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Post by deathsentence on Aug 6, 2012 0:09:02 GMT -5
[[Rules: fight this boss with one or more characters. That's it. By the way, my writing will suck b@lls, but whatever.]]
Between Heaven and Hell exists a plane of existence that was once the battleground for a man's search to obtain the forbidden fruit; his ambition to become god. Within this realm is an infinite space, where the souls of the captured are nothing more than a shell of who they once were. The entire plane of existence is made up of these 'shells of existences'; ethereal humans that are made up of the color of the rainbow. There is no sky, no ground, no sea, only a space that is made up of these beings that "he" referred to as "Homunculus". They writhe in agony and anguish, howling in cries as a way for a means of escape.
However, there was one being standing in the center of this universe; a knight in dull gray armor. Nothing more, nothing less. The only thing peculiar about this knight was his sheathed sword hilt, and it was nothing more than a ivory white feather. He also wore a red cape with a design that depicted the creation of this world's universe, the translucent ball of rainbow.
The knight let out an enraged howl, one that cursed a fate worse than death; oblivion itself. Being forgotten and left to die. A fate that would affect each "life" in each "thread" of existence. He, was no doubt, an example of such a life.
The knight remembered that he once felt love, hate, anger, kindness, and the hearts of others he deemed as "friends". However, those friends were nowhere to be found, and his legacy was never created. This was his chance at retribution. This was his chance to fill the loneliness in his heart and reclaim what he once lost.
He will face his opponent, for it is nothing compared to oblivion itself. He was a forgotten "life" in a forgotten "thread of existence". Now he will once again, take out his sword.
Come...face the One that No One Knows...
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Post by Jisui on Aug 6, 2012 0:32:18 GMT -5
"Oh...? What an interesting creature I've found." A blind woman, her eyes blindfolded with bandages, stepped forward in the darkness of the realm. Garbed in a purple robe with a dark black cross patterned on the back, the woman known as Longinus, the God Killer, smiled at the fallen knight, her eyes able to see the energy tapped inside of the being. Without a doubt, it was enough to kill her several times over. And that... was fine for her. The title Longinus had not come from trifling foes at any rate. Tossing her robe to the side, she revealed a tight black top and pants under her robe, the assassin's figure covered with purple tattoos that looked like runes. As the runes began to glow an ominous violet light, she smirked, getting herself into a comfortable fighting stance.
Alma Vaux: reflectioneternal.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=hisui&action=display&thread=356
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Post by BloodValkyrie on Aug 6, 2012 0:49:06 GMT -5
"Oh, this is quite a surprise..." A feminine voice, with a slight british accent, came from behind the blind woman and fallen angel. A woman in a red and black dress and black arm-length gloves with long black hair walked up next to them, stopping on Alma's right side. Her skin was pale and her eyes were large and a bright green. She wore black eyeliner and light eyeshadow and she had two large sheathes on her back, each one housing one of her blades. On the outside of her right hip was a Desert Eagle, safely in its holster.
"I'm merely traveling and I come across such an interesting knight. Perhaps he can give me some adequate entertainment?"
Veronica looked at Alma and angel, as if just noticing they were there.
"Hm. I suppose having allies during this battle won't be that bad."
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Post by deathsentence on Aug 6, 2012 1:26:09 GMT -5
Within this realm, should have been only the knight himself, yet fate awarded him the combatants he so desperately desired. However, such an intrusion was nothing more than an obstruction. The knight slowly walked towards the group, murmuring lowly audible whispers:
"Er...a....Ca...l.....Tae...Ai...Azr.."
The knight extended his arm as if to chase away something or someone that was lost. His hand shook frantically and came to a stop. He gasped. What he was trying to search for was not there.
"............"
