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| A.R. | Dec 21 2013, 08:47 PM Post #16 | ||||||||
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The blood was pouring everywhere like a merciless torrent, the sky ever darkening in the continued face of death and the fear of what a lost life truly meant for the man who had yet to live out his aspirations in an unrelenting example of dominant pain. The world was growing the sickly red of blood, the colored phantasms morphing into banshees of dripping blood as their screams began to become blood-curdling (in the literal sense that the blood was curdling as they screamed) though it all felt so distant and insincere to the dying delusionist. Of course, he was most certainly overreacting an incredible deal as he had never come this close to pain, so familiar with the feeling of blood torrenting out of your body like a waterfall of the essence of life it was. While the melodrama also took to it's own desire to stream like rain, was it raining? There was water crawling along the young Skypeian boys cheek so it probably was. at least the rain drove whatever terrors that were the banshees of blood away. He was now only lying down, a darkening crimson sky filled with rapid drops of water, colliding into him like millions of tiny viscera splashes. "Know not that I never forsake life, limb, or blood. That my bond to this world and I have shared the dearest of love. It was all stolen, a deed most foul and ruinous to I like no other. I may not be the first to succumb to death like this, to a loss like this, to villainy like this, but I wish I could be the last. In my name, I ask that blood stay safe from the ground. In my death, I ask that blood never see the light of day or dark of night again. Let that be all I mean if nothing else in the end. For a bare bodkin did make its quietus of me." He cast a forlorn look towards the ocean, although it was more the forest since the ocean was the other direction, reaching out with his arms as if expecting to be pulled into the baptizing waters before his final breath left him. "Accept me as your nature, let my body rest in peace." With what he wanted to be his last words out, he began to shut his eyes. The involuntary darkening of his visions swallowed up by his choice. "I join my people, as they take me lovingly into their —" It was at that moment that everything seemed to take color again, a new light filled his eyes as more pain filled in his form. He didn't feel like was going to die again, with this vaguely familiar feeling of being securely tied together by dubious means he did not imagine death to be near. He tried to move his body, but only succeeded in his blood-lost driven vision of reality rather than the true life he lived. His eyes in surreality met with those of the vile beast before him. This literal reincarnation of a sunflower had met its undoing and he knew it. "Avast villain! Think not that you could manipulate the kind and waving people of this land. They have treated me to their victory, their sustenance, their way of life with no restraint and in return I plan to show them mine equally! A bitter life of blade and grit, one that you and I share. Now as warriors face me! In battle let our deaths be quick and our lives long! Show me your skill before I oust every last breath from your body with this blade. Enguarde!" Azhit was waving around the broken hilt of his saber while lying on the ground, 100% intimidating. |
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| Khepri | Jan 30 2014, 11:55 PM Post #17 | ||||||||
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There was a fair amount of inconsistency to Cosmo’s mortality, most of it the result of arbitrary in-the-moment decision making. One such moment he was willing to jilt a dying young man to avoid the consequences for his action, the next he was providing medical aid to help him survive, however the sight of blood reminded Cosmo of just who he was; a total prick. Essentially he felt he was in a position to leave Aru to die for a third time, but at least this time it wasn’t because he stole his blood and had no more use for Aru as a living being. He rolled his eyes as Aru went on another soliloquy. Aru didn’t have much choice in the matter, but if one thing was for sure, he forsaken a whole lot of blood. By all reasonable accounts, Aru didn’t have any business being alive at this point, but he was, and now he was a liability, even though his condition was purely the fault of Cosmo. Given time, it seemed that Aru was at least willing to concede and die with what wasn’t grace or dignity, but something that at the, very least, wasn’t utterly condemnable. But yet, tenacity won over Cosmo’s preferred giving up. So while Cosmo prepared to jolt, he noticed in the corner of his eyes that Aru was was preparing to fight to