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| Ryo | Aug 24 2010, 10:37 PM Post #1 |
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I can't control it!
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Anything story related will be posted here.
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| gravy | Aug 28 2010, 08:37 PM Post #2 |
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Try hard, camp harder
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Origin Story: The Loner Location: Greater Toronto, Canada Date: August 2nd, 2010 Time: 2AM local time http://www.youtuberepeat.com/watch/?v=JAbc0aXyKm8 The night sky was the blackest of blacks. No stars nor moons illuminated the void, no sounds disturbed the quiet. On the ground, however, flames pierced the darkness, and sirens shattered the silence. Blatant disruption of peace was the specialty of Lloyd Stevens, arsonist extraordinaire. His destructive whims have plagued the Greater Toronto area for years now and he shows no signs of stopping. While the police are nearly certain that he is the arsonist responsible for the numerous destroyed houses in the area, they lack the defining proof needed to convict him. People living in the area began to refer to Lloyd as "the luckiest criminal in the world". Lloyd has no concept of “luck”. To him, everything he got away with was the result of his own skill. The secret behind his great escapes was something he could never reveal, but it certainly was not luck. Sometime in the past, Lloyd met a young woman by chance, who offered him training to gain great magical powers. During his period of instruction, he heard many tales of things he thought impossible…the most intriguing of which being magic war in which the winner would gain one wish. The only condition for his training was that Lloyd couldn’t speak of his abilities. Refusing to obey would result in his magical circuits disconnecting and his abilities erased….or something like that. Lloyd was more interested in the powers than their cost. ___ Location: Greater Toronto, Canada Date: August 2nd, 2010 Time: 9AM local time http://www.youtuberepeat.com/watch/?v=Idf2sXuUhkI Lloyd was awoken by the sound of happily singing birds, who happened to take up residence right outside his bedroom windows. Damn things. He eventually surrendered to their chirps and worked his way downstairs to start breakfast, but was interrupted by the ringing of his phone. "Probably just Mother. Wish she'd leave me alone." Lloyd sighed, reaching for the receiver. He wasted no time in criticizing his overly-protective mother. "I told you to stop calling me, Mother. Please…just leave me alone." "Mother? No no no no, this isn't you mother," replies a young man, sounding amused. "My name is Izaya Orihara, here to formally invite to take part in the 13th Holy Grail War." "The Holy Grail War…? Like what that woman told me about?” "Aha, quite possible that she did, so I won’t have to go over details. Please be in Tokyo, Japan by September 1st. I’ve even prepared an artifact that will prove useful…it will come shortly in the mail along with the tickets to the flight I‘ve arranged." "Heh, I'm not just about to listen to your insane request. Fuck you, I'm fine with Canada." "Ah, but Lloyd…you're missing the point. The Holy Grail War is a fight to the death between 7 pairings, the winner gaining any wish that he wants. You were told this, right? Obviously you’ve been itching to prove your pyromancy's superiority to the world, yes?" Lloyd was shaken by the man…he knew far too much. But…an opportunity to kill? A free flight? “…I guess I’ll play along.” "Ah, excellent. I didn't want to start threatening you. Bye now." The man ended the conversation with an overly-cheery voice. ____ Location: Tokyo, Japan Date: August 9th, 2010 Time: 12AM local time http://www.youtuberepeat.com/watch?v=ocltngdzcZU Lloyd stood in a chilly back alley, wearing leather gloves to channel his magic. Quickly, Lloyd used his pyromancy to burn an intricate circle into the pavement. A small piece of purple cloth was the so called “artifact” Izaya sent him. He placed it into the middle of the circle as instructed, and began chanting in an ancient language. Gradually, the form of a middle aged man began to materialize from the circle, prompting Lloyd’s eyes widened with disbelief and amusement. "Ah, what‘s with that face? Is that how you greet your servant?" the purple robed man spoke through a coughing fit. "So you’re my servant? Tell me more about this 'War'." "Ah, you're asking for details before even introducing yourself? Interesting man, quick to the point. Very well, I'll tell you about this war you've found yourself in. There's no going back now, though. We're in this to the very end, now. Also, please call me Archer." "--Very well, ‘Archer‘. First, tell me something. We get to kill everyone else off, right?" "Yes… that'd be why we call this a war. Kill others off to pursue your wish. A bit too bloody if you ask me…" A twisted, sadistic smile appeared on Lloyd's face. "Heh…hehehehe…great!! I've been waiting all my life to kill someone, you know! I finally have an excuse! Perfect!" Origin Story End Edited by gravy, Aug 30 2010, 10:57 PM.
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| Touphi | Aug 30 2010, 01:11 AM Post #3 |
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Protagonist
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Went ahead and added music to the story! Feel free to reread it!! |
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| Nat | Aug 30 2010, 02:06 PM Post #4 |
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BREE
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Fuck you, I'm fine with Canada. Well said. |
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| gravy | Sep 6 2010, 02:52 PM Post #5 |
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Try hard, camp harder
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Night 0 "Lloyd, you realize breaking and entering is a crime, right?" "Yeah, don't worry, I'm good at it. Follow me." Unpicking the lock, Lloyd boldly enters the vacant shopping center. "Awesome! Let's ransack this place and get the fuck outta here. We can pawn the all of the shit at a later time, we'll need the money." "As you wish, Lloyd. Can't say I'm a big fan of thievery..." Arriving at an electronics store, Lloyd and Archer realize that the store's entrance is blocked by metal bars. "Archer, do you have anything to get around these metal bars?" Pulling out a short, yet sharp blade, Archer swings his blade at the bars. Within minutes, a small entrance is made, enough to crawl under. "Ah, you're coming in quite useful. Alright, let's get down to business." ___ "Alright, Archer. Let's get outta here. I think we've a good enough haul as it is." "Right, right. I'll be right behind ya." Walking casually out of the mall, Lloyd reaches the entrance. Yet, his servant is no where to be seen. "What the fuck? Cmon, I don't wanna be caught, man." Minutes pass. "Should I...use my Command Spell? But that'd be such a waste. God damnit, Archer." "...You called?" Archer's voice rings out behind him. "What was taking you so long? Let's get outta here, man." "Fine." |
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| gravy | Sep 7 2010, 07:27 PM Post #6 |
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Try hard, camp harder
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Night 1 “Hm…I’ve always wanted to burn down an entire school…” Lloyd spoke thoughtfully, hand placed firmly on his chin, as he surveyed the grounds before him from atop a large building on the outskirts of the area. http://www.youtuberepeat.com/watch/?v=HLxiZSZzH9g “I don’t think that’d be very wise, Lloyd. Imagine the attention it’d attract! We should save the flash and explosions for later, at least.” Lloyd’s robed servant stood behind him, his face a painting of concern and worry. He served an ambitious Master, but maybe one that was too ambitious? “I told you to call me Master, Archer. We’re not friends of any sort, just temporary accomplices. You help me kill, I help you not die, we win, we wish, war‘s over.” Lloyd spoke in the same calculating tone as always, despite his harsh words. “Now…let’s get started. I’ll turn this whole block into a beacon! A lamp for the insects to wander into and die!” Lloyd grinned, his icy expression melted away by a fiery determination. He raised his hands like a conductor would before his greatest performance, then brought them down in one swift motion, signaling a hellish song to begin playing. Fire erupted into the sky from the grounds surrounding the area, circling the entire block in a pattern of flaming pillars that was simultaneously beautiful and horrifyingly blinding. “Well this will certainly attract guests of all sorts…Master.” Archer spoke to his Master with a hint of contempt, thinking the spectacle to be far more flashy than what was necessary. “Ha! As if I’d be caught by anyone but the other contestants. I’ve never been caught once in my years, and I won’t start now!” Archer wondered to himself if any of his previous crimes had involved encircling an entire campus with a net of flame. “Now for your part, Servant. You know what to do.” Archer pulled out his bow with a small sigh, then quickly fired a small volley of arrows…right into the ground. He then focused his gaze upward, using his superhuman sight to survey an area larger than Lloyd or anyone else could ever hope to see. A gasp escaped his lungs after he detected a large magical signature nearby. “Llo-er, Master! I sense a lone enemy Master to the Southwest!” “Good. Shoot him.” Lloyd didn’t even bother to look at his Servant before giving him the command, but his voice contained a hint of happiness. “B-but…he could be a potential ally! Do we really want to make enemies this early?” “I don’t care. Everybody is my enemy anyway. Please, just shoot him. It’s an easy kill.” Sighing once again at his incredibly eager Master, Archer loaded another arrow into his bow. He took a moment to calculate distance and wind speed, then carefully aimed his drawn bow at the sky. He silently wished himself luck before letting the arrow fly, as he often did. It rocketed into the air faster than should’ve been possible, easily cutting through the calm night sky, and soon disappearing even from Archer’s vision. It quickly reappeared, however, this time traveling downward, eager to find its way into the flesh of the lone enemy Master. rcher was caught by surprise, though, when his target suddenly fell to the ground. The arrow had not yet reached him…something else had pushed him, but what? The answer materialized next to the previously lone Master. His Servant had been…invisible? There was no other way Archer could’ve missed her. She’d been fast enough saved her master, but was far too late to save herself. The arrow violently plunged into her shoulder, knocking her to the ground next to her master. In the blink of an eye, however, the white-haired girl faded into her surroundings once again. “Good news! The arrow hit something!” Archer turned to his master, looking shocked and a bit embarrassed as he ran his hand through his short ponytail. “You sound like you did something stupid. What exactly did it hit?” Lloyd wasn’t pleased. “Ah, you see Master, it turns out the target had a Servant, but she was invisible! She took the hit and… now she’s invisible again…” Archer recounted the events, his voice flavored with defeat. “So… she’s not dead?” “I don’t think so.” “You incompetent idiot. Well, I guess I‘m glad. Wouldn‘t want the killing to be over so soon…this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.” Edited by Touphi, Sep 7 2010, 09:15 PM.
