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Post by Jack on Aug 16, 2005 22:23:35 GMT -5
(Onizuka) The blasted dead beast was still tailing him. Onizuka stumbled through the rain in his odd hybrid form, twisting back ever so often to glance at the three-headed undead creature listlessly following like a lost puppy. Not a good thing to have tagging along, Onizuka thought bitterly. His half-man, half-tiger form wasn't really intended for long distance running, so he supposed he'd be facing his pursuit shortly. He'd left Mithos fighting the two men who'd rode in on Cerberous, and he hoped he'd done the right thing. That left him with only two prospective opponents, though since one of them was Satan, his future didn't seem that much brighter.
He finally broke through the last veil of dark rain and was upon Thanatos and Cynric. Onizuka was somewhat stunned to see BioDiesel between them, holding some sort of dagger, bearing down on Cynric. The middle-aged man in the odd garments, however, was advancing on BioDiesel's turned back, sword ready. Aren't we all allies against Satan? Onizuka thought grimly, bursting forth and imposing himself between the pair. With his superfast movement, the orange fur which remained on his forearms and back faded away, as he consumed his demon side for power. He crouched low, with his back to Bio's, preparing to knock Thanatos down before his blow could land on Diesel. In a spat of quick thinking, Thanatos faded almost from view, a ghostlike ethereal form of him passing through both Onizuka and BioDiesel to solidify for a strike against Cynric, which Satan ducked under and was immediately standing again. It was as if Thanatos had been intending to strike Cynric all along.. and perhaps he had. Whether the man was an ally or not, Onizuka had larger immediate concerns.
BioDiesel turned slightly and looked over his shoulder at Onizuka. "That you, Oni?"
"It is. We need to withdraw, where's that girl that was with you?"
"We got seperated. Where's Zeroth and Mithos?"
"Zeroth is dead. Mithos is engaging two opponents not far from here."
"Collect Mithos and go. I'll be along shortly," BioDiesel lied.
"You're a bad liar."
"Even for a guy trying to sacrifice himself to save his friends?"
"Especially for a guy trying to sacrifice himself to save his friends."
"Just shut up and go already."
"You're bleeding pretty heavily. I think I'll stick with you until we go."
BioDiesel chuckled and stared pointedly at Cynric. "You know who that is?"
"Yeah. Who's the spare, though?"
"Don't know. Not a big concern at the moment, it'd seem. You ready?"
Onizuka stood fully and exhaled slowly. "Yeah."
With that BioDiesel reached back and grabbed the hybrid man's arm, twisting and hurling Onizuka at Cynric. The world spun dizzingly for a moment before Onizuka purchased footing on Cynric's chest. The drop-kick knocked Cynric back, but the unarmed boy was quick to respond. Almost before the part-tiger man fell back to the ground, Cynric landed a blinding axe-kick to his sternum, just as the thundering BioDiesel swept in overhead with a daggerlike swipe of Cynric's own katana. The long-haired boy dropped under it, leaning in and pressing Onizuka's body into the mud. As BioDiesel's arm passed by, Cynric kicked off of Oni's body and into the air, delivering a knife-hand jab to the gaping wound in the back of BioDiesel's neck. Overextended and gasping in pain, BioDiesel had no time to react as the boy then kicked off his back (inciting further pain via the wounds there), and took to the sky with a gracefull swoop of his dark wings.
Onizuka kicked back to his feet, metabolizing the greater portion of his remaining tiger demon to sustain himself, shrinking slightly and losing his catlike ears and muzzle. All that remained of his tigerlike self was the winding black stripes that crossed about his arms and face.
"Diesel, you alright?"
The giant man was doubled over, his hands on his knees and a vacant expression on his face. "Yeah. This guy doesn't play as nice as the last one, is all. Here, take the sword. I don't think I'll be using it anymore." BioDiesel tossed the blade hilt first towards Onizuka, who stood with arm extended to catch it.
The katana dissappeared in midair. BioDiesel stared after it confusedly, as Onizuka snapped his attention off to the right. Before he could roll out of the way, the striped man was carried into the air by Cynric, the katana firmly embedded in his stomach and pointing out his back. The muddy tract of puddles below them dissappeared as Satan bore him higher and higher into the roiling storm above. Onizuka could but gasp and sputter blood as he stared into Cynric's face, the sinister glow in the boy's eyes more apparent then ever.
"I sense there are few souls left throughout Hell to sustain my power, you're a welcome and fitting meal before my journey continues," Cynric/Satan whispered as the blade inched upward through Onizuka's gut with a wet tearing sound.
With a bloodcurdling scream Onizuka burned up the last of the tiger demon he'd possessed for so long, the stripes curling across his body and into his right arm, where he raked a half-tiger claw across Cynric's face. Three diagonal red lines appeared and immediately ran with blood, the lowest line tracing across and cutting through the boy's left eye. In a burst of pain and fury, Cynric/Satan wrenched the blade out through Onizuka's side, lashing out with a foot and sending the man's broken form careening down towards the ground. As darkness took the edges of his vision, and the pain took on a numbing form he somehow knew meant he was dying. The spiralling image of Cynric's winged form, clutching the side of his face gingerly, was his last sight as he fell.
"Onizuka? Onizuka, stay with me." The voice called to him from somewhere, and he tried his best to tear his mind from the overpowering draw of darkness he percieved as rest. Mithos had managed to intercept Onizuka as he fell, catching him before he met the ground. It had been a close thing, though, and still there was little the Cruxis could do to save the man. He set Onizuka down on a small streaming embankment, tying a wide band of cloth about the man's midsection and tightening it until the man coughed blood.
"Onizuka? Onizuka!"
The man started and blinked up at the evolved elf. "Need to..need to pull out... Find the girl.. Where..where is BioDiesel?"
Mithos looked alarmedly at the blood that was spilling past the makeshift bandage. "I don't know where they are. Was Zeroth with you?"
"Dead.. Killed by..killed by Cynric. BioDiesel was with..he was there, with me..Fighting Cynric-"
The Cruxis looked up suddenly, seeing the sillohouttes of Haveti and Kirimisa approaching. "Don't talk, Onizuka, and don't try to move. I'll get you out of here as soon as I can."
Mithos regained his feet and drew his blade again, holding it low and at a diagonal. He strode forward, minding he didn't lose track of where Onizuka lay in the fierce rainstorm. Haveti and Kirimisa stood patiently, their own weapons ready.
Not too far away, BioDiesel struggled to his feet and looked around. The two fighters he'd originally seen and Onizuka had left, and he felt to exhausted to try to follow this time. He'd been brought back to his senses by a noise, and he couldn't recall now what it had been, so his eyes flickered about the dark rain which fell around him. Six red eyes dully stared back, and a low, rumbling growl sounded. BioDiesel flicked out his hand, palm open, and a brightly lit cross stared back at Cerberous. The two slowly approached each other...
