We Are Our Avatars V (Closed)
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OoC: @Nile, do what you want, I may come off
this new set limit on my Internetz has me not wanting to use the computer at all...
So I might bail for a hour and come back laterz...
Also, Last post :3
this new set limit on my Internetz has me not wanting to use the computer at all...
So I might bail for a hour and come back laterz...
Also, Last post :3
"Yeah, wings aren't my only trick." Bryce said. "You might recall from when you were getting pulled into the carrier? Snarling, porcelain full body armor, thick claws. Spitting acid. I really am sorry about that, I didn't mean to hurt you."
OoC @Hatchy: *Takes shot*
Making my way through the city, slaying any of the deformed monstrosities as I went, I eventually noted that I found myself in a section of the city, ruined and devoid of life. With my latest foe felled, I took pause to note the state my surroundings. A horrid, yet not unfamiliar sight. Steets littered with corpses, both fresh and in decay, humanoid and mutant alike. Buildings reduced to little more then piles of rubble. Like the vampiric plague did for Nosgoth, this scourge too was slowly, but surely, killing the very world.
Continuing on, I found someone who's face I recognised. It seemed he was overcome by rage. Had he too perhaps been infected? Or was there more to it? I always did find him more the suspicious.
"You there. What is the meaning of this?" I called out, approaching slowly and cautiously.
Making my way through the city, slaying any of the deformed monstrosities as I went, I eventually noted that I found myself in a section of the city, ruined and devoid of life. With my latest foe felled, I took pause to note the state my surroundings. A horrid, yet not unfamiliar sight. Steets littered with corpses, both fresh and in decay, humanoid and mutant alike. Buildings reduced to little more then piles of rubble. Like the vampiric plague did for Nosgoth, this scourge too was slowly, but surely, killing the very world.
Continuing on, I found someone who's face I recognised. It seemed he was overcome by rage. Had he too perhaps been infected? Or was there more to it? I always did find him more the suspicious.
"You there. What is the meaning of this?" I called out, approaching slowly and cautiously.
At the sound of Raziel's voice, Mercer turned around slowly, a sneer of fury on his face.
"Ah, one of the champions of this city in the sky. Where are your comrades today, eh? They were zealous enough yesterday when they so naively tried to kill me. Can they only shake themselves out of lethargy every few days? Or do they just not care about the immediate fates of these people as they do for what might befall themselves in the future?"
"Ah, one of the champions of this city in the sky. Where are your comrades today, eh? They were zealous enough yesterday when they so naively tried to kill me. Can they only shake themselves out of lethargy every few days? Or do they just not care about the immediate fates of these people as they do for what might befall themselves in the future?"
So the wayfarers had faced this man before? This only furthered my suspicions, if not confirming them completely. As lowly as this man spoke of humanity before, it would certainly not suprise me if he was in fact the one to unleash this Hell, the crime hidden underneath a shroud of righteousness. He was no better then Kain, believing themselves a mesiah, a herald of some greater future. My effort to track down Kain unsecessful so far, striking down this man before me would serve as a adequate substitude.
"Care for the fate of this place? I sincerely doubt you would even recognise empathy I have heard you speak on numerous occasions. Your words are not those of a caring man."
"Care for the fate of this place? I sincerely doubt you would even recognise empathy I have heard you speak on numerous occasions. Your words are not those of a caring man."
"you're right. I don't feel empathy. I can't. But I know it. And these people who would draw weapons against me in the name of the people that have died in this city are sitting right now in that inn that they've been wasting their days in. They could be in the upper city, either taking control or pressuring the military to help, or they could be out here stopping me themselves. They may have the power to do it." He held his arms out wide, looking theatrically around at the gore-soaked streets, empty except for himself and Raziel.
"So where are they?"
"So where are they?"
I could not deny the truth in his words. Ever since the plagua had broken out, they had lifted not a finger to quell it, only springing into action when their own lives were at risk. Days had past since our arival in this place, yet nothing had been achieved.
