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| Semi-Canon Christmas Crater; No Eggnog This Year | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Dec 7 2011, 09:19 AM (4,466 Views) | |
| ♠ The Unspeakable | Dec 7 2011, 09:19 AM Post #1 |
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Where once stood a festive hall of goodwill and holiday spirit now lays a crater, spanning nearly the entire island. Snow surrounds it, a barren frozen wasteland out to the ends of the massive island, a grey sky dark as night forever roiling above. Inside the crater's bowl no snow collects, the magma-hot ground evaporating each flake long before it reaches the surface. At the center of the crater is a throne fashioned from the broken remains of Semi-Canon Christmas past: smashed presents, splintered remains of the tree, baked goods. A twisted, deformed, smouldering mockery of all things yuletide, the throne was nearly as grotesque a thing as grotesque could be. Only nearly, though, as upon it sat a being far more grim and disconcerting than even his wretched seat. His clothes glowing red with the heat of his own unquenchable rage, eyes like coals plucked from the hottest forges of hell, the despot sat upon that heart-rending throne like a harbinger of holiday doom. His beard was made of writhing souls, his coal-black gloves and boots the flesh of poor children who got no presents ever year until they were harvested (to make his boots and gloves). At his side sat a silken sack made of human hair stolen from those charities that make wigs for cancer patients, filled to the brim; not with presents, but with boundless malice. "Ho ho ho," rumbled the demon of December. "Come behold what you have wrought! "Your greed has tainted this most blessed of grounds, your avaricious hearts doomed the spirit you so vainly pretended to cherish. No longer will there be the tinkling of delicate silver bells, the smell of fresh-baked gingerbread sprinkled with love, or the company of beloved friends before a roaring hearth. Yours is the kingdom of ruin and famine, forged in the undying green flames of your own insatiable desire for the material!" Slowly, as if moved by a force greater than heaven or earth, the raging spectre of holiday woe rose from his throne. With a cruel grin on his lips and a flare in his eye, he rose his clutched, condemning fist to the steely grey sky. "So come, if you dare, to reap the fruit your gluttonous lusts have sown! Rise and fall upon the lap of the one you have summoned and receive my gift of suffering this year. For I am the one you wished for, the one who's presence was truly in your heart all the whilest you spent with gifts and the getting in your mind! "So Merry Santamas to all...and to all their last night!" The entire world groaned in torment as the grim gifter's words rumbled across and through all the lands. Born of the green-eyed monster, the Tyrant of the Tree had been called for by their tainted and selfish hearts; he had not ignored the summons. All would hear his voice and grovel in festive despair. Santunspeakable had come to OPRP!
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| AngelMayLaugh | Dec 7 2011, 10:51 AM Post #2 |
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"Where the hell did you bring me to? That guy is creepy and scary!" Noctis gulped as he stared down into a horrifying, opposite-of-festive crater. Feyris stood there in astonishment of the scene; the doom, the sadness, the mood-setting grey sky, the creepy throne, the ominous figure sitting upon said throne. All of it called to her. "I have a sixth sense for destruction and chaos! It was only natural that I was drawn to this place!" Tears almost welled up in her eyes as she stared down at the scene. "Carry me! We must go talk to that man or thing or whatever over there. The queen of destruction and chaos shall rest her magnificent bottom upon it!" Without waiting for Noctis' approval, Feyris hopped on his back and kicked his rear end with her foot. Noctis reluctantly did as commanded. Noctis jumped into the crater and was greeted by a hotter-than-hell ground. He 'Diamoned Down™(Pending Trademark)' his feet to make the trip to the center of the throne much easier on the soles of his feet. The journey to the center only took a few minutes. They would have gotten to the throne sooner if Noctis didn't act like he was tired every few seconds. Every inch they moved towards the throne made Noctis feel more and more weirded out. The young man started to question himself and why he even listened to the insane girl that he let ride upon his back. "Hurry! Hurry!" Feyris yelled as she pointed at Santunspeakable. "I need to sit on that throne!" Noctis wasn't thrilled at the idea of getting any closer to him. He assumed that Feyris had nerves of steel and an iron resolve, for he himself was trembling and shaking with fear. A few dozen more steps and they were there. Mere feet away from the throne. Staring the Red Reaper right in the face. "This was a bad idea..." Noctis whispered in fear. "Oh hush. This guy is like me. While I desire destruction and chaos, he desires fear and repentance. Four sides of the same die, me and him." "Wait what?" "Nothing, nothing. Let me handle this. He will respect me due to our similarities." "I wouldn't call them-" "HUSH!" Noctis moved to the space directly in front of the throne. He ried looking at the eerie 'thing' sitting in the throne, but in the end he was too terrified to even look for more than two seconds. "Show some respect and look at him directly! Or else you'll make me look bad, idiot." Not even the order of Feyris could give him the courage to look into the eyes of, what seemed to be, a being of pure malevolence. Noctis could definitely hear shouts of pain and agony coming from somewhere on the demon man. Each shout sent a never-ending shiver down the young man's spine. Never before had he felt so scared and terrified. Not even the scariest of beasts, ghouls and ghosts had given him this feeling. "Hey, mister! I want that throne you have there!" Feyris called as she peeked her head over Noctis' shoulder to take a look at the figure sitting upon the creepy throne she wanted. Most of the way there, Feyris had been looking to the sides and not directly in the direction where Noctis was heading. She didn't want to spoil the surprise of just how magnificent the throne would be when she got up close to it. "I'm the harbinger of destruction and chaos! Skyla Feyris di-" When her eyes met with his she fell silent. Bit by bit, Feyris started to feel every emotion and feeling that Noctis had been feeling and then some. She clutched Noctis really hard and hid her head behind his back. "Why did you bring me here?! Did you see his beard? Th-th-that isn't hair. A-a-a-and I think it's moving on his own. I can hear screams from him. But he isn't screaming. Compared to him, I only desire rainbows and candy." Not wanting to anger the December Demon any further, Noctis got down on his hands and knees. "Please spare us. I know it was a greedy thing of us to come here and ask for your throne, but... look at her. She's a fool that doesn't know anything." Feyris was too busy crying in fear to apologize and seek redemption for the things she had said and thought. Noctis bowed his head towards the hot ground to try and repent enough for the both of them. "I was the biggest fool here. I shouldn't have brought her anywhere near here. Please! Please spare us! Never again shall we sin and let our greed take the better of us!" he groveled desperately. Santunspeakable said nothing, but for a long time his blazing eyes rest upon the back of the diamond man. After some while, his impressive girth stirred to motion and rose. "Sit upon throne then, young one," the harbinger of holiday woe offered and demanded at once, stepping aside. With one cruel hand, he plucked Feyris off the ground and placed her upon the burning, cruel mass of ruined Santamas cheer that was his seat. The girl screamed, her eyes lost in the horror of a thousand thousand tormented souls. Every greedy, gift-grubbing soul in the world's thoughts assailed her mind in one green-tinted cacophony. When at last the horrors overcame her, she passed out. Santunspeakable lifted her unconscious form from his throne with one cruel hand and laid the girl down before Noctis. "You are forgiven...for now. Let not her folly be repeated. Ho ho ho!"
