Monday, December 4, 2006

Arriving at the abandoned house his sisters destroyed...
Casimir found himself in awe at the rubble. "They've really outdone themselves this time! I can barely recognize this place." As he wandered around Morana began looking around herself. "Your sisters did this? Tell me, what do they do exactly?" Casimir, barely paying attention to her, managed to answer as they began seperating. "Well, the one in charge, Carmen, is into like, those weird books and stone things I can barely read." "Runes?" "Yeah, and Camilla mixes up chemicals and junk like that. You know, like those mad scientists you see in the movies." They were out of view from each other, and Morana was able to think to herself. How could this have happened and I not felt it? It couldn't have been THAT long since my last encounter, so I can't be too rusty with this sense. Something...or somebody...is cancelling out this dark power. Her wandering was interrupted by a scream a few rooms away and rushed to see what had happened. She arrived in to see Casimir being held by a strange man, draped in black, with a cross on his necklace with the number 23 engraved on it. "So it was you two that killed my comrade." He said, grasping Casimir by the arm, and pointing at the corpse of the man Carmen had drained. "It's a shame he died such a meaningless death. Pity, Number 66 was our newest member. I suppose I'll have to avenge him..." He continued, throwing Casimir away toward the corpse and getting ready to fight Morana.

Wait...crosses with numbers...these are mothers henchmen... She clenched her fist and looked Number 23 in the eyes. "Please, we didn't kill him! We don't even know who you are!" Not listening, he drew his weapons. He pulled out two Sai from the small straps on his side, hidden, and prepared himself. "It's a pity I don't care. Fortunately for you, I'm the only one here, so I'll cut you a deal. You let me have the boy, and I may let you go. Refuse and..." He paused and began to have second thoughts on his offer. Tapping his chin with the tip of his Sai, he came to a conclusion. "Oh wait, it doesn't matter, he's dead either way!" He came charging at her at full speed, one Sai aimed at her, the other dragging along the ground causing small debris to fly everywhere.

Unexpectedly, Morana had dodged the attack and ended up on the opposite side of the room. "Impressive, but being agile alone will not help you!" He began the attack again, yet this time, he connected. Or at least, he thought he did, but just before connecting, light flashed before his eyes. Casimir couldn't tell what exactly what had happened, but he knew it couldn't be good for the man with the cross. Morana, as if by magic or some otherworldly force, had called forth a slim sword in the nick of time. It was thin, yet strong enough to hold Number 23's Sai back. Frustrated and confused, he backed off, only to see a completely different person. His prey, who's eyes once shone with innocent brilliance, now looked as if they belonged to a murderer, dull and cold. Her hair once braided now flowed freely behind her, once brown, now black. Regaining his composure, Number 23 began taunting. "It's no use, you'll never beat me, I'm 23 for a reason!" He began to sway from side to side, trying to coax Morana into attacking. She just stood where she was, sword in hand, glaring at him. Seeing his tactic fail, he began approaching her still swaying. A few steps later he started to dash. With each dash, he got closer and closer, and then suddenly, he vanished. Still not moving, Moarana simply held her sword backward, pointing it behind her, and waited. As soon as she did, she felt her sword penetrate flesh, and looked back to see that Number 23 had impaled himself. Coughing up blood, he uttered his last words. "Seems as the though I'm too fast for my own good. Heh, obviously not fast enough for you though..." Blood pouring out both his mouth and chest, he had one thing to say. "Tell me, who are you?" "Hmph, wretched man. I am Morana, daughter of Valdis, and I promise that you'll be seeing your comrades again..." She said as she drove her sword deeper into Number 23, the hilt nearly touching his chest now, blood squirting on her hand and arm. "Mora...na...that means you're..." "Remember my name on your trip to hell!" With that, she had lifted her foot and kicked the now lifeless body of Number 23 off her sword and into the air, spraying blood everywhere. Unfazed, she allowed herself to be bathed in the blood of her opponent and glanced at Casimir, with her eyes wide open. Slowly approaching him, he got up to meet her as well, not afraid of what Morana may have had ready for him. In a combination of fear and awe, Casimir found himself nearly speechless. "Wow..." He managed to say just that before Morana returned to normal, and passed out. The last thing she heard was Casimir. "Morana!" He said, not noticing the next day had come.

~To be continued~


Matt: What the hell? Where are we in all this?
Gabriel: Obviously not in today's script...
Matt: There's a script!?
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