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| GlasgowSmiley | Dec 11 2011, 04:22 PM Post #16 | ||||||||||||
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♠ Cool Loser ♠
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Santamas was a period of happiness and joy, something which Jack seemed to lack abundantly in the last few weeks. The birkan walked through the snow, dressed for winter. It was cold outside of the crater and started getting warmer as he came closer to it. Jack had his black leather duster coat, all closed up and tied with his scarf covering his neck and mouth. Black leather swashbuckler boots and a pair of matching pants, he was all set to traverse and grovel. He was a sinner, he knew that for sure. The birkan wondered if his sins would truly be forgiven. No matter how much closer he got to it sounded like a painful punishment was more in place rather than forgiveness. Somewhat lost in thought the man walked through the snow to arrive at the fateful place. "So... This is the spot huh..." he thought out loud as he lowered his scarf so he could breathe in some of the atmosphere. Grim was not a fitting word to describe it. Jack didn't really have a word for it. Happiness and joy... If they were completely the opposite of that. Yoj and Ssenippah? Really fitting yes, Jack would assume that. as he took in a step in the crater he could feel the heat through his boots. Walking closer to the centre, he opened up his coat somewhere halfway because he was getting a little too warm. At the centre was a creature that sat on a most fitting throne for it. The fairy tales of Santamas had truly gone twisted this year, then again Jack's Santamas was always twisted. who gives a twelve year old kid a revolver for a present anyway? Perhaps if it was some toy gun to play with but no, a full fledge gun capable of killing a man without a second thought. It had to be the least worst present he got ever compared to his older years... Family events were for family and Jack well... Never really had any. The so-called Brothers in arms that "took him in" weren't family in his eyes. They were crooks, no more no less. And he was one of them. Today was not a pondering of that sin however but another one. One probably more vile and evil in this creatures eyes so when jack arrived at the throne he got on his knees in the smouldering ash below. The centre was truly the hottest point. He flinched a little as the heat really got through now. "Hello, I'm Jack. You don't have to check your list for me. I've been on naughty ever since I was 7 years old. So... Today I came to beg for forgiveness..." Jack said as he took a bow. He sat on his legs, on his knees and bowed down placing his hands in the burning hot ashes with his head nearly touching the ground. "I offer my sincerest apologies for all of my sins... I don't seek redemption, I don't have any justification whatsoever, not a single excuse for you, Santunspeakable... I only want forgiveness now." He continued with his head nearly in the ashes. Jack raised his head after that dusting some ashes off as it was getting kind of too hot for his tastes. "Right now, I have nothing. No friends, no family, not even real wealth or something like that. I don't want the latter, it causes nothing but problems. I guess I only have misery in heart and the clothes on my back. The greed that was the cause of all of this... I do not feel it anymore. So maybe if I get lucky, I can add the forgiveniss to my humble possessions. Hmmp Luck..." Jack said. The last sentence was with a slight sarcastic tone as if luck was funny. "I guess we all need a little luck huh? Well, maybe it's that time of year to feel lucky. Perhaps I'll get an impossibly lucky roll at the last moment... Well... Either way. I apologise deeply, Santunspeakable Sir... I hope you find mercy for a lost soul such as myself..." After that Jack got up. He could feel the burn on his legs and hands but It was probably best that he did that. He tried to keep a straight face through it it though it was clear he used the breaks in his sentences as moments to grit his teeth in pain. For a nearly immortal man, pain was something odd. For Jack... It was daily routine. He took a moment to await his judgement, ready to accept whatever the creature had for him. Hopefully it was not a hot load of coal... Down his throat... Burning him up completely... Hopefully... "Your are right in that this is all your fault!" yelled the yuletide abomination of yore. "And you are sincere enough in your grovelling. I am as pleased as a being that knows no satisfaction so long as one sinner yet draws unworthy breath may be." Reaching down, Santunspeakable lifted Jack's face to level with his own. His eyes burned terrible, painful holes through the man as his own met them, their glowering, smouldering depths filled with a repugnance that knew no bounds. The world around him dissolved and the pirate could feel himself falling, could feel the air around him grow hotter. Still, though, he could see nothing but that unwavering, burning gaze of unquenchable fury. "Yet perhaps, luck may be with you. Roll the dice on a new year and cast your lot with me! Ho ho ho!"
