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| Cookie_Commando | Apr 12 2010, 05:58 AM Post #46 |
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Do the right thing...
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It was finally over... Forty-five seconds of the most grueling, agonizing pain JP had ever experienced had come to an end. Forty-five seconds of writhing, convulsing, and squirming left his muscles rather drained, and his mind inoperable (for the moment). His heart rate plummeted, along with his reflex signals. It was as if his body was going into sleep. In truth, however, this meant something else... It was time for the counter-attack... By the time the forty-fourth second had passed, the Claw of the Beast had lashed out at JP (who was still convulsing at the time). While its aim was indeed true, JP's body had jerked away just in time to miss the swipe. It was a matter of pure accidence that he had managed to escape such a strike. After this, however, JP lie still for a moment before suddenly turning over, his legs bent as if he was about to do sit-ups. His eyes slowly split open as his sentience came flooding back, the visor (still on his face) having continued its readout. He was panting, sweating profusely. The entire experience was fresh in his mind (since he had never blacked out). ... JP stood up slowly, his body regaining motor function once more. But, the strange part was his face. You see, it was expressionless, like nothing had ever happened. Another thing that was strange was his thought process. Other than the tactical considerations of how to destroy this thing that had caused him so much pain. Without a moment of hesitation, JP began his attack. He performed a Localized Spacial-Anomaly Maneuver, localizing about ten meters to his left. He then repeated this move back to where he stood before, blue and black swirls of darkness and debris gathering in clouds wherever his wake lie. He was building up. Slowly but surely. Everyone else might be writhing with painful memories, but JP had already suffered his fill. Not to mention he had no memory that he hadn't already agonized over enough to become comprehensive of it.
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| Super Hurricane | Apr 12 2010, 09:27 PM Post #47 |
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The Middleman (stubborn, yet relaxed)
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The next memory came, fresh and orderly. The memory of when his best friend betrayed him. He was only in third grade, yet he was already being picked on by his classmates. Books falling out of his hands, tripping on the stairs, spitwads during homeroom, spilling milk on his head, things that could cause any boy to snap. But there was a good reason why he was smiling in school: Kyra. She was a champion paper master, capable of unleashing massive attacks that could grind their navis to paste. But what she lacked....was physical strength. His best friend, Markus, was paid off by the School Bully to learn such a weakness. Kyra was winning at first, but then the bully's navi got inside her perimeter zone just as she was sending a super-giant paper punch and nailed her hard until she logged out. It was like a spark died inside of him, and all went black. The next time he opened his eyes, a Shadow3 virus was murdering the brats that picked on him, spraying the blood off the ebon sword from the chest of a jerk who once poked fun at his small feet. His best ex-friend's severed head was on the floor, his last expression was that out of pure horror. This was during the time when navis and viruses were forcefully brought into the human world using Grave's world-wide Dimensionalization, a time where humans were no longer part of the food chain, but far below it as the viruses multiplied thousands of times over to strike at the cities and towns. "Such a awful memory." SH gritted his teeth, angered by the attempt to recall it first-hand. "Oath of the Sword!" He called out, forming the deadly Drill Sword in his hand with a hateful look in his eyes. With a savage war cry, he ran straight at the bony hand with the spinning sword pointed forward straight and truly aimed, ready to pierce through it like it was made of cardboard and continue going forward. He did feel a bit of pain his his hips as he ran though, but the mental anguish was overriding his physical pains. "Give up? You're the one who gave up too easily to use that stone when you had the power to kill Xemnas in a matter of seconds and become the new leader, you stupid moron!" |
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| Captain | Apr 14 2010, 09:29 AM Post #48 |