"You are pesponsible for this carnage? Whatever they did or did not do is irralivant. Do not presume to place the blame for your crimes on them. You are responsible for this massacre - this act of genocide. And you would dismiss that simply because they do not fit the image of the good samaritan. That is unconscionable!"
"You are pesponsible for this carnage? Whatever they did or did not do is irralivant. Do not presume to place the blame for your crimes on them. You are responsible for this massacre - this act of genocide. And you would dismiss that simply because they do not fit the image of the good samaritan. That is unconscionable!"
Mercer chuckled.
"Guess there's no point arguing with that now." As he spoke, his right arm slowly mutated into a large blade whose tip he drew in an arc across the cracked tarmac, igniting a stream of sparks. "Question is, are you going to join the others in their hypocrisy?"
"Guess there's no point arguing with that now." As he spoke, his right arm slowly mutated into a large blade whose tip he drew in an arc across the cracked tarmac, igniting a stream of sparks. "Question is, are you going to join the others in their hypocrisy?"
Bryce looked over to Archimedes. "It's complicated. Not something I can talk about right now." He looks back, waiting for Eve's response.
As this man - no - this abomination wearing the face of a man underwent a metamorphosis, changing his arm into a blade, I raised the Soul Reaver in turn and prepared to clash swords.
"No. I will devour your soul before this day is done."
Wasting no time, I thrusted the Soul Reaver forward, unleasing a burst of telekenetic force.
OoC: Battle music!
"No. I will devour your soul before this day is done."
Wasting no time, I thrusted the Soul Reaver forward, unleasing a burst of telekenetic force.
OoC: Battle music!
Rex ignores both Bryce and Arch as he starts to wander around the city. Once he's out of earshot, he starts singing a bit. [http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LnSp9rgfel8]
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Yukino continues to slash Brawlers left and right, smiling all the while.
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Yukino continues to slash Brawlers left and right, smiling all the while.
A winged creature crouched on a pile of bodies. Blood flowed from the pile. You could just barely make out the screaming faces of several men. The last expression they had ever made. "Kill... Kill... Kill..."
Majeh stands to the creature's left, looking up. "What is going on here?"
The beast stands, it's posture was poor, as it leaned back, allowing it's arms to sort of dangle and it's head lull back as though it was making no effort to keep it upright. He looked down upon Majeh. "Enough..."
Majeh looked back peering into it's eyes. "What's enough?"
He simply stared back with almost dead eyes. "Not... Enough... It's... Not... Enough..."
Majeh took a step back grabbing the hilt of his sword in the horizontal scabbard on his back. "What's not enough? I don't understand."
The creature suddenly changed it's stance to a more aggressive horse stance, arms at the side half cocked back. "IT'S NOT ENOUGH!"
Majeh was pushed back as the creature seemed to be radiating power. "Damn, all this simply from him venting his Chi... Well, I hope you're ready for Heaven's Arrow of Judgement!"
Majeh prepares to attack, but hesitates. He looks at his hands. "What's going on? What's wrong with my technique? It's not working..."
He reaffirms his resolve, preparing to attack again. "Fine. I'll show you the power of my Thousand Blades."
Once more, nothing happens. Majeh looks to his hands, again. "What's wrong with my techniques?"
"It's not enough!" The creature begins to stir, it's wings raise.
"Damn, I won't be beaten by-"
Before Majeh could say another word, the creature moved, so fast, even he couldn't react.
"GIVE ME MORE!"
[hr]
Majeh awoke. "Wha-!"
He was in a cold sweat. "A dream..?"
But I haven't had a dream since I became an Envoy.
Majeh stands to the creature's left, looking up. "What is going on here?"
The beast stands, it's posture was poor, as it leaned back, allowing it's arms to sort of dangle and it's head lull back as though it was making no effort to keep it upright. He looked down upon Majeh. "Enough..."