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| Oceonax | Dec 12 2011, 12:32 PM Post #17 | ||||||||||||
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Closet Tsundere
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"Wake up" Whispered a voice. It came from somewhere far away, invading the world Sam was in and stirring her mind. She didn't want to leave where she was, even though she had no idea where that might be. A multitude of colours whirled around in her head and the most wonderful things popped into her brain, ideas for inventions that would never happen and the blueprints for taking apart reality. Sam was in heaven and no-one would pull her away, her barely concious mind unable to comprehend what "away" was in the first place. "Wake up you lazy little..." Then... Blue? Spluttering and coughing, Sam suddenly sat bolt upright as she finally woke up. Unable to take a breath or see anything but blue, Sam frantically clawed at her face until she pulled a large blue lizard off. Cyan tumbled to the floor and immediately got scolded by Sam, who was gasping for breath and looking round at the scene in wonder. Snow fell heavily from a coal black sky for as far as the eye could see, covering the land like a blanket. Despite this, it was actually quite warm and there was a huge area of land nearby that looked like something straight off another planet, the ruined grey ground letting off a faint red glow and the snowflakes evaporating before they even reached the surface. This heat was easily visible as steam rising from the ground and heat haze that blurred the terrain beyond. It was a sight most often found in fiction, but both Sam and Cyan agreed that it was much more real than that. Despite the extremely bad situation she had somehow made her way into Sam wasn't particularly frightened, infact she was quite the opposite. "Woah, this is amazing! The ground is so hot the snow evaporates before hitting it! But do you have any idea how we got here?" Sam asked, still primarily occupied with examining her surroundings. There seemed to be some sort of small structure in the centre of the grey land which could now be made out as a very large crater. Sam could only imagine what it was that made the crater, but the thing in the middle was another story. "Nope. I'm just as puzzled as you are, though not quite as excited. I think-" The lizard was cut off by a sudden statement from Sam. "Let's go check out that thing in the middle of the crater!" Shouted Sam, not even asking for Cyan's opinion on the matter. Sam rushed into the crater but came out as quickly as she went in, her shoes sizzling hot. She quickly buried her feet in some nearby snow before slumping down onto the floor again. "The hot floor's gonna be a problem." Said Cyan, voicing his opinion a little too late. "Way to go captain obvious..." Sighed Sam, annoyed at herself for not realising the danger sooner. Still, better late than never. Theories on what the object in the middle could be whirled in the heads of both Sam and Cyan, the two companions thinking of every possibility. Could it be the remains of a huge bomb, the one that made the incredible crater? Or maybe the reason that the ground was so hot was that the island was a volcano, and so the shape in the middle could be what was left of the last person who went too near? A definite answer would never have come with the little information they possessed, had it not been for the uncovering of another clue to the mystery. Suddenly a fearsome shockwave shook the earth Sam and Cyan were resting on, the ground itself trembling in fear. A terrible noise echoed throughout the desolate land, the sky becoming darker with every second and the water around the island becoming a turmoil. "Ho, ho, ho..." It was a sound that pierced the hearts of Sam and Cyan, a test of courage for the pair. At first the horrific noise completely shattered the will to go on for the two, but then it awakened a long forgotten memory. Back when she was a child, there would be a celebration held every year. On a snowy night, a man clad in red and white would fly through the sky in a chariot, pulled by his horned beasts that sailed through the air. It was said that he delivered gifts to everyone every year, but no-one had ever seen him. The only way they knew of him was the "ho, ho, ho" that could be heard as he zoomed through the skies. This was the annual celebration of Santamas. The memory lit the fires in Sam's heart, giving her the strength to stand up again. Sam picked up the unconscious Cyan and slung him over her back before yet again preparing herself for the trial ahead. She ran at full speed into the crater, heading straight for the object in the middle. If it really was who she thought it was, then Sam knew for sure what she would ask for. However as she got closer to the centre, the thing she saw was not quite what she had imagined. Sat upon a throne made up of the twisted, warped remains of festivity and emanating horror was a creature that was more terrifying than death itself. An aura of despair loomed over him, the souls of those foolish enough to approach him screaming with unmatched despair. His clothes glowed like magma and had the faces of his victims writhing within them, bound forever to the wintery wraith of sorrow. Not long before getting in sight of the demon of dread did Cyan wake up, but he soon fainted yet again from exposure to his malevolent presence. Sam eventually made it to the master of maliciousness, barely able to stay consciouss due to the boundless terror emitted from the beast infront of her. The world grew hazy as she stared into his smouldering eyes, the intense rage the creature showed almost unbearable. Despite all of this terror, Sam reacted in a way that did not suit the mood in the slightest. She darted round the throne, poking it and examining it's every detail all the while making it clear how amazed she was. "This is so cool! Look at the details on that suit, it must have taken time to make! And this throne, it just radiates awesomeness!" Sam soon stopped her rambling when she realised that the horror known as Santunspeakable was not amused. Following the tradition of Santamas, Sam hoisted herself and Cyan onto the lap of the monster, and immediately regretted it. Sadness filled her mind, all of her positive thoughts and emotions draining away and leaving nothing but negativity. Sam felt like she was slowly eroding away from the inside, her heart become a shell of what was once human. Sam only just managed to hold onto sanity, her desire to speak with the dreaded Santunspeakable keeping her from losing everything. Looking up into the face of the horrific entity of doom, Sam managed to mutter a few words. "Erm, h-hi! I'm Sam, and this little guy here is Cyan." Sam barely managed a few words before being unable to look at the being any longer. It took all of her strength to turn back and continue her speech, her words drowning in the whirlpool of sadness that made up the man. "I-If possible, could I ask for something?" Sam knew what she wanted, and she had been wanting it for several years now. Ever since the accidental body alteration she made to herself two years ago, it had been her biggest wish to change back to normal. Now was the time to do so. This was not be however, as Cyan suddenly blurted out something in his fear-induced sleep. "I want a brilliant new invention!" "A brilliant new invention?" asked the alliterative annihilator. "What disgustingly decadent desire! Daring to doff your duties as a doer-of-science, deigning to disregard due diligence!? Disgraceful, I daresay!" Opening his gaping bag of grizzly gifts, Santunspeakable seized the girl and her unconscious companion, stuffing them both inside. Within were horrors unnamed, ghasts and fiends of red and green dancing in wicked delight. The heat of hell rose around her, while steel colder than the frozen north poked at her flesh. A wailing cry that sent razor winds about her issued endlessly from the unfathomable depths of the sack. "Inventions are not given but made, foolish child! If you wish the gift of craft, then I'll give you the motivation! Find your way out or die; let's see if the inspiration strikes you. Ho ho ho!"
