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Post by thomasthane on Sept 24, 2006 0:24:41 GMT -5
::It did not take him long to return to the scene of the crime, after having reassured gant that he was fine, he had only merely been detained for the duration of the torturing of lance...he returned to that horrid room and sniffed a bit..wondering...something seemed out of place as he looked around, wether it was the blood around he couldn't be sure..but he wondered...what happend to gracia ?? He ducked around and glanced under tables and such and didnt see too much..::
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Post by Gracia Rodello on Sept 25, 2006 19:08:57 GMT -5
There was nothing left behind of gracia except a handprint that had clutched the table. There were burn marks along the ground as if whatever it was that had come through had been set onfire, the ashes scattered accross the ground.
Along the hallways a echoed sound of steps and screams.
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Post by lance on Sept 25, 2006 19:18:17 GMT -5
When he came to, he was lying on a cot. His wounds had been bandages, and his head was cloudy with pain-killing drugs... but regardless, he rolled off the bed, onto his bare feet. Stealthily, he slipped out of the room... he seemed to be in some sort of healing ward.
Footsteps. He slipped back inside the room until the healer moved by, and then dashed down the corridor...
He arrived in the dungeon. Found Thane there, and little else but chaos. In a hoarse voice, he managed to utter.
"Where is she?"
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Post by thomasthane on Sept 26, 2006 11:30:15 GMT -5
::looked back at lance and shook his head slightly, at the sad state the boy was in..but then he croaked it out:: " Do nae know..Came back, she's gone now...looks like by force too..nae less..."
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Post by lance on Sept 26, 2006 12:04:18 GMT -5
Head was turned slowly, cold slate gaze boring into Thane.
"You and I have a score to settle as well, it seems."
A reflective pause. Eyes would sweep the room once more for possible clues as to where Gracia had been spirited away to. His hands curled into fist, knuckles cracking rapidly and loudly. Back to Thane.
"But that will apparently have to wait."
Something was definitely different about Lance. His gaze was hollow, features slack. He padded across the floor, to the frame of the door, fingers tracing over the bloody handprint. Sticky. Cooled.
"We'll save her..."
An eerie smile lit his lips.
"... and then... she pays."
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Post by Gracia Rodello on Sept 29, 2006 13:24:52 GMT -5
A howl outside the walls, some creature roared with an unnamed emotiono as it scurried through the woods. Left behind only traces of her frock and blood at the trees.
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Post by lance on Oct 2, 2006 10:01:22 GMT -5
He did not wait for Thane's reply, once the howl was heard. Automation took over, and he was sprinting out of the dungeon in the direction of that foreboding sound.
He was still weak. Every inch of his skin blazed with pain as his exertions stretched the scar-tissue. Fresh blood dripped freely from re-opened wounds. But he held onto that pain for dear life, running, and running...
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Post by Gracia Rodello on Oct 9, 2006 2:23:18 GMT -5
Impossible it seemed as from within the darkest part of the woods yellowed eyes peered out. Maybe these were the culprits? As a number of them in two's began to open and watch with solemnity at the figure running about, the scent of his blood dripping and his weakening body making their bodies tense.
As with most wild animals they tended to seek out those that were weakened, but just how weakened was he. Still Gracia was nowhere to be found, but small bits of clothes and some type of blood was left behind in her wake. As if something had hurtled through the Woods and dragged just beyond.
The baying of the wild animals as they watched the slender figure of Lance's run about.
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Post by lance on Oct 9, 2006 12:50:03 GMT -5
He may have been weak and unarmed, but he was far from helpless. His sprint slowed and then came to a halt as he looked into the darkened brush... hate-filled eyes sweeping back and forth to determine where they greatest concentration of predators lay. The trail was easy enough to follow, and so a brief pit-stop could be afforded.
Hands were raised before his chest, fingers intertwining rapidly, and then with his ragged voice he cried out.
"Katon: Gokakyu no Jutsu!" (Fire Release: Great Fireball Technique)
Air was pulled into his lungs until his chest was fully expanded, imbued with the chakra granted by the hand-seals. And then he exhaled.
A huge ball of flame errupted from his mouth, streaking into the shadowy woods and illuminating the creatures that had thought to make a meal of Lance. The plant-life would combust immediately, and the area was immediately filled with the scent of burning flesh.
The fireball continued until he had exhaled completely, burning it's way across the forest and creating a quickly spreading forest fire. Lance's eyes were somewhat wide; he'd never managed to perform that jutsu to such a degree before. Where had this new level of power come from?
He knew the answer almost immediately. It came from hatred, that hot fist that was clenching at his heart.
He would have to move quickly now, considering the spreading inferno. Finding the trail of blood and cloth-scraps quickly, he took off in a sprint once more...
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