Having Some Fun: Part 2 [Open][NR]

Sicarius looked around the playground that she technically 'owned'. The playground had a sign that stated everyone was welcome, supernaturally inclined or not, and that was true. But, it felt good to have some place she could claim as her own, even if it were only a few acres in each direction: she was young, and taking care of a large space like her brother was doing was still a bit over her head even with all of her new powers. It was a place she had created for people to have fun, for her to be able to have fun. The last time she was here hell had broken loose in a manner of speaking, and she hoped that this visit would be slightly different.

She walked along one of many of the decorative path; looking much the same as she always did. Sicarius stood five feet, zero inches tall and weighs an even one hundred pounds; with a slender figured pale skinned body. Mismatched eyes, the left being a neon pink in color and the right being a neon orange in color, are framed by light pink colored bangs which cover her forehead in an even line and hang down the sides of her face, ending several inches beneath her chin. The rest of her long pink hair is kept in two pigtails that are held together at the ends with gold silk ribbon tied into elegant bows. Light pink, fur covered cat ears are hidden by a beige colored cap that has cat ears and a cat face upon it. The female has a long tail which matches her hair and ears, cat like in nature with several buckles strapped to it from which hangs a decorative gold chain that attaches to her black belt she wears around her waist. The young female wears a collar around her neck that matches the buckles from which a large gold bell hangs from. She wears a long sleeved black and white shirt whose sleeves go down to her knuckles and in which the length goes down halfway down her butt. Over this shirt is worn another which is held up by what looks to be matching buckles to rest, and from which a ragged shirt hangs with a cat on the front of it and which is black in color, which only covers her chest, torn decoratively at the bottom like her matching black skirt she wears that goes about halfway down her thighs. The majority of her legs, going halfway up her thighs, are covered by a pair of white stockings, soft material like the rest of her clothing. Finally, her feet are snuggling kept warm in a pair of black, leather, buckled boots which go up to her knees, but which stop before them.

Sicarius looked towards the exceptionally tall swing-set and then towards the nearby spinning slide that was about a hundred feet tall and which had stairs that led up to it. The slide was made out of metal and had a roll of wax paper attached to the railing that could be torn off into twelve by twelve inch sheets so that when one slid down the slide they would go even faster. The end of the slide was extra long, allowing plenty of time for the children to slow down safely before getting to the end. Figuring that she had been on the swings the last time she was in the park she headed towards the slide and started her way up the many stairs.

When she got to the top she tore off a twelve by twelve inch square sheet of the wax paper and placed it down on the slide before sitting on it: wrapping her tail around her waist so it didn't get caught or snagged on anything. She gave herself a push and disappeared into the metal tube which had a skylight the whole way down to provide plenty of light in the otherwise full metal tube.


"Weeeeeeeeeeeee!~", she called out as she spun her way down the slide as fast as she could go.

Malkav the Second was very upset to realize that his father was dead and even more upset to learn that his father had been murdered. Malkav knew his father was in Velo City when he died and had done a lot of investigating all of which led him to the park he had died in that was owned by a little adorable kitten child named Sicarius. Malkav moved quietly through the park while watching the little girl climb up the stairs to the slide and go sliding down. Malkav the Second grinned viciously as he moved in the little girls direction, ready to grab her up when she came out the bottom of the slide.

This was new... supremely new. The trees appeared to be old giants... yet they held none of the ancient power or wisdom. They where less then children, infants almost... strange. Some very strong magics where at work here; but the magic seemed to be benevolent enough. If anything, it did him a small favor; it was an area of purity, of a sort. A sort he could exist comfortably in, so it gave him a place to go outside of the small glade he was working hard to create out in the deeper forest. He'd only been in the area a few weeks, at best; his sense of time was still developing for this world outside of the divine forests of his former home. Time passed slower there; after all.

The strange structures confused him; he'd never seen anything like the slides and climbing structures, although the slides had some familiarity to them. He'd seen something similar on the slick banks of the rivers and streams; places that the local water mammals had created that allowed them to easily slip into the water with some speed, versus walking into the deep water. Maybe they served the same purpo-...

Oh. They did indeed. He'd just noticed the tiny form of someone moving down the contraption; almost faster than he could see. A small child, maybe his age? At least in physical appearance. She has odd features about her, something cat-like and different to his mind. He wasn't exactly sure what to think about the child.