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OOC: I'm sorry Zero, but I did say 48 hour autohits and I meant it. BIC: The claw raked across Lilith, doing some nasty damage. Probably not enough to kill her, but, hey, We all know the food guys win here anyways. Midori's struggles caused the bones to crack just as they had when SH shot one with the light blast. It was still squeezing her, but another attack should finish it off! SH's tactic did leave a hole in the hand, and it too began to crack. However the massive hand didn't give so easily and continued to block his movement, before aiming to smack him straight into Lilith. Cardboard, these hands weren't! Still, this now meant all 4 hands of the beastly abomination were cracked, fragile, and overall not looking to pleasant. As JP began to warp back and forth, te claw that had raked at Lilith and the claw that had missed him earlier both took positions to the sides of were he was teleporting, and then slammed into each other....clapping? Yes, the claws were clapping against each other, trying to smack JP as he was moving back and forth. Maxer, or Eternity, or whatever the hell he even is anymore, simply laughed at SH's comment. "XEMNAS....THOUSANDS....TIMES....STRONGER..." He said, the massive jaw then forming into a grin. "XEMNAS....IS.....VOID...." |
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| Lord_Shadow | Apr 14 2010, 10:54 AM Post #49 |
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Eldritch Consumer, Part-time insane human
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Midori continued to struggle, trying to get free. The mental images were coming faster and more at once. It wasn't good. She was sure that only a few more minutes of this torment would leave her a babbling mess. "<Can't...die...here. M st fi t...>" It was getting harder for her to form coherent thoughts. She had to concentrate. She stopped struggling for a moment, allowing the hand to crush her further. It was a dangerous move but the increased pain kept her mind off the images. Just not as much as before. She directed her claymores to continue attacking, it felt like they were breaking through. She kept pressing her keyblade against the hand. She couldn't move as much anymore but she hoped that it would be enough to break free. The tears had stopped flowing, not because she wasn't crying anymore, but because they was nothing left. All the emotional and physical pain was steadily draining her energy. If she wasn't determined to tear that bastard to shreds, she was sure she would just collapse from exhaustion, and probably get killed in the process. |
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| Super Hurricane | Apr 15 2010, 02:29 AM Post #50 |
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The Middleman (stubborn, yet relaxed)
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"Thousands of times stronger? Have you imbeciles ever tried taking him down at least once? I've heard of absolute submissiveness, but 12 people all endowed with enough power to obliterate the sun, and you claim that he is stronger?" SH said, just as the blow from the skeletal hand whomped him good. There was no time at all to deploy the Oath Shield, and Snowflake by herself couldn't contain the entire slap's force. At that time, he had a new vision. It was when he had transferred schools once he had realized the students were trying to kill him. Apparently, he was taking a music recital with his teacher, and one of the conspiring kids there had messed with the fire alarm so it wouldn't go off. The carpet underneath had been sprayed with gasoline the night before, and the door was sealed shut from the outside by a electronic locking system guarded by a hundred of his hateful classmate's navis. A lit match was all was needed to drive the non-related students and SH into a panic, and the teacher to dive 5 floors down into the pavement face first. Ouch. It was unbareably hot, scorching to say the least as all of the students huddled together. Beads of sweat lined up on SH's brow as he recalled that Kyra was out to lunch with a few friends of hers in the Yoka Network. And then all went black once more as he fainted from the heat. 'I suppose in a way, I had gained a phobia of fire in general. But at least this idiot can't read minds.' SH grinned, only feet away from colliding with his target, just as the bottom part of his pants ripped to reveal two strange-looking mechanical rings around each leg. From the rings, emerged a strange assembly of moving rods and metal sticks that merged and formed together, with a 4 foot-long blade at the end which pierced the ground. Slowly but surely, the anchor of the 4 leg blades slowed him down and prevented him from crashing into his teammate. However....SH was bent down a bit due to to the smack, so Lilith had a nice view of his buttocks. Right before he snapped out of his memory, he 'cut the cheese' towards her, with a stench so foul even a stunk would run away from. "Ah....excuse me. Limberger sausages." SH said, apologizing to anyone who could have heard him. |
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| Cookie_Commando | Apr 16 2010, 05:29 AM Post #51 |
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Do the right thing...