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| geomease | Dec 7 2011, 11:46 AM Post #3 |
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Yuri had heard a rumor somewhere about a magical festival where people were whisked away for a Santamas Celebration. People would rejoice in great company as people of all alignments celebrated together under the giant Santamas tree. the peak of the night case when each person found a gift under the tree meant exactly for them. Yuri was intrigued by this magical even. But how to get there? it was almost always by chance that you happened upon it. It just so happened she had chanced to find someone who had attended once. given the data about it she was given a list of other pirates, marines and bounty hunters who had attended. Working the data into a hypothesis she had a theory about how to get there herself. Just as she was crafting a plot of how to get there and make a daring raid to collect all the presents for herself a letter poofed in front of her. A list of coordinates, a time, an invitation to the party. it seems her plot would go smoother than she had initially expected. She made the journey on her own, so as to not need to split her loot with anyone but herself. She pulled up to the shore when she felt a twinge jolt down her spine. as soon as she stepped foot onto the land her boat burst into flames and crumbled to ash. her eyes widened as her plan had unraveled so drastically the moment she set foot here. She took off away from the shore sure that it was an enemy attack, a trap set for her. She would show them however, it was not so easy to catch a professional photographer. She ran through sandy shore into the treeline. however just as soon as she entered into the thick brush she left t. no more than 6 feet into the forest there was nothing more than a massive crater. Scalding hot the ground was so hot she could feel her metal skin heating up painfully. At the center of the mass of destruction sat a throne, and a man. The mere visage of this man struck horror into the depth of her soul. Her soul seemed to shrivel up inside her chest, color drained from her face. Every instinct she had screamed run run far away and yet. She was drawn to the epicenter of the chaos, was it hypnotism, or just fear of being struck down with her back turned. she crept her way across the blazing ground until she stood at the feet of the monstrous abomination against the holiday spirit. Terrifyingly she found herself climbing up without her minds consent till she sat on his glowing hot lap. Her eyes widened with fear tears starting to roll down her cheeks. His gaze, it was like it was boring into the depths of her very soul. Terror, guilt, anguish, these emotions seemed to surge inside her, she felt a coldness in her chest like she had just been stabbed with an icicle that had frozen her heart. Her teeth chattered as she looked up mournfully at him. her trembling fingers grasped at each other as she adorned a pathetic look on her face. "I-I'm s-so sorry, I promise I will never think of such avarice again j-just please spare me, please, l-let me go with my life and I promise I will never let my tainted avarice corrupt Santamas again." she begged in the most sincerely remorseful voice she had ever used in her entire life. To Yuri who had no sense or understanding of shame this terrifying guilt was like a crushing prison tearing apart her very soul. "Selfish little girl," boomed the holiday horror, "you dare sit upon my lap and beg for forgiveness with such a green stain in your eye?" Santunspeakable reached down, placing one terrible sooty mitt upon the girl's head. His terrible grip tightened until she was sure her skull would collapse under the pressure. Somehow, though, it didn't; a moment later, his cruel lips parted and once more the horror flowed from between them. "Your remorse is admirable, if dubious in it's sincerity. I will grant you forgiveness this time, and with it a boon." The spectre of Santamas fear reached into his undulating gift bag, drawing forth a camera. It was as burning hot as his very coat, searing Yuri's flesh as it was placed into her hands. The young photographer found herself unable to drop the camera once she held it, screaming in soul-rending agony as the blazing metal charred the flesh of her hands mercilessly. After minutes of terrified suffering, unable to free herself of the torturously hot camera, the girl finally slipped into the merciful embrace of unconsciousness. "Take one last snapshot of your lusting soul...HO HO HO!"
Edited by The Unspeakable, Dec 8 2011, 12:13 PM.
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| PapaKuma | Dec 7 2011, 02:17 PM Post #4 |
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Wheatley walked around the destroyed remains with a skeptical look on his face. “I… think I’m missing something.” He said in a bit of a confused tone. Wheatley had been missing Santamas every single year ever since he had started adventuring on his own. When he had heard that there was a seemingly magical Santamas gathering, where the magical man himself would show up and give everybody presents, Wheatley could not believe it. He had only heard about the Santamas gathering the day after, so he made sure that next year, he would get to finally meet the man himself. But the sight that Wheatley had seen was not something of Santamas miracles, but more of an apocalypse, just starting on the day of Santamas. Despite this, Wheatley still held hope in his heart. He still held hope because he had missed all of Santunspekable’s speech on how horrible and greedy everybody was, he never really had a knack for arriving to events at the most key moments. So everything just seemed foreign to him, and he figured it was a change in tradition that happened over the years. Despite claiming to be a genius, Wheatley was probably the most oblivious one out there. His purity of ignorance in his heart he completely ignored the disturbing setting, and continued his way onward towards Santunspeakable. ‘He’s able to go around the world and give merriment to everybody, in one night.’ He thought to himself as he continued down the path towards the demon. ‘I can’t be the fastest unless I know his secret.’ He thought as he finally reached the demonic being, “Hi.” He said calmly, giving the Tyrant of the Tree a nice smile. “So… I’m sorry if this is weird for a grown man to do this.” He began to say before hopping on Santunspeakable’s lap. “But I haven’t even seen a fake one of you ever since I was a kid.” He said in a bit of a happy tone. He leaned back a bit and seemed to be overly relaxed as he lounged on the tyrants lap. He began to note all the other differences of the man’s outfit compared to what he knew as a child. “I guess you changed designers since my younger days…” he said before becoming a bit disturbed by the realization of the entirety of the man’s being. “Anywaaaay~” he began to muse, completely ignoring his better judgment to run the hell away. “There are so many things that I want, I don’t even know where to begin…” he began to trail off as he thought of what he wanted. ‘Laser system or specs for my new suit, repulsors, machine guns, photon cannons, sonic disruptors, speed boots, something to make me go faster, a horse, bigger bombs, stronger armor...’ He began to think of all the wild plans he had for the future after he had finished his new grand procedure to change himself into a cyborg. All the things he wanted seemed so far out of reach and so unrealistic, surely if he could not produce them, this man at least had to have the knowledge of how to make them. “Before I decide, how do you get around the world so fast? You must be a genius to be able to go around and hand out everything. And deciding who’s naughty and nice? Some type of amazing surveillance system, right?” he asked before he let out a sigh. “Anyways, I think I want…” he said before he started to trail off, remembering moments of his own past. How the best moment was not really being excited about getting what you’ve always wanted, but getting whatever that person would give to you. He always got toys and everything he wanted because of his rich family. But it was the presents that he never asked for that held the most meaning. “I don’t know.” He finished before adjusting himself to get ready to hop off of Santunspeakable’s lap. “You’ve always given me what I wanted most, without me even knowing that I want it. I trust you.” He said before finally hopping off the man’s lap, smiling as he began to walk away that he finally was able to experience a bit of Santamas one more time, even though it had apparently become somewhat demonic and dreadful over the last few years. He wondered what he would receive this year, maybe with the change in tradition you actually had to ask for something to get it. "Foolish child, I am not the Santamas mascot of your youth!" boomed the vengeful cheerbringer as Wheatley turned his back. "Confuse me not with that pipe-playing giver-of-gifts, Sant A. Nicolai! I am none other than the Harbinger of Holiday Horrors, Santunspeakable!" "You long for so many things...there is burried in you the germinating seed of avarice! Yet you grew up spoiled, never knowing to long for a thing. You who could have anything yet appreciated best that which you never knew you wanted are at once of the worst colour and finest in the sickening green tapestry." At this, Santunspeakable reached into his sack of sorrow and pulled from it a pair of cool shades. He tossed them high up, Wheatley finding himself staring as they spun and flipped through the air. With impossible accuracy they fell neatly onto the bridge of his nose. At once, scenes of sorrow and regret began to race past his eyes. Screaming in anguish, the young cyborg found himself falling to his knees, unable to remove the dreaded dark glasses from his nose. "See and know regret, that greed may never take root in you. Ho ho ho!"
