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| Topic Started: Feb 15 2010, 09:18 AM (873 Views) | |
| Shinigami | Feb 15 2010, 09:18 AM Post #1 |
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The mouth of the caves were ominously dark, and stepping into the shadow, the heat of the sun was suddenly sapped away to be replaced by a bone chilling cool. The hot dessert wind blew harshly into the cave mouth, still, whipping sand against bare legs and unprotected skin, causing the mouth of Diablo’s Bowels to howl eerily, like an injured animal. The familiar looking golem was standing at the mouth of the cave, unblinking, coldly surveying the arrivals. The was a slight fuzz coming from under its hat, like radio static, that was barely audible over the wind, but never the less hinted at something more to come. Devil’s Bowels was a system of caves, some of which were underwater, some were high in the faces of cliffs that graced the face of the desert for many miles. Most of the rooms were well lit, and had recently been filled with innocent souls, who were kidnapped and terrified, not knowing where they were, how they had gotten there, or what was to happen to them. A day before the villains were due to arrive, the innocents had been let roam through the caverns, unrestrained, to get truly lost and afraid. There were fat, thin, young, old, military, and civilian innocents in a jackpot of souls. There were even a few unlucky Shibusen students who had been taken while on missions. Due to the large collection of souls there were also a few kishin-eggs prowling the corridors, having found their way into the caves from outside, and a few that had lived in the caves already, forgotten by time, but ancient, powerful, and evil. There were also booby-traps in the caves, some false, and others deadly real. To top it all off, in an hour the ‘game’ would begin, and at the heart of the cave maze, there was promised a prize that would eclipse all of the innocent souls that could be found in the cave’s corridors. The lucky winner of this prize would be presented with whatever it was that they most truly desired, and with unimaginable power besides. It was with this, vague promise, that villains from all over the world had been invited to participate, and the time of entry was almost nigh. Once the cave door, the entrance to the start of Diablo’s Bowels, and the game, was open, it would remain open for a full day, and then it would close until the villains had managed to reach the prize. In a strange display of fair play, there was a waiting room right before the prize, with treats of delicacies from around the world, and first class delights for villains to enjoy after the stressful test. Each person who made it through one of the many many different paths in Diablo’s Bowels would wait there until the end of the day, at which time all successful contestants would be admitted to the prize room, and the final test would be faced to determine the true victor of the game.
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| Daiis Sky | Feb 15 2010, 09:03 PM Post #2 |
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His aviator was snuggly holding onto the shape of his skull, tightening its flaps so it wouldn't be left behind. His eyes were barely open, only able to make out a couple of colors, mainly yellow. Yellow seemed to be painful, building up around the small crevases between the bridge of his nose and eyes. The sand formed crusted goggles around his eyes, just leaving him a small gap to direct his speedy vessel. It had been a long time since Cumolis was allowing him to ride on his back, just the touch of his ass onto the birds back would have caused its 'spasm' and thrown Dais far into the world below. It was a nice ride, Cumolis was taking it smoothly but his great wings flapped hard, hurtling them forwards through the air. The wind felt cold agasint his skin, pin pricking every part of his body, but it was a welcome feeling as the hot laughing sun bearing down upon him was roasting him. The direction they were headed was unkown, there purpose in life.. unknown, the pair of travelers searching for their place will go through anything the world puts up agaisnt them. This awesome thought in Dais's head made him think about writing a screenplay about there adventures, he of course would be the main character along with his trusty bird...like...steed. Alas this positive thinking ended quite abruptly as he felt a familar sensation cover his body. He was falling yet again, as the colors that now accompanied his vision were a blend of yellow...but as high speeds! He wasn't the slightest bit annoyed with Cumolis for dropping him off in the middle of the desert, the bird really had grown a set of lobes with his bonding to Dais. What struck him as surprising was that he was still on Cumolis, the giant bird could not control its flight pattern. Surrounding them was a large sand twister and its currents had come form no where, completely catchign the 2 sky veterans off guard. Grabbing onto Cumolis, Dais moved his body in motion with the bird, thus helping its body with the extra weight, so it could use it to its advantage. It seemed to be working as they began following the twisters natural progression and used the built up momentum to be catapluted from it. The g-forces placed upon Dais's body was so extreme he felt like his cheeks were going to flip from his mouth and over his face, thus making him a literal inside-out man. As they slowed down, Dais felt a surge of victory well up in his body, with a fist raised in the air he shouted out, "CAAAAAAAAW!" "HAAAHAAAAA, WE ARE THE SQUAWK BROTH..e..r..s? The reason that their triumphant fanfare came to a quiet and rather frightened tone was a very random one. Not only had the twister from before appeared randomly above them yet again, but from below massive boulders lauched from the sand were abotu to make first contact of the painful kind. Grabbing his goggles Dais quickly pulled them over his eyes and then grabbed Cumolis, who in response banked to the left hard, so that they just avoided the first of the onslaught. As they banked, Dais lean't his body in the opposite direction as Cumolis to signify another hard bank. This time it was a boulder, moving at high speeds because the twister had catapluted it at them. They kept banking causing them to go upside down, as this happened the high speed boudler just grazed Cumolis's belly, then shot off into the distance. With a smile Dais and Cumolis kept dodging whatever the twister and desert had at them. With a voice full of confidence he called out to the world, "IS THAT ALL YA GOT YOU YELLER BELLIED GRIT!" Now one would think that a desert would have accepted that it was mainly yellow and