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Post by Shin RyuKen on Jul 6, 2011 22:05:48 GMT -5
Alen thudded to the floor at the impact of Aku's kick, but he was certain he at least landed a blow to Emily's head. A red mist had suddenly emerged at Alen's torso and spinal area, but did not spread, as if daring the vampire or the swordsman to get close. He was left to shake his head, questioning the threats spewed at him. "You don't scare me if that's what you two were aiming for. Unlike you, I don't fear Death. I'd just rather not be weaker than him when I escape from Hell."
But of course, he stayed put, back facing the floor. Clearly he had other intentions, but his gait was passive and he laid comfortably, ignoring the pain drawn to his back. His composure was quickly regained and he thought with sheer wit, dismissing his prior failure with the pleasure of seeing the swordsman fall victim to his anger.
"If you insist that this woman is suddenly worth preserving...I'll give you a little while longer before she can look me in the eye and dare scorn me again."
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Post by Jisui on Jul 9, 2011 23:34:51 GMT -5
[quote author=hisui board=mainplay thread=5 post=219 Artura - Miriam's Apartment ~ 7:26"Ahh... damn it. Sorry, I didn't mean it to sound like that, Eleris..." Darien muttered with a tone of slight guilt, rubbing the back of neck as he glanced down. But, what more could he say? It was all just so... coincidental for him. Apparently, Claire shared his thoughts, because, with a short sigh, she crossed one of her legs over her other leg in a more comfortable spot, leaning back against the wall as she regarded the group. "I know it sounds... strange, but even if, like this girl says," she quickly gestured toward Subject A, who had shed light on who had ordered the attack, "There had to have been some outside help for the security to go off as the guys came at us. Your mom..." Claire was about to continue, glancing at the stunned Eleris and deciding not to continue with her train of thought. Even she had a soft side to these kinds of matters, and dealing family was serious. "Maybe it was someone else. We don't know. But someone helped that man, I'm sure of it." She was about to say who was the most likely suspect. Seline Warren, Eleris' mother and the person with the closest connection to them and easiest access to Artura Security... "Claire, I think she gets it." Darien finally muttered, sighing after a short period of silence. This was sudden... and it sounded somewhat harsh to him. But whoever had tried to off them had tried to harm his friends and sister, and he would find the one responsible no matter what. [/quote] [[Back. You're up Sacchin ]]
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Post by Tokrochiru on Jul 10, 2011 2:26:18 GMT -5
(WIP)
Neither Rean nor Vastion could find any justification to kill her. They could have listed countless reasons she deserved death. But no justification. If Rean killed her, he would have simply done it out of hatred. If Vastion killed her, it would have been merciless. Even someone like her deserved a second chance. After surviving through the eight hour war, who wouldn't be driven mad. She didn't need any more punishment. She needed help.
Rean and Vastion joined the blockade preventing Alen from reaching Emily.
Thump
Vastion tripped.
Thump
He clutched his head as the recognizable fear took hold of him. Not again. What again? He didn't know, but he knew that he knew it. He didn't want to know it. He pushed it out. He clawed at his head, desperately trying to pull out the part of his brain that allowed him to think of it. He smashed his forehead against the ground, to alleviate the pain.
Rean tried to ask what was wrong, but Vastion, nor anyone else heard anything come out of his mouth. He couldn't have said anything, because he was gone.
Zemna tried to comment, but to no avail. His chest was suddenly ripped open, revealing nothing but an inhuman breastbone. There were no organs or even muscles underneath. Just bone. His head split in two, and his body hit the ground, shattering into gory, broken pieces. The concrete hugged Mosharu, and dragged him under.
It was as if the universe had just suddenly stopped working. Nothing was making sense. Things were distorting and twisting in ways indescribable.
Writhing, puss-covered, stretched faces reached out of the concrete and began devouring Aire's legs, bit by bit, until she was completely eaten. She could not escape.
The sky fell on top of Lucii, crushing her to through the ground, and into the fiery abyss below. There was no escape.
Illness claimed Altair and caused his insides to fill with white puss, until he nearly exploded from the inside out. He bubbled and melted into a stinking, brown substance. There was no escape.
Emily's eyes caught fire, and was dragged away by an invisible arm. There was no escape.
Byakutora's throat was chewed out as his body was rocked an invisible force. There was no escape.
Inferno and Yeshua were torn completely in half, like paper. There was no escape.
Miya's jets stopped working, and her suit began to tighten until it crushed her completely. There was no escape.
Alen's head was repeatedly smashed into the ground by arms stronger than his. His skull cracked open, and his brains leaked out. There was no escape.
Krizno, as hard as he may have resisted, couldn't resist the sudden urge to tear his own flesh apart and devour it. There was no escape.
Vastion witnessed it all. He wanted to vomit. but nothing came out. Nothing inside of him felt real enough to be emptied.
He looked ahead, and saw a silhouette of a kind looking man. He couldn't make out the features. All he knew was that he had a sympathetic look on his face.
The world in front of him tore in half, as if someone had simply cut the scenery with a knife. The color Magenta bursted forth from the opening screaming familiar phrases.
"Come here, you little rascal!"
"You should let your feelings out. It's not nice to keep them from your family and friends."
"Do you want to go tree climbing? I'm scared to do it all by myself."
"Mommy! MOMMY, IT HURTS!!!"
Vastion ran in the opposite direction, trying to run away from the hole in the universe. The ground below him cracked and broke apart as he ran. He wanted to say that he'd never been so scared in his life, but for some reason, he couldn't.