Edited by The Unspeakable, Dec 11 2011, 07:52 AM.
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| ThtGyNmdFsh | Dec 7 2011, 02:47 PM Post #5 |
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"Mmmm.." Nathan looked hesitantly down into the crater, while a few had arrived before he, there was still a creeping anxiety that froze him momentarily on the edge. While snow fell and collected all around Nathan, it seemed to end in a dramatically abrupt fashion above the crater; and judging from the red-orange glow of the ground of said crater, it was fairly obvious the amount of heat bellowing from it. And then there was the figure sitting upon the throne in the center: a dark, twisted representation of the stereotypical Santamas gift-giving spirit. Nathan had felt the malice of this place long before he had actually arrived. After hearing stories of the event the previous year, he had made a point to attend this year so he could participate in the celebration. Though, this was nothing like what he had heard about in those stories, nor what he could have even imagined himself. There was no happiness in the air, the feeling of celebration he had expected was instead that of suffering. Though as he stood and argued with himself about whether he would actually follow through, many a people had descended into the crater and were beginning to gather. "If they can gather in a place like this.." Nathan said to himself reassuringly as he stepped down into the crater and began his descent. The blanket of snow that was covering him seemed to almost instantly melt into water, and then evaporate into hot steam. He quickly realized that he wouldn't be needing his cloak, and removed it before continuing into the crater. The ground was hot, and he could feel it through his boots, but it wasn't unbearable. He quickly made his way to the small cluster of a crowd and the figure in the center caught his attention. In classic Santamas fashion, every once in a while someone would hop up onto his lap and make a request. However, those who didn't immediately jump to his lap had first become apologetic and beg for forgiveness. Nathan felt no such regret or remorse in his heart, and no matter how terrible the atmosphere of this place was, he felt no fear of the man on the throne, nor a need to apologize for anything. And as such, Nathan walked up to him and waited for his turn to hop up on his lap. And soon, it was Nathan's turn to make a request. "Umm.. Hello there." Nathan said in a timid voice as he hoisted himself on to the man's lap. "I've always loved Santamas, but I was never able to actually.. celebrate it when I was growing up.." Nathan continued, twiddling his thumbs and avoiding eye contact with the admittedly intimidating being. "Umm.. I'll make this quick.. If I could have a gift for Santamas, I'd really like a new bell." Nathan said as his hands scrambled to the leather bandolier across his chest, and he lifted Sanarii from it's pouch, presenting it to the man as an example. "I'd like a bell like no other to have by my side, in life and in battle, one the likes I nor anybody has seen! I-If.. that's okay at least.." Nathan wasn't sure what would happen, nor what the man thought of his request, but he was becoming increasingly nervous and wanted to get it over with. He sighed, and carefully placed Sanarii back into it's pouch before hopping off of the man's lap so another person would have a chance to either beg for atonement or request a gift. "Oranges and lemons, say the bells of St. Clemens," responded Santunspeakable, reaching into his bloated bag of bereavament. "You owe me five farthings, say the bells of St. Martins." The soot-coated hand soon pulled back out, holding a brown leather strap with four bells on it, each no larger than an inch diameter. "Here comes a present in you thought that you need," boomed the tyrant, thrusting the bells down at Nathan so hard he knocked the man unconscious. Just as his eyes were closing, he could hear the demon's final words follow him into oblivion. "Here comes Santunspeakable to punish your greed!"
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| ♦ Axel | Dec 7 2011, 10:36 PM Post #6 |
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Lokan walked around the crater examining it with interest. Now how on earth did this get here and why in the world were people lining up to sit on someone’s lap. Lokan sighed. People these days would do anything that promised anything in return. He thought about just turning around and heading back to his little adventure or complete some more dangerous experiments, both sounded good. However he had heard of amazing gifts being given before, especially last year. He had never celebrated Santamas before. His family had never been into that stuff and personally giving wasn’t his sort of thing. He didn’t mind receiving though, it was always nice to receive a nice present. It mostly made his day. The thought of receiving something that made him happy or anything that would help him in anyway seemed nice. So Lokan carefully made his way down the crater to where the promised gifts were. As he waited for people to ask for their gifts, he constantly heard people grovelling for mercy and for the right to get more gifts. It was actually pathetic to hear so many people asking to be ‘forgiven of all their sins’. Lokan wasn’t the type to ask for forgiveness. It made him look both weak and useless, that was something he was not. He prided himself in being someone that had never, ever apologised to anyone. Sure it made him look like an absolute dick, but it also meant his pride had never been wounded. As Lokan progressed up the line, with his patience growing thinner every time somebody decided that they would ask for every little thing they wanted. How old were these people? Ten? Well one of them was actually ten but he was the one who just stated that he ‘wanted some awesome toy’ and that was it. If everyone was like him this line would progress a lot quicker than it did. But no. Right now he was listening to someone who wanted all his bills to be paid, and to win the lottery, and to get the new Den Den Mushi model, and a whole host of other things. When it finally came round to Lokan’s turn he was slightly agitated that he had wasted four hours of his life waiting. He however tried to calm himself before he went up to Santunspeakable and sat on his lap. He thought about his wording here, the man didn’t look like the kindest person he had ever met. “Hello there Mr Santunspeakable. My name is Lokan T. King and I’m not the best person in the world. However I do understand that there are gifts here. So all that I ask of you Mr Santunspeakable is something that will make me better than I already am. I do not care if this is in the field of combat or science. I just want something amazing this year. Is that too much to ask?” "I smell it," boomed the giver of baleful boons, "oozing from every pore in your body. It's pungent stench clings to you like a thousand thousand gym lockers. You are one with greed, oh yes. Better to get than to give, was it?" "You want something amazing, boy? Did you not hear my words?" Santunspeakable reached down and wrapped a terror-tainted mitt around Lokan's throat, lifting him from the ground. "As a man of science, surely you can appreciate the gravity of a backfired experiment." Drawing back his mighty arm, the red reaper hurled Lokan seawards. The wind tore past him in frigid blades, cutting his face as he sailed screaming out to sea. Soon, the pressure of his flight and the force of his fear had driven him to the cold embrace of a tormented coma. Behind him, the furnace-like belly of Santunspeakable jiggled with malicious mirth. "Ho ho ho!"
