with a flat, slightly curved blade and a small, square hilt like a katana's. More oddly, he seemed to be in the habit of returning it to his sheath after every rally of blows; more oddly still, this sheath was located horizontally across his back, at belt level beneath his cape. The pair seemed to have reached a pause in the fight at the moment Musashi and co. entered; both promptly looked up to see what the commotion was. The blond-haired man's expression was wary but hopeful; his opponent's, surprised and... something else. Amused, perhaps? It was faint and hard to tell.
[8/20/09] [Page 596] [Post #24040]
Ok, that one worked. The pentagram reappeared, shattered and vaporised, while the doors came crashing off their hinges. Inconspicuous.
"Yes, it did have to be a kick," Kojirou pre-empted Xuanzang.
Inside, the Chapel was a mess. Blood splattered the walls; the corpses of various attendants lay scattered and deformed across the floor. Benches lay smashed and overturned; stands of varying description likewise. There was no one left living in the first part of the Chapel, in front of the screen. Beyond, however...
There were six figures. Four were practically identical. They stood at a staggering seven feet tall, but were extremely thin. Their backs currently to the entrance where Musashi and co. had just barged in (well, Musashi had barged in, the others were following), all that could be seen were their head-to-toe black robes and menacing scythes, held upright by grey, clammy hands with not enough flesh and too-long fingers. They stood in two rows of two, seemingly watching the other two figures still alive in the Chapel.
These two happened to be duelling in front of the altar at the far end of the Chapel. One, sadly, was clearly losing. He was tall but not extremely so, with straight blond hair and sky-blue eyes. He was dressed entirely in white, though with some gold trimmings to his outfit, which looked like some sort of ceremonial outfit for a fencer. Indeed, his weapon of choice appeared to be a long, thin rapier with a hilt reminiscent of a crescent moon. The blade of the weapon glowed with a pale, silver aura. The man's appearance suggested one which was usually prim and well-kept, but the fight was evidently taking its toll on him; his posture was sagging, he was breathing heavily and his hair was rumpled and untidy.
His opponent was considerably better for wear. He was also rather tall, maybe 6'6", and was as black as his opponent white. His short, close-cropped hair was black; his garb, consisting of a plain, long-sleeved shirt, trousers, boots and long, elegant cape, likewise. He also had a pair of black leather gloves upon his hand. His face was the only exception to this rule of black; his skin was pale, although not deathly so, and his piercing eyes a sanguine crimson. His weapon of choice was more peculiar than the fencer's; it too was a sword, but with a flat, slightly curved blade and a small, square hilt like a katana's. More oddly, he seemed to be in the habit of returning it to his sheath after every rally of blows; more oddly still, this sheath was located horizontally across his back, at belt level beneath his cape. The pair seemed to have reached a pause in the fight at the moment Musashi and co. entered; both promptly looked up to see what the commotion was. The blond-haired man's expression was wary but hopeful; his opponent's, surprised and... something else. Amused, perhaps? It was faint and hard to tell.