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| gravy | Sep 8 2010, 08:49 PM Post #7 |
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Try hard, camp harder
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Night 2 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IDma4A6A3Bc&feature=related "Hey Lloyd. Looks like someone took the bait." "Archer. Get this straight. I am your Master and you are my Servant. You are my weapon of choice in this battle royale, nothing more and nothing less. Now, Archer, you were saying?" "Oh, of course, Maaaaaaaaster. Well, you see, the trap I set yesterday--it sprung." "Excellent! Truly excellent! Well, first things first! We must find a suitable sacrifice to replenish your mana. Any qualms in slaying children, woman, or the elderly, Archer!?" Twitch. The once aloof Archer's face has become stern, with no trace of his former personality to be found. "Lloyd. Taking someone else's life is something you cannot even fathom. Staining your hands with the blood of the innocent. Are you capable of that?" Ha. "You know, Archer? You have a spine, after all. I'll tell you what. You don't want to stain your own hands? So be it. Knock out your victim and I'll finish the deed." "Your will shall be done." ___ A young man. Late teens or early twenties. Archer decided the least tragic route would be to sacrifice the life of one who has already thrown it away. Walking over to the young man, his eyes glazed, he swiftly knocks him out without a whimper. "I wish it hadn't come to this, kiddo." Slowly, the life force is drained from the gangster, putting him into a comatose state. "Excellent job, Archer. I'll finish the deed." The comatose body is quickly engulfed by fire, leaving but a faint outline of his body in charcoal. "Excellent! Truly invigorating! Let's do this again, Archer!" Back to his old self, Archer interrupts Lloyd. "Master. I see a well dressed man and a beautiful woman in tribal attire and a large black man with a pink haired knight. Oh my, those hotties got my heart throbbin'. Let's go pay them a visit, Lloyd!" "...MASTER. And no, we're finished for the night. This news is enough for me." Archer visibly frowns, but stays his tongue. No sense in pleading to flirt with some cute girls, I guess... |
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| gravy | Sep 9 2010, 10:04 PM Post #8 |
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Try hard, camp harder
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Night 3 “Damn! On hold again! I’d like to believe they sent me to this damn war so they could take over while I’m away, but I know they’re too stupid for that. They‘re too stupid to even answer the phone!” A few people among the masses moving to and fro in the square turned toward Sebastian, who was once again ranting with his cellphone to his ear. “Sebastian, we’re going to attract attention like this! If you’re going to be yelling into your phone more, let’s at least go somewhere more secluded!” Sebastian’s Servant spoke to him in a hushed tone, trying to avoid even more unnecessary onlookers. “What? This is the main square of the entire city! There’s probably more people in this block than in my entire hometown. No use trying to avoid them! And who are you to talk about subtlety, walking around in broad daylight with those clothes on?” Sebastian’s voice didn’t contain any real malice…both he and his Servant knew his words were the result of sleepless nights and shouting matches over the phone. “Trouble in paradise, fellow Master?” An unknown voice sounded from behind Sebastian. http://www.youtuberepeat.com/watch/?v=gtoERjdXvzo “Eh? What? Who are you?” Sebastian spun around an faced the speaker, a man in his early twenties accompanied by another, older man in purple clothes. “Name’s Lloyd. Last name’s needless information. I’m here to kill you!” The man spoke with a sort of poisonous cheer, as if he’d been waiting his entire life to say such vile words. “Ah, so a fight already, and in such a crowded place…how troublesome. Shouldn’t we go somewhere else first?” Sebastian tried to buy time after being caught completely off-guard by the fellow Master. “And miss giving these fine people a good show? I wouldn’t think of it! Besides, maybe they’ll be caught in the crossfire…a few more deaths would be just perfect, don’t you think?” Lloyd sounded deeply, desperately disturbed. Definitely not the type to let out of one’s sight. “Tch, such a disregard for lives, just like the guy who surrounded that school with fire, and booby trapped.” “Oh? Someone found that? That was me! Did it hurt? Were there dead people?” Despicable. Sebastian, who’d been boiling with anger all day, finally snapped, but with a tranquil fury unlike his previous ranting. “I hate you people. You think it’s all about yourselves, trading other people’s lives for your own enjoyment. Disgusting. Become a real member of society, do something with your life, help someone else! That’s the way the world works.” Sebastian spoke to Lloyd as if he were an insect dying underfoot. “Oh, shut up, you pompous hypocrite. If you’re so damn altruistic, why did you join the war? What’re you gonna wish for if you win? World-goddamn-peace? Give me a break. You’re the exact same as me, aren’t you? Selfish to the core. At least I admit it.” Sebastian froze. Lloyd’s words were entirely true…but there was no way in hell Sebastian would admit it. http://www.youtuberepeat.com/watch/?v=R110lcX_hnw “I’m tired of you, honestly, and see no need to answer your question, since you won‘t be around to see my wish in action anyway. Lancer?” Sebastian signaled to his Servant. She stepped forward and brandished the spear she’d been carrying menacingly. More civilians began to watch the exchange. “Keh, as if. Archer, wipe the stupid look off of his face, ideally by removing his face. Now.” With that, Archer, too, stepped forward, but did not equip his weapon. He instead leaned in to speak to Lancer, out of earshot of either Master. “Look, I find you incredibly good looking. Any arrows that find themselves in your body in the near future should be regarded purely as business, and not a personal thing. Okay?” Lloyd couldn’t quite hear what his servant was saying, but was sure it would disappoint him if he did hear it. Buffoon. “Hah, gotcha. Let’s get this over with so our Masters can settle their debate the “manly” way.” Lancer grinned, then without hesitation, thrust her intricately-tipped spear toward Archer, who instinctively dodged to the side. The blade grazed his shoulder, leaving a small cut in both his robe and his flesh. “Feisty, eh? All the better.” Archer quickly took multiple steps back, pushing aside the small crowd that’d gathered to watch the exchange and pulling out his bow. Though Lancer pursued him quickly, Archer managed to load an arrow into his bow as he backpedaled. He took a moment to aim, wondering briefly why Lancer continued charging at him despite the imminent attack, then let the arrow fly. A momentary “thwip” was heard as it rocketed through the air toward its target. Perfect. The arrow struck just under her left ribcage, digging itself deep into her flesh, a shot that would make any man collapse on the spot. The crowd gasped, a few even pointed. Amazing…despite her injury, Lancer was still charging straight at Archer! “Think this little arrow hurts me?! Wrong! Completely wrong!” The woman yelled, then took a flying leap at Archer, who was taken completely by surprise by her determination. She struck the same shoulder she’d grazed last time, the blow amplified by her descent from the sky. Archer’s pained moan was drowned out by the noise of the crowd, half of them cheering and taking picture with their cellphones, the other half likely calling some sort of law enforcement. Behind the staggering Archer, Lancer crouched on the ground, breathing heavily. Adrenaline had dulled the pain of the arrow for a moment, but now that she’d completed her attack, the sheer pain of it kicked in and assaulted her nervous system. She whimpered as she ripped the arrow from its resting place deep in her body. Thankfully it hadn’t struck anything vital. “Tch, Archer, finish her! Another shot to the lung, perhaps the throat!” “Lancer, are you ok? That was great! A few more hits like that and we’ll easily win this!” Both Masters called to their Servants, both of whom stood up and faced each other once again. The looks in their eyes betrayed the pain they’d both felt moments earlier, full of eager determination. Their mutual lust for a fight was reflected in their grins. The battle had just begun. |
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| Touphi | Sep 11 2010, 08:59 PM Post #9 |
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Night 4 http://www.youtuberepeat.com/watch/?v=NzfRpG9JaNc “You’ve put me on hold for three hours and you want to talk to me now? Whatever. You people do whatever the hell you want. I’m busy.” Sebastian closed his phone and threw it to the ground. His Servant still stood facing Lloyd’s, both having done little more than trade small blows. A massive crowd had gathered around the scene of the battle, many taking pictures. Word on the street was that Izaya Orihara was somehow preventing law enforcement from interfering with the battle. Those who feared for their lives had already fled, those who remained were the thrill-seekers. “Seems my mind was right. Quite the spectacle you’ve caused here…Sebastian.” A deep, powerful voice emerged from the crowd. Malik and his pink-haired Servant, Saber, had arrived. “What?! Pathetic. Can’t beat me on your own, Sebastian? What’s the matter, afraid? Scared? Tch, I’ll destroy the both of you anyway.” Lloyd’s voice grew increasingly menacing, reflecting his irritation. “Wooooohoooooo!!!” Lloyd’s hair ruffled. Something had flown at immense speeds right of the top of his head. Wait…was that a guitar? “Calm down, Rider, get back here. Seems we’ve stumbled upon quite the brawl.” Jeremiah Duncan, yet another Master participating in the war, approached the scene. Some of the crowd that’d been watching the fight turned toward him and began to cheer, apparently recognizing as some sort of celebrity. “No autographs, now, folks! Duty calls!” He pushed some of the adoring fans aside as he approached Sebastian. The winds seemed to pick up in the surrounding area after Jeremiah entered, causing many to wrap their jackets more tightly around them. “Wait! You, Master! You seem…reasonable. Help me fight off this rich bastard, and I’ll save killing you for last!” Lloyd’s voice contained a hint of desperation. “Hm? Oh, didn’t you hear? I’m a pretty rich bastard myself, and…well, I make it my policy to not fight on the losing team.” Jeremiah responded as he and his guitar-air-surfing servant took their spots beside Malik, Sebastian, and their Servants. “Idiots! I’ll kill every single one of you! Archer! NOW!” http://www.youtuberepeat.com/watch/?v=Sq5YSqzX6Jk “Lancer! Finish that bastard off! It’ll do a service to everyone in this town!” Sebastian commanded his Servant, who nodded and entered a fighting stance. “I’ll need another set of abilities for this…time to change up my specialization!” Lancer’s body began to glow, provoking more flashes from camera phones, the scene beginning to look like some sort of brutal red-carpet event. “Let’s lower that manly constitution of yours, Archer!” Lancer’s hands began to emit a dull white glow. With a grunt, she pointed her open palms at Archer, who was immediately affected by the crippling spell. He felt…drained, as if his defenses were lowered. Immediately after he was hit by that spell, Lancer began preparing another, this one glowing with a sickly green color. Again, it was fired at Archer, who once again felt weakened. He felt some sort of agonizing substance running through his veins. “Such dirty tactics from such a pretty lady? I won’t…stand for this.” Archer’s usually-charming voice sounded strained. “Oh? I’ll use some other things thing.” Lancer cheerily said as the glow from before once again enveloped her. “TAKE THIS!!” Lancer bellowed as she leapt into the sky, reaching a height impossible for a normal person. Her spear caught the lights of the city, the reflection making her look like a tiny star in the sky. Archer braced himself for another attack from above, but didn’t expect what was to happen next. Instead of traveling down with her spear, Lancer simply threw it from the air to the ground. The weapon became like a hawk homing in on its helpless prey, traveling a massive distance downward in the blink of an eye. The spear barely missed impaling Archer’s body directly, which would have certainly killed him. However, the shockwave caused when it hit the ground was immense, arguably as strong as a direct hit would have been. Archer took the brunt of the impact and was knocked back several feet by the shockwave’s force. He landed on the pavement with a thud, causing a stream of blood to begin running down his forehead. “Think that’s all? Get up so I can hit you again!” Lancer, who’d already landed, retrieved her spear (though not without some effort). She once again charged at Archer, her weapon apparently no less deadly even after such an impact. Archer, who’d barely managed to stagger to his feet, feebly attempted to dodge the imminent blow. Before he could move even two steps, however, the spear caught him on the side, a hit that would likely break multiple bones had he been a normal person. Archer, however, didn’t even fall to the ground. “Hah. Guess it’s time to stop letting you win because you’re a girl.” Archer said cooly, drawing his bow. “Ehhh?! Are you saying that girls can’t fight?” The girl riding the guitar spoke loudly and obnoxiously, drawing the attention of everyone around. She pointed menacingly at Archer, who could only whimper slightly at his misfortune. “Archer, you idiot! Stop provoking them with things that aren’t deadly projectiles!” Lloyd shouted from the sidelines at his Servant, whose expression dropped even further. This momentary distraction proved costly, however, as