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| Randumb | Dec 13 2011, 02:49 AM Post #18 | ||||||||||||
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Perpetual Confusion
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Mary had no idea what was going on. The island that spread before her was devastated, it was covered in snow and ice and where it was not was hot and horrible; no living thing had an business being here. Yet here she was, something here was drawing her to the centre of this place, where the terrible heat dominated the landscape. While she was worried about such an unusual occurrence it didn't stop her from answering the call and arriving here. She had no idea how she got her, just that she was and she had to cross the cold then hot and dangerous path before her to reach the source of the summoning; or whatever it was. Well there was no time like the present so Mary got started with her walking. It didn't look that far from where she was standing but sight was the most untrustworthy sense sometimes and after a good hour or so of walking Mary was about ready to call it quits. Instead she tripped over the edge of the crater and tumbled down into the hot and horrifying centre of the island. How she survived the heat that was emanating from the ground below her was beyond Mary; but her eyes sure were acting up. After pulling herself up from the ground Mary started a blind scramble towards the source of this pull. She was close now she could feel it and then something. A terrible voice filled the air and a heat signature so hot it was clearly visible through the heat haze blocking most of her sight. It went on about greed and a bunch of stuff she had no idea about. It seemed somewhat relevant to something, but not to her. The reason of this creature's wrath had nothing to do with her but it had peaked her curiosity. Was it the source of her attraction to this place? Was it a source of perfection that had drawn her here? If so what could it do for her? What was its price? "Creature!" She called out to the being before her, "I am blinded by your presence and would ask a boon of you if you were willing." The young woman drew herself tall before the demon and stared blindly into his heat. "I seek perfection, I am willing to pay almost any price for my prize but if you could find it within your power to be merciful with my foolish request I would be forever grateful." She was shaking with excitement and fear as she announced her intent, her dream and her passion all at once. A request for help was something she had only done on few occasions before, normally she was too proud, but this was different. As soon as the words had left her mouth she no longer felt the pull. She'd done what she'd been drawn here to do all that remained was for the consequences of her actions to reveal themselves. "Perfection," rumbled the red reaper, leaning forward in his ruined throne of regret. "Is there a more sinful aspiration!? Could any man make more plainly vain a wish than to achieve something so lofty, a trait unassignable to any who does not wear the heavy mantle of godhood?" From his chin, writhing and howling with torment, the souls that made up the demonic dispenser of dubious delight's beard began to coil and twist and grow, it's silvery grey nightmare tendrils reaching for Mary. They touch her skin, leaving trails of stinging cold where they touch, soon enveloping her in a wailing mass of indescribable, freezing pain. The frozen that grew on her was not content to merely freeze her flesh to the core, however; her very mind, her soul itself, began to feel the aching agony of the vengeful cold. "Frigid be your mutinous tongue that it betray not the rest of you again with it's delusions of grandeur; ice the blood in your cursed veins! I will move you a step closer to perfection, if only to let you taste the bitterness of it's true impossibility." Santunspeakable's beard withdrew, though the biting chill it had brought to Mary's body and soul did not. She fell into a world of numb darkness as the last warmth was stolen from her body, hypothermia stealing her consciousness away in the middle of a smouldering volcanic crater. "What greater perfection can there be that a beautiful statue of ice in the scorched ruins of scorned revelry? Ho ho ho!"