was grains of rock. However this one seemed to have personal issues with itself and as such decided to give Dais a full taste of its fury. A sudden loud rumble could be heard in the distance as a very, very, jaw dropping pant wetting boulder was sent hurtling at Dais and Cumolis, full pace. With a calm look on his face he patted Cumolis's neck, and tightened his grip on Cumolis with his legs. The seagull seemed to understand and with determination in its eyes, it pulled its wings far back then let them go, shooting the pair head onto the boulder. Grinning Dais opened his hands and began chanting, "Seagull Seagull Falcis" Spoiler: click to toggle As the boulder reared its massive body upon them, Cumolis shot upwards and then flipped upside down so Dais's head was facing the rock. Using the ability granted by the chant, Dais leaped high into the air and then landed on the flipping rock. However he actually touched its surface, instead he was just above it, floating. Using the ability 'Leapo' granted to him by the chant he then started 'leaping' around the spinning boulder, causing the built up pressure to make cracks in its size. As he did this at high speeds, Cumolis flew over head, arcing over the top of the boulder, still upside down. The 2 kept moving till the reached the other side of the boulder, then Dais leaped off it and landed comfortably on Cumolis's back. Spiralling downwards the 2 had reached there destination, only to land seperatly both sporting a pair of sun glasses. As the landed the were standing in a smooth action hero pose, as the massive boulder behind them fell back into the desert, but due to the pressure that law within its cracks because of Dais's antics it exploded. A scene fit for an action movie, till the point where a stray boulder took out Dais and pinned him to the ground. Cumolis found this amusing and offered no help to the pinned and struggling witch. With an evil look in his eyes Dais squirmed out from underneath the boulder, regaining composure he walked towards the mouth of the cave acting as if nothign had happened. Reaching the caves entrance he came across the small messenger who had so kindly given him the message on a seagulls carcass. Dropping the thing on the ground Dais smiled and then walked in, leaving Cumolis to wait for him as he went into the bowels! |
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| Adrian Landry | Feb 15 2010, 11:21 PM Post #3 |
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The harsh sandy winds blew against Ringo's clothes, but hardly unwavered him in his path to Diablo's Bowels. He had heard of this mysterious place in a weird dream he had about the caverns in a vast sand dune. Souls galore, fabulous prizes to whom ever could win the great test. 'Right,' Thought Ringo, 'Or is it some labor camp for all the villians set up by Shibusen?' He tightened his trenchcoat that protected his skin from the small beads of sand that felt like pellet bullets when they hit. His black goggles across his eyes protected him a little, but sand always seemed to creep its way in. But there it was, just only a quarter mile away though the sand storm was making it more like a giant shadow but as he got closer he heard something else than the screeching of the winds. The caverns seemed to make howling sounds of animals in pain. Though these hardly effected the young weapon at all as he continually walked up to the ghastly caverns romanticised as Diablo's Bowels. A tall gaurdian stood at its entrance, covered by clothes and a hat that hid its face but white noice rasped from underneath. Ringo stared at it for a moment, expecting it to say something but it just stood there as if it were studing him as well. The teen grunted and walked into the ice cold caverns, taking off his coat, scarf, and goggles and laid them on the ground without any regard. Another person was infront of him but he also had no regard for him, treating him with the most apathetic attitude he could express. When a another pathway opened up Ringo quickly took that way, not wanting to follow in the path of another. But as soon as he came into the cold and moist walkway he came to a simple wooden door. "What?" It appeared so simple and so out of ordinary to be placed in a cavern that it took him by surprise. But he opened it, and stepped through, shutting the door behind him. "DONT SHUT THAT DOOR!!!" Screamed a voice from inside the room. A single swinging lightbulb turned on and dimly illuminated the room, enough to see two other people, who were obviously from Shibusen as they were wearing a Shinigami patch on their clothes, and a dence purple fog bouncing on the puddles on the wet ground. "Why did you do that." Said the girl who screamed at him when he came in, her face in her hands now, crying while her partner comforted her. They were sat up against another door, the door out that was presumably locked. "We've been in here for only about ten minutes and the poison is already starting to affect us." It was then Ringo noticed a purple rash growing on their cheeks and spreading down their shirts, their eyes showing a little lifeless ness. He walked over to a puddle and could see that his reflection was growing a small purple rash. "How do we get out of here?" Asked Ringo. "We dont know, but we cant get the antidote." Said the girl, pointing to a box held in the air by a thick chain with five sirenges of green liquid on the inside. Each of the sirenges had a key attached to them, a key to another door in the room. Two arm holes were on the bottom of the box. Before he stuck his arms through the holes he remembered he had seen this in Saw. A woman stuck her hands through a glass box but the opening for the holes were blades that jabbed into her hands, keeping her from freeing herself and at the same time bleeding her to death. The person who had set this up had obviously kept up on their Saw movies. The box before him was obviously not regular glass, some plexiglass or other object that prevented him from cutting into it. He sighed and took the box in one hand and stuck his other hand through. The girl looked like she was going to say something before he did, but she kept quiet. Ringo's fingers grazed the sirenges, their needles slightly pricking the top of his fingers, all the while the blades of the box were cutting into his skin coating the bottom in his blood. He slightly grimmenced in pain but hardly showed it, though the girl looked as if she were going to throw up. Finally he got ahold of the sirenge in his hand and used his other hand to pull open the blades, allowing himself to escape and pull out one of the five sirenges. "What about us?" Asked the girl in an angry tone mixed with wheezing. "What about you?" Asked Ringo irritated, the sirenge