the very death from his position, and considering his position it was a very pathetic and humorous (laughing at, not laughing with) sight. Cosmo would’ve laughed, rending his already rent lungs further, but the two-headed dinosaur was far from being as amused as he was. The shouts of“They’re preparing an attack!” and “Support support!” rang clear in Cosmo’s ears, and the sight of red dots forming at the bit of flesh above every vital organ rang clear in his eyes. He looked to the two headed guy for a second, to him toss aside the the handcuffs in exchange for what appeared to be a pair of sword the size of full-grown men. They both snorted, “We were willing to take you in peacefully, we’re not violent, but now that are out safety is on the line you’ve awoken the beast.” ‘Cosmo said nothing, he didn’t even really move. His reached nirvana if one referred to nirvana by way of some opposite definition. He had reached a whole new level of stress. He turned his head, mostly as a result of the marine laser pointer giving visual trouble. His knees collapsed, both going inward and meeting eachother in a loud crack, whilst his arms flopped about aimlessly. His eyes turned back as the sound of boom-boom-boom indicated that shots were indeed fired, but the lack of pain indicated that not a bullet had struck him. He straightened out, regained his mind, but he was quickly caught off guard by the existence of a bloated, green, terribly ug--oh that was him… He was out of his body he quickly realised. He shivered, feeling the chill of purgatory once more. Of course, it struck him that standing in the in the middle of what was a fight was not the most pragmatic of actions. The consequence for his lapse of judgement was soon to be felt as he realised that both of the dino-marine’s swords were coming at his neck in a scissor-like motion, and then they did. He kept his head, because he was an insubstantial ghost. For a moment he wondered what would become of his physical body, and got his answer once it was inadvertently stomped into the sand with the dino-marine’s attempted gatling slash thing. Bullets and blades went through him, and he tried to figure out a way out of this, without resorting to any sort of deus-ex machina. He caught a glimpse of the shine that was the sea-stone shackles and casually floated over to Aru. He opened his spectral mouth and then promptly shut it. He couldn’t just go about and straight up say his plan, he had to both play to Aru’s delusion, whilst keeping the plan secret from the dinosaurs. Cosmo muttered to himself, figuring that he was terrible at accentual-verse so he wasn’t even going to try, but what did Aru care? “Ahead there is but a glimmer, a glimmer of ironic freedom.” He uttered looking back to see if the dinosaur had understood that, the grimace lead Cosmo to believe he didn’t, “As apparition duels with ghastly chimera, one must make use of the ironic freedom, to bring forth the irony so we may be free…” Which should’ve translated to, “get the shackles and get them around the ankles of this prick whilst he flails at ghost me.” Edited by Khepri, Jan 31 2014, 10:16 AM.
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Leens & Khepri by Neon Andrei Myshkin • Holy Paladin • Thief/Entertainer • Underdogs • Rank: Ensign • SD Earned: 285 • Beli: Some number • Location: Khepri Xanthippe • Sheepherder • Weapon Specialist/Chef • Odd Jobs • Threat: 0 • SD Earned: 40 • Beli: 500,000 • Location: Silent Hill Percival Aloysius Periwinkle • Legitmiate Businessman • Merchant/Marksman • No Crew • Bounty: 130,000,000,000 Extol • SD Earned: 148 • Beli: 21,000,000 • L: Alabasta Others
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| A.R. | Feb 5 2014, 12:17 AM Post #18 | ||||||||
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It would seem that vigorous slashing in the wrong general direction of his declared enemy wouldn't be as tiresome a chore as one might have imagined for a youthful Skypeian wrapped in the clothes of a dead one, but that wasn't the case for Azhit as his wild and blatantly misplaced swings grew greater and greater in ferocity by mere unnoticeable increments. All this action was likely adding on to his (likely) permanent wounds now, making it that much less likely that he would be "fit as a fiddle" by the end of this, but he knew he had to prove that he was truly a brave prince for the hand of Marriage in marriage. Within his mind a battle of fearless gallivanting swordplay took place, flower against man in the ultimate battle of flailing in the wind and standing in the sun, there true victor was more obvious than not until his foe began to switch up his style. It felt like some form of special, clan-based, hidden technique had been released as the flower began to act more ent-like, moving its arms in hypnotizing criss-cross patterns to sway the vote