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|Topic Started: Sep 3 2011, 02:47 PM (182 Views)|
|Post #1 Sep 3 2011, 02:47 PM||Broken|
Magmar gently brushed his jacket off as he stepped off the boat, recently having docked. His affairs in order and his belongings all dropped out to sea hours before the ship had reached the harbor he was sure all ties and traces where now severed with his old friends. Though he still wished to tear the eyes from Partheon's skull, oh such wonderful orbs of pleasure and vanity, but alas it was not within his reason now. He had a bigger agenda and this was the first step too it. Long claws held infront of the shade as he walked, the left overtop of the right as his normal fashion and slowly caressing across. He walked, passing various dock workers and shipwrights each going about there day and work, loading ships with goods and unloading imports, restocking for adventures and whatever else the little rats did in there spare and wasted time.
The early morning sun bore down upon the snow white shade as he pulled a small bit of wire from his pocket, agile hands coming up to quickly loop it around his hair and twist tightly, the long and unkempt mane tamed for once as it rest in a pony tail. His Tendril's writhes left and right, as if they had a mind of there own, Slimey and black they drew almost as many stares directed solely upon them as the shade did in general. His bounty was low, and he doubted anyone would come for him here, Atleast not yet by any matters, and his appearance was odd, though again it would do nothing to hinder his motives. He walked forward, purpose in mind, slowly bringing each booted foot up and then down, the shade now had to concentrate to keep himself at a slow pace, his body raged against him begging for release, for use, but slow was his pace.
He passed amany civilians that gasped and shrieked, that ran, and others that simply pointed and laughed or walked past with no mention. He was used to it, and he cared little for anything in this world at all, Especially not the thoughts of some filth that sickened him to the core. His hatred had started as a small spark, now grown to a the inferno of a thousand suns the zombie was to unleash upon the town like a cleansing fire. He would start at the market, stopping in the middle of the road to get a good view of what lay in his path, the only worry that came was two fat and foppish marines, obviously off duty, but armed none the less. They would be his first target, and the shade was sure he would miss not a single strike. His hands came up, claws deftly cutting away at the fabric of his jacket, a simple shrug sent it falling to the ground. He wore it only for fashion, the iron plates gave little to no protection and for what he was about to do they would simply slow him down more than anything. He stood for a moment, dark eyeless sockets viewing out all infront of him, a single and piercing word uttered from the mass of tendrils where his lower jaw should be " Fhtagn ".
His body began to hum, a fierce vibration that caused those looking at the zombie to qeustion if he was even real. His steps through the market where slow and calculated, walking forward with a purpose. His claws held infront of himself the entire time, one slowly caressing the other over and over as he began to move forward. People parted, stepping to the sides to stay as far away from the zombie as they would, The two marines drew there rifles and took aim, though They would never be able to come close to hitting Magmar.
He began the assault as he passed three groups of people, Though the shade showed no signs of movement, other than his slow and deliberate pace forward, in truth he was a flurry of motion that none here would ever be able to comprehend in there lifetime. It began suddenly, the shade able to move at twice the speed of sound was already at work when the Sonic Boom, and the force from it, rolled across the market knocking stalls down and sending people flying back into walls, onto the ground, broken and shattered husks. It ripped the arms off of a child that stood to close as the zombie began the spray of blood sending a shower of crimson into the air. The crowds tried to run in fear, but there was no escape from the shade. His walk continued, To those around he made no move but blood and gore began to pile atop his claws and splatter across his clothes as people fell to the ground in packs. The number of deaths in the first few seconds alone was staggering, nearly a third of the street lay sprawled across the ground severed in half, missing limbs, ripped to shreds, or simply stabbed beyong recognition.
Magmar moved at twice the speed of sound, rushing person after person. He came upon them with no warning and them impossibility of them reacting to the insanely quick attacks left it nothing short of slaughter. The two marines fired time and time again at the zombie as he came closer to them, each shot simply sailed through and down the street as if he was not even there, and truth be told as the bullet passed at that exact moment he was not there. His claws sunk deeply into the chest of an old woman, wretching to the side he used the momentum he carried from his speed to wretch her in half sending the bottom to the ground and the still living, breathing, screaming top to land directly between the marines. Her arms clawed at there legs as blood spray from her mouth, begging for help in the last seconds of her pathetic existence. The two trained men dropped there guns, prays to god filling there lips. They had heard and seen the killing was not in any way localized to the area behind the zombie, Further up the road was a mountain of bodies piled high and growing by the second, cutting off any retreat made that way. The marine on the left soiled himself as he fell to his knee's screaming for god to save him, for his mother, apologizing to his wife and children, and then falling to the ground as two large holes appeared on the side of his head. Blood and brain matter pooled to the ground as he convulsed, though his brain was damaged so his realization of what happened would never reach rational thought.
The shade slowed now, standing infront of the last survivor of the Market Massacre, Covered from head to toe in blood and chuncks of flesh. His snow white skin, pants, and hair showed not a single spec of anything other than the deep crimson life juice he had spilt this day. His claws kept the same position, gently caressing the other, as he looked down to the marine, and then simply strode past him making his way further down the street. He let him live, not to spread the word, not to gloat or show mercy, but because living after witnessing that was a far worse hell than any he could ever send the man too.
He passed the marine by, walking for two more steps, and then he was gone, able reach speeds of up to Two thousand and eight kilometers per hour, or One thousand two hundred and fourty seven Miles per hour, That eqauled about a third of a mile in a second. The zombie did not break the sound barrier as he moved this time, taking great care not to, as he wanted no other physical damage done to the marine he left behind, jumping easily over the pile of bodies he stacked up at the end of the street and landing with perfect footing and grace upon the other side.