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Post by Jack on Aug 16, 2005 22:23:55 GMT -5
(Thanatos) Thanatos could feel Lucifer’s thoughts reaching to him through the storm. The exhaustion in the fallen Angel’s thought was palpable, something that threatened to suck out the last bits of strength Thanatos had to sustain himself. The Beast was withdrawing for now, before these creatures could realize how close they had come to defeating him. Thanatos knew he was being abandoned, but he had expected no less.
Allowing his anger at the metal bearer of the crucifix to overtake him had been a mistake, one he knew he would probably live to regret. Still, there was time to redeem himself in the eyes of those he sought to betray. He had not been fast enough to match Lucifer in his ascent with Onizuka, but he had managed to follow the tiger demon as it passed him in the air. As the Cruxis screamed desperately, turning back halfway in his charge at the other two assailants and reaching a hand towards the one he sought to protect, Thanatos descended on the fallen warrior.
Twin bursts of flame shot from aged man’s hands, missing the Cruxis by inches. It was not until Kirisima’s grunt reached his ears that the strike had not been intended for him. His body half-turned, he tilted his head back to see his two assailants. He could see the places where the flames had struck them on their arms, and though they had suffered no injury to speak of, they both bore expressions of shock. Thanatos had to fight to keep his expression straight faced. He really hadn’t wanted to expend two souls like that just to attempt to remove himself from those men’s memories, but he needed this opportunity.
His hand came up above his head and energy seemed to gather and build in it. What little light there was in the area seemed to be pulled towards that one spot, leaving darkness behind it and making what brightness emanated from it seem that much greater. Mithos was running back towards him, thinking he meant harm to his friend. Onizuka was looking up into that spot as if in a trance, and somewhere in the back of his mind he seriously wondered if this was the end. As the light suddenly became flame, he was certain that this stranger was about to kill him.
The hand descended, slamming into Onizuka’s wound and sending pain ripping through every fiber of his body. For a moment it felt worse than when the blade had been embedded in his organs. Onizuka screamed, all of the air rushing out of him in a roar that he couldn’t hear over the pain that wracked his body. Mithos seemed to move in slow motion as his blade flew towards this torturer’s head.
Onizuka’s scream stopped suddenly, and he gasped for air. It took him a moment to realize that his pain had subsided, leaving only a dull ache that centered on his gut behind. He glanced down at himself, and had only a moment to realize that the wound had stopped bleeding, a moment to realize that he might survive, and then everything was moving again.
Mithos leaped over Onizuka’s body, his eyes filled with hatred as he rushed the gray haired man. The man leapt backwards, barely missing loosing his head entirely. He tried to scream something at Mithos, to point back at Oni, but the elf creature seemed to only take it as another threat.
“Wait!” Onizuka shouted, and Mithos stopped short.
“As I was trying to say,” the gray haired man said, surprisingly calm for one talking to someone who had just tried to kill him, “I don’t really know how to heal wounds like that, but I do know that bleeding that much is not good for most creatures.” Onizuka struggled to his feet, finding that even with the majority of the wound cauterized moving was still painful, and he was still in pretty bad shape. He wanted to speak, but a scream from the one-armed alien who came leaping at the three of them. The little spell seemed to have worked on him - Thanatos could detect no sign of recognition in him – he could only hope it worked the same on K. Not that it meant he could stay in their presence for long – anything could potentially remind them of him, from Haveti taking a minute to think about his sword, to K taking a moment to think about the sound of his voice.
Oni looked at the two men and growled, a sound that came from low in his throat like an animal.
“I recommend withdrawing for now.” Thanatos said, “It is not wise to allow your enemy to choose the battleground if you have any other options.” He looked around the area, sensing more than anything else, “And do you think it wise to abandon your metal friend?”
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Post by Jack on Aug 16, 2005 22:24:14 GMT -5
(Fett) What'd I do to deserve this? BioDiesel thought as he stared into the trio of snarling visages. He narrowly percieved that the cell count indicator on his head's up display was blinking on and off. The warmth he felt running down the small of his back was his own blood, and he was losing too much of it. Two of the wounds, side by side on his upper back, were from Tenia's claws tearing into him, they'd reopened as he'd been fighting the first dark angelic figure, and the slash at the back of his neck hurt the most; every time he turned his head he felt it, a biting pinch becoming difficult to ignore.
As the heads bobbed closer, large, canine heads, dead grey fur and sinister red eyes, it dawned upon BioDiesel that the heads were all on the same body. Some sort of freak.. he thought, tired amusement quickly draining from his eyes. The beast before him was steadily drooling blood, which spattered across the dark puddles as it stepped closer. The center head had a mess of gashes inscribed in it, as if it had already met a swordsman, and recently. Wish I had that hammer, or better yet my gun, BioDiesel thought. Now, how should I go about this..
Before he could finish his thought, Cerberous pounced upon him, catching the exhausted BioDiesel's right leg under an enormous paw. Before he rightly knew what was happening, his face was full of the dripping blood and he was on his back in the mud, holding up his arms weakly to fend off the snapping jaws which seemed to fill the sky. Snapping to his senses, BioDiesel held his left arm steady against the gnawing teeth of the beast, lashing out with the right, delivering metal-fisted blows to the center face. The first and second punches knocked jarringly on the front teeth of the beast, before he was able to begin extending his reach and scoring on flesh. The monster didn't seem affected at all.
The gnashing fangs attacking from his entire field of vision were taking their toll. Before long BioDiesel's fleshy upper arms and shoulders were open and bleeding, and an unlucky gash marked his forehead as well. Grimacing, BioDiesel pulled his left arm in closer, nearly tucking it to his body so that the center head could bite in more closely. Just as the center face reached in as close as it could to rip at Bio's chest, BioDiesel leaned up and extended his fist as far as he could - directly into it's eye. The dull red eye exploded under the force of the blow, showering the man with blood and fluid. Cerberous arched it's back and howled, freeing BioDiesel.
The man immediately leapt up - and fell back again. The crushing force of the larger beast had broken his leg, and he wouldn't be going anywhere very fast. Beginning to feel the early tinges of despair, BioDiesel began scrabbling away through the mud, his gaze locked on the thrashing beast. Cerberous broke free of his raging pain far sooner then he would have liked, and five furious eyes immediately locked onto the squirming form in the mud. Looks like the end, Bio thought grimly. The heads of the beast were all over again, blocking out the raging sky and turning his world into one of foul, dank air and a maw of teeth sweeping across from all directions. BioDiesel feebly kicked out with his good leg, catching one of the heads under the chin but not detering it even slightly. He pushed against the biting jaws with his hands, aware of the metal shrieking beneath the strain of the fangs. Dimly he percieved the beads of his rosary break, and he managed to grasp his treasured crucifix before it slipped away.