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To best describe the movement patterns JP made with each "localization" back into the light world (if this place could even be considered that), the dashes looked entirely too much like someone performing suicides, albiet at a very, VERY fast pace. This worked two ways. One, performing the actual jump wasn't nearly as physically draining (performed correctly) as doing the suicide dashes completely would be. The second way was that, by performing each jump in quick succession, the loss and gain of energy would remain stable (meaning he could keep gathering energy with the jumps, and if he didn't pause for too long with each "localization" back into the light world, the energy wouldn't be lost as quickly. Then, the Beast brought forth its claws in order to "clap" on JP everytime he appeared on one end of the jump route. Good idea...if the hands themselves weren't so large. True, JP may have been a bit too distracted to see something small coming in toward him between such rapid localizations, but the hands were big enough to crush him, and even if he turned his head to the side, there was no way he could miss those big-ass things coming in from one side to intercept his route. The evasion was simple: JP simply increased his "localization" range further, so he wouldn't "localize" in the path that the Beast's Hands were covering (or clapping, rather). The realization of what the thing was doing also helped JP devise a countermeasure: should his jump route become too cluttered by interdiction, he would simply randomize his path, making the attempt to "localize" around various points on the skyscraper rooftop. Of course, he would definitely need to keep this up. He could only "localize" so many times before being drained, and he would need to continue to gather enough energy to perform a kinetic death blow to the target. Now, it was a matter of time.
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| Zero | Apr 18 2010, 11:29 AM Post #52 |
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Lilith had taken the damage, but she had formulated a better strategy. Use her powers to contain her own immense powers for the short time she could and stop this madness. Having fallen to the ground she had created a Darkness Illusion not hidden inside the one of the buildings. Flying outside a window, as SH would fall upon her real self. The Darkness Illusion began to charge her ki into something that would at least knockout the man for his insolence, but as he farted the real Lilith became...angry. Angry enough to forget her memories, the wrath would overwhelm any demon such as herself while she laid on the ground, as wings sprung out and grabbed him by turning into black hands, then suddenly throwing him towards the Illusion. The Illusion had prepared for this though, sending her arm forward as her wings changed into a new form which nobody outside the Demon realm had seen. A Giant CANNON WHICH SUDDENLY shot out a massive concentrated wave of ki that would certain do what the name of the attack was to do. "SOUL ERASER!" ![]() "DIE YOU PATHETIC WORTHLESS SCUM!" the real Lilith cried, as she knocked out in her attempt to throw him. Apparently, the one in complete control of the powers now was the Darkness Illusion...She had three more, well posts >_> left before she left and it's all pain for Mr. SH from here on out. Edited by Zero, Apr 18 2010, 11:29 AM.
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| Captain | Apr 18 2010, 12:10 PM Post #53 |
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((Just a reminder for you, CC, we're not on the roof. Never were. We're in a giant plain arena floating in the void of DARKNESS)) Ka-SHATTER Midori's work payed off, and shattered the squeezing hand into little bits, freeing her from the suffocation. She was free to attack once again, and considering how things were starting to go, this might end up in their favor! JP, meanwhile, only served to annoy (Well, annoy as much as you can t an emotionless demon thingy) Maxer-Eternity. His claps became more random, going out on random directions and lengths.He was going to squish this bug of a human. Meanwhile, he spoke "ACCEPT....NOTHINGNESS....CAST ASIDE YOU HEARTS. BE FREE FROM PAIN. LOSS. DEATH. SUFFERING. ACCEPT OUR POWER. JOIN US." He said, confident that by now the memories would be enough to convince them to join their side. If not, then hopefully a few more seconds would be enough. |
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| Lord_Shadow | Apr 18 2010, 06:25 PM Post #54 |
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Eldritch Consumer, Part-time insane human
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"..." Midori crumpled to the ground, her mouth open but no sound coming out. She looked up at the monstrosity before her. It spouted more words. She couldn't hear what it said. The memories blasted her faster and more frequently. She was no longer able to cope with the flood of emotion. Her whole being ached. She got up with great difficulty. Surrender. That was the only thing on her mind. Maybe, just maybe, he'd stop if she just gave up. She raised her hands in the air. "<S r en e . i e p.>" She was ready to completely give up, until one image came into her mind. Her siblings. Although the memory of them was probably something bad she'd done and wanted to forgot, for some reason it made her think the opposite. Her reason to fight. The reason she was here. She brought her claymore to her side. She jumped up and brought them under her feet. It was a little strange and difficult, balancing on her claymores, but she was determined to make it work. She readied her keyblade and forced her claymores to take her straight into that bastard's face. She raised her keyblade as high as she could, and brought it down with all the strength her arms could muster. "<Aaaaaaaaaaaah!>" No more. She wouldn't let him toy with her mind anymore. She'd wipe him from existence. |
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| Cookie_Commando | Apr 19 2010, 08:53 PM Post #55 |
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Do the right thing...