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| C0nMoney | Dec 14 2011, 04:03 PM Post #19 | ||||||||||||
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Lord of Ruin
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Blaise twisted his head left and right, his flowing hair tentacles shifting in response. He didn't quite know where he was, but he didn't know whether to be angry or impressed. Blaise continued his slow procession forward, trying to figure out first where he was, and second what amazing creature could cause such ruin. The prince suddenly felt a twinge in his hand, it was clutched tightly shut. Opening it he found a note with, his his hand was bruised and a slightly darker pink than the rest of his hand. With his intact left he peeled the note free, terror suddenly clutched at his chest only one man could have done this to him. Sliding the note open he confirmed his fears, it read: "Blaise, both my greatest and worst student. You may have learned and perfected every technique I pounded into you, but the wisdom that I repeated time and time again fell against that seastone hard head of yours. Today you shall learn a grand lesson or perish, upon the island is a marvelous creature. Apologize for all the sins ye have committed and grovel before this creature, This is my final and most heartfelt lesson." -Master Chastin Blaise sighed solemnly, and then carefully folded the note before tucking it into his belt. The pain in his hand would remind him of his master's many lessons for weeks, he cursed mentally assuming the master had somehow transported him here. Looking up he finally spotted the back of a massive smoldering throne, he quickened his pace walking about it. Then his deep black orbs met with the smoldering coals, his first impulse was to close in and see if it was real but he restrained himself. This creature was terrible and magnificent all at the same time, this must be what Blaise had to apologize to. But then a deep pit opened within Blaise's brain, how did one grovel? or apologize for that matter. Being raised royally had both its pros and cons, a great many things normal people knew Blaise was ignorant of. He stroked his front left most tentacle ponderously, <How to grovel, how to grovel.> A memory suddenly crossed his mind, he remembered a love smitten pirate begging a mermaid to marry him. If his memory served him correctly groveling and begging were similar. He then shrugged deciding where his Master's commands were concerned he could only try to the best of his ability. He took a deep breath and then approached the massive creature, lowering himself to one knee. He then raised his head and his eyes again met the coals, "Ohh great and magnificent-" He mentally reached cursing himself, before a thought struck him like lightning. <SANTUNSPEAKABLE!> "-Santunspeakable, I Prince Blaise Frost truly love and cherish you-" Something in the corner of his mind reminded him he shouldn't be as much proposing as begging for his sins to be forgiven. "-And because of that, I ask that you forgive my many sins.I....I've stolen.....sooooo many things. I've also mercilessly crushed many of my enemies literally, so thats murder, theft, ahh theres more. I also deceived many many marines, I lived a lie for so long and the fools even looked up to me." He again stopped short, realizing he was slightly bragging more than groveling. "Uhhhhh." He shrugged and then stood, he noticed one of his tentacles had wrapped itself around the demon's hair sack. He quickly retracted it, and then pulled the note from his belt. "This note here says I'm supposed to like grovel and apologize, and forgive me if it is quite ignorant of me. But I don't know how to grovel or apologize. So I'll just be honest, I want to be a great pirate. I love to steal, and crush my enemies. So umm if any of that interests you, I'd like to invite you to join me and be my first mate! Hows that sound?" "Have you no mind!?" howled the holiday harrower, his hellish, heavy gaze blazing with rage and indignity. "Murder and destruction are not sins, nincompoop! Only greed is. Suffice to say, though, you've more than enough to cover the difference in judgement!" "You see my gift bag, only to come forth and issue all this drag? You take your words back, back, as my mitt is yearing to give you a smack!" Lifting a hand, something unsettling happened, something so terrible it froze Blaise to the spot. Santunspeakable smiled at him, a hideous and cruel smile of crushed cheer. "What was your name again, Jack? This is it for you, there is no path back! Do not let my festive guise fool you; as a matter of fact, it's high time that I schooled you!" Having spoken his piece, Santunspeakable bitch-slapped Blaise so hard that the very island shook with the force of the impact. Seismologists on nearby semi-canonical islands leapt from their chairs as the tremmors reach them, the haughty pirate's penance placing at power .65 Timbos on their precision instruments. His mind was gone from the moment of impact, but the sound of his assailant's vicious, mocking laughter followed him into the abyss. "Ho ho ho!"
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| Spirit | Dec 14 2011, 05:55 PM Post #20 | ||||||||||||
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Where in the hell was he? Looking around for a bit, Shinzui deduced that more likely than not, he was in literal, well more like figurative since he did not think he died, hell. And boy, was this place awesome. Everywhere he looked, chaos ruled. Broken and flamed kissed ground extended as far as his eyes could see. As he walked through the valley of the shadow of death, Shinzui realized that he wanted to recreate this exact scene on every island he would ever visit from that point on. Of course if he ever managed to get off this island, that is. Somehow, for one inexplicable reason or another, the pirate was drawn towards the center of the island, the place where the damage seemed to be greatest. As he neared the center, Shinzui felt like the temperature had dropped a couple of notches, a fact that seemed a bit weird considering the heat radiating from the ground itself. Reaching the center itself, it felt like Shinzui's blood had turned to ice. The pirate could not stop the violent shiver that shook his entire body as he gazed upon man, nay, God, that sat upon the most beautiful throne Shinzui had ever seen in his entire life. As the God's words reached his ears, the pirate could help to feel a great urge to prostate himself in front of the throne and beg for forgiveness like he never begged before. If he thought about it, Shinzui really was greedy this past year, robbing banks and bedding all the women like there was no tomorrow. Dropping to his knees, the pirate crawled the last couple of meters to the throne and prostrated himself in front of it. "Oh might Santunspeakable! Please hear my words!" the pirate exclaimed, his face pointed towards the ground, not daring the look God right into his eyes. "I beg of you, I fear that I do not have much longer to live so please find it in your heart to forgive this wretched soul! I have sinned and sinned a lot over this past year, but everyone sins and I believe that everyone, including this wretched man deserves a second chance, and maybe, just maybe a little more, if not for myself, then for my reincarnation, whatever it might be." Shinzui continued, finally looking up into the smoldering eyes, his own sparkling just a bit at the end of his speech. "If you do forgive me, I would just love it if 'I' could get my hands on a rare Mercury Logia devil fruit, and if not, then perhaps an Adam wood sitar with hollow tuning pegs that fit thin needles." Shinzui finished, once again lowering his head, waiting for whatever judgement to fall on him.