of Marriage. "No! How can I lose to you beast, I must redouble my efforts as well!" He exhaled, beginning to stand now, although his movement were clumsy and obviously impeded by the patchwork bandage job that a certain zombie Skypeian put together because of his own faults, though blame was certainly not to be assigned. Aru's blade was held as if stabbed into the ground and helping him get to his feet. Even without the iron cane he still managed it without really bothering to care about the fight, only feeling more and more empowered as the dancing petals flickered in the sunlight with increasing complexity, grace, and beauty. "I will not let years of courtship be wasted on one fluke!" He shouted with a clear sense of agony, it was the blood pouring out with intensified pain thanks to his movements now. Without much care for the consequences he sheathed his blade and tried to dance some, it was probably the worst decision at the time because by trying to dance he fell face first into the soil of little garden. All was not lost though, for the pain he felt when his nose collided with the cold, hard ground seemed to have called forth a friendly fairy willing to give him advice. Looking at her lovely disfigured face, the delusionist gave a smile as he slowly began to interpret her cryptic message. She ended up talking about torture devices mostly, eventually making the point that the prolonged use of such machinations was detrimental to the mental stability of the victim and the torturer. Permanent damage included a distorted sense in how to properly respond to people and what pain was actually worth. That's when Aru understood! He didn't have to successfully beat Mr. Giant-Stupid Sunflower! All he had to do was lock him into an iron maiden or some similar trap to get him out of the way with all the tact of a corrupted king. It was perfect. The main issue at hand was that such devices weren't designed for their convenient or ergonomic transportation, leaving the boy at a loss as to how to safely and quietly dispose of this presence that threatened his political marriage with actual feelings. That was when he remember that his fae guest wasn't telling him about the dangers of torture devices, or even about torture devices (it was his subconsciousness informing him of prudent courses of action). She was merely telling him where he could find one such detainment device. Surely enough it was right there, in his mouth since his face landed on top of it. This rope was perfect, especially for locking down ent-like flowers since it seemed to be shaped for appendages. Now with the only obstacle being getting close to Ent McFlailyPants the soon to be denominational Prince of a Duchess' loaned county set out to achieve social mobilization. With handcuffs, of incredibly tough and salty metal, firmly held in his mandibles the antennaed-youth crawled his way to the dancing sunflower. A trail of blood seeping through his bandage as the distance between them closed, the strength of the wind and the warmth of the sun kept this pretender far too energetic to entertain the delusions mere feet away. The dirt subsided with uncertain strength as a drained body clawed its way to victory, this wasn't for Marriage anymore, this wasn't even for himself, this was all for spite. He knew that Marriage never loved him, Aru would never sire heirs to his title. If he couldn't have a legacy, then neither could this terrible mockery of who Azhit Ruhkein Unknown dreamed to be. With a quick move he quickly shackled one of the Sunflower's legs, screaming, "Doubt not the ingenuity of man but the nature he sets forth! Perish the thought of your freedom as I condemn you to my pain!" The seastone shackle wrapped around the mad marines leg, snapping tightly as the lunatic Aru tried to hook the other loop around the unshackled leg, a difficult task indeed, while his mouth bubbled with words and his murmurs were drowned by his sorry state of body. |
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| Khepri | Feb 16 2014, 09:02 PM Post #19 | ||||||||
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Seastone, doing what it did, caused the dinosaur marine to weaken considerably. Sapped of all his energy, he buckled under the weight of his own knees, and legs, and teeth, and just about everything. He landed atop of Cosmo’s twisted lifeless, technically souless body with a nauseating crackle of a noise stemming from bones and snapped connective tissue. Ghost Cosmo would’ve cringed, but he had felt worse pain and would continue to feel worse pain. Still, with the marine down, Cosmo found his chance to slither back into the broken down corpse of a living body he had. The weight was a bit too much, almost enough to squeeze the freshly stolen blood right out of the wounds he had. Through the sand he managed to tunnel out, coming out