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JP could now feel his muscles begin their anaerobic process in his legs, pumping each foot as he touched the ground to continue onward and to, more importantly, retain the energy and momentum from the last maneuvers. Such a thing was not easy to do. He was already breathing hard, cellular respiration needed to expend more ATP molecules to provide the "energy" he needed to keep himself going. It was kind of like a train, one could say. It wasn't just the energy of the train engine that was building, but also the cars attached along with it. Even if the lead vehicle stopped, the others behind it would come forth into it. Doing his best to keep his "localization" spots random, JP kept attempting to track the giant hand of the Demon that, he figured, was attempting to swat him. Evading such a large and visible threat wasn't much of an issue. Attempting to gain a clear route to the head source of the Demon was, though. This giant hand kept getting in the way. No problem. Using his visor, JP took every glance at the giant hand that his maneuvers would permit. The HUD began to display various data relating to the composition, structure, etc. of the giant hand. Why? Well, figuring that the hand would somehow get in his way if he made an attempt to strike the head of the Demon, JP surmised that he might have to go "through" the hand instead. He was hoping he wouldn't, but the more this kept up, the more it looked that way. Indeed, the reading his visor HUD provided were factoring in speed, momentum, mass variables, volume, entropy, etc. An information overload for a normal person. JP had learned to tune most of this out during such ferocious engagements and merely pick out the things he needed to think about (much like Sherlock Holmes would be presented with alot of information, and then hurry to ignore or discard the info he didn't need to provide retention capability for the things he did need). In this case, it was the question of how much energy would he need to pierce the giant hand and continue on to the Demon face. Or maybe even Maxer himself (though JP couldn't see such a close strike as likely to succeed). But, he definitely couldn't keep this up for ever. He would have to strike now, and finish this. Localizing back into the light world, JP made a sudden jerk to his right, twisting himself so that he would be facing the giant Demon from across the arena. He then performed another localization, this time making his return 10 meters ahead. It would look like he was heading across a runway straight toward the Demon (which he indeed was). Figuring this was the best course of action, he would keep this route. The giant hand would probably come to swat him, which was fine (he would be ready to destroy it). If it didn't, then that was fine too. It would simply mean more energy for the destruction of the Demon. Try as he might, he could not tune out the ever-increasing volume of the Demon's voice. JP had a response in his head, however, for everything it said. This was critical, of course, as to why JP remained unaffected by the persuasion of the creature. "ACCEPT..." I've tried...more than you know... "NOTHINGNESS" In a world where there is so much of everything? I wish. "CAST ASIDE YOU HEARTS" Easier said than done. Corruption of the heart is not even as easy as it sounds. "BE FREE FROM PAIN. LOSS. DEATH. SUFFERING." Impossible. Such mercy doesn't exist in any world I've ever been to. "ACCEPT OUR POWER. JOIN US" ...If only I truly could. Freedom is one thing I have never had. JP blurred. Everything around him blurred. The air was a swirling of blues, purples, and blacks. It was static, as if the very fabric of the spacial area was being torn asunder. He felt the Keyblade, Guilty Conscience, form within the grasp of his right hand. His feet left the ground. Though he couldn't really feel it, JP had enough energy behind him to go through tanks. Through walls. Through buildings. All of the energy gathered from violent undertakings into a world which exists, and a world which shouldn't. A world that, by its very nature, must exist in order to prove the existence of the present. The very