The trickle of terror down his spine ripped his attention away, though. Something was wrong... very wrong. His instincts, namely the Prey Instinct he'd inherited via his shaman father's deer spirit was screaming of a danger; his attention drawn to the elder that was running toward the girl.

That couldn't be good. He was no hero, but to watch a child in danger and not respond... he was taught better. He knew he was fast, and maybe even slightly faster that they where. Of course, he was wrong about that to a degree, but he was closer than the elder, and that would give him a slight edge. That... and he could jump like a champ. His cervid-legs weren't just for show; he could leap like an ibex with the speed of a racehorse and the power of an Irish elk.

Said legs where bending now, storing power for the single leap he would take; aimed roughly for where he expected the child to be in the roughly 1/5th of a second he would need to cover that distance. If he made it to her first, he would be holding her close to his body and allowing an explosion of leaves to cloud his escape, while he tried to get them to the safety of the nearest tree.

Around and around the slide twisted and turned; the tube constantly going to the left. She picked up a great deal of speed the further down the tube she went: so much so that she started to tilt sideways and go up along the tube wall as she went around and around again. She was so focused on the fun she was having that she didn't realize at first the little mental ping that indicated that someone was nearby and which caused her miss matched gaze to suddenly turn violet in color. This little ping wasn't friendly feeling: it had all of the anger and hatred of the previous night, and the power to boot. It felt similar, as if it were the same person back again, but she knew better than that - there was nothing that man could have done to come back after what her brother had done to him. No... this had to be someone to related to him.

Malkavian Stuffles!:

Transcendant Vampire Physiology:

Ping! Another person had arrived at the park, only this one lacked the threatening potential that the first had. As she continued speeding down the slide she saw both moving towards the slide and then it happened...she heard him, just the quickest and briefest of thoughts that spelled out his intentions: he planned on grabbing her. It was so easy, he wasn't blocking his thoughts, he wasn't trying to hide it by any means, it was there for the taking, information to stumble upon. So, if that was what he was going to do... what was this other creature doing? She had about a fourth of the slide left to go and the thought crossed her mind to stop herself: she was strong enough of course and fast enough to boot, the worst that would happen is the metal would heat up significantly but it was a cool enough night and would cool fast enough for no one to be hurt. However, as she took in the body language of the newest arrival, the one she wasn't getting the evil and violent vibe from, she realized that this person planned on snatching her out of the way.

She had two choices: stop herself by some means and get out of the way, or allow this creature who she didn't know come saving her - if this creature was faster than this other version of Malkav was.
"No touching me!", the words were spoken for one of two reasons as she suddenly slammed her feet into the metal; the rubber bottoms of her boots creating friction against the metal slide which caused her to come to an almost instant halt; metal heating from the friction beneath her feet - the first reason was because Sicarius didn't allow many people close enough to touch her, only those she trusted and the second reason was to put in play a law that would keep Malkav from being able to actually lay a finger on her. This new position was coming in handy~

Law Manipulation:

Malkav the Second saw the little girl stop in the tube and ignored the hero trying to save the day and all of the stupid leaves. Malkav looked at the slide and reached down picking the whole thing up. Malkav the Second ripped the whole slide structure out of the ground and threw it towards the nearby forest in an attempt to injure the little girl inside since she didn't want to come out and play nice.

There was no need to summon him. He could feel it as soon as it entered the city- it was nearly fucking identical to the energy signature as the night before. And given the fact that he'd allowed sicarius to venture off the to the playground that she'd created... he was pissed off. Nevermind the fact that he'd promoted her to the rank of Judgemaster that very morning, allowing her to manipulate the laws of Velo City almost to the same extent as him....

It seemed that someone had thier fucking panties in a wad. Someone out there felt some kind of what for having thier kin eaten like he was nothing more than a fucking piece of steak. No fucking matter. This shit would end today. From the moment Sicarius's had flashed violet, they were no longer just hers. No, the young male saw the world through his little sister's eyes, and saw the situation unfold as she did.

While he lacked the training and raw speed of his cousins, it would take him less than a second to arrive on the scene from the Tower of the Immortal, his own eyes flicking violet as that ominous aura howled around him. And with his arrive came the noise, that terrible sound. The sound of the world around them screaming, crying begging to be free of the terrible entity that stood upon it. He was shirtless to make way for the massive pair of black wings that were spread open behind.Above his head, partially hidden in the black air that stood up and fluttered in the harsh winds that emanated from his body was something queer, an oddity that he normally hid. Above the youn man's head was a flaming halo, and it seem the grow brighter with each passing second.

