ALASTOR fights Geist

[16:44] Franziska Beck exclaims, "Yo!"
[16:44] Geist asks, "Race?"
[16:44] Franziska Beck says, "Human."
[16:45] Geist asks, "Taste?"
[16:45] Asuras' says, "Hello, knight."
[16:45] Franziska Beck says, "...What."
[16:45] Geist says, "Let us taste~"
[16:46] Alastor G. Vishkar says, "Hold it to yourself."
[16:46] Alastor G. Vishkar says, "Do not ask to taste people."
[16:46] Geist says, "If not. Purple. Let's fight~"
[16:47] Geist says, "We're bored."
[16:48] Franziska Beck asks, "...Purple?"
[16:48] Franziska Beck says, "I'm occultist."
[16:48] Geist says, "The one interrupting us."
[16:48] Geist points to Alastor.
(Geist)
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[16:48] Alastor G. Vishkar says, "I have a name."
[16:49] Geist says, "Don't know it. Let's fight."
[16:49] Alastor G. Vishkar asks, "... And why would I?"
[16:49] Geist says, "Test your metal. Not be eaten. Learn."
[16:49] Geist says, "Many reasons."
[16:50] Alastor G. Vishkar says, "Fine."
[16:53] Asuras' says, "Hi."
[16:54] Geist rotates their hips before removing their blade and adjusting their stance. A roll of the neck is made as the miasmic aura that surrounded the undead exploded outward. Wind indefinitely was used just now as without much declaration the undead launches forward-- sword lifting up with full intension of swatting the humanoid and perhaps impacting the statue behind him if he dodged.

"Then let us fight and be merry. For the taste of you is perhaps the most beautiful~" the undead sings passively to themselves.
(Geist)
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[16:54] Erik Dweller says, "Hello"
[16:54] Dylerun Grauhimmel says, "Mh."
[16:57] "Not here, stupid." He spoke, arrogance obvious in his very tone. He glanced eastwards, towards the nearby forest-- Where there was a bit more open space, perhaps, for him and for Geist.

"To the forest, if you really must fight like that. You look like a feral this way." A scowl replaced the usual smirk, eyebrows furrowing down. It wasn't like he didn't care-- But nevertheless, he knew that there was something...

Odd, about Geist. And he intended on correcting it, to say the least.
(Alastor G. Vishkar)
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[17:05] * You have been awarded 1 Roleplay Points! *
[17:06] Karinoa says, "Oh...I need a new blade sometime soon, Saszy."
[17:06] Sasza exclaims, "Okie, got it!"
[17:07] Sasza seems to be watching Geist and Alastor intently.
(Sasza)
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[17:09] It wasn't like Alastor didn't care about winning this-- The very notion of having someone that wanted to simply know the taste of others reminded him of something very, very worse than this would ever be. Gehennan tribesmen, after all, supposedly did so, and this was the only memory that he could gather from these.

Holy magic sent away some of Geist's blasts, and only those that managed to get through were deflected by his blade itself. The clinging metal was heard from quite the distance, as it clashed. Rieka surged, looming over the blade mixed with holy energy, and both came clashing down on them in unison.

Strike after strike, he didn't offer them a chance to stop and recover. It was merciless, endless, and offered no respite, no chance-- It was almost like his stance upon fighting was beginning to take proper shape.

A flurry of cuts was followed by a single strike of Alastor's Rieka-ridden palm, throwing Geist away enough. Of course, it was merciful. If he had continued with the strikes, the one that received them wouldn't still be... Whole.

"Is that the taste you wanted?!" He practically yelled, eyebrows furrowed down. Grip tight to the sword's handle, he walked closer to them. A scowl formed upon his face as he stood over the downed opponent. "Are you satisfied?"
(Alastor G. Vishkar)
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[17:15] Geist was sent flying away after the various cuts that had sunk into their flesh. A roll is eventually made and the corpse goes sliding along the ground. It seemed as though Geist was done for entirely, the body had taken enough damage, pain licked all over Geist's form.

That is what it seemed like. Geist's mind moved through the fight remembering certain things that had taken place. Geist realized one thing that they hadn't been doing even when they couldn't swing their blade and all their poison had stopped.

With only the aid of their legs, Geist rises back up from off of the ground. A snicker is made as the damages was still there though the register of pain and fatigue was lost on the zombie. Their sword is lifted and held in the reverse grip as Geist's mask flops off their face.