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| Chaos Apple | Dec 16 2011, 06:13 PM Post #21 | ||||||||||||
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This doesn't seem right That was all that went through Spiral's mind as he looked upon the destruction around him. His cybernetics whirred as he spun his torso around to get a good look at the destruction. Broken cookies and dreams, crushed trees and splintered hope laid around him. "This place needs The Sunshine Brigade's help, and I Captain Spin S. Spiral shall help these folks in every way I can!" The taffy cyborg looked around and started to pile up all the broken wood and the squished presents in a corner of the crater and looked over at the scary looking man in the center named Santunspeakable. The man in his opinion sounded very angry. His voice made Spiral shiver uncontrollably. Frozen in fear, Spiral stared at the man for the longest time trying to figure out a way to cheer him up. After an hour of standing perfectly still and watching people confess and receive items, the taffy top jumped and exclaimed "I GOT IT!" he rushed over to the man with a big smile and held out his hand "Sir... You ask us to tell you all the bad stuff we did and you give us stuff but I want to do the same for you! I am Captain Spin S. Spiral of the Sunshine Brigade and I wish to ask you what you would like for Santamas? I don't have much but I can try my hardest to get what you want" He smiles again "I know you are a kind person as you are trying to give everyone a chance to start over with a clean slate. Thank you for that and I am sorry for all the bad I have done" the 12 year old looks at his shoes and frowns as he sits down on Santunspeakable's lap. "I shouldn't of borrowed those little boats from the bigger ones just to try to learn how to sail... And I shouldn't eat candy before dinner" He looks up at the man hopeful. "But I hope my shortcomings don't make you lose faith in me as I shall make it my quest and goal to find you the perfect present! For now though... pleas accept this Taffy" Out of the little kids hand pops out a piece of taffy... Not a particularly spectacular piece but just a run of the mill piece of pink taffy.
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Spiral "The Snake" Arrow • Chef/First Mate • Chef/Martial Artist •Dream Pirates• Bounty: 300,000 • SD Earned: 13 • Beli: 1,750,000 • Location: East Blue Mano Mano• Ensign •Navigator/Martial Artist • None• Commendations: 0 • SD Earned: 8 • Beli: 2,450,000 • Location: West Blue Captain Spin S. Spiral • Hyperactive Captain/Navigator •Navigator/Inventor•Sunshine Brigade• Bounty: 0 • SD Earned: 49 • Beli:3,050,000 • Location: East Blue | |||||||||||||
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| KileyBarker | Dec 17 2011, 06:41 AM Post #22 | ||||||||||||
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Mary walked into the crater, well it was more of a skipping motion. She was as giddy as a hungover hobo holding a bottle of vodka. It wasn't often you could ask an immense superpower, such as Santaspeakable, for a gift. As the small girl approached the throne her heart sunk. Before her was the greatest manifestation of evil known to man. The very earth's spin seemed to slow as she approached the Phantom of Santamas. The very air around the red giant seemed to crush the young girl's hopes. As she moved closer Mary's legs moved slower. Finally she hit her knees; unable to continue walking forward Mary began to crawl. The pressure around him was too much. Once the girl was within a foot or two of the great power she smashed her head into the ground to bow, leaving a small dent in the rock. Mary then began her plea. "Oh mighty demon king, I come to you with one goal. I have long idolized a certain individual rumored to be the strongest in the world. All I want for Santamas is the mighty Timbo's autograph!" With a shaky voice the young girl made her request. She remained prostrated at Santaspeakable's feet, awaiting his reply.