in hand. "You have to help us too. Its unfair that you should live and we shouldn't!" She shouted and her partner put his hand on her shoulder trying to calm her down though he had the same expression on his face. ]"Are you kidding? Just stick your hand in there and give up a little blood." Quickly Ringo tapped his forearm, allowing him to find his vein and he stuck in the needle as the two other kids watched in horror. He squirted the last of it in his blood stream. Ringo pulled out a simple handkercheif and wrapped it around his wrist, blood spots immediatly started to appear, "See, simple as that. Now get out of my way." He said coldly. "Not without that key." Said the girl, getting up. She looked at Ringo fiercely and grabbed her partners hand turning him into a knife. She moved fast but Ringo allowed her to get behind him, allowing her to get the knife to his throat. "Give it up, or you die." Ringo simply touched the knife with his fingers, "Wow. You wouldn't expect a Shibusen student to react that harshly when they've been in captivity for 10 minutes. And if your gonna cut me," Ringo grabbed the knife by the back and slid it across his throat, a cut as thin as a paper cut ran across his skin, "Dont hesitate." The girl looked at him in shock and backed off. Ringo turned to her, his arm changed into a black scythe blade, "You wouldn't want this antidote anyway. There's no cure for being a bitch." And within a blink of an eye the girl was knocked out, and the knife thrown into the air. The boy turned back into a human and went to attack Ringo but he caught him by the throat without looking at him. Ringo's head slowly turned to the boy so his eyes matched his, "Get a sirenge for both of you, and dont get in my way again." He released him and the boy dropped to the ground, scrambling away but eventually made his way to the box of sirenges. The teen turned to the door as if nothing had happened, ignoring the screaming of pain, and touched his hand to the door, not fully aware of the dangers outside. Edited by Adrian Landry, Feb 18 2010, 04:41 AM.
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| WoodlandBeef | Feb 16 2010, 04:23 AM Post #4 |
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Well for an alleged meeting of those rallied against the evil Shinigami, they sure knew how to pick one of the most secluded and out of the way areas possible. Granted the name of the shaman’s destination, Diablo’s Bowels seemed befitting to not only the underground network it described, but the outlying area. Gituku trekked through the hot sands with little more than his equipment, clothing, some firewood, and a secondary hooded mantle made of itchy burlap. The raging desert storm of sand and debris buffeted the dark skinned man unrelentingly, leaving an infinite tingling in his exposed skin from the constant grain barrage. Chike and Uzochi had exchanged positions with the spear fastened to his back, while the shield was held outward at an angle as to divert the sandy onslaught from Gituku’s unprotected face without hampering his vision much more than the sand already did. Living in Africa and having visited both the Sahara desert and Egypt had taught the tribal man more than enough about how to handle the desert. The shaman’s soul totems fluttered lazily with the wind behind him while the other items he carried on his belt, not in the least were two extra bottles filled with sparkling water from an earlier oasis. Neglecting hydration is a surefire way to get yourself killed out in the desert. ‘I wonder whom I shall encounter. Perhaps I can acquaint myself with others who oppose the Shinigami and his Shibusen minions. And that messenger…something piques my curiosity about it’ mused the shaman over the howl of the winds. The little messenger had come to Gituku in the night while the shaman was meditating at his campfire, and invited him to this forsaken place. As he trekked on, he could’ve sworn he heard sporadic ‘thuds’ here and there as if something crashed into the sands, but did not bother to look around lest he lose his way…if he wasn’t lost already. Time went on nigh infinitely and the sandstorm raged as Gituku trudged tirelessly up and down the dunes in the direction he hoped was towards Diablo’s Bowels. Conveniently, the desert winds seemed to give up their anger and within moments the desert was as peaceful as it was hot. Gituku lowered Uzochi and glanced around, shaking the caked coating of sand that had built up on his figure in every place unprotected by his shield. One could imagine he looked like some sort of sand monster or golem from the chest down. Shielding his eyes from the maliciously laughing sun, Gituku realized that his destination was only a few yards ahead and extending for miles and miles beyond the visible horizon. Strangely enough, there seemed to be scattered stone shards embedded in the sand dunes before him, but as the dark skinned man proceeded through them, nothing happened other than a heated wind kicking up and causing the man to sweat. The little messenger was vigilantly standing by the mouth of the cave, seemingly unfazed by everything including Gituku’s arrival. The shaman closed in with a relaxed gait and eventually joined the small fellow in the shade of the mountain range. He wriggled his nose in disgust and surprise as a pungent stench of ‘something’ or a mixture of ‘something’s wafted out of the cave. “Diablo’s Bowels eh? A fitting name” Gituku chuckled and seated himself on a small boulder to rest his feet. He removed one bottle from his belt and removed the cork, nearly guzzling the refreshing liquid down in one gulp. The remainder of water left was splashed across his face sending a refreshing chill through the man’s body. His legs burned from the incessant walking he had been doing for the past few hours and thus favored to rest for a bit before actually beginning his venture deep into the dark depths. Not to mention he was curious to see whom he may come across, and he planned on building a fire to get a better grasp of exactly what might lurk down in these depths and where he should plan on going. |
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| Adrian Landry | Feb 16 2010, 05:20 PM Post #5 |