Rider’s fist was already inches from Archer’s face as he turned his attention back toward her. “Oh hell.” Archer managed to utter a small curse before Rider punched him. Her fist landed directly on the side of his nose, and a distinct popping sound could be heard. “You little…my nose! How dare you!” Archer fumed, cradling his nose in one hand while holding is bow in the other. His expression turned serious…that was the breaking point. Literally and figuratively. “First, you! You do not break someone’s nose!” He removed his hand from his now crooked nose and nocked an arrow in his intricate-looking bow. He had no desire to waste time in extracting his revenge, and quickly let the arrow fly. His skill with a bow was not hindered by the wind or the fact that his target was flying around on a guitar. The arrow struck true, right into Rider’s upper arm. “Owww! You bastard, I’ll have your head for that! Jerry! He hurt your soon-to-be-wife, do something!” Jeremiah buried his face into the palm of his hands at these words. “Stupid! Archer, pay attention for a change! Our target is that smug CEO’s servant, not that idiot “musician”! Kill the woman with the spear! Kill her or I will!” Lloyd’s shouting became hysterical. Archer sighed. His entire body ached, and now he was being called upon to kill someone. Perfect. “Fine. Have it you way…HAH!!” Archer shouted, letting out the frustration that’d been building all day. Suddenly, the already-gusting winds in the area sped massively, reaching speeds not unlike a tornado. The few remaining civilians who were brave enough to spectate were thrown back by the immense winds, completely scattering any crowd that’d hindered the fighting. The gusts of wind were centered on Lancer, whose tribal garb flapped wildly in the wind. Small cuts began form on her body, small enough to be invisible. Hundreds and hundreds of rips and tears covered her skin, each as agonizing as the last. Unable to bear it anymore, she cried out in pain, just as the winds began to die down. She collapsed to the floor, her breaths coming out in short bursts. Amazingly, however, she stood up again. “I knew you were gonna be a tough nut to crack, lady.” Archer’s voice was back to normal, calm and gentlemanly. Lancer merely grinned back, still in immense pain. http://www.youtuberepeat.com/watch/?v=xAupQUUglkU “Saber. I know now that that…Archer is most dangerous, especially in the hands of that madman, Lloyd. Deal with him.” Malik finally spoke up, steeping in front of the injured Lancer and her Master. “Sebastian. Do not take this as a sign that I like you. It’s just mutually beneficial that I work with you for now. I have my own goals.” Sebastian shrugged at Malik’s words, happy to have allies, even if for convenience only. “On it, Master.” Malik’s Servant pulled out her complicated-looking bow and loaded a massive arrow into it. She aimed at her fellow bow-wielder and fired. The shot was just as fast as arrows fired by Archer, despite its immense size. However, the aim was a bit faulty and pierced through a non-vital part of Archer’s body, enough, however, to make him cry out in pain again. “Damnit, everyone’s got a bone to pick with me today. It’s your fault, Lloyd!” “Shut up and shoot her.” Archer spit at his Master’s words. The man would be the death of him. Once again Archer nocked and arrow, once again he fired, and once again the shot struck perfectly in an unarmored spot of Saber’s body. The pink-haired girl grunted in pain, but didn’t seem too harmed. “Good, Saber. My mind tells me that this fight is ours.” Malik showed a small hint of kindness toward his servant, definitely a first. “…” Lloyd’s fists tensed up. “…” His teeth grinded against each other. “…damn you. Damn all of you. BURN IN THE FIRES OF HELL! DIE! DIE!” Lloyd shouted hysterically, unable to comprehend being beaten, unable to comprehend why he couldn’t kill them, even with a powerful servant. His hands caught fire. His eyes began to glow a bright orange…a spell. “I’ll show you with the magic I was taught! The magic that’s carried me through this rotten life! Die! Burn!” Lloyd continued to yell as his entire body was engulfed in flames. The trio of Servants opposing him rushed to the sides of their Masters in anticipation of some large attack. The flames surrounding Lloyd continued to grow and even started to spin. The once-bustling square had become empty of any non-magical life, thankfully enough, or dozens of people would’ve been consumed in the massive vortex. “Witness your doom!” Lloyd once again raised his fiery arms in a conductor-like manner, and again brought them down forcefully, signaling another blazing performance. Spinning walls of flame began to sweep across the entire area, setting buildings ablaze. “Jerry! Get down!” Rider was the first servant to react. She tackled her Master to the ground and shielded him with her body. Saber and Lancer followed suit, knocking their Masters to the ground. Not entirely graceful, but necessary. “What is this…?!” Malik started to speak, but was cut off when the massing flaming vortex bore down upon them. The body’s of Lancer, Saber, and Rider began burning, but for now, their Masters would remain unharmed. The flaming onslaught continued for what seemed like an eternity, but even Lloyd’s powerful magic had its limits. The vortex died down, and amazingly, even the burning buildings stopped burning. The ash remained, however, blanketing the neon-lit square in a gray, snow-like substance. “I-is it over?” Sebastian asked to no one in particular, removing his hands from his face. “For you? Yes. It will all be over quite soon.” Lloyd gloated, towering over the ash-covered area like a king. Edited by Touphi, Oct 9 2010, 07:59 PM.
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| Touphi | Sep 11 2010, 08:59 PM Post #10 |
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Night 5 http://www.youtuberepeat.com/watch?v=jJqYjL4kia8 Lloyd surveyed the destruction wrought by his hands through one eye. He covered the other eye with his ash-covered hand, unable to bear the throbbing headache that afflicted him. Frustration. Anger. Why was anything but him still alive? Who could survive that? He stared at his opponents dully. Why weren’t they blackened corpses? Why hadn’t they been burnt by his hate-laced assault? Not even one of them was dead. Not even one. “A-Archer. Why…kill them. Finish them. Why aren’t they…stand up, damn you!” Lloyd’s voice had gone hoarse from the ash and the screaming. Archer kneeled on the ground, coughing. The poison he’d been stricken with earlier continued to assault his every nerve. Despite this, he remained conscious, but unmoving. “Archer! Now!” Lloyd continued to command his servant, his voice only coming out in low growls. “Pathetic. Say, Jeremiah…let’s finish this guy off. I don’t particularly like you, but no need to fight when we have a mercy kill right in front of us, right?” Malik broke the tense silence between the three “allied” Masters with a ceasefire offer. “Fine. Would rather work with you than these other two, at least. A sociopath and a corrupt, power-hungry executive, not my cup of tea.” Sebastian showed visible signs of anger at the latter part, but did not speak up, hoping to keep the allied assault together. “Excellent. I believe my political goals align well with yours anyway, Mr. Duncan.” Malik spoke like a campaigning politician, despite the bleak surrounding. “As if. The fact that you have “political goals” at all goes against what I stand for. But let’s not talk about this now. We have a fight to finish.” Jeremiah’s words were harsh, but one had to give him credit for not dragging out an unnecessary argument, given the situation. “Worthless dirt of a Servant. Look at you, making me have to run away. You sicken me.” Lloyd’s palms glowed a faint green…a sign of command spell magic. “I’ll return and rip out your throats on my own, if I have to. And I will. Garbage servant... I ought to leave you here.” Lloyd’s final words before disappearing in a flash of green contained even more malice than they usually had. The three Masters still in the square could only stare in disbelief. ____ http://www.youtuberepeat.com/watch/?v=WkauAVC8Py0 Midnight struck. The few stores that remained open began to close their doors, each distinguished light adding to the spooky atmosphere in the area. Such an atmosphere fit her perfectly. A flash of white hair, a red twinkle…then nothing. She stalked the area like an apparition, eyes on everything, but no eyes on her. Or so she thought. “Just what exactly are you trying to accomplish, little girl?” The hair on the back of her neck stood up. She slowly turned around and faced the man who’d addressed her. “Is there something there, Archer? A servant?” There were two men, actually, though only one looked directly at her. Had he seen through her concealment. “Y-yes…she’s probably of the Assassin class. Invisible to all but me…” The man who spotted her sounded both bitter and ill. The girl panicked. This must’ve been a rival team…was she prepared for this kind of encounter? “Look, girl, I really don’t want to mess with you right now, not that this worthless Servant could do any sort of damage to you. I don’t see your Master anywhere, so I’ll say it to you. I’ll agree to not attack you for now if you agree the same.” Lloyd retained his sinister tone, but sounded uncharacteristically humble. Even he knew his limits. The white-haired girl looked upon them, her red eyes full of indecision. Indeed, she had no one to consult. This was her decision and hers alone. “I…I’m afraid I‘ll have to refuse. It would be in my best interests if I attacked you right now!!” The small girl sounded simultaneously hesitant and determined. She revealed her arm, which until now had been concealed behind her back. A sharp-looking blade emerged from the sleeve of her uniform. Assassin indeed. Archer merely groaned as the small girl began to charge. This was all the fault of his damned master. He’d made everyone their enemy from the word go…and now Archer was suffering for it. He mustered all of his strength and stood up straight, steadying himself for the coming blow. *clang* The girl’s first strike was parried by Archer’s bow, which had the ability to collapse into a knife for close combat purposes. She kept up her assault, though, thrusting her blade toward Archer every second. He continued to parry, but his fighting form had eroded from the constant assaults he’d already suffered. Eventually the hand-mounted blade found its target. “Gwuh…damnit!” New streams of blood flowed over the dried blood from Archer’s earlier encounters. Too much…far too much! At this rate…he had no time left for mercy. He deftly rebuilt his bow as the girl retreated, reverting it to its bow form. His target ran quickly, but not quickly enough…a shot like this was easy for Archer, even in his damaged state. Another one of his arrows easily found its target. The red-eyed girl fell to the ground, the missile sticking up from her back. Archer watched her struggle on the ground for a moment, then force herself to her feet. Archer wasn’t surprised by this anymore…indeed, Servants had a resilience unmatched by anything else. He sighed, and began to follow. “Wait.” Lloyd stopped his Servant, placing his hand on his shoulder. “You can’t handle this. Just…stay here. I‘m going to…clear my thoughts.” Lloyd shook his head in disappointment, then left his servant in the dark alley to suffer alone. Edited by Touphi, Oct 9 2010, 08:00 PM.
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| gravy | Sep 12 2010, 06:37 PM Post #11 |
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Try hard, camp harder
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Night 6 "Get us out of here, Archer!" In the blink of the eye, Archer and Lloyd escaped from the deranged school girl, to destinations unknown. Or at least to Assassin. Arriving at the Yagiri Pharmaceuticals lab, Lloyd attempts to catch his breath. "Jesus. I guess you were right when you said our early aggression wasn't a good idea. I guess I'll... listen to what you have to say next time." A welcome attitude, at least to Archer. Lloyd's brash behavior quickly had began to grate on him since the day he was summoned. "Alright. Back to business. Let's see if this place as anything to fix you up." Lloyd has a point. Archer's clothing is all ripped up and partially bloodstained. He looks to be on his last legs currently, all of his strength being put into walking. They were in luck: a shady employee seemed to have an extremely potent effect to it. "Yes, yes. However, you'll be limited to only one of these. Wouldn't want your well-being a liability to meeee~." The man spoke in a strange lisp, but they ignored him for now. Exchanging their Yen for the potion, Archer immediately downs the strange concoction. It has immediate results: a good few of Archer's lingering wounds closed up, and vitality returned to his face. "Well, I guess we should take our leave. Archer?" Archer was busy, shooting himself with orbs of blue light. The orbs had a lesser effect on Archer than the potion had, but it still helped out a bit. "Right, right. Let's get going." ___ http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8gK_dy5nUWA Fate has different plans for Lloyd and Archer. The sky is filled with beautiful bullets, suspended high above. "—Are you fucking kidding me? This can't be good." Even Lloyd, a normal magi, knew of the immense power from those bullets. His fears were soon realized: the bullets began raining down, indiscriminately throughout the city. No one was spared. Archer's recently closed wounds re-opened. "Jesus Christ! We can't catch a break, can we?" "It seems your karma is finally getting you back, huh?" Archer's words strike a weak point. Lloyd has no response to Archer's comments. Deep down inside, Lloyd knows him to be true. Where had he gone wrong? "Bah. It's no use being sentimental all of a sudden. Archer, begin preparations for later. Everyone has hell to pay!" Edited by gravy, Sep 12 2010, 06:37 PM.