His march of carnage continued as he made his way through the town, So far he had run into none that could stand against him, atleast not for long. He had run across a few tougher opponents, each able to survive the first strike from the shade and shrug it off, but it simply brought his wrath down upon them a hundred times worse. Those who lived after the first strike and continued to stand he made a spectacle of, flaying the flesh form them bit by bit as he tore them down to nothing but bones to fall in the street, the rage of Magmar was intense and all within range shall bask in the glory of his cleansing.
|Post #2 Sep 4 2011, 02:50 PM||火Isabella|
A day that Tia was not really expecting to have was upon her now. It had started as a rather pleasant day over all but that was not going to last that long anymore. Something was going to happen even if she was not aware that trouble was brewing in the town she just happened to be at right now. As the day passed Tia started to walk through the town but she could smell something in the air.
She started to follow the smell of… blood. She knew the smell far too well not to be able to follow up without having to second guess herself; once she had gotten closer she could see something going on. People were getting slaughtered left and right like they were nothing more than meat bags that were getting ready to be ran through a processor in a factory.
Children, elderly, women, even marine were not spared from this wake of violence. She noticed as the thing left one of the people alive even though they probably had wished they were dead because of what they had just experienced. She saw the thing run off, it most people it would have just been a blur she couldn’t even keep up with it that well.
She started to pursue the figure as well as she could as it quickly moved away from the spot she was at. She approached the area were the thing that was going on its own personal rampage. It seemed physically it lacks much strength rather it worked off of speed, speed demon would be a proper term for this monster.
As it continued it onslaught Tia waited for the perfect moment to step into the rampage of the beast. She rushed in and grabbed it from being pinning its body to the ground while holding its arms extended out to the side. “You will be ended here; your little rampage is now over, as it your life if you call it that.” She said as she pushed its arms into the ground more and more with her immense strength. Senseless killing was a offense that would be dealt with by taking a life from the murderer.
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|Post #3 Sep 4 2011, 09:46 PM||Broken|
Magmar was delighted in the wake of his hellish onslaught. It was the first time he had ever felt alive other than when working with machines, The first time he was happy. The excitement should show if he had facial features and a lower jaw with witch to extend into a large smile, but instead the tendrils spilling forth from the dark recesses of his throat and skull simply thrashed about wildly in ecstasy. The shade was busy making his way to the next central hub of activity to begin the slaughter anew, when he was grabbed mid stride and thrown upon the ground.
Firm hand's gripped upon him and threw him down, landing atop him and holding is arms upon the smooth stone pavement beneath. It was obvious by her strength and the ability she held to actually see him when he moved and when he was still, to actually be able to grab him, that this was no ordinary person. His dark eyeless sockets stared up from the ground at her, covered head to toe in the red crimson of life, a deep chuckle resounding from within his chest as she spoke. He waited until she had finished speaking every word, giving it a moment after to make sure. She pressed down with increasing force, her strength was far greater than the zombie so he would have to be careful and act fast.
" My dear, Mayhaps the cleansing of filth and vermin from this world offends you, But do not presume yourself so high and mighty to simply kill every would be purger of humanity. " Using his speed he shifted as far as he could, and as quickly as he could, extending his body and his legs as far as he could. His tail, coming up with all swiftness he could muster, from the right aimed to take her in the side of the neck, the two foot barb at the end ready to pierce into the soft tissue and end the pathetic existence he felt she was not worth of holding. The motion was carried out by his left leg as well, bending at an angle that would certainly be painful and near impossible for a human but the shade held far less limitations. He sought to kick out and hit her with his boot, aptly named Thing 2.
The boot, weather it hit or not, he would face in her direction and at close proximity, was a devastating weapon he had just recently designed for such occasions. Hitting the switch within he set off the electric blasting cap, and in turn detonated the powerfull explosive within. It was crafted to only effect a small area holding a blast radius that would leave the zombie un-scathed by the effects, With forces of over 300,000 pounds per square inch, Heat and flames reaching near 6000c and traveling at over 10,000 kilometers pre second the blast was his trumph card.
He knew not whom the lady was, but the justice serving bitch of righteousness was in his way, and was very dangerous for him. The only thing he thought to do now was escape, and if his plan worked she would either be dead, wounded, or off from atop him now. He needed simply the smallest hesitation from her, distraction, or release and he would be gone. If she so much as released her hands by a fraction of her grip, shuffled her weight, or even flinched the zombie would use his speed to the advantage and began his flight away.
It was not strength that would carry him from her grasp now, it was speed. The sonic boom created when he moved should be enough to allow him to break free from her grasp completely and begin his escape, though having little to run to he would simply bide his time for now. Ignoreing the potential slaughter around him he would seek nothing but refuge, Time's like this wishing he could have depended on the foolish captain he had served under until recently more often, Though as of late the man had abandonded him and severed the friendship, so he simply would endure the trial alone.
The zombie, knowing the woman could see his movements and react, did not fear so much as rationalize, The blood had dried upon him rapidly from the air pressure slapping against him as he moved, during his last sonic boom as he began the retreat it was burst from his body as a fun dust, falling to the ground to leave the shade clean and free of the damning traces, though it was not like anyone else in the town would see him. It did not matter if he was covered in blood or not, His was a face few would ever forget and this woman did not seem the type to give up with ease.
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