He continued to run as the world broke apart. The world ahead of him gradually turned from looking realistic, to fake, as if it was drawn by a child in crayon. He ran past the childish drawings of murder and rape, trying not to look at them.
He ran past the burning mansion, trying not to remember it.
((Just to clarify, this does NOT mean that everyone is dead. If you want, feel free to post your characters' reactions to being mutilated. If you don't want to, then go ahead and wait for my next post. This is only labeled as a WIP because I haven't edited in my response to Chingo and Raiga yet. I'll get to that tommorow, regardless of whether or not you guys decide to post or not.))
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Post by SlvrNight on Jul 10, 2011 12:08:11 GMT -5
~ ??:?? ??A feeling suddenly overcame Krizno. He felt like his stomach was screaming, like his insides were blazing with hunger. He wrapped his arms around his stomach, attempting to hold back the sensation. His yellow eyes widened when it persisted and he quickly fell to his knees. He looked around at everyone, noticing they were all...dying? He saw Zeman burst into a gory mess and just topple to the ground. There were no organs and such in the mess, but the lightning demon was too confused and shocked to even give this a thought. He saw Aire be devoured by disgusting demonic faces from the earth and also saw Yeshua and Inferno being cleaved in half by some invisible force. Krizno kept looking around, seeing all his allies fall to their unnatural fates. The hunger within Krizno kept growing and he, lastly, looked at Vastion. He noticed he was not dying like the others had and forced himself to think straight for that brief moment. Was he somehow linked to this hellish slaughter? Or maybe whatever was causing this was saving him for last...either way, him still being fine could not have been a coincidence! There must be a connecti- All rational thought within Krizno was crushed. He looked down at his hands, an insane smile crossing his face. This skin...blocking all the warm, wonderful flesh within... He wanted to be rid of it. He wanted this damned layer out of his way! He wanted to get at the delicious and succulent meat within! The lightning then proceeded to rip apart his skin and devour his own flesh. As he did this, his final spark of rational thought broke through and his eyes shifted towards Vastion. He wanted to throw one final insult at the horned man, but was not able to spit out the flesh within his mouth, nor stop eating for a second. "This has something to do with you!! I KNOW IT DOES!! I am the apprentice of the legendary CARL MAKKURA!! I WILL NOT SUCCUMB TO SOMEONE ELSE'S IDIOTIC WILL!!!" Suddenly, Krizno spat out a small bit of the flesh and he slammed the ground in agony. "I WILL CONTROL MYSELF! I WILL STOP THIS!! AND I -" This final spark of rationality then vanished, and the lightning demon continued to consume himself. Miya was too high in the sky to clearly see what everyone's fate was below, but she knew something bad was happening. She gasped in shock when she felt her jets cease function, while her whole body felt a tightening around it. She remained calm and commanded her armor to search for outside attacks, but it detected nothing. The tightening increased and Miya released a small grunt of pain. She attempted to move her arms, but to no avail. Her mind began racing as she began to panic, realizing it was her suit itself that was tightening. The white-haired woman could not think of any logical explanation for such an event and rested her mind upon one explanation. Magic. Or sorcery of some kind. Either way, there was nothing she could do to stop this. Her eyes shifted down towards the people below, and her helmet zoomed in on them without her command, showing the grisly fates of her allies. Miya's helmet focused in on Zemna, and she saw him split open and fall apart. She wanted to scream out to him but suddenly felt her torso tighten and her ribs went into her lungs, only making blood come out. The helmet next zoomed in on Krizno, showing him resisting and, ultimately, devouring his own flesh. Miya had seen such scenes before, but not with someone who she actually knew. Even though she was not truly fond of the lightning demon at all, she hated to see this happen to him. She hated to see this happen to all of those who she had just been allies with minutes ago. The suit tightened once more and Miya felt her fingers become crushed, her gauntlets filled with their blood. She began to accept her fate, fully knowing they were all powerless to stop this. Not even a minute after this, the suit crushed her into nothing but blood and gore.
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Post by Advix on Jul 12, 2011 19:54:43 GMT -5
Byakutora shuddered as Emily's eyes caught fire as he held her in his arm. "Archimedes! What's happening?!" Suddenly, he felt an invisible force pull on her body, as if it was trying to drag her away. He fought it, trying to save her, until he felt as if something had bit his throat out. Blood dripped from his mouth and the gaping hole in his neck, and Emily was yanked out of his hands, his strength draining out of him with him along with his blood. He fell forward, watching as Emily was dragged away to god knows where. He couldn't even call out to her. He couldn't even punch the ground in frustration. He was starting to lose consciousness when he felt as if something had grabbed his hips. He didn't even have time to be startled when the feeling of something long and hard was jammed into his rectum. Something was raping him. He didn't know what or how, but something was raping him, and he couldn't even scream in pain. It pounded him fast and hard as his consciousness faded. He was beginning to cry. For the first time in a long time, he was truly scared, and in horrid pain. He failed to save Emily, his strength had left him, and he was being savagely raped by something he couldn't even see as he bled to death. As his mind raced in his final moments, it focused back on that one woman, the woman who had raised him like a mother. Even if she had abandoned him, his mind cried out for her, begging for her to somehow save him.
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Post by Tokrochiru on Jul 15, 2011 22:51:02 GMT -5
Engorged - Aire
A nonstop injection. A never ending feast.
The fleshy, pulsing tube pumped the black substance into Aire as she awoke, naked, and encapsulated in some sort of slimy, muscular pod.
