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timeandtides_backup2010-09-30 12:30 am
whitesuited) wrote in timeandtides_backup2010-09-30 12:30 am
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[Log] Clash of Titans
Characters: Famfrit, Rufus, Adrammelech
Progress: Ongoing
Summary: Famfrit wants the stone Rufus is in possession of, Rufus is having none of it. In the middle of their clash of wills, something wakes.
Location: Rufus's estate, Lindblum Theater district
Date: Forward dated to several hours after Rufus is aware of Tseng's arrival. (Thus a good 2-3 days from now)
Warnings: Violence, language, possible gore, will lock afterward if so.
Leaving the Fang to guard the foyer of the estate since there were no Turks currently present to tend to that task, Rufus settled into the chair behind the desk he'd chosen to work behind for the time being. He had plans to consider and work on and details which needed to be gone over once again to make certain that his plans would succeed, even if a certain foul-mouthed pilot tried to interfere with them via bad mouthing him.
And there was the small addition of new-promised power to take into consideration, as well as just how to properly access and use it. Just grabbing it outright was tempting but while rising to power quickly was pleasant to think of, he knew that such a thing would just lead to an even quicker downfall. Best to take ones time and proceed cautiously as one could in obtaining such a position. Let it be to late for anyone to sabotage his ascent and there would be nothing they could do about it but watch.
As for the fool threatening to remove the so-called "holy stone" from his possession, Rufus would deal with him should the man show his face. Let him face the Fang, four Turks as well as himself and he would quickly wish he'd left well enough alone. Even without his Turks, he was not to be underestimated; he could damn well defend himself without them. If things did get too heated, he thought himself perfectly able to inflict some kind of handicap on anyone foolish enough to attack him so that he could put distance between them and himself long enough for him to call in one or more of his Turks.
Progress: Ongoing
Summary: Famfrit wants the stone Rufus is in possession of, Rufus is having none of it. In the middle of their clash of wills, something wakes.
Location: Rufus's estate, Lindblum Theater district
Date: Forward dated to several hours after Rufus is aware of Tseng's arrival. (Thus a good 2-3 days from now)
Warnings: Violence, language, possible gore, will lock afterward if so.
Leaving the Fang to guard the foyer of the estate since there were no Turks currently present to tend to that task, Rufus settled into the chair behind the desk he'd chosen to work behind for the time being. He had plans to consider and work on and details which needed to be gone over once again to make certain that his plans would succeed, even if a certain foul-mouthed pilot tried to interfere with them via bad mouthing him.
And there was the small addition of new-promised power to take into consideration, as well as just how to properly access and use it. Just grabbing it outright was tempting but while rising to power quickly was pleasant to think of, he knew that such a thing would just lead to an even quicker downfall. Best to take ones time and proceed cautiously as one could in obtaining such a position. Let it be to late for anyone to sabotage his ascent and there would be nothing they could do about it but watch.
As for the fool threatening to remove the so-called "holy stone" from his possession, Rufus would deal with him should the man show his face. Let him face the Fang, four Turks as well as himself and he would quickly wish he'd left well enough alone. Even without his Turks, he was not to be underestimated; he could damn well defend himself without them. If things did get too heated, he thought himself perfectly able to inflict some kind of handicap on anyone foolish enough to attack him so that he could put distance between them and himself long enough for him to call in one or more of his Turks.
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"" Famfrit roared as a torrent of water began to spew forth from the magical pitcher. If he had to drown this entire mansion in misery, then so be it. The Lucavi was hell bent retrieving that stone before daybreak.
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Coughing what water he'd swallowed up, he looked up toward the direction he'd come from through soaked and clinging blond hair. With that between him and the two viable ground exits that he knew of, he was strained in the way of any retreat which wouldn't run the risk of him injuring himself further on its use. Even if he hadn't lost the damn gun, it would be useless to him as soaked as it no doubt would be by now.
If it wasn't for the fact it was a waste of precious breath, he'd curse the situation soundly. No chance of anyone coming by in the last minute and providing a reprieve either. The unexpected warmth coming from the stone he held so tightly distracted his thoughts and his watch for either more water or the demon following him down the hall. Opening the clenched hand to eye the stone he noted absently the pointed end at the top had broke the skin of his palm due to him holding it so tight, but he didn't think that was the cause of the sudden warmth. It was also glowing about as brightly as it had previously when he'd confronted the thing down the hall, a fact which made him give that direct another quick look.
"God Stone bearer, with me now do treat."
Well. That was unexpected. If it hadn't been for the obvious difference in the voice which spoke, he'd almost think the demon which had attacked him had spoken in another bid for the stone.
"Your spirit and my flesh as one shall merge. Life undying yours forevermore."
"What's the catch?" The words were sarcastic, if a little low and rough sounding. He didn't really expect a reply to the question and even if one had come, he likely would have missed it as his attention shifted from the stone now fairly hoovering over the open palm to the sound of moving chain and something else heavier coming down the hall toward him.
"Your resentment and wrath, their call I heed. And so once more I ask: With me do treat."
It was possible in a manner of thinking that this was how one actually accessed the power the stone was said to have. Which was the entire reason he'd desired to keep the thing in the first place...and also why he was currently listening to something which fully intended to kill him, and seemed rather capable of actually doing it, in order to claim it.
In other words he had pretty much everything to lose if he refused and possibly much to gain if he accepted. Not exactly a hard choice in this situation. "Yes, I'll 'treat' with you."
"Adrammelech, the Wroth,have I been named. Your plea to answer now my only wish."
With little to no warning to the lone other figure in the hall, Famfrit's destination was suddenly filled with a near blinding emerald light, blotting out the sight of the young man who had been kneeling on the floor.
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Only Ultima, at her full power, can bring ruin to this realm. She was the most powerful of the Scions of Darkness, as well as the most beautiful being despite her black heart. Eagerly awaiting for the day mankind shall be no more, Famfrit foolishly let his guard down as he approached. The man looked liked a drown rat, unable to rise or barely move. It humored him greatly to see this prideful little man crumble before him. However, once the stone's glow intensified, the behemoth stopped cold in his tracks.
"" The pact was being made between this feeble brat and the stone. "" Spatting the accursed demon's name like a curse, Famfrit was just about to strike until a blast of emerald engulfed Rufus.
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"" After all the hell Rufus put him through, he had a right to kill the bratty boy, but now the Wroth stands where the boy once was. "" Drawing back his ewer again, Famfrit went on the attack.
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A rumbled sound of displeasure filled the hall as Famfrit went on the offensive. "" Drawing his limbs closer to him, he began building up his own power within his body before releasing the Thundaja spell onto Famfrit's form and vessel.