Time seemed to slow as he gripped the flaming piece of metal, and his pain seemed to flee even as his vision became clear. Narrowing his eyes and yelling past the snarling of Cerberous' heads, he flung back his hand and then chucked the cross down the center head's open throat. The light still flickered in his vision for a moment as the cross dissappeared down the cavern of a throat, and BioDiesel kicked both his legs to claw free of the beast, forgetting the pain of his broken bones. Cerberous hesitated curiously, hacking and spitting and working it's jaws, and it's dead grey flesh visibly trembled. Eyes wide in amazement, BioDiesel pulled himself into a crouch before the beast and hung his head, steepling his hands and delving deeper into prayer then he'd commited in years. A glow could be seen beneath the skin of the beast, and smoke rose from the hair on it's back, even as the five remaining eyes bulged and it spewed forth blood and steam from it's three mouths. The pathetic wailing tore at BioDiesel's concentration as the beast burst into flame, howling madly and impossibly as the undead suffering creature it was. A sudden and abrupt end to the beast sounded as it exploded, a concussive wave knocking the cybernetic man on his back and spraying him with scalding blood. The forward half of the beast still burned with smoldering flesh, but it's ribcage was an exposed and blasted open crater. Two twitching hunks of muscle tissue past the pelvis were it's hind legs, Bio assumed.
His crucifix was gone. Had he doomed himself to several hours of suffering before bleeding out and dying, or managed to save himself? BioDiesel was still trembling slightly, and he quietly voiced his closing 'amen'. He worked himself to his feet, leaning heavily on the unbroken one and hobbling over to the creature's burning corpse. There was nothing left of his cross, though he might be able to work a splint or a crutch from the exposed ribs here. After what seemed like several hours of hacking at the protruding bone with nothing but his metal hand, he managed to break off two pieces. The longer one was thick and sturdy, with a wide end that would fit into his armpit to make a suitable crutch. The shorter one made a very poor splint for his leg indeed, as it was slightly curved and he needed something straight. Still, he snapped his bones back into place (he hoped), and tied off the splint to his lower leg. He noticed two of the fingers on his robotic left hand were missing, to add to the damage it had already recieved. It wasn't responding well, and so he closed it tightly into a fist with his right hand, and kept it that way.
There was no time to weep for Onizuka, whom BioDiesel thought dead. No time to stop and weep for anything, BioDiesel decided. If I don't get moving now and escape this kill zone, I'm useless to everyone. The enormous man struggled to Cerberous' head, intending to break off a fang to keep with him as a weapon, but he could swear through the flames he still heard a light whimper. Perturbed, Bio forwent the ordeal of retrieving one and continued on, hobbling out into the rain away from the fallen beast.
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Post by Jack on Aug 16, 2005 22:24:30 GMT -5
(Haveti) NRP: Not sure where everyone is at the moment, characterwise, or where everyones gone from computer problems or just MIA. I'll be gone from posting for a little while, probably after tuesday. So if anyone needs me to change something about my post let me know before then.
The orange one had not travelled far before returning, broken and beaten. His return heralded the approach of a new enemy, however, an aging man who flew on dark wings. Haveti's mind buzzed with an intangible thought, something relating to the bearded man who had arrived. A hook, cast in the Sii`Rul's mind, but hopelessly mired and unable to pull back recollection of the warrior. It is no matter. Haveti flicked his blade into a diagonal, pointed away from his body, so that he could sprint with it more easily. The Greater Gods have already shown me their favor.
The injured man interested Haveti little, but the Cruxis and the newcomer seemed ready for battle. The older of the two, the one whose face he found familiar, had a calm demeaner that unsettled Haveti. The alien began his charge, rushing in towards the winged Mithos, whose blade was already drawn. The older man seemed to be watching him with interest, and Mithos used his wingspan to propel him directly into Haveti's charge, sliding his blade towards Haveti's midsection. Haveti parried with a quick pull of his own sword, catching his opponent's blade near the hilt of his own sword. He rolled his wrist, flinging Aenior aside and stepping in close to Mithos. With a sudden surge, Haveti slams his forehead into Mithos' face, knocking the elf back.
Mithos pushed off the ground and kicked to his feet, a trickle of blood running down from his nose. He lunged off the ground and made a blinding aerial assault on Haveti, sword arcs snapping back and forth on the alien from all directions. Still, many Haveti managed to block even unbalanced as he was with only one arm to grip his sword. Two slipped through, inciting crimson gushes of blood that flowed down what was left of Haveti's armor. The feeling of exultion soared through Haveti at the pain, and he leapt up and batted Mithos' blade aside, scoring another deep cut in the Cruxis' leg, parrallel to the last one.
Behind them, Kirimisa's head had finally cleared. It had taken some know-how in magics for him to overcome, but he was free of Thanatos' spell. The man took no time to ponder or reason, however, simply threw a devious wink at Thanatos before forming a blank mask of determination. He took up his scythe and stalked in to the dueling opponents, looking for an opening to sweep his blade through at Mithos. None of them noticed as the Elemeleon he'd seen before walked quietly along the peripheral of their fight, cautiously observing.
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Post by Jack on Aug 16, 2005 22:24:52 GMT -5
(Jonash) "Tell me," a familiar voice begged the drossy figure awake, "Why did I not kill you when I first found you?"
Bio Diesel leapt to his feet. He found himself on top of a red-feathered bed, covered in satin sheets. The room in which he awoke was filled with gold and various other treasures. His wounds were bound and he could tell various healing herbs had been placed in them. He heard the voice echo down a hallway and realized he was alone in the room. Fearing to give away his location he remained quiet.
"You have to excuse my rudeness Bio Diesel," the voice continued, "I forgot to introduce myself. You see, I wasn't quite myself when I first fought you. My name is Jonash."
Bio knew the voice and now he had a name to place with that demonic face. He hopped off the bed and landed on the floor. As he reached for the door handle to leave the room, the voice echoed once more.
"I'm at the top of the stairs if you're interested," Jonash explained.
He was interested and so he followed up to the top of the tower. The roof was the close to the size of a small barn. It had raised ledges of or gray stone squares. And in the middle, there sat a man in a position of meditation. Without his horns he looked angelic, though Bio knew otherwise, he still found a strange peace in Jonash's demeanor.
"So do you intend on answering my question?" The samurai-ish figure asked, opening his eyes.
For a moment Bio looked confused.
"I am not in the habit of disobeying Satan, in fact since pledging my allegiance to him for the sake of my wife I have not disobeyed him once. And yet I could not bring myself to kill you, why?"
After a long pause Bio answered as best he could. "Things are not always black and white as we had hoped up there on the surface."
"Indeed," He laughed. "Would you like to know how badly?"
Though in his mind Bio had no reasoning to understand this foe he agreed and so Jonash told his sad story. He told him of the fall of the Nephilim nation and his part in it. and then he told him of his journey to this place and of Cynric's corruption. And Bio Diesel listened not knowing whether to believe him or not.
The Nephilim held back the information regarding Thanatos, as Lucifer's hold was still too strong to give up information that would allow him to know of the final out come Satan planned for this war. In regards to the destroyer of worlds, he only gave warning that their are members among you who truly are not what they appear.