The black liquid tasted sweet. Incredibly sweet. It tasted great. Almost great enough to drown out the pain of being pumped with such unhealthy amounts of it. If it continued to pour the substance into Aire, it could very well cause her to explode from the inside out, killing her.
But it tasted so good.
Was it worth dying for?
It tasted good. Why not?
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The Harem - Byakutora
Byakutora awoke to the feeling sound of beautiful, feminine singing. Pale, veiny, white arms rubbed his chest tenderly as they sang. There was no body attached to the arms. They reached up from the ground. The brown, muddy, syrup-covered ground. There was nothing in sight but darkness, illuminated by spice scented candles.
The arms continued to use the mouths located near the wrists to sing as they rubbed him down, and started to move to lower areas.
It was tender. It was very tender.
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Shattered Glass Castle - Yeshua and Inferno
Yeshua and Inferno awoke on opposite sides of the same wall. A clear, cracked, glass wall. Sharp, blocky crystalline structures protruded from the ground. The ground was cold, solid ice. Ice that could not be melted by Inferno's flames. The sky was glittered and foggy. Reflective glass shards floated high up in the air, reaching toward the never ending, pale sky.
And the two were still torn in half.
They were not bleeding, or dying, and they could breath and move whatever parts of the body were there just fine. But they were still missing a half of their bodies. Inferno was missing his left half, while Yeshua was missing his right.
The objective seemed obvious, but it was far from either of their reach.
They were helpless without each other. They were nothing without each other.
Any delusions of individuality they had were just that. Delusions.
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Cancers - Altair
Altair awoke to the sound of a man choking, desperately gasping for air. He was floting in something horrible. Foul. Tan colored and thick. Was it vomit? No, vomit didn't smell this horrible. It was only a small puddle, but there many, many, many more like it all round him.
A never ending sea of shallow puddles.
Grotesque, vaguely humanoid shaped writhed in the ground. The ground so thickly, yet firmly wrapped around them. It was as if the puddle-riddled ground was some sort of growth coming from their bodies.
This seemed to be the case, as round, white, fleshy growth slowly started to grow all over Altair's body. The ground seemed to be formed of such growths.
A never ending sea of puddles, writing bodies and white cancers.
A never ending sea of disease.
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The Factory - Miya
Miya lied on the conveyor belt, slowly moving toward her doom. Dressed in rags, she slowly moved down the narrow, rusty corridor to meet her fate. The human bodies ahead of her each screamed, cried, and whelped as the guillotines, sawblades, and mechanical arms chopped, sliced, and pulled them apart. At the end of the corridor, their bodies were drained of all substance by what looked like hundreds of long, injector needles.
Miya was free to move, but there was nothing behind her, but a wall, and long chute that reached up into the sky. From the chute dropped more bodies, waiting to be sliced apart.
There was no way to climb up the chute as is, and simply allowing the conveyor belt to carry her forth would only lead her to her doom. What was she to do?
What could she do to stop it?
What could she have done?
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Underwreckage - Lucii
Lucii had something lodged in her wrist, and ankle. They were rusty, like nails. They WERE nails. The broken pieces of wood above her threatened to crush her should it collapse. The sound of creaking and snaps seemed both loud and quiet.
The wreckage was so close to her that she barely even had half a foot of breathing room. The wood from the wreckage was so close to her, she could lick it.
She needed to get out, before it all collapsed on her.
She needed out. She needed out.
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Inferior - Alen
It was nighttime, in the forest with the infinitely high reaching black trees. Visibility was low. The ground smelled like feces. The dirt was soggy, and sticky.
Alen found it difficult to breath. It wasn't the smell. It was simply hard to breath. His lungs were weak. Had he tried to move, he would have noticed his arms were weak too. Every part of him was weak, and thin. His arms barely held any muscle, and his skin wrapped so tightly around his bones, he could have been mistaken for a zombie.
Alen was weak.
Alen was a weakling.
Alen was helpless.
Alen should just let himself die.
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Merciless Me - Krizno
Krizno woke up standing. Standing on a rooftop, to be precise. The rooftop of one of the many, infinitely tall skyscrapers surrounding him. Each one went so far down, it could have dizzied a man just by looking at it. A dense, red fog prevented Krizno from seeing was at the bottom. Was there a street with cars and sidewalks down below, or did the chasm just continue on forever? Who knew?
Two people stood before him. One looked vaguely familiar. A robed man, wielding a cyan-colored sword, identical to the one Vastion carried. The other he should have recognized right away. His master, Carl Makkura stood there, with his scythes out and ready.
"Did you know," Carl said. "That you're a murderer?"
"Did you know," the robed man said. "That you're a coward?"
"Did you know," Carl said. "That you're a liar?"
"Did you know," the robed man said. "That you're a rapist?"
"Did you know," they both said. "That you're a demon?"