same laws enacted, minus the opposite of each. There was no stopping now. The moment his feet left the ground, carried by the energy of insurmountable volume (electromagnetic, dark, light, infared...every energy of the universe that exists within the plane of reality). The Keyblade wouldn't even need to be pressed. The mere contact of the target was all that was needed. The energy needed to penetrate anything was already carried by JP and his wake. Let the Demon hand come up to stop him. Let some foreign blade or object come up to intercept him. Let it. JP knew. He knew that, at this moment, nothing would truly be able to stop what was about to occur. The blade would soon make contact with the face of the Demon, unless it had some radical counter. Even so. Something would meet the energy being carried by JP. And woe behold whatever that thing would be. |
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| Super Hurricane | Apr 20 2010, 12:10 AM Post #56 |
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The Middleman (stubborn, yet relaxed)
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"Art of Six Fangs: Bleak Divide." SH's mind became entirely blank, his eyes sharp as razors, even as new memories emerged, such as the time of his first food poisoning, the time when he drove the family car at the age of 10 into a tree, and when he was held up for ransom by a band of rogue Girl Scouts with Uzis. Even in mid-flight flying towards the charging cannon, he kept his composure and physical drawing stance, he swung both short swords in a fast drawing motion in mid-air with explosive power, just as the energy erupted from the barrel. Without warning, the energy beam was split in twine, divided by the magnometal that was built into each kodachi. Of course, SH still suffered some minor burns on his hands as a result upon landing, and part of his T-shirt uniform was damaged. But the pain of the memories only stimulated his sense of battle as a result, ignoring the wounds taken as he ran past the Darkness. "Sorry, but I don't have time to play around with a cosplayer with a big gun. Come back when you use a sword." With that, he ran straight towards Maxer with another battle cry and anguish. "Now you're just making stuff up! Even if we did join you, how the heck do we know that we won't become Clockwork Angels ourselves? Why are only the Members of the Organization in human form, awhile your minions aren't? Answer me that before telling me to join your ranks!" SH threw Snowflake directly at the skullhead, the spinning 6-sided Keyblade was going to chop up anything that got in the way with deadly precision. |
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| Captain | Apr 23 2010, 04:24 PM Post #57 |
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OOC: Okay, you guys have waited long enough. Game over, and good job everyone. BIC: Maxer-Eternity simply laughed at these fool's defiance. "USELESS...ATTACKS..." He said, before being hit by JP's shadow ball. "AUGH!" the beast roared out, before Midori's slash joined in, Doing to him what maxer had done to JP: Unbelievable agony. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUGH!" it roared out, the two remaining hands falling to the ground and dissolving to dust. "WHAT....HOW..." He roared out, unable to comprehend how the keyblade did this kind of damage to him. He was a nobody, a being without light or darkness, without heart, without feelings! The only thing that would be hurt this much would be a hear- ... That clever bastard. "HA...." The beast coughed out. "HA HA HA HA HA! XEMNAS! CRAFTY BASTARD! THIS WAS YOUR PLAN B!" He said, as his very being began to fade into darkness. "AS MY PLAN ENDS, HIS BEGINS ANEW! HIS POWER WILL BE ETERNAL, PAVED WITH THE BODIES OF THE TWELVE!" He laughed out, before seeming to explode into darkness, said darkness seeming to consume the area.... Through the darkness the brave warriors would end up returned to the plaza below the skyscraper. They were back to their normal ages. The memories, while still fresh in their minds, would no long resurface against their will. They had won. |
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