Then Jonash explained something that shook Bio to the core of his being. The traitor among you, like me, is not form this world. But unlike me he will destroy... everything. Jonash had suspected since meeting Thanatos, he was no longer in his home dimension. But it wasn't until Tenias that he knew it to be true. He had served Cynric only because he hoped that he would send him back. But as Cynric realized more and more Jonash’s usefulness, the hope of returning now seemed distant.
He finished his long-winded speech with this: "I am tired of having to enjoy killing only because that monstrosity tells me to do so. I must see if you are capable to end it." He stood up “Defeat me and I will show you a way of defeating Cynric.” At that, Jonash picked up his sword and rushed at Bio saying, “Otherwise, I will be forced to continue to serve him!”
NRP: If this screws with what ever is going on please delete it. I again will be out for a while. But my mother just bought a new computer so I willl be back and running in a few short weeks. Also I may be coming to Florida very soon. I'll give James a call when I get the chance.
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Post by Jack on Aug 16, 2005 22:25:11 GMT -5
(Mithos) Mithos had fallen back, wondering what to do. I have to get him out of here...But those two will follow me and cut us both down...What am I to do...? He questioned himself. Mithos stared down at the two foes. One must die if I am to even have a chance to escape... All three of them were fatigued, and they all were beginning to become less accurate with their attacks. Perhaps one attack would be all I needed... Mithos raised his blade and pointed it at them.
"You who oppose Destiny are condemned to death." He then landed, and charged at his two enemies. He failed at his attack, and was parried. He knew that he had not long, and he had to get Onizuka out of there. He jumped back a few feet, and charged again, failing once more. He had to think of something quick. Haveti had cut him twice, and it would soon be a third time, and Kirisima was waiting for a opening to attack, as well. It wouldn't be long before he was in the same state as Oni if he didn't do something fast. He jumped back, and charged once more. Kirisima and Haveti both got into the same defensive stance, expecting the same thing. The Cruxis jumped at the last second, turned in the air, and threw his blade with all his might. Kirisima and Haveti were caught off guard at Mithos not attacking the same as before, and turned to look behind them. Kirisima turned and found a blade fly through his chest. He looked down and the small portion of the blade sticking out, and saw the runes. They began to move, and everything began to swirl. He fell. Mithos landed next to him, and looked down.
"Whether he survives or not, it is up to you. We can stay here and fight, and we both will lose a comrade. Or, we can perhaps have a chance at saving our comrades if we go our serparate ways. Neither of us look to be in much of a condition left to fight." Mithos said, looking at the alien. He grabbed the blade from Kirisima's chest and quickly pulled it free. He sheathed it, looked at Haveti once more, then spread his wings, flew over to Onizuka, and picked him up. "I did only what I had to do. I have nothing against either of you, but my duty is to serve Destiny, and I must fulfill that cause. If I were you, I would turn back and save your friend, as I am. But do as you wish, it does not matter to me." Mithos and Haveti both looked at Kirisima, who was gasping for air and laying in a pool of blood. Now, both sides were nearly the exact same. Oni was injured severly, and so now was Kirisima.
Haveti looked up at him, and began to raise his blade, wondering whether or not to attack him. Mithos laughed painfully.
"I can fly, if I were you I would not bother to chase me. I doubt aliens have wings like angels do." Mithos said, then be spread his wings once more and began to slowly back away, slowly gaining altitude also. Haveti stood there, watching him, trying to decide whether to attempt to save Kirisima or chase Mithos and wait until he was too tired to keep up his altitude, then kill them both. Both sides had forgotten about the Elemeleon that had watched the battle. Mithos had meant to thank him and apologize to him about his quick judgement, but there was still something strange about him and the way Kirisima had winked at him...
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Post by Jack on Aug 16, 2005 22:25:34 GMT -5
(Fett) The winged man was upon BioDiesel before he could sort his thoughts. In one slick movement Jonash slid his sword free of it's sheath and crossed the distance between them, where it met BioDiesel's vicious blocking backhand swing. A scalding hiss of sparks scattered across the intricately tiled floor, and the giant cyborg lunged in at the Nephilim. The sudden push on his still broken right leg shot a cascade of mind-numbing pain through him, and his attack faltered. Too close for a slash, Jonash turned his blade aside and slammed it hilt-first into BioDiesel's gut, ducking into the cyborg as he doubled over and shrugging him off with his super-human strength. Bio fell back against the polished ivory wall and slumped down, dizzy and breathless.
"Surely you can do better," Jonash said with a tinge of dissappointment. "Your pain is little more then a catalyst for your strength. If you die, you die. If you live, you live. But don't succumb to your pain and weakness before doing so."
For a moment Diesel's head hung low, and a shadow drifted across his face. "Yeah?" his deep voice echoed distantly on the walls of the chamber, "Maybe I'm goin' easy on you so you're alive to show me that way to defeat Cynric."
Jonash grinned, rolling the sword with his wrists, bringing it upright with a flick. With the graceful ease of a practiced swordsman he glided in on the balls of his feet, bringing his blade down upon BioDiesel, who threw up a hand to catch it - or would have, had that hand been functional. The edge slid through the metal and sheared off most of BioDiesel's crushed hand. At the same time, Bio reacted, pushing up from his slouch with his good foot and hand to grab the Nephilim. Jonash grappled with the larger man in turn, his superior strength thrusting BioDiesel back into the wall again. Unfortunately for both of them, the ancient wall of the tower was built for opulence, not impunity. With a crunch the pair passed through the masonry and found themselves falling through open air. The Nephilim's blade stuck in the wall just as they passed through, quivering tauntingly at the General of Hell as it shrunk from view. Jonash instinctively worked his impressive wingspan, but the dead weight of the cyborg grasping him was simply too much. They rolled through the air, BioDiesel's cloak flapping wildly and the winged man's feathers ruffling, before crashing through a mid level balcony. The cyborg had taken the blow to his back, smashing through the stone and tile like a wrecking ball, and soon a wealth of stone pieces and broken tile were falling with them. They switched places several more times, largely do to Jonash struggling with his wings, but in the end it was him and not BioDiesel who met the ground first. The cyborg crashed heavily into him, before rolling off under a sprinkling of bricks and porceilin shards.
Still Jonash found his feet first, severely bruised and somewhat winded, to glance across at the groaning BioDiesel. Twisting his arms and rubbing dust off his new armor, he stepped over to the cyborg and picked him up. A dazed Bio looked back at him, eyes unfocused and half-lidded. The smaller man hefted his opponent into the air lightly, before kicking him in the chest hard enough to send him flying away from the palace and into the grounds where the prodigal toiled. The painful kick knocking him somewhat to his senses, BioDiesel shakily kicked back to his feet just as Jonash was sweeping in on his dark wings, and managed to roll out of the way and into one of the ruts. The rut was smooth and shallow, worn by the passings of a boulder that had traveled back and forth for eons. The stone itself was several meters away, slowly escaping further by the ministrations of a weary and blank-looking dead man. Just as Jonash made a sweeping turn, transmogrifying one of the nearby souls into another sword, BioDiesel crouched by the boulder, placing his good foot close for leverage and setting his bad leg out for balance. The dead prodigal stepped back and stared stupidly at the hulking man, unsure of what to do. After this, I'm going to take a long rest, BioDiesel thought to himself wearily.