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| ♠ The Unspeakable | Dec 17 2011, 07:25 AM Post #23 | ||||||||||||
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Kove watched the monstrous monstrosity proclaim a proclamation of ill will toward Kove’s favorite holiday. The witch doctor was fearful at appearance and it was one of the reasons that stayed Kove's tongue. He knew the man was a witch doctor because of such a weird appearance and that the man seemed more in tune with ritual than religion. Also kove considered himself the authority in occult practices and how to combat the occult. Kove in his pride had wanted to challenge the monster that had corrupted this joyful holiday. It was not that he disagreed with the cause. Everyone had their gluttonous lusts, particularly Kove whose greed dominated much of his thoughts. He wasn't guilty of what the apparition was implying though. But it wouldn't have affected the man without a conscience anyway. He wondered where his crew was, but the reason was probably that they were overcome with sloth. All they did was rest while he would never shirk his duty to improve. But there was self preservation in his inability to display with wrath at this corrupter of Santamas. It was not rational to act in anger toward this harbinger of destruction. Kove envied his Captain who would not hesitate to state his thoughts of nobleness and welfare for the people. So Kove does not voice his indignation to the witch doctor, instead he decided to try to make the best of a bad situation. He was innocent anyway so he had the right to request a boon of the tremendous tribal Troll of terribleness. He would have to tread lightly though as the witch doctor might curse him like other witches that had cursed Alex, Reno, Raven guy and the chef. There curses were powerful, but Kove was aligned against The Night. The devil had no power over him. Kove was his own man. But his greed akin to a demon's would not let him pass up such an opportunity. This witch doctor, whatever his name- Kove didn’t like listening to names unless he asked for them-might have connections to a different deity. It was a bit unclear on whether this abomination was for or against greed. So Kove, the man hiding his identity behind layers of bandages obscuring his face and other features, approached the throne and stood in line trying not to notice the hot coals under his feet. It didn't work very well, it was very hot. The line was pretty fast as people did not want to stay long in this man's presence, understandably. Kove tried not to eavesdrop for two reasons. The first because he did not want to seem rude in front of the witch doctor who could surely figure out, the latter reason was that it would corrupt the word eavesdrop to listen in from a lower position than was intended namely the eaves. One must eavesdrop from the eaves; it was the only way which made sense. And the line dwindled till it was Kove's turn. It was now or never. And he hated the word never; he gritted his teeth and knotted his fists. It was like the world as trying to hinder him and he would have none of that. He climbed to the lap of the gigantic witch doctor. The anger over the word never kept him animated instead of unconscious with fright. The mummy man sat down as it was what was expected. "Greetings Witch Doctor, I am Kove.” The witch doctors eyes seemed to bore into his disguise rendering his bandages useless. Kove pulled some of them loose around his face exposing one eye and some of his black hair. The man wanted more than that thought Kove. "Airiatos Vinn if you will. Recently I have been known as 'The Hatter'. I am not in need of healing as I am under no evil influence, but I would ask you a boon.” There was a time for meekness and this was not that time, the man knew why they were all there. It would be a mistake to feign meekness. "I would request a disguise so I could stay unknown to my enemies.” He tried to keep eye contact with the other until it gave him leave to step down.
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While the other guests at the festive hall were preoccupied with egg nog, presents, and general Santamas cheer, Ray Ray was focused on the candy cane that was gripped tightly between his lips. “Damn Santamas. What a waste of a holiday.” he muttered under his breath. He pulled the candy cane from his mouth, revealing the end of it which was now in a fine point. Ray Ray made sound effects as he repeatedly jabbed the candy cane shiv through the air. “Pow pow pow!” A devious smile crept across his face. “No Cousin Ray Ray! Stop please! Ahhhhh!” he said in a high-pitched voice, trying to mimic this imaginary victim of his which was apparently a girl. Suddenly, his ruthless imaginary massacre was halted as the earth began to tremble beneath his feet and a bright light blinded him. In only a matter of seconds, the bright light faded and the earth was once again stable. “Whathafu…?” incoherently babbled Ray Ray as he pried open his eyelids to see what had happened. To his surprise, there was no more festive hall around him; only a massive empty crater. Where there was once a luscious green Santamas tree was now a crude, makeshift throne with a shady figure sitting on it. “Now what’s this here?” said Ray Ray as he squinted his eyes to try to get a better look at this mysterious person. After putting on a brave face and sticking his sharpened candy cane back in his mouth, Ray Ray was driven forward to investigate this Grinch of Santamas. As his feet carried him closer and closer to the throne, the harbinger called out to anyone still remaining on the cratered island. “Listen, cuz.” sternly said Ray Ray as he waved his pointed candy cane in front of Satunspeakable’s face, “All I got for Santamas last year was a single lousy gift that I didn’t even bother holding on to.” He inched his face closer and closer to Satunspeakable’s until his chin was tickled by the tyrant’s dirty beard. Ray Ray’s empty hand wandered towards Satunspeakable’s beard, grabbed a tuft, and lifted it to his nose. Closing his eyes, he took a large whiff of the dirty hair. The tyrant’s beard had a strange stench to it. It was as though Ray Ray was inhaling the souls of the dead. It was frightening, but also intriguing. Maybe this deathly man could give Ray Ray a present this year that was at least interesting. He looked Satunspeakable in his soul-stealing eyes. “So whatcha got for me, cuz?”