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| gravy | Sep 13 2010, 07:19 PM Post #12 |
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Try hard, camp harder
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Night 7 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uz3sOJ7UsRI&feature=related Peace has finally been restored to the city, if but for only one night. It's been a particularly awful week for Lloyd and Archer, but they've been able to weather the storm--somehow. Archer found a particularly large tree, one perfect for ambushing oblivious War combatants. However, his true advantage lie within his exceptional eyesight. "Master! I see some guys over at the Train Station. Seems like it's Malik, Saber, Sebastian, and Lancer." Lloyd is busy, writing down notes on some loose leaf paper, seemingly ignoring Archer's findings. His writing strokes are fast and furious, consumed in his efforts. "Master, may I ask what you're doing?" Archer had climbed down from the tree, realizing that his ambushing ploy was worthless. He had gathered the information that he was particularly interested in, anything else was icing on the cake he thought. "Mhm. My hit list, Archer. Care to see?" Archer inches forward. Receiving the paper from Lloyd, he takes a look at it. A few names are written messily across the piece of paper: "Saber, Lancer, Rider, Assassin, Berserker, Malik, Sebastian, Jeremiah, Bob, and Frederica." He really isn't pulling any punches huh? Also... that seems to be about every team, save for Caster and her Master. "That's...quite interesting, Master. Well, I guess we'll have to kill all of them sooner or later," Archer concludes. "But for the time being, Feel the love, Lloyd!" "I'd much rather not, Archer. I don't swing that way." However, Lloyd is enveloped in a blue warmth, his burns being healed. "Yeah, well, I'm still not that kinda guy, Archer." "Right, right." Edited by gravy, Sep 13 2010, 08:21 PM.
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| Touphi | Sep 14 2010, 11:41 PM Post #13 |
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Night 8 http://www.youtuberepeat.com/watch/?v=fUY8XzP3SZo "C'mon Archer, no use staying in one spot for very long." Lloyd pocketed his hitlist and began to walk off, the light breeze blowing through his hair. Archer followed behind his Master, his hair also blowing in the wind. They passed through the city's subway, spotting another pair of Masters on the way, Malik and Sebastian. Their Servants fought as they argued, and Lloyd couldn't help but want to get into the fight. He remembered the past few nights, however. Karma... They continued walking. Lloyd ignored Archer's "I'm proud of you" face. It was merely...tactics. Eventually the two arrived at the dojo. "Gonna brush up on your fighting skills, Lloyd?" Archer asked, trying to lighten the mood. Lloyd still seemed angry that he'd missed a fight. "Call me Master, you buffoon. And I have no need for hand-to-hand combat skill when I can light people on fire from afar." Lloyd never lost his serious tone. He always sounded like he wanted to kill something..."Anyway, status report. Who's around?" "O-of course. Well, Assassin's Master is in the park, and obviously Lancer and Saber were fighting. Wait. Lancer...Lancer's dead?!" Archer sounded genuinely surprised. Lloyd's expression dropped. "No! I was supposed to be the first to kill someone! Especially that smug bastard!!" He was furious. Without a word to Archer, he stormed off into a remote alleyway. Archer just shrugged. "Guess I'll spread the love...to myself..." A pink glow surrounded him as he gave a sarcastic cheer. |
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| gravy | Sep 15 2010, 07:36 PM Post #14 |
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Try hard, camp harder
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Night 9 http://www.youtuberepeat.com/watch/?v=rBdrlg2zVH4 “Should’ve been me. I should’ve been the one to kill that bastard’s servant…to kill the bastard myself...” A dry, bitter disappointment dyed Lloyd’s words. The man was genuinely angry at himself. This was his war to win, yet he’d spent so long running away and hiding? Unjustifiable. The next kill must be his. He cared little for whom. On the hunt for an opponent, Lloyd and Archer walked through the park. A chilly, uncomfortable breeze blew over the place, agitating Lloyd’s mood even further. Archer, who’d long since lost his optimism and charm, walked stone-faced behind his master, robe blowing in the wind. “Figures. No one here.” Disgusting. Even with his Servant’s superhuman sight, he could find nothing. No one to kill, no one to give him the one thing he’d always desired. “We’re leaving, Archer. Come.” “Wait!” http://www.youtuberepeat.com/watch/?v=KaB_UXnMMQw A small girl appeared behind the pair, accompanied by her Master. Lloyd recognized them from the first night of the War, the team he’d thoughtlessly ordered to be fired upon. The girl also looked much like one he’d encountered before, identical except for the color of her eyes. Back then, they were red. Now they’re gold. Servant Assassin. The power to move unseen, unrivaled skill in killing. Undoubtedly the best class in these wars. Maybe Lloyd wouldn’t kill the first team he encountered… “Hey, hey, wait. I don’t intend any trouble! I admire your skills, especially yours.” He nodded to the small girl. “I think it would behoove the both of us if we forged some sort of alliance, and killed everyone in our path.” Archer shook his head. One moment, Lloyd was rambling about killing no matter who the target was. Now he was offering an alliance…? “No.” Assassin’s Master said plainly. Lloyd’s face contorted into a menacing glare. Was everyone going to be this hostile? “Good judgment, Assassin.” Another voice…that bastard, Sebastian. Upon seeing him, Assassin entered a battle stance. “Calm down, calm down. Thanks to you, Berserker, and Saber, my Servant has been eliminated. I’m no longer a threat.” His voice sounded a bit hollow, but didn’t contain the despair Lloyd had suspected it’d carry. Even after his Servant’s death, he managed to find some sort of peace with himself? Sick. Disgusting. Lloyd hated him. “Talking about us behind our backs, hm?” Yet another voice entered the conversation. Malik, accompanied by his stoic Servant. Lloyd once again attempted to sway a gullible team to his side. Maybe this time it would actually work… “Ah, Malik. I have to say, I deeply regret the nature of our past encounters. I know you offed Lancer, and I envy that. Shall we team up and finish the entire team?” Lloyd could certainly sound sincere, at least… “I’ve studied politics whenever I’ve had the chance. I know political doublespeak, and that’s what that was. You’re a nuisance.” Malik harbored no sympathy for the disturbed man, seeing him as another obstacle to his goals. Lloyd once again grew more desperate. “…Sebastian? You’ve been cut off at the knees. Come with us…we’ll keep you alive, at least for a little longer…” Sebastian didn’t respond with words. The piercing glare was enough. Lloyd shuddered…ingrates!! “Assin. He keeps trying to make friends. It’s giving me a headache. Get him.” Even Bob’s commands to battle were simple. Assassin nodded in return and gave her master a short smile before dashing toward Archer, who once again sighed at his fate. Constantly being attacked…and always by women. How many female Servants were in this war? *thump* Archer’d been expecting the girl to attack with her knife, as she had before. Not this time. Inches away from her target, she’d changed direction. In almost an instant, she was behind him. Archer staggered. A simple punch from behind…hurt like hell. He spun around and grabbed the small girl by her collar. Her eyes widened with fear as he lifted her off the ground, then used his immense strength to hurl her away. Her tiny frame skid across the pavement inelegantly, but she seemed unharmed. Archer wasted no time, however. As Assassin stood up, an arrow sped past her cheek, leaving a large gash. Had it been two inches closer… “What the hell?” Archer knew he’d lined up that shot perfectly. Somehow the girl deflected it, even if slightly. There was no time to investigate, however. Like pink lightning, Saber was upon him, arrow already nocked and pointed straight at his neck. Archer avoided instant death by turning his head at the last moment. “Your Servant is quite skilled, Lloyd. Unfitting for a weakling like you.” Malik mocked from the sidelines, prompting Lloyd to again contort his face with rage. “Get them, Archer! NOW!” His screams went unheard, his Servant still busy dodging a series of magically-charged arrows courtesy of Saber. Archer’s swiftness was unmatched, but not even he could keep up a fight forever….but, could Saber? He had to end it now. While Saber loaded another arrow into her high-tech bow, Archer scrambled to do the same, and faster. He wasted little time getting the flying girl in his sights, but he still wasn’t quite fast enough. She’d done the same. A tense moment. The two bow-wielding Servants stared each other down, each waiting for the other to make a move. *Thwip* Archer was first, but not my much. The dueling Servants’ arrows passed each other in mid-air, both traveling at immense speeds. They both reached their targets. Archer was struck in the abdomen. He grunted and doubled over in pain, ignoring that his arrow managed to strike Saber in roughly the same area, knocking her out of the air. She landed with a thud. “Saber, to me. It’s not over yet, not at all.” Malik sounded supremely confident, likely the cause of having a few unofficial “allies” to help him out. Saber was injured, but not enough to stop her from following orders. She slowly took to the air and flew back toward her Master. Meanwhile, Bob and Assassin were already raring for more. “…and next time, hit him in the crotch. That always hurt me a lot.” Assassin nodded fervently, apparently taking her Masters “advice” quite seriously. Even Sebastian seemed to be preparing for another round, observing Archer closely while adjusting his glasses. Lloyd looked at all of them with contempt. He felt a strange, nauseous sense of déjà vu. This was just like last time, at the square. And, like last time, he’d prevail, despite the odds. Edited by Touphi, Oct 9 2010, 08:00 PM.
