Musa's House

[Musashi]

They stopped when they heard the explosion, and Yuki pointed in its direction. "That way!" And so that way they went!

"Did you secure him well?"

"Yes..."

"Right, good, wouldn't do to have him fall off the table! Now let's hurry, shall we? We don't have all day~"

[scarplo]

The bishies entered an area quickly being buried by sand; blades of grass standing defiantly for a moment before disappearing under the relentless streaming desert. For an instant, an angry eye even managed to glare down at the pair before the sand closed its wound.

Within the boundries of the wards, the sandstorm kept its distance, revealing an almost burried land; scorched, but with bits of green poking through the remains.

In the real world, Scarp's shaking intensified as shadows begin to pool around the table. "nnnnnot rrrrreal..."

[Musashi]

"My goodness.. sand and eyeballs. Musa's boyfriend certainly has a strange mind, doesn't he?"

But Hitaru wasn't quite listening. He was already creating a carefully warded portal.

"Ah, going back? Something wrong?"

The white-haired bishi nodded. He began to step through, but stopped and looked over his shoulder. "You'll be all right?"

Yuki grinned and waved his hand dismissively. "Sure, sure, don't worry about me! Just leave me some of your scrolls, babe."

Hitaru handed over a satchel from beneath his cloak. Yuki took it and the two bishies parted ways. Yuki continued on the path they had been going, and Hitaru returned to the lab and closed the portal.

"Hm." Hitaru began warding the area around Scarp. He pulled a scroll out from inside his cloak, placed it over the shadows, and attempted to cast a spell of analysis.

[scarplo]

The shadows shivered and rippled, but generally revealed themselves to be nothing more than shadows; two dimensional images generated when something opaque blocks the light.

And then something large and soft fell on Hitaru, enveloping him in cold, wet darkness. Within it, a hiss promised, "You are not real."

Within Scarplo's mind, a few more explosions went off, with similar effects. As to the scenery and effects? Sand, sand, sand, and a bit more sand, just for a change of pace.

Each time, the eye was visable for just a moment, clearing away the obscura and revealing the world as it was. But only just for a moment, did that bird's eye view last.

[Musashi]

"What is real or is not real is a matter of opinion." The white-haired bishi closed his eyes to focus, though not that he could see much of anything right then anyway, and began whispering in a complex language. Small golden rune-filled seals formed around him, and beams of gold light connected each one. They formed a sort of glowing grid around him which began to push out against the darkness.


Meanwhile, Yukimaru stopped walking. He looked around for a few minutes, then raised his hands above his head.

"Ah, well. Let's see if I can clean up this mess a bit, hm?"

A few moments passed, and it didn't really look like he was doing anything. The only change was a small, barely visible rippling between his raised hands. He threw whatever it was down at the ground. Two seconds passed, and then a huge wind-like shockwave was sent out in all directions.

[scarplo]

"Only those who are real have opinions. Everything else is a lie."

The areas between the wards and their lines shimmered for a moment, like a bubble before the darkness poured around them, pooling around the reaper with a consistancy of cottage cheese.

Within Scarplo's fevered brow, the sand was cast about by the impromptu hurricane. The sands were whipped away from the land, revealing... more sand. And then those sands were cast to the skies, revealing... more sand. Then those took flight, showing... even more sand.

Then the area around Yukimaru lit up like a sprinter on Cops: Late Night.

[Musashi]

"I don't really care about any of that." Hitaru formed another barrier closer to himself, lavender in color and more solid than the last. Runes lit up in a myriad of colors along the blade and handle of his scythe, and he then began to slice into the shadows.

As the typist has not seen Cops: Late Night, she will assume that it was.. very bright? Yuki crouched down, his dragon wings growing even larger and wrapping all around him. He kept a small space open to see out of and waited for whatever this was to pass.

[scarplo]

The blade passed through the shadows once. And then a second time. The third time, it stuck fast, and almost seemed to pull the inky-darkness down it's hilt.

"Not real."

And then the scythe was simply gone.

The typist was safe to assume that it was indeed bright. Bright enough to make the surrounding areas darker, by comparison. And should the bishi look up, he would've seen the eye looking down on him, shining like a very ocular star.

The light intensified.

[Musashi]

"...Interesting." So he continued to build of barriers, making one after the other, and pushing them outwards against the shadows.

And Yuki did look up, after his eyes adjusted a bit. He stood and used his wings to block enough light to look up at the big ol' eyeball.

"Well. Hello there. And what might you be?"

When the light intensified, he pulled his wings in closer to block more light.

[scarplo]

"From hells heart I stab at thee..." A scent of salt water floated through the shadows, and they seemed to redouble in force behind the reaper bishie.

In the mindscape, there was a sudden screech of energy, then a flash of light engulfed the ninja's guardian bishie.

Scarplo started to cough. This, unlike the fight in the inky-darkness place, actually made enough sound to be heard by trained ninja kitty ears.

[Musashi]

Hitaru continued to do his very best to hold off the salty-scented darkness, while Yuki couldn't see or do a dang thing with all that light.

But lo, being a trained ninja kitty with trained ninja kitty ears, Musa heard the coughing. And since this was Scarplo, of course he was very concerned. He figured there wouldn't be any harm in just taking a lil' peekity-peek, and so he did.

Creeeeeeek went the door. "Halloooooo? Is everything o-" Upon looking in, Musa saw that things were not okay indeedly. The kitty ninja darted inside, complete with a new outfit! We can say the RP reached the second season or something. Time for a costume change! ( http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v127/ ... eko-cg.jpg Yay :D )

Musa ran up to the table and began gently shaking Scarp as much as he could. "Scarpy?!"

[scarplo]

Yuki's world became a brilliant flash of radiant physical joy... and then simply stopped.

Scarp continued to cough as the bands of light flickered.

"For hate's sake, I spit my last breath at thee." A learing visage appeared before the reaping bishie. The skin was pale, the eyes black. But the features... were an age displaced duplicate of the old man bound to the table.

The face pushed against the wards, deforming them as if they were wax.

[Musashi]

Musa looked up from Scarp to see Hitaru surrounded in shadow. It was all the reaper-bishi could do to keep his last few barriers up, and even those were failing.

"Oh, damn it!" The kitty ninja reluctantly left Scarp's side and pulled out his katana. He ran his fingers down one side of the blade which then lit up with symbols, glowing with holy energy. He took a swing and sent a holy-powered mini-tornado at the shadows. But when Yuki's world stopped, Musa stumbled sideways and collapsed.

[scarplo]

The face in the shadows smiled at Hitaru for just a moment. Then it scattered like leaves before the holy hurricane.

Scarplo's coughing grew more intense.

[Musashi]

With the face cleared away, Hitaru ran forward to Scarplo. He began to perform a few different spells at once, some to erase the symbols on the vagabond, and others to draw Yukimaru back out.

The kittyninja sat up slowly, holding his head. His fuzzy ears drooped and it looked to him like everything was spinning.