Jonash's image blurred as it neared, the half-angel racing in at breath-taking speed, bearing down on the prone BioDiesel, who appeared to have propped himself up on boulder in a manner of exhaustion. Just as he neared, however, Bio scooped an arm under the boulder with one arm and heaved it off his shoulder right into Jonash's path. A crack sounded throughout the level as the boulder split, shattering and sending splinters of stone tumbling about everywhere. When the dust cloud had subsided, BioDiesel hobbled over amid the larger pieces of rubble in search of a fallen body.. in vain. "Impressive BioDiesel, you're tricky for a brute, feigning defeat while planning victory." Jonash stood a distance behind him, unscathed save for a broken sword in his hands. "Unfortunately your strength fell short of your act. Though had you thrown that any stronger, this foul blade would have failed me completely," he muttered, tossing aside the broken hunk of metal that a minute ago had been a soul.
BioDiesel, too exhausted for words, had torn open the wounds upon his back in his strenuous throw, and was again weeping blood through his tattered cloak. With a grunt he tore the worn cloth free, letting it's folds puddle about the ground amid the scattered stone. Only his sweat-stained undershirt underneath, his impressively honed musculature was now visible, along with his pants and scuffed boots. He slowly began stomping forward, prompting his opponent to advance as well. Time skipped a beat and suddenly the world was a flurry of punches, and he was striking out as well, thrashing his broken and unbroken metal fists into the smaller form even as he was thoroughly pelted with a hailstorm of Jonash's punches. Both men fell back after what seemed like an entire minute, painting and strained. BioDiesel was covered with dozens of welts that had been hammered into him, along with lines of blood that ran steadily from his nose, while Jonash's armor was unmarred, to speak little of what damage had carried through underneath. The Nephilim's clear laugh broke Bio's reverie. "A savage beating. Inherent nature's most base and animalistic violence. Is it wise to strip the guile and strategy from your thought while against me?"
BioDiesel stayed silent, hating everything about the situation, from the conversation, to the satanic opponent, to the very world where the air tasted so dead and mired in despair. He wiped his face clean of blood with a swipe of his arm, glaring back at his opponent and wondering what to do.
NRP: If you deleted a post every time you ruined one of our plans, which in this case you did, it wouldn't be much of a contest as our master plan is defeating Da M-Nation. Like in real life, plans don't always work out and the unexpected is bound to happen. Keeps things interesting, and I wouldn't have it any other way. Fight away, Nephilim General, it is time for me to go to bed for the night.
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Post by Jack on Aug 16, 2005 22:25:54 GMT -5
(EvelynXandii) NRP: I've been MIA for a bit too long, and I am having some difficulty getting back into routine. This post won't be much, but my future posts will be better.
RP: Eve had her eyes closed in her alcove for the longest time. Her state of being was deeper than any meditation, and more focused than hypnosis, but was just above sleep. She had no awareness of the outside happenings, and was in a deep reflection of her two lives.
Her eyes snapped open, and she quickly became aware of the surrounding battle. She stood up, finding herself mere yards away from Kirimisa, Haveti and Mithos. Some distance in the other direction, Onizuka and Cynric were at odds, Onizuka crouched on the ground on all fours.
Eve wanted to help, but she had no idea who to help first or even how to help.
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Post by Jack on Aug 16, 2005 22:26:17 GMT -5
(Jonash) Sword slash after sword slash, Bio Diesel lashed out with every fiber of his being, blocking with whatever he could: rocks, ruble from the collapsed wall, limbs from trees, even roots dug straight from the ground. All the while, Jonash berated him, begging him to give up and go back to wherever he came from.
But when Bio Diesel’s back was against the wall, he threw his arm in front of him in hopes of deflecting Jonash’s powerful sword blow. As the blade passed right through what remained of Bio’s hand, he thrust the oil and blood soaked limb through the wall behind him causing him to fall right though it as the wall collapsed. Jonash looked up only too late to react and the entire tower they had fallen from cascaded down upon him.
When Bio stood up brushing the masonry from his battered body, he grimaced upon seeing light emanate from the ruble and leapt for higher ground. Just as the half-man, half wolf, half cyborg landed on the remaining pieces of stairs the mound surrounding Jonash formed into lava and spread across a small area burning all in its path. As the area leveled out, a ball emerged from the center of the lava pool and melted down revealing a fiery figure. As the flames subsided, the lava cooled and then hardened. And Jonash emerged from the flames.
“You gotta be kidding me,” Bio said to himself.
“I have several abilities other then angelic like speed and soul manipulation. Fire and earth elements also yield to me,” Jonash explained.
Bio rose and charged towards the Nephilim with all his force, as the ground behind him opened and hoped to engulf Bio, leaving a large crater in his wake.
As Jonash took stance to defend, he realized he made a major miscalculation in his last feat. His feet trapped under the cooled magma, all he could do was take the blow. Bio threw his left shoulder behind him as he ran, causing one hell of a back kick to Jonash’s chin. It was then that Jonash regretted not placing his facemask on. The resulting strike dislodged Jonash allowing for a back kick of his own to Bio Diesel’s head. As the cyborg flew through the air, he reached for the ground with his limb dragging it along the smoldering pumice, which felt oddly good along his severed limb. He flipped and landed knelling in the dirt. Jonash unfurled his wings to push him upright. And the two stood his opponent off.
He was tired, that was sure. And weak. Oh how weak he was. It was a shame really, Jonash had hoped that Bio Diesel had been better rested then he was. But that little fact mattered not. Jonash had never really planned to kill him, he was too sick of killing as it were. He only implied he would do so that he could see what lengths Bio was willing to go. This "creature," as Jonash perceived him, was marred and singed. His torn flesh hung by a few straps of metal and bone that threatened to give way any moment. His robotic hand, was just a stump from where Jonash had cut it clean off.
"This man has given so much in the hopes of defeating me," Jonash thought to himself. "Why? What purpose does he fight? Would he lay down his own life just so Cynric is defeated? I must see."
Jonash's facade disappeared and, as he had done before with Cynric, he remained in Bio's shadow landing blow after blow. Finally, with a solid punch to the gut, the cyborg was knocked to air and landed hard on ground leaving dust everywhere. As the dust settled, Bio remained motionless feeling another blade pressed firmly against his neck. "this blade was formed from the soul of the Minotaur I killed..."
"Just kill me and get it over with..." he said tired of his cynical conversation." But, at least help the others. You know how to defeat him. Maybe you could end it."
"There you go being rude again," Jonash said jokingly, "I guess will have to work on that. As I was saying, 'this blade was formed from the soul of the Minotaur I killed.' He was strong willed, much like you. And like you, he was willing to do his duty with every fiber of his being. This soul is now yours." With that, Jonash reformed the blade to make it part of Bio's cybernetic enhancements, fully repairing every damaged part.