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| ♥ Singularity | Dec 18 2011, 03:52 AM Post #26 | ||||||||||||
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Santamas, a time of year that meant so many different things to so many different people. To children it was a time of year that free gifts seemed to rain down upon them, to adults it was a time of reunion when family could be brought together under one roof to enjoy one another’s company, To those who believed it this time of year was one of holy significance although the intricacies of the worlds religions was not really something Izuru closely followed. Idiocy was at it’s heart still idiocy no matter how you phrased it or tossed the words around. But for this particular pirate Santamas meant one thing and one thing alone, profit. It was a time of year when people were most ready to give up their cash in exchange for what they thought to be the perfect present for a loved one, and using scams and thievery the streets became nothing more than cobbled stone littered with potential marks. With their thoughts in the clouds imagining that perfect seasonal meal you found people tended to have their guards dropped, picking a pocket or selling an rock filled box as the latest den den mushi model proved a task of seamless ease, It was about the only thing that made the garish festive decorations and ear piercing carols worth bearing. It was this same vein of thinking that had brought him to the Santamas banquette, a room filled by those with more money than sense, it was like a platter set before him laden with bite sized treats just ripe for the plucking. A place like this, he could make a killing before anyone even realized there was something amiss. His thoughts adrift in a sea of day dream he was a little late on noticing the heavy rise in temperature that had overtaken the celebratory atmosphere, napkins suddenly appearing in the hands of those surrounding him to mop the excess liquid now appearing on many a brow. A loud cracking filled the air whilst fractures burst into appearance across the length and breadth of the ground underfoot, riddling it’s entirety. The rooms center dipped low, looking as though it had caved in on itself whilst the chasms lit up with a fiery glow. The rock that made up the halls floor broke apart as chunks began to fall down through the rifts steadily expanding them as the hole opening up spread in radius growing without remorse, screams left to echo into the frightened panic as bodies dropped down the gaps falling to their unquestionable demise. Up from the gaping wound a figure rose, a towering stone throne carrying him up from the pit, whilst a path of floating rocks formed itself into existence at the singular movement of one of the beings spindly skeletal fingers, bridging the gap between itself and the surrounding audience. The crater continued to expand it’s dominion, the walls of the very hall around them crumbling as its very foundations were liquidated, the roof tumbling down around them whilst tables of food and santamas decorations tumbled to the fiery depths awaiting them. The surroundings were beginning to look somewhat apocalyptic as the unearthly figure made his proclamation and a chilling one at that. Quite how to approach such an existence Izuru was more than a little unsure, whilst it was true his last santamas had been spent relishing in nothing but greed he felt no remorse for that. And whilst he savored the idea of approaching this fearsome creature in the hopes of something good walking up and admitting to relishing everything he seemed to stand against just didn’t strike him as all too good an idea, on the other hand lying to something that had risen from what he was beginning to believe could well be hell, sporting facial hair born of the incorporeal sounded just plain stupid. Sweat drizzled down his brow, he really wasn’t comfortable in such heated environments since the acquisition of his devil fruit, using its abilities to cool himself a little in order to better keep a level head. ”Greetings spirit of the season, my name is Izuru kazehara and I was hoping for a little mercy. To be honest im not all too ashamed of the greedy display last year, greed is often what motivates us turning the lazy into the determined. But I do apologize for spitting in the traditions the holiday stands for, it was wrong of me to make a mockery of it’s values, I simply didn’t realize there was anyone worth mentioning who cared. I see the error of my actions, so perhaps you would give me a second chance to this time atone for those mistakes?Please, show me some new way to use this devils gift of mine, or perhaps a gift that could direct me towards more economic wealth? I grew up unknowing of the warmth this season can bring, perhaps you could show me the truth of this holiday.” it was hard but he’d managed to phrase his response truthfully as well as catering towards what he believed to be expected of him, but weather this would be enough to satisfy the terrifying spirit he was still yet to see.
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| Pseudonym | Dec 20 2011, 01:55 PM Post #27 | ||||||||||||
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Neo sat up, the cold air going right through him, he wasnt used to this, he stood up, looking at his surroundings, everything was covered in a blanket of snow, he hugged himself as tight as he could in an attempt to keep out the cold, he was wondering where he was. Although maybe if he knew he was gonna come here he would have got a coat. That reminded him, how did he get here, he couldnt remember anything, he could remember falling asleep in his bed and then he woke up here. Neo noticed about 20 metres away, a bit of the sky where no snow fell,he was curious about how that could happen, so he walked towards it, noticing that with every step it got a bit warmer. When he got nearer he noticed a crater, and sat in the middle of the crater, on a throne seemingly made of anger and hatred, sat satunspeakable. Neo looked at him, and soon realised this was a mistake, he felt the fear and anger of many tortured souls, he quickly looked away, hoping he would neer again have to see something like that. Neo was drawn towards this mystical being, he stepped into the crater, and he felt his foot burn up almost instantly. He jumped back, cooling his foot in the snow, he would have to try again, he concentrated as hard as he could on satunspeakable, still being careful not to look into his eyes. Neo stepped back into the crater walking slowly, with measured steps towards satunspeakable. He hopped straight onto Satunspeakables lap, trying his best to ignore the uncomfortable burning sensation in his buttocks. "Um, what do i really want," Neo said, realising he still hadnt fully thought it through. Neo liked this guy, he looked cool and he somehow had the power to grant gifts, so what wasnt there to like. Neo sort of looked up to this guy and the power he had, this was the kind of role model he wanted. A role model who could decimate cities with a flick of his had and was unbeatable, a role model who could rule the world if he wanted to. One day Neo wanted to be just like this man, and be just as powerful. He thought it over, he may not get this opportunity again, "Satunspeakable, there is only one thing that i could want. I would like a weapon worthy of satunspeakable, to vanquish all foes in his name. He washoping that
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(Didn't do Santamus last year) "Where is this hell?" Enko ponders as he stands at the foot of a monstrosity of a crater. The crater was seeming to be actively volcanic, as every flake of snow that even attempted to get near it simply evaporated. In the center, though, there was a lone figure sitting on a throne. Enko could tell that there have been others to go to the deepest point of the hole, so he swallowed his fear and took a step onto the fiery earth. To the young man's surprise, it wasn't as painful as real magma, so he continued to the inmost part of the pit. On his way there, Enko felt as if all his sins have been forgiven, like the heat was melting his guilt as well as the snow. When Enko finally got there, the goliath exclaimed "Behold, child, I am Satunspeakable! Sit upon my lap, so you may tell me what you wish for on Santamus." The cook thought he was insane, ranting on about some holiday called Santamus. But he didn't want to get on this barbarian's bad side, so he leaped upon his lap and said "I want an object that I will use to defend my friends, so that I may never lose a loved one again."
