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Post by Dracula on Aug 29, 2021 11:28:30 GMT -8
It was immediately when her first blow lunged. From his external vantage, he could easily notice the shift in the girl's demeanor. Evasion was replaced by direction and shallowness was replaced by intent. Utilizing a teleportation technique that was intended to always have proper spacing between Bount and Doll, Marius inverted intention and took his Doll's place right before the blow. The reishi spirit weapon plunged wholly within his chest. Without his Doll to support his flesh, he was torn through quite readily. His mouth hung agape in agonizing pain, it must've looked quite gory to her as she readied and unleashed a second attack on the corpse. Her stored reishi exploded forth and near completely bisected the man. He fell from the blade and collapsed to the ground.
When all was said and done, the Doll, whom was trapped in the barrier, escaped the same way he had the first time and reentered Marius's injured body. In an incredible and distinctly inhuman manner, Marius's wounds began to stitch back together. The Doll was absorbing all of the excess reishi left in the area and converting it into flesh and bone for his host. It was another imitation, or perversion, of the Quincy Blut techniques that Marius had developed with his new Bount condition. It couldn't be used regularly but if used properly, it was quite dramatic. Once repaired, the man picked himself up off the ground with a much more relaxed and pleased look on his face. He reached out and presented the girl with an aged bespoke oak box. It was ginto sealed, just like the door, with a Quincy cross keeping the seam closed.
"My apologies for the deception. I had to know you were ready for this sort of item before I handed it to you. I hope you understand why. This glove is not to be taken lightly and is reserved only for Quincy that have the will to see their convictions through to the end."
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Post by Meridith Sheppard on Sept 2, 2021 12:41:23 GMT -8
She was ready for the next round, but something was obviously wrong as her blade thrust in. It wasn't the obvious transparently Hollow form she sliced through, but something else, something that for whatever else was within it felt human.
She shifted back in time to see the two pieces hit the ground with a sickeningly wet noise. She didn't make a sound, everything on her went cold, but the blade in her hand flared just so a little more brightly.
This was to be expected, right? She had just thought that after all: I was ready to kill if I had to. And he made me, right? I tried, who wouldn't say so? But she knew that she wasn't looking for the absolution of others. Right and wrong weren't to be decided by what the feelings of other people. She didn't want this outcome, and so it had been wrong. Still, the creature the attack had been meant for remained within her barrier, and as such it fell to her to finish things properly.
She lingered, frozen momentarily by the realization, but not long enough to finish her rumination. He stirred, drawing a gasp from Meridith as she turned to stare at him. Two halves separated began to knit together, drawing together the broken and burned away parts into a singular entity. Meridith shifted another step back, uncertain, watching him but not interfering with the process.
Some part of her decided that if she had done it once, halving him again was doable.
The technique he performed to do it was alike something she had heard of but not witnessed but twisted. In fact, she was coming to conclude that everything about him was alike Quincy, but twisted in a way that deeply unsettled her. The peace she felt when faced with the monster was impossible to not feel some shade of now when she looked at him. But she was more than that feeling. She flinched just so when he reached out, but noticed the box in hand.
It stayed there a moment while he spoke, then she looked up to his eyes and nodded once, firm and resolute. She might not have made up her mind about what he was, but right now he was not her enemy. Even if she wasn't terribly pleased about the game, she understood that these were priceless Quincy relics, and to entrust her with them meant a great deal.
She bowed her head just so to him, extending a hand to take the box gently, studying the cross, the seal, the box in its entirety. This was it. For all that she had decided up to this point, this was the moment before her path was set. She would not be able to walk back a decision like this. She didn't raise up just yet.
"I understand, as unpleasant as it may have been, I'm grateful. I don't know really who or what you are, but I owe you a debt for this. Please, if there is any way that I might repay you, please let me know." Finally she raised her gaze back up to him, she didn't smile brightly as she might have in another moment but fixed him with a steady expression, earnest.
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Post by Dracula on Sept 2, 2021 16:28:22 GMT -8
Her demeanor had changed but this wasn't outside of the plan. She had gained a level of distrust for the man but a seed was not planted in her that he could use later. Repairing their relationship would be easy, crafting her into something that could kill shinigami would be tough. What little bit of humanity he still had felt guilt over the affair. What was left of Marius knew it was necessary. While Dracula took a sick satisfaction to the corruption.
"I believe I will, Lady Meridith. But do not mistake, I do not give you this glove in exchange for favors." He gave a sweeping motion over the armory. Its trinkets, garb, and machinery. Technology that anyone with a family would have. Support that only a clan could give. Marius was only one man and this was only one castle but together they represented the force of an army. "This place belongs to Quincy and since you are the first to have come here in four hundred years, I am of the mind that this room and all inside shall be yours."
Marius walked over to one of the reishi burning lanterns and pondered it for a moment. From the bottom, he pulled out a silver capsule which turned the lamp off. This was the fuel source, a tiny ginto cylinder stored with reishi placed their by another Quincy. The top of it was marked with a Quincy version of a Saxon rune. He handed the capsule out to her with a sort of concern shown on his eyebrows. "Do you know the Shadow technique?" She indicated not. "I have something similar. If you use the appropriate Ginto spell, this candle will turn on. I will know where you are and come to your aid. Take this and whatever else you want from this hold. Feel free to return at any time for any of its resources."
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Post by Meridith Sheppard on Sept 6, 2021 6:27:49 GMT -8
She eased as time continued to pass, just so. She would be wary of him, for now, and for the future, especially until she understood what he was but she didn't get the sense that he was dangerous to her. When he brought up that he would make sure to call upon her she nodded her head, she had meant it. She would repay the debt, he had at least been honourable with the arrangement if not for well, quite frankly, scaring the crap out of her.
Her eyes flitted over to the armoury as he gestured and she had to remember to swallow to prevent from drooling. It wasn't just a kind of greed but of deep curiosity. Her family had such a place, but the door on it was not locked so simply, and the retribution for opening would have been a lot worse than the simple horror that Marius had inflicted on her.
She stepped forward slowly, after him. "I'll happily use any resources you offer, perhaps other Quincy too in time will come here to arm themselves for their hunts," she offered. She wondered if he would like that, was there something else he had in mind?
She shook her head when he asked, she had in fact not even heard of it and added it to her list of things to try to figure out as she took the capsule from him, their fingers passing for an uncertain moment as she studied it, the rune, and put it safely away.
"I promise, I will use all of this with great care and for the purpose of my mission. Thank you for entrusting me with it," she said but there was so much more she wished to say. That encounter aside she felt like she was, for the first time in her life, being given the blessing for her hunt. This was another fellow, well, if not Quincy then something close to the same. And with their obvious age and experience, he was entrusting her with these relics.
She bowed instead of curtsy, which felt more appropriate in that moment and moved slowly to take in the sights of the relics and gather what she needed.
It was time for her hunt to begin.
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