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| Clarity | Dec 8 2011, 02:05 AM Post #7 |
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OOC The spirit of the yuletide had evolved over the years; a time once spent between families who cherished their time together and were happy for any gift they received had become far more cynical. Children felt they were entitled to their gifts and those who did only maintained a "nice" demeanor around the season and the facade was quickly dropped once a gift was received. Though the celebration was spread throughout the blues there were several families that would not partake in the yultide festivities. Whether it be due to a conflict of interest, a general disbelief in the Santamas myths, or the fear of filling their child's head with even more fanciful nonsense Gou's parents did not engross the yuletide spirit into his lifestyle and because of it Gou was indifferent toward his lack of Santamas gifts over the years. During a season filled with so much joy and the merriment he was content knowing that others were happy even if he was forever Santa’s forgotten child. Heat that seemed to burn his very soul was the first thing that Gou noticed when he awoke that horrid Santamas eve. Where he was was questionable, but the same could be said for where he had been the night before. Gou rarely kept track of the coming and goings of his journey he was only aware that he went places and met people. Though the heat was the most noticeable trait of the crater, it was not the heat that woke the boy, but the Ho Ho Hoing within. The speech never applied to him and the malice that echoed throughout the dome went out of the blundering lads ears just as quickly as they had entered. The jovial spirit was not lost to him, and the greed that plagued the world seemed to have always been there in his eyes. It was the age of pirates and a world in which notoriety and riches held precedence over love for ones fellow man, he could see no fault in the people, only in the enraged santa for expecting anything more from a time where self gain was what motivated an entire generation. Gou was not the brightest candle in the shop, but he was sure that he could pass on his ideals to the santagiest, and hopefully save the rest of the Blues from the scolding of the aberrant abomination that had declared itself the Santamas spirit. “Santa!” he shouted betwixt cupped hands as he descended into the abyss. His feet burned with the intensity of a newly sparked ember, his sandals were melting and he could feel his skin slowly dripping as well. Gou felt he could not stand walking, he lacked the endurance to carry himself to the center of the whole, but that did not mean he lacked the ingenuity to get there. He opened his mouth and took in a deep gulp of air only to have his eyes water and his lungs burn and rasp as if he had just ingested a coal. Gou dropped to the floor coughing, his knees were singed and his legs had gone entirely red from the burning. Gou sprung up in pain and rushed down toward the center of the crater while screaming "Santa!!" all the way. He reached the bottom of the smoldering bile of ash and shattered dreams within minutes; it was at that time that he noticed just how dark the grey skies were, and just how scary the new Santa had become. The mans appearance was that of a malignant spirit and an intense parallel to his jollier counterpart. The man's beard was what drew Gou's attention the most, it seemed to wail with a charol he had never heard before. "Santa, what are you doing?" Gou asked frightened at what the man had become. It was in that instance that Gou had forgotten about the speech he intended to give, he had forgotten to remind Santa that his standards could not be held so high, he forgot that ultimately the spirit would forever remain one of giving (even if it was to oneself), he had forgotten everything worth noting, but he remembered how to run. His legs quivered like jelly as he took in the man's ghostly visage, he marveled at the ferociousness that the man's eyes burned with, the hate that seemed to eminate from his garbs. He was a spectre, a spectre filled with a rage that seemed unquenchable. Gou stepped back with his eyes trained on the man like a sniper, "Please Santa... forgive everyone. Give them something nice." it was all he could manage to push out before he rushed away from the man and back into the heat of the crater. He was unsure if his babbling was even recognized by the poltergiest, but he knew he had tried and that was enough for him. "I will forgive them when they have paid the price of their crimes, boy," answered the menacing merrymaker. "Theirs is a sin too heavy to be lifted by one single, selfless spirit of goodwill." "That is to say, however, that yours is a clean slate. I will grant you amnesty for your audacity in challenging my right to retribution." Reaching down, Santunspeakable plucked up the scorched youth. With another miserable mitt, he seized up a box. Without warning, the holiday horror stuffed the young man into it, his burning eyes peeking down into the cramped crate, his dreadful teeth smiling through the beard of souls at it's occupant. "If you would give them something, then you may be their gift! Ho ho ho!" With that last dreadful command, the box in which Gou was stuffed was closed off. Soon the horror took him, and the world of ruined cheer and dreams faded from his mind.
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| SvenFold | Dec 8 2011, 09:13 AM Post #8 |
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"Ugh.." The blonde looked around, surprised, taking in the out-place-scenery that was to be the stage of where Santunspeakable gave out gifts. What was this? He couldn't help but wonder just what was going on. His travels had caused him to come to this place, on a whim, as a means to experience something he failed to do as a child; talk to Santun. Despite himself--his age, job, and etcetera--he was a huge believer of the Satun. He had heard that the man had given away gifts, and he was really interested in seeing whether or not it was all real; he had to doubt the credibility of someone who could deliver gifts all over the world in one night, to be honest. Looking around, however, he began to decide that he was in the wrong place. Not surprising, he thought, considering how lost he was, when he was making his way to the appointed place. Really, it was an easy mistake to make. He took another look around, narrowing his eyes as he caught sight of some...crater nearby. The blonde paused, focusing his eyes on the crater, catching sight of a creepy-looking throne not too far away. And seated atop it? Some creepy being, who was, surprisingly, even more creepy than the throne itself. Though the man exuded a huge level of gloom and doom, the blonde couldn't help but recognize vague resemblance to the yuletide lord known as Satunspeakable. The blonde scratched the back of his head with his left hand, staring at the man closely, unsure of just how he would go about acting. Was he to go talk to him, or leave while he had the chance? God knows that he did not need to get himself in a battle with some crazed fake santa. But, deep down, he honestly didn't want to run into a man that essentially proved that everything he thought he knew about him was wrong. He needed to stop drinking so much eggnog during the Christmas season. The blonde walked forward, slowly, yawning as he adjusted his black backpack on his right shoulder. The blonde soon found himself standing himself in front of the man--his walk, even slow, as fast as a normal person's run--and looked at him closely. Taking a deep breath, the blonde shrugged his shoulders, taking a casually seat on the man's lap, before jumping; the man's lap was hot. The fact that the blonde could feel it--and acknowledge it as being very hot--meant that the man mind as well should have been on fire. With gasoline. "Yo. Santun. Hey, guy. What's up with the costume change? Well, whatever. What I want for Santamas is...I dunno. Surprise me. I'm not really the type who wants a lot." "Why do all of you keep talking as if you expected anything else? Are you too daft to be bothered reading your own goddamn canon Christmas-story equivalent lore? Your holiday patron is Sant A. Nicolai, the prancing, loveable trickster equivalent of Santa Claus, whoever the hell that is. Your soft-minded expectations of me are ludicrous." Reaching into his bag, Santunspeakable pulled out a mirror and tossed it at Keiss' head. It knocked him out cold and broke in the process, though none of it's shards fell from the frame. "I am Santunspeakable! I have always been a seething soul of ceaseless hostility! Merry Santamas, you dope!"