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Post by Platinum-06-Grillz on Jul 21, 2011 21:22:38 GMT -5
Shattered Glass Castle ~ ~ ??:?? ??Being torn in half was shocking to the duo as it was ruthless. They suddenly came to inside a strange castle. They felt drowsy and could not maintain their balance for some odd reason. The reason behind this odd condition became obvious as soon as they looked into their reflections through a cracked glass wall beside them; Yeshua and Inferno saw that they were torn in half entirely. They freaked out and jumped back slightly from the shock. Inferno stepped on one of the tiny spikes on the floor and naturally reacted by hovering above the ground. Yeshua wore shoes, so he did not have to worry about stepping on any sharp objects. Yet it was freezing inside the room they were inside. He felt the sting from the prick the vodic received on his heel and immediately tried to call out to him. "Inferno, where are you!? I'm seriously freaking out here!" The spiky-haired fighter's ears perked up and thought at that moment that his partner was nearby. He looked to the wall and saw Yeshua in his bewildered state on the other side. "No duh, Sherlock. I see you on the other side of this glass wall." Yeshua's attention was soon turned to the glass wall and he hopped toward the structure to answer the vodic's call. Inferno did the same. "Dude. I think I'm going crazy, but I think we're-" "Ripped in half like tissue paper. Tell me something I don't know. Like, where the heck are we anyways?" Much to Yeshua's confusion at the question he received, he continued observing his environment and could not attain a single clue. "I have no idea. Last I remembered, that guy was trying to defend Emily. Then we somehow wound up in this strange room with our bodies ripped apart." "Yeesh. I don't know about you, but that had to be the worst headache of my life." "Tell me about it..." These odd occurrences were just so sudden, it was hard for either of them to think straight. "...So... what are we gonna do now?" "Don't be lookin' at me. You're the idea guy!" The boy sighed and leaned against the wall trying to adjust to the conditions and regain his composure. The wall was closely observed meanwhile and an idea came to him as soon as he realized every square inch of the wall was covered in cracks. This was not noticed earlier due to the astonishment of losing half of their bodies. "Inferno, I have an idea. Look at the wall closely. You should notice numerous areas are shattered. Break this wall apart." "You don't half to tell me twice." He began winding up for a large punch and struck the wall with all of his force. The punch had no effect and the recoil from the blow hurt both of their hands. "Hot d**n, son! Is this magic glass or something!?" After the failed attempt, the two shook their hands repeatedly trying to shake off the pain. "Well, that didn't Work out." As Yeshua tried to shake the pain in his hand away, a realization came to him. He stared at his hand trying to think for a few seconds and looked at Inferno through the wall. His reflection was aligned with Inferno, then the thought finally struck him. "Dude, why are you lookin' at me like that? You fallin' in love with me or something? You and I both know I don't play tha-" "No, you goof. I just realized something." "Go on. I'm all ears." "Well... all this time, we always saw ourselves as polar opposites. We fight all the time, we hardly work together in combat, and we overall don't see eye to eye. Despite all of this, we've always relied on each other to surpass each and every hardship we've ever faced." "Hmmm... I'm not following you." "What I'm trying to say is that we both are extremely different, but whenever we work together as one, we overcame almost anything the enemy tries to throw at us. Because you and I are so different, we try to handle certain things on our own. We need to change this and look at things in a different light. Obstacles like this are easy to overcome if we use our differences in order work together instead of separately. Get my drift?" "I see," Inferno nodded in response. "When we first met, you were a total wimp back then. I can see now that you've definitely got some guts somewhere down the road. You're certainly right. So how about we break this thing down so I can get over there and perform a good ol' fashioned fusion dance with you, brother!" Yeshua paused for a moment and noticed the irony behind this truth in their current physical forms. "........Holy crud." The idea may have been pretty obscure, but the teenager could not help but agree. "Anyway, raise your hand up to mine against the glass." Both of them placed their hands together and a surge of energy started to overwhelm the chain-riddled fighter. As it turns out, all of the swordsman's strength was completely transferred to him and increased his overall power. Inferno was briefly surprised since he had forgotten Yeshua could use such a technique. "Heh. Why didn't you try this sooner?" "I guess I must have forgotten and all that talking helped me remembered." He cracked a smirk from his remark and stood back. Inferno's fist was brimming with fire and struck the wall once more. The punch had successfully shattered the glass and they could actually approach each other and make physical contact. "All right, fellow four-eyed brosky. How about we get the heck outta here and give whatever schmuck did this largest butt kicking of their life." "Right on, home skillet biscuit!" They grasped their hands together from an overdone high-five. Soon after a large aura enveloped the two and fused their bodies together; the right half being being Inferno and the left being Yeshua. As one physical entity, the fused figure could not help but say, "Well... this was not what I had in mind."
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Post by Advix on Jul 21, 2011 23:57:09 GMT -5
Byakutora laid there in the puddle of syrup as the ghastly arms sang. After the terror of having been raped by an invisible assailant while he bled to death, the treatment he found himself in was unfathomably soothing. The smell of the syrup and the candles, the melody of the mouths, the feel of hands over every inch of his naked body, rubbing down his broad, muscular chest to his groin. He could have gotten used to that. It was all so relaxing, and tender. Sweet... and tender. Like the caress of a lover. Soothing and reassuring, like the grasp of a mother.
A mother...
With that, Byakutora grabbed a hand in each of his own, and began to tear them out of the floor, their singing turning to screams of pain. He rose from the syrup covered ground, as he kicked at and ripped apart the arms that had but moments ago embraced him so tenderly. He stood there, his naked, powerful body covered in syrup and blood, until it all seemed to burn away, evaporating off of his body. He walked down the row of candles to see if there was any exit, the candles flaring up as he passed them.
Byakutora continued to walk forth, trying to find a way out of the darkness. He had felt comfort before. He had felt love before. But that was all behind him. That sense of comfort and warmth was torn out from under his feet 9 years ago. His mentor abandoned him, and his best friend had been soiled to death. He would have none of this false affection, none of this dream. It held no value to him, no merit. He had but one desire, and it was to live his life with his heart pounding with adrenaline, his knuckles raw from overuse. He would make money through violence, and fuck the whores he wanted with his own money. And if he found his mentor in the process, he would beat her. Tear the comfort out from under her feet. Show her the severity of the pain she inflicted on him. Pain...