“Cynric was once weak against gemstone,” Jonash explained. “Anything but Amethyst will do” “how do you know this?” “I had to know it in order to ensure safety. Unfortunately for you, that’s all that I know about him.” “For me? Aren’t you going to help us?” “It’s not my duty. This isn’t my world, so this isn’t my fight. Don't worry about your body breaking so easily next time, soul metal is stronger then Mythril when made from a strong willed soul. I’m just giving you a chance. You’ll find the gem encrusted weapons you seek in that tower over there. There's a hammer and a sword if you can find anything else you're welcome to it,” Jonash said pointing behind the cyborg. When he looked back to where Jonash was he was gone. In the distance, he heard Jonash say, “Get some rest. When next we meet, one of us will die.” With that, Jonash was gone.
As Bio inspected his new body, he couldn’t help but notice the crosses riddled along his left side along with the old runes that were there from the beginning.
What’s taking you so long? And why did you close your mind to me? Lucifer asked.
“Tenias was more difficult to tame then originally expected. I’m on my way. Shall I kill the tiger demon’s incarnation for you?” he requested.
I see you’re working on that enjoying thing we talked about
“if you can’t beat ‘em” yeah, sure. Get over here. With that the control of Jonash that Lucifer held grew once more.
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Post by Jack on Aug 16, 2005 22:26:43 GMT -5
(Cynric) NRP: Um, I've caught myself up as best I can, but if I make a mistake, I will attempt to make the post easy enough to correct.
RP: Anger was familiar, but it hadn't been this present, this immediately taxing in ages. His beloved mutant hellhound was dead, and not in the fun zombie way. Despite the death of Zeroth, the enemy forces had not taken the casualty toll he'd intended to feed them. At the same time, he had to feel some measure of assurance that their next encounter would be far more organized.
Keep telling yourself that, bastard.
Hiding behind a rather large rock, disregarding anyone possibly hearing him, the mouth of Cynric's body spoke aloud. "So now you take to insulting me? I figured you'd be hating me far sooner than this, boy."
Why should I be so terribly hateful? You killed Valerius, and you must pay, but my hate can't interfere with that punishment, else I become more in your control. That control being nutsty as hell by the way.
"So I noticed. I did not expect such resistance from you. I should have killed Onizuka, should have slaughtered that angelic Mithos character. It should have been a butchering, not a rabid battle."
I didn't expect to be this powerful, though, Lucy... you don't mind if I call you Lucy, right?
"If I yet had the capacity to silence you, I would argue the point, but you're far more persistent than I would like."
By the way... what is it with me that so intrigues you, Lucy? Something about what I am important? I'd say you would have been better off taking Thanatos or Jonash... or even Haveti, for that matter. Maybe he's a bit weaker in the supernatural aspect, but he would have been easy to take under sway. He loves killing nuts.
"You know nothing of you own power, boy. The mighty Gourein were once the ruling power here. They were like the Titans of Greece, might, massive beasts that made the earth shake and the Gods tremble. Sadly, so the Gods did fight back. Kurai, Onizuka, Tenia... though weaker individually, the future lords of Hell were greater in cleverness and number. However, with the true might of a Gourein and my own mind in immediate control... oh you'll see, boy, you'll see. Once I unlock your true power, none will stand against me."
zzzzz...
"You still taunt me, knowing that you will be forced to watch your world collapse? Once I am able, I shall pry into your mind and destroy your senseless pride. I will crush you in the worst of ways."
Man, I guess I was right. Villains love to monologue, and you're the king. Do you write this stuff yourself?
The sound of mixed voices approaching interrupted the blathering. Kirimisa was one, definitely, along with an unfamiliar woman and... the foreign tone of Haveti. K, he assumed, might still be on his side, and Haveti, as Cyn had pointed out, would follow his bloodlust. Good or evil was neither her nor there to him. The woman, however, seemed much kinder and gentler, somewhat of an angel in her own right, though definitely not of that high of calibur. Still, she had power and determination, and could prove difficult to persuade.
Let me talk to her. I can woo the ladies.
"You couldn't woo the last woman of earth if she were starving and you had a cooked turket."
That wouldn't hurt so much if it weren't true, you ass.
Satan set his thoughts aside... was Cynric becoming... friends with him, the Lord of Lies? Did he have any idea of his position here? Perhaps he was still delirious.
And perhaps you know less about me than you'd like to admit, the sudden voice of the half-Gourein interjected. Boy.
The three came around the corner, the two men the worse for wear. The woman seemed almost untouched. At this range, Lucipher could feel more specifically her adept healing capabilities.
AAAHAHAHAHAA! A female healer, a stoic and steadfast human hero, an alien who fights for honor and the warrior way, and a villainous and deceptive magic user! We've got the RPG stereotypes down!
K's eyes caught the receded form of Cynric. He hesitated. "Hey, Cyn... you... you alright?"
Satan fastened the makeshift eyepatch around Cynric's head, covering the eye that had been lost to the power of Oni's tiger demon spirit. He silently cursed that warrior's mighty power, waning as it might be. The dark prince turned to his allies. "I can feel the hangover, and I don't have it yet. Is everything quiet?"
Haveti sighed. "That winged swordsman... Mithos, I think... he stole away with Oni and the large metal one. I don't know about the others. Retreat is so weak."
Cyn's throat evoked a guffaw unbecoming of him. "No worries for anyone thirsty for battle. This is merely a pause in a fierce, long-lasting conflict. Don't become impatient, for there's a nutsstorm coming, and you can rest assured you'll participate in as much of it as you can survive." He glanced at Kirimisa and the woman whose name he would later learn was Villeria. "As for those of us who crave the calm before the storm, I say it's high time we gathered whatever we've got, figure out what the hell is up with each of us and where we stand, and get to planning how to free ourselves of Hell ASAP."
A twinge came over Satan's face. "What is it?" Kirimisa asked, somewhat calmed by the casual tone Cynric was displaying, somewhat settling his fears for the moment."
Come on! Say it, Lucy! K won't believe it's me unless you say it!
Satan sighed mentally. "Healer woman, can you get to healing us wounded, or do you have enough mana?"
Cynric, for the life of him, couldn't stop laughing in the back of his head. For a moment, Lucipher himself almost let out his own sadistic laugh.
NRP: So there's the little secret behind the Gourein thing here. The Gourein were the old lords of Hell, and they were huge and powerful, but overconfident, so people like Oni took their place in ages past. And stuff. I hope that this will help explain why Cynric totally owned so much of this battle. I did not intend to make Cyn quite so strong so fast, but Onizuka posted his first actions as Satan and turned him into a new DBZ villain and had him completely rock everyone, so I kind of had to play it up. If you call it god-moding, it wasn't my fault, everyone else assumed the raw power. And it's technically titan-moding.