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| gravy | Sep 17 2010, 08:17 PM Post #15 |
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Try hard, camp harder
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Night 10 http://www.youtuberepeat.com/watch/?v=ec4ewiGBUaA&feature=related “Seems the police in this town aren’t completely useless after all.” The scarred, stained payment proved Frederica’s lead. Sounds indicating a fight permeated the air. This had to be it. The end of her days of fruitless searching was upon her. “Come, Berserker. Today you shall…play.” The old woman’s tiny Servant lit up with joy. A grumpy Master sure, but a fun one! They approached the ongoing brawl slowly, cautiously, in an attempt to gather as much information as possible before joining in. At least, that was Frederica’s intent. Berserker would be perfectly content with rushing right in right away. Seven figures. Three of them locked in battle, likely the Servants of the other four. Frederica recognized them. Saber, Assassin, Archer, and the lone former Master of Lancer. Her shallow, strained breathing sped up. She remembered. Archer…that meant…Lars! She could finally save her son from his terrible fate, from this miserable war, from this terrible world! She began to step forward to say something, to welcome him back into her life. Wait. A flashback. Her son cursing his boredom. Cursing his mother’s hobbies. Showing no despair when being taken away. …she’d been an awful mother. She’d let her own despair affect her son. The ignored calls. The resentment. He likely wouldn’t even recognize her, let alone accept her. A difficult decision…but a necessary one. “Archer. Archer’s Master. I offer the hand of an alliance to you. It seems like you desperately need it.” Frederica made no attempt to reveal her motives. She only prayed he didn’t recognize her, at least not for the time being. “What? Help? Are you serious?” Both Lloyd and Archer turned with shock toward Berserker’s Master. The other combatants watched the exchange intently. What kind of rotten, terrible person would want to help Lloyd? “Yes.” Short and simple, Frederica. He doesn’t know. He won’t. Not now. “…fine. Wait…do I know you?” Lloyd thought he recognized the voice, but the heat of battle, the desperation to live… his mind was clouded. The old hag’s voice, though…familiar. No matter now, at least. “No. I don’t associate with hoodlums, or anyone, really.” A pain in Frederica’s chest. It had to be done. It was necessary. “Tch, fine, hag. If you want to help, attack the black guy over there and his annoying pest of a Servant.” Lloyd showed no signs of appreciation toward his new ally, besides not outright attacking her. Those who knew Lloyd, though, knew that no hostilities was a sign of appreciation, at least from him. “Of course. And mind your manners.” What kind of upbringing did her son have? He seemed so…angry. So distant. Society…Canada…no. It was her fault. He’d never have been in that situation if she… “Berserker. Kill that pink-haired girl. Do whatever you’d like to make her die.” Berserker darted about the air with glee. Finally, a real fight! Someone who’d actually resist! The resistance was the best part, after all. “Are you two done talking tactics?” Malik spoke up. “If so, then I’d like to formally declare my intent to be the first wrench in you poorly-though-out plans. Saber?” “Right.” Saber said stoically, pulling out her bow once again. http://www.youtuberepeat.com/watch/?v=0sRVDjMbv3k “Schlagenform!” A mechanical voice sounded from Signum’s bow. The weapon began to transform, splitting itself into a scabbard and an impossibly long whip. Saber brandished the weapon with unmatched expertise, despite its length. “I don’t want to be left out either, I think. Assin? Let’s help out pinky.” Bob entered the battle with as determination as his simple words could convey. Assassin nodded sternly in return, and began to walk toward Archer and Berserker. “Hand Sonic, Version One.” Blue particles emerged from beneath Assassin’s sleeves, forming a thin, silver blade. “Hm. Guess I’ll join the power-up party, too.” Archer suddenly released a massive surge of energy, unlike any his opponents had seen from him before. The Masters in the area were all pushed back by the force. The middle-aged man’s body radiated with energy, even seeming to return him to his usual swagger. “Aha, this is great! I feel young again!” He could no longer hide his grin. The power surging through his body…it was amazing. “Shut up and kill them. Actually, wait. I’ll help a bit first.” Frederica couldn’t help but smirk at her son’s treatment of his Servant. Like mother, like son. Or something. Lloyd once again held up his hands, which signified to everyone that something bad was about to happen. http://www.youtuberepeat.com/watch?v=inSEpnvr9j4&feature=related He threw down his hands with an angry shout. Like he’d done at the Academy, he encircled the entire park with massive pillars of flame. His opponents collectively groaned, remembering their encounters with the spell with no particular fondness. Good. Let them suffer. The pillars split and spread, forming a massive net-like pattern around the area. “How subtle.” Sebastian said sarcastically from the sidelines, sarcasm hiding fear. Lloyd was dangerous when he was surrounded. “I’ll kill you next, worthless rat.” Lloyd instantly returned to insults after channeling his spell. “Archer! Go! NOW!” Before Archer could act, however, a cacophonous sound filled his ears. Assassin stood before him, her handblades crossed over her heads. A massive wave a sound emanated from where the blades crossed, targeting Archer. The man fell over with pain, covering his ears. Assassin was quick to take advantage of her opponent’s prone position. She charged at him faster than a world-class sprinter, her blades aiming to kill. Archer still crouched, disoriented by the auditory assault. Like a flash of silver lightning, Assassin blade struck. Red liquid poured from the massive cut she made on his ribcage, staining his purple robe red. “Tch…bastard.” He’d never cursed someone so young before, but…she wasn’t his target. Not now. He turned his attention toward the skies, to Saber. She glared back, still surrounded by her massive whip-like weapon. She’d definitely be dangerous. He’d finish this now. “Archer. Go away. You’re worthless. I’ll finish Saber myself.” Lloyd began conjuring a ball of fire in his hand. Archer grabbed his wrist, stopping him. Lloyd ripped away his arm, furious at his Servant’s mutiny. Archer was unaffected, looking back at his Master with cold determination. Lloyd backed off. His Servant was serious this time. “It’s my turn.” Archer sounded like some sort of Hollywood action figure as he leapt into the air, straight toward Saber. He expertly dodged through the barbed-wire-like chain sword, perfectly homing in on the armored girl. Mid-flight, he collapsed his bow into a blade, and began spinning. His attack…it completely defied the laws of physics. Saber tried desperately to dodge the man, but his grace in the air somehow beat hers. Archer put all of his energy into his short blade, and swung for all he was worth. The impact when the his weapon struck Saber’s armor could be felt by all the participants present. It wasn’t over yet though. Using the force of his initial blow, Archer somehow managed to fly even high into the sky, switching his weapon back to a bow as he traveled. “Target locked on…” He loaded his bow with a single arrow, but one that glowed with an aura much like the one that surrounded Archer. He looked down at his target. Their eyes met. Saber’s held nothing but contempt, Archer…winked. “CRISIS…RAAIIIIIIINNNN!!” Archer bellowed. The single magic-infused arrow split into dozens, each arcing outward before locking on a diving toward Saber. Saber flew frantically about, desperately trying to avoid them, but Archer’s magically-assisted aim was perfect. It was hopeless. Every single arrow struck Saber at various angles, shredding even through her armor. Bits of blood-soaked clothing floated to the ground. Lloyd looked at the spectacle with amazement. Finally, that idiot had done something useful! The wait had paid off! Saber was badly cut all over her body. She barely managed to stay afloat. Archer landed with grace beside his Master, the glowing aura that surrounded him gone. “So?” He asked Lloyd, a hint of teasing in his voice. “Whatever.” Frederica could tell her son was impressed, but knew he’d never admit it. He did so well…now it was her turn. http://www.youtuberepeat.com/watch?v=DR0j0y983pA “Berserker, look. She’s bleeding!” Frederica’s Servant had been paying little attention to the fight, instead distracted by the “pretty fire” surrounding the area. The word blood, however, got her attention. “With pleasure!” Her voice was far too cute for what she was agreeing to. She flew up to the injured and heavily-bleeding Saber, stopping her tiny frame directly in front of Saber’s face. She looked at her prey mockingly. A large, childish grin spread on her face. Saber only replied with dull eyes, the pain numbing her reaction. “You seem sad. My sister always said sad things should be put out of their misery!” Again, the girl’s words betrayed her appearance. She pulled back a clawed hand to attack, and in the blink of an eye, swung it forward. A massive gash was torn in Saber’s armor. How could a bare hand… “Oopsies, not enough. I guess we get to play a bit longer then!” Berserker began to retreat. “I’ve had enough of this.” Saber finally spoke. Though she was covered in scratches and bleeding from nearly everywhere, her voice resounded with confidence. She swung her sword arm downward. The massive sword-whip began to move, blocking off Berserker’s escape. The little girl flew around, looking for a way out, but at every turn she was met by the winding blades. “Die.” The whip stopped moving defensively, beginning its assault. Berserker fled as quickly as she could from the massive weapon, but had no hope of outrunning it, of beating Saber’s determination. The tip of the blade caught her in the back. Berserker shrieked in pain, finally sounding her age. Her body spiraled to the ground, drops of blood falling in its wake. She resumed hovering before hitting the ground, however, apparently not too badly hurt by the strike. “Argh! How is she still standing?! Did Lancer not hurt her at all? What incompetence!” Lloyd screamed, once again raising his arms. Sebastian shook with anger, but anger quickly turned to fear. He was once again summoning the massive flame vortex. Ever Master in the area called their servant to their side. Everyone but Sebastian, at least. Frederica looked upon the man that was her son with awe. Flame began to erupt from his body, spinning faster and faster, seemingly taking a life of their own as the spread across the area. Ah…he was going to hit his newfound allies as well? Frederica covered her face as the flames descended over her. It didn’t burn. Didn’t even hurt. He’d somehow made the spell ignore Frederica and her Servant. Sebastian stood up and surveyed the area. He had no servant to protect him and took heavy damage from the attack, but somehow remained alive. He had to get out of here. He had a future to forge. Saber was the next victim to stand. Lloyd’s face twisted with hatred. Somehow. Still. Alive. “I am proud of you, Saber. You and I together shall unite the world, after we deal with these…nuisances.” Malik was uncharacteristically proud of his Servant. A faint hint of a blush appeared on Saber’s face, but only faint. She stepped forward and readied her whip once more. The fires Lloyd had produced still circled the area, but the ones from his flaming tornado had dissipated. The park would see no break, however. A surge of magical energy flowed through Saber’s chain-length sword, then the entire length of it…caught fire. She swung it expertly, its blade flying through the sky like lighting. A massive arcing swing. A hit. All at once, Archer, Berserker, and even Sebastian were sliced by the flaming whip. Saber’s assault wasn’t to be shrugged off. Sebastian doubled over in pain, and the two Servants didn’t look much better. “Why me? God damn, my suit…you people are insane!” Sebastian shouted, his composure completely gone. “Heh. Excuse my Servant. My mind did not think that she’d hit you as well.” Malik mocked. Sebastian’s expression began to match Lloyd’s, both utterly frustrated by their opponents. Suddenly, the area heated up once again, a side effect of the flaming net Lloyd conjured. All servants present suffered minor burns. Fire was apparently the flavor of the day. “Oh man, are you kidding me? Way too much is happening today. My brain can‘t take it.” Bob said dully. Edited by Touphi, Oct 9 2010, 08:04 PM.