Majeh looked back peering into it's eyes. "What's enough?"
He simply stared back with almost dead eyes. "Not... Enough... It's... Not... Enough..."
Majeh took a step back grabbing the hilt of his sword in the horizontal scabbard on his back. "What's not enough? I don't understand."
The creature suddenly changed it's stance to a more aggressive horse stance, arms at the side half cocked back. "IT'S NOT ENOUGH!"
Majeh was pushed back as the creature seemed to be radiating power. "Damn, all this simply from him venting his Chi... Well, I hope you're ready for Heaven's Arrow of Judgement!"
Majeh prepares to attack, but hesitates. He looks at his hands. "What's going on? What's wrong with my technique? It's not working..."
He reaffirms his resolve, preparing to attack again. "Fine. I'll show you the power of my Thousand Blades."
Once more, nothing happens. Majeh looks to his hands, again. "What's wrong with my techniques?"
"It's not enough!" The creature begins to stir, it's wings raise.
"Damn, I won't be beaten by-"
Before Majeh could say another word, the creature moved, so fast, even he couldn't react.
"GIVE ME MORE!"
[hr]
Majeh awoke. "Wha-!"
He was in a cold sweat. "A dream..?"
But I haven't had a dream since I became an Envoy.
Mercer braced himself as he was struck by the blast and kept his feet as he was pushed back. His back heel tore up a line of tarmac in the road behind him. He raised his head and grinned as he came to a halt after being driven back several metres.
"My turn." His left hand, the one that was not already mutated, transformed into a spike which he drew back, then thrust straight out ahead of him. The small blade launched itself at Raziel on a long, thick rope of muscle and tendon lined with razors. It covered the entire distance between the two combatants in just over a second.
"My turn." His left hand, the one that was not already mutated, transformed into a spike which he drew back, then thrust straight out ahead of him. The small blade launched itself at Raziel on a long, thick rope of muscle and tendon lined with razors. It covered the entire distance between the two combatants in just over a second.
As Yukino slashes through bodies, she could see a man wearing a fireman's outfit, watching her as she killed. He slowly begins walking towards her.
The figure watches Rex wander away from the group, and head in his direction. He panics, not sure if he should reveal himself or try to hide, then hears Rex begin singing. It comes as such a shock to hear singing in this city of death and chaos, the hooded figure simply freezes in place and listens.
Rex continues singing the refrain a bit off-tune. Soon enough, his chain on his arm rattles a bit, the black miasma around it a bit smaller than yesterday. [color=BB1100] You're being followed... [/color]
The guy pauses for a moment and looks back slowly. [color=008888] Is that so...? [/color]
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Yukino smirks hearing the footsteps of the man, as she drives her sword through the skull of a Brawler and causes a small fiery explosion, sending blood everywhere. Turning to the man, her smile increases a bit on her blood stained face. [color=BB66BB] "Hello there, sir. Do you have any business with me?" [/color]
The guy pauses for a moment and looks back slowly. [color=008888] Is that so...? [/color]
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Yukino smirks hearing the footsteps of the man, as she drives her sword through the skull of a Brawler and causes a small fiery explosion, sending blood everywhere. Turning to the man, her smile increases a bit on her blood stained face. [color=BB66BB] "Hello there, sir. Do you have any business with me?" [/color]
Seeing the tendril launched at me, I barely had the time to react. Shifting my weight, I spun around 90 degrees, narrowly evedading the tendril, as it moved past where m intestines had been. Seizing the moment, I grabbed on to the tendril with my free hand, and after steadying myself, pulled it towards me. Despite my nearly skeletal form, I possesed inhuman strength, enough the effortlessly move or tilt blocks of solid stone, twice my size.
Wherther I pulled my opponent towards me or not, I kept the wraith blade at my side, ready to strike at a moment's notice.
Wherther I pulled my opponent towards me or not, I kept the wraith blade at my side, ready to strike at a moment's notice.