...That's right. Emily. He needed to find Emily. He promised to save her. He had no intention of making a liar out of himself. He was going to save her, and fix her. No one else cared about her. No one else was looking out for her. It had to be him. He had to save her.
This was not where his story would end.
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Post by Tokrochiru on Jul 25, 2011 4:26:11 GMT -5
((Okay guys, here's the deal.))
((If Greed, SRK, and Slvr don't post soon, I will edit this post to include a complete powerplay of their characters. If this continues even after that, then I will retcon the missing characters out of the scenario. This means you won't get credit for participating, and will be awarded with a less "generous" upgrade for your character at the end. We still haven't decided on how we're going to handle the "level up" system, but regardless of what we choose, I'll make sure you don't get all the goodies you want.))
((I know I'm not the best role model when it comes to posting, but come on, this is ridiculous.))
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Post by Greed on Jul 25, 2011 8:59:00 GMT -5
((Small thing; Lucii is hallucinating WITHIN the hallucination. Yeeeep.))
Aire
"Why... why not?" It tasted good enough after all. But there was something that confused me. It didn't taste like blood. There was something wrong here, especially after what had just happened. What the hell was this thing in my mouth anyways!?
"Mmph!" I gagged hard as I tried to yank it out, so I decided to take an easier way... we, for me. I worked my jaw hard, grinding down on the fleshy tube until I tasted raw flesh... for the only time, it tasted disgusting.
"Ack... uh... ugh..." Never mind that, this stupid thing was almost all the way down my throat... I fell on the fleshy ground as the tube snapped, spraying me with black stuff as I landed on my hands and knees. First order of business? vomit. That severed piece of tube, as well as a puddle of black fluid gushed out of my stomach... if that had kept up, I would have died, and I certainly wasn't up for the assisted suicide stuff today. On that note, time to break an escape! I didn't care what this place was, but I knew sure as hell that these walls couldn't hold me.
I jammed my hands into the flesh surrounding me, and began to rip and push it apart... it sure stank though... like rotting corpses. Rotting human corpses if my nose wasn't completely fucked. The sick ripping of flesh was all I needed to feel to know that I was on the right track! My hands, my claws broke through the flesh, and I brace for whatthefuckever that awaited me.
Altair
"Where on... earth?" I shall admit, I was confused. I was surrounded by some horrible disease, something hard to take in. These afflicted people at my feet. This unearthly landscape... it disturbed me. Me, of all people. Even that sick rat-man hadn't disturbed me in the same way. Sickened, yes. But disturbed? Not quite. And now... that disease was eating its way up my legs. My arms. My body.
"... well, that is quite unfortunate." Really, I wasn't quite sure of how to solve this problem. I kept no medicine in my coat, nor did I have a way to remove this... disease. Should I simply wait for help? Perhaps. Would help come? Probably not. I didn't actually have that many options though.
Lucii
"ah... AAAAAAARGH!!!" blinding pain seared through my hands, my ankles. Hot tears streamed down my face as I tried to pull my hands free. Where the hell was I!? Last thing I remembered, I was being crushed by... the sky, and now THIS!? Who's sick joke was this, WHOSE!? No... it felt like something was threatening to fall on me. Alot of stuff... I had to stay calm, I... I couldn't even think. This just hurt. Hurt more than I thought possible. I-I was crying. I wanted to get out of here. I wanted to escape, get out, now, right now, not an hour from now, not five minutes, but NOW.
"I-I've gotta calm down.. I... have to..." I stared at the floor. It was covered with ash, and once melted pieces of metal. I looked left and right... it was a familiar wall. Circular, round... like that furnace. No way, no way nowaynowaynowayIhadtoburnitaway!
I... think fire spewed from my body, burning the stuff around me.... cinders fell all around me, as I fell to the ground, the nails practically melting out of my hands. It was like... my body was going critical. I didn't know this could hurt that much...
Artura - Administration Offices ~ 2:26 PM, an hour ahead of Jardin's timezone
It had been several hours since Darien and Claire suggested that they confront her mother... the girl had simply asked for some time to think on it. Time to decide what to do, what to say. Asking the wrong questions, saying the worst things would get them nowhere fast, that much was damn certain.
Eleris
I exhaled as the elevator doors opened. Darien, Claire, Miriam... and that girl followed me, though she has wrapped herself in a cloak. I... still didn't know how this was going to turn out.
"Excuse me, Ms. Wallen?" I turned, as I was about to enter my mom's office. It was the receptionist talking to me actually. I raised an eyebrow, because she hadn't batted an eyelash last time we were here
"Yes?"
"Your... mother is out at the moment. If you need to discuss anything important, I believe a council member or two is in." Okay, that worried me a little. I didn't want to believe she was avoiding me, but this is really sorta kinda fishy. I glanced back at the others, and nodded back at the receptionist. Having all this hair in my face was a good thing, sometimes... people couldn't see where my face was, after all.
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Post by SlvrNight on Jul 25, 2011 22:36:51 GMT -5
((Dammit Tok, did you read the thread Ghost made? You're lucky I actually managed to have the patience to deal with this piece of crap laptop today. Don't count on it happening too often.))
The Factory Miya
Miya found herself in a horrific place...it seemed like a slaughterhouse, but for people. She looked around, noticing there were no escape paths. However, she did notice the saw blades, mechanical arms, and guillotines butchering the people ahead of her. She looked behind her, seeing more people being dropped from the chute above. There were so many people...and all of them headed to a grisly death.