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Ringo continued to traverse through the caverns, the icy cold air smacking him in the face like a fist and torch lights dimly lighting up his path. The slight breeze grazed his dyed brown hair. 'What's this prize?' He thought to himself, his feet constantly landing in puddles. 'Though, if it's as great as the dream said, than there must be more people here.' He quickly remembered the other person infront of him. The teen sighed and took out his water bottle and continually took sips as he walked. Drip! The weapon felt his hair. A small drop of water was there. He looked up, though it was too dark to see anything so he continued to walk. Drip! Again a drop of water landed on the weapon's hair, though this time it was followed by a small wheeze. And again he looked up and saw nothing. Ringo stood there quietly, concentrating on any sound he could hear. And then he took his scythe arm and swung up, slicing a glop of water to tiny droplets. Something screeched from up above and lunged at Ringo. Its skin looked reptilian, scaley and green, with its torso being human and its legs replaced by a long snake-like tail. It had no eyes, no mouth or a nose and he didn't see any ears. Ringo backed off before it made any fatal strike if it could and when it landed on the ground it reared so it was up on its tail. Through the light Ringo could see a thin line spreading across its face, growing deeper and wider with each second until it finally opened, blood spraying against the walls and through the wound were three sets of large teeth. It growled angrily and lunged again, this time its teeth grazed his shoulder and it landed face first into the ground but it didn't seem to care as it reared up again, only about 10 feet away from the young weapon. But Ringo looked at it without any fear, mainly because he didn't fear it at all. He stared at it with an apathetic look that seemed to make the beast more angrier. At the third time the monster lunged Ringo threw himself in the air and swung down, his blade driving into the snake's tail. It screeched in pain but before it could twist around and tear him up he was gone, enveloped in the darkness, the torchlight couldn't find him. The beast tilted its head as if to listen for any footsteps, but it was futile. Ringo seemed to be lost from existance. Shunk! Ringo had been on the ceiling, exactly where the beast had been, and drove his scythe arm into its head. It screeched and writhed but it was no use. It was already dead. The beast's body turned to black ash that wraped around its red kishin egg soul. Ringo took the soul in his hand and ate it immediatly. Suddenly the torchlights grew brighter and a door opened up at the end of the hallway. "Hopefully this will lead me to a challenge." He said as he walked to the door, his hands in his pockets. |
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| WoodlandBeef | Feb 17 2010, 04:38 AM Post #6 |
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Time had passed and not a single thing had happened at the mouth to Diablo’s Bowels, not even the slightest shift in poster by the little messenger. Gituku sat cross legged on his rock meditating quietly as a light desert breeze swirled around him, ruffling his leaf-woven mantle and feathers. The spirits were speaking to him and the wind gently shifted in a direction towards the depths of the caves as if telling the shaman to move on. The dark skinned man opened his eyes with a firm expression and moved into the caves, but stopped just far enough in where the wind would not disrupt the making of a fire. Gituku removed the crispy firewood he brought with him and laid it out in a small camping layout, quickly rubbing the sticks together in attempt to create a spark. After a diligent effort, a small blaze was crackling before him and the shaman exhaled a satisfied breath. His mouth began to move and murmur a low chant whilst waving one hand in intricate motions as the other reached into his pouch of mineral powder. Procuring a small pinch of the mystical powder, Gituku continued his chant only pausing to blow the powder into the flames. The orange glow quickly changed into a purplish hue illuminating the cave in an eerie manner as the smoke cloud began to rise. The shaman extended his soul wavelength outward into the flames and shortly afterwards, a wispy blue image formed in the haze. The image depicted what looked to be an undoubtedly vast network of mazelike tunnels and caverns below the mountain range with several hundreds of dots in varying sizes moving around them like mice in a maze. Aside from the sheer size of the network, they all seemed to converge at one particular point deep within the underground no matter which route one took. ‘So it would be a test of trials to reach the prize? A test of honor no doubt. I shall enjoy this’ mused the shaman as he watched a few dots come in contact with each other here and there and occasionally one or two would disappear. Plenty of routes to take, but which one? Interesting… The shaman dispelled the image with a wave of his hand and stood up, brushing himself off. “There are many challenges to be had and perhaps answers to my quest to be found” Gituku stated, his coal black eyes boring down the winding mouth of the entrance cavern. No sense in beating around the bush, so the shaman set off with Uzochi slung on his back and the constant rapping of Chike against the stone ground. He scowled as another wave of the pungent stench stung his nostrils. It seemed someone had already scoured these depths judging by the regularly, albeit dimly, lit torches conveniently strewn along the walls. Eventually Gituku came to a three way split with one path veering upwards, one downwards, and one remaining rather level. The dark skinned man vouched for the path leading downwards, deeper into the earth, and into Diablo’s Bowels. Occasionally a wisp of wind, squeak of a small animal, or faint cry (be them screams or howls or who knows what) would reach his ears as the shaman walked on. Deeper and deeper did Gituku walk through the caverns and eventually he came to a barricaded iron door. Cocking his head off to the side for a moment, he reached out and rapped the door thrice with his free hand. Nothing other than the echo of the knocks reverberating through the tunnel. The shaman grasped the cold handle firmly and pulled open the door. A hazy purple fog started to billow from the opening as Gituku wandered through the doorway and closing the door behind him. He had to squint to see as the room was dimly lit and the fog was thick. There were other things lurking within this place, but Gituku could not make heads or tails of what actually was in here. Taking cautious steps further in, the shaman quieted his breath to focus while his eyes darted back and forth. Chike was clenched firmly in his hands when a meek voice cried out. “H-Help…m-me…” As his brain processed the voice, the dark skinned man’s eyes widened in surprise. The voice cried out again, and Gituku hastened his pace. Suddenly, the fog seemed to lift and the tribal warrior froze in place from sheer inability to comprehend the sight. Hatred and horror started to stir within his body like a torrential vortex only hinted at through the quivering of his spear and chattering of his teeth. |