In his right hand he gripped something strange, something that he only brought out for passing judgement on those foolish enough to cross him, the Darkin Blade. From this blade, a strange energy crawled up the male's arm, and seemed to feed itself into his aura, causing the whirling maelstrom to grow even larger. The heaven's would quake, the sky growing darker as the malevolent energy that engulfed the young hybrid threatened to destroy all around him. Up above, the sky literally began to crack; malevolent energy leaking in from the realms of the dead, and beyond. The male was pretty sure he could hear laughter, the sound of his father cackling as the child grew stronger on the energy that he was finally tapping into.

Beneath their feet, the earth would shatter and split, yawning into deep chasms as tongues of flame darted up to lick the very air around them.. Even as far away as the shores of Edge, Makkura and Sunset would feel his rage, the seas begining to boil and surge. There was nothing to wonder; Nova Kane-King was pissed.

His free hand was lifted, seizing the tube slide that contained his sister from with air without a word, those violet eyes burning with fury and hatred as they stared down at Malkav jr.

Him.

He did it.

He attempted to harm the most precious thing to him.

He was not going to leave this place alive.

...Right. This was not a place for a half dryad child to be. By the High Gods, he was dead if he didn't get out of there. Foul, dark magics that would corrupt his very being... terrifying power beyond his understanding...

He'd only wanted to do the 'right' thing and help someone that seemed in need, he didn't want to join a war.

The INSTANT his feet could touch something, in this case the edge of the slide; he was launching himself away. Something hit him when he touched the slide, a force repelling him and sending him faster on his line away from the fighting that was about to erupt. That was fine by him, his only instinct was to hit a tree and disappear. Hide in the roots. Hide in nature. And get the hell out of there if destruction began. So it was, the moment he would have impacted one of the giant trees nearby, he was melting into it like he never existed; merging with the forest itself and becoming essentially intangible. So long as a single tree in the forest that held his life-essence survived, so would he. He would hang back and watch, wait to see what damage he would need to repair; but nothing more.

Maybe even apologize for interfering, if he survived.

Rage. It wasn't an emotion that Sicarius often felt: she was such a happy and care free child. But, when she did feel it it meant that hell was going to break loose and devour the earth: at least in a manner of speaking - especially since she had gained all of those powers and abilities the previous day. The man hadn't gotten what he wanted, she had stopped herself from reaching the end of the slide and had remained in the tube where she was far enough up that she couldn't be grabbed. Because of this? He had just ripped the entire structure out of the ground and sent it flying towards the forest like a child throwing a temper tantrum would throw a toy.

She wasn't afraid, she didn't fear the pain that such an impact would cause: no, she was enraged, in a full blown fury over the disrespect this visitor had just shown by stepping into the little land she called her own and destroying her property. Destroying what belonged to her. However, before the tube slide could hit the tree line where it would likely have smashed to pieces or at least been badly dented and bent, the whole structure was caught by a very familiar presence: her brother had arrived, and from what she could see through the sky lights that the slide provided he was more pissed off than he had been the other day when she was approached while swinging. She understood why of course: this man hadn't just insulted her or made her cry... no, this man had tried to physically harm her. She couldn't begin to imagine what her brother was going to do to him.

Sicarius released the bottoms of her booted feet from the slide and slid down the last remaining feet where she popped out of the end. Wings burst from her back; pink in color much like her hair, ears, and tail. The smallest movement kept her airborne; there was no use landing with the crators that were spreading around. She flew off to the side and out of the way of her brother, while keeping close enough that her attacker wouldn't be able to dream of getting close, her violet gaze remaining on the spitting image of Malkav. 

"That would have hurt..."

There was no point in her stepping in; or even attempting to fight this man herself even if she wanted to rip him limb from limb due to her own rage: rage so great and strong that it was over-riding her normal child-mindedness for the briefest of time - causing her to act more mature and older than she was. She knew Nova would handle it: knew he wanted to after what this foolish idiot had just tried to do. Besides, it would certainly be a show worth watching. She wasn't worried about the damage that might happen since she would simply imagine it all back the way it was when it was all said and done.