"Wait a second!" She looked around, quickly studying each human body ahead and behind her. "Where is Zemna? Where are the others?!" Images of her allies' deaths flooded into her mind. "Ah...right...they're all dead." Miya shook her head and pushed her sadness to the back of her mind. "I need to get out of here first, then I can mourn. Now let me think...I'm dressed in these dirty clothes...if you can even call these 'clothes'. I don't have my armor with me, so I can't simply shoot those blades to pieces." The white-haired woman looked around, trying to find some way to stop the conveyor belt or the murder machines above. But there was nothing on the rusty blood-stained walls around her. No sort of buttons or switches that even had a chance of controlling this nightmarish machine.
"There...there has to be some way I can stop this thing."
Merciless Me Krizno
Krizno has initally been mesmerized by the environment he found himself in, but his gawking was quickly interrupted by the words of the two men in front of him. Normallythe lightning demon would have shaken off such words yet, for some reason, these were able to sink within him and actually affect him. He looked at his master with a confused expression, waiting for either him or the robed man to say more.
Carl took a few steps towards Krizno as if preparing to attack him, making his student take several steps back in response. The he was telling himself his master would never attempt to actually kill him, but the deepest part of his mind knew that the man in front of him was set on ending his life. This fact filled Krizno with an emotion he rarely felt: fear.
Was it true what they said about him? Was he really a murderer? A coward? A liar? A rapist? He was aware that he was a demon, but he knew that the two of them had meant a demon in nature. Krizno held his head as he continued to back away from his mentor. It was true that he could not remember anything about his life before being found in the Azure Forest, but he had been convinced to not dwell upon such things. The reason for Carl telling him that...was it because he had done horrific things in the past? Had he been something else entirely when "younger"? What exactly was his master taking about?! This pile of questions filled Krizno with even more fear and confusion as he finally reached the edge of the rooftop.
Krizno looked at his mentor's single red eye, seeing its glow was filled with complete and utter hatred. Why was this happening? He had done nothing to deserve death at the hand of his own mentor...the man who he considered a father. Rage slowly began to fill the lightning demon's heart as he realized just how messed up and unfair this was. Carl was going to kill him. Right after he and that robed man said such horrific things to him. For what reason did they say such things? If Krizno had really been such a monstrous being then he was at least trying to make up for it with his current acts! He didn't deserve th-
"Wait a second..." Krizno mumbled this to himself, as if he had completely forgotten about the undead warrior slowly approaching him. "Why...why am I only thinking about myself? I keep going on and on...about how I don't deserve this treatment and how this is not fair towards ME." His head was up, as he looked towards the endless clouded sky. "Yet, I myself have been unfair towards others."His recent battle with Vastion, his harsh words towards Aire, his hatred towards Mosharu for belittling his power, and his single-minded obsession with killing Nolan simply for insulting his pride...memories of these events filled his mind. Krizno slowly began to realize he had been unfair to his own allies and has mistreated them. His obsession with killing Nolan in particular, had had the potential to seriously endanger his friends...were they even his friends? He did not deserve to even call them that.
"I have been nothing but a selfish idiot during this whole event. Master, I understand if you are angry and ashamed of me. I have been fighting Xipe Totec merely to complete this assignment and gain praise and value within your eyes. But you...your teachings always told me to perform these acts to help others and to destroy evil." Krizno looked at Carl, who was now only a few feet from him. "I have soiled your name and do not deserve to be your apprentice." The cloaked warrior raised his scythes, prepared to strike his student down.
"But I will not simply turn over and die!" As Krizno said this he quickly moved forward and grabbed his master's arms, preventing him from bringing his blades down. "I will make up for my selfish and prideful ways!" He then headbutt Carl, sending him falling onto the rooftop floor. "My first act of redemption..." Krizno took out the Tazer Claymore, its blade crackling with electricity, and swung it down upon his master's body. He turned into black dust, and quickly blew off into the wind. The lightning demon looked up towards the robed man, who also turned into dust and was swept away. He silently looked at the claymore in his hands and tossed it off the rooftop; the large blade fell into the abyss of red mist below.
"That weapon was merely a trophy...I did not keep it because I wished to learn it. I only kept it for its power and to prove Nolan had been no match for I, yet I had not even been the one to slay him." He then grabbed onto his chest and ripped off the brown cloak he wore. "I do not deserve to look like my Master until I have redeemed my selfish acts." He released the cloak into the wind and it shared the same fate as the claymore. Krizno clenched his fists in determination. "Now, for my next act...I shall go find my allies and assist them. We were all 'killed', so they are also undoubtedly in danger such as I was..."
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Post by Shin RyuKen on Jul 26, 2011 13:29:31 GMT -5
[[Tok, I wouldn't mind if you powerplayed Alen beyond this. I am just too busy and distracted right now.]]
Dark. Dark. Dark.
The infinitely black forest was, in Alen's mind, just a typical sight for him. But in this condition, he was wrought with dismay. He felt so utterly dead, as if something in this forest has destroyed him. Or maybe, the forest ITSELF destroyed him.
But he wasn't going to let that happen. In this decimated state, Alen continued to press on through the woods. As he proceeded, the sights didn't change much. But slowly and surely, he began to see a figure. The figure manifested as a man with barely noticeable eyes; his restrained gold hair was the only other visible characteristic of the man's light skin and fedora hat. He sported a blazer and black slacks that were not in any way contrasting the darkness of the forest. He seemed comfortable in his black dress shows as well.