Their tongue comes hanging giving the undead a rather crazed look. It was time for another round with some key changes. If Geist wasn't awake before hand, they definitely were now. Ready, awake, and prepared.

"Again~"
(Geist)
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[17:19] furrows her brows, and then places a hand on each of her hips.

"Geist. I'll be very upset if you take a bite out of a civilian without their permission." she voiced. Said voice was booming.
(Karinoa)
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[17:22] Undead. A crazed one, at that. He wanted another fight, but Alastor seemed to not be so... Receptive of that. He grimaced, purple irises still staring at him, but still, the grip on the weapon tightens. He seems to not have noticed the two that just rose up to observe their fight...

"I. ASKED. YOU. A. QUESTION." He yells, feet stomping down onto the ground. The glare of his eyes continued forth, onto the man. But nevertheless, Karinoa voices herself.

Not like he cares. "He NEEDS permission? I'll give it to him, then." He spoke again, sword rising up slightly, readying himself for it...

... This time, he didn't plan to stop. If pain didn't stop them, he had to find out another mean of doing so.
(Alastor G. Vishkar)
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[17:32] Nevertheless, Alastor was taking this entirely seriously. Perhaps unhealthy for the undead, given the Oscuri continued to rule the fight with his own tactics. Amidst it, however, there was a small trick that the undead managed to pull...

With a dash, Geist managed to get close enough to unleash a single spray of poison upon his face. It blinded him for a while, and allowed a few hits to be taken, but still, Alastor continued. Once his eyes opened yet again, the Rieka that possessed it was absolutely visible.

The excess energy began forming itself around his back, slowly expanding into two full-fledged wings as he delivered the counter attack. But the moment these wings rose fully on his back, the Oscuri held them at point blank range...

And started cutting. Slice and dice. Every blow was more problematic than the last one, but he was still focused on simply forcing them to stop, trying every so often to grab them. Until he finally was able to do so.

Hand covered in holy energies, the Oscuri charged against Geist. His two feet impulsed him forward, and the beating wings only helped him do so. With this, he hit the zombie's chest, and continued dragging them forward with him...

Until finally releasing the blow, sending them crashing against a nearby tree. And slowly, he landed back on the ground. "Come on. Don't you want to get A BITE?!"
(Alastor G. Vishkar)
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[17:36] Geist's new means of fighting such a person seemed to have begun to work to their surprise. The cuts sliced deep causing black ooze to leak out from them further causing the general area to rot and die. Some attacks were indeed blocked through the usage of the sword though eventually a palm is found in Geist's chest sending the zombie flying into a tree.

BOOM! pieces of wood flew everywhere as the tree quite literally exploded from the force of such a thing. Once more it seemed as though Geist was done, though that wasn't it at all. The Zombie only grew more hungry as time went on.

Sword is stabbed into the ground and used to aid the zombie back to their feet as a sigh is made.

Whether to flee or to fight once more. Either or... If Geist fought it would be their last as there was no real point in continuing a fruitless battle. Though the Oscuri's flesh... So succulent. IT called the Zombie.

Fist clench as Geist once more readies themselves. I grow wide as they yell up to the sky, their mouth pooling with acid and leaking out over their lips and eventually down their chin and onto the ground.

This was it. The final stretch, Geist was hungry...
(Geist)
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[17:43]
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[17:48] ** Alastor G. Vishkar has inflicted an injury upon Geist. ("Temporary Injury", "Temporary Injury", "Temporary", "Duration: Medium (4 days)") **
[17:58] It was enough for him. This time, the undead was entirely trying to actually feed on him? Or so, he thought. Of course, it never went through the Oscuri's mind that he was provoking it in the end-- He just thought that they were always to blame.

The fight went out the same way it did as before. But the venom, burning at his very eyes... It pissed him off. It pissed him off way more than it should have-- Yet again, the Oscuri was using his holy powers to deflect blows, allowing for them to continue as his strikes never waivered.

Holy energy mixed with his Rieka, expanding outwards. Too much holy mana, enough to simply overcome the undead in all its might. But in the end, the battle ends up finding Alastor as the victor, even if he is sprayed with venom all across his face.

The acrid substance covers it, but Rieka still outshines it. Quite a lot, actually, the linings being less than faint, expanding outwards... But the final flurry matters the most.