at the side of the downed dinosaur out of breath. Once again, he felt the non-feeling of having a lot of laser pointers pointed at every vital organ in the humanoid body. He opened his eyes to see that the marines had formed a circle around Cosmo, Aru, and the downed Marine. Their fingers were at all the triggers, and their eyes were focused on popping Cosmo like something that isn’t a cyst in a terribly disgusting metaphor. Overwhelmed by stress, Cosmo left his body again, causing his gnarly, pudgy self to mangle in the sand. Every shot fired was met with a shriek which was followed by a thud. Mooks weren’t the brightest bunch around, and if they had survived they would’ve learnt the lesson of not forming a shooting circle, seeing as those usually led to corpse circles. Ghost Cosmo slipped back into his own body. He looked to Aru, the little half-wit who he owed his life to twice over. Cosmo dug deep into his emotional catalogue to try and find what was an emotion close to thankfulness or gratefulness, and he was unable to find anything similar to either. All that was there was tentative obligation,“Yeah, thanks.” He managed to utter without even the faintest drop of sincerity, despite the fact that Cosmo’s veins were in fact filled with Aru’s blood. The dinosaur marine groaned, shifting back into his dual-headed human form. Cosmo remembered that the marine existed and quickly turned his attention to him. He had to think of a plan quick. As much as Cosmo committed several crimes, as well as several acts which for all intents and purposes be crimes, he didn’t really consider any of it truly in the wrong. He looked around at the corpses of the marines who died because of their own misstepping and then looked down to the dinosaur marine, “...Yeah, it’d be for the best if you never talked about this… I could let you go and we could go our own ways.” “Yeah… that works…” The commanding officer responded. Seemingly forgetting that Aru was half-witted and fully insane, Cosmo did some sort of motion that implied that Aru should get to unshackling the monstrous marine. With that, he was gone walking steadily and slumped over in shame which was about all he could do in his loincloth and bloody bandages. For a moment he stood proud, and in doing so he stumbled over the corpse of one of the dead seamen. Even though his momentum was broken, he attempted to reclaim his pride only be knocked back down to a walk of shame, until he was eventually out of the storyline. Edited by Khepri, Feb 16 2014, 09:55 PM.
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Leens & Khepri by Neon Andrei Myshkin • Holy Paladin • Thief/Entertainer • Underdogs • Rank: Ensign • SD Earned: 285 • Beli: Some number • Location: Khepri Xanthippe • Sheepherder • Weapon Specialist/Chef • Odd Jobs • Threat: 0 • SD Earned: 40 • Beli: 500,000 • Location: Silent Hill Percival Aloysius Periwinkle • Legitmiate Businessman • Merchant/Marksman • No Crew • Bounty: 130,000,000,000 Extol • SD Earned: 148 • Beli: 21,000,000 • L: Alabasta Others
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| A.R. | Feb 18 2014, 10:27 PM Post #20 | ||||||||
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In summary, Aru was left in bleeding heap of pain and bone fragments. It was pretty much an average day, at least average in the relative sense and not the connotative sense. The action was all over, and the one person who would have probably enjoyed most of this action was too busy worrying about the silly things like pain, and possible dismemberment that had been previously unnoticed. The deceived dreamer would be passing out if not for the nature of his conveniently augmented reality, that might have been the only reason he was still moving instead of bleeding out in the ground after fainting from the sights before him. He didn't manage to keep up with Cosmo, the green warping pachyderm capable of bipedal movement while the perfectly not-elephant-like fellow could only drag himself around. Still, he had to decide to go somewhere. Where better than after he who stabbed your own artery? The arduous task of slowly, and without any abandon, digging your way through dirt and air in a specific direction didn't come easy for the bleeding boy, it didn't mean he didn't try. Wordlessly, without a desire to quit within his mind, he steadily approached Cosmo. Especially with the whole escaping the SL part. Edited by A.R., Aug 29 2015, 11:12 PM.
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| Shizuochan | Feb 24 2014, 12:42 PM Post #21 | ||||||||
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Thank you for your patience. Your storyline has been reviewed.
Pertinent food upkeep pre-deducted. SL Notes
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Okay, fine, I actually have characters.
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