But then came his hands. In one hand, he wore a simple white glove. But in the other hand, there seemed to be no hand at all; rather, an infinite clockwork of wood, rotating gears, and jointed fingers that resembled a puppet's fingers in nature. This large, mechanical arm seemed to carry a malformed doll that even Alen could not decipher from his barely living eyes. But Alen could tell, from a distance, this was an enemy.
And it wasn't any enemy; it was his shadow.
Immediately Alen tried to crawl, and crawl, and crawl. The figure continued to manifest, and he just stood there. He just waited for him. Alen drew closer, and closer, and closer, like a parasite seeping its way into a victim. He would not let this man leave freely. And so, as Alen was near, he tapped into what was left of his body: A living, breathing red mist, capable of consuming all human life into what was a cocktail of blood and disease.
But the shadow just disappeared. It stretched out into the seams of the wilderness, and disappeared along with the mist. Alen just laid there, in the middle of the forest, laughing. "So there...I killed him...I did it...I saved everyone...ahahah..."
His cackling was just barely audible. Subconsciously, it was probably on purpose. Did Alen derive any enjoyment from killing him so easily? Hell, did Alen derive any enjoyment from killing at all? It just felt so systematic for him, so mechanical, just like that man's arm. He had been killing animals and sometimes even people for years, but at what cost? It probably turned him into this subhuman form, this sniveling mess of a human being, who had no inherent meaning in his life other than to assert justice over other animals.
"God damn it...why do I have to have a dilemma now?" He tried to reason with himself, and let this all sink in. Maybe death would be a proper atonement; after all, his life meant so much more than all of the others he took. It would be more than proper.
However, he made it certain he would not die lying around. In fact, he promised himself that he would die fighting something stronger than him. And now he had to come to grips that there are forces in this world he himself may not be able to surpass; that woman, Emily, being one of them. And with nobody to support him, all blockades on that woman included, he had to make it up to the world that he had more purpose to his existence.
"So this is how it begins...I finally have to admit that I am not that strong. At least spiritually. This is what became of my body...this is what that girl raised me as. What I've turned my mother into. Am I that powerful of an impact, or have just caused unholy damage?"
Probably the latter, was a proper answer to Alen's query. And so he had to make it so that he was powerful by his honor, not by causing damage to everything around him. By causing this forest to turn black with deadness, and lose all of its vegetation. Before Alen could turn into a vegetable himself, he had one mission left.
Accept his shortcomings.
Alen finally stood up, and even as what was basically a zombie, he felt stronger than before. Maybe because he didn't feel anywhere as boxed in. He felt confidence in such a way that wasn't forced, wasn't demanded from himself. He began to walk through the forest, hoping he would find someone that resembled the people he traveled with.
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Post by Jisui on Jul 27, 2011 0:36:02 GMT -5
Artura - Administration Offices ~ 2:28 PM Darien
So in the end, we decided to go back to the offices, to try and get whatever truth was hidden from us. I felt bad for Eleris, she seemed uncomfortable all the way during the trip back here, and really it was all my fault that she was feeling that way. My sister, probably as some form of consolation to the girl, was silent during the trip, not wanting to upset her. Of course, during the short time I'd known her, Eleris seemed like an unshakable, upbeat person who had some form of a positive spin on everything. But people are people. It'd be unnatural for her to just feel that way about everything, especially if her mother was suspected for something...
When we got to the office, it somehow didn't surprise me that there was only a receptionist waiting for us. As she spoke, Claire scoffing as if not able to believe it, I sighed, glancing at Eleris, who's face was concealed by her mat of hand covering her face. She thought nobody could see through it, but I thought her emotions were actually the easiest to read out of the group here. I smiled lightly, stepping forward casually as I draped an arm around her shoulder, leaning forward playfully in an attempt to console her. Incriminating or not, I wasn't an accusatory person, and there was every chance that Eleris' mother was perfectly innocent. Still, I kept up a casual smile, continuing to look at the receptionist. "She's not here? Is it alright if we check?" I questioned, Claire raising her eyebrows curiously to question what I was going to do.
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Post by Tokrochiru on Aug 3, 2011 4:50:54 GMT -5
((Just so you know, those who have completely given up will now have to wait for help, and I won't be posting for them this time around.))
Engorged - Aire to Park - Rean
The fleshy pod opened up to reveal a room of infinite gluttony. The muddy ground dirtied her bare feet as she was left to behold the true nature of who she was.
A room of nearly endless pods, like hers. Each pod, filled with another woman or man, constantly feeding on what the tubes gave them until their stomachs burst and they died. At the top of the room, was the mechanism that all the tubes connected. A giant clear sack, full of writhing, screaming, human bodies. Slowly, each human was dissolved into the acid at the bottom of the sack, until they turned into thick, black liquid. the thick black liquid sunk to the very very bottom of the sack until it dripped into another sack below, which all the tubes were connected to.
"This is what you want. Do not restrain yourself. Eat, and be hap-KZZZZZT"
The room died. The mechanism turned to stone, and crumbled and all the humans disappeared. Slowly, the room transformed from a grotesque feast, to a bright, metallic wonderland of silver ramps and self-conscious, leaping, rolling wheels. The sounds of children playing and laughing together echoed across the golden sky.
Come on, let's play!
A single silhouette appeared before Aire. Rean slowly faded into view as he walked forward. He waved to Aire, smiling.