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| Imp of Chaos | Feb 17 2010, 03:26 PM Post #7 |
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The chopper blades whirred noisily overhead, and Will sat in the fragile aircraft as it was buffeted by strong dessert winds. Pi was descending close to a cave-mouth that they had spotted earlier, and his masterful handling of the chopper in near unworkable conditions was a testament to his skill as a driver. Will grinned cheekily at the older man, giving him a few praising remarks, as was socially acceptable, and asking if he would be ok to camp out in the dessert. Pi seemed to be quietly pleased to have a holiday from Beatrix and Will’s incessant chatter, and from being the model for new costume ideas, so Will wasn’t overly worried. He never was. Beatrix on the other hand had been most disturbed when a strange looking golem intruded on her dreams, and fearing a trap had decided not to sally forth on the expedition. Will wasn’t sure if she was absolute in her stance, or if she might later change her mind, but he was always ready for a good adventure. If it ended in his death then it would be a mild disappointment, but he’d live (just as an expression, of course he wouldn’t actually live). Will wasn’t mentally sound by any stretch of the imagination, being unable to feel negative emotions or empathise with people on that point. He had no guilt or sense of fear, so to him the prospect of death was merely something to be generally avoided in order to maintain his enjoyable life style. Will jumped out of the chopper and walked the short distance to the cave mouth, getting a face full of sand on the way there, and counting himself lucky that he didn’t have to remain outside longer than a few seconds. Inside the cave system, there was instant cool as he stepped out of the sun. If he hadn’t known better, Will would have speculated that this part of the earth was actually only a few kilometres from the sun, due to the fact that he could feel his pale skin burning from the moment he stepped into the light. He reckoned there must be a shirt tan, at least now (although he had no real concept of what a tan was). Everything about Will was pale, from his bone white hair, to his porcelain skin, and right through to his eyes, which had only the slightest hint of blue in the iris, and a cloudy pupil. After a moment or two, Will realised there was no greeting party. With a shrug, he partially transformed his arm into a cane-end, and concentrated more closely on his soul perception. It was still rather weak, as he was back down to a low soul count. The weapon wasn’t irritated at the setback, but he did look forwards to regaining his former control of the perception as it had been most illuminating, and the loss of it had crippled his capacity for independence. To finish off his appearance, he pulled up the hood that usually sat around his shoulders, in the process dumping more sand onto himself, but feeling that it was definitely worth it. If he met anyone in what were presumably dark spooky corridors he wanted to look dark and spooky too. Who knew, perhaps he would also get a chance to play a ‘creepy gatekeeper’ role. Will’s face split into a grin at the thought of it. He jogged the small pack he was carrying up and down on his shoulders to get it into a more comfortable position before setting off, figuring that there was no time like the present. The smell of the cave was a sort of damp musty scent, with overtones of some foul smell that wafted on strange underground air currents. Will’s heightened senses were ready and alert, waiting for any sound, be it trap, person, or monster made, any alarming scent, or any prickling of danger. After one or two random turns Will was somewhat lost. He considered turning back and trying his luck on a different pathway, but a gentle sobbing from up ahead sounded promising. Taking a turn or two Will entered a moderately small room. There was the tang of blood in the air, and the sobbing sound was much louder. Even a blind man could see what was going on. Feigning complete ignorance, Will spoke softly, “Are... are you ok?” He felt proud of the amount of stutter he had in his voice, but thought it could have been just a little more tinged with fear. There was a gasp and a rustle as someone leapt to their feet, and Will opened his eyes wide and put up his hands to show they were empty, in a startled fashion. After a moment or two the person seemed to lose the fight that was in them and sank back to the ground. “my partner” they whimpered, “something killed him! You’re a weapon too! Did you get kidnapped?” Will made his face fall slightly before responding, “My meister and I were taken, and then he was...” he swallowed and discontinued the speech. It was a bald faced lie, of course, as one needed to keep in practice. The whole ‘emotional’ thing was a real downer though, Will just couldn't understand why on earth someone would want to cry so damned much. He hated to be around gloomy people. Walking forwards, towards the person, he feigned a stumble and a fall. Predictably the person sprang to his aid, and Will tried not to look pleased. It worked every time. “I’m so sorry, since I lost my meister I’ve been... lost... and alone... and so scared. I don’t know what to do! I’ve never been without him before!” Feeling he’d explained enough Will picked himself up and out of the insipid creature’s clutches. A number of the lines he used were from some generic drama filled films and radio shows he'd heard, but they seemed to work in real life too (as long as they were accompanied by certain facial expressions). He needed a guide, but one that was so... tearful... would be a little bit of a burden. The girl was sobbing again, this time (apparently) for both Will and herself. The ex-Shibusen student sighed heavily, it wasn’t going to get better any time soon. With a practised movement he unsheathed a knife from his belt, grabbed the girl in a hugging motion, and stabbed her up through the stomach, driving the blade with as much strength as he could muster towards her heart. It was a real shame to waste a guide, but he just couldn’t stand all of the empathising he’d have to do for it. With a sigh of relief he dropped the girl and wiped the knife on his clothes, before sheathing it again. His soul percept was forgotten about momentarily as he wondered if he should eat the girl’s soul or not. Deciding not to, Will turned his back on the pair and began the slow walk towards goodness knows where. Feeling in an excitable mood, the weapon began to whistle a jaunty tune as he walked, enjoying the way it echoed off the cave walls. Edited by Imp of Chaos, Feb 17 2010, 03:29 PM.