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| Kaji.Dragon.Jones | Dec 8 2011, 09:01 PM Post #9 |
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Big Time Rookie
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It was his first real Santamas celebration. He’d attempted a celebration last year, but it was more of a trial and error run. There was a similar winter celebration on his hometown on Dorogan Island, but Santamas had quite a few new traditions and customs to get used to. This year, Kaji could go all out, decorate his ship, and maybe even get gifts for everyone. And to kick it off, he was going to see the legendary Santa! It was one of the most exciting holiday seasons Kaji had the pleasure of experiencing, as well as only the second since he had become a pirate. Kaji had heard stories about the wonderful island full of holiday magic, toys, treats, and enough sentiment to gag on. The stories said that some were invited, but some managed to find their way there through more subtle means. Some legends told of a magical star to the North that would lead to the island, but when Kaji saw the bright, though unusually reddish looking star to the South, he somehow knew he needed to follow it. With his crew busy decorating and not willing to sail into the abnormally dark looking direction the star lead, Kaji had taken his ship the Igneel as far as his crew felt comfortable and rowed the rest of the way in a small boat. The ship was in viewing distance of the shore, so he could always signal for help should something terrible happen and he became stuck on the island. But what were the chances of something like that happening? It’s Santamas! In his one man rowboat, Kaji pushed against the waves that beseeched him to turn back, innocently humming a festive tune. Upon reaching the frosty shore, Kaji noticed the strange feeling of heat waves cutting through the cold air. “Hmmm… I think I smell… Phosphorus? And burning coal…” Perhaps it was a scent coming from the forges of Santa’s elves, but why it carried so far and with such intensity he couldn’t fathom. The island seemed devoid of anything even close to “cheer” if any kind. The island seemed to be an icy cold wasteland, with no signs of life, human or otherwise. Kaji stepped forward, his breath making little clouds in front of him as his shoes made a crunching sound as he made his way through the snow. There were trees, but they seemed to be dead husks with evergreen needles hanging from them, given their color by some unearthly force. “Damn it’s cold, I was expecting to see some sort of building to get inside of or at least a hot chocolate stand. Maybe I should try making a torch…” But Kaji’s desire for warmth would soon be granted tenfold, as he continued on he could see before him a horrible sight. There was no factory full of elves, no Santamas treats or goodies, it was a black, horrible crater full of nothing but despair and misery. But wait, there was something, someone residing at the very center of the crater. Could it be… “S-Santa?” Kaji whispered to himself as he continued walking forward. The ground was hot, but Kaji endured it, seeking to know what had happened there. The heat of the ground seemed to carry with it the pain and agony of regret. All the sorrow and pain that accompanied those who greatly wished to undo what they had done, and bring back what they had lost. Kaji knew not what had happened here, what had happened to Santamas, much less to Santa, but he knew that it was the fault of mankind, and this was their penance. Now close enough to witness his dark and all consuming form, Kaji was taken aback with shock. Never before had he seen such pure malice, spite, hatred, wrath, and vile disgust contained within one form and aimed in one direction. Through those cold, merciless eyes… Gathering his courage and composing himself as best he could, Kaji looked up at Santunspeakable with sad, apologetic eyes. “Hello. I’m Kaji… Kaji Jones. They call me Kaji “Dragon” Jones, but I’m sure you know that. Somehow I can tell you know more then I can imagine… I don’t know what happened here, to Santamas, to you, and I don’t know why, but I can feel your disapproval in my soul. Whatever we, as mankind have done to make you lose faith in us… I’m sorry. Perhaps I am guilty of the crime that has caused this as well…” Clenching his fists, he swallowed and held back the fear that was threatening to choke him. “I’m going to be Pirate king, and if I make it to that title, I’ll have the power to change the world! If there’s anyone who could reside in this world and keep the hearts of boys and girls everywhere pure and ready for your return, it would be the King of the Pirates, the one who has attained everything this world has to offer.” There was only one thing left to do. He allowed himself to be drawn in and stepped forward, taking a seat on Santunspeakable’s lap. “What I want isn’t money or treasure, or shiny objects or even food. I just want to become stronger so that I can protect those close to me, and follow my dream all the way to the end of the sea and back. Whatever you decide to give to me, if anything at all, I only ask that you watch over me so that I can become stronger!” And with that, Kaji left himself at the mercy of the red suited man who sat among the ruins of what once was. "You want to be stronger?" asked the bellowing behemoth of blissful bane, leaning forward in his throne. "Then show me that you can truly overcome your greed." Reaching into his hellish haversack, Santunspeakable drew from it a withered and twisted paw. Hurling it at Kaji, the gift did what it always does and knocked him the fuck out. "Merry Santamas, young pirate. And remember...be careful what you AXE for! Ho ho ho!"
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| OnishiGhetto | Dec 8 2011, 10:38 PM Post #10 |
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And We're Back
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"Didn't we have it all last year?" A single emerald haired individual stood before alone speaking to a tiny lion trapped inside of a turtle shell, and a single raccoon looking creature. Each of the pets looked to their master mildly confused as to what he was asking while he stood looking into the crater. Neither seemed to fully understand exactly what Ex was asking of them all of a sudden, yet it did very little to stop the young man from speaking. "The flames are green? That sounds a bit too close to home..." Ex spoke as he bent down rubbing the chin of his water rat. The polecat was a gift he'd gained some years ago whom had stood beside him through thick and thin. Remembering what had happened last Santamas, Ex recalled that his pet Lion turtle was the gift his father had given to him then. It had only been one full Santamas since he'd screwed up everything with his father and lost everything he'd had. Hell, it was by the skin of his teeth that Ex had managed to even make it to this Santamas. Yet the more he thought about it, the more painful it became to reflect on exactly what he would ask for. The festive nature of Santamas people seemed to hop onto the lap of their idol of the season. Each of them asking questions that had plagued them, and begging for forgiveness for their past actions. Some begged for emotional purity, other's for physical prosperity. Yet for some reason Ex couldn't decide what he should ask for. Looking to each of his pets the young man could only use these two has his silent confidants. "What does a man who had everything ask for?" The youth asked as he reached down picking up the shelled lion and allowing the polecat to run along his shoulder. Ex began his decent into the hellish nightmare that seemed to be the 'spirit of santamas'. Do I ask for power? He began to think as he walked calmly towards the throne. The idea of power was something Ex had dreamt of for so long that the very idea of it made him feel warm and fuzzy. Last year he was on his way to becoming one of the legendary military powers of the sea. A title he'd lost due to his sheer cockiness and arrogance. So why not ask for power? The only remnants of his wish last year was the tiny little shelled lion he'd been holding onto since having hit the bottom of the crater. When he'd made the request for power, all he'd been given in return was this pet. A year ago Ex had the power that made lesser beings look onto his name paved in Golden-Yellow brilliance, he was perhaps one of the most powerful individuals in the entire world, and he was unmatched. Now what all did he have left from such a time? A water rat, and a cat in a turtle shell. Unleashing a heavy yawn while wrapped in the arms of his owner, the tiny cat began to rub his thick shell against Ex. In that moment Ex realized that he never needed power. Last year he'd wish for things that wouldn't matter at the end of the day. Power, esteem, and title were what he'd wanted last Santamas but the question still remained. Why? This tiny little cat needed a home last year. The power he'd wished for would always be there once Ex understood how to obtain it. So the question of this year was 'Do I really need it?'. It was a simple question that was answered for Ex as he felt the warmth of his gift still snug in his arms. Having made his way to the bottom of the crater and laying each of his pets down, there was still the question as to what Ex could ask for. "Forgiveness?" The nobleman said aloud wondering if the idea of forgiveness was something within his grasp. Over the course of his time Ex had done serious damage to men and women who weren't quite deserving of it. Dissecting them and tearing apart everything that they believed in, simply because he lacked the communication to tell them how he felt. A year ago things were better. The people Ex had surrounded himself with were capable of doing more. Each of them was vastly superior to the world he was in now. Even the remnants of the season were mostly reduced to rubble and hellfire, compared to last year. Unfortunately, the idea of forgiveness was also lost in the season. For all the wrong he'd done in his past, expecting the people he'd hurt to forgive him was an idea that Ex couldn't ask of Santaspeakable. How could he? If each of his actions were so simple to fix, then the crater where Ex now stood wouldn't be there. Each of the people whom Ex had met and lost over the time between the two Santamas's would still be there. And perhaps there would be a chance that everything would be good like it was. Unfortunately despite his power, even Santaunspeakable didn't have the ability to forgive and to forget about Ex's past. Even if he did, it wouldn't give him back the people whom he'd lost over the time. There was quite a bit of gluttonous lust in Ex's past, and even the spirit of Santamas couldn't make everyone forgive Ex of what he'd done. What was there left for the young man to ask for? The gift's he'd needed was given to him, and Ex was grateful. The forgiveness he'd wish for would have had to been earned as time progressed. The