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| Post #1 Feb 1 2014, 07:37 PM | Wackman |
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Night time, in between the buildings two figure are running the tallest and biggest of the figure manages to catch up to the other. There was a powerful scream that came from that encounter. There was blood everywhere, on the ground, on the wall all over his clothes; his hands were dripping with the red essence. At his feet there was a whimpering teenage boy grasping his gut, paralyzed by the gaping hole he was trying to cover, forcing his eyes shut as if is life depended on it. He had a hard time breathing; he shivered with each breath, and blood would get in his lungs, choking him and forcing him to cough it out. “Aaah, my sweet boy…. How you embrace your life. Good, good… The Gods will take pity on your suffering and give you paradise. How I envy you, I truly do” The man that stood above him knelt down and brought the ceremonial golden dagger to his face, pressing the blade against his untouched face. He flinched at the touch of it. The man whistled casually as he turned the blade and slowly brought it down, a cut being made on his cheek. He grinned and his eyes widened at the side of this fresh red liquid. He quickly caught some on the tip of his blade and brought it up to his mouth. His tongue came out, and tickled the blood before bringing it in his mouth, and he chuckled. The chuckle turned into a very enthusiastic laugh, as he got up to his feet, his back arched backwards. `”Oh Yes! You are superb! Surely, the gods would grant me my immortality!” He screamed as he raised the dagger above his head. “Grant me my weapon! For I Shall smithe him in your name!” The dagger began to be wrapped by a brilliant light and it grew in size. The man grasped the light with his other hand, and the light turned into a golden battle axe. The man looked at it amazed and looked down on the boy. “Yes! It shall be done!” The man screamed, as he brought down the axe, hoping to cleave the lads head clean off. |
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| Post #2 Feb 2 2014, 05:24 PM | Impulse |
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Ever since Impulse discovered he could run up the sides of buildings, he had made a habit out of doing just then when randomly patrolling the streets looking for something to do. When he heard the ruckus below he couldn't resist checking out what was going on. He moved to the edge of the building and looked down, seeing a man about to kill a teenager. That wouldn't have interested Impulse one bit, except the man's dagger grew into a battleaxe. Now THAT was interesting. At first Impulse thought that he was having a meth-induced hallucination, but he quickly realized that this was not the case. Impulse wanted that weapon. It would be the perfect weapon for a Mercenary/Anti-Hero to have. A superpowered weapon for a superpowered guy. He unsheathed both his katana, and started to calculate a Speed-Path in his mind. Not only could he take the weapon away from the man, but he could also charge the teenager for having saved his life. It was a win-win situation. As soon as he had calculated a path to run, he bolted down the side of the building. To save himself from being splattered into the ground he kicked himself off the wall close to the ground, and rolled his body on the ground to soften the fall, standing up to block the man's axe with one of his katana, stopping the axe an inch away from the teenager's face. Impulse then raised the katana to push the axe away, and stepped between the man and teen. "That's one interesting weapon you got there. How exactly does it work? No, no, don't tell me. I'd like it to be a surprise. I'll find out after killing you and taking it for myself." He turned his head to the teenager he had just saved. The boy didn't know what to think about being saved by someone who appeared seemingly out of nowhere, was wearing a black Power Ranger's outfit, and talked about killing the same way other people talked about having lunch. "Consider yourself lucky kid. Impulse the legendary Mercenary has saved the day. Er... Night. But don't think I did it out of the goodness of my heart. I expect to be compensated. So pull out your wallet kid, and leave all your money on the ground before you run. If you don't, I'll be the one sticking that axe in your neck." |
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| Post #3 Feb 9 2014, 08:55 PM | Wackman |
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The middle-aged balding man was thrown back at the one that dared to interfere in his most sacred of ritual. The alleyway provided enough lighting for this meth addicted anti-hero to see the murderer in all of his sloppy glory. He was fat, balding, had a disgusting perma slop coming down the corner of his mouth. He reeked, and his clothes were filthy, worn and torn. He clearly wore several layers. There was a layer of dust on his face, one of his eyes did not follow but strayed to the side. He had a massive build for something that looked jobless. “Oh ho!” The man said humorlessly. “Someone dares to intervene! A willing martyr to the weapons of the Gods?! So be it!” He swung the battle axe, and rested the handle on his shoulders as it began to glow. The man began to mutter to himself. Impulse wouldn’t be able to make up a word, just gibberish as the weapon turned into a red and black katana. “Another soul for the Gods! Surely my ascendance will be guaranteed!” He raved as he ran forward, grabbing the weapon by the hilt using both hands wanting to perform a downward vertical slash. Just as the blade would be swung downward, it would shift suddenly and without a tell into an Ōdachi, increasing the length of the blade dramatically: a 60cm blade into a 90cm blade. |
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| Post #4 Feb 10 2014, 03:13 AM | Impulse |
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Impulse couldn't help but roll his eyes at the nut job. Weapon of the gods? Please... Impulse would believe that when he saw it. The weapon was damn cool though. The man then uttered a few words he didn't understand, and the axe turned into the coolest weapon Impulse had seen in his life. A motherfucking black and red katana. Impulse was starstruck by the blade. He'd never desired anything more in his life. Except... You know, for the craving of meth he experienced every other hour... But still! It was a damned awesome weapon. And now it was being swung at him. Impulse could have parried, but he felt like stepping out of the way, so he took a step back, making sure he'd be out of the katana's reach. Then something unexpected happened. The katana grew another 30 cm without warning. Since Impulse had no time to calculate a speed-path he had to try and move out of the way with regular speed. He raised his leg, but found he was unable to. When he'd stepped back he accidentally stepped into a comically large stain of sticky gum, so his foot was stuck to the ground. It was like he was cursed with bad luck. Being unable to step aside, he turned his body a quarter of a second too late, and the sword cut him. It wasn't a deep cut, only about a quarter inch through the skin of his stomach. He pulled his leg out of the gum and raised one of his katanas, pushing the morphing weapon away from him. He then swung the other katana, aiming for the man's right leg, hoping to render his leg useless. "You tore my outfit! Do you know how expensive these are?!" He completely ignored the fact that the man had done more than cut his outfit, as Impulse was used to feeling pain. Still, he was bleeding, which would affect his performance. |
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Zane/Blaze Theme Dean/Impulse Theme Jack/Blackjack Theme Current threads: Zane: The Vast Sea A Dangerous Mistake A to Z Magical Encounter Impulse: Enter: Impulse! The Sacrificial Lamb Jack: Tricks of the Trade Be Still Magical Encounter Don't Feed The Animals The Magician and the Spy | |
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