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| Adrian Landry | Feb 18 2010, 02:32 AM Post #8 |
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The key slid into the lock. It clicked unlocked. But when the weapon put his hands on the door handle he recoiled and threw his hands back. The handle was colder than ice, possibly even dry ice. The skin on his hands were beat red and seemed chaffed. He swallowed, "What's beyond that door?" He said, throwing his hands in his pockets trying to warm them. With the end of his shirt he grasped the door knob and turned it, cold winds mixed with snow sweeping across him and smacking him in the face. The room inside was the size of an ampitheature, giant icesicles hung from the frozen ceiling. The floor was completely ice, without any view of what material was underneath Ringo did believe this room was completely made of ice. His spiky teeth chattered and he wraped his arms around himself in a futile attempt to warm up, though hypothermia was already closeing in. But the only thing that stood out was a giant figure right in the middle of the room. Its back was turned to Ringo, but it didn't really look like it was alive; more like a realistic ice sculpture. But as he got closer the back of the sculpture moved, tiny icesicles at the top stood up. Slowly it began to move, frozen legs from under neath streatched. It turned as slowly as possible until it was completely facing Ringo. The beast was made completely from ice. It had the body of a man, but the head of three dogs. All three dogs growled simultaniously, which sounded like the roar of an engine. But before either Ringo or the dogs did anything it began to shrink to Ringo's size, and gave a look as if it were taking pity upon the weapon. The ice sculpture's hand outstreached to the left allowing snow and ice to collect and solidify into a weapon. After a minute it had completely formed a seven foot tall wicked looking javelin made completely out of ice. The blade was curved like the crescent moon, and shimmered as if real steel. The heads of the beast grunted as if chuckling, but Ringo stood there and raised his right arm to the right. It glowed bright purple and transformed into its black scythe form. The monster seemed the least bit impressed, though the two continued to stare at eachother, waiting for the other to make a move. But before Ringo could charge the ice around the beast broke apart and swallowed the beast as if it were a hungrier monster. But an icy grip suddenly grasped around the weapon's ankle, Ringo looked down just in time to see one of the beast's hand around him and one of its heads peering up from under the ice like an alligator in the water. Ringo swung his scythe arm and broke off the hand of the beast and it surfaced to the ground. At first it looked like it was screaming in pain for its hand as it held its stump, but instead it was laughing. The ice and snow below the monster jumped up and attached itself to the beast's stump and immediatly formed a new hand. Ringo's eyes widened. He had a feeling he could beat it but he had to test something first. He charged which took the beast by surprise, but it raised its javelin. Before it could cut the weapon he had already dived and slid with the ice and as he went by he cut the calf of the beast's left leg. It roared but snow and ice collected around the wound and healed immediatly. 'I thought so,' Thought Ringo, 'I know your power now. Whenever your touching the ice, you'll always heal.' His faced remained serious and he got up from the ground and faced the beast. His fists tightened, his knuckles becoming white, "Oujounanba-issun no mai: Yasoukyoku (dance of death number 1: Nocturne)." Black fragments appeared from the air and wrapped around Ringo's skin, black bone fragments stuck to him and his orange eyes glowing beyond the black skull mask. "Here we go." He said and the beast laughed which sounded like a series of rhaspy barks. In an instant Ringo was gone and circled the beast around and around until he was a circle of whirring black and kicked up snow. But it all stopped when he appeared under the monster and kicked up, thrusting it into the air. It grunted in pain when it was three feet in the air, but Ringo continued to kick and kick until they were about 20 feet in the air. "Rrrraagghhh!!" Roared the weapon. He slashed upwards with his scythe arm, chipping it halfway through the monster's chest. The snow and ice from the ground drifted upwards, but couldn't reach it and fell back down. The monster's secret power seemed to be going against it now as it started to shake and twitch violently as it hit the ground, the snow and ice refusing to help it. The beast writhed, one of the dog heads turned and looked at Ringo sympathetically and whimpered. But the weapon turned, he had no sympathy for this monster. He guessed that there must've been more who came by here that the beast killed. Finally its body glowed bright white, the monster's blue eyes stared at Ringo one last time and as pitiful as could be until it finally blew up, shards of ice scattering everywhere. Snow and ice swirled in a circle and when it finally stopped a single glowing red kishin egg soul floated and descended down to the icy ground where it bobbed. Ringo walked up to it and grabbed it, it felt warm in his hand as it beated. He put it up to his face and swallowed it quickly, as the snowstorm in the room was starting to get to him. Ringo sighed and let go of his power and let the black bone fragments turn to dust and mix with the snow. The teen rubbed his arms to get warm and walked to the opposite door and opened it, white light flooding through and seemed to hug him as he walked casually through. Edited by Adrian Landry, Feb 21 2010, 04:32 PM.