A single strike to the shoulder, his sword remains there. His other hand picks up the sword, and a kick arrives at the undead's stomach. Both hands holding it together, he circles himself and slashes in diagonal. Every strike, chained with the following one. And in the end...

A single blow finishes the fight off. An open palm meets the undead's chest, expanding with Rieka and the excess holy energy all at once. The green and yellow markings, mixing with themselves, spread through the area as if it was a crater. And just barely, under the sound of all that, there is the sound of their sternum breaking as soon as they hit against yet another tree.

The glare on his eyes is obvious-- He stares at the undead, blade covered in holy magic still in hand, rieka pulsing strongly. Geist dared to defy a chosen of Azrael. Geist dared to try and eat his flesh, simply for a carnal pleasure.

His righteousness would guide him forth.
(Alastor G. Vishkar)
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[18:08] Geist doesn't flinch much if at all. Through the fight the zombie prioritized taking bites and slicing small bits of the Oscuri as means of gathering flesh. The blows weren't deep but they were precise in their aiming. Geist throughout the battle only hoped to carve off a piece of the Oscuri which if done-- would be caught and stuffed into their mouth.

Should such a thing be successful Geist would find that the want of flesh was the bane of existence. To think one would prioritize filling their belly rather than defending themselves was certainly disgusting, it was unheard of, it was... madness.

The sword slips in within Geist as a hand reaches out as means of grasping onto it. Not that it did much to the undead other than cause the weakening of the muscles within-- until it is ripped out before the undead to grasp it. Movements became sluggish as the muscles ripped and tore from the exhaustion of the gluttonous undead.

Pop... the disgusting sound of bone being broken... cracked.. separated could easily be heard as Geist is send flying, spiraling away from the Oscuri-- There was no defense, or care for the damages just taken as they sailed. The reika that flew through their body only served to make it feel... Hungry.

Should the piece of flesh had been gained, devoured, then a moan of euphoria is made until the dreaded crash of humanoid against tree. The fact that Geist didn't defend against such a thing made it much more easy to throw the relatively light undead away.

The spun and twisted crashing through the first tree... then the second, and then finding themselves dug deeply within a third like a axe made to chop down maple. The tree gave way falling forward and landing upon the undead as such a thing caused the undead to stop in their frenzy.

Memories flew through the undead's mind as they twitched. Teeth chattered as such an influx of memory continued to flood through, sickening last moments, worthless life goals, painful endings. Pain was remembered, emotion was remembered, taste was remembered... Taste was locked in upon, and taste was wanted.

Such nearly cracked the zombie's Psych as they attempted to lift themselves from under the tree-- though alas. It was impossible, muscle functions were down thanks to the sternum that had been cracked and broken now leaving a sickly green mist leaking out of it along with dark green ooze that melted the general area that was under the undead.
(Geist)
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[18:20] Karinoa crossed her arms, and shifted her gaze over to Geist. A light sigh left her as the other Oscuri punished the zombie. A hand ran through her hair as she contemplated.

On one hand, Geist was asking for it, basically. On the other, this would definitely lead to a NEGATIVE development in the zombie's personalty and psyche.

She moved towards Geist to kneel down, and begin emitting a holy form of Rieka energy upon the hip, mending it with Azrael's influence - and a certain gentleness, despite her undead nature.

For anyone but an Oscuri, this probably wouldn't be possible. But her Exorcist energy wasn't exactly 'pure' - moreso derived from a desire to protect and repair things around her.
(Karinoa)
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[18:22] Alastor was, to say the least, certainly disgusted at the bites that the undead managed to get from him. Not that he cared, nevertheless. They were all slowly being healed, just so much flesh wounds that he could barely even feel them-- But they stung, oh how they stung.

And he hated it. And it, more than that, fueled his will for retribution against them. It only served to empower him, it only served for him to know that what he was doing was right. If he could defend himself, that was fine. What about others that couldn't?

It would be a shame. "Control your hunger. For your own good." He spoke, glaring sideways towards the undead. He did not care to help, he did not care to do anything.

"Azrael dislikes those that only serve to sully the name of his creation." And then, he simply... Started moving away. He did not care about anything more in this moment-- Retribution had been delivered, and this much was enough for now.

Of course, Karinoa's thoughts were all reasonable. This could have a negative impact on the zombie's personality and psyche, but... Did he care?

Not a single bit.
(Alastor G. Vishkar)
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