Malkav saw that the slide he had thrown was caught by a shirtless guy with black wings. Malkav the Second watched as the little girl he had been trying to get came sliding down the bottom and suddenly gained a pair of wings that kept her off of the ground while he jumped over one of the crators. Malkav grinned when the little girl spoke. "It was supposed to do more than hurt you little half breed, you would be dead if it was not for this man. I plan on killing you before the nights threw because your the reason my father is dead." Malkav the Second planned on doing more than just killing the little girl. Malkav the Second planned on making the little girls life hell in any way possible for the remaining days she was alive.

Did this man know that he was going to die? Fury was etched across the young male's face, even as that same face twisted into a smile so sinister... from within the mouth, fangs would elongate, showing proof to is heritage -- Sicarius was not the only half-breed in this place. Nova himself was of angelic and vampiric descent. Not that this would matter at this particular moment; while holding the Darkin Blade, one might as well consider him a Demonic Angel.

Darkin Blade:

Before this man, Malav the Second, could open his mouth to begin to blaspheme and slander his sister, Nova's will went into  effect. The world was begining to respond to Nova's subconsous mind, warping and twisting to his desires. Chains of demonic energy would materialize from the air, attempting to fasten themselves to Malkav's body; hooks digging deep into the mind, body and soul at odd angles, wrapping around the trinity and pulling taut to leave the male spread-eagled in the air. With the chains in place, next would come the begining of the male's pain. The process of having every power, every bit of immortality stripped from his being and absorbed by the chains. Blood would leak across the links before the chains drank it in; a terrible pain would fill Malkav's being, like he was being ripped apart. The vampire could struggle against the chains all he wanted if they captured him, but it would be for naught. They would not give an inche-- no, these chains were anchored into his very being, holding him captive as Nova raised the Darkin Blade, preparing to deliver the finishing strike.

With the blade pointed at the ground, Nova began to draw on the darkest parts of the Darkin Blade. As he did, the runes upon the blade began to glow, signifying the release of the blade's terrible power; a form of energy that was so deadly that without the proper control, Nova would easily destory everyone present.

Sui Generis Manipulation:

Around them, the world screamed in agony - Mother Nature herself was crying. The entire heavenly host watched on in horror with silenced voices; unable to intervene lest they become sugject to Nova's anger and targets as well.  Nova was about to release something upon the world that should have never see the light of day -- a weapon that was deemed forbidden for both sides to use in the war on each other. A weapon that was forgotten to them both, and yet here it was, imprisoned in a blade of hellish origin, being used by a vampiric angel to destory a vampire god.

The irony was titilating.

Above Malkav, the world would warp and twist, Nova's will guiding the energy; to shape the energy into that of a giant replica of the Darkin Blade, hovering less than a foot above Malkav's prone body.

There would be no words. There would be no gloating of vicotry. There would be no exchange of words, no warning. Nova had come here with the intention of commiting murder, and he would do it. There was no Salvation, there was no help coming.

Driving the Darkin Blade down into the ground would be enough; it would cause the blade of energy to be driven down into Malkav's chest, impaling him through. And with the piercing, there would be death. The energy would devour him, eat him alive and leave nothing behind. No mind, no body, no soul, no nothing. Anything that could be considered energy would be annihilated the moment the sword pierced through Malkav's chest, ending this vampire's entire existance.

There was nothing more to say, or to do. It was over.

Sicarius could only stare, head tilted slightly off to the right as it so often did when she was curious about something: she had never witnessed her brother this angry before. Even before Malkav could attempt to speak she knew what he was going to say; threats, slanderous things, more fuel for her brother's rage if he got to speak - which he didn't. Why was the man set on taunting them? Set on dying in such a violent method? Did he not realize that the angerier her brother got the worse it was going to be for him?

Some people apparently didn't learn. But, he would soon enough: it would just be the last lesson he'd ever get.

She remained out of the way while watching her brother. She didn't see how the man would escape the chains come up to grab hold of him, nor what her brother would finish with. It would be over before it even really began if Malkav couldn't figure a way out of the mess he had put himself into.

Sicarius wrapped her arms around herself, frowning slightly. She was beginning to think that perhaps she should have put the park closer to the Tower of the Immortal, even if it meant she had to somehow float it above the tower and have some sort of magical ladder, or some sort of teleportation pad up to it. She definitely was thinking about moving it... all she wanted was to play, and Malkav and his family were set on trying to harm her. "Maybe I should move my park somewhere closer... safer...", she said softly, out loud.

I'm dead, skip me.