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| Mr.Black | Feb 18 2010, 11:45 PM Post #9 |
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A stone rose up from the ground composed of three faces. One "Happy" to the right. One "Angry" To the left and just the one with the big mouth and an eerie blue light shining from inside. Out walked a most peculiar man in odd purple apparel and a black cane. He Stroked his hair back as he looked up at the giant Stone man who stood before him and the large head seemed to shrink back down into the ground. Sheogorath looked up at the Golem plainly as if waiting for him to say something. However who ever made that assumption was probably wrong "GYO!" As Sheogorath yelled the name a Fish man in a butler suit appeared out of thin air. "Yes Master?" The fish man responded in a butler-like fashion. "I rather like this fellow! He looks... what's the word I'm looking for here?" "Dashing Sir?" The fish replied plainly. "EXACTLY! Couldn't have said it better than myself! See if we can get someone like that around The Palace! Also I'm making a note" Sheogorath spoke as Gyo pulled out a Notepad. "I think I'm feeling like Brain Pie tonight... So go find some donaters will ya?" Sheogorath spoke enthusiasticly as he walked off into the cave non-chalantly leaving the fishman behind. "Very Good Master" The Fish man bowed as he faded out of the air leaving Sheogorath as he walked off into the cave. However just as Sheogorath passed the Golem he slipped a ball of yarn into his pocket whispering something to him. "Get yourself something nice!" He patted the "confused" golem on the arm as he continued off into the caves. He continued walking down the path taking irregular turning patterns. Left, Left, Left, RIGHT!, RIGHT!, Left, RIGHT!, Left, Left, LEFT! then right. Eventually he found himself in a large rounded room as a large stone slab sealed off the exit behind him and a light turned on in the center of the room where what seemed like Two quite menacing looking individuals shadows coming from the light. Considering their current angle it wasn't varily possible to make out their specific details. "Oh my! and here I was worried you would leave me wandering around all day! Let's sit down for some tea before I change my mind! Or.... my mind changes me..." Sheogoraths voice was enthusiastic for the entire of his little talk until the end where he went remotely darker. One shadow looked at the other as the other shrugged and gave a hand signal. Then in a flash they both split directions striking from both sides. "Oh look at that they're quite peppy considering the way they live! Do you think they are cavemen Gyo?" "Quite possibly sir" The voice came from somewhere in the dark, Then in a flash a very powerful lattern lit up the room as both individuals shielded their eyes. "No, No, No! Not so fast Gyo! Do it again but this time slower!" "My Apologies Master" Then just as quick as it came it went out, then slowly lit up the room again. By this time the two individuals were very confused and looking at each other strangely. One could easily tell they were kishiin egs, as one looked like a lanky bank robber while the other looked like a tank from left for dead 2. "Very Good! Now Gyo bring the table and we'll-" Shink! Sheogorath looked from Gyo to infront of him where the lanky Bank Robber stood with a knife in his chest. "Gyo... I feel..." He looked at the lanky man in the eye with a cold on the verge of dying look. "I Feel... I Feel.... ANGRY ANGRY ANGRY!" He seemed re-energised as he lifted his cane and snapped it into the Lanky Bank robbers neck as it made a popping sound and the Robber feel on the ground presumably dead. "Can you beleive the nerve? I swear if I got a nickle for everytime my friends tried to kill me! Well I'd have half my friends worth in nickles! Oh look at this!" His attention and disposition changed entirely as his attention changed. A red corrupted soul formed on the ground as sheogorath crouched down and picked it up. "Oh! Well isn't this the dandiest thing! GYO! I will make a collection of these, prepare a large box in their honour!" Gyo pulled out what appeared to be a box designed for carrying silverware, however just as that occured Something large came down on top of Sheogorath curshing him the only part of him remaining visible was his arm holding the Soul. Mumbling came from beneath. The large tank man appeared shocked as he got off of sheogorath only to look at his head making it appear his entire body has been crushed straight into the ground or he had been turned into a pancake. Despite that he looked up at the Tank. "You too? Geez and the charming looking lady in black told me I could have fun! Well I guess there's always the alterior method! FIRE!" The tank turned around and there stood a one armed body holding up it's hand as if saluting as a cannon stood beside him pointed at the kishiin egg. It opened it mouth to open "Son of a-" THOUM! The "Cannon Ball" Tore through the kishiin an the room filled with smoke. "Ahhhh, Brain Harvesting! Excellent Team work on part of the left arm over there give him a hand Gyo" Gyo begun clapping his fins as the cannon transformed back into an arm and the cannon ball in the wall turned back into his cane. "Gyo Take a note... Cabbage soup would go well with brain pie... you there! Yes you with the dashing suit! Go get me a liver hat!" Sheogoraths body gave his head the thumbs up as it wobbled off to get a liver. Meanwhile Gyo took down the notes and lifted sheogoraths head and replaced it on his body along with his arm. "Very good work Gyo! I'd like to give you the MFP!" Gyo opened the box as sheogorath placed the soul inside the box. "May I ask what that would stand for sir? You know me. Never good with acronyms." Sheogorath wandered off to acquire his cane as he kicked over the remaining feet/shins of the Tank Kishiin Egg. "Oh hey another one! What's that Gyo? Oh well it's "The most fishiest Player" Award naturally!" He walked with his cane back to Gyo handing him the second red soul into the box" Gyo bowed "Thank you Master! I feel blessed" Sheogorath took the lamp as Gyo handed it to him and walked off to the exit on the opposite side of the room. "WELL YOU SHOULD BE! I've never gotten that award! But I will one day!" Gyo bowed as sheogorath turned a corner and shadows fell over him again. Meanwhile Sheogorath walked down the tunnel non chalantly as if nothing happened. He proceeded down the tunnel as he did before until he came on to another strange occurance this time however he decided to be stealthy about it. First he was a man then suddenly in a flash he was gone. At the place where his feet were there appeared a mouse with strange coloured