The knight's extended hand suddenly balled into a fist. As if damning the ceiling of corpses from above, he let out a loud beastly howl. A howl that echoed across the entirety of the realm, causing all of the world's inhuman residents to moan in sorrow. It wasn't before long that the knight came to a sudden halt; a sudden resignation of what was once there was nothing more than a memory. Slowly, he brought his hand up again once more, and gazed at it one more time. When he focused his attention again at the party of combatants, his hand was already on the hilt of his sword.
It felt like ages since he last unsheathed his sword. When he did, the realm of beings acknowledged such an action with demonic shrieks and moans. In the knight's hand was the hilt of the ivory feather; its blade however, was made up of the cosmos.
As if to revel in the glory of this fight. The knight brandished his blade up into the heavens. When he did, hundreds and hundreds of rainbow colored spheres came to form. The blade was the epitome of victory; victorious with every slash. Now, it has reached the pinnacle of perfection.
Calm, yet brisk; the knight slowly walked towards his opponents; sword in hand. He faces his opponents with his sword, and his damned army. The artifacts that crafted his forgotten legacy will now aid him in this fight.
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Post by Jisui on Aug 6, 2012 17:05:30 GMT -5
The time for words were over. Alma felt her blind eyes gaze over the battlefield, taking in the amount of energy the knight was emitting. If energy to her was visible like flames, this knight was a roaring bonfire, scraping the skies with his power. She hoped her allies were competent at least.
"Don't get too close!" She warned to the angel and maiden, from the sound of it, it seemed the knight had unsheathed his sword. Somehow... it felt like a terrible mistake to get near him. Then, she would test his strength from afar...!
Her purple runic tattoos glowing an ominous violet again, she held out both of her arms to the knight, her usual smile returning to her. A violent discharge of energy began to erupt from both of her palms, the assassin attempting to pepper the knight with moderately sized energy blasts from a distance.
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Post by BloodValkyrie on Aug 6, 2012 17:14:52 GMT -5
Veronica's right eye twitched, as she felt the tremendous power erupting from the knight. Even after all the different opponents she had faced, both man and demon, she had yet to encounter a being of such raw power and emotion. His sorrow, his anguish, his anger. She could feel all of it.
The bloody maiden was not afraid. No, she was interested. Impressed. Excited. But she was also no fool and was fully aware that getting close to this entity was near suicide. A small experiment was in order.
Veronica drew her gun and aimed at the knight's chest, firing a single corrosive shot. If it hit, it would most likely burns through the armor and into a few layers of his flesh. Of course, this all depended on how strong said armor was.
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Post by deathsentence on Aug 25, 2012 23:37:48 GMT -5
Whether it was Alma's rune blasts or Veronica's corrosive shot, the knight wouldn't dare let itself get hit. Beckoned by his tremendous world-shaking roar appeared a dome-shaped barrier that covered his figure. The attacks were helplessly nullified, however the knight was on the defense despite his intimidating nature, sword still in hand.
Or so one thought. The countless number of orbs that surrounded him would be his army in this fight. With another inhuman roar, the orbs around him shifted into a hellish red color; a gruesome contrast compared to the once beautiful color they were before. They were the essence of the realm where the wicked were damned. It wouldn't be odd for one to say that they were indeed the form of "Hell" itself.
The terrain too, would no doubt play a use in this battle as well. The infinite number of animated rainbow colored corpses began shrieking; foreshadowing the coming war between the powers of heaven and hell. The so called "ground" beneath Alma and Veronica's feet twisted and turned. With a sudden crack, the realm below their figure shattered into what appeared to be an empty space, filled with a bright warm peaceful light. It was a realm where the pure sought to enter. It would not even be an exaggeration to say that this was "Heaven" in its entirety.
One after the other, the orbs surrounding the knight shot at rapid succession at the trio of combatants. As those orbs shot directly at those three, more of the space beneath their feet crumbled and vanished, replacing it with that beautiful space of "Heaven". Being hit by the orbs would prove to be disastrous, but that wasn't the main intention. To smash "Heaven" with "Hell" would be a mere comedy to the knight. It would be his form of an "alchemist's" so called "Commedia."
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