power he'd loss wasn't worth much in the grand scheme of things. As far as Ex was concerned for the man who had everything, nothing else truly mattered. Marking a line in the ground for each of his pets not to follow, Ex took several steps towards the behemoth who was Santaunspeakble. Attempting to avoid any form of eye contact, Ex began to speak. "This place looks different... perhaps the new trees and stuff aren't really making it lively." His comments on the greenery, or lack of, was all Ex could think of to avoid the elephant in the room when it came to Santamas as a whole. "Looks like all the trees from a year ago are dead except like... one or two huh?" Finally looking to Santaunspeakable, the young noble's eyes met with those that he'd dreaded. There was a sharp stab in the back of Ex's neck, and a feeling of emptiness. Standing before this man, anything could have been possible. Anything he could dream of... --- It was a warm soft night on the island of Greensland. The Serra household was celebrating in it's ritualistic fashion. Grand-papa was dressed up in his finest orinments while the rest of the family surrounded his trunk. The noises in the room were filled with life and a rythmic joy that could only be found in one's dreams. Ex Serra Jr. stood alongside his wife. Marveling at their child who seemed slightly less empty. The armor clad father looked to his son with admiration as if he'd finally won the approval he'd wished for. Beside him stood Ex's mother who was firmly hugged up beside his wife. The two seemed happy for once, an image that Ex himself had thought long since lost. In a passing embrace the two of them point towards Ex himself who could only stand to his feet with pride. Quickly grabbing ahold of his arm was a love that Ex had thought lost. Her eyes a vivid sapphire as they shown for Ex and Ex only. The beautiful plantlife that had been embedded into her hair was just perfect. Every leaf, petal, and bulb was exactly as it should have been. As Ex stood he was quickly caught into the embrace of his father and mother. An embrace that was now reinforced by that of a lover whom trusted and cared for him. In the background a tiny little polecat looked on while resting on the shell of a baby lion fixed with a nice new coat. In this moment, Ex had everything he'd wanted... --- Yet something felt empty. With just a single request, Ex could possibly get back everything he'd lost. He could right that which had been wronged to him, and everything would be his. For just a question more, the emerald child of the Serra family could regain and rewrite all the wrongs that had befallen him. Unfortunately, Ex knew all to well what the glare of Santaunspeakable meant. Despite all the failures which had befallen this world since Ex's wrong doings, and for everything that he wanted to get right. It would have been unfair for Ex simply to try and take the cowards way out. Looking back into the abyss of Santaunspeakable's eyes, the nobleman knew exactly what he was here to do. Gently placing a single seed into the barren ground, a small chair sprung up. Made of a thick vine capable of supporting his weight, Ex Serra the third took his seat. "If I wished for all the failures of the past year to go away. Would I truly be forgiven?" The large figure who embodied Santamas itself said nothing. "If I said I was sorry to you for what I did, could it be considered sciencre?" Again, Santaunspeakable said nothing. " But what about all the fake people who don't really care about Santamas? If I wished that they each were forced to pay for their actions, couldn't my errors be overlooked?" The figure in the chair said nothing as Ex attempted to shuffle through questions to determine exactly how he should word what was on his mind. "No. I didn't think so either." Ex replied to himself finally. "For what it's worth. I'm sorry I let things get this bad..." Ex looked around attempting to survey the entire area. "Something tells me I could have fixed this place. Just... I somewhat pissed it all away." Santaunspeakable never took his eyes off Ex, nor did he ever move an inch. It was almost as if everyone and everything was frozen in time. Hell, there was a chance that he wasn't even paying any attention towards anything that Ex had said. "I guess I must also apologize for my actions last year... The truth is, I wanted it all. Every gift that wasn't nailed down felt like it belonged to me. All the power..." Ex stopped for a moment as his eyes met those of Santaunspeakble for one sincencre moment. "But... I don't want to be forgiven for my Greed." Ex suddenly changed his tone towards Santaunspeakble. "I think I'm in a good place right now with me and my avarice. I mean sure, the other day I was given an orange ring and some snake kept telling me to steal stuff... but I think that's normal." Ex gave off a softhearted chuckle before finishing. "In exchange for being forgiven. I want you to forgive everyone else." "People aren't perfect. This place is a testament to that... But if you have to take out mistakes of a few on everyone, wouldn't it simply make more sense to punish one guy like me?" For a moment Ex's eyes sank. He had a chance to ask this man for whatever it is that he wanted. Had he thrown it away on trying to fix something that wasn't even his problem? All Ex had to do was look at what had become of this place. A wasteland without hope, led by a guy who was so far out of it he'd lost his Santamas spirit in exchange for being some vindictive tyrant looking for anything to help. If all it took was Ex taking on the errors of everyone and accepting himself, in exchange for giving this entire crater another chance at life... was there ever really a choice at all? Looking towards his pets with a soft grin and then looking back towards Santaunspeakble the young man finished his statement. "Oh yeah. And for what it's worth. I truly am sorry for what I've done. It was in that second that everything became clear. Even if Santaunspeakble would never forgive Ex of all his past sins against the world. Even if he was taking on the sins of idiots and failures who would never live up to their true potential for whatever reason they chose. Ex Serra the third of Greensland knew he'd made the right decision. And no matter what happened from this point on, he wouldn't look back at his choice with any regrets. So long as someone, somewhere, out in the vast Blues did the right thing. "This is not repentance!" roared the red reaper, rising from his resting place. "Standing before me, begging that I forgive another if only I condemn you? Your fate would not change either way; yours are sins too numerous to wish away! Your offered exchange is as blatantly vain as it attempts to be noble!" Each word rushed from the outraged overlord of Santamas in a blast of heat like the breath of a volcano. The tormented tendrils of his beard wailed their unending carol of suffering even louder, a chorus to his accusations. Raising a hand and leveling an accusing finger at Ex's form, the young man felt himself forced to his knees, which smouldered painfully against the half-molten ground. "You will suffer, yes. It will be for your crimes, though, and not those of others. Mine is a wrath most righteously rewarded those who would rather riches than repentance. Do not believe yourself so important that you could change this." Bending forward and reaching down, Santunspeakable's gruesome gloved grip approached Ex. His head flew back, face skyward, and a black mass of smoke oozed from his mouth. A pain took the man like his very soul being ripped from his being. The tyrant of the tree snatched the smoke away, crushing it in his clau, causing his victim to fall unconscious. "Remember your trespasses, that you may not repeat them," instructed Santunspeakable, his voice now calm. Opening his hand, he dropped a pitch-black locket atop Ex's fallen form. With no further adieu, he sat back upon his twisted throne and awaited his next victim.
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| Darkhunter | Dec 9 2011, 12:07 PM Post #11 |
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Anti-Pika Specialist
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Leander Hastings was a busy man, he didn't really have time to be sitting on old fat men's laps. However he did enjoy the festivity of the holidays and perhaps thing would go better this year, he certainly needed help as world domination was no easy task. Perhaps Santunspeakable could come up with the key he needed. There were so many things he could think of that he could use. Another crew member would have been appreciated as their navigator had been in a coma for quite some time to the point that he now debated just leaving her not the next island as she was nothing but dead weight and a burden. Unique weapons and other things were cool as well, same went for if he would have gotten perhaps a special poison or medicine. Just anything really to give a small edge would be greatly appreciated. But above all else he desired power, that was what gave birth to the notion that he could rule the world. Hoping up on the large man's lap he grimaced. A grown man dressed in a suit sitting on another grown man's lap who was dressed in brilliant colors seemed about the oddest thing he had ever heard of. He imagined it must have been as awkward though for the others. If they could get through this he certainly could as well. "So Santunspeakable I was good last year, not really greedy, I know thats a big thing for you. I'm not really sure what I want this year though. There is just so much which could potentially be amazing, probably stuff I haven't even thought of. So I was hoping you could surprise me this year. In exchange I offer milk, cookies, and all the alcohol you can drink." Patting Santunspeakable on the back he got up off of the man and walked away waving goodbye "You can leave it at the front door of my ship cabin. Breaking in through the chimney is kinda creepy to me." "You patronizing mongrel!" shouted the solemn spectre of the solstice. "Milk? Cookies? BOOZE!? You show no remorse, nor the slightest understanding of the spirit in which I come to you!" Blazing red with flickering, festive motes of fetid green, a wall of fire rose from all sides, closing Leander in. His logia powers would not avail him; soon, the crushing heat choked off his air, scorched hair and flesh. The revolutionary pirate found himself collapsing to the searing turf below, trapped in an inferno beyond his imagining. "Believe yourself lucky that I reap not your avaricious soul! Even Geo's character was more repentant than you. For goodness sake...!" Calming down, his charge having passed out in the roaring blaze of retribution, Santunspeakable dismissed the wall of fire. Reaching into his sack of sorrow, the grim holiday ghast withdrew and tossed atop the smouldering form of Leander a small parcel wrapped in ash and scrap metal. "May you find your way this time. You will not receive my mercy on our next meeting if you do not, ho ho ho!"