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| gravy | Sep 17 2010, 08:17 PM Post #16 |
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Night 11 http://www.youtuberepeat.com/watch/?v=H-mvCDNi0jQ Everything was coated in black. Charred leaves, charred buildings, charred people…even the darkened sky looked burnt by yesterday’s fighting. Bob looked about the destruction with disbelief. He was a simple man, sure, but such wanton destruction…anyone would be disheartened. “Mack,” He pointed to Malik, the only indication that that was who he intended to speak to. “Let’s not fight anymore, ok? You too, Sebas. Let’s all be friends, ok?” “While my mind cannot say anything about what I’ll do in the future, for now, I will accept your…ceasefire.” Malik somehow understood what was offered to him. Sebastian didn’t reply. He wanted out, after all. Away from this fighting. Back home, so he could spend his days doing something meaningful. The well-being of so many others rested on his shoulders… “I’ll…think about it, I guess…” A half-hearted response. On the other side of the brawl, Lloyd and Frederica spoke. “Look granny, I appreciate the help, but it’s in my better interests to leave now. Mop these guys up for me, ok?” The way Lloyd addressed Frederica…if he were anyone else she’d have strangled him on the spot. But for him…she’d finally have the chance to clean up after her son, after all these years… “Fine. But I expect my kindness to be repaid in full.” She didn’t really expect anything, of course. But he couldn’t find out now. Sebastian overheard the allies’ exchange. He stared intently at Lloyd, watching his every motion. From the corner of his eye, he saw it. Lloyd’s hand glowed Command Spell green once more. He signaled for his Servant…no. He was escaping again, teleporting away! Sebastian shook with rage. No! Not again! Parasites like Lloyd shouldn’t be allowed to live! http://www.youtuberepeat.com/watch/?v=miqbg1wsgM0 “Like hell I’ll let you do thaaaaat!!!” Sebastian charged at the black-haired man, fist ready. His run turned to a sprint. Not again! Lloyd turned toward Sebastian and smirked. His smugness enraged Sebastian further. He picked up his pace. He was moving faster than he’d ever moved in his entire life. Stop him! Stop him! The light green glow fully enveloped Archer and Lloyd. Lloyd’s grin widened. “Sorry, Sebastian. No time to talk!! Archer and I must escape from here!!” One foot! One foot was all that separated Sebastian’s fist from Lloyd’s face. From wiping that smug grin off forever. From actually leaving a legacy in this damned war!! But it was too late. Sebastian stumbled and fell, his punch going through nothing but air. Lloyd had disappeared. Again. The defeated Master just stared. Where was the justice in the world? ____ http://www.youtuberepeat.com/watch/?v=LqUgFmxzJRQ “Are you KIDDING ME?! Where is the justice in the world?!” Lloyd had landed at his escape destination, just outside the entrance tunnel to the train station. He and Archer were not alone, however. Before him stood two women, a bespectacled one in a red and black uniform, and an older one in plain-looking shirt and skirt. Both with black hair. Both with massive magical signatures. A Master and Servant pair. Caster. “Look, little girl,” Lloyd began walking slowly to the plainly-dressed one, finger in the air, face a painting of rage, “I’ve had the worst luck in the entire world. So help me god, if you refuse my offer of peace, my Servant will tear you limb from limb and fill your Servant with enough wounds to dye her skin red.” Peace offerings. Lloyd style. “Master, please don’t speak for me, and don’t act so violently. They haven’t even said a word yet…” A battered Archer scolded his Master. Lloyd turned his attention toward him. “You shut. The. Hell. Up. I have never, don’t now, and will never want your advice on any situation, you worthless animal. Now, girl! Accept my generous helping hand!” The two girls looked upon him with disgust. “M-my name is Kaho!! And…I refuse your offer!” Her words rang with defiance. Determination. “Then those will be your LAST words! ARCHER! NOW!” Lloyd looked at his Servant while pointing frantically at the girl. Archer’s entire body looked exhausted. He didn’t even have the energy to argue. Reluctantly, he pulled out his bow once more, and took aim at Kaho. “I won’t let you!!” Kaho’s servant shouted, running in front of her Master and spreading her arms out. Archer looked toward Lloyd. “What? I don’t give a damn who you shoot, just shoot one of them already!” Archer shook his head. So violent. What’d made his Master turn out this way? Such thoughts ran through his head as he released his worn grip on the arrow. His aim was off, slightly, of course, anyone’s would be. The arrow still found its target, however, quickly knocking Caster to the ground. “Yukiko! No!” Kaho screamed for her Servant, whom she was apparently on first-name basis with. The arrow stuck out from Caster’s abdomen, though it didn’t bore incredibly deep into her skin. “I’ll be fine…watch.” The Servant spoke as if the arrow didn’t even affect her. Indeed, she pulled the annoyance out, wincing only slightly, and stood back up. “I apologize, but threatening Kaho is unforgivable.” ___ Lloyd’s hands raised to his head. He screamed desperately as his Servant fell lifelessly to the ground. No. It wasn’t his time yet This couldn’t be what fate planned. He wouldn’t be out this early! He had to kill someone! Anyone! “Kill him, you two…he’s worth nothing. He’s a stain on this world…kill him before he can do any more evil…” Archer’s last breaths were used for these words. Kaho looked upon the dying man with a mixture of emotions, pity the most prominent. Lloyd cried with rage. Not now! Not now! He was on his knees, slamming his fists onto Archer’s lifeless corpse again and again. Worthless! Useless! Edited by gravy, Oct 3 2010, 07:00 PM.
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| gravy | Sep 18 2010, 11:21 PM Post #17 |
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Night 12 "We'll spare you for now. I... don't want unnecessary causalities." "Wait, wait! Damnit! Don't give me this shit! You kill Archer and you just fucking walk away!? Are you kidding me?" Kaho sighs. Most people would be jumping at joy at a second chance, yet Lloyd's tongue is as incendiary as his magic like usual. "Fine. Leave. I can't do anything, anyways." Lloyd is right. His mana is almost completely spent and he's had no chance to relax for a while. Plus, it's a pretty awful idea for a lone Master to kill a Servant on his own. ___ Coming into view is Bob, the dimwitted Master of Assassin. Bob seems to have spotted him, and walks over to Lloyd. Lloyd lets out a prolonged sigh, Bob is the last person he wants to see right now... "...And you are?" “I’m Lloyd, you buffoon. You knew that. Oh, are you part of the joke now too? Did that god-damned Sebastian convince you to fight me? You’re probably easy to sway.” The man in front of him seemed a bit upset from Lloyd's words at the word 'Bob'. “Look, I don’t want trouble. I want a clean start. What do you say we work together, just for the time being?” Of course, Bob’s words were sincere. Most of his past mannerisms seem to be gone... “Are you serious? Me, work together with BOB?! You’re the laughingstock in the war, you know.” Bob shakes his head. “Well, if my sources are correct, then I think it’s best we laughingstocks stick together. You lost your Servant, didn’t you?” Lloyd fumes with anger, but... holds his tongue, miraculously. “Tch. Fine. We’ll work together, I guess.” Lloyd folded his arms across his chest. Bob walked toward him and held out his hand. “My name’s Matthias Schmidt. I hope we’ll be able to work together productively in the war.” Lloyd eyed the man’s outstretched hand with contempt. “I thought your name was Bob? Again, I have to wonder if this is some kind of sick joke. Whatever. I don’t shake hands.” Lloyd’s arms remained crossed. “Hm. Then I guess my Servant and I will be departing. Best of luck.” |
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| gravy | Sep 19 2010, 10:16 PM Post #18 |
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Night 13 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mAy_wBQ13ZE&feature=related Despair. True despair. The war that Lloyd was supposed to win, snatched away in all but a moment. He's lost his qualifications to act as a Master. Why is he here now? He can't contract any prospective Servants. The only thing that is driving Lloyd right now is revenge. Yet, he realizes that he is but a mortal. He has no way to actually kill a Servant one-on-one. Lloyd slips further into despair. Perhaps Archer was right when he was talking about Lloyd. He's done nothing productive with his life, his life devoted to making peoples' lives around him suffer. Why had this man become such a twisted human being? This answer is far from simple, beginning roughly 25 years ago, in a sparsely populated region of Denmark, continuing to this very day. 25 Years Ago: October 1981 The year of Lloyd's father's death. It's been such a long time since his passing that he forgot his name. He was always such a kind and gentle man, passing away at such a young age. Lloyd, being but 5 years old, barely grasped the idea of 'death'. His mother took the news worse than young Lloyd did, confirming the child's doubts. His father would never be returning. Never. 24 Years Ago: January 1982 - September 1985 It's been but a few months since their lives had been turned upside down. Leaving for a secluded cabin further away from town, there he was isolated for the years to come. Lloyd's upbringing was terrible. His was isolated from his peers by his mother's own doing. No one would allow their child to associate with the son of a witch, after all. Thus, he slipped into depression. His mother neglected him. True loneliness. At this point, Lloyd's disdain for humanity began to form. His life would change in but only a few days. 21 Years Ago: October 1986 Lloyd woke up from his slumber from banging on the front door. His mother attempted to ignore it at first, but it persisted for tens of minutes. Finally, she opened the door. In all but five minutes, Lloyd's world was forever changed. "Lars! No! Lars!" His mother's voice has been ingrained in his memory. ___ "Feh. That mother of mine never cared for me. All she cared about were her damn experiments. I can't even recognize her voice on the phone any more." Reminiscing on his past, it seems that Jeremiah and Rider had been here recently. He didn't even have the resolve to antagonize them today. |
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| Touphi | Sep 20 2010, 09:54 PM Post #19 |
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Night 14 http://www.youtuberepeat.com/watch/?v=ZZWeg_C-Bzw A smoke-laden exhale. The same color as the skin under his eyes. This is what his great powers were reduced to...lighting cigarettes. He didn't even like cigarettes. He wasn't even sure where he'd found this one. Everything since Archer's death was a blur in his mind, covered up by regret, bad memories, and what-could-have-beens. The bright sunny day served as nothing but a contrast to Lloyd's mood. Sadness, anger...it wasn't as bad as it had been, but the dull, anguished feeling in the pit of his stomach remained. A small girl approached Lloyd, looking anxious and nervous. She held something behind her back. "Umm...sir...my mom said that people like you needed money. It's not much, but...here." She held a handful of Japanese bills out. Lloyd's eyes lazily rolled over to the small, wrinkled pile of bills. "I don't want your god-damn money. Leave." He turned his head slowly away. "Awww... Well, at least stop smoking...you'll save money if you stop." She frowned. "I don't need money. I don't need anything." "..." She walked away. Lloyd idly wondered what the girl was doing in a place like this, but decided not to give it any more thought. |
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| gravy | Sep 22 2010, 01:28 PM Post #20 |
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Night 15 Still in his funk, Lloyd wanders over to the Police Station. His once fiery attitude has been doused with a watering can of epic proportions. Yet, he continues to be a participant in this war, unknown to even Lloyd himself. It's pretty early so the officer on duty is bustling with energy as he sorts through the reported activity of crime. All one pages of it. "...Excuse me officer, can you inform me of any crime that's happened lately...?" "Yeah, yeah. Someone was brutally murdered in the Financial District today. Seems like there's a cannibal in town. Quite disturbing..." "...Thanks..." Lloyd walks out, seemingly achieving nothing. Well, he hasn't done anything lately, so I guess he's meeting status quo. |
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| gravy | Sep 22 2010, 06:45 PM Post #21 |
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Night 16 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HDx8PnEmzOY&feature=related 60 flights of stairs. Perhaps Lloyd should have taken the elevator to the roof of the Sunshine building? Normally, he'd be able to do these stairs without a problem. It isn't a physical problem, it's just a deeply set melancholy. It's been days since Archer's death, and needless to say Lloyd still feels like shit. Right now, Lloyd truly embodies a living zombie. Finally reaching the top of the building, he's presented the sight of the old crone and Berserker. Ugh, anyone but her. A truly repulsive creature. Yet, she was the only person to take his side back when he was competing in this war. But now, he's just a magus without a goal, blindly wandering around. His hair frayed, his clothing in disrepair, Lloyd is in ruins. Yet, he does have one ally left in this war... "Lars! I've been looking for you!" Again with the Lars business. The last thing he wants to hear is, "Lars this, Lars that." Yet, Lloyd does not feel like arguing, not today... and not for a while. "...Hello, Mother. A pleasure meeting you here. Stop calling me Lars. That hasn't been my name for nearly 20 years now." Frederica's face turns whiter than it was to begin with. A nervous twitch, lack of eye contact... She's nervous. Very nervous. "Lars... you remember me?" Frederica says, timidly. "Yes, Mother. I knew something was familiar about you, but... well I was a little preoccupied when you came out of no where," Lloyd continues on, "but... what the flying fuck happened to you? How old are you now? You were... you were young the last time I saw you." Frederica hangs her head in shame. A single tear falls to the ground. "Things... didn't have to turn out this way, Lars. All I wanted was... a happy family. When your father died, I was devastated. I devoted myself to reanimating him, all for the sake of your childhood. Yet... I messed up. I truly did, Lars. My experiments never paid off and as a result... I lost about 20 years of my lifespan on top of countless lost hours. Yet...I wronged you much more than I wronged myself, Lars. I'm a horrible mother. I don't ask for your forgiveness, but... do know that I fault myself for everything that happened. I can understand your disgust with me." Lloyd is speechless. Of all the times that his mother called him over the phone, she never apologized, never explained her rationale. She was never this personal. "...Give me time to mull over on this." "Very well. Berserker, scout out the surroundings. Leave no stone unturned." "But...but...I just did!!!" "Try harder, damnit." Berserker flies off once again, pouting like usual. Frederica is back to her authoritarian ways, it seems... Edited by gravy, Sep 22 2010, 07:06 PM.