Yea, I'm going to Hell for that last horrendous joke. I guess I'd better get used to it here.
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Post by Jack on Aug 16, 2005 22:27:02 GMT -5
(Jonash) He consumed by it. Satan's control over him had grown nearly completely. He was now his total and loyal servant. After giving the soul of the strong willed and, often defiant, beast to Bio Diesel, he lost all will to resist his control. While Tenias was giving him the strength to resist, it seemed as though the Minotaur gave him the reasoning to resist. Now, he did the orders of Satan without question. And the order he was following now was the order to "consume." And with each soul he consumed, he lost that much more control. When he had consumed the last soul in the level, he made his way to the third level. He had finally consumed enough souls that his horns reached close to his lower back.
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Post by Jack on Aug 16, 2005 22:27:30 GMT -5
(BioDiesel) NRP: Sorry for my MIA-ish-ness. Had a couple false starts but finally got a post to stay down.
The darkly angelic being was gone, leaving BioDiesel with naught but pain and more questions. He was whole again, or rather as complete as he had ever been. His entire left forearm had been replaced, a slightly lighter rune-matrix system and a shiny new robotic hand. The properties of the soul metal that had replaced his lost marrow cap, however, did not match that of silver, and blood, his own blood, was weeping through the seam where metal met flesh. If left unchecked, in time his werewolf body would reject the cybernetic arm, growing a living one like a lizard can regain a tail. BioDiesel would have to cap the bone with silver himself, he didn't like the idea of natural blood corroding the high efficiency fluid he'd had injected into him so long ago. The cell count indicator in the corner of his vision had fallen below that required for him to stay concious, so he supposed his bloodstream was already well filled with the hot, werewolf blood that was his birthright. Damn it all..
What was done was done. It was time to keep moving again, and his ingrained military training took over and he numbly trudged back into the palace, head swirling with thoughts.
The blood of the werewolf has been returned to my werewolf body, soon will I transform into the violent, mindless beast, like my predecessor? Will I be slave to the wax and wane of the moon, worshipping it's ways in the manner of a heathen? Can anyone, be it that silent girl, my comrades in Hell, or even God himself give a care about me, monster that I am? His immediate thought was to isolate himself to protect the others, but at this vantage point his allies were in graver danger without his help. And what of the traitor, the silent thief who would steal our trust and perhaps so much more?
His quiet footsteps echoed lightly down the empty halls of Plutus' domain. None of the prodigal souls remained; the 4th level of Hell had been scoured clean by the passing of Cynric the Devastator and his otherworldy retainers. Gemstones glittered vacantly at the brooding cyborg giant, but he could no more discern which stones were amethysts then he could teach portugese to a dead squirrel. I'm not a damned geologist...Lesse..rubies are red, know that.. He knelt by the piles of plunder, picking through the coins and amulets for the precious stones, which were abundant enough lying about on the surface that he did not have to dig down to locate them. Shortly after he stood, a cold metal palm filled with the lovely gems.
"Now what'm I gonna do? Walk up to Satan and start throwing these rocks at him like a little kid?" BioDiesel snorted, letting his hand fall, scattering his bounty across the marble floor. Past the initial mounds of treasure and half buried among gold trinkets against the wall, a suit of impressive looking armor stood. Curious, BioDiesel jumped atop the pile, wading through the wealth towards the armor. The helm had been resting gently on the chest armor, and was light in his hands as he removed it. A silver facemask, forged in the appearance of an old bearded god, squeeked open upon a hinge. The helment didn't fit, as he had suspected, but he placed it carefully back upon it's matching armor before resuming his search of the palace. The empty mask stared after him, seeming to wish him luck.
There seemed to be no crucifixes in the palace, which dissappointed him, although he hadn't truly expected to find any. Along his walk towards the upper levels he found a small golden box that piqued his curiousity, and within it were four crystal daggers. Two were already broken, tiny shards and bits of dust in the corner of the box, probably a result of the case being tossed carelessly into the pile. He took one of the daggers and discarded the box, hearing the a shattering sound as he turned and continued on. The blade was a deep red, dark and smooth, appearing as an elongated tear-drop of blood. The handle was carved ivory, with two gold inset rings encircling it, one at the tip of the hilt, the other fitting the dagger's blade into the ivory grip. BioDiesel spun the dagger absentmindedly in his hand as he glanced about what appeared to be an armory.
The floor of this room had been swept clean of coins and gold pieces, elegant polished mahogany racks displaying a wide variety of swords, sabers, cutlasses, katanas, and blades of make he didn't recognize. A number of the weapons glowed odd colors, some seemed to be wreathed in fire, and one blinked at him curiously. The swords, like the armor, were all too small for him, and BioDiesel stepped through a side passage into into another portion of the armory. Here were crossbows of many sizes, pikes, staffs, maces, and clubs of different composure and design. The floor was lined with woven and forged quivers of different make, all filled with arrows and ready for use. Upon the far wall, a hammer was mounted for display, similar to his last, but this inset with countless rubies and other gems. BioDiesel walked right past it, pulling free of the wall a battle axe of equal size, wickedly bladed on both the facing and opposing sides, tapering down into a long, sturdy handle. Between the blade edges an enormous gem was set, so that he could peer through it and see what was beyond, tinted with red. He slung the ax over his shoulder, taking care to slip the crystal dagger he'd found into his boot before he forgot about it.
Wandering the castle for armor that would fit a man of his proportions was largely in vain. He did manage to find a chestplate that had been made for a minotaur, and some odd headpeice he supposed would fit a minotaur's bull-like head. The armor was heavy, unlike most of the suits he'd came across, but it fit him nicely, and he liked the weighty feel of it. Exhausted from his fight and the searches of the palace, BioDiesel pushed on into Plutus' private chambers, which were deep in the underlevels, a brightly lit and impossibly ostentatious rounded den, a wide warren piled with soft animal pelts for comfort. He tossed down his axe and fell down upon the spread, staring up at the mural upon the ceiling. Plutus' own visage stared back down, luxurious white pelt gleaming pridefully even as the beast was portrayed mauling a small horde of people, a city burning in the distance. BioDiesel rolled his eyes and turned over on his side.
"BioDiesel. That was the name of a weapon. A man built only to destroy." His failures in battle had compounded his need for a new identity. "Not a good name," he grumbled. "From now on, I'm Aurec. I have compassion. I fear the loss of friends. I control my violence. I use my violence to stop that which threatens the things I love." As he drifted into sleep, the soul metal of his new arm slowly began to turn, his rune matrix thrumming lightly and a small glow visible in the symbols of the runes on each revolving plate...
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Post by Jack on Aug 16, 2005 22:28:00 GMT -5
(Haveti) Haveti had watched in idle fascination as the Elemeleon woman had healed Kirmisa's would-be fatal wound. The bleeding stopped, making it no wound at all, just a scar that would mark this battle in his memory forever.