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| ♠ RainingBlades | Dec 21 2011, 07:28 AM Post #29 | ||||||||||||
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Spoiler: click to toggle Spade wasn't necessarily a holiday-type guy. He didn't go around christmas caroling or putting on a red suit and hat giving out gifts to people. Spade normally just sat back and watched the holidays go by. Spade would sometimes listen to some carolers or give out a beli or two to the least fortunate, but he never got into the holiday spirit. He never had a reason to be intrested in it. But this year, Spade was a little bit.... bored. Bored of the entire holiday, even from a standerby's point of view. It was all the same; never any variation whatsoever, and it was, simply put, boring. So when he heard that there was some apoctalyptic guy giving out gifts of all type of sorts, Spade thought, "what the heck?" He wanted different, and this was different. It was a nice change of pace, and that's all he wanted really. So here he was, down to see what looked like Santa from hell. He waited in line patiently; he wasn't so eager for it that he wanted to cut in line or anything. Hell, he could leave without getting anything and be perfectly fine, but he wasn't one to look a gift horse in the mouth. Spade began to ponder on what to say to this guy: what to ask for, how to ask for it, how to make it seem like he was being selfish (which he guessed he truely was). Finally, after making up his mind, it seemed as if he was the next person in line and, a bit reluctantly, got on the big, anti-jolly fella's lap. "So, gonna be honest here," Spade said, "I hate a lot of things, especially some people. Actually, I hate a lot of people, especially marines. It's just something about them that pisses me off. It's not just because my dad's a marine, they just all make me want to punch them in the face. And I did that not to long ago; punched a marine right in the face, a leiutenant too." But anyways, hatred aside, the one person I hate most of all is my dad, who, like i said, is a marine. He abandoned me and left my mother to die, leaving me an orphan. And when I finally saw him again as a kid he gave me this permanent scar above my eye here. Not sure if he ever knew it was me who he gave the scar too; don't think he cared." The point is, I've dedicated my entire life to finding him and killing him. Don't know what I'll do after that, but I need to do that first. Thing is, I'm not strong enough yet. I don't know how strong he is, or what his rank is in the marines, but I'm not strong enough to take him down. And not just pure strength, but everything. I need a way to get stronger in order to face him, and that's all I'm asking for."
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| Leens | Dec 22 2011, 02:25 PM Post #30 | ||||||||||||
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Spoiler: click to toggle "Kinda chilly.." Natalie wandered across the snow-scape, searching for the place of yuletide cheer she'd heard about. The young girl wasn't a particularly festive person, but she happened to be on the island when the holiday began, and so decided to see what all the fuss was about. Back on Beirut Sunset everyone just had a disco instead of present giving. It didn't take too long to reach the place where the hall would have been, but instead of merriment and joy, there was only sorrow and despair. "Woah..." Yeah, woah. There was a huge crater, with ground that was way hotter than it should've been. Snow refused to land within, and there was a noticeable heating of the air as Natalie stood at the edge. In the middle sat the perfect figure of malice with a great beard of souls on his face, and grotesque clothing that looked like it could've been made only from human skin. It was pretty horrific, but surprisingly enough there were lots of people down there next to him. Some groveled and begged for forgiveness, while many others seemed to be forming a line to sit on his lap. It didn't much make sense, but people were asking for gifts of all sorts. The grim Santunspeakable would reply in a tone fitting such a demonic being. The orange haired girl took a deep breath and began her descent into the crater. The ground was uncomfortably hot beneath her feet, but not unbearably so. She moved her way into the back of the line and waited patiently, and it was relatively uneventful. After awhile it was her turn, and she found herself not to be overly afraid or nervous of this "man." She hopped up on his lap with a stern, almost expectant gaze. "I've never celebrated this holiday before, and I honestly have no idea who you are, but I don't think I've committed any "sin". So, for this Santamas, I'd like to be surprised by my gift. I can't think of anything material that I really want, so I just want you to use your best judgement as an omnipotent gift-giving being to get me something I'll like. Thanks." She hopped off his lap and continued staring at him, waiting patiently.
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