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| Touphi | Sep 24 2010, 12:15 AM Post #22 |
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Night 17 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9U7yShGvpiA Lloyd kicked a piece of trash across the pavement. He was disgusted at himself. All that self-pity...what a waste of time. He didn't need a god-damn Servant, he needed someone to kill. He was greater than a Servant, greater than everyone here! His meeting with his mother... it lit a spark under his ass. It destroyed his self pity. He can still win this war. "Ah, Lloyd, nice to see you again." It was Matthias. Ugh, Lloyd remembered allying with him before but now...gotta throw him off the scent. "No time to talk. I have the sudden urge to kill people again." Lloyd was a master of subtlety. "Hm. We'll be leaving as well then. Nice to see you again, I guess." Matthias walked away without any more words. Wait, we? ____ Lloyd let some fire dance around in his hands, a minor magecraft he often did while bored. He cursed his boredom, there had to be more to do. No one was around though, except some boring civilians. Well, if the moths wouldn't come to the flame...he'd have to bring the flame to the moths. He once again readied his favorite technique. This one, however, needed more than the others. More power, more emotion, more energy, more fire! After a long preparation period, flames exploded outward from Lloyd as they never had before, the twisting walls of flame moving beyond the office and into the entire city. Lloyd couldn't be sure if he hit anyone, but he likened it to throwing a grenade into a pile of roaches. He was bound to hit some of them... Edited by Uroxin, Sep 24 2010, 12:59 AM.
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| Touphi | Sep 25 2010, 01:10 AM Post #23 |
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Night 18 Lloyd rolled his shoulders. He felt so tense, so dormant. He needed to do something, to kill something, to burn some more things. People...people...he needed people! And where better to find people than a shopping center?! Nowhere! He strolled into the center coolly, hands in his pockets. Another cigarette hung from his lips. Lots of people today, lots of 'em. "Donations...? Donations, please?" An old man's voice struggled to be heard over the bustling crowd of people. Lloyd shot him a glance. Such idiots, always lookin' for money where people would feel guiltiest. Lloyd didn't feel guilt. People do what they wanna do, and that's how it is. Ah, well. No one outright annoyed him here. Too many witnesses, anyway. |
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| gravy | Sep 26 2010, 02:39 PM Post #24 |
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Night 19 http://www.youtuberepeat.com/watch/?v=Pi_8gujWJMc "Lars! Where did you go the other day?" Fate brings Mother and Son together once again. At this point, it seems that fate is playing a joke on everyone involved... "Ah, it's you. Your speech the other night opened my eyes. For that I can thank you. It's the first thing that you've helped me with." Lloyd's words are sharp as if they were a dagger being plunged into Frederica's heart. Frederica hangs her head in shame, visibly effected from Lloyd's vitriolic comments. "We have alot to talk about after this war, Mother. I haven't forgiven you, but... if you want to be a part of my life, so be it." Before Frederica can say a word, Lloyd ignites the area, trapping them in a cage of flames. They violently lash out, striking Berserker. However, Berserker ignores the pain, perhaps because of her insanity. We will never know what's going on in her head. "Don't mind the flames. If any bastards want to try to kill me, they'll have to earn it!" "I-I'll protect you, Lars! Even if it's to give up my life, I'll protect you." "Hehehehe! That's great! I'm looking forward to your martyrdom, Mother!" Frederica clicks her tongue, but she has nothing to argue with. Her actions warped her son into the man before her today. Nothing will change him. Not even a miracle. Edited by gravy, Sep 26 2010, 02:39 PM.
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| gravy | Sep 26 2010, 04:50 PM Post #25 |
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Night 20 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mZxOyWlFx2g&feature=related "Bah, Lars, you're wasting your time with the flames." "Shut it! I didn't ask for your opinion, woman. I'm sure someone will wander in here soon enough. Then we will kill them. Works out for both of us, yes?" An air of uneasiness settles in the cage of hellfire. The estranged mother and son doesn't bode well for future conversations. Nor does the intense heat concentrated in the isolated realm in which they exist in. An awkward silence looms over the Financial District, neither Frederica nor Lloyd uttering a word. Only Berserker is animated, entertaining herself by eating her own strands of hair. Any chance of conversation is cut off from the lashing flames. Unfortunately for Berserker, the flames caught her hair on fire prompting her to put out the fire instead of continuing to eat it. |
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| gravy | Sep 30 2010, 12:25 AM Post #26 |
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Night 21 - 23 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jDIjyKYQtRQ&feature=related Nothing. Not a single soul has entered the Financial District. It seems that Lloyd's conspiracy with his mother has failed for the time being. Snapping his fingers, the ring of fire dissipates. A prolonged sigh is followed by a faint spark formed out of his free hand, lighting a cigarette previously placed in his mouth. Old habits tend to re-emerge in times of great pressure. This war has been tolling on Lloyd both physically and mentally. His flames of passion were smothered for a period of time. Yet, like a phoenix, his will to win has been born anew. His plan may have failed for the time being, but opportunities will present themselves sooner or later. "We'll be leaving, Lars. Keep in touch, okay?" "Yeah, yeah, whatever." Hours ago they had exchanged cell phone numbers to attempt to keep in touch. Frederica wasn't sure what to do with the 'new-fangled phone', but Lloyd explained things to her. After all, it was Lloyd himself who stole them. Lloyd isn't exactly sure why he gave her a phone, perhaps a part of him is feeling filial love for her once again? Bleh. Lloyd shakes his head in disgust. This will help Lloyd find someone to kill, surely. That's all that matters now. |
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| Touphi | Sep 30 2010, 09:50 PM Post #27 |
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Night 24 Nothing like petty theft to keep a man occupied. At least, that's what Lloyd thought. The flavor of the day was pickpocketing, the most dangerous method but also the most thrilling. Lloyd casually approached a man, putting on a friendly face meant to deceive. "Why hello there, sir! Might I interest you in some fine life insurance plans?" Lloyd's con voice was unnaturally nice, but it did a good job of masking his intent. "Me? No...I'm gonna be long lived, promise." The man quickly responded, then tried to walk past Lloyd. Lloyd wouldn't let a mark get away so easily, no way. He threw his arm around the man's shoulder. "Do you REALLY think that? Look around you. Train crashes, forest fires...even the school had to be shut down. Some strange stuff is going down here. I'm sure you aren't 100% sure of your safety, right? Don't wanna leave a big debt behind for your family, do you?" "L-look, man, I don't even have a family. I work in an office...I commute 3 blocks tops everyday. I'll be fine." The man became increasingly annoyed. Lloyd didn't care. He'd gotten his wallet. "Ah, fine, fine. Enjoy life...while it lasts." Lloyd said the last bit in his normal voice, sending a chill down the man's spine. Later, Lloyd thumbed through the wallet. Wait...was this...? It was empty! Lloyd threw the wallet to the ground in disgust, then stomped on it. What a loser... |
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| gravy | Oct 3 2010, 02:45 AM Post #28 |
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Night 25 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zMRi_htLawo&feature=related "Hah, what do we have here?" In Lloyd's hands was a sealed envelope, sealed with a pair of lips. Lips? Lipstick? What the hell is this shit? It's a damn love letter, isn't it!? Quickly and efficiently Lloyd tore open the envelope, the card squarely in his hands.
Lloyd's mind goes blank. Unable to comprehend this so called 'love', he immediately burns the card to ashes and spits on it. "Love? Who needs love!? I only love myself," Lloyd says boastfully to himself, his greatest fan. "But... heh, I have an idea." Edited by gravy, Oct 5 2010, 03:58 PM.
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| gravy | Oct 3 2010, 02:45 AM Post #29 |
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Night 26 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7fDJFEFa6Yo&feature=related The sun has set, the pale moon shining brightly over the city once more. Tonight is a very special night for Lloyd. He's going to stomp on the frail love of this secret admirer, make her cry, and beg for forgiveness. Not exactly in that order, but that's besides the point. Lloyd is at the designated area, yet no one is in sight. Perhaps he is a bit too early, his schemes sprung a little prematurely? Nah, the sound of footsteps--no, the sound of high heels reverberate throughout the air. The figure is lithe, perhaps skipping one too many meals. The figure continues moving forward, step by step. An uncharacteristic chill runs up Lloyd's spine. It's been a long time since Lloyd has been nervous. Lloyd can't back down. Lloyd's goal is to ruin other people's lives, he can't chicken out because of something or another! A few more steps, the clapping sound of the high heels following shortly after. Closer and closer. The features become a little more apparent, looking somewhat like a clown. Lloyd's gut feeling was right, this was a bad idea. Lloyd is further soured as he realizes the person's hair doesn't even look... real. Yet, Lloyd's feet are cemented in place. It's far too late to run away now. "Toby, is that you!? I knew you'd come," says the muffled voice. It's as if it wasn't her natural voice. Things... things aren't adding up here. Lloyd takes the offensive, hoping to destroy her feelings in one fell swoop. "Heh, listen lady. Or whatever the fuck you are. I'm not your Toby. In fact, Toby doesn't give a flying shit about you. It seems he tossed away your love like a piece of garbage. Yeah, that's right. You're GARBAGE. What the fuck are you supposed to be? A clown? And that hair, that isn't real either is it? You disgust me, get out of my sight!" Lloyd's words are like a lighter to a piece of paper. The woman's tears pour out, the makeup running down her face. Truly a horrible sight, yet Lloyd laughs. A hearty chuckle turns into an outburst of laughter. "Remember my name, Lloyd Stevens! I'll be taking my leave now," Lloyd says confidently, turning his back to the woman, ready to leave. "No. No you won't." A completely different voice than before, masculine in nature and much more confident. It appears he's stopped crying... "I won't allow you to defile my sister, you hear?" "Your...what?" Lloyd says, genuinely confused. "You heard me! My sister, you piece of shit!" The man charges at Lloyd at a blindingly fast speed, the hair he had been sporting falling to the ground. Before Lloyd can react, a right hook plasters him across the face, knocking him off guard. "Okay, now you're fucking pissing me off! Burn in hell!" Lloyd expertly channels flames into his fingertips and shortly into his hands. Directing the flame at the man in front of him, he quickly incinerates him, leaving only a charred corpse on the ground. "No one fucks with me. No one." Edited by gravy, Oct 5 2010, 06:06 PM.