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| SqwhirlGod | Dec 10 2011, 07:57 PM Post #12 |
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Where the fuck was Felix? He wasn't even all to sure where the heck he was going anymore, but he knew he was looking for one thing, and that was his devil fruit. He was way to far in the middle of nowhere to find an insect of any kind, let alone a fruit of that nature in such a frigid wasteland. He kept his eyes focused on his path ahead, it was against his nature to break his composure over something so slight. He was on a journey it'd be disappointing if he managed to find it so quickly, he didn't get to bust enough ass yet to even call this a field trip. Entrancing himself in the visions of battles he had yet to enter and victories he had yet to taste. The wonderful feeling put a rather large smile onto his face as he approached slowly a seemingly large and deep crater in the earth. Stopping with one of his feet already on, well, nothing he nearly toppled into the hole when he felt a presence that felt darker and more frightening than anyone or thing he had ever run into before. Every inch of the crater was overflowing with a dark and and depressing feeling of death, pain and suffering. From the depth of his soul he could feel the man's aura and gaze to be pulling out a very well buried sense of apology. He felt as if he had to repent for simply existing standing before this menace. Everything in him wanted him to turn and walk away, getting about half way into a pivot when he felt his soul die a bit from even considering turning away. Clenching his fist he turned back and faced down the hole with a seemingly brave and courageous stretch of warrior pride, he'd never let an enemy scar his back. Taking a step and a slide he found himself sliding down the hill past a series of broken and shattered dreams. Well gifts and decorations, as if the holidays decided to fight over this particular patch of land and Christmas had won. Sliding down and reaching the front of the dark, dark creature Felix stared directly at the man his fears turning to nothing, knowing if he fought now he would surely die where he stood. "I am Felix Essiam. Hailing from the Essiam tribe of Torino Kingdom. I am a warrior and would like to...to....Santa?" Felix questioned, remembering the stories of the red and white clad winter warrior that was passed through the tribe around the end of the year, near the beginning of the next. It was the time of the year when they passed weapons, armor and clothing amongst each other in good spirit. How could the mascot of good will be such a malevolent and intimidating figure? "What happened to you?" Thinking back to the numerous tales of this santa character, he remembered he would allow a single gift to be bestowed upon whomever he deemed worthy of it so...why not ask and find out. "If it's not too much trouble...i would like the power to be known as the one man swarm!" "What madness grips you?" asked the giver of grief. "You come to me and ask me what ails me, so ill yourself with sin? Absurd!" Reaching into his bag of baleful boons, Santunspeakable fished out for Felix a handful of disgusting, filthy rags. He flung them angrily at the young man, covering his face in their putrid embrace. Almost at once the stench of rot and ruin overwhelmed him, sending him to the ground in a wretching state of mindless, sickened incapacitation. "All the same, I will grant your wish," growled the grim gifter. "May all know of you and your swarm...ho ho ho!"
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Felix Essiam • Navigator • Martial Artist• None • Bounty: 0 • SD Earned: 95 • Beli: 18,073,457 • Location: South Blue Strength: 40:-----Stamina: 30;-----Speed: 55 ;-----Accuracy: 30;-----Fortune: 35 Firo Kane • Marksman • Martial Artist • Inventor • Carpenter • Black Dread Pirates • Bounty: 42,250,000• SD Earned: 202 • Beli: 14,750,000 • Location: Sky Islands, Grand Line Strength: 45:-----Stamina: 46;-----Speed: 75 ;-----Accuracy: 50;-----Fortune: 54 Martin 'Bloodhound' Martello • Inventor • Martial Artist • Threat: 5 • SD Earned: 58 • Beli: 9,050,000 • Location: Osula, North Blue Strength:56:-----Stamina: 20;-----Speed: 10 ;-----Accuracy: 20;-----Fortune:22 Terra 'Rojo' Katsua • Smith • Weapon Specialist • Bounty: N/A • SD Earned: 20 • Beli: 5,160,000 • Location: Other Island, Grand Line Strength:16:-----Stamina: 12;-----Speed: 14;-----Accuracy: 10;-----Fortune:13 Nathara Remora • Assassin • Weapon Specialist • Threat: 1 • SD Earned: 8 • Beli: 8,200,000 • Location: Wild Wild West, West Blue Strength:10:-----Stamina: 10;-----Speed: 10;-----Accuracy: 19 ;-----Fortune:10 | |
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| K1ngIsBack | Dec 10 2011, 11:46 PM Post #13 |
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ooc Gleeford relaxed as he rode wiggles across the rocky ground. He was on his way to meet with some supernatural being who could traverse the world in a single night and mass produce oddities to give as gifts. This Santun really was an interesting fellow. Perhaps he would allow Gleeford to dissect him and see how it all works. One could only dream. As Wiggles went over the edge of the crater and proceeded down the slope, Gleeford sat up and noticed something he hadn't expected. The holly jolly Santun he had heard of since he was a child wasn't so... "holly" "jolly". He had a nightmarish visage as if he was a spawn of the devil himself. It really was quite frightening. As a man of science, Gleeford had to persevere, how else was he supposed to receive a wonderful treasure? As the approached the crimson giant with a gaze of pure hatred, Gleeford began to lose his nerve. Would this man really give him a gift? They say he can see you anywhere on earth, and that he knows if you've been naughty or nice, and Gleeford wasn't nice for goodness sake. The only person he was nice to was Wiggles, and that was only due to his odd obsession. Deciding that he would ask anyways, Gleeford had Wiggles lift him up onto the mans lap. "Hello Santunspeakable, I have never asked for gifts before, but since I'm already here, there is something I want." Gleeford looked down at his poor wretched friend and sighed. The massive worm, in exchange for the ability to breath in the ocean, had lost the ability to swim. It was a sad story indeed for a worm. "You see, my friend Wiggles here cannot dig. He is a proud and fantastic worm.... who cannot dig. A while ago, I altered him in order to allow him to swim freely through the ocean, but his gills are too sensitive to pass over dirt, so he can no longer burrow. I want nothing for myself, but what I do want is for my friend to enjoy his birth right of digging freely through the ground once again. That is all that I wish for... and world domination." Done with his question, Gleeford slid back onto Wiggles and proceeded to leave the crater. He knew it was a hefty request, but who knows, it could be possible. Their mission complete, the two slithered back to their home where Gleeford lay on Wiggles back and went to bed. Dreams of his new gift fluttered through his mind as he lay their. Hopefully the next morning would prove fruitful to their endeavors. "A truly selfless request," stated Santunspeakable approvingly, nodding as Gleeford wiggled off astride his bizarre mount. "Well, the first half anyway. Ho ho ho!" As the pair wiggled out of the crater, the searing ground caused a subtle and sinister sort of shift in the worm's gills. The hot air burned and curled them, at once damaging and toughening their delicate membranes. Dumb to the change due to overwhelming terror and adrenaline, the creature would not notice until the next time he entered the sea.