eyes. As he proceeded into the chamber he noticed about 40 humans or so cheering around a pike. Now Sheogorath has cheered around pikes before but this one was special as it had an almost dead kishiin egg on it. You could tell from it's lizard like appearences. The mouse creeped forward, along the walls, unlike the other room this one was relatively lit up by thorches placed around the room. Forward crept the mouse, then into the crowd still unnoticed in all this ruckus. Then he was upon them, his stroked back grey hair rose up from the ground in the middle of the crowd as he yelled out loudly and happily "HEY AM I LATE!?!?" He looked around smiling at all the people as they stared at him petrified. However they quickly regained their composure and up rose 40 guns from these people. "Aww... again?" The people that were close lunged back and took stances as all the people wrapped in a circle around him and begun firing. The sound rattled down the hallways as smoke lifted up into a large cloud around Sheogorath. Eventually when all the magazines were empty everyone stopped and looked into the cloud. "Well then! I suppose it's my turn isn't it?" The smoke cleared only to reveal a very creepy looking grin on sheogoraths face as his eyes almost seemed to glow, the smoke rushed towards him as all the torches went out along with his lamp. Screams echoed down the halls for long distances for quite the time. Eventually quiet grasped the tunnels again. Alone in this cave stood a single shaking man, he lit a match and held it up to his face looking around. You could almost smell the fear off of him. Then he rose up in a scream and that was the last sound made. Sheogoraths lamp turned back on lightning up the room as his right hand was slowly converting from a strange lanky looking claw into a regular hand as he took hold of his Cane. "I feel much better now! And oh my, look at all these shiny blue balls! GYO! I shall collect these too! Along with that ones! I think he'll have one as well!" By this point the kishiin egg had already died and it's soul hovered on the ground. "Very good master!" Gyo responded as he wobbled around the room picking up the souls. He put the blue ones into a large chest and the red ones into the Silverware case. "Congratulations my Lord! You have exactly 40 light blue and 3 Red!" Sheogorath clapped his hands together in excitement. "HOW SIMPLY WONDERFUL! Let's celebrate! CHEESE! FOR EVERYONE!" Sheogorath raised his arms into the sky happily then looked around and thought a moment. "Wait this is inside! Scratch that, cheese for no one" However, outside there was a very confused Golem as cheese begun to rain from the sky, but that's neither here nor there. Due to the flying sand however the cheese would likely be quickly concealed. "What shall we call these strange object m'lord?". Sheogorath thought for a moment "I'm not quite sure! You should pick! You do have an aweful lot of brains after all." "Gyo?" The fish man thought about it. "I'm not sure m'lord I would have to think of a truly excellent name." Sheogorath placed his hands on his hips dominantly. "HAH! I expect no less from you! Well then I'll move along whilst you keep thinking! Tata!" The man walked off contently through the newly crimson painted room as he proceeded down another hallway into the next room. Gyo dissapeared after his short bow. |
Hello, my name is Stark Black and I am addicted to fine Teas. He feels like having some brain pie. | |
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| newrikey | Feb 19 2010, 12:09 AM Post #10 |
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"A tool that will make invincible..." Cruun was talking to himself once more since Akavia was still nowhere to be found. It was all right though, because he didn't want to share with Akavia the tool that would make him invincible. He had a dream one night where an odd golem walked towards him in the middle of his massacre. His dream was an enjoyable dream with him acquiring many many innocent souls. The gloem had appeared out of nowhere sporting a top hat that was even bigger than he. The golem had spoken to him about this tool that would make him invincible, and to find it, he would have to go Diablo's bowels. Before Cruun ask where that was, the golem interrupted him and gave him direction on where to go. After that the dream was over and Cruun woke up at 3;00 in the morning. Excitement was getting to him. With this he could stop anyone who would want to use him and be able to kill this Asura most witches talked about. At that moment he made a mental note. Talk to Akavia about Asura. As his pace got faster. He morale lowered. He was beginning to get tired. He believed he was being made a fool of. That the golem wasn't actually an entity from someone else, but just a bad hallucination he had because one of the souls didn't do down properly. After an hour of walking, Cruun had heard a noise. The noise was that from a helicopter near a cave. "Could that be?" Cruun questioned with excitement. Giving it a quick glance as he compared the characteristics to that from what the dream golem. It was good to know it was all 100% what the golem told him. This was Diablo's Bowels. With a sense of restored faith in the prospect of there being truly an invincible tool, Cruun made haste towards the entrance of the cave. Upon entering, the area was lit quite odd. It was definitely colder than it was outside and it made Cruun feel better. He never did quite well in hot temperatures. His eyes scanned the location. The smell was horrid and almost made him want to gag, and the walls looked like some sort of cheesy horror movie set. Cruun sprinted ahead. The faster he ran, the faster he could get the tool. After making a few random turns he stumbled upon a room with splashed blood around the area. The smell could be associated with death, but it was still the same smell as before but with a little rotting sprinkled in. In the center of the room was a one body with a soul floating over it. "Oooo free soul." Cruun smiled at the soul as he sauntered over and gripped it. He didn't know who it belonged to or what flavor it was. He didn't have the opportunity to kill it either, but hey it was free. He downed the soul and looked forward hearing a faint whistling. Whoever is whistling, must be the one who killed the body and left the soul. If this person isn't after innocent souls, maybe I can use this person to get me through this. Cruun smiled at the short partnership this Cave thing could hold and ran ahead ready to catch up to the this mystery person. Either s small agreement would be made, or Cruun would have to eat this person's soul also. |
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