Post by Cressida Schade on Jun 18, 2018 9:38:29 GMT -5
The pale moonlight cast down upon England as the hardly night unfolds each moment seemingly slower than the last for a young Quincy. Blood covered the foyer floor and trails led out and across the grass to the large garden. Normally a place of peace, tonight it was a battlefield. In the midst of of the circular platform that was normally used for training or relaxation, was a scene that Cressida was pleading with god himself to let her forget. She was on her right knee, blood staining and tears all around her clothing. She assumed she had a broken rib and two bruised as well as a load of cuts. Her body was wrapped in threads of reishi as that was how she was able to move at this point as her arms were holding her blade stabbed right into her father's neck.
The middle aged man only had blood around the one wound as his suit was torn to a plot where his coat was just his shoulder and collar. There was an arrow in the back of his neck as his head was turned to the side slightly, but Cressida could still see his cold eyes in his last few moments as she heard every gargle. There was Cressida's blood on his black dress shoes. His body was perched over Cressida, only being kept up by her blade at this point as Cressida could do nothing but listen to each failed attempt at a breath, his struggle as Blut was not working to help him fight the blade of pure energy. As he tried to start Ransotengai, Cressida called upon her own power as she amplified the gravity of his own esophagus. With the weight of death upon him and his own body getting heavier, the reishi disippated as he lost focus and his body went limp with one last bone chilling exhale.
Cressida looked at him with a sad expression as tears started to roll down her cheeks. She couldn't believe just how heartless her father was, he had killed his own flesh and blood, and not even in death did his eyes change. They still had a cold, relentless, and deadly fury to them without a shred of regret in sight. However Cressida flipped her sword to the side, dragging the body along with her and letting go, causing the blade to dissipate into reishi as the fresh corpse hit the ground beside her. Looking forward, she noticed her mother had ran off back to the manor. Cress assumed she was afraid that if her father had survived, he would want to kill her mother as well.
Cressida was fighting the urge to cry as she let go of her Ransotengai, letting the reishi go back into the wind. She looked right at her father's face, he died hiding his emotions behind a stoic facade. No one seemed to ever know his true feelings, and no one ever will. Cressida spat on his face, which ended up being a bit more blood then saliva. "Was it worth it? Killing Celeste and grandma? Are you even here you bastard or has hell found a hole fitting of you?"
WC 532
The middle aged man only had blood around the one wound as his suit was torn to a plot where his coat was just his shoulder and collar. There was an arrow in the back of his neck as his head was turned to the side slightly, but Cressida could still see his cold eyes in his last few moments as she heard every gargle. There was Cressida's blood on his black dress shoes. His body was perched over Cressida, only being kept up by her blade at this point as Cressida could do nothing but listen to each failed attempt at a breath, his struggle as Blut was not working to help him fight the blade of pure energy. As he tried to start Ransotengai, Cressida called upon her own power as she amplified the gravity of his own esophagus. With the weight of death upon him and his own body getting heavier, the reishi disippated as he lost focus and his body went limp with one last bone chilling exhale.
Cressida looked at him with a sad expression as tears started to roll down her cheeks. She couldn't believe just how heartless her father was, he had killed his own flesh and blood, and not even in death did his eyes change. They still had a cold, relentless, and deadly fury to them without a shred of regret in sight. However Cressida flipped her sword to the side, dragging the body along with her and letting go, causing the blade to dissipate into reishi as the fresh corpse hit the ground beside her. Looking forward, she noticed her mother had ran off back to the manor. Cress assumed she was afraid that if her father had survived, he would want to kill her mother as well.
Cressida was fighting the urge to cry as she let go of her Ransotengai, letting the reishi go back into the wind. She looked right at her father's face, he died hiding his emotions behind a stoic facade. No one seemed to ever know his true feelings, and no one ever will. Cressida spat on his face, which ended up being a bit more blood then saliva. "Was it worth it? Killing Celeste and grandma? Are you even here you bastard or has hell found a hole fitting of you?"
WC 532