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| NightmarexSugiru | Dec 11 2011, 06:17 AM Post #14 |
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OOC The Ika Force's ship, The Espada landed on this desolate, frozen tundra. It landed not on the cratered area, but the small flat land covered in sleet. The burning crater's simmering earth looked like coal to a fire place. Destruction, but why? Why was this crater made, and by whom? Amilia killed the moment by slipping on some ice. Her head easily cracked the bit of thin ice that she unluckily disembarked on. It was a way's walk to that creepy crater, but she was intrigued, way too intrigued to give up so easily. Amilia used all of her tentacle's might to stay balanced, enough to get back to her ship. Her plan was to rummage through The Espada to find a coat or at least. Going through her belongings, she found a brown fur coat and a pair of wooden sandals. She wore her new attire outside, since her usual half-naked body couldn't take the chilling atmosphere this island had presented. She took her time on the ice, walking slowly to take in the...scenery. As she got closer and closer to the crater, she grew even more intrigued. A smile of confidence befit her persona, even against the chilling cold that made her bundle up. Her teeth chattered as the cold, southern winds blew against her trail. She would glance at the thin ice that she tread on, fearing that it'd soon crack under her feet, causing her to fall in. Nevertheless, she continued on her path. The squidly girl's trail was thinning, the crater was finally in her sights. As she walked, under her wooden sandals lied the thin ice that now seemed to crackle. Panicking, she quickly began to run, which actually made it even worse. The layer was past its breaking point, and began to shatter mili-seconds after her feet left its cold and fragile surface. In its crepitate state, she wouldn't last long until she inevitably would fall in, turning her into a squid popsicle. There were few options to be flexibile with at this point, either keep running or stay underwater and risk freezing to death. She didn't know how which was worse, hell, Amilia didn't even know if she was capable of freezing to death in the chilling waters. She'd soon find out, however. The shattering ice finally caught up to her, causing the squidly girl to lose balance, and fall into the below zero pool of water below. Once submerged, it took her a few moments of panicking and thrashing about to realize that she didn't feel any different in these waters than any other. She used her siphon to happily jet through the arctic world below the island's surface. Soon enough, the waters began to get mildly warm, with a few hot spots along the way. She must've reached the crater, as her watery path ended with a wall of earth. She swam to the surface to again breath in the island's cold air. Everything around the crater was warm or hot, including the earth. Her wet body felt as though a blanket of warmth had hugged her body as she walked down to the crater's center. It was strange...the closer she had gotten to the throne looking hew, the more fearful she got. It had gotten so bad that she couldn't walk anymore due to her trembling. Her knees buckled, and all she could think about was regret. It was like the atmosphere around her were cloaked with the past, present, and future despair of children who hadn't attained any sort of gift during the holidays. It brought back lonely memories of her own past. It was so painful...the need of attention. Amilia had thought she had gotten over it, but here it stood, the hunger, the greed. It was too much, she didn't want anything to do with that throne. Yet...before she knew it, she stood before Santunspeakable. . . . Amilia wanted to run, but she couldn't break herself from her standing point. Absolute fear befell her, he was like a master looking down at his groveling servant. Through the fear and trembling, she had also felt as though he could help her with one of her troubles. She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but something told her that he was there to end her problem. She slowly stepped forward and climbed up to his lap. His stare screamed "I'm judging you, don't screw up or else". She let a few words slip from her tiny mouth as she looked down in shame. Mister, I wish that you would give me the strength to overcome my inner ailments... Gift that keeps on giving "Though you offered no apologies," began Santunspeakable, leaning forward and pinning the girl beneath his gaze, "your request seems earnest. Furthermore, it would be a mercy to the rest of the world that I grant it!" "Shameless girl!" remanded the red ruler of repentance, "your inner weaknesses sicken us all! Have then your failures amended, and go with my cruel blessing!" With his words spoken, the sadistic santamas sovereign reached forward and seized Amilia in both crushing hands. Her muffled scream of pain and horror could not escape their blistering, back-breaking grip; her thrashing won her not an inch's freedom. In moments, the world around her was gone. When she fell from his grasp, the squid girl had her lost her greatest weakness.
Edited by The Unspeakable, Dec 17 2011, 07:05 AM.
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Amilia Suigetsu • Lieutenant Commander /Captain/Chef/Pharmaceutist • Profession: Inventor/Scientist • ~☯Former Ika Force☯~™ • Commendations: 15 • SD Earned: 152 • Beli: 41,750,000 • L: Grand Line Sky Islands, Legends of The Hidden Temple • Str 112 • Spd 10 • Stm 30 • Acc 10 • Ftn 63 Tournament on Karate Island Roxellia Teehee
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| Mega | Dec 11 2011, 03:01 PM Post #15 |
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ooc Where was she, how did she get there? hard to answer questions and even if Zaina could be enlightened as to the answer the mechanical cyborg girl might not want to know. as was the nature of the strange crater she found herself looking down into "santas place sure looks...different, than I had imagined" she mused, where others might have been terrified this girl only felt a tinge of excitement. She wasn't quite sure why but the blonde really wanted to explore what lay before her. Without thinking much, or indeed at all she then leapt out over the crater "Geronimoooooo~" her metal limbs buzzing and whizzing as she ran down the side of the magma tinted hole. Strange visions began to assault her almost immediately, they seemed to be from various points in her life as if searching for something. They soon went away as nothing of note had been found "How weird~" Zaina commented as a wave of hot air hit her face, she had reached the bottom of the crater, or as close as one would get in a circular area filled with the burned remains of jollier times. Taking it all in with fascination rather than dread the cyborg girl continued further toward the epicentre of the whole thing, then he appeared in all his malicious glory. Wait, malicious glory? something was off here but Zaina couldn't quite put her finger on it, after staring at the figure for a few moments it came to her, in the stories you always sat on santas lap and got a gift of some sort. letting out a small squeal of delight she leapt up toward the smouldering incarnation of santamas horror. A slight trail of smoke came up from her rear end upon landing, however she didn't notice much due to the metallic nature of her legs "Love your new style~" she greeted Santunspeakable before continuing "They say you give gifts, if so then could I please get a new collar for Lillie? her old one is starting to get worn" looking up at the soot black figure with shimmering eyes, she had planned on giving her panther friend the collar herself but now that she was here she might as well ask santa for one. She gave Santunspeakable a quick hug before hopping down from his lap, waving goodbye as she turned to leave "Woe unto you," proclaimed the provocateur of penance, pointing from his place on the pillar of past splendor. "Fie and glee unto thee!" Santunspeakable drew from his baneful bag a collar, just as the child had asked. It was a sooty black colour, unadorned save for a tarnished, antique silver clasp. With a casual flick he sent it her way, the strap somehow coming unbuckled as it flew through the air. The length of it slapped across the girl's neck, miraculously buckling itself as it's ends closed on the other side, clasping so tightly that soon she was unconscious. "Be bound as you would bind, blissful blunderer! Ho ho ho!"
Edited by The Unspeakable, Dec 17 2011, 07:12 AM.
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