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| gravy | Oct 5 2010, 06:48 PM Post #30 |
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Night 27 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TQriRKm4poU&feature=related So much for that. It seems nothing goes right for Lloyd anymore, not even screwing around with hapless romantics. Lloyd shakes his head, clearing his thoughts. Dwelling on the fact that he was assaulted by a transvestite with multiple personalities isn't the most pleasant of subjects to choose. Back to doing nothing, something that Lloyd has gotten better at over the past few weeks. On the snap of his fingers, a ring of fire once again separates Lloyd from the rest of the Financial District. The ring of fire this time is only about 20 feet in diameter, far smaller than normal. Lloyd tooks towards the sky. Suspended midair were floating magical orbs. No... they are bullets, the same ones from the other week. There's no place to run as Lloyd essentially locked himself into his own grave. Is this the end? The bullets descended at a rapid pace, striking the entire city without rhyme or reason. It wasn't until long until the Financial District met its impending fate. The bullets stuck Lloyd repeatedly, burning him severely. Before long, the storm of bullets faded, Lloyd's life spared. The void was shortly filled by his phone ringing. *Ring ring ring, ring ring ring* "Who the fuck is calling at this time of hour? Picked a really bad time... ugh." Lloyd glances at his cell phone. Private caller. He's never given his number out to anyone... this is quite odd. Maybe it's someone trying to get some money out of him? Might as well answer it and tell him to screw off now. At least he didn't receive the call a minute later, or Lloyd would have really been pissed. "What the hell do you want?" "It's been a while, Lloyd, and that's how you treat me? I'm saddened, really." The voice on the other side of the phone sounds very familiar. Ah, it's that Izaya guy. "So what do you want? I'm busy..." "Oh, just wanted to tell you that the war has been finished. You can go back to your shitty life. Bye now." "W-wait a minute! Where did you get my phone number!?" "Fuck! The war is over? That means... there will be no one left to kill. Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit!" Yet Lloyd is prone on the ground from his grievous wounds. All he can do is sob quietly to himself, his only company being his newly erected Pyro Prison. Isn't it sad? Bad Ending Edited by gravy, Oct 5 2010, 08:11 PM.
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| gravy | Nov 30 2010, 10:47 PM Post #31 |
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The End to an Era http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5AMIA-5Op4c Silence reigns supreme over the dominion except from intermittent sobs coming from a terribly broken man. The periodic moaning is one befitting of a dead soul and not of a human being of flesh and bone. Coughing and wheezing, Lloyd is unable to anything but to cry. His mana spent, his hopes and dreams ruined, Lloyd is only able to wallow in self-misery. A remarkable aspect of life is how resilient creatures are when faced with their immediate doom. Broken and downtrodden, literally at rock bottom, Lloyd can only rise. As miniscule as it may be… he will rise. The only question is the willpower to do so, something that Lloyd sorely lacks. This motivation has been provided. A burly and unsightly man has lumbered into the district, seemingly in worse shape than Lloyd himself. It is none other than Jeremiah, with his two guitars following shortly behind him. “I’ve…I’ve finally found you, you shit head! It’s time for you to pay, Lloyd,” the burly man says, painfully. His clothing is tattered and bloodied, his hair tangled. “Heh, is that so? You’ll bloody your hands?” Lloyd replied with a smug grin. Jeremiah ignores Lloyd’s rebuttal, closing the distance between them step by step. In a short period of time, Jeremiah towered over the sprawled out body of Lloyd. Jeremiah gazed down on Lloyd with utter disgust, fire burning in his eyes. For the first time in his life, Lloyd’s body quivered with fear. Heart racing, sweat beading on his forehead, he pleas to Jeremiah. “Hey…hey. C’mon now. You don’t want to do this!” Jeremiah shook his head, a solemn expression on his face. “You’re right. I don’t want to do this. However, leaving you alive — I simply cannot allow this! You’re a blight to society, Lloyd! You’re… you’re just a piece of shit. You don’t deserve to live. I serve as the jury, as the judge…and as the executioner. This time, Lloyd, you pissed off the wrong guy.” *End music* “What’s that? Society? You’re full of shit, Jeremiah! What happened to anarchy? What happened to fighting the good fight!?” Jeremiah had no answer as he bit his lips. Sensing his enemy’s vigor faltering, Lloyd’s lips curl into a faint smile. “Anarchy doesn’t have to end, Jeremiah. Together we can wreck havoc as we see fit! Surely you’re interested, right? You surely haven’t given up on anarchy so suddenly, have you?” Lloyd has always had his way with manipulating others. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G-K1QPk78Oc Hunching over, Jeremiah lifts Lloyd up by his collar. Panicking, Lloyd peered into Jeremiah’s eyes. “No! No! Don’t do this!” And with that, a tremendous right hook plants itself into Lloyd’s face, sending him flying as if he is a rag doll. “Stop it! Jeremiah, you don’t have to do this! The war has ended! We can all go back to our normal lives, man!” Lloyd’s words fell on death ears as Jeremiah grabbed his guitar in an odd way. No, not as if he’s planning on playing the guitar. Gripping the guitar by the headstock and neck respectively, his intentions have made themselves clear. And with this realization came utter terror, as Lloyd began to curl up in a ball…as if he was a child. Mercilessly, Jeremiah inched closer and closer, the guillotine quickly approaching. Tears running down his face, Lloyd covered his head to lessen the incoming impact. It never came. Sliding his arms down from his head, Jeremiah had disappeared. Breathing a sigh of relief, Lloyd closed his eyes. The oaf lost heart and ran away, obviously. Wrong, dead wrong. Silently, the guillotine was dropped, with the guitar shattering in one terrible blow. “It’s…over. It’s finally over,” Jeremiah said, averting his eyes from the mangled sight before him. Wordlessly, Jeremiah hobbles away, his deed done. ____ http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YOzi1dhGd1U “Ugh…where am I?” Lloyd mused. It had only been moments earlier that he had been savagely beaten by Jeremiah. Slowly opening his eyes, Lloyd peered about the room. An intense feeling of nausea washed over as his eyes adjusted to the brightness of the room. “Shit. This is freaking me out! I thought I was a goner for sure, but I’m definitely alive,” Lloyd said as he made a grasping motion, confirming his statement. Struggling to regain his balance, Lloyd continued to remain motionless. Sighing, he resigned himself to inactivity. There isn’t much one can do in a simplistic room such as this. Yet, the nausea still hasn’t settled down. Regaining his bearings, he attempts to get his footing. Looking around can only do so much… “Wait a minute. I’m…floating?!” In a series of panicked maneuvers, Lloyd finally realizes that he’s suspended midair in this ominous room. Breaking into a cold sweat, he can only struggle aimlessly in attempts to gain control of the situation. “It’s like I’m a damn fish outta its water! What did I do to deserve this! Get me outta hereeeeeeee!” “Is that so, Mr. Lloyd Stevens? You wish to leave…?” spoke a booming, disembodied voice. “Who the fuck are you!? Get me out of here NOW!” “We only wish to help you,” the disembodied voice continues, “but we need your cooperation. So settle down and—“ Lloyd interrupts the monotonous voice, interjecting in the only way he knows: with profanities. “I don’t fucking care, man. Just get me out of here now. You’re freaking me out!” “…Very well. But do know that this will compromise you—“ “SHUT UP! GET ME OUT OF—“ At this moment, Lloyd is pulled back into the land of the living. Standing above him is a middle aged woman, dressed in medical scrubs and a stethoscope around her neck. “Welcome back, Lloyd.” ____ http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y_awm-Klbk4 Days pass since Lloyd’s rude awakening in the hospital. Those days shortly turn into weeks, and weeks into months. Before long, the only thing he had begun to know is awful hospital food and the rare visits from his attending physician. Even in his native Canada Lloyd was a loner. It didn’t surprise him that no one paid him a visit, let alone be acknowledged by the ones taking care of him. While months and seasons passed while in the hospital’s captivity, it became apparent that no one would claim custody of Lloyd Stevens. Physically, Lloyd was as fit as anyone at his age. The problems lie within his brain, the aftereffects of the brutal onslaught that cold, October night. The trauma caused by the strike to the head impaired his cognitive abilities to the point that he could not differentiate a cat from a dog, a woman from a man. A door creaked open as a lithe figure marched in solemnly, presumably the same doctor that had rudely awoken him on his visit to the hospital. It was nothing more than a guess, seeing as she is one of the few persons to bother to visit him anymore. “Good morning, Lloyd,” the woman said with a melancholic voice. “It seems that you have no relatives to take care of you. Your stay here is ending, Lloyd. I’m sorry to say this, but we can’t afford to keep you here any longer.” Lloyd winced. Even he knew what this meant. His only option is— Cutting Lloyd off, the doctor finished her sentence, “Yes, that’s right. Either a mental institution or you can try living on your own. It’s your choice.” Smirking, Lloyd continued his defiant attitude. “I ain’t getting cooped up with some loons. Get me out of here, I’m sick of this place.” As if she already knew the answer, the doctor nodded. “This isn’t really my business, but…I sincerely hope you have a plan on living with your disability. It’ll be tough finding a job…” “I don’t need your advice, Doctor. Good-bye,” Lloyd said in contempt, as he struggled to get out of his bed. His path is set, disability or not. If only you let us continue that procedure. If only… ___ Thankfully, the hospital was relatively close to his own house, where he left most of his possessions before heading off into that insane War. Nearing the front door, he pulled out his set of keys and unlocked the front door. The sight set before him was utterly devastating. All of his furniture was gone leaving his house a ghost of its former self. The only appliance left untouched was his answering machine, beeping. “Unbelievable! What did I do to deserve this!?” Lloyd cried out to no avail. Lloyd’s cold façade finally shattered and along with that was a waterfall of tears. His life had been turned upside down in more ways than one after nearly being beaten to death and being diagnosed with a crippling disability. This is truly hell on Earth if there was one. Tears in his eyes, Lloyd finally makes his way over to the answering machine. As he clicked the ‘Replay Message’ button, another wave of emotions swept over him like a tsunami.
Lloyd knows this voice very well as it’s the voice of his own mother, the very woman that he had learned to despise. Even their chance encounter in Tokyo didn’t thaw relationships. It was only now that Lloyd realized his shortcomings and his opportunity to patch things up with his only known relative. Pulling out his cell phone, he swiftly dialed her phone number. If all goes well, Lloyd will have a guardian and someone that will unconditionally love him. Why didn’t he notice this sooner!? … … … ... … … … … … . . . . . . . . . No answer. He tried over and over, hours on end, but the result was the same. His mother would not answer the phone, try as he may. His only salvation is ignoring him. Enraged, he dialed the number one last time, gripping his cell phone far too tightly. This time, it was answered… in a completely different language. And it wasn’t his mother, either. “Um…hello, do you speak English?” The voice on the other end of the voice tensed up and after a short clearing of his throat answered with a meek, “Yes.” Success! Perhaps Lloyd’s luck hasn’t completely run out. After considering a few questions to ask, he decided on the most pertinent of the questions racing across his mind. “May I speak to Frederica Abildgaard?” Clearing his throat once again, the man mutters a distinct, “No,” and immediately hangs the phone up. Gritting his teeth, he starts his car up, one of the few items that wasn’t repossessed. Anywhere is better than the dump that he once knew as home. Surely his lucky streak will return…somehow. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CpqibNTBtv4 They say that tragedy lurks at any corner. Edited by gravy, Feb 12 2011, 09:41 PM.
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