The group had divided, more or less, upon entering the level and meeting their new foes. The boy who had led them was back, although marked now by scars that made him seem more of a leader to Haveti. The great beastly dog that had served them after death was nowhere to be found, nor was the winged man or the woman with blood-colored hair. In the back of his mind he vaguely thought there had been another, but he brushed those thoughts aside.
Villeria approached him next, a bubble of fluid swirling in her hands, but after seeing Kirimisa healed, Haveti pushed her away, somewhat offended. He would wear his wounds with pride. Frustrated, Villeria wiped off the bloody handprints Haveti had left on her and turned her attention to Cynric, whose eye had been slashed across with tiger claws not unfamiliar to Haveti, who bore similar wounds.
"Shall we then wait for our others to gather here," Haveti barked at Cynric, who was wincing at Villeria's treatment. "Or are they dead?"
"Jonash is on his way back to me now. I sense...Evelyn nearby...Hey, hey, hey watch it! That's my eye!"
"Quit blinking, I'm trying to heal that wound!" Villeria protested, frowning at Cynric.
"Then we have bested them all. The bird beast fallen, the beast of three heads pledged to us, the tiger-man fleeing to lick his wounds. All cower before us, tremble before the might of our wrath!"
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Post by Jack on Aug 16, 2005 22:28:27 GMT -5
(Onizuka) NRP: Realize I was MIA and hadn't been posting much before that, either. Not much to post about with Onizuka, but if anyone was waiting on me to post here's something.
He was once again among the raging cloud of the Malidictory Wastelands. Above him, the Cruxis strained his wings to pull his wounded burden through the storm and free of the level, though it became clear to Onizuka that Mithos was wounded as well. Thunder resounded nearby, and the air about them was shaken. Deep inside, Onizuka could feel something tear, and he knew that he would soon die. The aged winged man had closed his wound, but bleeding continued internally. That same winged man followed closely behind Mithos and Onizuka now.
Felt more strongly then his wound, the tiger demon that had been a part of him for so many eternities was gone. An empty spot within Onizuka's spirit ached with the need for that power. And all the accumulated power of his demon was able to accomplish was a couple of scratches on some Gourein boy. No ordinary Gourein boy, though.. It didn't matter now, though. The forces of Hell were very strong, although in truth he'd only seen four of them. Cynric, possessed by Satan, an armored figure who was likely a dark angel or a nephilim, a man with a scythe, and a one-armed man. There were likely others, considering BioDiesel had returned from a separate battle wounded. For the moment he'd have to count both Finch and Zeroth dead, though he hoped BioDiesel would manage to survive somehow. He was a tough guy. Onizuka faded back into unconciousness, letting blood dribble down his lips.
Thanatos silently pursued Mithos, knowing the Cruxis was aware of his presence. Thanatos wore his pleasant mask of earnest concern, watching for pursuit although expecting none. He would't mind meeting Jonash now, a chance to kill the man and solidify trust with the opposition. But each would meet his end eventually. In his mind, he laughed.
(Continued in the 2nd level)
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Post by Jack on Aug 16, 2005 22:29:10 GMT -5
(Fett) The moon rose in the sky, parting the clouds with it's glow and looming directly overhead. It seemed alive, intelligent, and very aware of his presence. The soft warmth of the pure white stone in the sky pulled at his flesh just as it did the tides, and it was all he could do to stifle a howl. The werewolf blood poured savagely through his veins, coursing back and forth, embroiled by the sight of the moon. Then it was all to much for him, and he succumbed to the urge and arched his back, throwing his head back and letting a low growl force its way free of his throat, past rows of teeth and out his furry muzzle, becoming a full-out howl.
Aurec sat up forcefully, breaking free of the nightmare, which dissolved into a dim memory. It was as if taking the name 'Aurec' had connected him strongly to the werewolf king of old. He slapped at his face with his metal hand. No muzzle. Just his weary face and his overgrown beard. Probably should cut that.. He'd been sleeping in Plutus' warren, which smelled strongly of the wolf-lord still, enough to make his eyes water. Time to get moving again, He decided, pushing to his feet.. ..and immediately falling over. There was no pain, which was a mixed blessing he supposed. But the broken leg he'd sported the previous day had healed incorrectly, and walking was no longer an option. Dim candlelight and the rolled-up leg of his pants revealed his suspicions well-founded. The bone of his leg had fully healed- At a bad angle. Without thinking he immediately rebroke it with his large metal hands, wincing in pain and swearing under his breath.
He didn't know the layout of the palace and wasn't in the mood for exploring, so he slowly made his way back to the armory, losing his balance more often then not and catching the stone walls to lean on. He contemplated using just a sword sheath for a splint, but with his unusually large build and weight, he opted to leave the sword in the scabbard so it would be more stable. Not caring to wander the halls for rope for lashings, he took the strap for one of the quivers of arrows to hold his splint in place. With a grunt and a growl (the former a habit and the latter his stomach), he made his way back to Plutus' den and laid down. He imaged a feast of raw, bloody meat, that he could tear at with his teeth..No, that's the Aurec of legend, the werewolf Alpha. Just a fairy tale.
For a biological test subject he'd had a great interest in fairy tales, stories, and legends. Before he'd been approached by the Catholic church and affirmed his faith, he'd often pretended his differences from everyone else (and the differences were rather drastic) were because he was really an alien, or an Elemental like the ones that had lived too close to those transmogrifying pillars so long ago. Of course, since traveling to Hell he'd seen several fairy tales come true. He'd seen an Elemeleon with his own eyes, he'd slipped upon her Elemental magic. That was nothing to meeting, and killing, the great Cerberous of greek legend. Killing something of legend makes you legend yourself, doesn't it? I've met Satan himself, I've killed the three headed dog of Greek Mythology. What did Aurec ever do? Led a pack of smelly dogs. I've taken this name, it hasn't taken me. My legend will be so great all will forget the werewolves, and the tragic fall of their king.
"I am Aurec. A man, not a beast. A Catholic, dammit."
Righteous anger filled him and his soul metal hand clenched into a tight fist, the runes on the fore-arm spinning and shedding ugly green light. Revalation replaced righteousness as he remember the only other time he'd seen light that shade. It had been from GenTurbine, in their world-shattering fight. His arms had shed sickly light, runes spinning and spewing raw destruction. Leaning with his warhammer tucked under his shoulder for a crutch, he sat and marveled at the radiation that leaked through the runes, raw power which flowed directly from the nuclear cell at the core of his being. God had not forsaken him in the battle against GenTurbine, denying him weapons. God had needed him for a greater fight, one against Satan himself. And so fate has given me the weapon I was designed for, my second birthright.
"BioDiesel is dead, slain by a demon named Jonash. From the ashes of a biological monster, a pure instrument of righteous death has been born. I am Aurec, man, Catholic, and killing machine."
The amendment to his previous statement left him fulfilled and he settled back upon the animal pelts of Plutus' den to rest and give his leg time to heal correctly. This time, however, he slept soundly, dreamlessly. The dreams of a long dead wolf-king were wary and stayed away, for the moment.
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