"Hey! Been looking for you, hot stuff. Great place, am I right?" Was he joking? Or was this all he saw in this world?
Rean moved closer. Eventually, when he got within about 10 feet, his face began to express shock. He slowly moved toward as he looked only at her face and asked a question.
"Uh....Where are your clothes, sweetcheeks?"
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The Harem - Byakutora
More hands sprung from the ground, and somehow sang and screamed at the same time. They wanted him. They needed him. They clawed at his legs until his pants were torn. They desperately tried to drag him under the ground and embrace him.
I'll never leave you again. I'll love you forever.
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Merciless Me - Krizno
You are relieved of but one burden.
"You are a demon. No grace will be given to you for what you've done."
The swordsman continued to walk toward Krizno. Carl was gone, but the swordsman remained. He gripped Vastion's cyan sword tightly as he moved forward. His eyes were burning, and as he shed tears, streams of fire flooded down the front of his face.
"DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT YOU HAVE DONE!?!? I'LL NEVER FORGIVE YOU FOR WHAT YOU'VE DONE TO ME!!"
Thunder roared, and rain dropped heavily from the sky. A puddle formed in front of Krizno. Krizno's image was reflected perfectly in the puddle. A young, blonde man with a goatee, wearing tan robes with a swastika across the chest.
Error.
This wasn't his reflection. This was not the reflection Krizno was used to. This was the reflection of another man. A more malicious man. A much, much, MUCH greater demon than he. The eyes of the man in the reflection burned with unquenchable desire, and also ecstasy. He looked high. A self satisfied smile was spread across his face.
The source is the same, though he did not know it. He sins without realizing it. Why not except his punishment? Why not be cleansed, so that he may be redeemed?
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Underwreckage - Lucii
Suddenly, the furnace burst open, and four charred arms reached out for her. They tugged and pulled at her legs, trying to drag her into the furnace.
If she stayed out here, the weight of the world would crush her. And yet, if she let them drag her, she would be burned alive. She would meet death either way. She should have just relaxed. It would all be over soon. She ould wake up in a much better place.
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Empty Funeral - Zemna
Inferno and Yeshua witnessed the landscape fade away and reform itself. They had conquered their part of the test. There was no where to go but into someone else's nightmare.
The area reformed into an empty church. There were no people in the seats. Only one man stood at the end of the hall. Zemna stood over a sealed coffin. He was wearing a black suit, and there was a literal hole through his chest, where the heart should have been. The words "R.I.P, Jessica Glastonbury" were carved into the wood of the coffin.
Zemna just stood there, staring at the coffin with hollow, lifeless eyes.
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The Factory - Miya
The conveyor belt kept moving. Faster, and faster. More bodies were eaten up by the mechanism at the end.
She failed. She couldn't stop it. She should have died long with them.
It's about time she corrected that mistake.
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Jardin del Vicio Outskirts - 5:32 PM
The dark forest faded away, and soon Alen found himself on the outskirts of Jardin del Vicio....Or rather, what WAS Jardin del Vicio. The city was replaced by a giant magenta colored cloud that was painful, even nauseating to look at.
"Don't look at it. It'll just drag you in again," said deep voice. A large, green creature wearing biker attire stood a few feet behind him.
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Post by Greed on Aug 3, 2011 14:17:15 GMT -5
Park ~ ? ? ?
Aire
I looked down, and realized I was, infact quite lewd. Well... my hair covered most of it, but it wasn't exactly... ideal. And this place? What the hell was going on?
"How did... who the... what the hell?" Hahah, no way. This was like a hilariously bad joke.
"Jeez, that nightmare just ends when you walk in, huh. Well, in that case..." I moved past him, grabbing the back collar of his shirt... and yanked it straight off of him, forcing his arms straight up into the air for a moment. In a smooth motion, I put the shirt on, and grinned slightly.
"I don't have any idea where my clothes are. They were half burned off as it was, so I think I need some new ones." Yep. No shame at all for stealing the shirt off his back.
"... thanks for the save though, Rean. Really... it... wasn't a pretty place." I stared down for a moment, and then looked back at him with a flat face.
"Now find me some goddamn pants before I have to steal those, too."
Lucii
I shuddered as the floor opened up beneath, those arms... reaching out towards me. I felt... cold, for some reason. Like someone had died, someone close to me. I stared to the left.
"... no... what?" On the ground... a man, beaten to a bloody pulp, held a charred a ashen corpse. It was a man I knew way too well.
"D-Daddy? Is that..." I didn't have time to think, as the charred hands dragged the man and the corpse into the pit... I saw other things dragged in, as well. Bits of a burned out building, a guitar people, who seemed to be cheering for me, until they caught fire, and died in that pit below me.
"... No... screw this, screw this place, screw this furnace! Fuck that damned crystal, too!" I was furious, more angry than I had ever been in my entire life, "Is this some sign? HA! Whatever this place is... does it think trying to end it all..."
I smiled, I could feel my body blazing up again; everything above me began to burn like whatever pathetic kindling it was.
"I've got NEWS FOR YOU, YOU CREEPY FREAKING HANDS! THERE'S MORE TO MY LIFE THAN SOME FURNACE THAT USED TO SIT AT THE ASS END OF THE WORLD!" I almost laughed, as the hand responded in anger... maybe they were mad? Hell, I didn't care. One of the arms tried to grab me, so I grabbed it back, digging my fingers into it. It kinda felt like it was MADE of ash...
"I'm pretty damn sure you things don't have ears, but listen up. I'm the fire dancer around here. Now get the FUCK off my stage."
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